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The Cross

By: wafflecone111



Andrew was starting to wonder if his decision to stay home that summer was a bad one. Quite a few of his friends had gone off to camp, and the neighborhood seemed empty now. The morning after the last bus to camp had left, Andrew knew it was going to be a long, boring summer. He trudged downstairs and ate the last of the pancakes, his mother and father having left them for him. They were both outside working on getting the patio ready for summer barbecues, parties and long nights sitting near the fire pit. Andrew watched them for a second while thinking about what he could do. Nothing came to mind. A lot of the old activities seemed silly now. Indeed, Andrew knew it must be because he was growing up and needed to look elsewhere for fun. 

Andrew's brother Mark had gone off to college, and now the house seemed dead. Andrew could enjoy having the place to himself, mostly, but his brother was always a source of fun. Now Mark was gone, chasing girls and weaseling his way through school with passing grades. Mark knew just how to have the most amount of fun while staying ahead. For that Andrew admired his older brother. Mark also seemed graced with all the charm. Andrew was tall, but nowhere near as handsome as his brother. Mark had always teased him saying that Andrew got all the brains in the family. Just another way Mark seemed to be able to smooth things over easily.

Andrew stood in the golden sunlight of the morning, munching on his breakfast. He tried to think of what Mark would do in the present situation. How could this summer be fun? Andrew would have to give it some thought. His number-one crush, Stephanie Wilson, had also left for college, leaving Andrew to wonder just what he had to wish for now. Maybe Stephanie would return this summer to visit her parents who lived just down the street from Andrew's family home. That would certainly make this summer more tolerable.

Days passed without much to do, finding Andrew riding his old bike near and far looking for the slightest bit of adventure. The sleepy, picturesque town yielded no such luck, and everyone seemed to be enjoying the calm of summer but Andrew. Riding past the Wilson house one day, Andrew stopped to say hello to Stephanie's mom, Doreen. Doreen was working in the front yard, kneeling on a gardening pad to pull weeds from the flower beds. She was somewhere in her late forties, a bit shorter than the long, tall Stephanie, brown eyes and hair that was always trimmed short and highlighted, so that you couldn't really tell what color it was naturally. Doreen was all smiles for Andrew, and so he felt obliged to talk to her a while. After a few minute's conversation, Andrew couldn't help but notice that Doreen had maybe unbuttoned one too many buttons on her shirt. With her kneeling and bending down from time to time, and Andrew's vantage from above the picket fence, Andrew was afforded a downright shameful view of Doreen's cleavage. He could see what looked almost like a great chasm of darkness down between her breasts when she bent forward, and even the part of her bra that joined the two great cups together in the middle if he watched closely. Doreen's boobs were gigantic, and up until now she had hid them well.

Andrew wasn't sure that Doreen hadn't noticed him looking down her shirt. He wondered, after he'd said goodbye, whether or not she'd seen him staring momentarily. Oh well, she'd probably forget about it if she had. He kept thinking about what he'd seen long after he returned home. The thought of Doreen's cleavage ignited something in Andrew, and he began to get an erection. He hurried to get to his room, so that he could relax for a bit. Climbing the stairs quickly, but quietly so as not to alert his parents to his arrival, Andrew was suddenly inspired to raid Mark's room and locate his stash of secret magazines. Mark's stash contained everything from lingerie catalogs to full-on pornography. Andrew knew where it was hidden: inside an old duffel bag up in Mark's closet.

Andrew snuck into Mark's room silently and closed the door behind him. He located the secret bag and gently freed it from its resting place, up inside the closet nestled amongst other unassuming objects. Once Andrew had the bag, he made the decision to transfer it to his room for the time being. Mark wouldn't be home for a long time, and Andrew could enjoy the secret stash in the safety of his own room for a while. Stealing down the hallway with the prized duffel, Andrew made it to his room and closed the door, bristling with excitement over what he'd just accomplished. 

He set the bag on his bed and began to rifle through the contents. There was a layer of gym clothing masking the magazines from view inside. Andrew began to thumb through each magazine, looking for one that would contain what he sought: pictures of enormous, naked breasts. Once he found a likely issue, he freed it from the bag and began skimming through it. Alas, there on page 22 was a full page photo of a woman with boobs that must have been as large as Doreen's, if not larger. The model was bending forward, completely nude, licking her lips with what looked like great pleasure. Her breasts hung down like great drops of ivory and her lips looked like cherry candy. Andrew fumbled at his pants and they were undone, his unusually large, erect penis sprang into his hand and he started to pump it vigorously. He thought his heart might explode as he felt what he knew to be an orgasm coming on. He fell to his knees as the semen exploded through his clenched fist all over the side of his bed. It came again and again, dousing his hand and running down his wrist. 

Andrew suddenly felt panicked as he found himself in an awkward position. What if his mom came through the door, not knowing that he was home? He also couldn't believe that he'd just come all over himself and the bed, thinking about Stephanie's mom instead of Stephanie herself. Thoughts of Stephanie had driven Andrew to masturbate frequently, but never with such immediacy. He quickly cleaned up his mess and changed his clothes, not forgetting to hide the forbidden duffel bag in his own closet in the process. It held little interest for him now, but he knew he'd want it later. He almost felt ashamed that he'd masturbated in broad daylight to his brother's secret pornography.

A week later, Andrew's mom mentioned to him during breakfast that Doreen was asking about him. Doreen wanted Andrew to do yard work, and she would pay him for it. Andrew told his mom that he was interested while trying to contain the sudden excitement that leapt up from his stomach. He calmed himself and celebrated with some more crispy bacon and scrambled eggs, while changing the topic of discussion. His parents seemed glad that he was taking an interest in work. Andrew was to start the next day.

That night, Andrew lay awake thinking about what tomorrow held for him. He wondered if Doreen would work with him. He imagined her bent over across the garden from him, giving him a view of her cleavage peeking out from her button-up shirt. Maybe she would sunbathe in the backyard, and Andrew would get to spy on her semi-naked body. He realized that it would be fairly easy to spy on the Wilson's backyard, as they lived next to a somewhat overgrown and unkempt empty lot. Why had Andrew never thought of this before? Stephanie had probably been sunbathing every day last summer.

After breakfast the next morning, Andrew walked down the still cool sidewalk in the shade of the oak trees that lined his street. It looked like it was going to be a hot day. Andrew felt a little nervous as he approached the Wilson's house. He had been having fantasies about Mrs. Wilson all week, and now it seemed like a challenge to walk up to the door and ring the bell. Mr. Wilson's car was gone. Andrew surprised himself by feeling elated by this simple fact.

Doreen answered the door. She was all smiles and hellos in her striped, un-tucked button-up shirt and blue jeans. Andrew stepped inside as he was bid and they chatted for a bit. Andrew felt himself feigning interest in the conversation as his mind raced. He found himself following Doreen down the hallway towards her kitchen and into the bright backyard that lay beyond the opened double doors. Andrew felt a little shaky, and realized he had been avoiding too much eye contact with Doreen. He took a deep breath and began to listen as Doreen gave him a tour of the backyard.

It was a fairly large yard with many different areas divided by large plants, garden beds and rose bushes. Doreen showed Andrew what her projects were and which jobs he had the option of taking on. Andrew waited here and there while Doreen became distracted momentarily by something that caught her attention. Andrew noticed as he watched her stealthily that her perfectly normal attire betrayed the bountiful curves of her mature body from time to time. She was twice Andrew's age, and it showed, but she was not unattractive. Her short, styled hair aged her a bit, but Andrew could see through that now. Doreen had once been every bit the stunner that her daughter had come to be. Her conservative, domesticated style could not hide that from Andrew, and he became deeply attracted to the woman. 

Hours later, Andrew found himself hot, sweaty, hungry and covered with various plant debris. He'd undertaken the cleaning up of an overgrown patch of yard towards the back and was making steady progress. He hadn't seen anything of Doreen as she'd been working in the front yard while he was busy. Suddenly he heard Doreen calling him in for lunch and made his way to the back door. Doreen had set up their lunch on the kitchen table, and bade him sit with her. Andrew relished the food almost as much as the opportunity to talk to Doreen. They chatted amiably, topics ranging from school to gardening. Doreen announced that the next phase of his work was to be accompanying her to the hardware store for some potting soil and other supplies. He agreed, of course, and a short time later Andrew found himself riding in the passenger seat of Doreen's minivan. 

As they shopped, Andrew lifted various items onto the large shopping cart while Doreen continued to talk him up. They laughed together and found mutual points of nostalgia among stories of the neighborhood. Once the shopping was complete, Andrew lifted the items into the van and got in himself. Doreen declared that they had one more stop before home and they were off again. She pulled the van into the town's new shopping center and instructed Andrew to wait for her. A short time later Doreen returned with a single pink shopping bag and they were headed back to her house. Once there, Andrew dutifully unloaded the van while Doreen went inside with her pink bag. Once he'd finished piling all of the supplies in the garden shed, Andrew set about working on something else, since he saw nothing of Doreen for the time being.

Three o' clock rolled around and Doreen decided it was quitting time. She gave Andrew some more lemonade and a fifty dollar bill. There were some men's clothing she'd set on the living room coffee table that she offered to Andrew. "It's all Richard's, but they're all too big for him. Try one of these shirts on."

Andrew hesitated for a moment but then tried one of the shirts on. It was just his size. "Lovely," Doreen said, admiring the fit and tugging at the shoulders. "I thought that these would fit you."

Andrew tried to relax himself as her close proximity to him began to give him goose bumps. He endured her preening and then removed the shirt. Doreen began to talk to him about next time she expected Andrew to work for her. The conversation continued and Andrew eventually joined Doreen for a sit-down on the large leather sofa. They talked about Doreen's future plans for her gardens, among other things. Andrew nearly had to dare himself to look Doreen in her big, brown eyes for more than a few seconds while they were talking. Andrew asked if he could use the restroom when the phone rang in the kitchen. Doreen rose to fetch the phone while instructing Andrew to use the upstairs bathroom, as she was in the process of cleaning the one downstairs. Andrew obeyed and climbed the stairs, listening to Doreen answer what sounded like an important phone call.

Once upstairs Andrew felt a thrill as he found himself standing in front of a closed door with a little pink plaque reading "Stephanie". Oh if only he could explore that room. He located the large upstairs bathroom and closed the door behind him. It was a surprisingly lavish room that was clean but well-used. Andrew scanned the surroundings, looked into the walk-in shower stall and made with his business. As he stood, relieving his body of excess lemonade, he noticed a large wicker hamper near the shower door. Once he'd finished with the toilet, he lifted the lid on the hamper and looked inside. There, sitting inside was the lacy, delicate mass of one of Doreen's huge bras. Andrew reached inside and plucked the treasure from the pile of clothing within. He held it aloft and gaped at it in wonder, as if he'd just found some priceless artifact. He found a small cotton tag on one of the straps that read '38DDD'. Andrew swallowed hard. He wasn't even aware such a size existed. Mark probably didn't even know about such things.

Andrew suddenly became aware that he'd been examining the immense bra for god-knew how long. He returned it to the hamper and left the bathroom quickly. Down the hall, he mounted the stairwell down to the foyer. Doreen had returned to the couch and beamed at him as Andrew appeared once again. She seemed quite prepared to just sit and converse with Andrew all day. Andrew took a seat on a nearby armchair and humored the woman. He found his moment, glanced at Doreen's chest and discovered that, unless he was mistaken, she had undone a second button on her shirt in his absence. This had an instant effect on Andrew's mood and he began to get an uncontrollable erection. In his glance he had spotted Doreen's cross that hung around her neck, seeming to beckon him into sinful thoughts of her undergarments and what they contained. Panicking, Andrew gathered up the folded stack of hand-me-downs that Doreen had set on the coffee table for him and made to set them squarely in his lap.

Tragedy struck as Andrew's haste caused him to knock Doreen's drinking glass aside. The contents spewed from the glass and showered both the stack of clothes and Doreen's knees. She shrieked suddenly and sprang up from her seat, quickly dabbing at the puddle running across the table with a napkin she produced from her back pocket. A volley of apologies from Andrew was countered by Doreen's reassurance that it was perfectly OK and manageable. She worked quickly to dry up the mess. Andrew's apologies ceased once he noticed that her cleavage was visible with Doreen in her current position. Standing bent completely in front of him, Andrew could see a mountainous breast pressing against Doreen's shirt. Her now-exposed flesh looked like white silk, bulging from within. The cross dangled free, damning him for his lustful desires. 

Doreen bustled to the kitchen momentarily, returning with a paper towel. "It's OK, it was only lemonade. It will come right out. Here," Doreen made for the stack of clothing that Andrew held. "I'll just wash those."

Andrew refused politely, keeping hold of the pile, insisting that he could do it himself. Doreen paused there, at his insistence, mid-stoop with her hands grasping the pile. Their hands touched for the briefest eternity as Doreen's soft gaze met with Andrew's pleading eyes. She relinquished the stack and its care to Andrew, as if sensing his earnest, and sat down again. Andrew's relief was all but palpable, as only the pile of clothing he held hid the fierce erection that plagued him now. 

They wrapped up the conversation with Andrew concentrating hard on the topic of discussion in order to end his biting arousal. Andrew agreed to come again in the morning and, somehow, made it out the door and away from Doreen's happy company. He had to get home. He needed relief now more than ever. It was no good though. Taking a detour down a side street, Andrew made his way to a small wooded area that lay beyond a house that was vacant and on the market. He ducked into a stand of vine maples and continued into the cover of underbrush until he could be certain that no one would ever find him there. He dropped the neatly folded clothes and clawed his pants unbuttoned and unzipped. Leaning against a young, healthy maple trunk, Andrew freed his monstrous erection from its shackles and tried not to groan too loud. His pants fell where he stood. He closed his eyes, thought of Doreen's soft touch on his hands and squeezed with his right hand. He came. It was all too much. He remembered the scent of Doreen's bra; it was like honeysuckle. He came, his face buried in his left arm against the tree. As his semen flew out into space he began to sink to his knees. There he knelt, heaving against his tree for several minutes in the solitude provided by the dense vine maples that surrounded him. Even with his lust now sated, he yearned for Doreen's tender touch.

That night, Andrew lay on his bed after dinner and read. He read for nearly an hour, until suddenly something in his book reminded him of Doreen. He began thinking of her instead of reading, and then it was all he could do. Andrew sat up suddenly as a thought struck him. He moved to the edge of the bed and pondered his idea a moment longer. Yes, he was going out.

But he would have to be sneaky, his parents were still awake. He slipped on a dark colored sweat shirt and opened his door a crack. Darkness. His parents must have retired to their room for the evening. Andrew was in luck. He prowled through the hallway, down the stairs and to the back door. Mark's dog was there, wagging his tail probably expecting a treat. Andrew patted the dog on the head and closed the back door behind him silently. From there it was just a matter of walking around the side yard, hopping the little dog fence and he was out. Andrew was pretty sure his parents wouldn't be mad at him for going out at night, but he was certain that they would not approve of his purpose for doing so.

Andrew took the long way to the Wilson's house, rounding a few blocks until he was coming at it from the opposite direction. There were not many cars out that late, no headlights to spot him creeping along to his destination. Once Andrew had made it to the undeveloped lot next to the Wilson's, he pushed through the underbrush until he came to the backyard fence. He could see lights on in the house. He moved nearer to the street and scanned the front yard, making sure that nobody would see him. Mr. Wilson's car was gone. Andrew moved back into the thick bushes that lined the fence. Looking out over the back yard, Andrew could see that the back doors to the patio stood open. He could hear faint music coming from inside the house.

He watched for a while, not sure what to do next. There was no commotion coming from within the house save for the music he could hear. Andrew heaved himself up over the fence and lowered himself onto the ground on the other side. Scanning the windows on the corner of the house nearest the fence, Andrew could see in the back laundry room and a little bit of hallway. Light was coming from the living room or the foyer beyond. There were no lights on upstairs. Andrew moved around towards the patio doors, keeping close to the wall. He finally made it to the kitchen window over the sink. The kitchen lights were on, and, peeking inside, Andrew felt a rush of ice cold excitement as he discovered Doreen sitting at the little breakfast bar opposite the kitchen island. She was idly thumbing through a cook book, drinking a glass of wine that had been poured from a nearby bottle. She was dressed up a bit, in a thin, black wool sweater and a necklace. Andrew could not see her from the waist down. The sweater she wore clung to her body, showing the great swell of her tits as they rested on the countertop. A hint of cleavage showed from the v-neck, graced by the small cross on the necklace.


The Cross



Andrew didn't know what to do, so he simply remained there. He was ready to dash back the way he had come, knowing that the side yard would probably provide all the cover he needed if Doreen came outside. As it was she merely sat there, sipping her wine and reading. It seemed like she was waiting for something to happen. Andrew stared into the window, keeping himself low and to the right side. Suddenly, Andrew's heart jumped into his throat as the phone rang inside. The sound almost scared him to death.

Then, as if the gods were smiling on him, Doreen stepped from behind the island and walked to the phone. Click, click, click, went her four inch high heels on the tiled kitchen floor. Her shoes were black, her nylons were black, but her skirt was gray wool tweed. Andrew was treated to the vision that was Doreen in high heels. Her legs were like marble sculptures themselves; shapely and thick. The skirt came down to a proper length, but it was tight and showed off each luxurious curve of her lower body. Her legs rose to strong thighs and hips, and a gorgeous, mound of a rump. Nothing on Earth could have pried Andrew away from that window.

He stared as Doreen spoke into the phone. She sounded a bit upset about something. Andrew couldn't quite make out the words, but her tone and body language said it all. Mr. Wilson was running late, and their dinner date was cancelled. Andrew couldn't even begin to imagine what would keep a man from coming home to this goddess that stood before him.

Doreen hung up the phone, held there with her hand on the receiver for a moment, and then walked back over to the kitchen island. She seemed defeated, and actually seemed to be swearing under her breath. She picked up the glass of wine and made towards the living room. Click, click, click, went the heels. Each click sent a tiny pulse of excitement through Andrew. But now she was leaving the kitchen, and Andrew's show was over. Andrew began to formulate a plan. 

What if he had left his wallet in the back yard earlier that day? What if he just dropped his wallet somewhere in the bushes, went back over the fence and knocked on the Wilson's front door? Why not? Well, he couldn't really think of a reason why he wouldn't just get it in the morning if that was the case. His keys were a better bet. He needed his keys to get in the house because his parents were gone, right? Taking his keys out of his pocket, he put them on top of a small pile of bricks by the fence and then climbed back over.

Andrew brushed himself off as he strode purposefully towards the Wilson's front porch. He hesitated for a moment in the glow of the porch light, relieved that the lights and music made it obvious to anyone who would be concerned that someone was indeed home. He rang the doorbell.

The door opened, and there she was. Doreen stammered, nonplussed by Andrew's arrival. She gathered herself just as quickly and gave Andrew a hearty and welcoming greeting, asking him to come inside. Andrew stepped in and explained his predicament, smiling amiably as he did so. Doreen laughed and twirled around, gesturing with her free hand. "Well, we are having one of those days. Come on back and retrieve your keys!" She said, seeming largely heartened by Andrew's appearance in her home.

Andrew almost melted as he followed her into the kitchen. Her heels clicking rhythmically, her rear end swaying with each step, the perfume that wafted back into Andrew's nostrils in her wake; it was enough to make him fully erect. This time though, Andrew did nothing to hide it. He merely strode past her as she stopped on the back patio and went to the spot where he'd deposited his keys minutes earlier. Having secured his keys, he returned to Doreen, realizing that her idle conversation had gone silent and she was just standing there, staring at him. Andrew stopped and asked her what was wrong.

"Nothing, it's nothing. I was just lost in thought. Come inside, away from the mosquitoes."

She strode back into the house, failing to notice the extremely rude bulge that had formed in Andrew's pants. Click, click, click. She walked back to the bottle of wine on the counter and poured some into her glass. Andrew stood in the doorway for a moment, until Doreen bid him join her in the living room. Click, click, click. They sat down in the large living room, Doreen on the love seat and Andrew on an armchair. Doreen took a sip of her wine. Over the light music, Andrew could just make out the sound of her hosiery rubbing together between her thighs as she crossed her legs slowly.

Andrew was absolutely humming with energy. His pants were so tight he thought they would rip open. Doreen looked at him, rolling her wine glass slowly with one hand and fondling the cross she wore with the other.

"Andrew." Doreen said, in a low, incriminating tone. "Your parents aren't gone, are they?"

Andrew shook his head. His gig was up, his plan had failed. Or had it?

"I didn't think so. Do they know you're here?" She asked, raising one eyebrow at him over her next sip of wine.

Andrew shook his head again. "No, they don't." He admitted gravely.

Doreen mulled over this for a moment, set her wine down and stood up. She walked over to the stereo and turned it off. She faced the wall as she gave her simple yet mind-blowing reply.

"Good."

Andrew's mouth dropped. Doreen stood there for a minute, facing away from him, smirking. Andrew's eyes traveled up and down her exquisite figure. His penis twitched silently in his pants.

Doreen made a circuit of the living room, her heels clicking when she stepped on the hard wood beneath the room's many rugs. Her steps were slow and deliberate, each one accentuating the way her ass moved beneath the skirt she wore. First she turned down the lamps that were on, and then she passed the windows and gave the curtains an idle tug before walking back around and behind Andrew's chair. It was as if a single drop of ice cold water ran down his spine as Doreen paused there behind him silently. She came about, and finally stopped in front of him, her leg resting against his. Blessedly, she bent down, placing one hand on each arm of the chair. She smiled openly as she watched Andrew's eyes stare down her shirt. The cross dangled there, a flash of gold against the black depths of that endless cleavage. Andrew could not move.

"Is this what you wanted? I haven't had another man look at me like you did earlier today for a long time. You really should learn to do it more discreetly, dear."

Andrew was through blushing. He felt like he had probably gone slightly pale by now. Doreen hovered above him, letting him smell her, letting him feel her gravity, her heat. She savored the moment that had come as such a surprise to her, not to mention this young man who dared to pursue her so brazenly. Andrew watched as she closed her eyes and breathed deeply. She just stayed like that for what seemed an eternity, breathing and being absolutely gorgeous.

She slid her hands from his chair and stood once again. Almost as if in a trance, Doreen began to remove her clothes. She stepped daintily out of one shoe at a time and slid them aside with her foot. She unclasped the side of her skirt and nursed it down over her bountiful hips, letting it fall. Andrew stood suddenly, as if torn between just taking her now or helping her reclaim her dignity. She stood in her stockings and black silk panties and let him hold her, run his hands up and down her back, kiss her clumsily on the mouth and neck. She smiled, eyes closed as he pressed his face into her bosom. She held him to her, feeling nothing but pleasure as he moved his hands up to grasp a lavish, cloth covered breast. Andrew felt something then that he would never forget.

She kissed him, showed him how it was done, let him probe her mouth with his active tongue. His first French kiss and his first breast and what else? It was all happening so fast. She pulled his shirt up and helped him take it off. She kissed his chest and rubbed his middle with both hands. "Sit down, honey. I'm going to give you a little something for your trouble."

Andrew sat back down in his chair and watched as he was instructed. Doreen pulled the bottom of her sweater up to her breasts. The bra peeked out, and then both breasts began to pour free from the tight, black sweater. The huge tits bounced once as she finished removing her sweater. Her bra was white lace and silk, covering her prize breasts proudly. She did a little turn in her lingerie, showing him her full, shapely ass and rubbing it with her jeweled hands. She turned again, and knelt before him between his legs. She crawled forward, moving up his body until her huge tits rubbed against his crotch. She straightened up, all but spilling out of her bra, and undid his pants.

There it stood; Andrew's cock was hard, hot and all nine inches of it belonged to Doreen forever if she would have it. Doreen pulled his pants down to the floor and rubbed her body against his naked legs. Andrew reached forward and slid each bra strap from her silken shoulders, staring into her eyes as he did so. She suddenly saw what this moment meant to him, and she froze, not wanting to break the spell her tits had over him. He peeled the bra down and away, and took his prize. Andrew could not believe what he felt and saw. Looking at those breasts in his lap, Andrew felt closer to god than he ever had in church. The feeling of them in his hands was the feeling of coming home. The cross glinted happily.

Doreen moved in as far as she could so Andrew could place one huge, hard nipple in his mouth. He fed on her until he needed the other nipple, and then back again. She pushed him back into his chair and took his penis in her hand. Her tits were all over it, brushing from side to side. She let her tits hang there, brushing his red hot cock to cool his young blood. She edged closer still to the chair, and settled in, her breasts about his shaft and the tip of his penis in between her luscious red lips.

She laughed at his initial reaction to his first suck. He played with her tits while he could, but was overcome by her efforts to have him in ecstasy. He gripped the chair and watched through virgin eyes. She only worked the first three inches, and slowly. A few times she caused him to gasp loudly with a few deft licks to his balls. Her hair was still up in a bun through all of this, and it gave her a studious look as she diligently worked his cock over. Her lipstick began to turn a length of his cock a different shade of red as she sucked and sucked.

Finally Andrew came. His finish came without warning, and the first spurt caught Doreen right across the face. The second went into her throat. Each white hot stream of semen hit her face and then cascaded down onto her naked breasts. She rubbed the excess into her horny breasts and swallowed what she could readily. Sandwiching Andrew's still rock hard cock between her slippery, glistening breasts and massaging it with her nipples, Doreen began to beg.

"Please," She gasped, almost sobbing, "Please let me sit on your cock. I want it inside me so bad! Oh please Andrew I need your dick inside me. I haven't had sex in ages please." She continued until Andrew nodded, still in a daze brought on by the thunderous orgasm he'd just experienced.

Doreen scrambled up and slung her panties off, her breasts bouncing and bobbing in her frenzy to clamber atop Andrew's hot young flesh. She grasped the back of the chair and worked to straddle him while he occupied the chair. They just had enough room, and so with Doreen's wet, hanging tits playing upon Andrew's face and her anxious, busy hand struggling to position his enormous shaft in between her legs, the two of them became one. Andrew's penis was now slightly soft, but the remnants of his cum and her sopping wet pussy allowed it to snake its way inside. Doreen cried out as he penetrated her at last. She had never taken something so big as this inside her, and she yearned for it like nothing she ever knew before.

"Oh..! Oh Andrew! My God! Oh... my... GOD!!!" Doreen's body was wracked with spasms of pain and ecstasy. Andrew's penis moved in and crammed her cervix so hard that she thought she would faint, but she held on. Andrew sucked and sucked her surrendered breasts as they hung freely for his pleasure. He knew he would cum again, it was just too much. Her precious breasts before him, the feeling of her insides pulling at him, the roiling flesh of her thighs surrounding him, the sound of her stockings rubbing against the leather of the chair, her constant moaning and wailing as she pumped her body up and down on his stiffening flesh...

Doreen's head snapped back and she would have toppled backwards off of him if it weren't for Andrew's simultaneous orgasm. His cock throbbed so hard and so deep inside her that she was held fast. This was too much. Her hands scrambled for something to tear apart and they found her stockings. Her nails ripped into them and she tore the thin nylon from her body in shreds, pulling it above her head to flail in agony. She was a vision wreathed in a spider web of nylon for one brief moment. Andrew's seed filled her, cooled her blistering passion as if it were healing ointment. She gasped for air, holding her arms to her breast with one hand clutching the cross...

"Don't touch me..!" She breathed. "I can't..." She collapsed upon him, sobbing with relief. He held her and they waited until he was soft inside her again. After what seemed like an hour they disengaged. 

After they had composed themselves, and Andrew had poured himself a glass of water, they stood on the back patio and had a moment together. 

"You know Andrew; that was the most incredible experience of my entire life." She put a hand behind his neck and looked up at him. "I wonder how it was for you."

