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The Wedding Ch. 1

By: eddyeddy



My wife dragged me to the wedding of a friend from her work. When we got to the church, we sat with some of my wife's other friends from work. I was disappointed to find I was the only guy in the little group. Amy's husband had gone golfing at the last minute, but she had brought her 18-year-old daughter, Jenny along. Amy whispered to us that Jenny had been getting into a lot of trouble lately and she didn't trust her alone at home. Also in the group was Kim, a truly ugly women of 50 or so, and Tammy, an O.K. looking women of 45 who's husband had just divorced her for another women.

After the wedding we drove our cars to the hotel where the reception was being held. The hotel is 12 stories tall, with the reception hall on the third floor, and only one elevator. When we finally got to the hall, we again sat down with her friends and after what seemed like hours of ideal chitchat we finally were served. While we ate, I noticed both Jenny, the 18-year-old, and Tammy, the divorced 45-year-old, looking at me often as we talked. Jenny was sitting next to me, and I felt her leg brush against mine several times. After dinner, Tammy, Jenny and Kim went outside to have a cigarette, and using the excuse that I needed fresh air, I joined them, leaving my wife and Jenny's mom to talk alone. 

We took the elevator to the ground floor, went outside, walked, talked and told jokes. Jenny kept walking beside me and several times I "accidentally" brushed my arm against her breast, with no complaints from her and no one else noticing. Soon we went back inside and found the dance in full swing, so we joined my wife and Jenny's mom who were moving around on the dance floor. We formed a small circle, but being the only man, I felt obliged to dance with each of the ladies in the group. 

I put my arms around my wife's waste, and we danced closely for a minute or so, then move onto Tammy. To my surprise, Tammy griped me tight and stared into my eyes. I looked around and was relieved to see no one else paying attention to us. She motioned my closer and whispered what my wife never let on how handsome I was. I responded with "thank you", and squeezed her butt when my back was to the group. She moaned and ground her hips into my leg. This made me instantly hard. Tammy noticed and let out a purr.

I decided it was time to move on to Jenny. As we danced, she rubbed against me and smiled. I tried to hide my "problem" from her, but she whispered, "Is that hard on for me?" I nodded, what did she know. I whispered to her that she was so hot, I couldn't believe she didn't have a boyfriend. "I do have a boyfriend," said she, "he's meeting me here in about an hour." (Apparently her mom didn't trust her alone, but did trust her with her boyfriend. Go figure.) "I'm sorry to hear that," I whispered. "Don't be sorry we have an hour," she whispered back. I noticed my wife watching us, so I moved on to the other two, and thank God they didn't act horny too.

Soon it was time for another cigarette break, so the four of us went to catch the elevator to the ground floor. The next elevator was crowed, but Tammy and Kim pushed their way on. Jenny and I started on, but stopped. "It's too full," I said, "we'll be down on the next trip. Tammy looked at me with hurt eyes. I shrugged and the elevator door closed. 

Jenny grabbed my hand and said, "You had that planned!"

"Who me?" I said innocently. "Why would I do that? What do you think I have in mind?" 

"Mom must have told you I've been a bad girl, and you want to see for yourself," Jenny said.

I winked at her, and looked around to make sure no one was watching us. When the elevator door opened, we got in and I pressed the 12th floor button, where the restaurant is. As soon as the door closed, Jenny and I grabbed each other and kissed hard, sucking on each other's tongues. I grabbed her ass with one hand and grabbed a breast through her dress with the other. Both felt perfect. Her ass was tight and firm, and her breast was perky, with a tiny hard nipple poking out. She moaned and grabbed my ass with one hand and my crotch with the other. She rubbed my hard on as her tongue darted in and out of my mouth. As the doors opened, we broke way, and I hit all the floor buttons from 11 to 3, just in case Kim and Tammy were waiting for us at the ground floor.

Thankfully the hallway outside the restaurant was deserted. I glanced inside the restaurant; it was almost empty too. I took Jenny's hand and lead her to the men's room, I looked to see it was clear, and I pulled her in. We immediately began groping each other and kissing. We went to the back handicapped stall and locked the door. As we kissed again, I unzipped the back of her dress a few inches and pulled it off her shoulders until her breasts slid out. I looked down, she wore no bra, and they were perfect, erect, "B" sized, with the hardest nipples I had ever seen. I leaned down and sucked on one, then the other, she was in heaven, and so was I. As I sucked them, I reach down and began sliding the bottom of her dress up. Soon I had her panties exposed, and began playing with her ass, then reached around front and touched a huge wet spot.

"Someone is excited," I said.

"Please touch me," she whispered. I reached inside her panties and slid one finger up her dripping pussy, while rubbing her clit with my thumb. I pulled her close with my other hand, and started to gently bite one of her perfect nipples. She grunted and came within 20 seconds. She pulled me up, kissed me and smiled. I asked her, "Can I cum inside your pussy?" She nodded, so I turned her around, slid off her panties, put them in my pocket, and dropped my pants and underwear to my ankles. She bent over and braced her self against the wall. I rubbed my cock along her wet slit several times, then slid it in all the way. She was so tight; I almost came right then.

I grabbed her hips and began to power fuck her, both of us grunting and panting. I knew I wouldn't last long, so I reached up and around with one hand to grabbed one nipple roughly between one thumb and index finger, and then reached around to her pussy with the other hand and pinched her clit. I continued to fuck her while I rolled her nipple and her clit hard. Finally I couldn't take anymore, and buried my cock as deep as it would go. I felt her cervix with the tip of my cock, and shot my load of cum right on to it. When she felt me gush, she shuttered with a huge orgasm of her own. I left my cock in her pussy until all my spasms had gone.

I pulled my cock out of her sopping pussy with a plop, and turned her around. "Clean off my cock with your mouth," I whispered, and she went down on it, licking up all of my cum and her pussy juice. When she was done, I helped her with her dress, but kept her panties. "I want my cum to be dripping down you leg while you're dancing with your boyfriend." She smiled as I pulled my pants up and left to check the hallway for people. We walled back to the elevator, got on, got out on the 4th floor, and walked down the stairs to the reception hall to join the others.

To Be Continued...

The Wedding Ch. 10



Ted Davis and Lori Salter were having a wonderful time at the wedding reception. Locked in each other's arms, they glided around the dance floor as the band played old-time big band favorites.

Ted couldn't get over how lovely Lori looked. She was wearing a white crocheted cotton sweater and pleated skirt. As they danced, she molded her lovely body against his. He could feel himself getting hard and made no attempt to hide that fact from the lovely young woman in his arms.

"I think we ought to hire this band for our wedding," Lori whispered. She loved being in Ted's arms, dancing with him. He was the first man she'd ever known who made her feel truly valued.

"Sounds good to me," Ted said. "I'll make sure to get their number from Heidi."

They continued dancing until the band stopped playing, then they left the dance floor and wandered across the lawn, toward the house.

"I have to go to the little girls' room," Lori said as they walked.

They entered the house and Lori went upstairs. Ted wandered around and discovered Heidi's office in a back corner of the house. He had a sudden thought. "I wonder if Lori would let me make love to her in here." The wild thought startled him. Ted regarded himself as rather conservative and staid. That he'd even consider such a thing was totally out of character.

He walked back out to the staircase, just as Lori came down. "Come on," he said, grabbing her hand, tugging her down the hallway toward the office.

"Ted! What are you doing?" Lori giggled as he ushered her into the room and locked the door behind them. She was aware that he'd had an erection while they were dancing and that his eyes were bright now. She smiled at him. "Exactly what do you have in mind now that you've got me in here?" she purred, leaning against the desk in the center of the room.

Ted walked to her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. Lori felt his tongue sliding between her lips. His hands cupped her buttocks and he pulled her against him. Passion arced between them like high-voltage electricity.

When the kiss ended, Lori leaned back in Ted's arms, keeping her middle pressed against his. "This is wild!" she said, rotating her hips against his. "I like what I feel!"

She surprised Ted by slipping out of his embrace and walking to the window. She stood there, her back to him, not saying anything.

Ted slid his hands up under her top, cupped her breasts, and began rubbing his thumbs over the erecting tips. At the same time, he began to kiss her neck, chin, and ears.

Lori was ecstatic. As Ted's lips caressed her neck and his hands fondled her breasts, hunger surged through her. Her legs began trembling. "Oh, Ted" she purred, "How did you know I wanted you to do this?" His boldness surprised her. She couldn't believe Ted, the strait-laced man she'd come to know and love, was making love to her in an office in someone else's house, in the middle of a wedding reception! But she loved it.

"I didn't!" Ted replied. He kept kissing and nibbling at her ear. "I just knew I did."

"Ohhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!" Lori groaned. Ted continued to caress her breasts, making the nipples stiffen and tingle. "I've always wanted to be seduced in an office," she murmured.

She slipped out of his embrace, moved to Heidi's large, ornate desk, and sat on it.

Ted sat down in the chair and moved it so he was facing Lori. He reached down and began sliding her pleated skirt up, exposing her long, lovely legs. As more and more of her lovely body was exposed to his view, his cock lurched.

Lori watched Ted, trembling with anticipation. He seemed to know exactly what she needed, and he was, as always, being so gentle!

 After he had her skirt pushed all the way up, Ted again slid his hands under Lori's sweater and once more gently cupped her breasts. His thumbs again massaged her erect nipples.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" Lori groaned. Primal sensations tore through her, flooding downward into her groin.

"Does that feel good?" Ted asked. "Do you like that?"

"Oh, yessss!!!" Lori responded. "You know I do!"

"Let's get this out of the way," Ted said. He took his hands from her breasts and lifted her sweater over her head. Lori raised her arms to make it easier for him.

 "I love the way your breasts move when you lift your arms," Ted said. His lips joined his hands on her bared breasts.

"Oh!!! Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Lori groaned and pulled his head against her. "Lick them!! Suck them!!! Touch meeeee!!!!" Then she realized her breasts were no longer being attended to. For some reason, Ted had taken his lips away, leaving her wet nipples cooling in the air.

"Stand up a minute," he said.

 Eagerly, Lori did. He slid her her tiny bikinis down. She felt unbelievably wanton, standing half-nude in there in Heidi's office.

Ted lifted her back onto the desk and began caressing her legs with long, soft strokes of his fingers.

Lori was delighted. His soft, gentle touch enthralled her. He was so gentle! His hands glided up and down her inner thighs, building sensation upon lovely sensation as they did. She leaned back, supporting herself on her outstretched arms. "Please, Ted!" she murmured, "Touch me!!! Touch meeeee!!!"

Ted did and she shuddered. He caressed her vagina, his touch feather-light, almost maddening. He began to stir his finger between the lust-drenched, silken lips surrounding her opening and, involuntarily, her hips began squirming on the smooth top of the desk.

"Ted, I need you!!!" she begged. "Ted, darling, I need you! Please!"

Instead of his penis going into her, Lori felt his warm breath on her, then his lips and tongue touched her center. Bright lights of bliss began to flash as his tongue lashed her middle, then probed into her.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssss!!!!" she cried, "That's it!!!! That's itttttt!!!!! Eat meeeee!!!! Eat meeeee!!!!!" As her hips thrust against Ted's face, exquisite sensations recoiled through Lori. "Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Darling!!! Oh, darling!!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!!! I'm commmmingggg!!!! Eat meeeee!!!! I'm commmminnnnnnggggggg!!!!! Oh, yesssssss!!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!!!"

When her orgasm began to wane, Lori realized that Ted's hands were no longer holding her hips, even though his lips and tongue were still tantalizing her.

"Come here," she heard him say. His hands went to her hips and urged her bottom toward the edge of the desk.

Lori, still feeling occasional eruptions of joy, allowed Ted to draw her toward him. She looked down and saw that he was naked from the waist down, his erection jutting in front of him.

When he had Lori at the edge of the desk, Ted moved closer and, slowly, began to insert his rigid pole into her.

Lori was barely able to comprehend the wonder of what they were doing. The turmoil induced by the orgasm Ted had given her with his mouth had only barely begun calm, but now, as his rock-hard cock began to fill her, she felt herself getting turned on all over again!

Then Ted grabbed her hips and began thrusting his cock deep into her.

Lori felt herself once more begin to an ascent toward the apex of pleasure. "Oh, Ted!!!!" she burbled, "Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!!! So...so goooooodddddd!!!! So goooooddddd!!!!!"

Ted continued the steady motions of his hips, moving his meaty shaft in and out of her. Rush after rush of ecstasy went raced through Lori. God! He was something!

After a while, Ted, red-faced, began thrusting even more robustly. "Uhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhh!!! Oh, God!!! Ohhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!!! Take ittttttt!!!! Take itttt!!!!" he cried, and exploded.

"Yesssssssss!!!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Me, toooooo!!! Me, tooooo!!!!" Lori moaned. Once more she felt bliss exploding inside her. "Oh, God!!!!! Feels so gooooddddd!!! So gooooooddddddddd!!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!!!!"

Their hunger sated, they clung to each other.

"What ever made you do this?" Lori whispered. "It was so wild!"

"I don't know," Ted replied. "You aren't upset because I did, are you?"

"No way!" Lori kissed him, "I loved it!"

They finally disentangled from each other, straightened their clothes, and returned to the reception, just in time for Lori to catch the bridal bouquet.




The Wedding Ch. 11



Eldon Parkhurst stood at the fringes of the crowd at the reception, enjoying watching the other guests interact. At least that's what he was trying to tell himself. He may have been glancing at the crowd, but mostly he was watching Sheila Tomlinson, the young woman who was catering the reception.

Sheila had once been a student of his. He thought she was lovely then and, in his opinion, she was even lovelier now. He wondered if she was married. As he watched the young woman and thought about her, he chided himself. He knew he was being foolish. Sheila was probably married, and even if she wasn't, she certainly wouldn't have any interest in an old man like him.

Just the same, Eldon kept watching Sheila, trying to work up the courage to go over and talk with her. Sheila was wearing an ankle-length flower print dress that had a loose skirt and long sleeves. The top was unbuttoned quite far, exposing a lot of smooth skin, and displaying a little bit of the lacy white garment Sheila wore under it. She wore her soft brown curly hair in the same fluffy style she had in high school. Eldon sighed softly. "She's so pretty!" he thought.

Sheila went about her business, unaware of her former teacher's adoring observation. She stood behind the food table, laying out the last of the food carefully. She knew she could leave once the food was gone, but she hated to. Even though she wasn't part of the group of guests, she'd been enjoying herself visiting with former teachers and friends she knew from school. And, since her husband was off at the races, if she went home, she'd be alone.

Eldon finally worked up the courage to approach the young woman. He made his way through the crowd, to the food table. Sheila was bent over, arranging some dishes, and didn't seem to notice him. "Hello, Sheila," he said.

Sheila looked up and smiled. "Hi," she said. "How are you, Mr. Parkhurst? I...I heard about your wife. I...I'm so sorry."

"Thank you," Eldon said. "You look like you're really busy. By the way, the food is excellent."

"Thank you," Sheila replied. She looked at her former teacher. She'd always liked Mr. Parkhurst. He'd been one of her favorite teachers. In fact, had he not pushed her so hard to maintain good study habits, she might never have decided to try starting her business.

"I...I hope you don't think I'm being forward," Eldon said hopefully, "but would you care to dance?"

Sheila looked around, then looked at him, smiling. "I'd love to," she replied. It had been so long since she'd danced. Her husband wasn't in the least bit interested in dancing.

Eldon's heart leaped. "Wonderful," he said.

They walked out onto the dance floor and Sheila moved into Eldon's arms. He couldn't get over how wonderful it felt to have the slim young woman dancing with him. "How did you manage to get in the catering business?" he asked.

"I...I like to cook and all, and I like dealing with people," Sheila said. "This seemed like a good way to include all those things. Ray...my husband, he's not too thrilled about it, but..."

Eldon was disappointed to hear she was married. "Did you marry someone from Jamestown?" he asked.

Sheila smiled at him and nodded. "Ray Richardson," she said.

Eldon remembered the young man. He had been a bit of a problem in school. It disappointed him that Sheila was married to someone like that. "Do you have any children?" he asked.

Sheila shook her head. "Ray...he says we aren't ready for them yet." Dancing with Mr. Parkhurst was far more enjoyable than she expected it to be. It felt nice being in his arms.

The music stopped and they walked off the dance floor.

"Thank you, Sheila," Eldon said. "That was lovely."

"You're welcome," Sheila replied. "I...I liked it, too. I...I guess I ought to get going. Mrs. Tate said some of her friends are going to clean up, so I don't really have to stick around. All I have to do is load some of my stuff in my car."

"Is Ray expecting you?" Eldon asked. He found himself not wanting her to leave.

Sheila shook her head and her expression grew sad. "He...he's not home," she said softly. "He...he went to the stock car races with some buddies of his."

Eldon saw the sadness in her eyes and had a powerful urge to take her in his arms. It bothered him that she seemed to be unhappy. He put his hand on her shoulder. "You know, you don't have to leave," he said softly. "The band's only taking a break, they'll be back soon."

Sheila looked at him and smiled. "Maybe I'll stay a little while longer," she said. She was surprised by the smile that appeared on Mr. Parkhurst's face when she said she'd stay. It made her feel a little funny inside, and she didn't understand why.

The band did come back and Sheila and Eldon danced every slow number. Sheila was confused by the reaction she had to having her former teacher's arms around her. It felt good, very good! She found herself not wanting the reception to end. The last thing she wanted was to go home to her empty house. When she was in Mr. Parkhurst's arms she felt protected and special. As they danced, she looked into his eyes. He had nice eyes, caring eyes. She was glad she'd decided to stay.