Andrew could hardly produce any words. "I... I can't believe it."

Doreen laughed and nodded. They kissed. Doreen gestured towards the fence. "You'd better get going. I'll see you in the morning. Not too early though..."

Half way home, Andrew saw Mr. Wilson's car. If he hadn't felt so completely at peace with the world, he might have remarked upon what a close call that had been. That night Andrew slept like a baby, and woke up late the next morning. At breakfast, his parents were worried that Doreen might not appreciate his late arrival. Andrew poured himself a half cup of coffee, opened the funnies and assured them that Doreen would understand.

Half an hour later Andrew walked down the beautiful sunlit sidewalk in his happy little neighborhood and thought about how terrible his summer would be if he'd gone to camp instead.



The Cross Ch. 03



Chapter 03: End of Summer

Mark's visit was cheering everyone up. College had been treating him well, but a weekend at home with his family was long overdue. He had shown up Friday evening and planned to stay until Sunday night when he'd make the three hour drive back north to the college.

Saturday afternoon passed quickly as Andrew and his big brother Mark helped their dad finish putting together a storage shed he'd bought earlier that day. Andrew loved building things. Mark always seemed to tolerate these family projects fairly well, but he seemed somewhat detached today. 

Andrew inquired as to what was making Mark seem so distant. Mark looked up from his pile of cinder blocks he'd found to sit on while assembling the shed door latch mechanism. Mark paused, as if wondering whether or not he wanted to tell Andrew or not.

"It's nothing. I'll tell you about it later." Mark insisted. Andrew had no choice but to accept this and finish helping his dad.

Soon they were basically finished. Peter, Andrew and Mark's dad, seemed to find any number of ways to drag a project out past completion. The shed was perfectly assembled. Andrew hauled the last of the packing material off to the trash and it was done. Mark stood on the back patio as Andrew returned to the back yard. The two boys stood and laughed quietly to each other while watching their dad check the level of the shed.

"Come on, dad!" Mark called out to him. "Any flaws will just add character."

Peter walked away from the shed, towards them. "We'd probably better start thinking about dinner. And of course that means we'd better start thinking about starting the barbecue. You boys should go to the store and pick up some meat."

Minutes later, Andrew sat in the passenger seat of his dad's beloved old pickup while Mark drove. The paint was faded, the cabin smelled of untold numbers of pine tree air fresheners; but this truck was a member of the family as much as any family dog could be. Andrew let his hand fly in the warm summer air outside his passenger window as the truck rumbled down the old back road to their favorite shopping center. He could almost touch the tall grass of some of the overgrown spots near the road as they whisked past. This was summer.

The two brothers made more fun out of shopping than most people do out of bowling. It felt great to be back together again like old times. Talk of the town started, with Andrew filling Mark in on all the latest. While choosing a watermelon from the display, Mark changed the topic.

"So I hear you're working for the Wilsons. Hey, Andrew, speaking of the Wilsons, I've gotta confess something to you. You're not going to like this."

Andrew played it cool. "What is it? Just tell me."

Mark picked a large watermelon and spilled the beans for Andrew. "Well, I ran into Stephanie at a party a month ago."

Andrew's face was a mixture of shock and awe. "No way..."

"Way." Mark confirmed. "And well, let's just say she knows how to party for an old choir girl. I don't think she's as churchy as her parents are. We actually made out!"

Andrew managed to mimic a deeply saddened expression and stopped in the middle of the aisle. "Traitor." He stated simply.

Mark laughed. "Hey, I know she's your dream girl, but it all just kinda happened before I could think. You can't blame me, right?"

Andrew laughed too. "No, of course not. Stephanie's hot." He grabbed a bag of potato chips and threw them in the cart. "Really though, I've more or less forgotten about her. I'm stoked for you, dude."

Mark seemed surprised. "Really? Well, I guess that was easier than I thought it would be..." He trailed off, glancing at an attractive woman that had walked by moments before. "Seriously though, you don't mind? I mean, we aren't going out or anything..."

"There." Andrew said, punching Mark in the shoulder. "Now I've forgotten about the whole thing."

Mark laughed, seeming to be encouraged by his brother's good natured response to the news. "Well, the thing is, I am going out with Stephanie's friend Allie. The two girls are like best friends. Stephanie basically set us up." Mark turned the shopping cart down the next aisle. "And get this; Stephanie is visiting her parents this coming weekend and offered to pick me up so I could come down too. Allie will be tagging along and staying at the Wilson's house. Pretty sweet, huh?"

Andrew had to agree that it sounded pretty sweet.

An hour later Andrew sat with his family on the patio, listening to Mark's stories about his roommates. Mark could make just about anything funny, and pretty soon Martha, their mother, was laughing so hard at one of Mark's anecdotes that she even began to cry a little. Andrew was glad to have his brother back.

That night, Mark came to Andrew's room, seeming a bit confused. "Hey, Andrew." He said just above a whisper. "Did you take my porn stash?"

Andrew had completely forgotten about the duffel bag; the treasure trove of pornographic magazines that nestled secretly under his bed. The bag used to live up in Mark's closet, but Andrew had taken the liberty of moving it to his room while Mark was gone. Andrew did feel a bit embarrassed.

"Uh... yeah." Andrew managed after an awkward moment.

"Hey, no problem, bro. I just wanted to make sure mom didn't find it! I should have given it to you before I left anyway." Mark said cheerfully. "The power of the pornography lies in your hands now."

Andrew smiled. "Well, uh, thanks." He couldn't stop grinning.

Mark gave him the thumbs up. "See you in the morning. And don't come to breakfast before washing your hands." He left, closing the door so Andrew couldn't get a word in. Classic Mark.

Andrew went back to his reading. It was just as well that Mark wouldn't know that Andrew hadn't laid a finger on the old duffel bag in over a week. The charms of that once holiest of holy porn stashes had been superseded by a blistering affair he was having with Mrs. Doreen Wilson; Stephanie's mom. Andrew doubted that he would ever tell anyone about it, even Mark. It had been over a day since his last meeting with Doreen, and Andrew started thinking about her.

Doreen Wilson was still a bit of a mystery to Andrew. He felt close to her, yet distant at the same time. They shared the most intimate experiences that Andrew could yet imagine, while not really knowing each other.

Andrew finished the chapter he was on and reached up to set the paperback on his nightstand. Clicking off the reading lamp, he was set upon by thoughts of Doreen. Nothing, it seemed, could distract him from their affair. He lay there on his back for a time, pondering. What would happen to him? Where would all of this end? Andrew hadn't really bothered to consider such things, as the sensation of his relationship with Doreen had been answer enough.

Andrew hadn't felt especially guilty about any of it, and guilt did not assail him now. Doreen was a grown woman, twice his age. She wouldn't be taking part in this secret arrangement if she didn't think it would be good for her, or at least worth the risk. Besides, the risk is part of what made it all so exciting. Andrew had been worried at first, but if confronted on his crime of passion after the fact, he would have answered simply "don't knock it until you've tried it."

Usually, all of this thinking would have lulled Andrew to sleep by now. Andrew recognized the shift in his outlook on the whole situation, and it stirred him from his bed. He sat up in the dark. What did he want? Deeply unsettled, Andrew decided to put his clothes back on and go for a nightly stroll around the neighborhood. He realized that it meant he could walk past the Wilson's house on the way, but this didn't really bother him. Maybe that's all he needed.

Making his way through the old house silently, as only someone who has lived in a certain old house for some time knows how to do, Andrew made it outside. He crept through the side yard, across the front lawn and to the sidewalk beyond. It felt good to be walking. Taking a walk always seemed to clear his head. From somewhere he caught a whiff of cigarette smoke, which he thought must be coming from the window of his neighbor Mr. Langley. 

Eventually, Andrew found himself standing within view of the Wilson's house. There were few lights on but no discernable activity was taking place inside the old house. Andrew wondered if Doreen and her husband, George Wilson, slept together at night. He knew that a lot of couples didn't; whether because of a snoring problem or some other issue. He thought it was funny how marriage was built upon this time honored tradition, but that marriage itself was anything but standardized. Each couple ended up being as unique as the individuals who comprised them, and still society expected each couple to be the same. Still, the marriage of a couple who were truly happy together, as Andrew's parents had been, was a special thing. He decided then and there that marriage was worth celebrating, even if we all knew it wouldn't last forever.

Through all his thinking, though, Andrew could not find similar logic to make heads or tails of his affair with Doreen. In the end, the bond that he had formed with Doreen only made sense in that it was what they both wanted. They had come together, each in a completely different stage of their respective lives. Two separate timelines converging into one unforgettable summer. Andrew saw the beauty in this, and it satisfied him a bit. 

The mere thought of confessing his sins to his brother had started Andrew in on this personal reflection. Now, feeling reason settling in his addled mind and sleep tug at his head, Andrew turned his feet towards home.

"Good talk, old friend." Andrew said quietly to himself, setting off briskly down the sidewalk again. The night seemed even darker than it had before. An owl hooted from the woods off to Andrew's left, as if to remind him that he should be at home in bed at this hour. Andrew agreed, but he also liked being out at night. Here he could find true solitude. The darkness seemed to nurture unclouded thought.

The next day found Andrew and Mark at the local golf course while their parents did some shopping. Their family had enjoyed brunch, and now Mark was giving Andrew a much needed golf lesson. Mark had worked at the golf course for a few years before he left for college, and he still had a membership. After a few holes, the two boys languished in a remote spot off the fairway of hole 5. They leaned against the golf cart and drank a few beers that Mark had smuggled in. Mark always knew how to make a good time better.

Another cart was making its way down the track. The boys smoothly stashed their bottles out of sight and acted casual. The other cart stopped and the driver waved. It was Mr. George Wilson; Doreen's husband.

"Hey Mark! Andrew!" Mr. Wilson hopped out and sauntered over to the two boys. "How's your game?"

Mark answered for them. "It's alright. Andrew's getting better, I'll say that."

"Well," Mr. Wilson smiled, "if his game is as good as his yard work, I'm sure he's doing just fine. Hey Andrew I just wanted to say that you're really giving that back yard hell, Doreen is really happy with your work."

Andrew smiled amiably. "Well," he shrugged. "I try." 

"So Mark," Mr. Wilson turned his attention to Mark. "I hear you're riding down with Stephanie this weekend. I don't know if she told you, but we're having a barbecue on Saturday. It'll go all night if we want. I told your parents and everything. Everybody is going to be there."

The boys assured Mr. Wilson that they would be there. Mr. Wilson spoke with Mark some more before turning back to Andrew. "Andrew, I think Doreen wants you to come by on Friday. I'll let her know I told you, if that's OK."

Andrew agreed to this. Eventually Mr. Wilson bid them good day and hopped back in his cart, whizzing off to his next tee off. The boys took up their beers once again and resumed their sunny summer day. Mark jabbed at Andrew after a while, grinning.

"Dude, here's your chance. A barbecue at Stephanie's house. How many of those did we go to as kids? Like, two?" Mark pondered this for a second before continuing. "Allie and I will be busy, I'm sure. You should totally get with Stephanie this weekend. She's a great girl; I have no doubt you could make it happen."

Andrew scoffed at the notion and took another sip of his beer. "Yeah? Maybe I will, just to show you how it's done."

From then on that day, Mark wouldn't let up with it; Andrew had to make an honest effort to get with Stephanie at the barbecue. Mark even claimed that he would help out in this endeavor. Andrew was skeptical, but he was game in the end. Mark even said something cryptic to Andrew as he drove away that evening, leaving Andrew standing with his parents in the driveway. His parents looked at him a little confused, but then they were used to the two boys always having an agenda. Andrew took it all in good humor, content to let Mark play his game.

That night, Andrew found it hard to sleep again. He decided that a nightly stroll would do just as well to clear his head as it had the night before. 

Stepping out into the night, Andrew was a little excited. This time he more or less walked directly to the Wilson's house. Once at the corner of Maple and Quail, Andrew could see the Wilson's house. It was dark except for the porch light. Both cars stood silently in the driveway.

Andrew walked past the house casually until he came to the undeveloped lot that was next door. Around the corner, he stole into the bushes and made his way to the fence that surrounded the Wilson's back yard. Peeking over the fence, Andrew could see that the kitchen light was on in the back of the house. Andrew knew, from previous experience, that he could easily climb the fence and spy through the window above the kitchen sink. He hauled himself up, careful not to make any noise, and hopped down on the other side of the fence.

Creeping along the back wall, Andrew made it to the window. He was surprised to see Doreen sitting at the kitchen table inside. She was lit by a solitary lamp mounted on the wall. Dressed only in a cotton nightgown, she was the very model of elegant charm. She looked cheerless, her head propped up on her hands, staring down at a glossy magazine. Doreen looked like a woman left in the lurch. On top of the uncompromising need to satisfy his own flesh, he suddenly yearned to save Doreen from an evening of tedium. Andrew sprang into action, and knocked quietly on the back door.

Through the sheer curtains of the French patio doors, Andrew watched as Doreen snapped to attention, gathered herself quickly and made for the door. Her body bobbed and bounced alluringly as she trotted to the door. She didn't hesitate, as if there were only one person it could be, coming to her rescue at this hour. There she stood, arms holding the door open, the small light shining through her wisp of a gown. Her womanly curves were all but completely exposed to him through the light cloth.

"Oh, Andrew." Doreen sighed. "Heaven has answered me tonight."

She seemed to quiver in the cool night air, standing there in the open doorway. Her head went back as she eyed him still, as if about to faint from her yearning. "Thank god." 

There, between her supremely large and thinly clothed breasts hung the cross she always wore. Her ample hips shifted seductively beneath the scanty gown as she branded Andrew's soul with a look of white hot lust. Andrew took her by the hand, pulled her out the door briskly, and closed it quietly behind her.

Before he had a chance to restrain her, Doreen was off across the yard. Andrew watched her voluptuous body bound off into the deepening darkness and disappear. He heard an impish giggle come from beyond the black, and gave chase. The moon lit his way as his eyes adjusted. Rounding the corner of the small garden shed that stood in the middle of the back yard, Andrew could see Doreen standing in front of him. Lit by the soft white of the moon, her body looked as if it were glowing; the white gown gleamed in the shadows. Andrew slowed to a walk and approached her. She shifted her stance, as if her body was greeting his presence. Her nipples were noticeably erect beneath the fabric of the gown.

He fell to his knees as he embraced her, wrapping his arms about her waist and pressing his face into her. He held her like this for a while, feeling her hand alight upon his head, stroking his hair. He released his hold, and moved his hands down the great curve of her backside. His hands continued until they wrapped around the back of her knees. She gasped and sighed beautifully as he touched this sensitive spot. He squeezed tenderly upwards as he rubbed her hips, raising the fringe of her gown as he did so. When he finally had her naked from the waist down, with her gown gathered about her middle and each of his hands clutching a cool, silky smooth thigh, he plunged his tongue into the darkness between her legs. 

There he tasted her precious honey, deep and mysterious. Doreen nearly crumpled atop him in her ecstasy. He let her weight sink into him, drowning in her abandon. As he devoured her, he felt her nectar run down his cheeks. His tongue managed to pierce her insides quite thoroughly. Doreen, losing herself in Andrew's fervent service, grasped her own breasts as she began to move herself up and down with the motion of his tongue inside her. Her right hand snaked down her body and began to rub her clitoris heavily. With this cocktail of sensations; Andrew's hands on her legs, tongue inside her and her own fingers lashing at her clit, Doreen came violently. She would have crumpled to the ground if Andrew hadn't held her fast, easing her body down slowly and carefully. As the woman writhed on the ground in her delirium, Andrew stood and undressed. His penis sprang up from its hiding place inside his pants and snapped upwards, rigid as a piece of solid oak. 

"Andrew... oh..." Doreen tossed and contorted her body on the ground, trying to beg. Her breath came so raggedly that she could not manage the words.

Andrew lowered himself upon the stricken woman. She whimpered as he pulled the neck of her gown down across her chest until the neckline ripped, exposing a single, enormous breast. He let her reach down and take his cock in one hand, which she began to pull towards her gushing chamber. He felt the welcoming warmth of her pussy kissing his tip. He could not hold back once she had him pushing inside. His beastly organ slid past the breach in her womanhood and he kept pressing slowly down until he filled her completely. 

Doreen bit her lip and clawed at Andrew's back as he took her slowly and gently. His cock was too large, but she took him as deep as possible, even until the pressure sent a flash of pain through her. It was the intoxicating mix of sensuality and pain that had wormed its way into Doreen's mind, rendering her an addict since their first encounter. She loved feeling the young man on top of her, his soft skin and hard body heaving back and forth as he fucked her so deep. His back arched and his haunches clenched with each strong thrust. Once Doreen felt herself about to come again, she moved against him, grinding his rock hard flesh against that magical spot within her until it seemed that sunlight washed over her.

Andrew felt her go tense and hold him even closer than before. Her head went back and she moaned while inhaling deeply. "Oh god... my GOD..!" 

She growled through her clenched teeth. Andrew could feel her pussy tighten up on him, and he could hold back no longer. He pushed and pushed, stuffing her harder and harder. Her legs wrapped around him and he began to seriously fuck her hard. 

"Pound me, yes!" Doreen begged him. "Please come, oh please. It's too... much!" 




The Cross Ch. 03



His final thrust gorged her completely, as his penis began to throb rapidly. Her chamber was flooded with his semen. She took it all, clutching him lovingly against her, relishing the feeling. They lay there, panting like beasts of burden. Andrew twitched inside of her from time to time, sending little lingering waves of pleasure through her. He was still very hard.

Andrew withdrew from her and watched as his seed flowed freely from her. He stood up, his wilting stamen still glistening with their love. Doreen rose up on her knees, and gulped his softening penis into her mouth. She had trained her throat to take his fiendish girth beyond her gag reflex. He could feel himself sliding down past her tongue and beyond. It was enough to conjure up his lustful desire once again as she set about licking him clean.

"Oh my dear Andrew," Doreen prayed, licking him devilishly "You don't seem to be satisfied. Your beautiful manhood is hard again." She stroked it and looked into his eyes as she said this. "I need you to be satisfied. I need you to take me beyond sin."

Doreen turned away from him and dropped on all fours. She pulled the skirt of her gown aside, exposing her full, heart shaped rear. "Sodomize me, my love!" Doreen begged softly. "Taste my forbidden fruit."

Andrew sank down to his knees behind her and reached forward, fondling her ivory breasts. His shaft bobbed against her butt, brushing against the hole she sacrificed to him now. Her nipples were tight as rubber. Her cheeks blushed brightly with passion. Her tongue lashed the air in anticipation of the improper deed. Her satin thighs rubbed against him as she moved back and forth, teasing his penis with her butt. Finally, he gripped his cock with one hand and her waist with the other. He prodded the infernal hole that lay waiting for him, over and over again, threatening to pierce her anus. 

"Oh yes. I'm ready, Andrew." She beckoned him. He pushed a little harder. It seemed that her butt would not allow him entry. It was too tight. He continued pushing, using slow, even pressure. Doreen put her face down into the grass and groaned like a woman possessed. He continued to push, even after it seemed as if he was not getting any deeper inside her.

"Fuck my ass..." Doreen pleaded into the earth. "Fuck my ass like the stud you are. Oh God you're so good to me."

He ran his hand up her back and began to rub her neck. She sighed and relaxed slightly. He moved his hand up to her face and let her lick his fingers until they were moist. Andrew began to rub the glistening saliva in a small circle on Doreen's anus, much to her pleasure. He could feel her body respond, feel the clenched hole relaxing. His forefinger pressing inside, Andrew had gained access to her most sinful chamber. She was ready. He presented the tip of his rock-hard cock to her once again, and pushed. There was a moment when the world seemed to go silent, and then she enveloped him. The two lovers released a sigh of pleasure. 

Now Doreen could give Andrew what he had been needing ever since their ménage à trois with Clara. If anything, Andrew's cock felt even bigger when it was in her butt. Even so, it was sliding in further... and further...

Andrew began to pump her dutifully. It felt good. He pushed deeper. Doreen droned into the ground, begging him to violate her. He was halfway inside her rectum now, and needed to be deeper. He pushed in, feeling her cavity envelop him. It felt good to just be inside, feeling her supple flesh twitching against his shaft. It was so tight. Now he stroked long and deep, even pulling out once or twice, just to sink his cock back into her hungry ass. 

"I want this forever!" Doreen cried, abandoning the quiet they had maintained. Andrew reached around to her face and covered her mouth. This only seemed to intensify her arousal, and she began to push back against his thrusts, carrying him deeper and deeper within her. He kept his hand on her mouth, holding her like this as he fucked her ass steadily. Her breasts swayed weightily above the grass as they moved. He could feel the head of his cock butting up against her inner wall, and the sensation made him come suddenly. Doreen cried out against his stifling hand as his cock began to pulsate once again, anointing her rectum with his precious fluid.

Andrew almost couldn't contain his roar of ecstasy. He hauled Doreen upright with his cock still buried in her ass. He crossed his arms in front of her and squeezed her tits until they turned red. He moved her body up and down with his sudden burst of strength, still thrusting deep inside her. He could feel the slickness of the semen in her, feel it allow him even deeper. Doreen's eyes rolled back in her head as he took her so hard, so lustfully. She moaned like some poor tortured soul stuck in limbo, drunk with pleasure. He stopped suddenly then, feeling as if maybe he had been too rough in his frenzied lust. He loosened his grip on her and relaxed; his cock still twitching in her.

From there Doreen shifted them so Andrew lay back on the ground. She continued to ride him, her feet planted on the ground on either side of him, steadying herself with her hands on his legs. She pumped her delicious rump up and down on him, pleasuring herself with his slackening penis. She loved this new feeling of sliding up and down on Andrew's snakelike penis. Andrew watched in amazement as she did this. She turned her head to one side, showing him a leer and a lashing tongue. In the moonlight she looked almost sinister; a demon of lust here to put an eternal curse on him.

As Andrew's flesh began to relax, Doreen lowered herself completely, holding him inside of her while she rubbed her clitoris with one hand and tugged at her breast with the other. In this way she finished once again, collapsing finally, panting hard. After catching her breath she moved herself off of him, laying, completely exhausted, in the grass to his side. Andrew moved around her on the ground, and held her while they lay basking in the warmth of love.

They lay together in the grass for almost an hour. Then Doreen turned to him and they kissed. Long, slow kisses. Doreen laughed softly as Andrew took hold of her and rolled her on top of him playfully. He held her and kissed her lips, feeling her body respond to this affection. He kissed her neck, her shoulders... then he rolled her back over. She reached down and felt him hard again, ready for another.

"Oh my sweet love, would you give it to me tenderly if you must have me again."

Andrew spread her knees apart with his, and moved his hips downward so that his cock slid into place at her opening. She wrapped her arms around him and kissed him tenderly as he entered her again, arching his back to slide himself inside, inch by inch. He fucked her slowly, gently. He kissed her mouth, let her tongue play upon his. Together they cherished the feeling. She wrapped her legs around him and moved against him, slowly and rhythmically. They rolled to one side, then the other, then with her on top of him. But they did not break their coupling.

"So deep, my love." Doreen begged. "Fuck me slow and deep, oh yessss..." her masterful breasts bounced and swayed above him in the soft moonlight, entrancing him and keeping him hard inside her. She came again on top of him, throwing her head back and clutching her precious cross. Andrew loved the sight of her in ecstasy. She was so beautiful. He thrust himself into her while she was on top of him, moving his hips upward. With his last ounce of stamina he wrapped his hands around her waist and pumped out another orgasm for himself. Her face was pure joy as she braced herself to take this last pounding.

When Andrew stood up, Doreen cleaned his cock with her breasts and her tongue, making sure to move her cross out of the way first.

When they had finished, Andrew dressed and assured her he would return on Friday. She lounged on the grass and looked up at him, watching him. 

"Oh..." She remembered something then. "Before you come, you should call me. Stephanie's coming." 

"I know," Andrew assured her. "Mark's coming this weekend, too." 

Doreen seemed to make a mental note. "Yes, I see." She smiled up at him. "Just call first, OK?" Andrew took his leave of her, sneaking through the side yard and the gate. He was absolutely exhausted. He plodded straight home, remembering to stay quiet only when he made it inside his house. Upstairs, bed, darkness... sleep.

* * * 

Sleep. Andrew slept through breakfast Friday morning. He awoke suddenly and looked at his clock. It was nearly ten! He got dressed, crammed an English muffin in his mouth and set out. Before he could get out the front door his mother called from behind him. "Andrew!" He paused at the sound of her voice. "If you're headed over there, make sure you ask the Wilsons what we should bring for the barbecue tomorrow!" 

Andrew made an affirmative noise through his English muffin and let the screen door shut behind him. As it closed, he heard his mother shout something else, but he ignored her. She was probably just bitching at him for getting up so late... 

Andrew was tired. The week had passed slowly, and he had become quite restless. The night before, he was caught in a tortuous state of desire for Doreen. He couldn't stop thinking about her body long enough to go to sleep. He was too excited by the prospect of seeing her again. Then, when he did fall asleep, Andrew was plagued by strange and very sexual dreams of Doreen. His head was in a fog that morning, and he regretted not grabbing some coffee when he had the chance.

In no time he was on the Wilson's front porch, about to ring the doorbell. He thought better of it and lowered his hand to the door handle. He pressed the thumb latch and the door opened with a click. Would Doreen be OK with him sneaking in on her? He was late. He doubted she would be upset with him greatly, since he was just having a little fun. He moved inside and closed the door silently. He listened.

There was music coming from the little kitchen radio, and water running somewhere in the house. Andrew prowled down the hallway and peeked into the kitchen. Doreen was not there. He checked the laundry room to the left, past the refrigerator and down a little hallway. Still no Doreen. Then Andrew heard something above him. Doreen was upstairs.

Andrew returned to the front door and listened. He crept up the steps and paused on the landing above. The sounds were coming from the bathroom, or so he thought. He could hear Doreen's voice. Was she on the phone in Mr. Wilson's office? Andrew moved nearer to the door to the office; it was open slightly. Andrew looked in and what he saw made his jaw drop.

There was Doreen, bent over the large leather topped desk of George Wilson, talking on the phone with her legs stretched out behind her. She was dressed up, wearing a skirt with her hair done up like it had been the first time they fucked. She wore a white silk shirt and, as evidenced by the lace peaking from beneath her skirt, stockings. She faced away from Andrew, and her considerable, heart shaped rear was so bewitching that he began stroking the growing erection in his pants. But then Andrew realized she was talking about him and it snapped him to attention. It sounded like she was talking to his mother.

"Oh that's quite OK," Doreen chirped, "I had planned on having him over today. We might put him to work when he gets here anyway."

Then, as if reality was still dawning on Andrew, he realized that the sounds of running water he had heard were coming from the bathroom off to his right. Someone was taking a shower! Was Mr. Wilson at home? Andrew began to back away down the hall, realizing he had made a huge mistake. He remembered then that Doreen had asked him to call her...

Then further disaster struck as the front door opened. Andrew nearly leapt out of his skin before flattening himself against the wall, even though he was out of sight. His heart thumped in his chest until he was afraid someone would hear it. George Wilson's voice called from below, declaring that he was home. Andrew's mind raced and he remembered the guest room that lay at the opposite side of the landing. He heard Mr. Wilson's footsteps passing below the landing, leading off into the kitchen. Andrew all but ran down the hall to the guest room door. The door was open slightly, so Andrew left it that way once he was inside and safely hidden in the largely disused bedroom. He sat on the bed for a moment, trying to calm himself. He had no idea how long he would have to hide there.