"Thank you for talking me into staying," Sheila said. Impulsively, she kissed Mr. Parkhurst, intending it to be a friendly kiss. She wasn't prepared for what happened, when her former teacher's lips met hers. Kissing him felt better than kissing her husband ever had! Feelings she didn't expect coursed through her.

Eldon, too, was surprised by the emotions evoked in him by Sheila's kiss. He tightened his embrace, pulling her closer against him.

Sheila leaned back and looked at up at Mr. Parkhurst. She wasn't sure why she was feeling the way she did and it frightened her. "I...I guess I really ought to...to get going," she stammered.

"You said you had things you needed to take with you, do you need some help?" Eldon asked. His body was in complete chaos. All he'd hoped for was a chance to have one dance with her and he'd had far more than that. All of a sudden, he found that he didn't want to be away from her!

"I'm...I'm not sure," Sheila replied. "I suppose I could use a hand." Actually, she really did need help.

 "I have to thank Heidi and let her know I'm leaving," Eldon said, "Where is the stuff you need help with?"

"It's in the kitchen," Sheila said. "And my van's out by the garage."

Eldon thanked Heidi and Tim for inviting him, told them what a wonderful ceremony it had been and that he'd really enjoyed the reception, then he helped Sheila load her things in her van.

"Ah...I...I hate to do this," he said once the things were loaded, "but the person I came with left. Do you think you could give me a ride home?"

Sheila smiled and shook her head. "I don't mind," she said, "If you don't mind if I stop at my place, first. I sure could use a hand getting this stuff into my garage."

"No, I don't mind," Eldon said. "Seems to me like that's a fair trade, isn't it?" And it would also prolong the time he'd get to spend with her, which he didn't mind at all.

As Sheila drove toward her home, alarms of warning rang in her mind. She shouldn't be doing this. She was married. She ignored the thoughts. She liked being with Mr. Parkhurst. Besides, all they were going to do was put the things in the garage, then she'd drive him home. What harm could there be in that? The trip to her house didn't take long. She turned into her driveway and shut the car off.

Eldon helped Sheila carry her trays and boxes inside. While Sheila put them away, he looked around. She'd had the two-car garage converted into a rather nice kitchen facility.

"You really have a nice setup here," he remarked.

"Thanks," Sheila replied. "Ah...would...would you like a cup of coffee?" she asked him.  "I...I have some really good gourmet coffee."

Eldon smiled. "That sounds nice," he said. "I'd love some."

Sheila smiled, and suddenly found herself feeling very nervous. "Come on, let's go in and I...I'll start the coffee."

Eldon followed her into the house. In the kitchen, Sheila went to the counter and started getting things together to make coffee for them.

Eldon watched her. "Where do you keep your cups?" he asked.

"In the cabinet by the sink," Sheila replied.

Eldon found two mugs and carried them to where Sheila stood by the coffee maker.

Sheila was still a bit bothered by the fact that Mr. Parkhurst was in her home when her husband wasn't there. She was even more upset that having him there excited her a little. She turned and faced her guest. What she saw in his eyes surprised her. Ray never looked at her the way Mr.Parkhurst was looking at her. A thrill raced through her.

"You know, Sheila," Eldon said softly, "I do believe you've gotten prettier since you graduated from high school."

"Ah...Mr. Parkhurst, you...ah...thanks," Sheila stammered. She could feel herself blushing

"Does it bother you that I said that?" Eldon asked.

"Ah...yeah, sort of," Sheila admitted. "I...Ray...he doesn't say stuff like that to me very much." Actually, her husband never said stuff like that to her.

Eldon put his arm around the young woman, who leaned against him.

 Sheila knew she shouldn't be letting Mr. Parkhurst hold her, but she liked having his arms around her. His embrace made her feel safe and protected. She looked up at him again and, slowly, their faces moved closer and closer, then their lips met.

With fire rushing through her, Sheila slid tongue into Mr. Parkhurst's mouth, where it was met by his. The sensations generated by the collision of their tongues rocked Sheila more powerfully than anything she'd experienced in a long time. She felt her former teacher's embrace tighten and pressed herself against him.

When the kiss finally ended she was shaking and could feel his erection pressing against her. She hadn't planned on this happening but, now that it had started, she wasn't sure she would be able to stop, or that she wanted to!

Eldon was as confounded by the powerful feelings exploding through him as Sheila was. He'd dreamed about her for years, even before his wife died. But Sheila had always been a student, forbidden fruit, and therefore untouchable. Now she was a married woman and Eldon knew she still should be taboo, but having her in his arms was the fulfillment of a dream, a fantasy turning into reality, and he wasn't sure he could stop himself!

He tightened his arms and their lips joined in another passionate kiss. When the second kiss ended, he gazed at the young woman in his arms. She was flushed and, he thought, lovelier than any woman he'd ever seen.

"Sheila...I...I want you," he said softly.

Sheila wasn't sure what to do. Her emotions were in complete turmoil and she couldn't think clearly. Hunger was flooding her, even though she knew what they were doing was wrong. Mr. Parkhurst's kisses excited her more than any she'd ever had. She wasn't sure what to do.

"Mr. Parkhurst, I..." she stammered. "I..."

"I know we shouldn't be doing this..." Eldon murmured. He cupped her buttocks and pulled her against his erection, as if to demonstrate how powerful his need for her was. "...but I'm not sure I want to stop."

Sheila felt Mr. Parkhurst's erection pressing against her belly and knew what she was going to do! With just two kisses, he had her feeling wilder than her husband ever had! She wanted him! She looked directly into his eyes. "I want you, too, Mr. Parkhurst!" she whispered urgently.

"It's Eldon," the teacher replied. His pulse thundering, he scooped Sheila up in his arms. He felt her head fall against his shoulder and her wild mass of soft hair tickled his cheek. He was surprised how light she was! He was so aroused it felt as if his cock would burst through his slacks!

"Through that...that door, then up...upstairs, on...on the right," Sheila gave him whispered directions to her bedroom.

Eldon, with Sheila riding easily in his arms and her slender arms around his neck, moved through the living room and up the stairs to the bedroom.

He deposited her gently on the bed, then stood there gazing down at her, his chest heaving, his heart hammering.

Sheila looked up at him, and was shaken by the passion she saw in his eyes. "You...you won't hurt me, will you?" she asked softly.

"God, no! I could never cause you pain!" Eldon whispered. He knelt next to the bed and began tracing her face with his finger. "I want to give you pleasure, more pleasure than you've ever known!"

The tenderness of Eldon's touch thrilled Sheila. His finger left her face and began exploring her neck and whatever other skin was left bare by her outfit. She'd never been touched so lovingly and it enchanted her. She moaned softly, a look of captivation on her lovely face.

His fingers trembling, Eldon unbuttoned the buttons down the front of her dress. When he pushed it apart he discovered she was wearing a lacy elastic white strapless body suit under the dress and moved to push it down and expose her breasts.

"Don't," Sheila murmured. She laid her hands on his, stopping him. "Please don't."

Her reluctance confused Eldon. "Why do you want me to stop?" he asked.

"It's...it's...I...I'm afraid," Sheila murmured.

"Afraid of me?" Eldon asked.

Sheila shook her head. "I...I'm afraid you won't like my...breasts. They're...they're too small...I..." She'd always believed her breasts were too small, mainly because Ray constantly commented about how small her breasts were compared to those of other women.

"You're beautiful, Sheila," Eldon replied softly. "I know your breasts will be perfect. I want to see them." He covered her mouth with his.

When their lips joined, Sheila arched her neck, opened her mouth and her tongue lashed his. Thrills continued racing through her.

While the kiss lingered Eldon tugged the body suit off her breasts. When the kiss ended, wide-eyed, he stared at her bared chest. Her breasts were small, but they were perfectly formed. The tips, including the skin surrounding her nipples, were swollen and flushed.

Sheila, aware of Eldon's avid gaze, felt embarrassed. The passionate way he was looking at her made her feel funny. "Do...you...do you like them?" she murmured. Nobody had ever looked at her breasts that way! It excited her beyond belief.

"Your breasts are beautiful!" Eldon whispered, watching the rise and fall of her chest. He began stroking her again, marveling at the incredible softness of her skin. It felt like warm silk! His hand moved over her breasts, working out to each erect tip. Her nipples were surprisingly large, considering how petite her breasts were.

"Ohhhhh, God!!!" Sheila moaned. Her back arched as Eldon stroked her with exquisite tenderness. "God, that feels so wonderful!" Passionate sensations rolled through her as his touch aroused her more and more. This was awesome!

Eldon, continuing to caress his former student's velvety skin, loved the sounds that came from her and the way her body moved under his hands. He bent and drew one taut nipple gently into his mouth.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" Sheila moaned. Her hands tangled in his hair, pulling his face against her. "Oh, God, Eldon, that feels so good!!"

Eldon moved his lips moved from one turgid nipple to the other, drawing more impassioned moans from the willowy young woman. Her movements grew more and more insistent.

While his lips adored Sheila's breasts, Eldon slid his hand over her flat belly, pushing the body suit ahead of it. He felt her hips rise to make it easier for him to push the garment all the way down and, with some difficulty, he got it off. Then he slid his hand up one of her slim legs, to her center.

Sheila had never before been this aroused by a man's touch. He was making her crazy! She could feel the fluids of passion seeping from her. He was making her feel sooo good!

"Please!" she moaned. "Oh, please! Feels so gooood!! Oh, God! Feels soooooo gooood!!"

Eldon stopped kissing her breasts, peered at her nude body, and saw a vision so lovely he was afraid he'd come in his pants! "You are the most exquisite woman I've ever seen!" he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. He bent his head, wanting to experience more of her.

Sheila, filled with delight by his comment, almost jumped off the bed when he kissed her navel. At the same time, his hand began to trail lightly up and down her slender, perfectly-formed legs. Thrill after unbelievable thrill surged through her. Mr. Parkhurst had her feeling more fabulous than she believed it was possible to feel!

Eldon was fulfilling a fantasy and was determined to make it last as long as possible! He might never have a chance to do this again!

Between Mr. Parkhurst's kisses and the gentle caresses of his hands, Sheila was quaking with desire. Each gentle stroke and each fervent kiss raised her hunger to levels she'd never experienced before! Then his lips coasted over her belly and his hand touched the silken lips of her vagina. A sudden jolt of excitement, resulting from his caress, caused her back to arch, raising her hips off the bed.

"Ohhhhhh!!! I'm going crazy!!!" Sheila groaned, continuing to press herself against her former teacher's searching hand. Indescribable thrills roiled through her as he tenderly caressed her aching vagina. Her arched body twisted and thrills continued reverberating through her. It almost felt as if he was touching her everywhere at once!

"Ahhhhh!!! Oh, God!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!" she mewled.

Eldon began probing her juicy opening with his fingers. Her groans grew more fervent and she pressed against him more frantically.

"Sooo Gooooddd!!!" Sheila groaned, "Oh, God!!! That feeels so goood!!!"

Eldon slid a finger into her and her hips began a rhythmic thrusting in response.

Sheila was totally overwhelmed! Explosions of delight flashed in her lust-fogged mind. "Godddd!!! Gawwwddddd!!! Aggggghhhh!!!!" she babbled. "Ohhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!" She'd never been this turned on! He kept taking her to the very brink of losing control, then he would back off and let her calm, only to take her once more to an even higher magnitude of need!

"Oh, God!" Sheila moaned, "Please! Oh, please! Please!!!"

Eldon bent and, while still thrusting into Sheila with his finger, sucked her swollen clit between his lips.

Sheila had never experienced feelings like the ones that action evoked. "Ohhhhh! What...What are you...Ohhhhhh!!!" she howled as even more fervent sensations flashed through her. She felt as if she was going to dissolve. "Yesssssss!!!! Yesssss!!! Agggggghhhhh!!!! Agggghhhhh!!!!" she cried, "Oh God!!! Oh God!!! Yesssssss!!!!! Yesssssssss!!! Oh, God, yessssssssssssss!!!!!!"

Sheila knew, at last, the true wonder of making love. As her orgasm ripped through her, her body twisted and writhed, smearing her juices all over Eldon's face. Her desperate motions eventually began to slow, then she lay still.

Eldon got undressed and laid on his side next to her, stroking her face with his fingers, studying at her flushed, comely countenance.

Sheila gazed back at him through eyes filled with adoration. "I thought...are...are we going to...make love?" she whispered. That Eldon seemed just as interested in her pleasure as he was in his own was a new experience for her.

"That's what I hope to do," he said, "Unless you want to stop."

"Oh, no!" Sheila said. "I want you!" She snuggled closer against him.

A thrill went through Eldon when Sheila pressed her lean body against his and began to caress his face softly. 

Sheila felt his erection pressing against her belly, reached between them, and took it in her slim hand. It was so hard and hot! She could feel it throbbing!

Sheila's gentle touch sent a rush of pleasure through Eldon and he shuddered. "Be careful," he said, his voice strained. "You have no idea how desperately I've wanted you, how many times I've...Ahhhhhh!!!...dreamed about...Ahhhh!!!...making love to you!"




The Wedding Ch. 11



Sheila was astounded by his admission. "You...you have?" she asked. She never had the slightest inclination he was interested in her. "I want you in me!" she exclaimed and tugged on him.

Eldon, his need at fever pitch, rolled on top of her. As he did, his rigid shaft slid between her legs. He raised his hips, reached between them, and guided the head to Sheila's moist opening. He lowered his hips and felt his cock begin to slip into her. "You...you're so tight!" he exclaimed.

"Oh, God!" Sheila moaned as Eldon's swollen cudgel filled her, "That feels so good! Oh, God, does it ever!"

Marvelous sensations billowed through Eldon as his shaft crammed her snug sheath. He was making love to her! His dream had come true! When, at last, he was in her all the way, he stopped moving and remained still to savor the elation rippling through him. Being in Sheila was unlike anything he'd ever experienced before! "If I move, I'll come," he murmured, staying still, his cock lodged deep inside her.

He savored the exquisite sensations as long as he could then he began to move slowly. He knew he wouldn't have to wait long.

"Ohhhh!!! That feels so wonderful!" Sheila moaned as delights she'd never dreamed of were bestowed on her. "I...I can't believe how wonderful this is! Oh, God! Yessss!!!!!" She locked her slim legs around his waist and thrust her middle against him feverishly. She desperately sought the release she sensed would soon be hers.

Eldon felt it coming, rushing over him like a runaway train. "Ohhhhhh!!!!" he cried suddenly, "Ohhhhhh!! Oh, my God!!!" Urgent pulses of release flowed through his body as he exploded gob after gob of hot cream into her.

"You're commminnnngggg!!!! Oh God!! It's so hot!!! It feels so good!!" Sheila wailed as Eldon's torrid sauce splattered into her. "Ahhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhh!! I'm commminng again!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! My God!!! My God!!! My Goddddddddddddd!!!!" Her body bucked wildly against Eldon's.

After their frantic joining ended, Eldon and Sheila lay in each other's arms, a bit overwhelmed by their shared experience.

"I've never felt like that!" Sheila whispered. "I...I had no idea I could feel that wonderful!"

Eldon kissed her gently. "I'm glad it was good for you," he told her.

Sheila pushed herself up on her elbow and looked at him. She had obviously gotten over her reticence about having Eldon see her breasts. The view of her bare, lovely chest that close to him was too much for Eldon to resist. He stroked one pert breast, making her shudder.

"Was what you said before true?" Sheila asked him. "Did you really have, you know, fantasies about me? Even back in school?" She felt heat filling her as he caressed her breast. He was making her crazy again! She'd been wrong. Sex could be every bit as wild and wonderful as her friends said it was! She shuddered as by his exploring hand induced new thrills in her.

"I thought you were the loveliest female student I ever had," Eldon replied. "Even if I hadn't been happily married, you were one of my students, and my being so much older than you, would have kept me from doing anything." He shrugged. "But today, when I saw you at the wedding, I realized how lovely and desirable you still are, and those feelings I suppressed all came back."

"I had no idea!" Sheila exclaimed, feeling herself blush. She shuddered again. His loving touch once more had the fires of need blazing inside her!

Eldon was very aware of how turned on Sheila was. He and his late wife had shared an active love-life, so he was quite familiar with the signs of passion. Sheila was exhibiting them clearly. Her face was flushed, she was breathing hard, and her nipples were as hard as rocks.

Sheila, vibrating with need, reached between them and was surprised to learn that Eldon had an erection. "You've got another hard-on!" she exclaimed.

"Ah, it does feels, uhhhhh, that way, doesn't it?" Eldon gasped. He rolled on top of her and began suckling her nipples.

Sheila was again being filled with desire. What Eldon was doing felt so good it robbed her of the ability to talk! Before long, she was writhing and bucking under him, filled with desire for him once more.

"I...I need you again, Eldon!" she said urgently. "Please! I need you again! Take me! Please take me!!"

Eldon put his arms around her and rolled onto his back, putting her on top of him.

Sheila knew what he wanted to do without being told. His erection was between them, pressing against her belly. She kissed him, then raised her hips, liberating his swollen shaft, which snapped to attention. As it did, the tip slid down her belly, between her slim legs, and tapped against the lips of her vaginal. She reached between them, held his cock against her opening, then lowered herself. Ecstasy shot through her as he entered her.

"Oh God!" she murmured once she had him all the way in, "I...I think you're in me even deeper than you were last time!"