Then, a girl's voice cut through the roaring turmoil in his head. Stephanie was calling to her mother out in the hallway. Andrew stood up and looked through the gap in the door. He could see straight down the hall, back the way he had come. Stephanie was there. She stood, hair still wet from the shower, wrapped in a towel. The light from the bathroom bathed her young flesh in a golden light, making her look extremely beautiful. Her legs were so lithe, so graced with subtle and alluring curvature. Though Andrew was lost in his world of newfound trouble, he wondered what it would be like to touch those heavenly legs. Stephanie leaned on the door frame of the office, speaking to her mother within. Doreen emerged, and the two of them went into the bathroom, debating something that Andrew could not discern.

What would Andrew do? Could he make it to the front door now? He could not tell where Mr. Wilson was. Andrew retreated to the opposite side of the large guest bed and crouched there. He could still see out the door slightly. He waited, watched and listened.

Eventually Andrew figured out that Doreen was leaving. He could hear voices and commotion, but he could not interpret all of it. Doreen had gone downstairs. Stephanie had gone to her room. Mr. Wilson was talking to Doreen downstairs. Finally, Andrew heard Doreen call out to George before she closed the front door behind her. "George!" Doreen shouted. "If Andrew comes by, just tell him we'll see him tomorrow, please! I'll be back in an hour or two."

Mr. Wilson called out in agreement from the kitchen and then the front door closed. For a long time everything was silent. The silence continued until Andrew thought that now could be his chance to escape. Mr. Wilson was probably out back and Stephanie was still in her room, or so Andrew thought. He was about to open the door and dash down the hall when his heart jumped up into his throat yet again. Stephanie was out there on the landing. Andrew froze.

Stephanie stood there, leaning on the railing that overlooked the foyer below. She wore athletic socks that came to her knees, very short cut off jeans and a tight white t shirt. Andrew had not heard her emerge from her room and walk out onto the landing. She just stood there, looking down. Andrew couldn't see her face, as it was veiled by her very stylish and very blonde hair. Her body was an absolute idol; Andrew was in complete awe. Her slender waist, exquisite on its own, only served to accentuate the swell of her impossibly perky breasts and the rounded curve of her backside. She was such a comely, blossoming girl that Andrew knew all the boys at the college were after her. She could have any man she wanted. This only made what happened next completely and utterly confounding to Andrew.

"Daddy..." Stephanie called down with a smile in her voice. "Daddy?" 

She waited, listening. No reply was heard.

Stephanie was holding something in her hand. It was a small porcelain figurine, the shape of which Andrew could not see. She held it out beyond the railing of the landing and released it, letting the tiny white figure fall to the tiled floor below. It landed with a soft tinkling crash that surprised Andrew. This puzzle was turning over and over in Andrew's mind when the sound of footsteps came from downstairs. Mr. Wilson had walked from the kitchen out into the entryway.

"Young lady, you had better come down here and clean that up this instant!" Mr. Wilson demanded. Stephanie stood up straight and said nothing. Mr. Wilson continued.

"If you don't get down here now, I am going to get VERY mad at you. Do you understand me?" 

Stephanie actually crossed her arms in defiance like a little girl. "No." She said simply.

"That's it. You're going to be punished." George Wilson said, climbing the stairs. 

Andrew felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand up. His body was frozen, immobile. Mr. Wilson's head came into view as the man marched up the stairs like some kind of monster. The image of Mr. Wilson so angry struck fear in Andrew. He realized then that this is what he had feared for a long time: Mr. Wilson's wrath. Fortunately for Andrew, Mr. Wilson had no idea that the boy crouched in his guest room, only a few meters away.

Mr. Wilson grabbed Stephanie by the wrist and pulled her forcefully down the hall to his office. Andrew watched as Stephanie was dragged through the door and out of sight. He heard Stephanie begin to whimper a little, and then all was silent again. The silence was almost more alarming than anything Andrew could have heard at that point. Then it came. A sharp, rhythmic slapping sound, piercing the silence like a needle. Mr. Wilson was spanking her!

Andrew rose from his crouch and left the room, being sure to leave the door as it was. He slinked down the hall slowly and in absolute silence. Before long he stood outside the office door, peering cautiously inside. Once again he was stirred by what he saw inside that office, but this time he was more disturbed than anything else. Mr. Wilson had Stephanie bent over the desk with her shorts pulled down and her bare butt turning pink from his relentless spanking. Every five seconds or so he would let fly with his hand, landing a sharp swat on one of her upturned buttocks. Stephanie tossed her head back, grimacing a little with each strike, her hands clenched together under her breasts. Mr. Wilson showed no expression whatsoever. Indeed, he stared Stephanie up and down blankly, as if he felt nothing at all in what he was doing. Stephanie's whimpering continued, rising in its intensity little by little. 

It didn't appear that they were enjoying these theatrics, but Andrew knew that they must be. He was witnessing a dirty little secret between father and daughter. Somewhere along the line Mr. Wilson had developed a taste for punishing his only daughter. Stephanie must enjoy it too, otherwise she would not have provoked him on purpose. Andrew watched for a few moments past what he deemed was too long, and snuck back down the hall and down the stairs at last.

He decided against the front door and ducked through the kitchen. Outside, he tore across the back yard and leapt at the fence on the far side, hauling himself over and into the vacant lot where he fell bodily. He lay there among the underbrush trying to catch his breath and come to grips with what he'd just seen. He wondered if Doreen knew about this charade between her husband and daughter. Andrew collected himself, brushed himself off and made his way through the vacant lot until he came out the other side. From there he decided to take the long way home.

Andrew returned home and informed his parents that he was mistaken in going to the Wilson's that day. They seemed to think nothing of it, which was of tremendous relief to Andrew. Mark was not home yet. Andrew didn't know what was going on. Andrew upstairs and showered. Under the hot water, he found that he could bare the tension no longer. His need had become far too great. His relief was long overdue. He sat back against the wall of the tub, away from the spray from the shower. He lathered up his balls, watching his penis growing. He ran his hand up and down the shaft, squeezing slightly. It felt good. He slid his hand over the head of his penis, stimulating the tip, but this was almost too much. He used the lather to let his hand glide up and down all nine inches. Softly, gently, he let the feeling wash over him. He closed his eyes and imagined that Doreen was massaging his cock, touching him with her naked breasts. He wanted them more than anything. He erupted like a volcano all over the green bath tiles, breathing heavily.




The Cross Ch. 03



That night, Andrew was plagued by strange dreams of Mr. Wilson and Stephanie. He was running and running through the Wilson's house but couldn't find an exit. When Andrew awoke at midnight he was tremendously relieved that it was all just a dream. Well, most of it anyway. Once again he thanked his lucky stars that he had made it out of that house undetected.

The next morning Andrew slept in until Mark stormed in on him. "Get up, dude! We're having fuckin' pancakes!" Mark shouted. Andrew could hear his parents laughing downstairs. "Get up!" Mark yelled, storming out again.

"Good morning, Mark." Andrew said, winking in the sunlight.

At breakfast, Mark told his parents all about Allie, who was waiting to meet them at the Wilson's. Everyone seemed excited about the party at the Wilson's. Andrew ate and said very little. He could not stop thinking about how strange his situation had become. Stephanie must have returned alone the day before. This change of plans was, of course, not brought to Andrew's attention.

That day Andrew couldn't seem to find anything to keep his attention for very long. Eventually they all walked together over to the Wilson's for the party, noodle salad and beer in tow. A few other families from the neighborhood were already there. The Wilsons had set up their house to cater to many guests, as a lot of people were expected to show.

When everyone seemed to be set up with drinks and company, Andrew found himself in the kitchen, fetching something for Mr. Wilson who was manning the barbecue grill on the patio outside. Stephanie wandered through, stopping at a bowl of chips to grab one. She was wearing shorts and a little red shirt. She said "Hello" to Andrew and continued outside. Andrew forgot to reply, but it didn't seem to matter. 

Andrew looked out the kitchen window at the scene outside. Everyone was milling around the yard, admiring the flowers. Much of what they saw was Andrew's handiwork. Doreen was out by some roses talking to a man from Mr. Wilson's office. She wore white pants and a billowy white shirt that almost hid the size and shape of her breasts, but not quite. She looked happy.

To Andrew's surprise, Clara arrived at the party an hour later. Clara greeted him and said it was nice to see him again before moving on to other guests. Clara wore a rather low cut, gray cotton sweater and tight jeans. She looked incredibly good. Andrew caught himself watching her and went back to turning burgers on the grill. He had been enlisted to work the barbecue for a while.

After a while, Mark approached Andrew for another burger. "Hey man," Mark said quietly, "We're gonna go over to our house and start a fire in the backyard. This party is getting a little forty-something for my tastes."

Andrew told Mark that he would be over after he was done eating. 

"Alright," Mark said with a snicker, "we snagged some beer, so don't worry about smuggling any."

Andrew walked through the garden after Mark left. He received some praise from friends and neighbors who were impressed with his landscaping work. Darla, a blonde woman from the neighborhood told Andrew that she would love to have him work for her. Andrew laughed and told her he wasn't cheap. Doreen put an arm around Andrew and laughed, "Hey!" Doreen joked. "You find your own hunky landscaper!" This made everyone laugh. The wine was really flowing now...

Andrew found it easy to break away. The party was pretty uproarious. The house was loud with music and a few groups locked in conversation. Andrew ducked through the side yard and made for the gate there. He heard a hiss behind him and turned around. Clara had seen him leaving and followed him. She stopped hurrying when he stopped and waited for her. She moved close to him and looked up into his eyes, holding her glass of wine between them.

She simply stared up into his eyes and took a sip of her wine. Her eyes said it all. Her eyes told Andrew exactly what she wanted him to do to her. 

"Andrew," she said, her voice low and seductive, "I'm staying here tonight. In the guest room. I want you to come and see me."

Andrew simply nodded, looking down.

"Hey..." Clara reached up and brushed his cheek with her silken hand. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Andrew said. "I'd love to see you again." He looked down at her outrageous cleavage. "I really would."

"Doreen promised that I could have you all to myself this time." Clara ran her finger down his chest and looked him straight in the eye with those deep blues, "I'll swallow all the evidence."

Andrew watched her walk away, wanting to take her right there in the seclusion of the side yard. Her ass was magic in those jeans. He closed the gate behind him and walked back to his house, trying to calm the arousal that Clara had instilled in him before he got there.

When he arrived at home, Andrew found Stephanie alone in the kitchen. She was trying to open a bottle of chardonnay that must have come from the party. Andrew greeted her. She smiled.

"Where's Mark?" Andrew asked, looking around.

"Mark and Allie are outside," Stephanie said, pulling the cork from the bottle she was opening. "I think they're trying to make a fire."

She picked up a few plastic party cups and the opened bottle and headed for the back door. She stopped and turned back to Andrew when he didn't follow. He merely stared at her.

"Well c'mon, silly." Stephanie smiled at him and stepped out.

Outside, Mark and Allie were laughing and sharing a lawn chair next to the fire. Allie was a beautiful black girl with long hair and big, gorgeous eyes. Stephanie had seated herself across the little fire pit and was pouring a cup of wine for Allie. Mark looked up when Andrew appeared and held out a beer to him.

"Here Andrew! Gotcha a cold one right here."

The four of them sat and talked for an hour or so, drinking and laughing all the while. Stephanie turned her attention to Andrew when Mark and Allie started to focus on each other. She asked him about his work for her parents. Andrew asked her about school. Eventually the two of them were left alone by the fire, as Mark and Allie had gone inside to look for drinks.

After ten minutes of talking and waiting for Mark and Allie to return, Stephanie laughed suddenly. "Well," she said, grinning, "I don't know what those two are up to but I'm sure it has nothing to do with bringing us drinks." She gave Andrew a suggestive look.

Andrew laughed at this. "If I know my brother like I think I do, we are going to be waiting for a while."

Stephanie looked around. "Let's go back to the party. They're probably wondering where we took off to by now." She stood and stretched, her beautiful curvature highlighted by the firelight. Her breasts seemed larger than Andrew remembered. Nothing like her mother's enormous rack, but every bit as enticing.

Andrew and Stephanie left Mark and Allie behind and walked back to the party. They continued talking, and Stephanie explained to Andrew that the next day Mark and Allie had planned on going to see a movie together. Stephanie asked Andrew if he would join her so she wouldn't be a third wheel. Andrew agreed to this and smiled. Had Stephanie Wilson just asked him out? They continued to walk back to Stephanie's house. Andrew caught Stephanie smiling too.

Back at the party, things were winding down. It seemed that nearly half the people had already left. Mr. Wilson was entertaining a large group of men, all lounging on or near the patio. Some smoked cigars and all held glasses of whiskey. Andrew's dad was among them, sipping his drink and talking to Mr. Wilson. Clara was among the men, holding the attention of at least three of them. She caught Andrew looking over at her as he walked past and her eyes lit up. 

Eventually the party was nothing more than two groups of people holding two separate conversations. Garden torches sent golden light playing on the faces of the remaining guests. The music was turned down low. The last cigar sat smoldering in its ashtray. Andrew's parents were leaving, saying their goodbyes and carrying their empty salad bowl. Andrew rose to leave, and noticed that Mark was suddenly by his side. 

"Great party." Mark said, as if he'd been there all this time. "We should be going."

Andrew grinned and patted his brother on the back. The two boys followed their parents, walking slowly back to the house. Allie waved to Mark from the Wilson's front porch, where she sat with Stephanie.

"Well," Mark asked quietly after they were out of range, "How did it go with Stephanie?"

Andrew smiled. "She asked me to join you guys tomorrow."

"And you didn't screw it up! I knew I could count on you." Mark said cheerfully.

Andrew looked up at the darkening sky. "We'll see what happens."

The sun went down then, leaving the neighborhood in shadows. 

At around midnight, Andrew left his house once again. It was dark and quiet. Before long he stood in the empty lot, peering over the Wilson's backyard fence. He vaulted the fence with a single, practiced leap and landed as quietly as he could on the other side. The moon began to rise above the tree line, partially lighting Andrew's way.

There was a small amount of light coming from the kitchen window, but otherwise the house looked dark. Andrew walked to the back door and looked inside. No one was present. He tried the back door latch and it opened. He slid inside and shut the door. Inside, he crept carefully through the kitchen, making sure not to make noise on the tiled floors. Then, a small noise came from above. Andrew heard a door open, and footsteps. Someone was coming downstairs. Quickly, Andrew ducked through the kitchen and down the short hallway to the laundry room. There he hid himself from view and waited.

The kitchen light came on and Stephanie stepped in from the hallway. She wore only white panties and a tank top. Andrew watched her breasts bounce with each step she took. She went to the fridge and out of Andrew's sight. Then, Andrew's mind went blank with fear as Stephanie flipped the switch behind the fridge that lit the laundry room. Andrew stood as still as he could against the windows on the far wall and watched with horror as Stephanie walked into the laundry room and opened the dryer.

She stopped.

She turned.

Andrew stood there, aghast. Stephanie reeled in surprise and covered her mouth to stifle the gasp that came involuntarily. Once her mind's eye cleared, Stephanie could see that the intruder was Andrew himself. She was still in shock.

"Andrew!" Stephanie said, heaving "you scared the SHIT out of me! What are you doing here..?"

Andrew was shaken, but the knowledge of his impending doom sent a strange calm over him. The worst had happened. He had been careless and now he would need to confess. Then it dawned on him: there was a way out for him. 

"Stephanie, listen." Andrew began, covering his eyes in a gesture of shame."I'm here for Clara. We were planning on meeting each other tonight. Here. In your house."

Stephanie looked incredulously at him for a moment, and then the information began to sink in. 

"Oh. I see." Stephanie said. She looked embarrassed.

"I'm sorry." Andrew said simply. He was.

"No, it's OK." Stephanie assured him. "I'm still a little freaked out, that's all. You scared me so bad."

Andrew relaxed a bit. They stood there awkwardly for a moment. Andrew couldn't help himself as he looked down to see her perfect breasts. Her pink nipples were visible through the cloth of her tank top. He watched as they became erect before his eyes.

"Well," Stephanie grabbed a hamper. "Allie got drunk and spilled a drink all over herself, so I'm just getting her clean clothes for her. Don't mind me." She grinned at him, melting Andrew's frozen blood.

Stephanie bent over to pull the clothes from the dryer. Her panties went taught across the twin bubbles of her perfect ass as she bent down. Andrew's blood went up again, and he moved forward, knowing then what he needed to do. He reached out with his right hand and spanked her firmly on her vulnerable ass. She dropped the clothing and gripped the edge of the dryer. She gasped.

"Oh god..." She squeezed her eyes shut and begged pathetically, "Please don't... please don't STOP."

Andrew spanked her again, harder this time. She was silent now. She merely stayed in position, awaiting the next delicious sting on her backside. But Andrew held back.

"Now." Andrew told her quietly, yet firmly. "You will go to your room and forget you saw me. Do you understand?"

Stephanie stayed silent, gripping the edge of the dryer and holding her breath in anticipation. Andrew slapped her ass again, even harder now.

"YES..." Stephanie exhaled, trying to keep her voice quiet. She opened her eyes and began to collect the laundry. She picked up her hamper and exited, turning the light off as she went.

Andrew waited in the darkness for a minute, listening. Stephanie was back in her room, and the house was more or less silent. He trembled.

Andrew snuck up the stairs to the landing and listened. He could hear nothing but the beating of his own heart. He walked to the guest room door and put his hand on the knob. He was shaking. He was so aroused now that his head was actually swimming. He opened the door.

There, bathed in moonlight streaming through the window, Clara lay on the large satin bedspread. Her extravagant curvature graced the great, shining cushion like a hedonistic statue. Andrew closed the door behind him and walked forward. Clara rose up from the bed and walked around it to the nightstand with the movement of a dancer. There, a flame leapt up from a lighter in her hand as she lit a candle. With that she lit another and another. Her skin was still like ivory in the candlelight, but now it was tinted with gold.

Andrew stripped quickly and began to crawl across the bed towards Clara. Her large but perfect breasts stood like irresistible forbidden fruit, of which Andrew had to taste or he would surely die. She backed against the wall, as if his intense desire frightened her. He stood and towered over the woman. His penis thrust into the air between them like a piece of chiseled granite. He took Clara by her arms and spun, casting her onto the bed wildly. She pulled herself to the center of the bed and turned to face him, lying on her back, awaiting his onslaught.

Andrew moved in and began to squeeze her breasts adoringly. They were absolutely stunning. She smiled and watched him work, watched his eyes glaze over in his idolatry of her body. Then he started to feed on her nipples. She felt his hot, red cock resting on her leg as he gorged fanatically on her nipples. He sucked with all his might, biting and pulling at the hard nipples with his mouth. He squeezed her tits together, rolling them in his hands. 

This went on for quite some time, until at last her milk began to stream from her, seeping from her nipples in warm little mouthfuls. She sighed with pleasure as the liquid ran down her tits and across her stomach. Andrew lapped up what he could, fascinated by this new pleasure. Her body was giving him all it could. Complete surrender.

Andrew rose to his knees and straddled his lover's body. Clara grasped her breasts and pulled them apart, letting his cock fall heavily onto her moist chest. Pressing her ivory orbs together around his penis, Clara let the boy run his shaft between them. She smiled openly as his penis ran in between her tits and up her neck. She could feel the texture of his cock against her, rubbing her with increasing vigor. She dipped her head and licked the tip of his cock as it flashed towards her mouth. She tasted the salt of his fluid that dripped early from him. Andrew fucked Clara's tits harder and harder.

Then he stopped, breathless. Andrew's cock throbbed, buried in her bosom. He nearly came then, he was so close. Clara sensed his sensitive moment and froze, letting him ease down on his own. She released her tits and he disengaged from her, moving to kneel at the foot of the bed. Clara rose onto all fours and watched him. Andrew tried to breathe evenly and calm down a little. He knew she needed him to finish inside her. He wanted to give that to her.

She turned to him and moved her rump towards him. Andrew took his penis and angled it into her pussy, knowing that he must fuck her now or it would just erupt from him. He entered her, and suddenly she lost heart. She sprang forward to escape him, pitching face first into the pillows. Her fleshy butt bounced delightfully as she plunged onto the bed. He pursued her, laying between her spread legs and entering her again. He slid inside her wet and wanting pussy and thrust his hips forward. Clara hugged the bedding towards her face, screaming into the pillows. 

He fucked her hard and deep from behind. Clara wailed into her pillows, feeling her insides stretching as Andrew's equine sex organ pierced her fully. It took no more than a dozen thrusts to finish him off. Clara felt him only go deeper as the slippery mass of cum filled her, allowing his tip to reach the final wall of her womb. He went stiff above her, and she felt his strong arms wrap around her in his moment of unrestraint. He came inside her as tears of pleasure ran from her eyes. His hardness moved within her mightily as he held her, giving her every drop.

Clara had no idea how many times she came. Since he entered her it was just one long, hot orgasm, or so it seemed. She went limp, felt him slipping out of her, and fell into a blissful pit of emptiness.

Andrew lay on the bed, drained of any care. He lay there for an hour or so, falling in and out of consciousness. In his slumber, he did not notice the door open. Nor did he notice when Doreen wafted into the room in a white silk robe to stand at the foot of the bed and gaze at his body longingly for a long time.

When he finally rose from the bed, he looked to the nightstand covered in candles. There, laying like a coiled serpent, was the chain that bore the gold cross that Clara wore. He blew out the candles, threw a blanket over Clara's body and kissed her. She stirred slightly but did not wake. Andrew dressed and left Clara to sleep.

* * * *

The next day, Andrew and Mark waited for the girls to arrive at the local theater. It was about three 'o' clock. The girls parked and hopped out, wearing summer dresses and hats. The four of them greeted each other. Mark and Allie with a hug and a kiss, Andrew and Stephanie with a smile and a nod. It was determined that everyone was hungry, so they took a booth at the local pizza place. 

Mark and Allie both got up to go to the bathroom, giving Andrew a moment alone with Stephanie. Stephanie looked at him with sad eyes.

"What's wrong?" Andrew begged, reaching out and taking her hand quickly.

Stephanie stared at him. "I think I want to spend more time alone with you, Andrew. I don't know what else to say."

Andrew felt relieved. "Well, that's fine with me." He smiled.

"Really? I thought you might not want to. I didn't know if you were interested or not. Your brother said-"

"My brother doesn't know everything about me." Andrew cut in. "The fact is, I'd like to spend more time with you, too."

Stephanie smiled, a small, meaningful smile.

The others returned and drinks were ordered. Mark started poring over the menu. Andrew looked up at Stephanie again, and noticed she wore a gold chain around her neck. 

The chain ran down into the recesses of her dress, but Andrew knew what hung from that chain. Warmed by the touch of her skin, nestling between her beautiful breasts; there lay a golden cross. Andrew also knew that it was Doreen's cross, and that she had given it to her daughter as a signal to Andrew.

"Nice necklace." Andrew said simply.

Stephanie looked up, her beautiful blue eyes wide with the reception of the compliment. She pulled the chain out from her dress, revealing the cross.




The Cross Ch. 04



Andrew fumbled with the doorknob to his old room and somehow managed to get himself inside with all three suitcases that he was carrying. He set the bags down near the bed and heaved a sigh of relief.

Andrew was home.

He hadn't been in his room for almost a year, and that was only a quick stop to drop some things off. College had taken all of Andrew's time. Now he was back. Four years closer to a business degree, Andrew was ready for a break. 

Andrew stretched his back and yawned. His room was as he'd left it, almost. A thin layer of dust had settled over some surfaces, but otherwise it looked, smelled and felt exactly as he remembered it. There were few things more comforting than coming back home after years of life in college.

Among the clutter on Andrew's desk was a photo of him and his ex-girlfriend Stephanie. They looked happy. Time had certainly changed some things. Andrew picked up the photo and looked at it for a moment. He smiled, wiped the dust off of the photo and put it safely in his top desk drawer.

"Life goes on." Andrew said to himself. 

He turned to one of the windows in his room, opened the blinds and looked out. It was summer, and the weather was beautiful. He pushed the window up and wide open. Fresh air wafted through the room for the first time in months.

Andrew was surprised that evening when his father handed him the keys to the old family pickup.

"Here. Old girl's getting rusty. Since your mother and I bought the SUV, the old truck doesn't get used much. You might as well drive it until you can get something fancier." Andrew's father smiled as he handed the keys over.

Andrew was honored. The old Chevy was a piece of family history. He didn't think it would ever be sold. The truck was brick red or burnt orange, depending on the light, and the bed was scuffed, rusty and well used. Still, the paint held a shine and the windows were spotless. The interior smelled of pine tree air fresheners and the occasional cigarette (from when grandpa was visiting). Andrew's brother Mark had been trusted with the truck's care for a year or so back when the boys were in high school. The truck held a lot of great memories for Andrew, and he was happy to have it.

It wasn't long until Andrew was given his brother's old job at the local country club. Andrew hadn't been keeping up on his golf since he had been away at school, but the guys at the pro shop were so worked up over stories of his brother that it didn't seem to matter. Andrew filled out the necessary forms and the job was his. He was even granted the weekend shift behind the counter at the pro shop.

Leaving the country club, Andrew took the long way home. He drove the old truck slowly, taking in the sights of his hometown that he hadn't seen in years. There was really only one house that he wanted to drive past; Stephanie's house. He knew that Stephanie was no longer living there, but that her parents still called the place home. Andrew rounded a corner onto Quail Drive and let the truck coast down the street. It was about noon, and the street was quiet. Once 1221 Quail came into view, Andrew could see that only Stephanie's mother, Mrs. Doreen Wilson, was home. Her minivan was parked in the driveway. Andrew scanned the yard, and couldn't help but notice that it looked fairly unkempt. This was odd, since Doreen had always tried to keep the yard looking nice.

Andrew took the next left on Maple, and drove his truck down to the dead-end. He wheeled the truck around and parked it out of sight by a stand of trees. It appeared that the house there was still vacant after all these years. It was as if everything in this neighborhood had simply been put on pause while he had been gone. Andrew felt a lump growing in his throat as he pushed the heavy door of the pickup closed and walked back toward the Wilson's old house.

Would he still be welcome there? 

It had been over four years since he had seen Doreen. The affair that the two of them had engaged in all those years ago had been put from Andrew's mind after he started dating Doreen's daughter. There was still a whisper of heartache over his breakup with Stephanie, but Andrew had spent over two years recovering. After a week tooling around his hometown, memories of Doreen had started to haunt Andrew. His loneliness hadn't been apparent to him until he was back home.

Andrew stood on the Wilson's front porch and rang the bell. He heard the back door close distantly, and footsteps ringing out in the entryway. The door opened.

Doreen beamed at him. "Well. Isn't this a pleasant surprise." She stated plainly. "I ran into your mom at the store, she said you'd be in town soon."

Andrew nodded. "Well... I guess I'll be staying for awhile." He said weakly.

Doreen put her fists on her hips as her face melted into a knowing smirk. "Well," she said, unable to hide her elation at seeing Andrew, "come on in, we'll catch up on old gossip."

Andrew stepped inside and Doreen closed the door. He could not help but notice that she had let her hair go gray. It was also cut short, and worn high. She looked more than ever the lady of style and grace. She had put on weight, but it was only just noticeable thanks to the clothes she wore. Loose button-up shirt and light blue jeans; as always hiding the curves that lay beneath. She was nearing fifty years old, but Andrew found himself melting in her presence as he had years ago. He felt those old butterflies fluttering down in his stomach as she lead him down the hall to the kitchen in the back of the house. It was as if nothing had ever happened between the two of them.

Doreen sat the two of them down at the small kitchen table with ice tea and some cookies she'd baked. They spoke about college. Doreen seemed to avoid speaking of Stephanie. Andrew knew that she would, being the caring woman that Doreen was. Andrew told her about his job at the golf course.

"Well, you'll be seeing a lot of George at the country club." Doreen added. "It seems like he's always there if he's not here or at work. He's only consulting now, probably retire in another year."

Andrew's heart sank a little at the casual mention of Doreen's husband, George. She seemed to be addressing Andrew as an old friend, instead of an old lover. As if noting Andrew's shift in moods, Doreen rose and bid Andrew follow her outside. In the backyard, Andrew followed Doreen around, inspecting all that needed to be done. They paused near a tree that Andrew had once kept so neatly trimmed. It now looked overgrown and bushy.

"I haven't been keeping the yard in order this year, I'm afraid." Doreen sighed. "Sometimes it seems pointless when it's just me back here all the time."

Andrew hovered behind her, wanting nothing more than to embrace her passionately. Doreen turned and looked up at him with her big beautiful eyes, set above her handsome, regal nose and pouting lips.

"Oh Andrew, I saw you drive by in your father's old pickup yesterday." There was a tremor in her voice as she spoke. "I was hoping you would come see me."

She held her hands to her chest, as if to stop her heart from leaping out. Andrew took her hands in his and held them warmly. She shivered at his touch and brushed the back of his hand against her cheek. A single tear wrote a black strike of mascara on her blushing cheek. The lines in her face were more pronounced than Andrew remembered. Somehow it only made her more beautiful.

"Will you come back, Andrew?" She nearly begged. "The yard just hasn't been the same without you in it."

Andrew released her hands and looked up at the sky. It was the only way he would be able to speak. He smiled.

"I guess I can work it into my schedule, as long as you don't need me on weekends."

Doreen wiped her cheek and regained her composure, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. She turned and walked back to the house, pausing in the doorway. She waited until she heard Andrew's footsteps crossing the deck towards her. Doreen continued inside.

Andrew entered the kitchen just in time to see Doreen walking back into the laundry room. He followed.

Doreen stood with her hands on the counter. She listened as Andrew came near. She could feel his presence behind her. She could hear him trying to control his breathing as it became heavier and heavier. She felt his hands reach around her, under her arms, and grasp both of her breasts firmly. Doreen released a four-year sigh and raised her arms up to allow him full access to her bosom.

Andrew knew instantly that her breasts had only grown larger. He could feel the heavy bulges under the cloth of her shirt and the large bra that she always wore. He pressed himself into the cushion of her backside and let her feel his hardness through the fabric of their jeans. He kissed the side of her neck and made her gasp again. This time she let out a small squeal of joy.

Doreen unbuttoned the top three buttons of her shirt and turned to face her secret lover. She knelt down onto the tiled floor of the laundry room and ran her hands up Andrew's denimed legs.

"My dear boy," Doreen chirped playfully, "how nice of you to humor my chit chat. Let's save some talk for next time, shall we? Now..." She stroked the long bulge that drew the front of his jeans taught. "I ought to have mercy and give you what you came here for."

She unbuttoned his jeans and pulled the zipper down. She pulled down on his waistband and glanced once into his eyes before freeing Andrew's nine-inch penis from his briefs. 

"Oh!" Doreen marveled, looking at his towering organ. "My sweet Andrew, you are a sight for sore eyes."

She cupped his bulging testicles with one hand and ran the fingertips of the other up Andrew's shaft. She gripped him firmly and brought the tip to her lips. She kissed him, licked him up and down, kissed the balls in her hand, ran her open lips over the head of his cock and plunged it into her mouth.

As she began to suck, working her head back and forth in time to the music of Andrew's ecstatic moaning, Doreen plucked at another two buttons on her shirt. Andrew helped her by pulling her shirt back over her shoulders. Doreen's immense cleavage heaved and bounced with each thrust of her neck. She began to slurp loudly, letting drops of excess saliva fall as they came from her lips. The drops ran down the bold veins of his shaft, around her fingers as they gripped him firmly, down his legs and dropped freely onto her half-naked breasts.

"Muah!" Doreen cried, pulling the swollen flesh from her mouth to catch her breath. Strands of saliva fell as she exhaled hotly through her gaping lips. "Such a good boy!"

She ran her hands up and around him, gripping his ass with both hands for the final thrust. Her tongue relaxed finally, allowing the thick head of his penis to breach her throat. She coughed once and resumed stroking him long and deep with all of her mouth. She released his rear with one hand and wrapped it around the base of his thick wood. She sucked and stroked, nearly gagging on his slippery cock as she tugged him as deep as she could into her throat. 

Then, when she seemed to go senseless, throwing all care aside to please him, to quench the fire of lust inside her, Andrew's head went back. A great cry of relief exploded from him, and it seemed that his orgasm would never end. His body convulsed at the ice of Doreen's touch, and suddenly he needed all or nothing. He gripped her head and pushed into her, feeling every inch of her mouth as his cock entered her throat. She whimpered, pressed back against the cabinets behind her. She flailed her hands, dug her nails into his hips and tried to pull herself up from her knees. Andrew pressed his weight into her, pressed his long cock into the back of her throat. She felt his semen filling her mouth, a few drops running down her throat. A cough erupted from inside of her and then there was cum gushing from her nose and lips. It ran down her chin and splattered onto her bulging breasts. She felt it run down between them, down past her navel...

Doreen pushed Andrew back, and his slackening penis slid from her mouth. She coughed, gasped, and looked up at him. Thick gobs of semen hung from her mouth, dripping from her face. Her huge tits were wet with saliva and cum. She breathed heavily, staring into his eyes.

"Now just look at this mess." She grasped his hands and pulled herself up to stand before him. She wiped some of the fluid from her breast and sucked it from her finger. "You'd better come with me into the bathroom and help me clean this up."

Andrew followed Doreen out into the kitchen, through the hall and up the stairs. She pulled him by the hand through the bathroom door and closed it. She locked the door. She examined herself in the large mirror above the twin wash basins and smiled. Her makeup was running down her cheeks. Doreen opened a lipstick that was lying on the counter and applied some fresh red to her tender lips.

"Look what you've done to me. Honestly, Andrew!" Doreen pressed her breasts together and licked what she could from them. "Such a delicious mess."

Doreen pulled her shirt off, and began unfastening her pants. Andrew undressed quickly and stood by, waiting at the command of this woman that haunted his dreams. Doreen dropped her pants, revealing softly sculpted legs and an ass that was larger than Andrew remembered, but every bit as heart shaped and comely. She unfastened her bra and dropped it onto the finely tiled bathroom floor. Then she began to run a bath. The tub was a large whirlpool type, but it filled quickly with hot water from two taps. Doreen waited, perched on the edge of the tub, for the bath to fill. Andrew merely gazed at her. He gazed longingly at her mammoth breasts. They hung gracefully from her, with nipples that pointed stubbornly upward. To Andrew, Doreen possessed the most unreal pair of tits imaginable. She caught him staring at her body. She giggled.

"I missed you too, big guy." She smiled at him, a wicked smile that cut to Andrew's core. "Now," she shut the water off and stepped into the tub. "Let's get you clean."

Doreen sank down into the tub, submerging her body to her neck and rising back up again. She extended a hand to him. "Come here, my darling."

Andrew approached the tub. Doreen reached out with a dripping hand and fondled his half-erect penis. The water made his flesh slick again, allowing Doreen's hands to glide all over his hanging flesh. She pushed herself up in the tub and took him into her mouth again, making satisfied sounds as she tasted him.

She pushed herself up further from the water and allowed his ruddy cock to rest between her glistening breasts. She reached over and took a bar of soap from a dish. Once she had worked up a lather with her hands, she began to smear the soft suds onto her nipples, and then the rest of her huge breasts. She pressed her tits together and around Andrew's cock, rubbing them up and down his shaft.

"I seem to recall you enjoying this very much. I bet it's just the ticket to get you rock hard again." Doreen chided, continuing to push her tits up and down so that Andrew's dick ran between them. She pushed tighter, and the added sensation of her stiff nipples sliding against his shaft was the last straw. Andrew's penis rose erect before Doreen's eyes. She grinned up at him.

"Such a strong, healthy boy." Doreen ran her hand up and down his hardness. "Now get in this tub, young man!" 

She sat back in the tub and watched as Andrew stepped into the water as ordered. She took his hands and pulled him down with her. Then she kissed him. They embraced and kissed for a few minutes. Long, slow kisses. Andrew's hands found Doreen's breasts, and soon his mouth found her nipples. Doreen held him to her breast and reclined against the wall of the tub. He moved his body on top of hers, and Doreen could feel his cock sliding across her skin under the water. She raised her legs to either side of him and ran her slippery hands up his arms. Then she reached down into the water, shifted his bobbing prick so it pressed against her pussy, and pulled his weight down onto her.

Andrew's penis entered her, and with it, a quantity of water. He pulled back and pushed into her again, and again water entered the void of her inner chamber.

"Oh... oh god!" Doreen cried. "You're too big! It's been too long!"

Andrew began to fuck her slowly, despite her pitiful cries of discomfort. Once he had filled her, he felt the water escape past his cock. 

"Oh GOD!" Doreen screamed. "FUCK ME! YES! YEESSS!!!"

Andrew pushed and shoved against her, feeling the water start to surge around him. He reached frantically for the drain and pulled it. Once the water began to subside, Andrew pumped Doreen as hard as he could. He could feel himself cramming her full of water, feel it gushing from her as he humped her harder and harder.

"Unh! Unh! Unh! Ah god! Ah! So rough! Yes!" Doreen chanted in Andrew's ear as he plunged into her. 

He felt her hands wrap around his ass as he humped her silly. The water was everywhere now, on the floor, in the air, deep inside Doreen's womb. The frenzy of their love began churning the water into a spray. The sound of the tumult was almost louder than Doreen as she wailed her final plea to the almighty. The most violent, crushing orgasm of Doreen's life hit her, and she knew equal measures of pain and pleasure. Her back arched so powerfully that Andrew was lifted up bodily out of the water. He held himself up on the edge of the tub and let her finish. She clung to him and then fell, her body floating limply in the remaining water.

Andrew was worried that she would faint, but she came to, resting against the edge of the tub, breathing hard.

He climbed out of the tub and began frantically to pull towels down from racks and shelves to sop up the large amount of water that was now on the bathroom floor. 

Doreen lay back in the tub, trying to catch her breath. After several minutes of this, Andrew helped her up and out of the tub. He lifted her into his arms and carried her from the bathroom. He carried Doreen all the way down the upstairs hallway and into the guest bedroom, and there he lay her body down on the bed. Doreen fell in and out of sleep.

Andrew did all he could to clean up the mess. He collected Doreen's bathrobe and offered it to her. She rose to a sitting position and put it on. Then, with Andrew's hand in hers, she walked downstairs and out the back door to light a cigarette from a hidden pack under a small clay pot. She sat down in an adirondack chair, with her cigarette and a glass of water that Andrew had brought to her.

"Andrew," Doreen started. "I want you to know that I treasure our time together, but I need you to know that if you need to be with someone else, I understand."

Andrew nodded. "Yes ma'am."

Doreen smiled at him. "You're such a good boy. Now go. But come back soon, my yard really does need your help."

She reached up and took his hand. The touch of her flesh against his stirred Andrew deeply. He felt like fucking her yet again.

"Oh Doreen..." Andrew breathed. "Please, one more time before I have to go."

Doreen's mouth fell open. "You can't be..."

Andrew whisked his rugby shirt off and undid his pants, letting them fall. His penis was growing again, ready for Doreen's touch. Doreen stood and ran off into the yard. Once Andrew had freed his legs from his pants, he gave chase. He caught up with her up behind some Japanese maples and pulled at her robe. She fell to the grass and began crawling away from him, laughing.

"Oh Andrew," She said as he gripped her waist and began to prod her anus with the dripping tip of his hungry cock. "Be gentle, you unbelievable stud!"

Andrew took her by the shoulders, hauled her upright and bit her on the neck. She shrieked with pleasure. He sat back on his heels with his cock pointing upwards. Taking Doreen by the arms, he positioned her body so that his penis was wedged betwixt her buttocks. He pulled her arms down behind her back and watched as his cock was buried in that big beautiful ass.




The Cross Ch. 04



Doreen freed her arms and knelt upright, clutching her own hanging breasts as she pushed her butt down onto Andrew's column of flesh. Andrew watched as she began to pump her body up and down on top of him, shoving his cock repeatedly into her rectum. He placed his hands over hers on her breasts and helped her squeeze. He started to thrust upwards, shoving himself as deep as he dared into her forbidden chamber.

His hands moved down to her waist, and then they clutched handfuls of her butt as Andrew ground his cock against her insides. He then took her by the wrists and pulled them back, thrusting as he pulled her down again and again.

She could feel her hands going numb as he squeezed her wrists tightly, pulling her down, arching her back again and again. His cock was crammed so deep inside of her that she felt it pushing into yet another chamber. She heard him groan loudly as his cock began to twitch within her. She felt each splash of hot sperm against the wall of her colon as he collapsed backwards and released her. She hadn't been penetrated so fully since they had parted all those years ago.

Later, after Andrew had left Doreen sleeping on her bed upstairs, he left the Wilson's house through the side gate and made it back to the old truck that was waiting for him. He got in, closed the door and sat there for a time, just listening to the wind in the trees across the street. It was good to be home, and as long as Doreen was here, Andrew didn't know why he would ever leave again.

The truck started right up. The familiar rumble of the V8 was music to Andrew's ears. He decided not to go straight home. He was back in his hometown, but now he had the freedom to roam a bit. Maybe he would go check out those hiking trails that were only a half-hour's drive away? Why not?

Life was good. And it was about to get better. 



The Cross Ch. 05



The old alarm clock sounded loudly, causing Andrew to stir under his covers. He paused for a moment, letting his head clear. No, he didn't have work that day and he had forgotten to turn off the alarm so that he could sleep in. 

"Figures." Andrew said aloud.

He smacked the alarm clock once, hitting the snooze button in frustration. He was trying to get used to sleeping in again, since school was over for the time being. Since he was so rudely awoken by himself, he knew that going back to sleep would probably not happen. Andrew sat up and rubbed his eyes. Then he flipped the switch on the alarm.

Despite the fact that he hadn't slept in, Andrew felt great. It must have been the fact that he'd had his first sex in over two years a few days before. School had been occupying all of his time, while his breakup with Stephanie didn't help things either. Andrew just hadn't had any luck with girls at college, no matter how many dozens of times he had noticed one that seemed promising. Andrew was a cool guy, but not the most outgoing.

It was good to be back in his hometown, thought Andrew, where Doreen, Stephanie's mom, had jumped at the opportunity to take care of Andrew's carnal needs once again. Doreen's incredibly voluptuous body made her a constant forbidden craving for Andrew. A diamond in Andrew's suburban dessert.

Andrew stood and looked out the window. It was pretty cloudy, but Andrew decided that he wouldn't let the weather get in his way. Today he just had to get away, by himself, and explore something less than familiar. He decided on a nearby trail that he hadn't been to in over a decade. It would be perfect.

Andrew dressed quickly and grabbed a few slices of cold leftover pizza down in the kitchen. His parents weren't even awake yet. It was too early, but Andrew had made up his mind. Munching the last of the pizza, he got in his truck out in the driveway and started it up. He hoped the rumble of the old beast wouldn't wake his parents as he exited the driveway and took off down the street.

It was magical being out in the woods again, after living in a larger city for so long. Andrew walked for an hour or so, until the trail connected with another, which would take him for another six miles according to the sign at the intersection. He realized that turning back was probably a good idea, since he hadn't really prepared for such a long hike. He would have to go all the way another day. There was a different route he could take back though, that met up with a network of trails that he had never been to before. Fortunately he had looked at a map beforehand, and he knew the lay of the land reasonably well.

After a few miles of backtracking, Andrew found the intersection. He took a left and walked a few miles before he heard voices up ahead. He continued walking, until a group of people came into view. Two of them seemed to be an older couple, and the others were a woman and two young girls with matching scout troop shirts on. Andrew greeted the group as he passed them, smiling politely.

"Excuse me!" the old woman piped up. "Excuse me young man, you wouldn't happen to know where we are would you?"

Andrew smiled again and walked back towards the small confused group of hikers. As he moved closer, he could not help but notice the woman who seemed to be in charge of the two girls. She had platinum blonde hair and a turned up nose. Her blue eyes flashed at him as he stole a second glance. Andrew tensed up a bit at the presence of such a stunning woman.

"Well, if you go that way you'll come to a junction where you'll take a left to get out of here. But that's a few miles back. If you want to go this way, you'll have to take a few rights before you come to the field down there. Then it's just following the edge of the woods until you come to the trail that takes you to the trailhead parking lot."

The old woman still looked confused. The old man smiled and put his hat back on his head.

"Well," The old man spoke. "doesn't sound too complicated. Which way is quicker?"

Andrew considered this. "Probably through the trails this way. The other way takes a few miles before you reach the junction."

Andrew looked at the pretty woman who was looking at him, watching him attentively as he spoke. She smiled. Andrew cleared his throat and tried not to look at the woman's breasts.

"Hey," Andrew offered, "why don't I just show you the way?" 

The couple seemed to find this a most agreeable idea. So, setting off again, they said their goodbyes to the girls and the woman who had stopped to help as they parted ways. Andrew snuck a quick look at the woman as she turned to walk away. She was very striking indeed, and her tits stuck out dramatically beneath her form fitting hoodie. Andrew felt lovesick all over again.

As he walked away with his new companions in tow, he cursed his luck under his breath. If only he'd been there a little later, he might have met the woman elsewhere on the trail. 

It took what seemed like days for the older couple to pick their way over the trail back to the parking lot, but Andrew got them there eventually. He shook their hands and welcomed them to his assistance before seeing them off. They were driving away, when Andrew saw the blonde mystery woman and her two girls step into the clearing by the parking lot. 

Andrew pretended not to see as he turned towards his truck. He noticed then that the only other car in the gravel lot was parked near him. He busied himself with the truck's tailgate, buying some time.

"Well that was nice of you." The woman spoke as she walked past.

"Yeah?" Andrew smiled. "I was going that way anyway I guess."

"Oh come on, I'd call that your good deed for the day." The woman stopped and faced him, smiling and putting her hands on her hips. The two girls were opening their car, fishing through a cooler that was inside.

"Well, if you say so." Andrew said weakly. It was all he could do to not look down at her breasts, especially now that her hoodie was unzipped, showing she wore a white tank top underneath. He took a drink from his water bottle instead.

"I'm Jenny." She held her hand out and walked forward. Her left hand. 

Andrew took her hand in his firmly and shook. "Andrew."

"Nice to meet you. We were just out here getting some badges. Do you know of any other trails nearby?" Her voice made her sound younger than she appeared to be. Andrew couldn't be sure, but he thought she must be in her forties.

"There are a few trails closer to the state border." Andrew motioned with his hand in the general direction. "But nothing as good as this one as you get closer to town."

"Ah. You must be local." Her smile widened, causing her laugh lines to show around her eyes, which were a very bold blue. Her cheeks and pointed, upturned nose were covered in freckles. Her wavy hair wreathed her sunny face brightly.

Andrew rested his hands on the edge of his truck's bed, leaning forward. "Yeah, I live in town. You?" He realized then that he hadn't felt a ring on her hand when they had introduced themselves.

"I live in Brockton, but the girls' grandparents live in town here. We come to visit at least once a month. We usually hike with the troop back home, but I figured this would be a good for something new while we were here." Jenny rested her hands on her waist as she spoke. 

Andrew was drawing a blank on a way to develop the conversation further. In his moment of hesitation, one of Jenny's daughters called loudly at her mother to ask if it was ok for the cookies to be opened. Jenny turned to them slowly.

"Yes, you may open the cookies!" Jenny replied somewhat sarcastically. She turned back to Andrew. 

It suddenly dawned on Andrew that this woman was making a point to talk to him. Maybe she was just chatty?

"Well?" Jenny continued. "Will we see you on the other trails?"

The question caught Andrew somewhat off guard. "I wasn't planning on going, but now that you mention it, why not?"

"Super. It's nice to know there will be someone there to save us if we get lost." Jenny snorted.

"I don't really know my way around on the other trails, but I do have a map in my glove box." Andrew was trying to contain his excitement at the prospect of spending further time with Jenny.

"Do you need some food or something? I packed an extra sandwich if you want to eat with us." She brushed her hair back from her face quickly as she spoke.

"Well, OK." Andrew agreed. "Thanks, I guess I am pretty hungry."

Five minutes later, Jenny was sitting on Andrew's open tailgate as the two of them ate. The girls fought over snacks and played their music back at their car. Jenny seemed very interested in the mundane details of Andrew's life, while eager to share her own stories. Andrew didn't know whether to be ecstatic or cautiously optimistic. He told her about his new job at the country club, among other things.

An hour after that, the four of them were miles up another trail. The girls walked ahead while Andrew and Jenny kept a slower pace behind. 

Andrew set about stealing glances at Jenny's body. Her breasts were round, perky and far too large for her size. This lead Andrew to believe that they must be implants. The amount of cleavage showing from behind her tank top and half-zipped hoodie was so tantalizing that Andrew started getting an erection from walking near her. Her clothes were all new and well fitted, showing off a tight set of legs and a butt that would flatter a twenty year old. Jenny was the very model of a blonde bombshell, albeit an aged one. Andrew was hooked. He had to keep his mind on the conversation in order to keep his erection at bay. Somehow, it worked.

Time went by a little too quickly for Andrew's liking that afternoon, but when they finally got back to the parking lot, he was certain that Jenny had every intention of seeing him again.

"So are you guys coming back out here soon?" Andrew asked after the girls had clambered into the backseat of their car, leaving Andrew and Jenny alone at last.

"If we do it will be on Tuesday. You coming back out here too?" Jenny asked, smiling at him.

"Maybe. I had fun today." He admitted.

"Me too." Jenny said, brushing a stray strand of golden hair from her face.

"Well maybe I'll see you Tuesday. Tuesday morning at around nine." 

"Alright, I'm looking forward to it, Andrew." She smirked at him. "Let me give you my number in case I need to cancel."

They exchanged numbers and Jenny left. Andrew watched her walk away; watched as she made her hips sway just a little something extra for his benefit, watched as she got in the car and looked back at him before starting the engine and driving away. He watched the car drive out of sight.

Then, when he was sure nobody was looking, Andrew raised his fists towards the sky and thanked the rain gods for holding off all day. 

The drive home seemed to take forever. Andrew realized that he was hornier than ever with miles to go before he could get home and find some relief. It was a quarter past two by the trusty dashboard clock. Andrew had half a mind to spin by the Wilson place to see if Doreen needed a good pounding. 

Once Andrew's truck rumbled back into town, he caught a glimpse of Jenny's car at an intersection. He had half a mind to follow and see where she ended up, but immediately Andrew recognized the notion for the creepy idea it was. He decided to swallow his curiosity and drive home. Still, by mere happenstance, he found himself next to Jenny's car at a stoplight a few minutes later. 

Jenny spotted Andrew and waved. She rolled the passenger window down to yell a greeting at him. She laughed.

"If I didn't know better, I'd think you were following me!" Jenny shouted. "Where do you live?"

"Just down the street here." Andrew pointed in the direction of his parents' house.

Jenny looked surprised. "Small world! We're staying two blocks up and two more past Fern Street."

"Crazy!" Andrew remarked.

Jenny looked back at her girls who were singing along with the radio uproariously. She looked back at Andrew, flipped her sunglasses up, did the telephone hand sign by her ear and mouthed the words "call me tonight."

Andrew's eyebrow shot up at the sudden invitation. He smiled and nodded. Jenny flipped her sunglasses back down and drove away quickly. Her sunglasses were betrayed by her pretty pink lips, which gave away the satisfied smile on her face as she drove away.

Andrew was so excited that he was shaking a little. He drove home slowly, as if worried he might get in an accident and not be able to see Jenny later. He found himself singing some silly song he made up on the spot out of pure joy.

Andrew got home, showered, helped his parents with dinner and watched some television to pass the time. He ate sparingly and checked his watch. At a quarter to seven, Andrew dashed upstairs and into his room to make the call. Jenny answered after only two rings.

"Well if it isn't my own personal park ranger." Jenny jested. "What are you up to?"

"Not much, you? Andrew flopped down on his bed to help relax himself.

"Oh, I was just out back on the patio having an after dinner drink. Hey, why don't we go for a walk and you can show me the neighborhood?"

Andrew agreed. After the conversation ended, Andrew leapt up from his bed and was out in front of the house heading for his rendezvous before his parents could delay him. He rounded a corner on the sidewalk and could just make out the figure of Jenny walking towards him, several blocks away. When Andrew got closer, Jenny waved cheerfully. They met under a large maple tree.

"Hey thanks for saving me, I was almost doomed to another night of reading." She said somewhat sarcastically.

"My pleasure." Andrew replied.

"But where shall we go?" Jenny shrugged. She wore her hoodie unzipped slightly so that Andrew could see a bit of suntanned cleavage. Her eyes shown brightly in the low light of dusk. Andrew wanted to take her into his arms right then and there.

Instead, he took her walking in the direction of the old apple orchard. The orchard stood next to the town cemetery. It was always under debate amongst the locals whether to clean up the orchard for more cemetery space or leave it be. Andrew explained this to Jenny as they walked. Soon, they found themselves walking through the orchard itself, until they were at the end of the rows of bushy apple trees. They stood atop a low rise, where they were able to look down at all the graves of the cemetery, a few houses across the street and on across the valley. The sun had gone down, but a few golden rays still shone through. Jenny's hair caught the last of the sunlight, causing Andrew to forget himself while looking at her.

"You still want to go hiking again?" Jenny asked him then.

"I would love to." Andrew said plainly.

"You're good company, Andrew. I'm surprised you don't have a girlfriend."

"Well I'm surprised you're not married." Andrew replied.

"I was. We just finished up the divorce. I had to get the girls out of town for a while until the whole thing settled. My life just seemed like a mess, but here it feels a lot simpler. I need that now."

"Are you going to be ok?" Andrew asked, concerned.

"Oh we'll be fine. I work as a flight attendant. I'm technically on vacation, since I never used my vacation time I've saved up. My ex-husband didn't put up too much of a fight, so we were able to close everything up in court fairly quickly."

"I'm sorry." Andrew decided it was all he could say.

"Nah." Jenny said, looking wistfully off into the distance. "It's for the best. It was a long time coming. He thought he could keep my happy by spending lots of money on me, that was the last straw. For him everything is about money. He thought it would let him get away with anything."

Andrew kept quiet.

Jenny turned back to him and smiled. "I'm glad I'm here, now. I'm glad I have a hunk like you on my arm to get my mind off of that stuff." She took his arm in her hands and they continued walking.

Andrew felt electricity in her touch. It ran up his arm, down his back and back up again. He tried to keep cool, but it was difficult. He felt his penis begin to grow in the excitement. Jenny moved even closer as they walked; so much so that Andrew could feel her breast against his arm. It was warm and firm. Andrew didn't know how much more of this he could take.

They came to a particularly large apple tree and noticed that someone had left a ladder standing under it. Jenny released Andrew's arm and began to climb the ladder. She went up a few rungs and reached up to grab an apple. She handed the first one down to Andrew, picked another and climbed back down. Andrew's eyes feasted on the sight of her bouncing butt in her black stretch pants as she climbed down the ladder. It was nearly enough to drive Andrew mad with lust for her, but he managed somehow to busy himself by polishing his apple on his shirt instead.

Andrew sat on the ladder and ate his apple. Jenny walked around with hers, talking about her recent crisis a little. He knew it must be good for her to have someone to talk to about it, so he just sat and listened, munching his apple to the core, staring at her body as she paced around underneath the tree. 

After a while, Jenny was silent for a time. She tossed her apple aside and made a playful attempt at climbing the apple tree. It almost worked, but halfway up she got stuck. She started laughing hysterically, begging Andrew to help her down. She was running out of breath, so Andrew stood and moved to the base of the tree. He reached up and took her by the waist. Almost instantly, she stopped laughing. Jenny allowed herself to be plucked bodily from the tree and lowered to the ground. Andrew's blood was up, and he found it easy to do. She touched down and turned to him, breathing heavily. Andrew placed his hands up and out of the way on an overhead branch.