"It feels like that to me, too," Eldon replied.

Sheila started rocking her hips and felt the unbending shaft massaging her insides. It felt incredibly good! "My God! Oh, God, Eldon! Oh, God!" she exclaimed as she once more experienced extraordinary feelings of joy. She sat up and received even more thrills when her former teacher cupped her petite breasts in his hands and rubbed his thumbs over her rigid nipples. Faster and faster she moved her hips and felt her lover responding avidly. Each movement brought her to new heights of rapture. She was going to come! She was coming!

 "Ohhhhh!!!!! Yessssss!!!! Aggainnnn!!!! Ohhhh!!! Again!!!!" she cried, "Ohhhh!!! I'm commmminnnngggg!!!! Again!! Yessssssssss!!! Yessssssssssss!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yesssssssssssssss!!!! Yessssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!!!!"

Eldon gripped Sheila's breasts while she shuddered through her orgasm. Then his body rose off the bed and once more he erupted into her. "Unnnnnhhhh!!! Unnnnhhhhh!!!! Take it!!! Take itttt!!!" he groaned as his hot juices spouted into her.

Exhausted, more satisfied than she'd ever been in her life, Sheila collapsed on top of him and felt his arms wrap around her. Without intending to, they both fell asleep. The night passed, but neither of them was aware of it.



The Wedding Ch. 12



Lucy Dreher, a nurse who was a friend of the groom, was starting to think she wasn't going to meet any interesting men at the wedding reception. Then, standing at the food table, she started a conversation with Tom Dawson, who told her he was a guidance counselor at Jamestown High School.

Tom, who had recently gotten divorced, thought Lucy was both attractive and intriguing. And there was no missing the meaning of the looks she'd begun giving him part way into their conversation. "You want a drink, Lucy?" he asked.

After he got her a drink, he asked her to dance. He found being on the dance floor with her very enjoyable. So enjoyable, in fact, that he began getting an erection.

Lucy felt Tom's erection and was pleased. Since Tim Jackman was out of circulation now that he was married, she wouldn't be enjoying his very satisfying love-making any more. This guidance counselor wasn't bad-looking. Lucy had never slept with a teacher and, as always, was open to a new experience.

"What say we take off?" Tom whispered in Lucy's ear when the dance ended.

"Sounds good to me," Lucy replied. "You want to come over to my place for a cup of coffee?"

"Sure," Tom replied, hoping the invitation included much more than coffee. Lucy was wearing a lacy ivory T-shirt and a dark green suit with a short, snug green skirt. Judging from the way the suit looked and felt, it was made of silk. Her fine legs were encased in dusky pantyhose.

"Come one," Lucy said. "I've got my car. You can follow me in yours."

Tom had no problems following Lucy to the home she'd recently purchased. The small house was on the outskirts of town, situated on an isolated lot at the end of a long, tree-lined driveway. The closest neighbor was hidden from view by thick forest.

Tom pulled into the driveway and parked his car next to Lucy's in front of her garage. He got out of his car, walked over to Lucy's car and, just as he reached it, her door opened and she emerged.

She looked at him and licked her lips seductively. "Ah, Tom," she said. "I...I...I'm not sure I should have asked you out here like this..." She brushed her hair back. "I mean, I hardly know you and..."

Tom took a step toward her. He had a feeling Lucy was playing some kind of game, and that he was expected to do something, so he did what he wanted to do, hoping it would be the right thing.

Lucy pleased when Tom's arms wrapped around her and his warm lips covered hers. His embraced tightened and he pulled her against him. Lucy felt desire flaring inside her when the guidance counselor's body pressed against hers and his tongue speared between her lips. With a groan, she wrapped her arms around him, pressed herself against him, and began lashing his tongue with hers. She felt exultant. This was going even better than she hoped it would!

When the kiss ended, she stepped back, her chest heaving, looking up at Tom.

"You really aren't sorry you invited me over here, are you?" Tom asked.

Lucy shook her head. "Hell, no!" she replied.

Tom moved toward her, reaching for her again. His arms again went around her, he pulled her to him, and his lips once more covered hers. His hands gripped her firm bottom, pressing her loins against the swelling at his middle.

The feel of the Tom's hands on her bottom almost made Lucy faint. She felt his hardness pressing against her and was jubilant. Her arms slid around his neck and her tongue stabbed between his lips.

Tom, taking advantage of the fact that Lucy was clinging to him, kept his lips mashed against the hers, his tongue thrusting in her mouth.  Meanwhile, he slid his hands down to the hem of her skirt and pulled it up. He was delighted to discover she wasn't wearing pantyhose, only stockings and sheer silky panties.

Lucy made no effort to resist. She clutched him tighter, kept kissing him, and groaned into his mouth. She couldn't believe what she was letting this guy do to her, or where! He had her skirt up and was fondling her ass! In front of her house! In broad daylight! This was turning out even wilder than she'd hoped it would!

On fire with passion, she clung to Tom while his hands did wild, wonderful things to her. She felt his hands grab her bottom, then he lifted her off her feet. The next thing she felt her warm flesh contacting the smooth, warm, metal hood of her car.

After setting the Lucy on her car, Tom opened his pants and fished out his cock. Then he pulled her against him and, guiding himself with his hand, he pushed the center panel of her panties aside, and thrust his swollen cock into her already-wet vagina. He heard her sigh as his cock slid into her.

Lucy, who enjoyed making love in wild places, was thrilled by what was happening! Tom, this guy she met about two hours ago, was fucking her on the hood of her car! In front of her house! And it was still daylight! She wanted him to fuck her, but this had turned out wilder than she dreamed it would! She moaned and shook as he plunged into her with powerful thrusts. He was making her feel wonderful, very wonderful!

"Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ah!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!" Lucy gasped as Tom lunged into her. What little capacity for lucid thought she had was banished by the powerful sensations evoked by his driving cock.

"Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!! Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!! Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!! Unnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!"she cried, clutching at Tom, shuddering. Then she felt his hot cream spurting into her and bright lights began flashing in her lust-sodden mind. "Mmmmmmmmmmmpppphhhhhhh!!!! Mmmmmmmmmppphhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Her moans continued as a powerful orgasm swept through her.

 "Gnnnnnnahhhhhhh!!!!! Gggggnnnnahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Tom groaned as his seed was unleashed and jetted into her.

Lucy heard Tom's grunts of pleasure as he came. His stabbing hips continued to slide her bottom back and forth on the smooth metal surface of the car and his fingers dug into her ass as he emptied himself into her.

When he finished, Tom held onto Lucy while his cock softened, then slid from her. He'd just shared an incredible experience with her--one of the most incredible experiences of his life, but he didn't intend for it to end here. He wanted to make love with her in a bed.

At first, weakened by the powerful orgasm she'd had, Lucy couldn't muster enough strength to move. She leaned against the Tom, her nearly-naked bottom still on the car, her legs straddling his, their blended juices seeping onto the waxed paint. Her head lay on his shoulder and her arms were still around his neck. She couldn't recall ever being fucked better. She leaned back and looked at Tom. "Wow!" she whispered.

"Want to go inside, now?" he asked, smiling.

"I...I think we better," Lucy said weakly. Letting Tom fuck her on the hood of her car, in front of her house, had been the wildest, and most satisfying, sexual encounter she'd participated in yet!

Tom lifted Lucy off her car and lowered her to her feet. "Come on, let's go inside," Lucy said. She started walking toward the door of the house.

Tom watched Lucy's luscious bottom move as she preceded him into her house. He couldn't wait to see what would happen once they got inside!

Inside her house, Lucy stopped, turned, and looked at Tom.

"Where is your bedroom?" he asked.

"It's down there," Lucy said. She nodded in the proper direction.

Tom stepped toward her, scooped her up in his arms, and started down the hallway. He again had his hands on her bare bottom, which was warm, and slick with the juices of their frantic outdoor coupling. Her head fell against his shoulder, her short, spiky hair tickled his cheek delightfully.

Lucy trembled as Tom carried her toward her bedroom. She still had a bit of difficulty grasping all that had happened between them in the last few minutes. Normally, she liked to be the one in control of encounters like this, but so far, letting Tom have control seemed to be working out pretty well, so she decided to see what he'd do next.

Tom laid her gently on the bed, sat down next to her, and began pulling up her T-shirt. He noticed that Lucy watched him, her eyes wide, but she made no attempt to stop him. When the silk garment was off, he gazed at her with such fervency Lucy's stomach did flip-flops.

Tom couldn't recall the last time he'd seen lovelier lingerie, or a lovelier woman wearing it. Her white bra was lacy, and her scanty bikinis matched it. Her stockings had a lacy band that held them up, negating with the need for a garter belt. He slid his hands under her arms, to her back, and undid her bra, then he removed it. He gazed at the full, firm breasts he'd exposed and took a deep breath.

Lucy was flushed, her chest was rising and falling with her ragged breathing, and desire showed in her eyes. She obviously kept herself in good shape. Her nipples were beginning to emerge from the small, pink circles of her areolas. Her body was firm, her legs strong and well-formed.

Tom bent his head down and captured one of Lucy's nipples with his lips. She groaned and arched her back, pressing her chest against him. She still couldn't focus her thoughts. He'd taken her bra off, now he was sucking her nipples!! Bliss shot through her. She was lost. She was helpless. She'd do anything he wanted! Anything!

Tom's hands and lips moved over Lucy, exploring, teasing, evoking moans of rapture. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow. He loved the wild way she was responding to his caresses! This was one hot woman!

"Yesssssss!!!!!" Lucy cried when his hand slid between her legs and he began to toy with her clit. She couldn't believe she was this hot again!

Tom suckled Lucy's delicious breasts for a while, then he slid his hand down over her belly and pushed her skirt and panties down over her nylon-encased legs. Now, save for her dusky stockings, she was nude. He resumed kissing her breasts, then his lips began travelling down over her lush form.

Lucy groaned with delight. He was kissing her belly and it felt fantastic! Now his tongue was sliding through her pubic hair! She groaned even louder while her body vibrated with exhilaration.

Tom continued to minister to Lucy's quivering physique. His hands slid up and down over her shapely legs while his mouth moved across her rounded belly, into her mass of dark pubic hair. He felt her trembling and heard her ardent moans of joy, and persevered with his caresses. His tongue found the swollen bud of her clit and began flicking it. Lucy went wild.

"Oh! Ohh!! Ohhh!!!! Ohhhh!!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhh!!!!!!" Lucy gasped when Tom's tongue began lashing her clit. Her hips jolted involuntarily, keeping time with Tom's licking tongue. Her hands clutched and squeezed her breasts. She couldn't believe this felt as wonderful as it did!

Tom slid his hand between Lucy's legs and shoved two fingers into her. She groaned, arched her back, and squeezed her legs together, trapping his hand inside her while his tongue continued to torture her clit. She couldn't stand it! It was too much! It felt too good! If he kept going like this, she was going to...

"Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! G-g-g-g-g-gaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!! G-g-g-g-g-ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Lucy sobbed, her hips rising off the bed, her body straining, her insides pulsating.

Tom felt Lucy's second orgasm start and increased the intensity of his activities while her body exploded into frenzied movement and loud cries of abandon emanated from her. He continued to caress and kiss her until she calmed and lay still on the bed, her eyes closed, her chest rising and falling steadily.

Lucy's orgasm had a powerful aphrodisiac effect on Tom. His cock was rock-hard once more. He hadn't intended to let her off with just one fuck, anyhow. He rolled between her legs.

Lucy, still dazed by what had just happened to her, felt Tom roll on top of her, between her legs. His body pressed down on hers and she felt his cock slap against her belly. Yes! Oh, God, yes! He wanted to make love to her again! She felt the head of his massive pole slide between her dripping vaginal lips and began to move into her as he lowered his hips.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Lucy groaned. Delight again spread through her as she was filled with his swollen cock once more.

Tom stroked into Lucy, using a slow but steady pace, watching subtle alterations, brought on by expanding passion, appear on her face. She grew flushed, her eyes softened, and her features began to go slack as his cock rode easily in and out of her.

Lucy felt wonderful. Tom had already given her one terrific fucking, one of the best she'd ever had, now he was fucking her again! Lucy exulted as her body responded to his insistent invasion. Her arms went around him and pulled him against her. Her mouth sought his.

Tom crushed his mouth against Lucy's and thrust his tongue between her lips. Her channel clasped his cock, and her hips rose off the bed to meet his thrusts. He continued his steady pace, plunging his cock into her with an even rhythm. This was every bit as nice as he thought it would be!

Lucy didn't ever want it to stop! The steady, deep plunging of Tom's cock was delightful. Every part of her was tingling. Passion spread though her slowly, delectably. She'd heard of long, slow fucking, but never experienced it. Until now!

Tom twisted his hips when he was in his partner all the way and Lucy burbled with glee when he did. Her arms tightened around him and the motions of her tongue against his increased. Yeah, he was getting to her again!

Lucy felt her body start to quiver. Intense pleasure again began to fill every molecule of her. She was going to come again! Her body pressed against Tom's, seeking more of the thrilling sensations he was bestowing on her.

Tom felt his control slipping. His movements became more and more intense. He'd held back as long as he could. He raised himself up on his elbows and increased the power of his thrusts. As he did, he looked at the woman lying beneath him, impaled on his prong. Every thrust caused her to groan with delight and her jellied breasts bobbed enticingly.

"Gggggnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ggggnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Uuuunnnnhhhh!!! Uuuunnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yessssssssssss!!! Yesssssssssssss!!!! Yesssssssss!!!! Fuck meeeeeeee!!!! Yessssssss!!!! Fuck meeeeeeeeee!!!!!" Lucy shrieked, her body writhing, as she exploded.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Tom roared. His insides uncoiled and his hot sauce spewed into Lucy's clasping pussy. He ground his pelvis against her until there was nothing left in him, then he pulled out of her and rolled to the bed next to her.

Lucy couldn't move, couldn't think, couldn't do anything. She lay there, totally used up, her legs spread, their intermingled juices dripping from her.

Finally Tom rolled over, kissed the lovely woman lying next to him, smiled at her, and said, "I'm really glad you invited me over."

Lucy turned bright red. "I'm glad I did, too. That...what we did...it was wonderful! I...I have to go to the bathroom," she stammered, slipping out of bed and dashing down the hall.

Lucy reappeared in the bedroom door a few minutes later, wearing a fluffy robe. "Do...do you want to have that coffee now?" she asked.

Tom smiled at her. "Sure, I'd love it," he said.



The Wedding Ch. 13



Dr. Dalton Lewis, maneuvered his car into a parking space near Heidi Tate's home. He'd come to the wedding reception alone. His wife had also been invited, but she begged off, saying there was something more important she had to do. Dalton shook his head as he walked toward Heidi's house. Lately, it seemed, Alicia always had something more important to do than be with him.

"Go without me if it's so important to you," his wife said when he told her their presence at the wedding was important because he and Heidi were colleagues. Part of Dalton's practice included doing physicals for the school's athletic teams, and he and Heidi Tate were good friends. Then, when he said that was exactly what he'd do, Alicia had gotten angry. Dalton knew he and his wife had problems and that those problems were probably not solvable.

Dalton was a good doctor, and his patients liked him. He couldn't understand why he had done such a bad job with his marriage. He knew that the demands of a doctor's life often put strains on a marriage, but he believed he'd tried to be a good husband. Despite that, his best efforts didn't seem to have been enough. He knew he was staying in the marriage more because he hated to admit failure in any part of his life than out of any sense of love for his wife.

His thoughts turned to the event he was about to attend. As he walked toward Heidi's house, he saw a few people who looked familiar. Some of them looked at him, puzzled, not sure who he was. That didn't surprise him. He didn't spend a lot of time at the high school, so few of the faculty and staff knew him that well.

He was very well-dressed, wearing a custom-tailored gray three-piece suit. He knew women found him attractive, and quite a few of his wife's friends flirted with him from time to time, but he'd remained faithful, wanting desperately to make his marriage work.

He walked around the house, into the back yard, where tents, tables, and a platform for a band had been set up. Spying an empty chair at a nearby table, he walked over.

"Is this seat taken?" he asked an attractive blonde sitting across the table from him.

"No, please, have a seat," the woman said. She smiled at him.

"I'm Dalton Lewis," he said. "I'm a friend of the bride's. Heidi and I work together occasionally. I was busy, so I missed the wedding, but I thought I'd better put in an appearance at the reception."

"I'm Sharon," she said, "Sharon Hennesey. My husband is a friend of the groom's parents." She made a face. "He's gone to refill his pitcher of beer."

A big, bulky man came lurching back across the floor, holding a pitcher of beer in his hand. The man might have been good-looking once, but his face was beginning to show the ravages of excessive alcohol consumption, signs Dalton recognized immediately. As he watched the man move toward the table, Dalton was surprised that, in spite of the big man's unsteady gait, hardly any beer got spilled.

"That's my husband, Byron Hennessy," the blonde admitted, looking embarrassed.

Her husband carefully set the pitcher on the table, then collapsed into his chair with a sigh. He poured himself a glass of amber liquid from the pitcher, drank most of it in one swallow, then belched loudly.

"Byron!" Sharon exclaimed. She flushed and looked exasperated.

"Hey, cool it, woman!" her husband retorted. "I only came to thish damn thing 'cause you kept buggin me to. Goddamit, if I gotta be here, the least you can do is let me have a good time."

The blonde flushed and rolled her eyes. Dalton smiled sympathetically and nodded to her, as if to signal that he understood her discomfort.

"Byron, this is Dalton Lewis," Sharon said, "he's a friend of Heidi's."

"Nice to meet you, Dalton," Byron muttered as he refilled his glass. Once more he gulped the contents of the glass, as if he were drinking water, not beer. Dalton watched the man's massive head bob on his shoulders, and noticed that his eyes were glazed, red, and teary. Much more beer and he'd be unconscious, or very close to it.

A band walked up on the platform at one end of the yard, then began playing. Dalton saw the wistful look in the blonde's eyes as she watched other couples get up and dance and had an idea.

"Byron," Dalton said, "would you mind if I dance with your wife?"

"Nah!" Byron replied. He made a dismissing gesture with his hand. "Go ahead, dance with her. It'll keep her from buggin' me. 'Long as I've got enough beer, I'm happy." He belched again.

Dalton stood up and extended a hand to Sharon. "Would you do me the honor of this dance?" he asked.

Sharon nodded and stood up. Dalton observed that her figure was trim and lithe. She was wearing a loose high-waisted white short-sleeved dress that had pictures of teacups on the bodice. It ended just above her knees, letting quite a bit of her lovely slim legs show. She placed her hand lightly on his arm and they walked to the dance floor. Then she was in his arms and they were moving around the floor.

"Thank you for asking," she said. "It's been a long time since I've had a chance to dance."

"You dance very well," Dalton told her. He found himself acutely aware of the body he held in his arms. Her warmth and the sweet perfume she wore tantalized him. The occasional pressure of her body against his as they glided around the portable dance floor stirred tension in his groin. He realized he'd gotten an erection, which kept getting harder and harder as her body brushed his.

"I'm reacting just like a goddamn teen-ager!" Dalton thought, a bit surprised by what was happening to him. He made no effort to conceal his growing tumescence. As his penis grew and swelled, he continued holding Sharon close, pressing her body against his.

Sharon felt something brush her leg, realized what it was, and a shudder of delight went through her. It had been quite a while since she'd been sexually satisfied. Byron was seldom interested in making love since his drinking started to increase. She pressed closer to Dalton, excitement growing inside her. "You dance very well, too," she whispered, "I can't remember when I've enjoyed dancing this much."

"Thank you," Dalton replied.

Sharon trembling softly, leaned her head on his chest. This really was wonderful!

They danced almost every dance, especially the slow ones, and all too soon the reception was beginning to wind down. When the band leader announced that the next dance would be the last one, the bride and groom and most of the other guests had already left.

As he and Sharon glided around the dance floor during the last dance, Dalton glanced in Byron's direction. The big man was still tossing down beers. He guided Sharon to the other side of the dance floor. When he was sure the crowd of dancing couples blocked them from view of their table, he said, "Hey," softly.

Sharon looked up at him. "What?" she asked.

Dalton leaned his head down and their lips met. Neither of them was quite prepared for the power the kiss turned out to have. They held it far longer then they'd planned, clinging to each other, doing little more than standing there, swaying, on the dance floor. Finally, just before the song ended, they stepped apart and gazed at each other, too shaken to talk.

When the music finally stopped, they walked back to the table, their arms around each other's waists. Both of them regretted the end of the evening.

"Oh, damn!" Sharon said, the sight of her husband snapping her back to reality. Byron was asleep at the table, his head pillowed on his folded arms, next to his empty glass and the empty pitcher. How was she going to get him home?

"If you don't think I'm out of line, I'd be happy to give you a hand with him," Dalton suggested, noting the look on Sharon's lovely face. "I don't think you'll be able to manage him yourself."

"Thank you, I...I'd love some help," Sharon replied. "You're a life saver. Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all," Dalton replied. He didn't really want to go home and deal with Angela, and his partner was on call for him, so he had no commitments for the evening.

Together they managed to get Byron into his car. The big man was almost totally limp, and only vaguely aware he was being moved.

"What are you going to do with him when you get home?" Dalton asked.

"I'll manage somehow," Sharon said. Actually, she had been considering letting the big jerk sleep it off in the car. It wouldn't be the first time she'd been forced to do that.

"I'd be happy to follow you home and give you a hand getting him into the house," Dalton said. He didn't want his night with Sharon to end yet. He knew he was being foolish, acting like a kid, but he didn't want her to go away and not see her again.

Sharon gladly accepted his offer. She didn't want to lose touch with Dalton, either. She'd had a really pleasant evening because of him. "I'd love the help," she said gratefully.

When they got to Sharon's house they managed to get Byron safely ensconced in bed, then they went downstairs.

"Thank you," Sharon said. "I'm not sure what I'd have done without your help."

"I'm glad I could be of service," Dalton said and bowed.

Sharon flushed. "Would you like a cup of coffee...or a...a drink?" she asked. She didn't want him to leave. "I...I had a lovely time tonight, mostly because of you. I...I'm really glad I...I met you."

"Would you like to go somewhere and have a drink?" Dalton suggested.

Sharon nodded. "Yes. That would be nice," she replied, smiling.

A few minutes later, sitting in Dalton's car as they rolled down the street, Sharon felt giddy, like a teen-ager on her first date. "I...I've never ridden in a Mercedes," she said nervously.

"Like it?" Dalton asked.

Sharon nodded. "I...ah...I think I could get used to it," she murmured.

Dalton didn't really want a drink, and he didn't think Sharon did, either. He decided that, tonight, he would follow his impulses, even if they led to his violating his marriage vows for the first time. "Do...do you really want a....a drink?" he asked.

Sharon looked at him and slowly shook her head. "No...I...I don't, not...not really," she replied.

Dalton turned into the parking lot of a large, expensive motor lodge, drove to the office, and put the car in "Park."

Sharon, realizing what Dalton had in mind, felt a sudden rush of panic. What must he think of her, acting the way she was? Was he married? If he was, what did his wife look like? What kind of lover would he be?  Why was she doing this?

Dalton recognized her discomfiture, mainly because he was experiencing some of the same feelings. "Are you all right?" he asked softly. "If...if you want, I'll take you home."

"No," Sharon replied, shaking her head. "I...I don't want to...to go...home," she stammered.

Dalton got out of the car, went into the office, and registered. He returned to the car, got in, and drove to where the room he'd rented was located.

Sharon sat in the car, silent, hugging herself. It was too late to turn back now. She'd committed herself to whatever would happen.

Dalton got out, opened the door for Sharon, and she slipped out of the car. He slipped his arm around her waist as they walked to the room. He felt her trembling and realized how nervous she was. He wasn't exactly a rock of strength, either. He'd never done anything like this before, even though he'd had the opportunity many times. When they reached the room, he fumbled the key the desk clerk had given him out of his pocket, opened the door, and led Sharon inside.

"Ah...um...now...what?" he asked after he closed and locked the door.

"This," Sharon said softly. She walked over to him and put her hands on his hips. He pulled her into his arms and his lips covered hers.

 Heat flashed through Sharon as feelings that had been laying dormant in her too long were re-awakened. Her mouth opened and her tongue stabbed into Dalton's mouth. His tongue met it and their oral digits dueled. Sharon's legs went weak.

When the kiss ended, she leaned back in Dalton's arms and looked into his eyes. She was having a hard time getting her breath. He looked at her tenderly, stroked her face softly, and ran his fingers through her hair. That gentle gesture added to the roaring sensations of passion that threatened to overwhelm her.

His hand glided down and caressed the skin of her shoulders and throat that was exposed by the top of the dress she wore. "Ohhhhh!!!" she murmured. "That feels heavenly!!!"

"I'm glad," Dalton replied. "I've wanted to touch you since the first time I saw you tonight." His hand slid down and he cupped one of her breasts gently through her dress.

Sharon was afraid she'd faint as wild, wonderful, sensations caused her stomach to churn. She hoped he wouldn't think badly of her body. Although she was over forty, she walked and exercised when she could and believed she had managed to keep herself in fairly good shape. She still occasionally caught men eyeing her when she wore jeans. Byron didn't want her much any more, but Dalton was obviously turned on. Maybe she was still attractive! What Dalton was doing to her breast felt so good!

Dalton was thrilled by Sharon's reaction to his touch. It looked as if she was as hot for him as he was for her! "You know, you are a really beautiful woman!" he whispered.

His words thrilled Sharon. She wanted him to want her! The hand massaging her breast felt so good! It had been so long - too long - since she'd felt this wonderful! She needed to be made love to! Badly!

"Ohhhhh!!!!!!! Yesssss!!" she groaned.

Dalton's hand slid down to the hem of her dress and he began pulling it up. Sharon hesitated for a second, then she lifted her arms so he could pull the dress off over her head. Once he had her dress off, Dalton dropped it, noiselessly, onto the floor. His hands went to Sharon's body and slid lightly over her shoulders, down her arms, then back up again. He felt her shudder. Her breasts - small, but still quite firm and well-shaped - were cradled in a low-cut bra that fastened in front. Her erect nipples thrust out against the sheer garment.

"This really is happening!" Sharon thought and she felt yearning blossoming deep inside her as Dalton undressed and caressed her. No man, other than Byron, had seen her naked in years! What would Dalton think of her body? He cupped her breasts, thumbing her nipples through the bra. She gasped as intense jolts of pleasure shot through her. "Ohhhh!!!!!!!! Oh...Goddddd!!!" she moaned, shivering, "That feels so wonderful!!!" She was afraid her legs, now trembling wildly, wouldn't hold her much longer.

Dalton undid the clasp of her bra and freed her breasts. They sagged only slightly, and her large nipples were straining outward, even her areolas were swollen.

"I...I'm...afraid...I'll...fall," Sharon stammered, "my legs...they...they're shaking so much!"

Dalton put his arms around her, led her to the bed, and lowered her onto it. Then he removed his clothes.

Sharon watched him, her chest heaving, her insides fluttering. Then, when he was as naked, he laid down on the bed next to her. His arms slid around her and his lips sought hers. She turned into him, kissed him, and felt his hands glide softly up her bare back.

Lust erased all rational thought from Sharon's mind! She shivered as he stroked her, then her head rolled back, her face a mask of passion, when his lips and tongue began to work on her breasts.

"Nice!!! Oh God!! That feels soooo nice!!!" Sharon cooed as Dalton's mouth caressed her, building rapidly her to an alarming level of arousal. She'd never felt this good just from having her breasts sucked! If she didn't know better, she'd think she was going to...

"Oh, God!!!!!! Oh, God!!!! What's happening to meeee????!!!!! Oh..God!!!!! Oh, God!!!!!!! My God...I'm..Commmminnnnngggg!!!!!! Dalton!!!!!!! Dalton!!!!!!!!! Yesssssssssss!!!!!!!!!" she cried. Her hands clasped his head and her body writhed frantically as spasm after spasm of delight swept through her. Finally she lay back on the bed, her chest heaving.

Dalton was startled when Sharon came. It had been a long time since he'd aroused a woman so much that she had an orgasm from having her breasts sucked! He moved up next to her, watching the rise and fall of her chest. Then he slid his hand down over her belly and removed her panty hose, leaving her totally nude. The nest of blonde pubic hair at her middle told him she was a true blonde. Her belly, soft, and rounded, showed a faint pattern of stretch marks. She might not have a perfect body, but Dalton found her lovely and terribly stimulating. He kissed the soft skin of her stomach.

Sharon's eyes popped open when Dalton's lips touched her belly. Then his hand began to slide over her legs, each caress re-building passion that had been only partially dampened by her just-ended orgasm. In the middle of rolling wave after rolling wave of delight, she realized his lips were moving toward her aching vagina and she was thrilled! It had been so long since she'd been eaten! Then Dalton's tongue parted her soaking wet labia and her hips rose off the bed, pressing her tighter against his mouth. Startled, she realized she was about to lose control again...

"Aggggggaiinnnnnn!!!!!! Oh...Jesus!!!!!! Agggggaiinnnnn!!!!! My God!!!!!! My God!!!! I'm commmmminnnnnggggg agggainnnn!!!!" Sharon cried. She squirmed frantically as Dalton's lips and tongue continued mauling her vagina. "Dalton!!!! Oh, Dalton!!!!!! Eat me!!! Yesss!!!! Eat meeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!!!!!"

After her orgasm passed, Sharon was acutely aware of the fact that she'd experienced two mind-blowing orgasms while Dalton hadn't had any. She took him into her arms and kissed him. "What about you?" she asked when the kiss ended. "You made me come twice, but you haven't come at all. What about you?"

Dalton smiled at her. "I want you," he replied softly. "You can't begin to imagine how much!"

"Then take me!!!" Sharon exclaimed. "Please, Dalton!!! Take me!!! I want you!" Despite the ecstasy she'd already enjoyed, she was still turned on! She wanted him!

Dalton rolled atop her, kissing her, feeling her rigid nipples pressing into his chest. Her smooth legs parted and locked behind his. His erection, trapped between them, pressed against her belly.

Having him on top of her was wonderful, Sharon thought. And the cock pressing into the soft flesh of her stomach felt huge! Her belly felt as if there were a million hyper-active butterflies fluttering around in it! She wanted him in her! She needed him in her! "Please, Dalton!!! I want you in me!!! Please don't make me wait!!!" she begged.

Dalton lifted his hips and his rigid shaft slid down between her needing, damp, lips. He felt her warmth against the tip of his cock and pressed downward. Tremors shook both of them as the wedge-shaped head parted her labia and began to slide slowly into her passion-slick opening.

"Yesss!!! Yessss!!!" Sharon groaned. "Give it to me, Dalton!!! Put it in meee!!!"

Dalton was surprised how snugly Sharon's pussy clutched him as he forced his way into her. "God, you're tight!" he exclaimed.

Sharon no longer doubted that he found her exciting. What he was doing thrilled her from her toes to the roots of her hair! She pushed her hips up off the bed, welcoming him deeper into her body. She kept pushing herself against him until she felt his pubic hair mingling with hers. He was in her, all the way!

"Goddd!!! I need that so much!!!" she groaned. "Ohhhh!!! Please!!! Don't ever stop!!!"

Dalton began to drive into her and she rose to meet him! He gave her thrills and she returned them! Sharon couldn't recall ever feeling as good as she did at that minute! "It feels so good!!! Ohhh!!! So...so good!! Yes!!! Yes!!! I'm so close!!! Yes!! Yess!!! Yesss!!!" She heard herself babbling, but couldn't stop. The sensations were too much!




The Wedding Ch. 13



Dalton couldn't believe how good she was making him feel, and his own excitement mounted. She was so tight! The walls of her snug cave rippled, the wave-like movements milking him.

"Ohhhhhh!!!...Ohhhhhhh!!!...Oh, God!!!!...Oh, Goddd!!!" Sharon cried, then her body suddenly went crazy. "Don't...stop!!! No!!!...never...stop!!! Yessss!!!! So...Goood!!!!!!!!! Yesssss!!!!! Yesssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

Dalton rode Sharon's bucking body as the throes of her orgasm caused her to strain and twist with surprising strength. The milking action of her vagina drew his orgasm from him. "Nowwwwww!!! Take itttttttt!!!" he cried as his hot, sticky sauce gushed from him in powerful spurts.

Overwhelmed by what they'd shared, they lay in each other's arms, resting after their ardor cooled.

"My God!" Sharon said softly. "I can't remember ever feeling that wonderful! You're amazing!"

Dalton kissed her. "You're pretty special yourself," he told her.

They snuggled together. Since the hour was late and they were both tired, they dozed off, without intending to.

Sharon awoke, disconcerted to discover she was in a motel room with a man named Dalton she'd met at Heidi Tate's wedding reception the night before. She was even more discomfited when she realized that it was daylight. As she lay there, she experienced a rush of alarm about what her husband's reaction would be when she got home, then she decided it didn't matter.

She'd endured Byron's drunken boorishness long enough. He kept promising her he'd stop drinking, but instead his drinking got worse, as did his violent outbursts when he was drunk. She finally accepted the reality that it was only a matter of time before he hurt her. She'd already missed too much of the joy in life because of Byron, and she intended to miss no more!

In this day and age, a divorce wasn't such a bad thing. Lots of women got divorced, especially those married to men like Byron. Their son was out on his own and their daughter was, too. She'd remained in her marriage for them, now that they were away from home, it was time she started thinking about herself!

She looked at Dalton, lying next to her, dead to the world. Carefully, she pulled the covers down, exposing his naked body. He had a very nice body. She wondered what he did for a living. Then, as her gaze traveled over him, she spotted the instrument that had given her so much pleasure the night before, lying limp against his leg.

"It...it looks so small this morning. It sure felt a lot bigger than that last night, when it was in me!" she thought. Moving slowly and with great care so as not to waken Dalton, she took the limp organ in her hand ever-so-gently.  She bent and kissed it and, as she did, it twitched a little, then began to swell. Excitement flooded through Sharon. Without thinking, she did something she'd never done before, she took a man's penis into her mouth.

Dalton had awakened when Sharon pulled down the covers, but he didn't let her know he was awake. He wondered what she planned to do, but never expected her to do what she did. He almost jumped off the bed when she grabbed his penis. Then, when she put it in her mouth, he had to bite his lip hard to keep from moaning. When she began sucking it, he could feel his cock rapidly grow hard.

As Dalton's cock swelled in her mouth, Sharon's insides began churning wildly. She had never done anything like this before. She'd always thought it was perverted to do this, but found that, instead, it was delightful! She shocked herself with thoughts of letting him come in her mouth, but wasn't sure she'd be able to do that. It would be just as wonderful to have his magnificent cock plunging into her again! She positioned herself on top of him, then she impaled herself on him.