"Andrew," She asked, catching her breath. "I need to make a confession."

Andrew didn't move. He simply stood close to her, looking down into her eyes. "Oh?" His eyes were smiling, even if his mouth was not.

"I have every intention to seduce you tonight." She shifted her shoulders and moved closer, keeping her eyes locked with his.

Andrew took a deep breath and glanced skyward briefly, before returning to her eyes to respond. "How did I ever get so lucky?"

"You're a nice guy, Andrew. I really like you. Plus," She looked down and then back up again, resuming her smile. "It would be heartless of me to make you suffer any longer."

They kissed. She smelled of light perfume, almost like cinnamon. Andrew just let her kiss him, left his hands up on the branch above her. She put her arms around him and they continued kissing. Andrew became lost in the moment and forgot all but their touching lips for a few minutes.

Soon he felt her hands clawing for the edge of his shirt. He let her lift it up, and, releasing his hold on the tree, took his shirt off fully and let it fall to the ground. He reached forward with one hand and gripped the small zipper that perched on her front, pulling it down. Her boobs flexed downward and then bounced back into place as he pulled the zipper down. They were huge. They must have been at least a full D cup, and, being augmented, they were fully round and standing proudly from her chest.

Andrew pulled her hoodie down past her shoulders and kissed her neck. He made his way down her chest and kissed one of the great mounds of soft flesh. He was surprised how soft they were. He pulled her shoulder straps aside and tugged at the front of her tank top and bra. Out came her big boobs with a mighty bounce. Her nipples were large and fully erect in the cooling evening air.

Andrew took control of the situation and spun Jenny around to face the tree. She steadied herself on the trunk as he moved his hands down to her waist and knelt down behind her. He rubbed his hands up and down her back in unison, until she released a quiet yet satisfied sigh. Then he moved his hands down around the swell of her hips and slid his thumbs underneath each cheek of her ass. He squeezed and massaged her rump, moving his hands around and around to really dig his fingertips in. She began to moan softly at this.




The Cross Ch. 05



Andrew pulled her pants down to reveal naughty black lace panties. He peeled her pants completely down to her ankles and rubbed her hips and the back of her knees. Her ass was like two drops of golden flesh; round and perfectly bulbous. Andrew reached into the diamond shaped recess between her thighs and pulled her panties aside.

Jenny's breath escaped her lips in a hiss as his fingers touched her wetness briefly. Then she felt him dig his hands into her legs just above her knees and press his face into her from behind. Andrew shoved his nose in as far as it would go and began licking her. She tasted of warm flesh and salt. She smelled faintly of coconut lotion. Andrew lapped at her until he thought he was drunk. Jenny held the tree tightly, feeling the rough bark against her exposed nipples.

He licked her. His hands pried her open further and he licked the delicate pink that was exposed down below her beautiful peach of an ass. He licked the flesh of her butt and attempted to suck it all into his hungry mouth. He hadn't tasted sweet pussy and ass like this since he and Stephanie had parted ways years ago. It wasn't quite as tight as Stephanie's had been, but Andrew enjoyed the full hips and beautiful flushed skin of the older woman. He drank deeply from her, knowing that soon he would penetrate her.

Jenny spun and dropped down on him, forcing him onto his back on the ground. She kissed him passionately, tasting her own juices on his mouth. Her breasts bounced tightly as the two of them struggled into the new position. Andrew found he could reach and took one of the pointed torpedo shaped breasts to his lips. It was firm and heavy, and her nipples were as hard as his cock. 

Jenny moved down his body and unzipped his pants. She was in a hurry, but careful with the zipper. She pulled and pried at his crotch to free the rigid shaft of flesh from his pants, and finally she worked him free. She gasped in astonishment and pulled his pants down as far as they needed to go.

"My god, Andrew!" She hissed. "You're like a fucking HORSE."

Jenny took his cock in between her pink lips and sucked it gently and shallowly. She could only manage the first three inches, and seemed satisfied to suck just past his tip. She sucked him lightly, quickly, making frantic little sounds of yearning as she did so. Andrew lay back on the ground and watched the woman as she sucked the largest cock she had ever seen on a man. She looked beautiful with her eyes closed and her glistening hair falling all around her face. Andrew felt her hair tickling him around his waist, which just added to the sensation of such a tender and restrained sucking.

Soon she crawled back up his body and slid the remaining bits of clothing off of her arms. She ground herself against the thick shaft of his cock and let her firm breasts slide along his chest. He caressed her legs down to her ankles while she worked herself up to taking him inside of her. She stood up and then squatted back down, straddling his middle. She reached down between her legs and grasped his thick, unwieldy organ, so that she could guide it to the glistening lips of her pussy. Bracing herself with one hand on his torso, Jenny tested the girth of the monstrous cock that she was about to sit on. The tip entered her and her head went back. She flexed her legs and raised her rear back up again to pull him out of her again.

"Oh my god Andrew, it's like I'm a virgin again." She moaned. "You're so big... so big!"

Jenny grimaced and lowered herself back down on his cock again. Her expression changed from intense concentration to wide-eyed disbelief as she eased herself down. She could feel the texture of the surface of his cock as it surged between the walls of her passage. She pulled up and back, and then let herself fall a little bit again. She couldn't believe he was inside her.

"Fuck!" Jenny exclaimed, "Yes!"

Andrew pulled her down against his chest, so that his cock engaged her at a better angle. He helped her shift so that she could just lay atop him and move ever so slightly back and forth in order to work his cock inside. He kissed her neck and licked her ear as she squirmed and twisted her hips, grinding against the tip of his penis. She slid down slowly, feeling his cock tunneling its way through her gradually. She placed a hand on the ground to either side of his head, and let her tits hang in his face.

He could feel her resistance lessen, and pressed his hips upward slightly to help push into her. She objected only for a moment before relaxing some and letting the thick cock into her. She began to rock back and forth against him in order to hump him ever so slightly. The movement was enough to have her gasping suddenly and clawing at his shoulder, but she relaxed again, and it became easier and easier on her.

Soon she was squirming and writhing on top of him, with his cock halfway inside of her. He ran a hand up her neck and put his finger in her mouth. She sucked it like it was his cock in her mouth again, only more hungrily now. Andrew moved the hand down to her backside and slid his saliva-soaked finger into place between the cheeks of her ass. He pressed downward and probed her anus as she continued to hump enthusiastically on top of him. He rubbed the hole with his slimy finger and pressed inward, until he was intruding fully inside her rectum. She squeaked once as he did so, and pushed against him harder so he only went deeper.

Jenny had reached the point of comfort that allowed her to resume her kneeling position on top of him. Her body undulated above him, working the first four inches of his upright cock inside her. Her huge breasts bounced with each rolling upward thrust of her beautiful body. Andrew let her control her pleasure, let her take as much or as little of him as she needed. He would have his soon. She began to moan louder. She was going to come.

Jenny pressed herself downward as her breasts were squeezed between her upper arms beautifully. Her mouth hung open and drool came from her lips. Her eyes rolled backward as she felt the pressure of the bulky penis invading her. Her head rolled on her neck, forward and back as she tried to push all of him inside of her. It was too much, which caused her to gasp suddenly and resume her slow, easy penetration.

She started to come as if from nowhere. The sensation seemed to catch her by surprise. Her eyes snapped open wide and she shot Andrew a panicked look before leaning back to take the force of her orgasm. She clenched her fists against her chest and looked for a moment as if she were caught in some obscene fit of prayer. Andrew could feel her vagina pulsating around his shaft as she finished.

"Oh! oh! oh!" She exclaimed as quietly as her frenzy would allow. "Mmm! Unh! Oh, hold me Andrew! Fuck me!"

Andrew collected her collapsing body as she fell limply on top of him. He held her to him and continued to pump his hips gently. He fucked her as she finished, crying and wailing pitifully at her new found ecstasy. It was all he could do to hold back, to keep from ramming his burning cock into her tight, tight pussy. It only seemed to get tighter as she finished. Andrew stopped teasing himself and withdrew from her. He waited until her breathing became easy again.

"Oh, Andrew..." Jenny said finally. "I needed that." She rolled to the side of him and started playing with his still erect penis. "I needed a real man to show me what I'd almost forgotten."

Andrew stood up. He stood above her and let his cock tower over her. She rose to a kneeling position and placed her hands on her knees patiently. Andrew moved forward and smacked his thick penis between her round breasts. She smiled and reached up to to shove her breasts together around his big red veiny cock. Andrew pushed towards her and was instantly in love with how good it felt to fuck her big, firm tits.

She began to serve him with her tits, allowing him to lean back against the tree. Jenny diligently heaved her chest up and down, squeezing Andrew's cock between her breasts as tightly as she could. He began to thrust against her a little as his crescendo took hold. She could feel his slippery cock ramming her in the neck with each increasingly forceful thrust. Andrew started to groan. Jenny couldn't believe how long the boy had lasted. 

The first shot of semen was a deluge that landed wetly on Jenny's left breast. The second splashed against her neck and ran down onto her chest. Jenny couldn't think of what to do for him, so she took his penis into her mouth and swallowed the rest of his cum. As Andrew came down from his orgasm, Jenny cleaned his cock with her tongue. She felt dirty doing this, but after she'd swallowed the first mouthful, it just seemed natural. She kept sucking him as his cock softened and shrank, causing Andrew to sigh heavily from an excess of sensation. She had never swallowed so much semen before, but she wanted this experience to be perfect for both of them.

"So, are you going to fuck me when we go hiking?" Jenny asked as she continued fondling him.

"l'll probably need to take you a few times."

"Oh, Andrew..." She said between licks. "You can take me hard next time. We'll make sure nobody is around out in the woods so I can scream when I need to."

"Good." Andrew said. He helped her up, only to spin her around and hold her butt against him. He reached up and squeezed her breasts. The unnaturally large globes of flesh were still running wet with cum, which she licked from his fingers. He wouldn't let her go for another ten minutes. Her body was his to relish as he would. He kissed her neck, squeezed her tits and told her all about the things they would do next time. Jenny closed her eyes and listened to Andrew's whispers in her ear. The feeling of his hands all over her body was heavenly.

They dressed under the shelter of the apple tree and then Andrew walked her home. Before they parted, Jenny kissed him on the cheek.

"Thanks for showing your auntie Jenny a good time." She said, smiling devilishly. "You want to pick me up Tuesday at noon?"

Andrew agreed. 

The next day, Andrew was tending to a section of the golf course when he heard a shout from behind him. It was George Wilson, Doreen's husband. 

"Hey, Andrew, how's it going? I heard you were back in town." Mr. Wilson said amiably.

"Not too bad, just working at the club for the summer." Andrew shook his hand firmly.

"Hey that's great. Listen, I've got something to ask of you." Mr. Wilson put his hand on Andrew's shoulder for a moment while he made his proposal. "The wife and I are going on a cruise for a few weeks and I was wondering if you would watch our house for us."

"Housesit? Only if I can use that barbecue of yours." Andrew joked.

"That sounds like a deal. We'll pay you some in advance, and for whatever you do while we're gone. If you can, stop by the house sometime tomorrow and Doreen will give you the keys and your honey-do list."

"Ok." Andrew said, imagining the things Doreen would have for him to do.

"If I don't talk to you again before we leave, just know that while we're gone the house is yours. Just don't use the barbecue indoors! Hey, I've got to get back with the guys or we'll never finish this back nine."

Andrew said goodbye and watched Mr. Wilson walk back to his group. Then, after mulling all of this news over for a moment, Andrew's heart skipped a beat. Jenny would be in town for another week or so. Andrew was going to have the Wilson place all to himself...

"What did I ever do to deserve this?" Andrew asked himself aloud before returning to his work.

Later, while finishing off his work day in the pro shop, Andrew was organizing things behind the counter. He looked up as the front door opened, causing the little bell to jingle. A woman walked in, obviously a member by the way she was dressed; golf visor, sunglasses, polo shirt and khaki shorts. 

"Hello!" Andrew called out, standing up from behind the counter.

"Hi." The woman removed her sunglasses as she entered. "I just need some new gloves. Mine got left out somewhere and we lost them."

"Ah." Andrew said, and made his way to the racks of gloves in the back. "What size?"

The woman walked back to stand next to him. She smiled and looked up at Andrew. "You're the new guy, I suppose?" Her smile grew even wider.

"That would be me." Andrew held out his hand, "Andrew at your service."

"I'm Judy Blithe. I'm new to the club. I was told that a tall young man working in the pro shop did odd jobs."

"I've been known to tackle some weird ones, yeah." Andrew joked.

Judy laughed at this. "Well, me and my daughter are moving in on Wednesday, and we'll need help unloading the moving truck. We don't have any strong men to help us so I thought I'd ask around."

Andrew considered this for a moment. "Where do you live?"

"Well we just bought the place at the end of Maple. Do you know where that is?"

Andrew looked off in the distance for a moment before answering. "Yes. I know exactly where your house is."

"So do you think you'd be interested in making a little cash that day?" Judy said, looking hopeful. Her hazel eyes pleaded him for help.

"I can do that, yeah." Andrew confirmed.

"Ok, great. Let me give you my number." Judy began rummaging in her pockets. She was about two-thirds as tall as Andrew, with chin length dark brown hair. Her slightly hawkish nose was complemented by dark, arching eyebrows and full, kissable cheeks. She looked to be in her fifties, with lines of age in the skin around her neck. Andrew noticed the swell of her breasts under her black polo. No cleavage shown from her unbuttoned collar, but her bra was obviously working hard. Her lower body was thick, with a considerable rump and hips completing her pear shape. Andrew found her very alluring.

She handed Andrew her card. "Here you are. Do you have transportation?"

"Well, I will be housesitting for your neighbor on Wednesday, so I'll just walk right over."

"Oh my gosh! You know the Wilsons? I guess so, since George is a member." Judy seemed impressed.

"We go way back." Andrew confided.

"Well I'm just meeting everybody. Such a nice little town, I'm really loving it here." She said, shrugging. "So I'll see you on Wednesday at around ten. That's when my daughter will be there with the truck."

"Perfect." Andrew replied.

When Judy had left, after lots of repeated salutations, Andrew stood behind the counter and realized she had forgotten to pick up some gloves. He looked out the window to see her walking across the parking lot. There was far too much ass stuffed into those khaki shorts, but the effect was winning Andrew over. She had reminded Andrew of his friend Darren's mother. Andrew had had a crush on Darren's mom back in his junior high days. He didn't realize his own feelings for the woman until years later, when Andrew's infatuation with older women became apparent to him.

Now he felt like older women were pouring into his life, all waiting for their chance to give him orders and put him to work. Andrew couldn't complain. He felt like he could take them all at once.

First things first; Andrew was expected to stop by and talk to Doreen the next day. Andrew wondered what she would be wearing in anticipation of him, and the mere thought gave him an immediate and uncontrollable erection. He leaned back against the counter and tried to think of other things, but the mental image of Doreen's giant breasts stuffed into a sweater was all it took to get Andrew rock hard.

Just then, the little bell on the shop door jingled. Andrew's head snapped around to see Judy coming back in. He looked down just as quickly to see that his work pants did nothing to hide the fact that he was fully erect. He hoped Judy didn't need him to step out from behind his counter.

"I forgot my gloves!" Judy declared. Instead of walking to the rack of gloves, Judy came directly to the counter. She smiled at him.

Andrew returned her smile, but his eyes felt like they might betray him. "We probably have your size." Andrew's voice cracked embarrassingly as he spoke. He attempted to step to the side to find cover behind the register.

"I usually wear a women's small." Judy looked to the back of the store and back at him expectantly, just in time for her to notice his eyes snapping back to attention. 

"OK." Andrew said. He hesitated for what seemed like an eternity. 

"Andrew," Judy asked, "are you alright?" 

"Yes," He said, turning to walk out from behind the small checkout counter. "Let me help you find your gloves." He walked briskly past her, and on to the glove display, praying that he had calmed down enough to maintain decency in front of the woman.

They found a pair that fit Judy's small hands, and finally Andrew was able to return to safety behind the counter. By now he felt that the danger had cleared, although he couldn't be sure. He rang the gloves up, provided a receipt and told Judy he'd see her on Wednesday.

Judy tried her gloves on one more time in front of him, just to be sure. "If they're too tight on the course, I can return them, right?"

Andrew ensured her that this would be acceptable.

"Good." Judy smiled at him, pulling her gloves off one finger at a time. "Being constricted by tight clothing can really put a damper on your swing. Don't you think?"

With that, she left.

Andrew decided to close up shop a little early that day.



The Cross-Country Calendar



Until I retired a few years ago, I had worked as an English professor at a small New England girls college. Since the college was small, all the professors also were required to coach one sport. I hated all sports, so the choice for me was hard. I didn't know or care anything about baseball, basketball, or hockey, so finally I settled on track, or cross country running, since I figured you didn't have to know anything much about that to coach it.

There were eight girls on the cross-country team, and as you would expect, all of them were trim and fit. Of the eight, at least six were good-looking, and one of them, Casey, was quite good-looking. She was about five-foot-six with sandy blonde hair and a friendly, open nature. So naturally, I made her my "pet." 

I have written about my exploits as a professor with college girls here before, so I don't feel there is anything I need to apologize for. As Popeye would have said: "I am what I am." One of the good things about college girls is that most of them are of legal age, are looking for experience, and have the right to consent. I have never forced a girl into having sex, I have never exchanged grades for sex, and no one has ever come back to complain. But I will admit that one of the things I always enjoyed as a professor at a girls college was the ready and willing availability of young pussy. While teaching may have been my profession, enjoying young pussy was my hobby—and I was good at it.

All you had to do was to come up with a plan, and if you've read any of my other stories, you know that I had many plans. Since I hated to coach sports, I came up with, for my own entertainment, a plan. I called it The Cross-Country Calendar.

Hanging out and having coffee at the student lounge was a common practice of all the professors, so I was sitting there one day with Casey and enjoying a café latte.

"If we're going to compete at other colleges, which I think we should do, we need to have some kind of a fund-raising drive," Casey said.

"Maybe you could have a bake sale," I suggested.

"A bake sale? Professor Baxter, bake sales disappeared in the eighteen-nineties, when you were young," she commented, knowing how to hurt someone of "a certain age." "We need something better than that."

"How about a calendar?" I suggested.

"What do you mean?"

"I read about this New England quilting club that wanted to raise money, so all of the women, ranging in age up to seventy, posed in the nude with their quilts. It was such a good idea that a fire department did it later—with men. And they both made a lot of money."

"I remember that!" she said with a laugh. "Yeah, I guess that would be one way we could do it—if everyone would agree to it. And if the college would allow it."

"I could ask them. I'm sure they would agree to it if it was in good fun—and tasteful."

So the seed had been planted. I waited for it to bear fruit—and I could "taste" the fruit already.

And the idea did bear fruit. About a week later.

"I've been talking about it with the other girls....," Casey said as we were sitting together again in the student lounge.

"Talking about what?"

"The calendar idea. And I think they would be up for it. But it's an old idea by this time, and I think it would only appeal to guys. I think I—we—have a better idea."

"Which is?"

"Well, just about all of the girls have boyfriends, and most of them are over at Andover College. I'm sure they would be happy to 'participate' if we split the profits with them. So how about a calendar showing cross-country girls with their favorite boyfriends in their favorite sexual positions? Just simulated of course."

"My God, that sounds like a great idea! We could sell a calendar like that all across the country."

"So how do we do it?"

I had already thought about that. Their morning training run, which was four miles down a dirt road through a forest near the campus, ended at a large woodland meadow, which was always deserted. After a short rest there, they would turn and run back. 

"How about the meadow?" I suggested. "No one is out there, so we would have plenty of privacy to take pictures. You could wear your uniforms, and we could all go out there by car. The road is passable as long as it's dry."

"That sounds great, but who would take the pictures and direct the shoot?"

"I could do that. I'm proficient with a camera. But would all the girls agree to it? They would have to be naked for an hour or two."

"They said they would—all but Jenny and Diane." Jenny and Diane were the least attractive of the eight girls—and that tells you something about women. The more attractive a woman is, the more likely you will be to talk her out of her clothes.

"What about the boys?"

"They love the idea—all of them. We could give them a free copy of the calendar as payment."

"Good idea."

So we all drove out that Sunday morning at 8 a.m. to the meadow. Six girls and five boys, one of the boys, Casey's boyfriend, did not show up. I found out later that she did not invite him.

I had brought along a good digital camera. I figured it would be wise not to run the pictures through a photo processing shop. With a digital, I could just print them out on my home printer.

"Okay, I've been thinking about this and I've figured out how we can do it," I said. "The pictures in the calendar will be tasteful and discreet, but they will be nude, and they will be depicting—or appear to be depicting—your favorite sexual act. You will have to tell me what it is, and I will tell you my suggested set up. But I do need to warn you that you are going to have to be completely nude for most of the next two hours. So if you can't handle that, then you should leave." No one left. "Okay then, off with your clothes!"

Few things are more rewarding to a coach than to watch his team of beautiful cross-country runners get naked—which they all did. I especially enjoyed watching Casey, and she knew I was watching her, since she smiled at me. 

The boys seemed to be a little more shy, but soon they were naked as well. Some of them were even starting to sprout a hard-on.

Soon, I was standing in the middle of six beautiful naked girls and five naked young men.

And it's worth commenting at this point on the pubic hair—or lack of it. Three of the girls, two brunette and one blonde, had natural pubic hair, two others had one-inch wide and trimmed "landing strips", and one of them, Casey, was completely bald. She smiled at my noticing it.

"Surprise!" she said.

"Yes. Surprise." 

So I began collecting the preferences. Heather and Donald, to my shock, liked to do anal "so I'll be sure not to get pregnant," she said. So I set up a scenario with her on all fours on the ground and Donald behind her—tastefully of course.

Jackie was so light that her athletic boyfriend Jeff like to turn her upside down and eat her out while she sucked him. That was a little harder to shoot—but I managed.

Bonnie liked to do it "doggy style", and boyfriend Larry was happy to satisfy her. I shot them from the front.

Angela and Dave simply liked the missionary style, so that was easy to shoot. 

Becky admitted that what she liked best was the feeling of a Logan's penis growing in her mouth—and she also knew she could not get pregnant that way. So I shot them from behind. Logan standing up, and Becky on her knees in front of him. 

The only one left was Casey, who had her hand curled lightly across her muff like that Venus picture. "What do you want to do?" I asked her.

"I want to do the coach," she replied. "I think the coach should be in the calendar too."

"Right!" Angela cried. The rest of them agreed as well. "The coach! The coach"

"So what's your favorite thing?" Casey asked with a smile.

"Ah, I guess oral sex."

"Then take your clothes off."

"I have to take my clothes off for that?"

"Of course. We did."

"Who will take the picture?"

"I will!" Angela cried again.

So I handed her the camera and took my jogging suit off. I was not wearing any underwear. Casey got down on her knees in front of me and to my shock took my still limp member and put it into her mouth. It was not limp for long.

"Yeah Casey!" Angela shouted, and the rest of them applauded as well.

Casey took it out of her mouth. "This is better than getting Gatorade dumped over you, isn't it?"

"Yes, it is."

"You can come in my mouth if you want. I don't mind. You can even have sex with me if you want."

So I did. Both. I came in her mouth. She swallowed it all. Then I laid her down on the ground and pushed my still-hard dick into her. Then I turned her over so she was straddling me—so Angela could take a better picture, which she did. To my surprise, I came again—as the rest cheered.

A week later, I called a special meeting of the cross-country track team.

"I'm really sorry to have to tell you that the college has put a veto on the calendar idea," I said. "We can't publish it after all."

There was a general groan around the room.

"I had the impression they would permit it when it was just going to be the girls in modest tasteful poses. But when they found out it was going to be simulated sex acts, they forbid it."

"Shit!" said Angela.

And that was the general reaction of the rest. 

"What will become of the pictures?" Becky asked. I had already printed them out to show to everyone.

"I will of course destroy them," I said, "I'm really sorry about this, but it's beyond my control." That wasn't exactly true, since I had never approached the administration about doing the idea in the first place, and I had never approached them about the resolution.

I met with Casey the following day at the student lounge.

"So now what will we do to try and raise money?" she asked sadly.

"How about a bake sale?"

She glared at me. But lucky for me I still had some wonderful pictures of her smiling as she rode me naked like a toboggan. Good pictures of the rest too. They were assembled in my private photo album, which I kept in the safe.

I thought of Casey often after that. She truly was the kind of a girl who could put the "cunt" into cross-country running.

The End



The Cross Ch. 02



Chapter 02: Second Coming

A warm summer wind blew through the tall maples and taller hemlocks of the undeveloped wood that stood amidst the quiet suburbs where Andrew lived. It had been a good, hot summer, but the evenings were beginning to cool off a bit. Andrew stood amongst the trees, waiting. His brother Mark would be arriving later that evening to visit him and their parents. Andrew was excited about this, excited to hear all about Mark's adventures at college. What really thrilled him, though, as he stood waiting in the woods that stood the better part of a mile away from his house, was the fact that today he was scheduled to do yard work for the Wilsons. 

He had been a bit hasty, though, skipping breakfast against his mother's reasonable request that he get something inside him before all that yard work. As a result, Andrew discovered Mr. Wilson's car was still in the drive at 1221 Quail Drive this early in the AM. Rather than having yet another awkward conversation with Mr. Wilson, Andrew decided to wait it out in the woods a few blocks away. He just wasn't in the mood for a conversation with Mr. Wilson this morning. Andrew had arrived too early once before, and the resulting encounter with Mr. Wilson was just too awkward. Oh sure, Mr. Wilson was perfectly friendly and full of sporting admiration for the young man, but for Andrew it was a bitter way to start an otherwise dynamite day. For Andrew, it was just too uncomfortable bidding the man a good day mere minutes before standing in the Wilson's kitchen getting a superb blowjob from Mrs. Wilson.

He looked at his watch once after willing himself not to look for what seemed an eternity of standing peacefully among the trees. It was a quarter to nine; late enough. Andrew left the wood and found the end of the sidewalk that lead to the Wilson's house and beyond. The neighborhood was quiet. He turned the corner of Maple and Quail where he almost leapt for joy at the absence of Mr. Wilson's car in the driveway. This morning he felt especially eager to avail himself to Mrs. Wilson. 

It had been weeks since their first secret encounter; the night Andrew had gambled and won. Since that evening, Andrew had been with Doreen six times, each under the guise of Andrew doing yard work for the Wilson's. Sure, he did a great job working in the Wilson's back yard, but not before working on Doreen. It was usually fairly quick, but Doreen responded to Andrew's affections with such white hot zeal that Andrew felt it was almost his duty to please her. Andrew found his heaven in their affair. Some nights he lay awake in bed imagining where this whole thing would lead him. Today would mark a new chapter in Andrew's secret life.

Andrew knocked on the Wilson's front door. Doreen answered after a few moments, holding the door wide and bidding him enter. Andrew entered and stood in the foyer with his hands tucked innocently in his pockets. Doreen closed the door and locked it. She turned to him, hands still on the door behind her as if to keep it closed.

"Andrew..." Doreen beamed uncontrollably at some thought that she just had to share. Her eyes twinkled and her cheeks blushed slightly, giving her that beautiful polished glow that only older women can achieve. Her hair was shorter now, with some highlights of lighter blonde amidst the light ash brown of her natural hair color. The Doreen Andrew knew from the past had successfully kept her figure a secret; wearing lose fitting flannel and denim, button up shirts and skirt suits fit for grandma when the occasion demanded it. Now though, Doreen playfully took to wearing things that would let Andrew know full well what her intentions were. Today she wore a black wool sweater, jeans and slip on shoes. Nothing provocative if worn by anyone else, but on Doreen that sweater looked completely sinful. Her immense bosom stretched the fabric taut across her chest and back. The graceful swell of her hips was completely given away by the jeans she now wore. 