"Oh...Godddd!!!" Dalton exclaimed, no longer able to remain silent. "Please!! Don't stop!"

"I...Oh, Jesus!...I...Ohhh!!!...I won't," Sharon replied, rocking her hips, riding him. Beautiful sensations once again lambasted her. "I...I can't stop!"

Dalton looked up and saw Sharon's flushed face and her bobbing breasts. Once again, what they were doing felt fantastic! He cupped his hands around the globes of flesh on her chest and thumbed their distended tips.

Sharon was ecstatic. It was going to happen again! She was on her way to another fantastic orgasm! Dalton had given her more orgasms in the last twelve hours than her husband had given her in the last twelve months! She needed loving so bad! Her hips moved faster and faster. It was going to happen... "Dalton!!! Oh, Dalton!!! Yesssss!!!! Yesssss!!!! I...I neeeeeedddd...ittttt!!!!...Yessssss!!!! I'm...Cominngggggg!!! Yessssssssssss!!!! I'm commmminnnnnggggggg!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she shrieked as her body vibrated from another fabulous orgasm.

"Unnnnnnn!!!!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!!" Dalton groaned, pumping his hot opalescent fluids into her; pleasure rushed through him like a spring flood.

Afterward they lay wrapped in each other's arms, sated. Dalton kissed Sharon, who saw that he looked concerned.

"You spent the night here," he said. "Are...are you going to be in trouble when you get home?"

"Probably," Sharon told him. She shrugged. "But, you know, I don't really care any more. I can't keep taking all of the crap I get from Byron. My life has to change, and it's going to, starting today."

"Are you sure about that?" Dalton asked. Actually, what she said applied to him, too, he realized. Maybe it was time he made some changes in his own life.

"I'm positive," Sharon said. "In fact, I'm going to get hold of a lawyer when I get home and see what it will take to throw Byron out."

"Do you want me to drive you home?" he asked.

"If you want to," she said. "Byron's probably gone to work by now, anyhow."

Dalton kissed her again. "I want to see you again," he said. "That is, if you want to see me again."

"Yes," Sharon said. "I do want to see you again. Very much." She moved against him, and their lips met.




The Wedding Ch. 14



Passion In James County VI: The Wedding

Chapter fourteen

Dean and Nora Abbott said their "Good-bye's" to the bride and groom, then they left the reception. Nora sat against the car door on the passenger side, silent and fuming, as they drove toward their house, but her husband didn't notice that she was upset. He was mentally reliving the way Kathie Dumas had been coming onto him. He felt himself getting hard again, just from the memory of having the woman's body pressed against his.

"Kathie is just about as hot a woman as there is!" he thought. "I sure as hell wouldn't mind getting a little of that sometime! I guess I'm going to have to call her!"

When they got to their house, Cindy, their babysitter, looked surprised to see them. "Gee, you guys are home early," she said. "I didn't figure you guys would be back until almost daylight."

"Nora got bored," Dean replied. His sharp tone of voice clearly displayed his displeasure at having to leave the reception.

"Oh, wow, that's a bummer," Cindy said.

Nora stomped to the stairs and started up to their bedroom. Dean got the young woman's coat out of the hall closet and held it for her. As she slid into it, her hand brushed his groin lightly.

Dean was startled by the teen-ager's gesture. "Was that an accident?" he wondered. "Or did she do it on purpose?" He shook off the thought. Cindy was a foxy young thing, but there was no way she could be coming on to him. It had to have been an accident.

After she had her coat on, Cindy turned, and this time her breasts brushed his arm. Dean looked down at her. The pretty teenager smiled up at him, her eyes bright. She had an extremely attractive face, and a good body. Her long brown hair dangled almost to her waist.

"I'll take you home in a second, Cindy," Dean said. He walked to the foot of the stairs. "Nora, I'm going to take Cindy home."

"Do what you want. I'm going to bed," his wife replied, her anger clearly evident in her tone of voice.

"Look, I have some stuff at the office I have to finish," Dean continued. "After I drop Cindy off, I think I'll go to the office wand work for a while. I really need to have it done by morning. You sure you don't mind?"

"I'll be fine," Nora replied. "You do what you want." She didn't care if he stayed at the office all night. She'd seen him in the corner of the yard, rubbing against that slut, Kathie Dumas like a hound in heat, and wasn't sure she could bear being in the same bed with him.

"I'll try not to be too late, honey," Dean yelled, then he turned and he and Cindy went out the door.

They got in Dean's Volvo. Cindy folded her legs under her and sat on the seat facing him. He looked over at her. He'd known her since she was a baby, but she'd grown up. Now she was a very attractive young woman. A pair of enticing breasts strained against the tight T-shirt she wore. Her lower half, equally well-formed, was encased in a pair of very snug acid-washed jeans. Dean had never really noticed how attractive she was before. Maybe it was different tonight because he was horny from what he and Kathie had been doing.

"Your car is awesome, Mr. Abbott," Cindy said.

Dean smiled at her. "You're pretty awesome, too, Cindy," he said.

"Mr. Abbott! You shouldn't flirt with me like that. I might take it wrong," Cindy replied, flushing.

"How old are you, Cindy?" Dean asked.

The pretty teenager grinned and said, "I turned eighteen last week, why?"

"Last week, huh? Well, allow me to wish you a happy belated Birthday, then," Dean said. He saw that she was blushing and wondered what she was thinking. "Ah...Cindy, would you...would you like to...to see my office?" he asked. He knew he was taking a big chance. What if her brushing up against him earlier had really been accidental? If she turned him down, then told her mother, or his wife...

"Oh, wow! I'd love that!" Cindy exclaimed. "That would be awesome!"

Now Dean knew that her brushing his groin hadn't been an accident. His pulse pounding, he turned the corner and headed for his office, driving fast. He hoped it was late enough so he wouldn't get stopped for speeding.

Back at the Abbot home, Nora got undressed, showered, then slid into bed. She tossed fitfully for a while, unable to sleep, her emotions a jumble. She was angry with Dean for the way she'd seen him acting and wasn't sure exactly what was going on in their marriage.

"What's happening to us?" she wondered as she lay in bed, unable to sleep. "We used to be so happy, now Dean's pawing at other women and ignoring me. What am I doing wrong?"

Nora decided she needed someone to talk to, but it was late and she didn't really want to bother anyone. Finally, desperate, she decided to go next door and see if her best friend, Donna was there. Donna stayed up late most of the time anyhow, so she probably wouldn't mind if Nora came over to talk at this late hour. Besides, Donna had been through a divorce, so she might know what Nora was feeling and how to deal with it.

Nora got up, pulled a coat on over her nightgown, checked to make sure her ten-year old son was sleeping, then she went out the back door and started across the lawn to her friend's house.

Dean pulled into the parking garage under the office building where his law firm's suite of offices were located. He parked in his reserved spot, then he and the young woman got out of the car and walked across the parking garage, to the bank of elevators.

"This is far-out, Mr. Abbott! You have an office in this huge building?" the teenager gushed. As they walked, she linked her arm in Dean's and in doing so pressed her breast against his arm.

"If you think this is far-out, wait until you see my office," Dean told her. They got in the elevator and he pushed the button for the thirtieth floor. When the elevator started rising, Cindy moved close to him and clutched his arm again. "This is, you know, really awesome, Mr. Abbott!" she gushed. "Someday I'd, you know, like to work in a place like this."

"What kind of work do you plan to do, Cindy?" Dean asked.

"I'm gonna be a secretary," Cindy replied. She squirmed against him, continuing to rub her firm young breasts against his arm. "I'm doing really good in the secretarial courses in school."

"I bet you are!" Dean thought, "I bet you're probably number one in your class at taking Dick-tation." He smiled to himself. He was going to find out, wasn't he? And very, very soon.

The elevator stopped on the floor where Dean's office was located. They got out of the elevator and walked down the hallway to the suite of offices Dean's law firm occupied. He let them in through the glass doors to the suite while the teenager clung to him, maintaining the pressure of her breasts against his arm. The effect of that delightful contact was that Dean now sported a huge hard-on, which made walking a little uncomfortable.

"This office is out of sight!" Cindy commented, looking around at the ornate office suite. "Wow, it's fancier in here than it is in our house!"

Dean led the teenager to his personal office. He was a senior partner in the firm, which meant he had one of the prestigious corner offices with large windows that afforded him a panoramic view of the city. Outside the windows, the lights of the slumbering city provided a twinkling vista as far as the eye could see. The girl let go of Dean's arm and walked to the windows.

"Oh, wow, Mr. Abbott!! This is far out!!" she exclaimed. "You really have an awesome office!"

Dean walked over behind her, slid his arms around her waist, and pulled her back against him. Cindy didn't resist. He bent and kissed her throat and neck.

"Ohhhhh!!! Mr. Abbott! What are you doing?" Cindy squealed. The way she was wriggling her firm bottom against him told Dean that, despite her protest, she knew full well what he was doing. He cupped her breasts in his hands, and discovered what he'd surmised earlier from watching her walk and feeling her rub against him. She wasn't wearing a bra!

"Mr. Abbott!" the teenager mewled. "You're making me feel all funny inside!"

Dean hoped that's what he was doing. Actually, he planned to do much more than make her feel funny inside! He began rubbing his thumbs over the tips of her breasts and felt her nipples emerge and harden even more. At the same time, he pressed his hips forward, mashing his cock against her ass.

"Oh, God, Mr. Abbott!!" Cindy murmured, "That feels so awesome!!"

Dean relinquished his hold on the girl's breasts for a brief moment and tugged her T-shirt out of her jeans. Then he slid his hands under the snug garment and it up over her silky skin. He hefted her firm, warm globes again, taking the rigid tips between his thumbs and forefingers, rolling them, stretching them out and letting them snap back.

"Ohhh!!! Mr. Abbott!" Cindy said, "I love that! You really know how to do that, don't you?"

Dean backed to the big leather sofa that sat along one wall of his office, pulling the trembling teen-ager with him. He sat down and pulled her onto his lap, then he pulled her T-shirt off over her head. "You have an incredible body, Cindy," he told the quaking girl, then their lips joined in a torrid kiss.

Cindy's tongue lashed his lips slithered into his mouth, and dueled with his tongue, while her arms slid around his neck. His hands, meanwhile, continued to work on her hard-tipped breasts. Finally, he moved to open the waist of her jeans, and started sliding them down over her flared hips.

"Yeahhhhhhh!!!" Cindy murmured, "Make me naked!"

Once the jeans were off, all that remained on the teenager's lovely body was a pair of scanty white bikini underpants. Dean ripped them from her, then laid her back on the sofa. He got off, knelt next to her, and resumed suckling her breasts.

"Yeahhhh!!! Yeahhhhh!!!" the luscious teen-ager groaned, "Kiss them! Suck my titties, Mr. Abbott!!!"

Dean inserted a hand between the young woman's smooth legs and cupped her slick vagina in his hand, finding it hot and wet. He toyed with it and slid his fingers between her puffy labia. The teenager's hips began rocking and an unbroken litany of delight poured from her mouth.

"Yessssss!!! Yessssss!!! Play with my pussy!!! Finger me!!! Oh, Mr. Abbott!!! Mr. Abbott!!!" she cried.

Dean slid his lips down from her chest, across her heaving belly, and into the lush mat of pubic hair above her quivering opening.

"Oh God!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, Yeahhhhh!!! You're gonna eat mee!! Oh, shit!!! Yeahhh!!! I love that!!! Eat meeeeeeee!!!" Cindy screamed when Dean began working on her tasty vagina with his mouth and tongue. Her cries of delight continued. "Agggggggggghhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!" Her body went wild. "You're makin' me come!! Oh, Jeeeeez!!! Yeahhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

The girl's fine young body writhed and twisted in Dean's hands and his face slathered around in her dripping gash, getting covered with her juices as the orgasm exploded through her.

"Oh, Mr. Abbott!" Cindy murmured happily after the exquisite spasms finally calmed. "Nobody ever made me feel like that before! Not ever!"

"That's just the beginning, Cindy," Dean told her. He stood up and took off his clothes, exposing his penis, distended and swollen with need. "Come here, Cindy," he said and reached out his hand to her. A confused look on her face, the young woman let him pull her to her feet and lead her over to his desk. He sat her on it, moved between her legs and pressed her back so she was lying down. Then he plunged his erection into her slick furrow.

"Oh, Yeahhhhhhh!!!!" Cindy groaned and locked her legs around his waist. "Fuck me, Mr. Abbott!!! Fuck me good!"

As Dean's cock stabbed in and out of the girl, he relished the delightful friction of her tight young pussy on his thrusting cock.

"Big! Jesus, you're so big!!" Cindy crooned. "My God, Mr. Abbott! It feels like you're splitting me open!!!! I don't care!!! Fuck me!!! Fuck me hard!!! Give me your big cock!!"

That was exactly what Dean intended to do. While he continued to fuck her, he grabbed her breasts, squeezing them, pulling at the nipples.

"Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!!" Cindy cried, "Goddamn!!! Goddamn that feels good!!! Oh, shit!!! You're gonna make me....Goddamn it!!! Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I'm cummminnnnnnnnnnnnggggg!!!! I'm cummmmmminnnnnnngggg aggggainnnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!"

Cindy's third wild orgasm triggered Dean's and, his groans echoing hers, he spewed his molten fluids into her.

They sat on the sofa afterward. Dean smoked a cigarette, while Cindy laid there, her head on his thigh, toying with his limp penis.

"Wow!" she said. "You sure are awesome, Mr. Abbott! I didn't know I could come that many times! You made me come three times!!"

"A pretty girl like you deserves to be well-serviced," Dean remarked. He stubbed out the cigarette in an ashtray and looked down at her.

Cindy looked up at him, her eyes wild. "I want you to fuck me some more!" she said.

"I think I'm pretty well fucked out," Dean replied. He had been thinking about getting cleaned up and taking her home. Intellectually, she wasn't much. But she sure as hell could fuck!

Cindy did something that changed his mind about taking her home, at least right at that moment. She bent down, took his flaccid penis in her mouth and began sucking on it. The second her lips wrapped around his cock, Dean found himself growing hard again. Soon she had him gasping with pleasure.

He reached for her, pulled her up, and positioned her on his lap, trapping his newly-risen cock between them. Then he lifted her and, when she positioned his cock at her slit, he lowered her slowly onto him.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Mr. Abbott!!!" Cindy moaned. "Yeahhh!! Oh, yeahhh!! Fuck me again!! Yeahhhhh!!!"

Dean leaned forward and began nibbling her nipples. Cindy responded by twisting wildly on his impaled cock. He held her hips, holding her tight against him while he drove up off the sofa into her.

"God, Mr. Abbott!" the teenager exclaimed, her face flushed, "I don't think I'm ever gonna get enough of your cock!"

Faster and faster her hips began to move. Her hands gripped his shoulders, her fingers digging into his skin. Then she stiffened and began to wail, "Yahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! I'm cummmmmminnnnnnngggggg!!!! Oh, God!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!! I'm commmminnnnnnggggg agggaiinnnnnnnnnnn!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Once more, the teenager's passionate explosion drew an equally passionate response from Dean, and he spewed into her what little seed he had left.

When it was time to clean up, Cindy was impressed to learn that Dean had a bathroom, complete with shower, in his office. They had a playful time in the shower, then they dried each other off, got dressed and left.

"Mr. Abbott, are we going to do this again some time?" Cindy asked as they drove toward her house.

"We certainly will!" Dean replied. She might not be a genius, and her teen-age exclamations bugged him a little, but she was a fine piece of ass, and Dean wasn't about to pass up another opportunity to experience delight with her. "We'll get together again as soon as I can arrange it."

"Oh, wow!" Cindy said. "Call soon, will you?"

Dean dropped Cindy off at her home, then he returned to house. He was surprised when he walked into the bedroom and discovered that his wife wasn't there. Her car had been in the garage and he expected to find her asleep, but it looked like she wasn't home. On the way home from the wedding reception, he had a feeling his wife was angry with him about something, and didn't want to fight with her, so the fact that she wasn't home didn't bother him too much.

He found a note from Nora laying on top of their bed, picked it up, and read it:

Dean, 

I went over to Donna's because I needed someone to talk to. I'm not sure when I'll be be back, but you and I really need to talk about what's happening to us. I know I probably shouldn't have left Billy alone, but I had to talk to someone. 

Nora

Dean frowned as he read the note. "What the hell is she talking about?" he wondered as he got ready for bed. "She sure as hell doesn't have anything to complain about. I give her everything she wants. She's got this house, a new car, all the clothes she wants. What else does she need?" Full of righteous indignation, he got into bed, pulled the covers over him, and turned out the light.



The Wedding Ch. 15



Passion In James County VI: The Wedding

Chapter fifteen

Nora walked up onto her neighbors' back porch and knocked on the door. After a few minutes, a man in a bathrobe, who she'd never seen before answered the door. Seeing him there, in Donna's house, surprised her.

"Ah..." Nora said, "Is...is Donna home?"

Frank Miller, who was house-sitting for his sister and her husband, was surprised to find Nora Abbott at the door this late. On his way back from the store earlier that day, he'd seen his sister's neighbor, who he thought was quite attractive, and her husband leaving their house dressed in fancy clothes. Now, in the middle of the night, she was at the back door of his sister's house. Her eyes were red, as if she'd been crying, she was wearing a tan trench coat, and her dark, curly hair was disheveled. "I'm Frank Miller," he said. "Donna is my sister."

"I'm Nora...Nora Abbott," she stammered.

"Mrs. Abbott, please come in," Frank said. "You look upset. Is something wrong?"

"Uh, no, not really. I...I'm just having a bad day and I needed to talk with someone, I sometimes bother Donna when I'm feeling like this," Nora replied, wiping her eyes with the back of her hands as she walked into the house. "Is...is Donna home? I...I really do need to talk with her."

"Ah...I'm sorry, Nora," Frank said. "They've gone away for the weekend. I had to be in town for a few days, so they have me house-sitting for them."

"Oh, God!" Nora replied. Tears began to flow more copiously from her eyes. "I...I'm so sorry I bothered you. I...I better go." She turned and started for the door.

Frank, who had gone through a bad divorce years earlier and spent days at a time alone in the cab of his truck driving cross-country, knew only too well what it was like to be upset and lonely and have nobody to talk with. This woman looked like she felt the way he had not to long ago. And if she felt that way, she really did need someone to talk to. "Look, I'm a good listener," he said, "If you want, I'll make some coffee and you can talk to me."

Nora stopped, turned, and looked at him uncertainly. "I...I don't know..." she said softly. "I...I don't want to bother you. I...it looks as if I've already disturbed your sleep." She sniffled, took a tissue out of her coat pocket, and blew her nose.

"Hey look," Frank said, "I'm awake now, I've got plenty of time, and I really am a good listener."

"I...I don't know," Nora said hesitantly.

"I'm serious about this. I'll make coffee. You can have a cup with me and tell me your troubles," Frank insisted.

Nora shrugged. "I...I guess it wouldn't hurt," she said. She really didn't want to go back to her house where she'd be alone. And a cup of coffee would be nice. She sat down at the kitchen table.

Frank filled the coffee pot, then he sat down at the kitchen table next to Nora. She sat there, still sobbing, so he put his hand on her shoulder. He wasn't prepared for the rush of delightful sensations that coursed up his arm when it came in contact with his sister's neighbor. He'd been without feminine contact for almost a year and Nora Abbott was a very attractive woman. He felt things happening to him and knew that if he wasn't careful, he'd have a hard time standing up when it was ready. On the other hand, having his arm around her shoulders did seem to be calming her, so he left his arm where it was.

"So, are you going to tell me what's bothering you?" he asked.

"It's...it's...I think my husband is cheating on me!" Nora exclaimed suddenly. She again dissolved into heavy sobs.

Frank knew very little about Mrs. Abbott's husband, except that his sister had mentioned he was some kind of big shot lawyer and that she didn't like him much. If he remembered correctly, Donna said Mr. Abbott always acted like his shit didn't stink. What Frank had seen of the guy as he came and left from the house next door hadn't impressed him much. Abbott was good-looking, but he did have an arrogant look about him. "Are...are you sure about that?" he asked. Nora's comment had touched a nerve. His marriage had ended because of his wife's cheating.

Nora nodded and tears splashed into her lap and her body shook as she cried. Frank began rubbing her back and realized he couldn't feel any bra strap. He looked at her more carefully. It looked as if all she had on under her coat was a nightgown! That didn't nothing to help his situation. He was supposed to be comforting her - and maybe he was - but, unfortunately, he wasn't getting much comfort himself.

Feeling guilty about having the kind of thoughts he was about the vulnerable woman sitting at the kitchen table, Frank got up to pour coffee. He kept his back to Nora so she wouldn't see the bulge which was growing in his pajama pants and was ill-concealed by his bathrobe.

"Go on," he said, "I'm listening."

"We...we went to a wedding reception...tonight," Nora sobbed, "And...and I saw him...Dean...he was with someone else!" Once more, she began to sob.

Frank filled two cups with coffee, carried them to the table, set them down, and sat down again, adjusting his legs so he wouldn't be too uncomfortable. "You saw him with another woman at the reception and thought he was flirting with her, right?" Frank asked. Maybe she was just imagining that her husband was cheating.

Nora put her head in her hands. "No...no...I...I actually saw him...he was...they were..."

Frank, stunned, didn't say anything, he just continued rubbing her back. Had she really seen her husband getting it on with another woman? That, too had happened to him. He was a long-distance trucker. He came home from a long trip unexpectedly and caught his wife in bed with another man. Although he'd had suspicions about his wife's unfaithfulness before then, what he saw ended their marriage once and for all. 

"I...I guess I really didn't see them...you know...doing it," Nora sobbed. "But...you...you could tell..." She paused shuddered and took a deep breath. Then she gave Frank a heart-wrenching look. "What...what am I going to do? I...I must not be much of a woman if I can't keep my husband."

"Look, I'm sure it isn't your fault," Frank said. He was angry. How could this Abbott jerk cheat on someone as nice as Nora seemed to be? And not only was she nice, she was drop-dead gorgeous. "If what you think is true, then your husband is the one with the problem, not you. Any man who would cheat on a woman as pretty as you are isn't much of a man in my book. I can't believe your husband could do that to you."

"But...but it...it has to be my fault," Nora replied, "I...I mean, why else would Dean be looking at other women?"

Frank wanted to say, "Because he's an asshole," but he didn't. He found it impossible to believe Nora was lacking as a woman. He continued rubbing her back. And it continued to have an extremely pleasurable effect on him, even if it wasn't doing anything for Nora. She did seem to be calming down, though. She was sobbing a bit less than she had been.

Nora looked at Frank. "Do...do you really mean what you said?" she asked. "Do you really think it's possible Dean could be the one with the problem?"

"Ah...I, ah, I think you are, you know, attractive," Frank replied. "And...you...you seem very nice. Donna says you're really a good friend and all and..." His voice sounded funny to him. He hoped Nora didn't notice.

Nora studied his face carefully. "Really? You think I'm pretty?" she asked.

Her question caught Frank off guard. "Ah...yeah, I...ah...I do," he stammered. His face felt hot. "I...I'm sorry," he stammered, "I...I don't mean to be, you know, forward, or anything. But...well...you did ask."

Nora smiled at him gently. "Please don't be embarrassed," she said. "I think it's sweet that you said that. And...what...what you were doing...that...it felt nice." She blushed. "Rubbing my back, I mean."

Frank found himself in a dilemma. He was alone in his sister's house with a very attractive, vulnerable woman and he had a raging hard-on. Nora said she liked it when he rubbed her back, but she was facing him now, so he couldn't do that. Instead, he began stroking her arm.

Nora smiled softly, closed her eyes, and let her head fall back. "That does feel nice," she murmured. "It's certainly helping me calm down." She was surprised how open she had been with this man she'd just met. Talking with him had been a real comfort.

"I bet you could use a hug," Frank said, surprising himself. He had been thinking that, but had no intention of verbalizing his thought. It just came out before he could stop himself. "Way to go, dummy!" he thought. "Won't you ever learn to put your brain in gear before you put your mouth in motion?"

Nora looked at him, nodded slightly. "You're right," she said softly. "I certainly could use a hug." She leaned forward.

Frank put his arms around her. She moved against him. He could feel her breasts pressing into his chest. His throat tightened and his penis leapt in his pajama bottoms, but he kept holding her. It felt awfully good.

Nora tilted her head back and looked up at him, her lips parted ever so slightly. Once again Frank did something without thinking first. He covered her lips with his.

At first Nora stiffened when the man's lips covered hers. She knew she shouldn't be doing this! But he really had been nice, listening to her, calming her down. Besides, kissing him felt wonderful! She was surprised to feel herself kissing him back.

Their kiss grew more ardent and passionate the longer they held it. Frank's tongue caressed Nora's lips and, tentatively, her tongue came out, seeking his. Her arms slid around his neck and she pressed against him with a soft groan. The woman's reaction was totally unexpected by Frank.

When, finally, the kiss ended, Nora leaned back in Frank's arms and gazed at him, her chest heaving, her body trembling. "What's happening?" she whispered. "I...I feel so strange. I...I haven't felt like this in such a long time."

"It felt wonderful to me," Frank said. "You feel wonderful to me." He traced her face lightly with his fingers.

Nora continued gazing into his eyes. She was thoroughly confused. Powerful emotions were roiling inside her, threatening to overwhelm her. She knew what she was contemplating doing was wrong, that she should get up and leave before she acted on her brazen thoughts, but she couldn't move. She really, she finally admitted to herself, didn't want to leave.

Frank stood up, took Nora's hand, pulled her to her feet and into his arms once more. She moved against him and again their lips joined in a passionate kiss. When the second kiss ended, Frank began leading the attractive woman out of the kitchen, down the hallway, toward his bedroom.

"What...what are you doing, Frank?" she asked. "Where...where are you taking me?" She didn't really need to ask. She'd been in Donna's house often enough so she knew. He was taking her to his room! She knew she shouldn't be going with him, but she couldn't stop herself. If Dean could do this, so could she!

"I want to make love to you, Nora," Frank replied softly, knowing he was taking a big chance. He fervently hoped she wouldn't tell him to stop and leave. "I want to prove to you that you're wrong about not being woman enough."

Nora knew she shouldn't let this happen, but she was unable to tell him to stop. Instead, she went with him.

Frank, his heart slamming against his ribs, his legs barely working, clutched Nora's hand as they walked down the hall to his bedroom. Once they were in his bedroom, they faced each other. Nora's chest was rising and falling and she gasped for breath. Her eyes were squeezed shut. She hadn't said a word since Frank expressed his intention to make love to her. He began opening her trench coat.

Nora, trembling, made no effort to stop Donna's brother when he started to remove her coat. He pulled it off, then dropped it on the floor. Then his fingers began to race lightly up and down her bare arms. She could feel goose-bumps rising where he touched her.

"You...your touch is wonderful," she whispered. "So soft..."

Frank stared at Nora and gulped. He couldn't believe how lovely she was. She had on a white cotton nightgown that had ruffles around the waist and wrists, and lots of lace across her ample breasts. There were buttons down the front of the nightgown. Very gently, he opened them. He pushed the nightgown down over Nora's shoulders and heard her sigh. The nightgown pooled at her feet and she stood there, naked, looking extremely vulnerable and very desirable.

"Dean...he's the...the only man who's ever seen me this way," she murmured as Frank stepped closer to her and began caressing her trembling body tenderly.

Frank ran his hands lightly over her silken skin, down her sides, and began caressing her buttocks. Nora's mouth opened and a soft moan issued from her. Frank pulled her against him and continued caressing her as her soft murmurs of delight continued. He could feel her trembling as she leaned against him.

"I...I'm scared," Nora said, her voice very soft.

Frank kissed her. "You don't have to be frightened," he said. "I'm not going to hurt you." He laid her down on the bed and stood there, gazing fondly at her. Her breasts, still firm, sagged a little, but her nipples had begun to emerge from the dark areolas which surrounded them. Her belly was softly rounded and there were a few stretch marks. Her hips were wide, and her legs were strong and well-formed. She was, he thought, just about the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen!

Frank knelt next to Nora, bent over her, and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. Nora grasped his head and moaned. He moved his lips from one breast to the other, sucking the tips, massaging her other breast with his hand while he suckled it's mate. Her body began to twist and turn and the volume of her moans increased.

Suddenly Nora's back arched and she began to wail. Her hands were tangled in Frank's hair and she pulled at him so hard he was afraid she'd pull his hair out. She shuddered and moaned for what seemed like an eternity, then she relaxed back on the bed.

Nora lay there, gazing up at Frank, feeling just as bewildered as he looked. "What...what happened? I...I've never, ever felt anything like that!" she gasped.

Frank was pretty sure she'd come. "That's never happened to you before?" he asked. Had she never had an orgasm before?

Nora shook her head. "Never," she replied. "Not just from having my nipples sucked! Ohhh, God! It felt so wonderful!"

Frank began kissing her breasts again, and while he did, he also began to explore the rest of her magnificent body with his hands. She murmured with delight and pressed up off the bed against his caresses, then she began to moan even more passionately when his lips began moving onto her gently rounded belly.

"Don't...don't you think I'm too heavy?" she asked. Only recently, Dean had suggested that she might want consider getting a health-club membership so she could get back the figure she used to have before their son was born.

"I think you're lovely," Frank whispered. "I don't think I've ever seen anyone more beautiful!" He slid his hand between her thighs, onto her vagina. Her clit was erect and, as his hand slid over it, her body jolted, as if she'd been given an electric shock.

"Ahhhhhh!!!" she cried. "Oh, God! That feels wonderful!"

Nora's legs fell apart when Frank began tracing the outline of her wet opening with his finger, letting it glide through her silky soft labia, then he slipped his finger between them. Her hips rolled upward as his finger moved into her, and her body responded avidly, seeking the penetration that was giving her so much pleasure.

"Yesssss!!! Do it!!! Oh, Yesssss!!!" Nora groaned. Her protestations of pleasure continued as her body again began to fill with need.

Frank's lips traveled across her belly to the dense mat of dark pubic hair covering her middle. He continued kissing and licking her, wanting to taste her, to know what it would feel like having his tongue in her pussy, to give her pleasure that way. He wanted to give her as much pleasure as he possibly could.

"What...what are you doing?" Nora asked suddenly, a trace of trepidation in her voice. Her legs stiffened and she tried to bring them together, to keep Frank from doing what he apparently intended to do. Before she could stop him, he got his head between her thighs and captured her erect clit between his lips.

"Ahhhhhh!!! My Goddddd!!!" Nora cried. Her hips rose off the bed, her hands pulled at the bed covers, then her body went rigid and she again began to quiver. "Eeeeeeeeeaaaaaaiiiiii!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaiiiiiii!!!! Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiii!!!!!"

Frank heard Nora's high, keening wail and felt her vagina clasping his finger as she peaked.

A bit later, while Nora lay on the bed, calming, Frank got up, stripped off his bathrobe and pajamas, then he laid back down on the bed next to her.

Nora rolled on her side and gazed at Frank, her eyes large and fluid. "I...I never knew," she said. "All these years, I never knew making love could be this wonderful! What...what about you?"

Frank kissed her softly. "You don't need to worry about me," he said, "I have every intention of sharing even more pleasure with you."

"Yessssss!!!" Nora hissed. She rolled on her back, opened her legs and pulled Frank on top of her.

Lying atop Nora's lush body, Frank lifted his hips, reached between them, grasped his rigid penis and guided it to her still-wet opening. Then he slowly lowered his hips, forcing his blood-engorged organ into Nora. Her vagina was, he discovered, incredibly tight, and ecstasy swept through him as he slowly entered her. Her hips rose, drawing him all the way into her.

Nora's arms went around him, she pulled his face down to hers, and covered his lips with hers. "I...it...its never, ever felt this good!" she exclaimed, sounding a bit awed, when the kiss ended. She began to move her hips urgently against him.

Frank thrust deep into the lovely woman. He was super-excited and knew he wouldn't be able to stand the delectable grip of her tight opening very long. But then her body began to quiver again and he felt rippling sensations began in her vagina, rippling sensations that caressed his erection, bringing him even closer to exploding. No longer able to wait, he surrendered to the overpowering feelings and began spewing blast after powerful blast of his scalding cream into her.

Waves of pleasure swept over Frank as his loins pumped his fluids into Nora. It was his turn to moan in pleasure and ecstasy, and as he did, he heard Nora's wails of delight joining his. She was coming again!!!

"Take meeeeeee, Frank!!! Oh, yesssssss!!! Oh, yesssssssss!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!! Take meeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Nora cried, her fingers digging into his back, as another powerful orgasm swept through her.

Afterward, they rested in each other's arms. Nora snuggled against Frank, put her arm around him, and began stroking his back. She smiled at him. "I'm so glad I decided to come over to see Donna tonight..." She paused for a second. "...and that you were here, Frank." She blushed attractively.

"I'm glad I was, here, too," Frank replied. Nora's exploration of his body became bolder. He rolled onto his back to give her better access to his body. What she was doing to him certainly did feel wonderful!

Nora, still experiencing nagging feelings of guilt, but ignoring them in place of the delight she was getting from Frank, slid her hand across his belly, into his pubic hair, which was matted and damp from the juices of their recent joining. She grasped his limp penis and began stroking it between her thumb and forefinger.

Frank felt pleasure stirring deep inside him once more. He was responding powerfully to Nora's tentative caresses. It didn't take long before, as a result of what Nora was doing to him, Frank's penis was once again jutting proudly from his loins. He was now the one twisting and turning and groaning with pleasure.




The Wedding Ch. 15



Nora, barely able to believe how brazen she was acting with a man who, for all intents and purposes was a total stranger, got to her knees, bent over him, and laid her head on his belly.

Nora's soft, dark hair tickled Frank, inflaming his desire still more. This was far exceeding any fantasy Frank ever had about Nora.

Nora, her hands trembling, brought the tip of Frank's erection to her lips and kissed it, then she kissed it again. She turned her head, looked up into his flushed face, and smiled.

"It...it doesn't taste as bad as I thought it would," she whispered, her voice full of wonder. She turned her head and licked his swollen penis again. Then, she let her tongue slide up and down the swollen, veined side of the erect organ clutched in her hand.

Frank's erect penis twitched in her grip and jolts of excitement shot through him. Warmth and wetness engulfed him then, when she took almost all of his throbbing shaft into her mouth. Nora began to suckled him and the sensations Frank felt were so exquisite he wasn't sure he'd be able to keep himself from coming in her mouth.

Nora, kept sucking on Frank and as she did, she felt herself becoming more and more aroused. He reached under her and began pulling on her nipples, causing exquisite sensations to sweep through her, bringing gasps of delight from her that echoed his.