Hanging from a gold chain around her neck was the cross she always wore. It seemed now to emit its own light against the black of her sweater, reminding Andrew of his folly. He would go gladly into that dark pit of lust any time she bid him. Andrew yearned to hold her close and feel her body press into his more than anything he had ever known. Doreen was now Andrew's one wish, his only true desire.

Andrew asked her what was on her mind, smiling at her reaction. She did a little side-step jump while clasping her hands together in a gesture of supplication. "Well... I was wondering if we could wait on today's... activities." Her voice was full of excitement. Andrew's curiosity was piqued. He marveled at the way she remained the proper, dignified Doreen that he had always known, more or less, even after they had acquired carnal knowledge of one another. He loved that about her; it kept him wanting more. 

"I am having a friend over today for our monthly gab session. We usually go shopping or have our hair done, you know, like women do. Today I thought we could stay here and have brunch and, well..." Doreen's speech wavered for a moment. "Come, sit down Andrew." Doreen gestured towards the living room. 

Andrew took a seat in the great armchair at the head of the coffee table while Doreen perched on the sofa, near him. "Andrew, I have something to confess." Her big, pretty brown eyes searched Andrew's face for a mark of forgiveness. She edged nearer to him on her seat and put a hand on his. Her touch was so soft and loving that Andrew almost threw himself on her in his passion, but of course he listened to the woman instead. Doreen seemed worried, almost afraid...

"Andrew, I told my friend Clara about us." She paused then, letting the information take its place in Andrew's mind. "I told her that we have had sex numerous times, and that you made me extremely happy. Andrew... Clara is a very wonderful person and I don't think you have any need for worry about her telling anyone that-"

Andrew interrupted her "No, no. Really, it's OK, I trust you," he said, smiling at her polite concern for his feelings. "I'm not worried."

Doreen squeezed his hand and cocked her head to one side before speaking again. "Oh, Andrew, you are so good to me." She held there for a moment of blissful tension before continuing. "I wonder though, if you wouldn't mind meeting Clara. She lives in Allerton, and we get together at least once a month so she'll be here today. It would be very good of you to stay and meet her. She'll be here in another twenty minutes or so."

Andrew assured Doreen that he didn't mind a bit. "Well," Doreen said, hands slapping her knees, "I'm making brunch. Come keep me company in the kitchen and I'll get you some orange juice."

Andrew sat at the breakfast bar at the kitchen island as Doreen prepared a few things for brunch. They flirted, laughed, spoke like old friends. Then, Doreen went quiet. There was a small, secret smile on her face and a coy look in her eye as she opened a cupboard above her. She produced three large wine glasses, one of which she set in front of Andrew.

"What are you..." Andrew was cut off by Doreen's look, which said plainly "Shut your mouth, silly boy."

Doreen filled the glass half-full of orange juice from the large pitcher she had made. Eyeing Andrew menacingly to be sure he did not speak out of turn, she produced a large, ice cold bottle of champagne from the refrigerator. Andrew smiled, enchanted by the spirit of fun that had descended upon the woman. Doreen was not finished.

Removing the foil from the top of the bottle, Doreen proceeded to open the bottle with experienced hands. Playfully, she let the cork fly and the foam run a little. She brought the bottle to her mouth as it erupted softly, catching a good bit of the foam in her mouth. She swallowed, then licked the bottle neck clear of any excess in a bewitching act of suggestion that sent a chill down Andrew's back and a fire blazing deep inside him. Doreen poured a generous amount of the champagne into Andrew's glass, completing the drink.

"It's called," Doreen said in a matter-of-fact tone, "a mimosa. We drink them with brunch." She then proceeded to make one for herself and another for the guest yet to arrive.

Andrew drank deeply from his glass. It was cool, refreshing as orange juice always was, but there was a hint of excitement, a whiff of levity about the drink. It was, Andrew had to admit, the drink for that moment. Perfect. He hadn't had much experience with alcohol aside from what his brother had shared with him, but he hoped that all of it was as delightful as this.

Doreen continued setting the little kitchen table, moving quickly, singing lightly to herself. Andrew's eyes stalked their prey. The breasts that he had come to crave, to ache for, beckoned him like sirens so near to him. Like the sirens from myth, they would call him to his unrestraint; turn him to a slave in his own fascination. Still he sat; drinking his first champagne and watching this creature of lust go about her business. 

She knew he watched her, knew he would have her sprawled across the table with her insides crammed full of him until he cried out in ecstasy, but she had him waiting. She had him in a hell so delicious that she knew he would come when she called him. The certainty of his need for her surrender was the surest thing she had known in so many years. She savored the feeling like that of a hot bath. She was in no hurry to end it before she'd had enough.

"Andrew, you answer the door if you hear the doorbell ring." Doreen requested. "I'm going upstairs for a minute." 

Andrew waited at the bar, sipping his drink. It seemed that he had felt nervous at the thought of meeting this person, the only person who knew of his affair with Doreen, but now the feeling had lifted. No, anxiety had subsided, leaving him feeling warm and secure. After a time the doorbell did ring. Andrew rose from his seat, noticed an odd sensation as he passed from the kitchen to the hallway, and went for the door. He opened it.

There, standing on the front porch was Clara. Recognition dawned on her pretty, plump face as she greeted Andrew. "You must be the landscaper!" Clara said as Andrew took her hand.

"Andrew." He said, noticing how supple her handshake was. "And you must be Clara I suppose."

"That I am," Clara announced as Andrew motioned her inside and shut the door behind her. "Andrew it's lovely to meet you, but where's my Doreen? We were going to have brunch this morning."

"She's upstairs I think." Andrew stated. "But the kitchen is right this way."

Clara laughed and proceeded in the direction of the kitchen. Click, click, click. Andrew suddenly felt his head go slightly swimmy. It was as if he was back on that night, weeks ago, when Doreen had invited him in to her home. The sound of Clara's heels on the hallway floor was enough to trigger that blissful memory, and suddenly Clara had all of Andrew's attention. He followed into the kitchen. Once there, Clara took the drink that she knew was hers and turned to Andrew who had taken up his seat at the bar once again. 

"So Doreen tells me you're doing great work out there." Clara sipped at her mimosa, and seemed completely at ease. Her squarish jaw and button nose might have been at odds with each other if it weren't for her beautiful blue eyes and smiling lips. Andrew spoke with her, finding it in himself to laugh and even flirt with this near stranger. He found this to be surprisingly easy.

Then it hit Andrew: Clara, after milling around the kitchen a little, showed one striking similarity to Doreen. Under the black sport coat and white silk shirt Clara wore were a pair of breasts that, after catching their profile, made Andrew's heart skip a beat. She was a bit thicker than Doreen, but not at all unappealing. Her breasts were huge. She was beaming at him.

"...well?" She looked amused, expectant. She had just asked Andrew a question and he hadn't the slightest idea what it was.

As if to save Andrew from certain embarrassment, Doreen clicked down the hall and into the kitchen. She was now wearing the sinister black high heels she had worn on that fateful night weeks before. The two women greeted each other with a good amount of laughter and boisterous babble. They hugged each other, exchanged jokes and laughed together until Andrew thought he was safely forgotten. 

Friends though they were, the bodies of the two women faced each other as if on the field of battle; fighting a silent war for dominance. Andrew could sense this tension. From his solitary perch he eyed both women, drawing unavoidable comparisons.

Clara was perhaps a bit younger than Doreen. She was clad in a black wool skirt and black nylons which suited her legs very well, tidy as they were. She had a bit of a rump to her, which was in glorious proportion to her impressive upper-half. She stood shorter than Doreen even with her heels on. Her hair made her a true brunette; deep, dark and wavy. Her smile was honest and very infectious. Clara was a charmer.

"Andrew," Doreen pulled herself away from their conversation, while snapping Andrew out of his quiet musings, "Would you like to join us for brunch?"

Clara smiled at him. "You look hungry, Andrew." She nearly chided, "I'm sure the yard can wait."

"You've done so much work for me as it is." Doreen argued erroneously. "I think you deserve a bit of a reprieve. Join us."

Andrew sat with the two women and ate merrily. He feasted upon cantaloupe and waffles while his eyes feasted upon Clara. Her suit jacket now removed, the white silk shirt rendered her breasts even more captivating than before. The buttons were all done up to her collar, removing any chance Andrew might have had of seeing any cleavage. Still, the sheer size and prime shape of the ravishing busts had him at full mast. The resulting erection was safely hidden below the table, allowing Andrew to bask in the fit of lust that had taken him. 

Doreen suddenly expressed a need for music, and dashed to the living room to put something on. Clara smiled at Andrew, and it was all Andrew could do not to blush. This reaction made Clara giggle, as she reached for the bottle of champagne to refill her glass. Without provocation, she poured a bit more into Andrew's glass. 

"Why don't we join Doreen in the living room?" Clara stood, without waiting for Andrew's reply. She picked up Doreen's glass and walked away, towards the living room and the source of the jazz that began to play. Click, click, click, went Clara's heels. Her skirt swayed with the movement of her knees, commanding Andrew to obey. He rose, despite his condition, and followed.

As he entered the hallway, the effects of this unexpected amount of alcohol began to manifest. When he was seated at the table he felt fine, but walking was a different story. Clara's body moved before him, intensifying the effect. It was as if he was on a ship at sea, and her hips controlled the motion. He made it to the chair at the coffee table, and found himself in need of another sip. 

Doreen and Clara sat on the sofa, legs crossed, spirits high. Andrew drank his champagne slowly all the while, happily observing the two women in their revelry. The music massaged his mind while the champagne bewitched his heart. Though nothing could mesmerize him like the two absolutely imposing sets of breasts that contested for his adoration. He found it easy to amuse himself with the idea that this was all a show for his pleasure. He imagined that he was a king sitting on his throne. Another sip might help...

As if from nowhere, Doreen's hand snatched Andrew's glass from him. She stood, smiling down at him. "Oh I think that's quite enough, dear." She quipped as she drank what remained in Andrew's glass. Clara laughed, tossing her head back in delight. Andrew had unwittingly become the subject of their fun.

Andrew stood from his chair, suddenly worried that he'd overstayed his welcome and that Doreen probably wanted him to get something done in the back yard. Just as quickly, he found himself seated again. He was quite drunk. This resulted in another burst of uproarious laughter from Doreen and Clara. Doreen collected herself politely, and asked if Andrew felt OK.

"I... I don't know. I think I may be drunk..." Andrew answered through the haze that seemed to surround him. Clara giggled at his callowness. Doreen reached down to him and took his hand.

"Come on, Andrew. I think you had better go lay down. Come with me." Doreen steadied him as he rose. She led him gingerly to the stairs, smiling warmly. "Can you make it up the stairs?"

Andrew felt like he could have done anything, if the room would simply stop spinning. He climbed the stairs, with Doreen close behind him. Doreen guided him across the landing to the guest bedroom, with which Andrew was actually quite familiar. Once there, he fell headlong onto the welcoming guest bed. The room was blessedly dark, but even with his eyes closed the spinning continued. He could hear music from the living room below, had it gotten louder? It resonated in the guest room, and lulled him deeper into the state of lethargy that overcame him. The door to the room clicked shut, banishing much of the din from the stereo below. Andrew became aware of a stirring in the room, sobering him momentarily. He turned.

Looking back towards the door, Andrew almost felt as if he were looking down on himself and the rest of the room. There, inside the room with him, stood Doreen. Next to her stood Clara. They returned his surprised stare with hunted, apprehensive looks that betrayed their hunger. Doreen moved first, knowing her place. She approached the bed and began to remove Andrew's shoes. Andrew was completely immobilized by the excitement that he felt then, and it was as if he was tied to the bed by Doreen's will.

"Let's get you more comfortable, dear." Doreen proposed. With his shoes and socks off, Doreen then moved around the bed to Andrew's side. She tugged at his shirt and he cooperated. Doreen smiled down at him over her huge breasts. The cross glinted in the small light that came from the curtained window. Doreen looked up at Clara. "Clara, would you help the lad get his pants off?"

Clara moved, finally, and raised herself onto the king size bed. She crawled the short distance up his legs and stopped before his middle. There, as she held herself above his body, a gold chain freed itself from beneath the white silk shirt and there hung a cross; identical to the one that Doreen wore. It hung proudly between the massive breasts that bulged magnificently above Andrew's body. Clara unfastened Andrew's pants with slow, deliberate motion. 

Doreen stood by in contemplative silence as Clara dragged Andrew's pants off of him. There, resting hotly atop Andrew's stomach and waist laid his great and ungodly penis. Clara knelt then, righting herself above his body, never taking her eyes off of the uncanny organ. "My god..." She uttered, licking her deep red lips. 

"Yes." Doreen mused, "Have you ever seen such a gorgeous cock?"

Clara swallowed hard. "No. It's absolutely astounding."

Doreen walked around the bed, watching the two of them. "Well, go ahead Andrew. Give her what she wants." Then, without warning, Doreen reached around the front of Clara and tore her shirt open violently. Clara's breasts burst from the confines of the cloth, one even wrenching free of the black lace bra that barely held the two glands in place. Clara gasped, shocked at her sudden nakedness. There was an eternity then, where Andrew's naked cock and Clara's bawdy breasts stood in the cool air of the same room. The air was ripe with lust. 

Clara bent down, shifting her hips to lower her body upon him. She grasped his middle with her pretty hands and looked up, as if needing reassurance before she continued. His expression was almost that of fear, but a mad desire was behind his eyes, and she could not mistake his wanting. She paid homage to his great phallus, gazing on it with nothing short of reverence. She cocked her head to one side, lowered her head and closed her lips about the shaft of his penis.




The Cross Ch. 02



The touch sent lightning through Andrew. Clara's hair brushed against his tense flesh as she kissed him, wracking him with spasms of pleasure. Her lips ran up and down the length of his hardness. He could feel her massive breasts pressing against his legs. She ran her mouth up to the tip of his penis and wrapped an impish claw around the base. Raising his rock-hard cock upright, she smiled at him before she continued. "Oh my god..." Was all she seemed able to say as she admired it once more. It stood fully nine inches straight, and thick as her forearm.

Clara licked up and down his shaft in a display of vulgar abandon. She began to engulf the better half of Andrew's scepter with her mouth, choking on its immensity. Pure aphrodisia bade her surpass her limit of comfort, and she gagged openly as the tip breached her throat. Slowly, and with determination, she was freed of the barrier she had always known. She took the full length of him into her throat and it was as if a weight had lifted from her soul. It was as if, after so many years of wanting, she had finally become fully deflowered. She pulled back, and away, and cried out with revelation. "So delicious!"

Doreen watched with amazement. This woman might hold a lust greater than her own, and the thought of such competition awoke something inside her. Andrew looked up from the spectacle that was unfolding before him to see Doreen standing naked from the waist down. She peeled her sweater from her body, letting her huge boobs bounce free of their bra as she plunged onto the bed. "Kiss me, Andrew!" She cried, crawling to him. "Kiss me, lover!" They kissed as Clara took Andrew into her throat again. Andrew moaned with ecstasy into Doreen's hungry mouth as she tongued him aggressively. They disengaged and held each other, both looking down to watch as Clara desecrated herself in pursuit of Andrew's pleasure.

Doreen pressed Andrew's face into her breasts, begging him to feed. He found a rock hard nipple and sucked it, nibbled it, made Doreen cry out with lust. Clara reared up and tore her skirt away in a frenzy, showing at long last that she wore stockings. She undid her bra and let it fall before crawling up to join the two lovers. Doreen moaned as Clara moved in, pressing her chest against Andrew's face. Andrew gorged on the two women, drowning in a sea of breasts. 

At long last, Andrew rose. He stood up on the bed, towering above the two women. Drawn upwards like moths to flame, the two women reached up towards his chest, kneeling at his feet. He stepped back, almost overwhelmed by their ceaseless craving. Clara crawled towards him as if unable to resist his touch. Doreen took hold of Clara from behind, in a moment of animalism, and hauled her back. Clara fell onto the bed, gripped by a sudden attack of pure arousal. Andrew moved in again, and Doreen helped to position the stricken woman. Clara lay back, completely overcome by her lust, prostrate in the arms of Doreen.

"Take her, Andrew. Take her now." Doreen commanded as she held the woman's arms fast. "Give her the only thing that will quench her thirst."

Andrew lowered himself between Clara's legs and felt the tip of his cock touch her sultry wetness. He prodded and pushed, gently pumping his hips against her. It was tight. Her body was soft and luxurious, her legs wrapped in silk stockings felt like heaven against him. He pushed again, harder this time. Clara cried out in anguish.

"Just do it!" Clara cried. "I need it now!"

Andrew entered her; felt her flesh surrender to the weight of his body, felt her envelop him abruptly, saw her eyes shoot open wide and her mouth wider as a silent scream erupted from her. He pressed deeper, and her tension subsided, giving way to ultimate surrender. He fucked her gently, as even in the thick of this transcendental orgy he was able to reign in his lust to spare her the savagery of what he needed now.

Doreen gripped Clara's huge tits as she felt the weight of Andrew pressing down upon both of them. Clara was gasping and moaning as Andrew penetrated her as deep as he dared. Doreen smiled wanly, for she knew he yearned for depths that only she could afford. As Andrew pushed his cock against Clara's insides, she held him fast, wrapped her legs around him and began to grind against him. 

"Yes! Yes!" She began to come. His cock had found its mark, and she held him there. "Oh my GOD YES!!!"

Clara finished quickly, overwhelmed by such an experience. She could feel the texture of his thick cock as it pressed against her insides and then was removed from her, leaving a great void inside her. Almost instantly she yearned for it again.

Andrew pulled Clara aside to free Doreen from under her. Clara rolled over and lay face down on the bed, completely satisfied. Her tidy, upturned rear beckoned Andrew in the dim light. He lay atop her and pressed his cock against her defenseless butt. She moaned and twisted slightly, unable to resist. Doreen's voice called Andrew back from his sudden infatuation with Clara's backside.

"Andrew..." Doreen purred from across the large bed. "Andrew..."

Andrew looked up to see Doreen draped atop the bed, lying on her stomach with her legs apart and her head propped up in her hands. She was facing away from him, cooing softly, calling him. The sight of fresh flesh renewed his thirst, and he shifted his body over on top of Doreen. His hot flesh swarmed her, and he bit the back of her beautiful neck playfully. His cock fell in between the cleft of her ass and he left it there to rub and prod against her. Doreen turned her head as far as she could to kiss his wanting mouth. "That's my boy." She said, licking the air to taste him. She felt his hand squeeze ruthlessly on her breast, and knew he was fully ready to come inside her. "That's my young stud. Fuck me." She twisted her hips beneath him to grind against his shaft. "Fuck your Jezebel." She pushed back against him playfully. "Fuck your Queen." She felt him kneel behind her, and pushed her rear up in submission. She reached back, took his cock and guided it into her. "Yesssss..." she hissed as he took her.  

In those moments, when Andrew was fucking her, Doreen felt like she could see beyond, into celestial realms. If she could hear over her own begging and moaning, she imagined that she could almost hear angels singing. He was getting better at holding out, fucking her until she'd had enough. This time it was just right, and they came at the same time. Andrew's mind shattered as Doreen's pussy throttled his cock as it pulsated with his tumultuous ejaculation. Andrew was blinded by heaven as he came inside her, drenching her womb with thick white semen. He held on to her stately rear as if his life depended on it. Doreen went slack, head down on the bed, letting the orgasm linger as Andrew continued to throb inside her...

A while later, Clara awoke, laying face down on the bed. The others were gone and the door was closed. She looked to the bedside clock. It was almost one o'clock in the afternoon. She rose from the bed in search of the others. In the hallway upstairs she wandered, listening. Then she heard it, running water and voices coming from the upstairs bathroom. She opened the door silently and slipped inside, closing the door behind her. She could see two figures beyond the frosted glass door of the large shower stall. Sneaking still, she pulled her stockings off and opened the shower door quietly. Inside, Doreen was kneeling before Andrew, who had his cock plunged in between her wet, soapy breasts. Doreen looked up when Clara entered. Doreen smiled and continued rubbing her nipples up and down Andrew's soap slicked erection, off in the far corner of the walk-in shower.

"Welcome." Doreen said, holding a hand out towards Clara. Andrew looked up and noticed Clara closing the shower door behind her. She walked towards the two lovers, letting the hot water cascade down her body as she moved through the steamy shower room. Clara's curvaceous body was even more seductive when wet. Her enormous, impossibly perky breasts pressed up against Andrew as she reached up to kiss him. Andrew rolled her breasts in his hands, marveling at the way they felt and moved. They weren't quite as big as Doreen's monstrous tits, but Clara had breasts that Andrew considered to be perfect. Doreen took Clara by the hands and pulled her down. Clara sank to her knees willingly. 

Doreen produced a bottle of creamy shower soap and squeezed some into her hand. Andrew knelt down with the two of them, and let Clara suck his cock a little. While Clara was on all fours, with his cock stuffed inside her mouth, Doreen began to smear the silky soap on Clara's ass. Clara made a small sound of surprise as the cool, slippery substance touched her anus. She felt Andrew's hand run down her back and around her generous rump. Nothing could have thrilled her more as she felt his hand move underneath and his finger press inside her butt. She relaxed her throat and eased Andrew's cock even deeper, feeling drips of water run down her body onto her face. Andrew withdrew from her, leaving her hungry mouth empty. She turned towards Doreen, and began to suck Doreen's heavy tits instead. Looking upward, Clara saw Doreen mouthing silent words to Andrew.

Andrew held his cock in one hand, and fondled Clara's pussy with the other. He massaged a bit of soap onto his stiff, red flesh and moved in for the prize that Doreen had promised him. Brushing the tip of his cock between Clara's buttocks and passed her pretty pink asshole, Andrew felt his testicles begin to move with anticipation. He pushed the tip of his cock inward, through the tightly restricted outlet. Clara cried out and threw both her arms around Doreen, burying her face in the other woman's bosom. 

Andrew's cock slid slowly inside of Clara, penetrating her rectum. Clara moaned as the relentless wall of cock entered her. She felt every vein, every inch of him slide past her forbidden threshold. She couldn't believe how huge he felt inside her then. He pushed slowly until he felt the end of her, and saw that he still had inches to spare. He pulled back some, listening to the sound of her dumbfounded moaning. He pushed into her again, after feeling her tighten around the tip of his cock. This was pleasure Andrew and Clara had never dreamed possible. Clara raised her heavy head to look into Doreen's eyes.

"Welcome to paradise, my dear Clara." Doreen murmured as Andrew began to pump slowly, rhythmically.

Clara began to call out to Andrew in her entranced state. Her words were mostly muffled by Doreen's matronly breasts. "...come in... come in!" was all Doreen could make out as Andrew's heavy organ invaded Clara's ass again and again.

He pulled out and pushed in again in an almost mechanical rhythm, fearing that any faster would harm the enraptured woman. He felt a second orgasm coming on, felt it calling him from somewhere. He knew it would come, certain that this amount of pleasure held another load of semen in store for his lover. He reached under and began to rub Clara's pussy, and with that a new level of pleasure wracked her body. Clara was going to come with Andrew's cock in her ass. Feeling the impending orgasm taking control of his senses, he lost his control and began fucking her too deep. He gripped her waist and watched as her sumptuous ass bounced against him bewitchingly. Clara screamed in pleasure as her orgasm dawned deep within. She pulled away from him suddenly, almost ripping his cock from inside her. Doreen held on as Clara screamed into her chest. Andrew's load gushed into her, flooding her rectum. He tossed his head back with the pleasure and release. He came with his cock throbbing in her butt, feeling her tight passage pressing against him. It was sinful, it was bestial, but Andrew would never forget that day, much less that moment.

When Andrew opened his eyes, Clara was collapsed against Doreen, breathing hard. The curve of her back and the swell of her hips made Clara a sight to behold in this position. Andrew looked up to see Doreen smiling at him. They shared a smile for what seemed like a long time.

Later on, after the three had cleaned themselves up and set the guest room to rights, Andrew found himself outside in the back yard. Clara had driven home, the Doreen was cleaning the kitchen and there were flower beds that needed to be turned. He set about his work with a heavy heart. How would his life ever be the same? He was so sexually exhausted that he couldn't imagine ever needing it again. His thoughts turned to his brother. Andrew had nearly forgotten! Mark was coming to visit today, maybe even to stay for the weekend. This cheered Andrew quite a bit.

Later, after Andrew was about to leave via the side gate, Doreen dropped some interesting news. Her daughter, Stephanie, was coming to visit from college next weekend. Andrew expressed his mild interest and gave Doreen a goodbye hug. Doreen informed him that he wouldn't be able to return for another four days. She seemed a bit saddened by this. Andrew lingered there with her, as he wasn't in any real hurry. They began to kiss. Doreen didn't show him any sign of letting up. Before he knew it, he was on his back in the grass of the Wilson's side yard with Mrs. Wilson bouncing on top of him. The sun emerged from the clouds as they made silent love. The cross looked more resplendent than ever, nestling between Doreen's monumental breasts as she indulged herself on his young libido again. Andew couldn't help but marvel at what a beautiful creature she was as she moved up and down gracefully above him. When she began to come, she bent down closer to him, placing her hands on his chest. Passion took him once again, and he rolled her on her back. He pumped her desperately until he came in her once more. Her expression was one of pure delight as he finished inside her. Splendor in the grass indeed. As a special treat, she knelt before him to lick him clean and suck him dry before he left, letting her breasts hang free as she did so. She knew he loved them more than anything.

Andrew thought it odd, as he walked home, that the news of Stephanie's upcoming visit was the first time he'd thought of her in weeks. Stephanie used to be Andrew's number one crush. He used to dream about catching sight of Stephanie in a bathing suit down at the pool. Andrew hadn't seen her in many months. He thought that all this meant that he had moved on to bigger and better things. 

Little did Andrew know, the best was yet to come.



The Crossing



Dave had wanted to be crucified for as long as he could remember. He was brought up in the Catholic religion and even though the religious side of things had never made much sense to him he found the images of the crucifixion and the scourging erotic beyond words. He had long kept his fantasies to himself until he saw a personal in his local newspaper. It read "Dominant couple seek males and females for ritual torture". He had ignored the urge to respond immediately, thinking they would probably be inundated with replies but two days later he sent off a letter and a photo expressing his desire to be whipped and crucified. 

A week later he checked the mail on returning home from work and there amongst the bills was a letter addressed to him. He thought nothing of it and threw the letters on the breakfast bar and headed off to the gym for his usual work out. Dave was fit, good looking and liked to stay that way and had no shortage of women that were interested in him but they were all straight, missionary style girls and his desire for kink had grown to the point where they just did not interest him except to ease his sexual frustration after a period of abstinence. He eventually got around to checking out the mail opening the bills first and checking credit card statements and finally he absent mindedly opened the letter that would change his life. There was one page with a gothic style letterhead and a hand written note that simply said "Your whipping and crucifixion are scheduled for this weekend. Be at the following address on Friday night at 7.30pm. Call this number if you are unable to comply." The writing was neat and feminine and his heart skipped a beat or two at the thought of his fantasy becoming a reality. He was a little dubious given that he hadn't met them whoever they were and the questions and the reasons why he shouldn't go ahead flooded his brain. But the one compelling reason he should was the huge erection that threatened to burst through his track pants. He also reasoned if he didn't like the way things went he would just leave. His skill at karate would take care of things if they got nasty.