Just when Frank didn't think he could stand it any more, Nora let his erection slide out of his mouth and sat up, leaving his straining wet shaft waving in the air.

"I want you again," she announced breathlessly. "I...I have to have you again!"

"Ride...me!" Frank gasped, forcing the words out through a throat tight with passion. "Sit on me and put it in you!"

Nora swung her leg across him and settled atop him, her velvety inner thighs caressing his sides, her damp vagina trapping his rigid shaft between them. She slid upward, rubbing her slit against the underside of his steel-hard rod. After teasing them both for a while with gentle motions of her hips, she reached between them, grasped his turgid wand, raised her hips, then she slowly lowered herself onto him, sighing as his shaft slid up into her. "Oh, yessss!!!" she moaned, beginning to rock her hips, making his erection whip around inside her, stimulating both of them.

Frank grasped her bobbing breasts, his thumbs rubbed over her rigid nipples, and her head rolled back. Once more his bedroom room was filled with their impassioned cries of shared desire. It wasn't long before Frank felt Nora begin to tremble, then he heard the onset of the sounds that signalled that she was coming.

He held on to her breasts, his thumbs teasing the unyielding tips as her body shook, her cries got louder, and she exploded into a fit of extreme ecstasy.

"Yesssss!!! Oh, God!!! Yesssss!!! Yesssssssssssssssssssssssssssssss!!!" Nora cried, her body jolting tempestuously, as a powerful orgasm wracked her. "Yesssssssssssss!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

When Nora's orgasm began, Frank felt his fluids bubble up from deep inside his body, then they gushed from him, filling her to overflowing. He could feel their blended juices dripping onto him, and dribbling over his balls and between his buttocks, tickling him.

Slowly, Nora's spasms of joy passed. When her orgasm finally ended, she collapsed onto Frank's chest and didn't move for quite a while.

A bit later, she looked down at Frank, smiling, then she looked at the clock on the table next to the bed, and a look of panic formed on her face. "My God! Look at the time!" she exclaimed. "I...I've got to get home!"

Reluctantly, they got up, cleaned up, and put their nightwear and robe back on. Frank helped Nora into her coat, then he walked her to the door. Before she went out, he pulled her into his arms and they kissed passionately.

"Will I see you again?" he asked her when the kiss ended. "Do...do you want to see me again?"

Nora looked thoughtful for a moment, then, gazing directly into Frank's eyes, she said, "I do! Heavens, yes I do!" She hugged him fiercely.

"Why don't you come over again tomorrow, then, after your husband goes to work?" Frank suggested. He chuckled. "I guess I really mean later today, don't I?"

"I...I guess so," Nora replied. She kissed him again. "I'll be over later," she said. "I really will!"



The Wedding Ch. 16



Amanda Dillon wasn't sure she should have accepted Bob Samuelson's invitation to spend the night at his house. She had danced with him at the wedding reception, and during one particularly passionate clutch, he asked her if she wanted to spend the night at his house so they could do more than dance.

"My wife and daughter are out of town," Bob whispered in her ear. "We can have a lot of fun."

Amanda, a detective sergeant on the Jamestown Police Department, recalled how she discovered what a terrific lover Bob Samuelson was. She gained that knowledge when she stopped by his house a few months earlier to do a security evaluation, and accepted his invitation although she did have reservations.

"I should forget this and tell him to take me home," the attractive detective told herself, but she kept silent as Bob drove them his home. "I mean, what the hell will happen if his wife comes home unexpectedly."

They arrived at the Samuelson home. Bob pulled into the driveway, shut off his car, then he turned and looked at Amanda. "Shall we go inside?" he asked.

"Ah...sure, I guess we better," Amanda replied.

The door opened and Amanda got the biggest shock of her life. A very attractive blonde woman stood inside the front door, smiling at Amanda. "Hi," the blonde said. "You must be Amanda. Bob called earlier and said you might be coming home with him. Please, come in, Amanda. I'm Joanna Samuelson."

Amanda, totally confused, followed Bob into the house. She wanted to grab him and ask him what the hell he thought he was doing, but didn't really know what to say.

Bob, smiling, put his arms around Amanda and kissed her on the forehead. "You see what I meant about her, Joanna?" he asked.

"Yes, I certainly do," Joanna replied. Showing no trace of jealousy, she smiled at Amanda. "I'm so glad you decided to accept Bob's invitation, Amanda," she said. She stunned the detective when she walked over to her and gave her a hug. "Bob's told me so much about you. I've been dying to meet you. I wish I'd have been able to make the wedding, but I had another engagement."

Amanda stiffened at first in the blonde's woman's, then, feeling caring and warmth exuding from the gorgeous woman, she relaxed and returned the embrace.

"I...I'm glad you...ah, Bob invited me," Amanda replied. This was entirely too weird! She looked at Bob's wife, who was still standing next to her. Joanna Samuelson certainly was beautiful. No more than five feet tall, she was petite, but quite buxom. Her breasts were surprisingly large, and looked even more so because she was so petite, but they looked as if they didn't need much support. The rest of her tiny body was remarkably well-shaped. She wore her blonde hair shoulder-length, and styled nicely.

"You'll be using the spare bedroom upstairs," Joanna said. "Come on, I'll show you." She led Amanda upstairs and showed her to the room she'd be staying in. "Make yourself comfortable, Amanda," Joanna told her. "Our bedroom's just down the hall, if you need anything. There's a nightgown you can use in the closet." She squeezed Amanda's hand, then left the room.

"This is really bizarre. I should have gone home," Amanda thought as she stripped her clothes off and prepared to get in bed. She thought she and Bob were going to be able to get it on, but it sure didn't look like that now. In fact, it looked she'd be sleeping alone. With his wife home, there would be one of Bob's passionate love-making for her tonight. Joanna would be the lucky woman getting that. Jealousy swept over her. "What the fuck was I thinking?" she mused. "Boy, was this ever a dumb move!"

Amanda decided not to wear a nightgown and slid under the covers in the king-sized bed naked. As she lay there, trying to go to sleep, all she could do was imagine Bob making love to his wife, instead of her. She closed her eyes, but all she could see was his hands moving over Joanna's body, and his erection, poised and ready, about to spear deep into his wife the way it had speared into her the last time she was here. She could picture the petite blonde, writhing in passion, as her husband's swollen shaft plunged into her.

Amanda struggled in vain to stop the lustful thoughts. And the damning thing was that her voyeuristic thoughts, in addition to making her jealous, were arousing her! "Son-of-a-bitch!" she thought, "The last thing I need to do is to get myself even more turned on than I already am. Especially since there isn't a damn thing I can do about it! Why the hell didn't I just go back to my place?"

The arousing thoughts of Bob and Joanna making love persisted, despite Amanda's best efforts to banish them. She took a magazine off the table next to the bed and tried to read, but she couldn't concentrate. Her mind kept flashing visions of Bob and Joanna, tightly wrapped against each other, making passionate love.

There was a soft knock at the door. Before Amanda could say anything, it opened. Her heart began to pound. Had Bob slipped away from his wife after she fell asleep. Had he come to her room to make love to her now? Amanda no longer cared that if he had, she'd be getting seconds. All she wanted was to have Bob's cock plunging into her, no matter who it had been in before that.

"Amanda, are you still awake?" a soft feminine voice said.

Amanda felt a flash of disappointment. It was Joanna, not Bob, who had come to her room. Was this some kind of sick punishment being levied on her because she slept with Bob? "Ah...yeah, I...I still am," Amanda replied. She pulled the covers up to shield her nudity from the other woman's view. She should have worn a nightgown. Hell, she should have gone home!

Joanna walked across the room, her dynamite body barely covered by a long, sheer, pale blue robe. Amanda was again taken by how strikingly beautiful and self-assured the older woman was. Joanna's hair, which had been styled perfectly earlier, was mussed. "Bob probably screwed the shit out of her!" Amanda thought bitterly. "Damn, him! Damn them! I have to be the biggest idiot this side of the Rockies!"

"Is everything all right" Joanna asked softly. "Are you comfortable, Amanda?"

"I...I think so," Amanda replied.

"I know all this probably seems strange to you," Joanna said softly. She sat down on the bed next to Amanda. "But Bob and I really are glad to have you here."

Not knowing why, Amanda began to cry. Joanna was being so nice, Amanda felt guilty. She'd slept with this woman's husband! And she'd come here tonight expecting to sleep with him again! Not only that, she'd been angry because Bob was making love to Joanna. And then Joanna had to go and be so nice to her!

"There, now..." Joanna murmured. She moved closer to Amanda and put her arms around the crying woman. Joanna's action was so natural, and Amanda felt so bad that, without thinking, she allowed herself to be drawn into the older woman's comforting embrace. She desperately needed comforting and was unaware that, in moving into Joanna's embrace, she'd dropped the covers and was nearly naked in Joanna's arms.

Amanda sobbed out her sorrow on Joanna's shoulder for quite a while. The blonde's warm embrace helped. Then Joanna, in her soft, lovely voice, said, "Go ahead, dear, let it out. I understand how confused and upset you must be. A good cry always helps."

Joanna began to rub Amanda's back, and as she calmed down, Amanda realized she was uncovered. She found Joanna's touch both calming and faintly disturbing. The tension that had resulted in tears was being replaced by tension of a different, more wonderful, kind. Was it possible she was so horny she could be getting turned on another woman's touch?

"Damn! What is wrong with me tonight? I'm acting really weird!" Amanda thought. She grabbed the sheet and pulled it up, covering her breasts. As she did, her arm brushed across Joanna's breasts. A pleasant, tingling sensation rushed up Amanda's arm, causing goose bumps to rise on her skin. "Am I imagining things, or were Joanna's nipples hard?" she thought. Confusion and fear began to overwhelm the policewoman. What was wrong with her? She wasn't like that? She liked making it with guys! She couldn't possibly be getting turned on by touching, and being touched by, another woman!

"Ah...Joanna..." Amanda gasped. She leaned back in the older woman's arms and looked at her.

"What, dear?" the lovely blonde replied, looking directly into Amanda's eyes.

"I...ah...I...I don't know what to say," Amanda stammered. Joanna's gaze had totally disconcerted her. "Jesus!" Amanda thought, her mind whirling. "If I wasn't sure she just got the hell fucked out of her by her husband, I'd say she was horny! Damn! I'm going nuts! I've got to be imagining this. This has to be some kind of weird nightmare!"

"Let me guess," Joanna said softly, "You were lying in here, imagining that Bob was making love with me, weren't you?"

Amanda nodded. She kept her eyes downcast. She didn't dare make eye contact with Joanna. What she'd seen in the other woman's eyes had her in turmoil as it was!

"If that's what you were thinking, I'll bet it turned you on, didn't it?" Joanna continued.

Amanda nodded again.

"I know about you and Bob," Joanna said softly. "He and I have no secrets from each other, in case that's what you were wondering. And I'm not in the least upset or angry, so don't be worried."

"Ah...that...that's not it," Amanda stammered. "Its...I'm upset because..."

"You're upset because my being here like this, holding you like this, is arousing you a little and that frightens you, doesn't it?" Joanna said.

Amanda, stunned that Joanna had read her emotional state so accurately, nodded a third time.

"Look at me, dear," Joanna said, softly, but firmly. "Please, look at me."

Amanda did. Her eyes met the lovely blonde's, the eyes of her lover's wife. In them Amanda saw, or thought she did, what? There was something there. Was it passion? Or was her growing lust making her see things that weren't really there?

"Amanda, have you ever made love with a woman?" Joanna asked.

Amanda shook her head.

"If I told you I would very much like to make love with you, what would you think?" Joanna whispered.

"I...I..." Amanda stammered as powerful emotions flooded her. She couldn't speak, couldn't move. What shocked her was that she realized she wanted to find out what it would be like for Joanna to make love to her. She had no idea why, but she didn't care if it was sick and perverted, she wanted to feel this lovely, incredible woman touching her body, giving her pleasure. She had to know what that would be like! Just the thought of having Joanna make love to her excited her! She could feel wetness dampening her groin. "My God! I don't believe this!" she thought. "All I did was think about making love with Joanna, and I'm soaking wet!"

Without waiting for Amanda's response, Joanna softly tugged the sheet out of Amanda's grip, baring the younger woman's breasts. Amanda's hands dropped to the bed and she sat there, her breathing ragged, feeling Joanna's eyes moving over her. "I can't believe this is happening!" the lust-filled policewoman thought. "It has to be a dream! It can't be real! I'm not like that!"

"Amanda, your breasts are incredibly beautiful," Joanna said.

Joanna's words thrilled Amanda. She felt her nipples begin to pucker and stiffen and tiny thrills raced through her.

Joanna's soft hands went to Amanda's shoulders and tugged gently. Their faces moved closer, then Amanda was jarred to her very core when Joanna's soft lips covered hers. Heat, like nothing she'd ever, ever known, flashed through Amanda as she kissed another woman passionately for the first time in her life. Her lips parted and she felt Joanna's tongue slide between them. Unconsciously, her arms slid around the older woman's body, and the intensity of their kiss increased.

Finally, gasping for breath, they ended their kiss and sat there, clutching each other.

"Please...I...I...I want you to make love to me," Amanda heard herself say. It was odd, it was almost as if she were outside herself, watching this happen to someone else, hearing someone else say those astounding words. But the sensations she was experiencing were real, only too real!

"Yes, I hoped you'd say that, dear," Joanna replied softly. She responded to what Amanda said by sliding her hands down across the other woman's chest and very gently cupping the younger woman's breasts. Then, holding Amanda's lovely globes in her cupped palms, Joanna bent and began to suckled the rosy tips, taking each one deep into her mouth in turn.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" Amanda moaned. Her hands tangled in the blonde's silken hair and she pulled Joanna against her. She'd never felt anything like this before and it was exhilarating! Joanna's touch was both soft and gentle.

Then, suddenly, "Ohhhhh!!! Ohhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhh!!!!!!! I'm...I'm coming!!! Ohhhhhh!!!!! Suck them, Joanna!!! Ohhhhh!!! I'm commmiinnnnngggggg!!! Yesssss!!!" Amanda cried as an unexpected orgasm swept through her.

Amanda's orgasm peaked, then waned, but Joanna continued with her gentle, insistent caresses of the hardened tips of Amanda's perfectly-formed breasts. Finally, Joanna gave each tip one last kiss and sat back. She looked into Amanda's flushed face and smiled. "My Goodness!!" she said softly. "You were horny, weren't you, my dear?"

Impulsively, Amanda clutched the older woman to her. She buried her face Joanna's soft, fragrant blonde hair. "I didn't have any idea I was that turned on!" she whispered. "God! I never felt anything like that before in my life!"

When their embrace ended, Joanna had Amanda lay back on the bed, then she pulled the covers off the younger woman, baring her body. "My God, Amanda!" Joanna exclaimed as her eyes traveled over the younger woman's naked body, "You have a fantastic body!"

Amanda felt herself blushing, then she gasped when Joanna began to caress her. The other woman's soft, warm hands seemed to be touching her everywhere at once, sending jolts of exquisite pleasure through her. Her body writhed and arched as Joanna's hands ventured over it.

Joanna's soft hands slid up the insides of her legs, trailing fire as they did. Amanda parted her legs, and Joanna's fingers combed through her pubic hair and brushed her clit.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" Amanda moaned, her body arching under the older woman's gentle touch.

Something warm and damp was touching her thigh, something else was tickling her other thigh, almost making her cry out in joy. Amanda looked down and saw that Joanna had begun to kiss the inside of one thigh, while her disheveled blonde hair was tickling the other thigh as the older woman's soft lips moved over her silken skin. Fires of lust raged out of control in Amanda's body. "Jesus!" she thought as thrill after thrill swept through her. "Maybe coming over here with Bob tonight wasn't such a bad idea after all!"

Amanda's hips again arched off the bed when Joanna's hand cupped her vagina. Then a wonderful exploration began. One lovely, slim finger slid between her silken lips, soaked and oiled by Amanda's love-juices. "Yesssss!!!!" Amanda hissed as Joanna's finger slid into her, and began a gentle, probing exploration. "Oh, yesssss!!!"

Amanda raised her head and watched, transfixed, as Joanna kissed her way nearer and near to the center of her pleasure. She found herself desperately wanting to feel the blonde's lips on her vagina. "Oh, Joanna!!!" Amanda moaned, "Yesssss!!! Oh, yesssss!!!! Please!!! Do itttt to me!!! Eat meeeee!!!"

Then warmth and wetness covered her vagina when Joanna withdrew her finger and replaced it with her tongue. The blonde began lapping and licking Amanda's opening and the super-aroused policewoman's back arched, lifting her hips off the bed. Her head rolled from side to side on the pillow and she grasped her breasts and pulled at the nipples as Joanna's caresses suffused her with passion.

"Oh, God!! Oh!! Joanna!!! Oh!!! Darling!!! Oh!!! Joanna!!! Joanna!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Yessss!!! Yessss!!!"Amanda babbled, overwhelmed with delightful sensations, sensations more intense than anything she'd ever imagined. "Gonna come!!! Oh, God, Joanna!!! I'm gonna come!!!" she cried suddenly, "My, God!!! Oh, Joanna!!! Eat meeeee!! So good!!! I'm...I'm coming!!! Yes!! I'm coming!!! I...I...Ahhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Amanda continued to writhe and buck under the onslaught of Joanna's lips, tongue, and fingers. Finally, spent, she lay still.

Joanna gave Amanda's vagina one last kiss, then she stretched out next to her on the bed, and pulled the willing young woman into her arms.