The evening finally arrived and he drove to the address he was given. It was out of the city a little way in a well forested semi rural location and the best way to describe the place was that it reminded him of a country manor in England. He was punctual and arrived at precisely 7.30pm and knocked at the door. He was greeted by a tall raven haired woman dressed in a leather outfit that accented her full breasts pushing those two glorious firm orbs together to create a cleavage like he had only dreamt of, she also wore a masquerade mask, with feathers on either side. She indicated silence was required by placing her finger to her lips and signaled that he should follow her. She took him to a room and informed him he should get undressed and if he wished he could put on the loin cloth that was draped over a chair in the room. She left him there indicating someone would be back to fetch him. Dave's mind was in overdrive. His cock didn't know whether to be erect or flaccid and it seemed to alternate between the two and by the state of his underpants he had leaked a pint of pre cum. He decided to put on the loin cloth not that it afforded him much modesty. His cock was just too big and the cloth too narrow. He was contemplating what might happen next when the door opened and the imposing male figure at the door gestured for him to come. 

Things were beginning to seem surreal and Dave was responding as if he had no will of his own but there was that part of him that still knew what was happening if only from a distance. He walked out of the room and there in chains was a beautiful girl around 24 years of age. She too was naked except for an identical loin cloth. A small wooden yoke was attached around her neck from which dangled a chain and her hands were tied behind her back. Her breasts were full, firm and her rose bud nipples were erect, a sheen of nervous sweat covered her torso and wet her curly shoulder length hair. She smiled weakly at Dave, a smile that the condemned share. The male who had come for him placed a similar yoke around Dave's neck, connected the chain from the girls yoke to his and tied his hands behind his back.

They followed the man mountain that had put them in this bondage to an out door area. There were what seemed to be 20 people waiting outside, all wearing Roman style togas and dress, obviously in keeping with the theme of crucifixion. There were two whipping posts and further over on a grassed area lay two crosses. In his current dream like state it dawned on Dave that the girl was going to be crucified and whipped with him. At least he wouldn't be alone he managed to think.

The crowd gathered around eager to inspect the condemned before their trial. They were made up of younger people to middle aged people and they eyed Dave and the girl hungrily, the lust they felt apparent by the lewd remarks and some of the men were sporting obvious erections and feeling the women up whilst they all made sport. The woman who had greeted Dave and her partner made there entrance and the crowd deferred to them. Moving back several paces to allow them to stand and address them.

The woman spoke "Ladies and Gentlemen these two have indicated by correspondence that they are willing to submit to our judgment and punishment. What should we do with them?" The crowd as one replied "Whip them and crucify them!" The woman smiled and said "Well then let the games begin."

Dave and the girl didn't have much time to think as the yokes were unceremoniously removed and they were chained to the whipping posts facing the crowd their hands fastened over their heads allowing full access to the front of their bodies. A woman appeared from behind them carrying a light bull whip and several floggers of varying lengths placing the floggers on the ground and uncurling the bull whip ready for use. Dave thought "well at least it's a woman, it wont hurt that much." He would find out soon just how wrong he was. The woman looked to the leaders who simply nodded their approval and the torturer began her work starting with the girl.

The woman drew back the whip and sent it cracking across the girls breasts, causing her to take a sharp intake of breath as it impacted across her rose bud nipples leaving an angry red line that showed the path the whip had taken. The next tore the loin cloth from her and left her completely naked. The woman with the whip worked methodically and striped the girl from her thighs to her breasts. The girl would periodically push those glorious tits out demanding with her body language that they get special attention and the woman would comply smiling wickedly as she snaked the whip at those tits hearing the satisfying sound as whip met breasts. Her face was drawn with pain as the whipping continued but the lust in her eyes was evidence of how much she was enjoying the experience. She took 40 lashes of varying intensity and her body was striped and covered in sweat, her hips moved as she tried to stimulate her sex, her breath coming in short gasps and the excess lubrication from her sex dripping down her inner thighs. The site was so sexual that Dave had lost any pretense of trying to hide his erection, it stood up for all to see. Women in the crowd pointed at it and made crude remarks about what they would like to do with it adding to the humiliation he already felt by being this exposed and that only added to his excitement.

It was his turn to be whipped and the woman readied herself to begin his punishment. The last thing he saw before the whip impacted his chest was a middle aged man ejaculating over the upturned face of a girl half his age as she greedily lapped at his cock and milked it for all she was worth, the sight of the young girl being whipped had obviously pushed him over the edge. The searing path of the whip bought him back to reality. It wound its way over his chest catching his left nipple and snaked further around the left side of his ribs. As with the girl the next took care of his loin cloth leaving him naked and erect for all to see. The next wrapped around his hips and caught the underside of his cock, causing a splash of pre cum to hit the girl next to him on the right breast. When she realized what it was she bent her head down and tried in vain to lick it off. Like the girl the woman worked from his thighs to his chest. Occasionally the whip would wrap around the tip biting into his back. When he dared he would glance down at his chest and see the welts and red stripes criss crossing his chest and nipples, burning, stinging and transmuting into a ball of desire that centered at the core of his being and threatened to explode from his chest. By the time the whipping had finished Dave was well and truly in subspace, his hips slowing thrusting back and forward, like the girl he was covered in stripes and ready for the cross.

It seemed to Dave that one minute they were at the whipping posts and the next they were laid on their individual crosses being tied very firmly to them. There was no foot rest as he had imagined there would be, their feet were tied flat to the upright and their wrists firmly to the cross piece. He noted in his sexual haze that the crosses both had a hole in the upright at about hip level a part of him wondered what it was for another though absent mindedly that he would find out. The crosses and victims were then raised and secured in the holes in the ground. There they hung with their hips at about head height and began the dance that only those that have been crucified know the steps to.

Dave pushed himself up with his legs and stayed there to take in what was going on around him. The crucified girl was doing the same although she was unable to hold herself up for any length of time due to her lack of upper body strength. Her constant movement and struggle was a sight to behold though and the crowd had gathered to watch the show. She grunted as she moved her breasts wobbling in the most erotic way. As she reached the top of her upward movement she pushed her ass into the upright and would thrust her chest out drawing in a breath then lowering herself and starting the whole process again. The women in the crowd made remarks about how she would grunt when the cornu was introduced to the cross. It didn't take long for the cornus to come out so Dave's curiosity about what a cornu was, was answered.

A piece of wood was knocked into place and a cock shaped object in turn placed in that piece of wood so that when the crucified lowered themselves as they became too tired to stay up they would have to lower themselves onto the cornu impaling themselves analy or in the girls case it was her choice which orifice she preferred. Dave tried to stay up as long as he could but it was a matter of time before he had to lower himself onto the cornu. He was in such a sexual haze that he was past caring what anyone thought and he gently lowered himself and allowed the rubber cornu to penetrate is anus. His cock bulged as he did and the sensation on his prostate so intense that he couldn't help grinding down and savoring the sensation. The girl crucified beside him watched him and asked how it felt and all Dave could do as he raised and lowered himself again was moan a guttural "good". The girl had chosen her vagina and was doing what Dave was doing. Two floggers appeared and two women from the crowd began flogging the crucified couple as they raised and lowered themselves on the cornus. The girl started to orgasm as the flogger set her tits on fire, her fluids gushing out around the cornu, a man licking and lapping at them. 

Dave had never had a spontaneous ejaculation whilst he was conscious but the whole scenario had him so turned on that this combined with the stimulation of his prostate and the flogger threatened to send him over the the edge. He looked into the crowd where all types of debauchery was taking place. A young man was standing over a girl around the same age, she was kneeling before him holding her tits up and begging him to whip them. Others were openly fucking, doing it doggy style whilst they watched the two on the cross allowing it to fuel their lust. The couple closest to Dave simply stood there nude and masturbating. Dave felt his balls tighten and as he thrust down on the cornu his cock spat out a jet of sperm onto the woman masturbating in front of him much to their delight, and that in turn caused the beginning of her orgasm as she rubbed Dave's sperm into her belly another jet hit the woman flogging his chest and he emptied himself onto the ground and hung there limply, spent and watched the girl contort and fuck the cornu as she too finally ended her orgasmic frenzy.

The leaders moved forward, beaming smiles on their faces knowing that they had chosen two members for their group that would entertain them for years to come. They ordered them to be taken down and bathed and fed, it was after all only Friday night and there was the rest of the weekend to come. 



The Crossing



Amy Lynn Steele tried her best to hold the umbrella directly over her head as she walked through the downpour that had been battering the city all night. It was a valiant effort, but twice the heavy gale had folded her umbrella in half. Seeking refuge in the doorway of a deli, Amy fought with the contraption until she managed to get it back into its protective position. It now kept the rain from falling about her shoulders and ruining the make-up on her face, but her fumbling with it had cost her precious time and she was already late for work.

Rushing through the rain and the wind, Amy turned the corner on Broadway hoping to skirt an entire city block and ease into the delivery doorway of her office building. That plan was suddenly terminated when she looked across the back alley. Rain from several gutters and the sloped pavement of Broadway was dumping hundreds of gallons of water into the alleyway. While a storm drain on the East side of the street was swallowing up what it could, it clearly could not keep up with the flood.

For a moment Amy contemplated her next move. She certainly could hike up to the next cross street, and then back track to her office building, but she reasoned that would take another twenty minutes. Adding to her concern was the fact that streets flooded all over the city; there was no guarantee that Deidre Street was not flooded as well.

For a moment Amy sized up the deluge of water flowing across the pavement. It was not deep, only a few inches and while it was flowing with a pretty good, the water was clear. Looking down at her outfit, Amy concluded that except for her high heels, she was appropriately dressed for fording the small lake.

The hemline of her black skirt hovered just above the tops of her knees. Her black and white pinstriped blouse would not play into the equation at all, but the fact that she had chosen to dress for work without pantyhose certainly made her next decision easier. Putting one foot in front of the other, Amy gently toed her left shoe with her right and easily pulled her foot from the black leather pump. She cringed as she put her bare foot down on the cold, wet pavement, but the dampness did not stop her from doing likewise to her other shoe. Reaching down, she held the two shoes by the heels noting how the heat of her foot had warmed the leather ever so slightly.

This warmth was in contrast to the cold she felt as she began to ford the flooded street. As the water swirled and eddied around her tiny peds, Amy could see the blurry, distorted look of her bright red toe nail polish as she made first one step, then another across the rushing water. She wanted to run, to make the crossing as short as possible, but she feared running would make the water splash up and ruin her clothing and make-up. Instead she walked; an incredible slow walk it seemed as each foot rose out of the ankle deep water, then she felt the wind batter against her wet foot cruelly, only to plunge down again in the cold torrent of water. Amy was not sure which was worse, the cold water itself, or the wind slamming into her bare, wet feet.

Either way she took her time crossing the puddle. With each step she could feel the broken up pavement of the alleyway, the feeling of small rocks and even the feeling of some tuffs of grass that grew up in the cracks of the pavement. The latter she could feel with surprising detail, the feeling of slick, slender grass sliding under her bare feet, just as it had when she had been a child running across her back lawn.

As the memories overtook her, Amy made a mental note to go barefoot more often. She knew all to well that her feet had become tender now that she always wore shoes in the city. She needed to inoculate her feet to the feeling of pebbles, concrete and grass just like they had been when she was a child and ran barefoot and carefree out in the neighborhood.

A smile spread across her face just thinking about it, even though she knew as an adult she now looked foolish with water swirling up to her ankles. Making one last stride, Amy finished her wading and began to lean against a dumpster as she began to slip on her high heels.

"Wait", came a cry, "Don't put your shoes on yet."

Amy looked up to see a man dressed in a sweat suit yelling from across the flooded section of the street. As Amy watched in astonishment, the man began to wade through the water just as she had, but unlike her had not bothered to remove his shoes. Splashing water everywhere, he made a dash for her. As he neared her, he dropped the duffel bag he was carrying and began to open it.

"Don't ruin your shoes by putting your wet feet in them," he explained as he pulled a white towel from out of his bag. "Here," he said with a smile and as she held up her foot, he began to dry them off.

Amy felt euphoria as she placed her wet feet inside the soft, warm terry clothed towel as the man briskly rubbed them. His actions restored the circulation and Amy felt the kindness warm more than her feet as he did so. After slipping his towel from off her foot, he gently slipped her foot back into her shoe so she did not have to struggle with her balance in doing so.

"You didn't have to do that. I'm a big girl," she said with a smile.

"I know, but you would have had to walk around all day with wet shoes. You wouldn't want that, and I don't mind. Next," he said and watched as Amy smiled and switched feet.

As she did she noticed the white towel said Chelsea Gym in big black print. Amy never asked, but it was easy to assume that with his sweat suit and physique, he was a trainer at the gym. As her foot was rubbed back into warmth, Amy felt the man's gentle grip upon her ankle and enjoyed the tender way he twisted her high heel to get the shoe firmly seated upon her foot. "Well there you go Ms. You should be all set."

"Yes, thank you," she said and turned to walk towards her office building. As she did she thought about the tender affection he had given to her feet.

"If he was so gentle to those," she mused with a big grin, "then he would be gentle in everyway," she reasoned. Thinking about his profession, Amy spoke quietly to herself. "I really should work out more and lord knows I could use a good trainer." Then she paused and grinned from ear to ear. "Heck I could use a good man."



The Crossing



It was well past six when the shaky old bus reached it's final stop. Jane muttered something angrily as she dropped a coin in the metal cup beside the driver and walked out. She had planned to reach the crossing in the afternoon, but the bus broke down on one of the mountain passes and it took the driver almost three hours to get it moving again.

Pushing people in her way she walked quickly towards a thick crowd. The border crossing closed at seven o'clock and with the attitude of the workers it usually did so some twenty minutes earlier.

Jane reached the crowd. She was relieved to see that those actually waiting to cross were rather fewer than the dark mass of people she saw from the buss stop. Most were either relatives and friends or taxi drivers trying to catch someone crossing into the country. Nevertheless, Jane pushed her way ahead of many going her way, used to her status of a foreigner often preventing the Arab men to mess with her. 

She finally reached a narrow passage where she couldn't push any further. In front of her stood a tall man with his veiled wife. In front still were several Americans, whom she recognized as Red Cross staff. 

Jane had been here a hundred times and knew every inch of this dirty complex. As the line moved on slowly she could clearly see the large open entrance to the main building. Inside was a large x-ray, covered with dirty stickers. She looked behind her and saw to young men. She was used to the constant looks she attracted in this conservative and underdeveloped society and had long ago become used to it.

Meanwhile the line in front of her thinned. The Americans entered the building, and only the Arab couple stood in front of her. Right next to the entrance stood an officer and a very young soldier, probably a conscript in his late teens. He too had fixed his glance on her.

Someone shouted something from inside and the officer reached out to take the Arabs' passports. He quickly looked through them and handed them back. The couple entered dragging their large formless luggage behind them and Jane was left alone in front of the two men. 

She was getting nervous. Looking inside she could see many familiar faces amongst the officers. Several notorious minutes passed as Jane watched the Arabs load the luggage onto the x-ray machine, then pass to the other side of it and apparently have their it double checked by hand. Although she could not see it, she knew there was a desk behind the x-ray machine where two officers sat. The Arabs where probably being questioned there. 

Finally she heard the command, but it was rather different from the one she heard minutes before. The officer turned around, hesitated, apparently wondering whether try to communicate in his tongue or just go with English, then finally crossing his hands in front of his chest, said,

"Close."

Damn it, Jane looked at her watch, it was a quarter to seven, but as she looked up to say something the officer pointed towards a large watch hanging inside, which showed some three minutes to the hour. Jane knew it was hopeless, but as she was about to let out her anguish and turn around she heard a coarse voice from inside. The officer turned around and Jane looked towards the entrance. Suddenly a nervous rush of adrenaline passed through her body. 

She knew the man who stood between the gates and who had called out those last words. He was tall, with small narrow eyes and a bony face. The officer in the doorway turned towards her and pointed inside, signaling a free passage. Jane was confronted with a choice: she could go in, knowing what to expect, or she could turn back, and try to settle somewhere in the border town till next morning. But reasoning quickly enough she walked in. 

As she took off her handbag to place on the x-ray machine, she heard the officer yell something, apparently at the men behind her and then the gates rammed shut with the sound echoing around the large warehouse-like room. Jane passed to the other side of the machine to pick up her bag. She was right about the desk; the Arab couple was still sitting in front of it. 

Just then she saw the officer who had let her in walk in front of her. Pointing to semi open door with his hand-held metal detector he said, with a heavy local accent,

"Please pass."

Well anticipating this, Jane slowly walked in. The officer followed her and closed the door behind him. Through a short corridor Jane found herself in a very small, dimly lit room. In front of her, just a couple of feet away, was a wooden table serving as a desk. The man flipped a switch turning on a small lamp and filling the room with yellow light.

With her back to him, Jane waited. She felt her handbag being urged off and released it, letting him take it off. She heard the zipper and then the fumbling sound as the officer searched through it. Soon enough though the fumbling sound stopped. Jane waited nervously. She felt a large hand touch her buttock. 

There we go, she thought.

The hand moved down a bit, then rolled into her inner left thigh and moved up till her crotch. After pressing up persistently for a minute it moved to her right thigh. Simultaneously his second hand touched her hip. It moved around her belly, then up slowly towards her breasts.

Although in no way overweight, Jane's body was rather robust, with quite impressive breasts and ass. Her long blond hair constituted to quite typical image of your average good looking American.

She waited patiently, as the officer siwtched from her breasts to her ass and crotch then back. It was not the first time she had to go through this. The first time, almost two years ago, because of a misprint in her papers. All the other times were utterly random. All she knew was that she could be turned back at any moment without any explanation.

The officer's movements slowly grew agitated, his hands now fumbling around quite coarsely. Jane grew nervous, she looked out of the small window and saw that the sky was turning darker. She didn't know how long this would last. Most times she got away with just several minutes of this hassle, but something told her that this time was different.

Suddenly the officers hand dashed in between her shirt buttons - almost ripping them apart, and touched her bra. This was something new and Jane was getting more tensed than ever. She bit her lip, trying to understand how far this would go.

At the same time, as one hand fumbled around her bra, trying to work it's way under it, the other suddenly pressed against her pussy and made several painful grabbing-like motions. 

Jane squealed. Her mind was working constantly in an effort to decide whether to scream, shout and try to struggle or just go with it, hoping for a quick outcome. Suddenly however, the officer seemed to calm down. He let his grip and pulled out his hand from the narrow space between her shirt buttons. Then he slowly and carefully undid the upper two buttons on Jane's shirt, and pushed the two sides of it apart. Slowly again, he moved his hand back and under her bra. Jane felt the warm and somewhat damp palm touch her breast, work it's way deeper and touch her nipple. At the same time the upper hand began unbuttoning the rest of her shirt.

Soon enough all of the buttons were let loose. Letting go of her bra the officer pulled her shirt to both sides urging it off. Jane didn't obstruct him in any way and soon enough her upper body was left with just the bra. Slowly he went on to unbutton the bra and take it off, revealing her large fine breasts. 

The officer then pressed against her in an effort to see over her shoulder. He took her breasts with both hands, stroking and playing with her nipples. Jane stood patiently as his large coarse hands moved around her breasts, time to time painfully squeezing them.

With his left hand still couping her breast he moved his right hand down her body and quickly slid it under her jeans. For a second Jane's heart stopped. She felt his fingers easily find their way under her panties and touch her pussy. Once again she considered her options and again she stopped at nothing. The muscular fingers found her slit and tried to push in. At the same time she felt the officer roughly kiss her near the ear. He went on slightly pushing his fingers into her and kissing her, moving slowly down towards her neck.

After continuing this for some while he suddenly backed off. His hand slid out from under her underwear and seconds later Jane heard some fumbling and the jingling noise of a belt. 

Her worst fears had come true. She looked up at the window and saw an almost dark sky. At the same time she realized that the voices in the large room had long ago gone. It was just too late...

Jane felt something hard and warm touch the lower part of her back. The officer leaned close to her and wrapped his hands around her once again. Again, one hand grabbed her breast, although this time in more agitated manner, the other dug in under her jeans. This time he was so careless that he missed her panties. Ending up above them he nevertheless squeezed several times. After that he slid his hand out and began unbuttoning her jeans.

Jane squeezed her teeth. She waited as he managed the button and then, with some effort the zipper went down. The officer then tried to pull the jeans down. Realizing he couldn't manage it with one hand he suddenly let go of Jane's breast and pushed her upper body forward, towards the desk. Jane squealed, as she leaned down and her head was about to hit the desk. Fortunately he held her back and she ended up inches from the wooden surface.

As he pushed her forward finally resting her head on the desk, the officer squatted and aggressively began prying down her jeans with both hand. After several minutes of mangling they finally came down to her knees. He got up and although Jane did no see him she felt him quiet down a bit. He got up and slowly pulled down her panties, which were already partly down after the messy effort. Jane felt his warm hands touch her ass, they stroked both buttocks, then slowly one hand went in between her legs and began fingering her pussy.

Jane was silent. She felt his fingers travel up and down her slit, push in slightly, first one, then two at a time. Occasionally his thumb would touch her anus. She felt it press down, first lightly, then slowly increasing, trying to push in. All this time his other hand stroked her ass and back.

Finally he pulled out and stood upright. Suddenly Jane felt something touch her ass. She knew it was not his hand and soon enough she could feel the hard meaty shaft press against her. At first it just pressed against her right buttock. Then it slowly moved to the middle, right in between her two buttocks. Pressing down hard it then rubbed up and down her ass. Jane could feel the officer's legs press against her. He was apparently in no hurry. After several such moves he backed off slightly and moved under her, in between her legs. Now Jane felt the warm head travel the length of her slit, just slightly touching it.

The waiting was painful. His quick switches from aggressiveness to calm made Jane even more nervous. She intuitively knew that he could burst out any moment, and now, that she was almost certain as to what awaited her, she hoped that it would just be painless.

Suddenly Jane felt all movement stop. The officer's cock just pressed against her. Then she felt his hand touch her leg, as it slid down between her legs and apparently added some pressure. Second later he entered her with a swift and resolute motion. Jane didn't have time to realize how it happened. She heard the sharp slap of their bodies hitting each other before she could feel the thick hard cock push her pussy lips apart.

Jane let out a short moan. The jolt pushed her forward slightly hitting her head against the desk. The second one came before she managed to slightly raise her body. The officer now grabbed her buttocks and pumped in continuously. His movements were slow, but each time he pushed in till the end, heavily hitting her body. It was as if he was not content with the length to which he could enter and he wanted to push in deeper and deeper.

Jane tried to suppress her emotions, as if expressing them showed complacency. The officer for his part seemed to understand that. He pushed ever harder and his hands painfully dug into her soft buttocks. Unable to hold it back Jane let out a loud "Ahhh". This seemed to please him, as he eased down the pressure for a while.

His hands now ran up and stroked her back and ass. Then the pace slow down and one hand run back down her body. Jane felt the thumb touch her anus. He slowed down even more and almost stopped. Now he just pressed down, but this time harder. The muscles around her anus flexed but the pressure was hard. Finally the rough thumb pushed it's way into her. Jane hated the feeling. It entered her for about half an inch. Thankfully the officer didn't hold on with this for long, and soon pulled his finger out and pushed his cock back, further into her. 

All this time Jane would moan slightly, in hope of keeping his temper down. Now though, the pace quickened. He held her by the thighs and slowly began moving her towards him in rhythm. Now Jane was being dragged over the desk to and fro. She started to hear him moan too. It was a coarse low sound, to her it seemed like a beast. 

The pace increased on, but Jane didn't feel previous pane. In a frenzy of emotions she differentiated too little as the cock ripped into her and her body rubbed against the wooden surface. Suddenly though everything stopped. Jane thought that he came. His hands anxiously clasped her buttocks as he slowly pulled out of her.

She waited. For a moment nothing happened. Then suddenly as he had stopped, Jane felt him grab her hand. The next thing she knew, she was pulled back, turn around and almost thrown against the wall. She screamed out as her back hit something hard. Not realizing her jeans were pulled down to her knees restraining her legs she lost balance and fell, landing in a semi sitting position, resting against the wall.

She didn't realize what was happening, but for the first time since she had entered this little room she was face to face with her abuser. Her heart beat wildly as she looked at him. There was something amounting to madness in his eyes. She didn't know why, but his look was stained with anger.

He stood in front of her breathing loudly, slightly bend forward, stroking his large blood-red dick. Jane shuddered as she realized that the huge thing had just been inside her. She kept her eyes fixed on it, trying not to look him in the eyes. She watched as his hand stroked up and down the sizable length of it, pointing it towards her.

Slowly he seemed to calm down once again. His breath eased down and he seemed to straighten out. But just as Jane mentally made a sigh of relief, he slowly moved towards her. With all the calmness and decisiveness of his previous actions he leaned down, grasped her by the hair and shoved her head towards him. Jane's eyes closed as she cried out, but just as her mouth opened, his dick swiftly pushed in.

She gasped, if only reflexively. The thickness of it stretched her mouth; she felt it end up just touching her throat. She opened her eyes, to see only the mass of dark hair around her. A hand landed on her shoulder, fixing her firmly in place, as his body slowly moved back, stopped, then pushed forward. His head once again scraped her throat.

Jane was baffled. The last minutes had driven her humiliation to it's peak. She could smell him up close, she could see every detail of his pubic hair, but all she could do was wait.

Without a sound the officer went on like that for about a minute. Each time pushing forward all the way he could, then backing off.. then again. Once again, his pace went from the meticulous slow, to a faster one. Jane waited, hoping the end was near. She could feel his grip tighten and his thrusts become shorter. Finally a warm gush hit her tongue. She heard him moan. His dick slid out of her mouth, with a second gush covering her lips and nose. He pulled down on her hair, forcing her to look up. Still another load ended up on her forehead and hair.

After finishing with everything he had, the officer suddenly slapped his dick against Jane's face. She reflexively closed her eyes and squealed out. He did that several times, landing the heavy thing on her cheek and eyes.

Finally he let go of her and backed off. Jane tried not to look at him. She was close to crying but still kept her emotions back. The officer didn't take long, soon he had pulled up his trousers and was gone. Jane stood up. Her back ached. She dressed rather quickly, picked up her handbag and walked out into the large room. She couldn't see the man, although he was probably around somewhere. A glimpse of light reached her from the far corner of the structure. She walked quickly towards an open gate, knowing that it led straight to the bus stop on the other side.



The Crossing



The 10 mile journey to Roo's new school involved driving along some of the nicest country lanes I have ever seen in England. At that time in the morning we were pretty much guaranteed to have the roads to ourselves, save the occasional tractor coming the other way. This move to the country 3 months ago had been one of my better decisions - cleaner air, fewer people and an altogether healthier life. The downside was having to drive my 18 year old daughter everywhere.

As we approached the level crossing for the, by now, standard 12 minute wait (two trains would eventually chug their way between villages) my mind wandered. Roo was texting some essential information to her new best friend Hayley. News that couldn't possibly wait until she actually saw her at school in less than half an hour. It always surprised me that there was never anybody about at this part of our journey. So much so that I seriously wondered whether there was some alternative route on a super fast motorway that nobody had told me about.

It was one of those beautiful spring days that just makes nature seem so much more vivid. A strange silence always accompanied us at this crossing, as if we had entered some secret, private place. No traffic sounds, no birdsong just a dense quiet that would eventually be gently broken by the distant trundling of approaching trains. Roo was happier now too. She liked to accompany the sound the car made as it crossed the tracks B-dumm b-dumm - an echo of something she enjoyed as a child.

Of course actually talking to a teenager was out of the question so we both occupied ourselves with private thoughts. Suddenly the answer to 12 across popped into my head and I reached over to the back seat to retrieve my newspaper. 'Have you got a pen?', I asked her.

Without looking up from her phone she stuffed her school bag into my face. Roo wasn't really a morning person.

I rummaged in the bag among the books and paraphernalia and eventually located a shiny purple pen. Suddenly the bag was wrenched from my hands as Roo let out an anguished howl. She gave me a biro and stuffed the bag under her feet, her face bright red.

'What's that all about?', I asked suspiciously

'I just don't like people going through my stuff', she said defensively.

'Well, you gave me the bag. What's so secret that your face has gone like a beetroot?'

Then it dawned on me. Using my special deductive powers on which I prided myself, everything became apparent. She was a drug addict - probably crack - and she was dealing at school to fund her habit. The purple pen was actually a container for her illicit packages, needles even. No doubt she dabbled in prostitution as well. I ordered her sternly to give me the bag. I was going to get to the bottom of this. No doubt there would be a period of cold turkey, a clinic maybe, but I would do everything I could to ensure that my daughter recovered from her - oh...

Roo's face had gone a shade I hadn't seen before - as vivid as the leaves on the red birch.

'Oh', I said again pathetically. 'It's a....thing.'

I absent-mindedly clicked on the clasp of the 'pen' and the vibrator buzzed into action with a light hum. Now completely at a loss as to what to do, I fiddled with the switch in the vain hope that this would maybe teleport me to a different planet at least until the incident was forgotten about - say in a thousand years or so. Unfortunately my clumsy confusion only made matters worse as I activated turbo mode and the purple pleasure-giver took on a life of its own. I shoved the offending item into Roo's hands as if it were some kind of frightened rodent. She calmly switched it off and replaced it in her bag.

Never have I been so relieved to hear a train. There was no b-dumm b-dumm that morning. 

...

The following morning I sensed I hadn't been forgiven. It was a crisp sunny day outside, but in the car it was decidedly frosty. Roo was texting. No doubt telling Hayley that, so far at least, her pervert father hadn't strip searched her for marijuana. As we waited by the crossing I had a thought. Maybe I should have just let it go but it was niggling me and I just needed to -

'So...'

'What?', she barked.

'Well...fair enough, you're not a crack whore. I was wrong on that score and I hold my hands up.'

'Jesus, thanks Daddy. I'm glad you had such faith in me.'

'It's just that...'

Every voice in my head was telling me to shut up. Leave it. Let it go. 

'Well...why would you take a - a...'

'Vibrator.'

'Yes. Why would you take it to school?'

'Oh well why do you think father? Obviously as we are sitting around sucking our opium pipes we also like to pass round a dildo so that members can have a quick wank. What is WRONG with you? I took it to show Hayley, she wanted to see it.'

Every voice in my head sighed and said 'you're on your own, we're out of here.'

'Oh. Hayley. I see.'

I tried to sound non-commital, even cool, but instead it came out like the strangled awkward articulation of a 13 year old kid who's just seen his first bra.

The thing is Hayley is...how can I put this... smoking hot. She had been to our house 3 times and the last time I had managed to sneak a crafty peek up her skirt. I had congratulated myself on my cunning, using reflections from the kitchen cabinet to provide a secret vantage point.

'Yes Hayley. The girl whose knickers you kept staring at from the kitchen.'

An image came into my head of the beautiful Hayley enthusing about the vibrator, maybe she even took it to the toilets to give it a whirl, her white panties soaked as she eased the buzzing tip over her swollen cl-

'Dad are you a little stressed at work or something, you seem awfully tense lately.'

This is why females are so great. I was so hopelessly in the wrong on every level that by rights I should have been nailed to a tree and flogged, but here was Roo showing concern and tenderness. What a lovely girl my daughter is.

As I stared at the barriers of the crossing wondering what to say I became aware of a strange sensation on my wrist. I looked down to see Roo gently smoothing the vibrator across my skin. I have to admit it felt very pleasant.

'I'm just worried about you that's all.'

'Daddy, I know.'

She moved the toy up my bare arm and seemed to intuitively know where its effect was most pleasurable. I relaxed into a reverie. The incident had passed, we were OK. I was allowed back on earth if I promised to behave myself.

'B-dumm B-dumm', she said as we trundled over the tracks.

...

And so it went on. Each morning we would arrive at our level crossing and Roo would soothe my aching soul with her magic wand. Sometimes I would say 'Buzz me up would you love', and she would readily comply, her eyes shining brightly as she steered the little vibrator round the contours of my face, behind my ears, up and down my arms. It amused us both and I found myself looking forward to it, even becoming slightly disappointed when the trains passed by. No doubt this little diversion would have fizzled out of its own accord eventually had it not been for The Incident.

It was a Friday and we were both ready for the restful weekend ahead. The air in our secret enclosure was more scented than usual - perhaps a final burst of flirting from the flowers desperate for attention from a passing bee. The silence hung about us, it was as if we were the only two people in the world. Outside everything was absolutely still. Roo's fingers were particularly expert this morning, she had located an area at the back of my neck which seemed to respond unusually strongly. I lapsed into my usual semi trance state and enjoyed the humming caress. 

'Shit!', she exclaimed as she dropped the vibrator. It landed in my lap, the buzzing tip at precisely the correct angle, speed, and position to give me an instantaneous erection. The feeling was like nothing I had ever experienced, intense waves of sexual excitement coursed through my body. There was no way I was going to move the vibrator, and Roo simply stared in a mixture of shock, horror, and amusement, as first my pelvis then the rest of my body twitched. There was no going back now, I didn't even care that my own daughter could clearly see that my cock was rock hard as I squeezed my legs together tightly to extract the maximum pleasure. Suddenly I came. Not in the ordinary way either. This was an orgasm quite unknown to me. My cock pulsed and twitched at least 20 times, each one wringing out globs of cum. I gripped the handbrake tightly as every muscle in my body tensed until, finally, it was over and I sunk into the driver's seat like a burst balloon.

Roo delicately picked the vibrator from my lap and switched it off then stared at the mess seeping through the pale material of my trousers. It looked bad. As if an egg had exploded in my pocket. I could only imagine the amusement this latest development was going to provoke among her schoolfriends as I dropped Roo off. No doubt Hayley would be furnished with every detail, accompanied by suitably grotesque actions. Strangely though I didn't care. The memory of the most powerful orgasm I had ever had still lingered in my mind. Roo had been giggling for the remainder of the journey and she had been unable to resist a parting stare at the congealed cum which had formed into the shape of Malta. Or was it Mauritius?

...

Monday came of course, as we knew it would. Roo had stayed at Hayley's most of the weekend and I had found several jobs that suddenly needed doing in the garage so we hadn't actually discussed the incident. But you can't really expect a topic like ejaculating in front of your daughter to simply disappear. There was an elephant in the room and it needed addressing.

However, two things were obvious. One, I had worn dark trousers - deliberate? Subconscious? Who knows. And secondly Roo had spent the journey shifting in her seat and, it seemed to me anyway, deliberately letting her school skirt ride up. I suppose I should also mention that my cock had been rock hard from the moment we left the driveway and was still in that state as I pulled up at the crossing.

'Um', she said, the toy already buzzing in her fingers.

No words were spoken as she let the vibrator glide across my neck and arms, across my lips. Then, as if unsure, she finally, diffidently, moved it to my lap. There was no point trying to resist, she could see perfectly well the hard bulge. I leaned back a little and stretched my legs to grant her better access. 

Roo carefully guided the vibrator over the length of my shaft through the material of my trousers, and then let it rest at the precise point it had fallen last time. Again I felt the waves of excitement coursing through my body, but this time there was the added intensity brought about by the fact that it was my own beautiful sexy daughter who was administering the pleasure. It didn't take long. I bucked my hips forward as I felt the cum rising to the head and then just sank back and let it gush out. Roo seemed to squirm a little as she replaced the toy in her bag, her breathing quite deep.

This wonderful arrangement continued for a couple of weeks. Each morning I would shoot in my pants like a teenager, then one morning Roo surprised me:

'Can I see it?', she asked

I suppose our limits are arbitrary, considering what we had been doing, but this seemed like it was crossing a line. My daughter was asking me to show her my cock while she made me cum. But it seemed I was not actually being consulted. I felt her hands feverishly unzipping my flies and in a series of deft movements there I was, my glistening hard cock jutting out over the steering wheel. Roo stared for several seconds, as though at a particularly fine dessert in a top restaurant. She shifted her position and tucked one of her feet under the opposite leg, her white knickers in full view and a patch of moisture clearly visible between her legs. Then she brought the vibrator to my bare cock. It was a totally different experience and I was straining every sinew in my body to stop myself coming straight away, determined to make this last as long as possible.

As the precum tumbled out of the tip and cascaded down the shaft she switched the toy to turbo. The pleasure was almost unbearable as I felt the cum welling up inside me. Roo's breathing was deep and rapid as she fixed her gaze on her father's big cock, intuitively responding to every twitch. Then she did something.

She reached down between her legs and tugged the thin material of her panties to the side, exposing her juicy tight young cunt. As she fingered her swollen clitoris, her lips pulsing slightly as she dripped, I couldn't take any more. Relaxing, I simply let it happen. The cum surged out in a torrent and spattered me in the face, down my chin, in my hair. Roo let out a long deep sigh as she too orgasmed, her cunt leaking cum over her hand and the passenger seat.

The train was approaching as we tidied ourselves up. Roo pulled off her knickers and slipped on a spare pair from her bag. She put the wet ones in my glove box and winked.

As I put the car into first and pulled away over the tracks she said: 'you're going to fuck me soon aren't you?'

'Yes.'

'b-dumm B-DUMM!'



The Crossing Ch. 01



It was a simple act, something he recalled from his scouting days, and though he had finished boy scouts in high school, a lot of what he learned simply stuck with him. So now when most of the guys his age would ignore an old lady needing to cross the street, Gerry paused, watching he light and then gently took the woman's arm and helped her across the street. The intersection was busy, so he took her half way and then they waited through another cycle of lights to cross.

While they stood there the lady said, "I thank you for your help, there is no telling how long I would have had to stand there waiting to get across."

"It's no problem ma'am," he answered politely, "I used to be a scout, this is kind of what we do, among other things."

"You know, my daughter Cara, was a girl scout, but that was a pretty long time ago. She always did good things, and you know I have a granddaughter just about your age. You are twenty?"

"No, nineteen," he replied, wondering a bit about this granddaughter. "Is your granddaughter going to college?" he asked hopefully.

"No, she couldn't afford it, she has a job and wants to earn enough to pay for school. Say's she's just about there."

Looking closer at the old lady, Gerry's interest in the granddaughter increased. In spite of a few wrinkles, this lady was fairly attractive for her age. Her hair was the silvery, white that looked so stoically beautiful on older women especially. With deep blue eyes and high cheekbones the woman must have been absolutely beautiful in her day.

The light changed interrupting Gerry's perusal of the woman so he took her arm again and walked her the rest of the way across the street. He was about to say goodbye to the woman when she spoke, "You're such a nice boy, I wonder if you would like to come by my place, Maggie, my granddaughter might be there. Funny, she always acts so mad when I bring a young man home to meet her, but you are so nice, she's bound to enjoy meeting you."

"I don't know ma'am, I mean..."

"Oh come on, take a chance. You don't have a girlfriend or anything do you?"

"Well no, not at the moment..."

"There you go, there's no good reason why you shouldn't come meet Maggie."

"But if she gets angry at you for bringing men home I don't want to bother her," Gerry said.

"Oh nonsense, how could a good looking guy like you, bother her? Now what's your name young man?"

"It's Gerry, ma'am."

"Now come on Gerry, come home and meet Maggie."

Gerry shrugged his shoulders and walked with the lady the short distance to her building. He helped her a bit climbing the stairs up to the building entrance as she said, "These stairs are getting harder and harder. I used to have a place with no elevator, I lived on the fifth floor, course those were younger days and I was in a bit better shape."

They stepped out of the elevator and she fumbled in her purse for her keys, dropping them on the floor. As she bent over, she seemed to lose her balance, bumping her hips against Gerry. To keep her from falling over, he grabbed her hips just as she stood up. He found himself pushed tight up against her back as she swung her ass from side to side a bit over his quickly hardening cock.

"Oh thank you, I got dizzy for a spell there," she said, reaching for the door and opening it with no ill effects from her "dizzy" spell. Stepping inside she called out, "Maggie, Maggie dear, come on out, I brought someone I want you to meet."

Gerry followed her in the door as she motioned for him to sit on the couch. He quickly sat down, waiting impatiently for Maggie to appear. From the way her grandmother looked, Maggie was bound to look spectacular. He sat on the edge of the couch, listening to the lady rustle about. He wondered where Maggie might be that was talking the old lady so long.

He soon found out as he looked up, not to see Maggie, but the old woman completely naked. Remaining on the couch he looked at her body, amazed that it looked so good for her age. Her breasts sagged a bit, but weren't wrinkled except for a few lines along the sides. The nipples were large and dark and immediately Gerry wondered what it would be like to suck on them.

She had a slight paunch on her stomach and some grey swirled though her pubic hair, but again, except for a wrinkle or fold of skin here or there, she looked very fit. Gerry stood up, immediately feeling the pull of his pants on his hard cock. He reached down to adjust it, perhaps hide it from the woman but she said, "No, no, I like how your pants look."

Reaching out she took hold of his cock with one hand and fumbled with his belt with her other. Somehow, this woman, who he needed to help across the street, nimbly unfastened his belt and unzipped his pants with one hand. She then let them fall to the floor and then pulled his underwear over his cock and then down to his knees, pausing to kiss his balls on the way back up.

The old woman then firmly grabbed his cock and led him back into her bedroom. It was dark in there, with the only light coming from about seven or eight candles burning around the room. Walking him straight to the bed, she sat down, slid back on the bed and opened her legs. Her pussy lips were swollen, open and glistening. She reached over and squeezed some lubricant onto her hand and then stroked it up and down his cock, saying, "After the breasts, the wetness is the next thing to go. This will help things some."

She leaned back and beckoned Gerry to move with her. He crawled between his legs and leaned forward while she grabbed him and guided him into her. With the lubricant, his cock slid easily into her pussy and he felt a wonderful softness. It wasn't as tight inside her as he had experienced during his first sexual experience with an old girlfriend, but somehow the loose softness seemed right.

He began to move his cock in and out of her in an increasing pace as the woman moaned and writhed in pleasure. Just beginning to feel the pressure building up inside him, the lady came, grabbed his ass and squeezing it as she shoved herself hard against him. Her sudden passion and feeling his cock go so deep into her excited him so much he came just moments after her, spurting his cum into her pussy again and again.

Just as he finished, he heard the door to the apartment open and a woman yelled out, "Mother, are you home?"

"Oh yes, I'm in my bedroom, come on back."

Gerry quickly pulled his cock out of the old woman, but had no more turned around on the bed when a beautiful woman stepped in the door. She stopped and said, "Oh my."

"Oh Cara, I want you to meet Gerry, he's a boy scout who helped me cross the street and then he made me come."

"I... I... I'm not a boy scout, I used to be and... and..."

"And it's a pleasure to meet you. Any boy scout of Mom's is a boy scout of mine," she said, walking out of the woman's bedroom. "Let me know when you're done Mom," she hollered out from the living room.

Pulling up her granny panties over the paunch in her stomach she said, "Oh, we're about done here." She looked over at Gerry and smiled asking, "Aren't we?"



The Crossing Ch. 02



After being caught bare-assed, fucking the old lady, Gerry was terribly flustered. Standing up from the old lady's bed, he looked around for his underwear, but couldn't find it anywhere. The dim light in the room made it nearly impossible to find anything, so he grabbed a candle and got down on his hands and knees to look under the bed.

"Goodness Gerry, be careful with that candle," she said, "just what on earth are you looking for?"

"My underwear?" he replied.

"Now Gerry you are much too young to be this bad. Don't you remember? I took them off you in the living room."

"Oh yes," he said, replacing the candle and walking out into the living room. He found Cara, the old lady's middle-aged daughter neatly folding his underwear and pants.

"Well, granny's just getting to old for all this. I mean leaving a mess behind her like this, I just have to keep coming in behind her to clean things up," she said, placing his clothes on the couch.

"Can I have those?" Gerry asked, nodding at his pants and underwear.

"Why of course, but oh look there, you are about to drip on the carpet," she said, quickly kneeling down and sliding her mouth over his flaccid cock. She sucked on it a bit, milking the last bit of cum from the tiny hole. Taking the cock out of her mouth she said, "Just like I told you, I constantly have to clean up behind her."

Gerry watched as Cara stood up and began unbuttoning his shirt. "I think we need to fold this just as neatly as your pants and underwear." She took the shirt and began folding it, looking down at his feet saying, "And will you take off your socks and shoes? Granny is just slipping, she'd never let a man in bed with his shoes on."

"But I need to..."

"You need to what?" the woman asked, kneeling back down and taking his cock back into her mouth. She continued sucking, feeling it slowly grow to its fully erect stature. She then moved her mouth away and said, "Now that's something I can work with. You were saying?"

"I was saying?"

"You were saying you needed to... to what?"

"I need to... I need to..." he stopped talking and reached out to the woman's breast. Gently squeezing both of them, he noticed they were firmer than the old woman's and he immediately wondered what Cara's pussy might feel like.

"Ah, now that's a need I think I can help you with," Cara said, pulling her blouse over her head and unfastening her bra. She then pulled off her pants and panties to stand naked in front of Gerry.

All he could do is stare, realizing the woman didn't need to suck his cock to get it hard, all she had to do was take off her clothes. Her breasts were full and although they sagged a bit, the felt firm. Her nipples were lighter than granny's, but they were even bigger. Cara must work out some because her stomach was tight, with no sign of paunch. Her pussy hair was light, but with no sign of gray in it.

Looking back up at her face, he noticed the same blue eyes as the old woman, but instead of the silvery white hair and eyebrows, Cara's was a light shade of brown, with a few gray streaks. He noticed the woman smiling, enjoying him gazing at her. Before he could do anything else, he felt her grab his cock and lead him back into her bedroom.

This room was well lit with several well positioned mirrors around the bed. Cara noticed him looking at them and said, "Yeah, it's fun to watch."

Rather than climb into bed and spread her legs, Cara had Gerry climb onto the bed first and then she came on after him, straddling his hips and taking hold of his cock. Gerry remained motionless as she held his erection upright and slowly lowered herself over him. His cock stuck to her lips a bit as she moved down, so she slowly moved up again and worked his cock around inside her in a circular motion. This time when she lowered himself, he felt his cock slip right inside.

Cara's pussy was tighter than granny's and he could feel her squeezing him some with her cunt muscles. She began to move slowly, but then quickened her speed, moving herself up his long shaft and then coming down on him and grinding her pussy against him. As she moved, she watched the two of them in the mirrors, glancing from side to side, admiring the fuck from every angle. She continued this motion for a few minutes, each time grinding against him more and more until finally, she came down on him and holding him deep inside her, ground her clit against him until she climaxed.

Gerry suddenly felt the full strength of her pussy as she pulsated around him while grinding herself against him. She then sat upright, reached back and began toying with his balls and began moving up and down while staring at his face. Giving her what she wanted, he looked back at her, his face contorted in ecstasy as he came, spurting his cum into her pussy. After his cock calmed some, Cara leaned down on him, pressing her breasts to his chest.

She whispered a question to him, "Gerry, have you ever fucked a virgin?"

He whispered, "No, why?"

"Oh no reason," she whispered back. Suddenly, there was the sound of someone coming into the apartment. 



The Crossing Ch. 03



Gerry sat up on the bed and whispered to Cara, "Someone's come in the apartment."

"Yeah, I heard it too. You think it could be Maggie?" she asked sardonically.

"But my clothes are folded up on the couch, how will I get dressed if she is out there in the living room? Maybe if I wrapped a sheet around me I can get my clothes."

"She'll know what we've been doing," Cara said.

"Will she?"

"She's a virgin, she's not stupid."

"Well, what am I going to do?"

"Maybe wait until she goes into her room?" she said, slowly and succinctly.

"Yeah, maybe when she goes..."

"Hey Mom... oh excuse me, I didn't know you had company," Maggie said, standing at the doorway into Cara's room.

"That's okay Maggie, this is Gerry."

"Now wait, this isn't the guy granny called me about, the guy she wanted me to meet is it?"

Cara nodded and as Maggie looked over at Gerry, he nodded too.

"So let me get this straight, granny brings him home to meet me and he fucks you while he is waiting?"

"Well, actually granny was first."

"So he did her too? Just great," she said, then looking at Gerry she continued, "And what are you supposed to be, some kind of a manslut?"

"No, I was a boy scout. I helped granny across the street and she invited me home to meet you."

"A boy scout? So this is their new thing, helping little old ladies across the street so you can fuck their entire family?"

"Well no, I just meant to help her across the street, and then... well, she asked me if I wanted to come home to meet you."

"Oh, that explains it, granny asks you if you want to meet me so you fuck her and then my mother too."

"Well, it didn't really happen that way. I was sitting on the couch and suddenly granny was naked, and then when I ran out of granny's room to get my clothes, your mother was there. She then sucked my cock and took me back into her room."

"And now?"

"Well, I was just going to get my clothes and leave, but then you came in. I was going to wait in here until you went to your room or something and then run out and get my clothes. Then I would have left."

"To go out and find another granny to help across the street and then fuck her family?" she asked, leaning on the door frame.

"No, I was just going to head home," Gerry replied nervously.

"Oh, you were going to go home without getting to fuck granny's entire family?"

"Well, I didn't..."

"You didn't want to fuck me?"

"No... I mean yes..."

"Which is it, do you want to fuck me or not?"

"I would like to, but..."

"But what?" she asked.

"You're mom says you're a virgin."

"So you don't want to fuck me because I'm a virgin?"

"No I do want to fuck you, but I wasn't sure it would be right."

"You fucked my grandmother and then my mother and you are wonder if it is right or not to fuck me because I'm a virgin?" she asked with a laugh.

"No... yes, ah..."

"Look, let me make it easy for you. Come out here in the living room," she said. Gerry followed her into the living room. She then pulled her blouse over her head and unfastened her bra. "Ah I see you may be changing your mind," she said. She then pulled off her pants and panties, standing naked in front of him. Grabbing his cock he led him into her bedroom, where she climbed on the bed and spread her legs.

"They said you were a virgin."

"Yes."

"You don't act like a virgin," he said.

"And how does a virgin act?"

"I figured you'd be shyer."

"Okay, look... I am technically a virgin, no guy has fucked me, but we've done plenty of other things."

"But why stay a virgin if you are just going to do this now."

"Do you want to fuck me or not?"

"Well..."

"Simple question, yes or no."

"Yes," he said, moving up on the bed between her legs. He leaned forward while she guided him into her. He pushed a bit, feeling a bit of resistance. Pushing a bit harder he saw her face wince and then suddenly, he was in. He paused a moment and whispered, "Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, it just stings a bit."

"I can stop..."

"No don't stop," she said, raising her hips some.

Moving slowly, he pushed himself back into her, watching her face for any sign of discomfort. When she seemed to be getting into it, he quickened his pace, pushing deeper and faster. She began moving up to meet his thrusts moaning at bit. Continuing his motion, he felt her tight pussy caress his cock and soon he was breathing hard, losing himself in the feel of her. Finally he arched his back and came, spurting his cum into her pussy. He remained on top of her for a bit and then pulled out his cock and moved over beside her.

"Is that all there is?" she asked.

"Now Maggie, you know there's more than that," Cara said from the door.

"Were you watching us?" Gerry asked.

"Why of course, I had to make sure you treated her right. To be honest I think you did okay, she didn't come, but that happens a lot with virgins. Later when you do it again, maybe she'll come."

"Again?"

"Well, why not, if you don't want it to be her, you could try granny or me again."

"Are you crazy?"

"Crazy?" Cara asked, "Did you call us crazy?" she said, her eyes glaring at him.

"No, no, I didn't mean it I just..."

"I think you better leave," she said, "Go grab your clothes and leave."

Gerry rushed out into the living room and pulled on his underwear and pants. Grabbing his shirt, socks and shoes he headed for the door. Opening the door, he ran out into the hallway and pushed the button for the elevator. As the door opened, he heard a loud voice from the apartment, "CRAZY?"

Leaping into the elevator, he pressed the button for the ground floor and then finished getting dressed. Once on the ground floor, he rushed to the door and ran down the stairs. At the street crossing he noticed an old lady needing help. He walked right past her as if he didn't see her, quickly crossing the street and then running down the sidewalk as fast as he could. 



The Crossroads



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Robert Johnson could have been here, playing guitar as cars slowed to an almost stop, then accelerated onward leaving the stop sign wracking slightly in the breeze. Perhaps if a window was rolled down and hip-hop rap symphonies weren't blaring too loudly some of the drivers might have heard the notes before their tires burned pavement and they spun away. It was a pity they never stopped, never listened to the sound of the dying guitar and warping stop signs as it was all swallowed in the crossroad blues. 

Mac Stenson knew the history there, understood what Johnson had lost and gained and now he knows the sound of almost and the occasional whine at the end of one road and the beginning of another. He built a small, restaurant/bar/hotel just back from the crossroad. It was a nice place to stay after a long, long ride, a better place to get ready for a whole new direction in a life.

Mac had a friend running the bar with only one rule, when the jukebox wasn't burning the customer's cash then all they listened to was Mississippi Delta Blues. Nobody danced, they just sat at the bar, or alone at the table slowly sipping a drink they hoped might last the night. Mac waited at the hotel, renting out rooms to sleepy travelers and, more often than he ever thought, a woman who slammed her husband's truck door for the last time, just before he sped off, squealing tires into the night.

Each night after checking them in, Mac would order a bottle of wine or champagne from the bar and take a try up to the women. Sometimes they turned it down, sometimes they thanked him and then drank alone and sometimes, they would invite him in. Tonight it was Sally McAll..., no she drew a line through that name and then wrote down Hodges, tonight it was Sally Hodges who invited Mac in.

Mac was patient and understanding with Sally as they sipped the wine, listening when she wanted to talk, sitting quietly when she didn't. She smiled when he leaned over to kiss her and didn't stop him as his hand slipped down to her breast. Pressing against her, he showed her she could still excite a man.

Mac then carefully unbuttoned her blouse and deftly reached behind her and unfastened her bra. Kissing her first on the neck, he worked downward running his tongue down her breasts and over her nipple, first on the right breast, then sliding over to the left. He sucked her nipple into his mouth, circling it with his tongue.

Moving her back onto the bed, he removed her pants and panties as he kissed down her stomach and through her patch of curly light hair. Breathing in her fragrance, he moved down, slipping his tongue in between her lips, pressing it into her pussy. Tasting her tartness, he moved upward to her clit, licking and sucking it until she moaned loudly and came like she never did with her husband.

Mac then quickly undressed as she moved into the middle of the bed. He crawled up between her legs and eased himself inside her. Moving slowly, he'd whisper to her, encouraging her as she'd lift herself to him, feeling him push deep inside her, filling her so gently.

He held himself off until she wrapped her legs around him, cried out and came, her pussy convulsing over his cock. Only then did he let himself go, let himself savor the pleasure of her warm, wet pussy. Sliding in and out of her until he finally moaned loudly, arched his back and came inside her, spurting his cum deep into her body.

Mac remained on top of her until his cock shrank enough to slide out of her. He then rolled over onto her side, kissing her and telling her how good it felt. Then, before she could think too much about what happened, Mac got up and got dressed, thanking her for the wonderful evening.

The next morning Mac watched her, like he did so many others, as they climbed into a friend's car, or into a cab, or stepped onto the bus that stopped across the street. Without looking back, each one would ride up to the stop sign, make a turn at the crossroad and ride away. Looking forward, always forward.

Mac would smile and walk back to the front desk and wait, wait for another life to change at the four way stop, at the crossroad, a long time ago, in a place far away.