"My God, Joanna, I...I never felt anything like that before!" Amanda whispered.

Joanna kissed her softly. "I'm glad it was good for you, dear," she murmured. "I wanted you from the moment you walked in the front door."

Amanda realized Joanna still had her robe on. She also realized that she'd been selfish. Joanna had given her so much pleasure, yet she'd returned nothing. Warmth again began to spread through her as she made up her mind to try and give the gorgeous blonde the same kind of pleasure she'd received.

"What about you?" Amanda asked. "That was all for me."

"I'm very turned on," Joanna replied, smiling gently. "You are an extremely beautiful and exciting woman, my dear."

"I...I'd like to...would you like it if I...?" Amanda stammered.

"Do you really want to make love to me?" Joanna asked. "You don't have to if you don't want to. I'm more than happy to have shared what we already did. I don't want you feeling pressured."

"I want to make love to you!!!" Amanda moaned. She rolled atop the older woman, kissing her passionately. Finally, needing to breathe, she broke the kiss and knelt next to Joanna on the bed. Her hand tore at the sash on Joanna's robe, got it undone. Then, her hands trembling, she pushed the robe open, baring Joanna's gorgeous compact body. She was going to make love to another woman for the first time and nothing was going to stop her!

Joanna's tanned body looked even more lovely against the pale blue robe she was lying on, and Amanda paused and stared at it. Although the older woman was small, her shape was nearly perfect! Her body was full and exquisite. Her breasts, as Amanda suspected, surprisingly large, with dark areolas and thick nipples. Her tiny navel was a perfect punctuation mark on the tan skin of her slightly rounded, flawless belly.

As Amanda gazed on Joanna's the luscious physique, her desire to touch, explore, and possess the elegant form lying in front of her grew.

"Don't be afraid, my dear," Joanna murmured, "Go ahead, touch me."

Amanda had never touched another woman sexually before, but now she wanted to desperately. As she watched, Joanna raised her arms above her head and arched her body in a languorous stretch. Amanda found the movement incredibly erotic and, with a soft moan, she reached out a trembling hand and touched Joanna on the flat area just under her breasts. The skin was soft and warm to the touch, it felt somehow different than the men's skin she'd touched before. She was amazed how silky smooth it was.

"That's it," Joanna purred, "that's exactly how you do it."

Amanda slid her hand tentatively over the older woman's flesh and could tell from Joanna's soft murmurs that she was pleasing her. She began to devote her attention to Joanna's breasts, curling her hands around them, feeling their jellied firmness. Joanna's dark areolas wrinkled, and her thick nipples began to emerge.

Amanda bent and took one protruding tip between her lips. Joanna moaned and her back arched off the bed. Her hands combed through Amanda's hair, tangling in it as Amanda began suckling the swollen nipple she held in her mouth.

"Oh Amanda, that's it! It feels lovely!!" Joanna murmured, "So lovely!!"




The Wedding Ch. 16



Tingles of warmth flooded through Amanda when she heard the older woman's words. She was thrilled that she was pleasing Joanna, making her feel wonderful. She slid her hand over the blonde's belly, and began tracing the edge of the patch of pubic hair at the point where Joanna's legs and body joined with her finger.

"You're such a wonderful lover, Amanda!" Joanna purred, squirming, as Amanda's hand glided lightly over her flesh. "So gentle!!"

Amanda relinquished the nipple she'd been suckling, laid her head on it, and used her hand to move Joanna's other breast into a position where she would have access to that nipple. When she sucked it into her mouth, Joanna's chest heaved.

"Yesssss!!!" the lovely blonde moaned.

Amanda's hand slid through Joanna's fluffy pubic hair, into the Vee between the older woman's thighs and her well-shaped legs parted. Amanda's fingers found Joanna's clit. It was so big! She teased it with her fingers.

"Oh!! Darling!!! Oh!!! That's...Ahhhh!!!...so...nice!!!" Joanna purred, her hips rising and falling, her legs tensing and relaxing.

Amanda abandoned Joanna's breasts and began to kiss her way down over her companion's compact, fantastic body, stopping to devote attention to the shapely woman's navel as she did.

"Oh, yes!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!" Joanna cried, "Oh lover, you're doing it, you're driving me wild!!!"

Joanna's navel was luscious, and Amanda's tongue probed and licked it, causing the blonde's belly to move in and out. Joanna obviously enjoyed what Amanda was doing to her.

"Wooooahhhhh!!!" Joanna groaned. Her responses became nearly unintelligible as Amanda's hand continued to stroke and prod her swollen clit.

"Eat meeeeee!!! Please!!! My darling, eat meeeeee!!!" the petite blonde begged. "Your tongue!!! Oh, God, Amanda!!! I want to feel your tongue in me!!!"

Amanda, without giving up her manual attention to Joanna's clit, moved between the blonde's splayed legs. She kissed Joanna's lower belly and her lips moved slowly through her companion's pubic hair.

"Please!!! Please!!! Oh, Amanda!!! My love!!! My darling!!! Please!!!" Joanna moaned. Her hands, still tangled in Amanda's hair, urged the policewoman's head downward. Joanna pulled her legs up, raising her knees when Amanda's mouth moved onto her vagina. Then her legs tensed and her middle rose off the bed, thrusting her opening against Amanda's descending mouth.

"Eat me, Amanda!!! Lick meeeee!!! I need your tongue!!! Please!!! Please!!!" Joanna begged.

Amanda slid her hands around and clasped Joanna's buttocks, then she dragged her extended tongue up and down through Joanna's excitement-dampened furrow.

"Wahhhh!!! Wahhhh!!! Wahhhh!!!" Joanna wailed, and her hips went wild. "Yessssss!!! Yesssss!!! That's it!!! That's ittttttttt!!! Eat me!!! Eat me!!! Eat meeeeeee!!!"

Amanda teased and probed her partner's beckoning opening, marveling at the wildness her actions generated. She knew Joanna was close to coming, but tried hard to extend her partner's pleasure. She kept teasing Joanna with her tongue, licking, thrusting her tongue as far into the other woman's body as she could.

"Please, Amanda!!! Oh, darling, please!!!!" Joanna begged, her hips writhing, seeking release, "I need to come!!! Don't tease me any longer!!! Please, Amanda!!! Please!!! I need to come!!!!"

Amanda clung to Joanna's buttocks and kept her mouth pressed against the blonde's vagina, while she alternately thrust her tongue into her and licked her clit. The buttocks in her hands kept clenching and releasing and the blonde's hips twisted wildly. Joanna's legs tightened around Amanda's head, pressing the policewoman's face tighter against her spasming opening.

"I have to come!!! Please, Amanda!!! Don't tease me!!! Please!!! Please!!!" the blonde cried.

Amanda couldn't wait any longer. She wanted to feel Joanna coming, needed to give her companion the release she was begging for. She moved slightly, inserted a finger into the blonde's pulsing opening, then she began to suckle Joanna's large clit while she shoved her finger in and out of Joanna rapidly.

"Wahhhhhhhh!!!! Wahhhhhh!!! Unnnnnnnggggghhhhhhh!!!! Wahhhhhhh!!! Wahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!! I'm commmminnnnngggggg!!!! I'm commmminnnnngggggg!!! Omigod!!! I'm commmminnnnngggggg!!!!" Joanna screamed. Her hips jerked and twisted wildly and her screams, even though they were muffled by the legs clamped around Amanda's head, still managed to reach Amanda's ears.

"I did it!" Amanda thought exultantly, "I really did it! She's coming! God, is she ever!!" She continued thrusting her finger into Joanna's palpitating opening, and her tongue continued its caress of Joanna's clit, tracing it lovingly, until the frantic movements of Joanna's hips began to slow. Joanna's legs finally fell to the bed, her hips sank to the mattress, and still Amanda kept on.

Spasms, not as violent as the originals, occasionally made Joanna quiver, then even those ceased and the lovely blonde lay still, breathing heavily, her frantic moans at last silent.

Amanda stretched out next to the lovely blonde and kissed her fondly. When her bare flesh touched Joanna's she felt another thrill run through her. She'd been wrong. This wasn't sick, not at all! It was beautiful! Making love with a woman was wonderful! Finally, she looked at Joanna, studying the blonde's slack, sated features. Feelings of incredible warmth and caring suffused her.

"That was to be the most erotic thing I ever saw," Bob said.

Amanda, startled, looked toward the doorway and saw Bob standing there, his eyes aflame with lust, his erection jutting out between the folds of his bathrobe. With it sticking out in front of him and bouncing, he walked toward the bed that held his two lovers.

"Do you mind if I join you?" he asked.

"No," both women replied in unison. Amanda couldn't take her eyes off his cock. She was mesmerized by the way it bobbed when he walked. As incredible as what she and Joanna had just shared was, she realized that there were more fantastic thrills yet to come.

Joanna and Amanda disentangled their legs and slid aside on the bed, leaving a space between them. Joanna patted the vacant space, looked at Amanda, then at Bob, and said, "Come on, Big Boy, we're ready for you!"

Bob climbed on the bed, between the two ravishing women. Joanna leaned over and kissed her husband. Amanda, feeling left out, looked for something to do. Then she moved down and began kissing and sucking Bob's rigid cock. As she did that, she felt his hand find her nipple and began to milk it back into hardness, fanning her smoldering desire back into a blaze of need.

Joanna joined her, and together the women paid oral homage to Bob's massive pole, bringing groans and cries of pleasure from him.

"Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhh!!!!!" he moaned, "You ladies are gonna make me come if you keep doing that!!! Ohhhhhh!!! It feels way tooo goooodddd!!!!"

Joanna looked across her husband's body at Amanda and smiled. "You want him, my dear?" she asked. "I've already had him once tonight, so I suppose this should be your turn." Amanda's answer surprised both Joanna and herself.

"No," she said, "You take him! I want to watch you!!!" She'd never seen a couple actually making love. Now that she had the chance, she found that she wanted to more than anything.

Joanna straddled her husband's body and raised her hips so she could position his cock where it needed to be. Amanda reached between them, grasped Bob's hot, hard wand, and held it as Joanna sank down on it. Watching them, Amanda got almost as much of a thrill as she knew she would have if Bob's cock had been entering her. She sat there, watching the stiff, meaty pole disappear into Joanna's body, and a thrill raced through her.

Once Bob's cock was all the way in her, Joanna leaned back, her arms outstretched, and placed her hands on her husband's legs. Amanda reached for the point where her lovers' bodies were joined. This was so wild! She could feel Bob's rigid shaft while it slid in and out of Joanna's stretched vagina. She rubbed her fingers over Joanna's clit and heard the other woman moan in passion. Then, impulsively, Amanda bent and kissed the spot where the couple was joined, licking their junction wildly with her tongue.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" Joanna cried, "Amanda!!! Oh, my, God!!!! That's...That's so....Ahhhhhhh!!!!! So...So...So incredible!!!!"

The joined couple began to writhe against each other and Bob, losing control, began to rock his hips up off the bed. Amanda could see, and feel, his shaft sluicing in and out of Joanna. It was, far and away, the most exciting experience she'd ever had. As the couple's joined bodies began to move more and more insistently, Amanda sat back and watched.

Joanna's breasts bobbed and swayed, her nipples erect and swollen. She leaned forward over her husband and they became pendulous, swaying, swinging, and shaking.

Amanda watched as if hypnotized while Bob and Joanna continued to fuck wildly right before her eyes. The sights, sounds, and smells of their frantic coupling pleased and excited her. She felt the fluids of her own excitement begin to trickle down her leg.

"I'm commmminnnnnggggggg!!!!" Bob bellowed. "Oh, baby, I'm commmmminnnnnngggggggg!!!! Yessssss!!!! Yesssss!!! Take itttttt!!! Take itttttttt!!!!" His back arched, driving Joanna upward, making her breasts shake and quiver even more wildly.

"Me, toooooooo!!!! Take meeeeeee!!!! Take meeeeeeeeee!!!!" Joanna cried, "Oh, Bob!!!!! Yesssssss!!!!! Yessssssssssssss!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!! Fuck meeeeeee!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

When their passion finally spent itself, Bob and Joanna collapsed on the bed in each other's arms. Amanda pressed against them, sandwiching Bob between her and Joanna. She snuggled close to him and reached across him, laying her hand softly on Joanna's shoulder. They lay there pressed together, breathing quietly, resting.

Joanna moved first. She raised herself up on one elbow and looked across Bob at Amanda, a big smile on her face. "Did you like watching us, my dear?" she asked.

"I loved it," Amanda replied. "But I like doing it even more."

"Well," Bob rolled over and put his arms under both women. "You gals may have to do it without me. I'm not sure I'll be up to it again for a while. I'm only human, and I do have my limits."

"Then I guess you'll have to lay there and watch, like Amanda just did," his wife told him. She slid out of Bob's embrace and got off the bed. "Move over, buster," she told him, "If you aren't going to play, you can at least make room so Amanda and I can."

Bob slid to the edge of the bed and propped himself up with pillows, prepared to watch the two women make love.

Joanna got back on the bed next to Amanda, bent over, and captured Amanda's lips with hers. The kiss was torrid, adding to the fire already burning in Amanda's body. She broke the kiss this time and told Joanna to roll over on her back. The blonde quickly complied. Amanda began to run her hands over Joanna's smooth skin, bringing burbles of pleasure from the older woman.

"Yes, darling!!! Oh, yes!!!!" Joanna moaned when Amanda's hands cupped her breasts and her lips brought their beautiful tips to full erection. Amanda was so turned on, she almost forgot Bob was there. She continued to make love to Joanna, unaware of the rapt, libidinous look on Bob's face and his growing erection.

Still holding Joanna's nipples between her fingers, Amanda began to kiss down across the blonde's body, wanting to taste the juices of her coupling with Bob, to make her come again! Down Amanda's mouth traveled, over Joanna's heaving belly, through her matted pubic hair, onto her vagina.

"Ahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Joanna groaned, "Ohhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, God, Amanda!!!! Yessssssss!!!!!"

Her hips went wild. To keep from being bucked off, Amanda cupped Joanna's lush buttocks in her hands and continued licking and sucking her lover's vagina, tasting all of the juices there, loving it. Using her tongue as if it were a penis, she stabbed it into Joanna's twitching opening.

"Yesssssss!!! Oh, yessssss!!! Yessssss!!!!" Joanna cried, singing another litany of pleasure as her release neared, "Oh, Amanda, eat meeeeeeeeee!!!! Yes, my dear, eat meeeeeee!!!!"

Amanda felt movement on the bed, glanced over her shoulder, saw Bob moving toward her, and realized he had a hard-on. Where was he going?

She found out when he moved behind her, grasped her hips, and lifted them a little. Then he shuffled closer and she felt his cock slap against her vagina. It slid along the furrow, then began sliding into her. She continued to work on Joanna, her lips and tongue driving the blonde toward still higher planes of passion.

"My God!" Amanda thought when Bob's cock began to fill her, "This is incredible! We're making love together, all three of us!" Her level of excitement was so high she knew it wouldn't be long before she came. She tried to visualize how they must look; the petite blonde, her legs spread, knees pulled up, hips thrashing under Amanda's probing lips and tongue, herself; and Amanda, her long, shapely back arched, her ass up in the air, her mouth buried in Joanna's groin; finally Bob, his massive body shaking as he rammed his gigantic tool in and out of Amanda's body. For a moment, with this erotic picture in her mind, Amanda felt such pleasure she thought she'd faint.

Bob's powerful thrusts continued to shake Amanda, driving her mouth against Joanna's juicy slit. Their combined movements were driving all of them wild.

Joanna clutched Amanda's hair, pulling Amanda's face tighter against her vagina. "My, Goddddddd!!! My, Goddddddd!!!! My, Goddddddd!!" the blonde screamed, "I'm commmminnnnnggggggg!!!! Oh, God!! I'mcommmiinnnnnggggggg!!!! I'm commminnnnggggg!!!!"

Amanda came, too, moaning into Joanna's vagina as she experienced her own intense explosion of pleasure. Her body rocked, shook, then exploded into even more intense spasms of pleasure as Bob, ejaculating, bathed her insides with his wet heat.

"Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Bob's bellow of joy joined the women's. His hands dug into the tender skin of Amanda's ass as he came.

Amanda didn't remember lying down, or anything else, after Bob shot his cream into her. When her senses finally returned, she realized she was still lying between Joanna's limp legs, her head was resting on Joanna's belly, and her face was covered with Joanna's and Bob's juices. Bob lay on top of her, his still-hard cock still buried in her. She was thrilled that all three of them had come together!

Bob finally stirred and moved. He pulled his penis from the snug clutch of Amanda's vagina and flopped onto his back on the bed.

Amanda felt Joanna move. She raised herself and looked up. Joanna smiled down at her. Amanda slid up her lover's body and kissed the older woman.

"Look at him," Joanna laughed. Bob lay there, his erect penis still standing up proudly.

"Do you think we've given him a permanent erection?" Amanda giggled.

"That wouldn't be so bad, would it?" Joanna laughed.

Bob turned his head and looked at the two women. "You better hope it's not permanent," he said. "How the hell am I going to go to work like this?"

"Seems to me, you and I should do what we can to get it soft, shouldn't we, Amanda?" Joanna said. "Do you think we can do it?"

"I'm willing to give it a try," Amanda said. "I have a feeling it will be fun trying, anyhow." She slid off the blonde's lush body and moved toward Bob. She kneeled atop him, and lowered herself on the rock-hard shaft, sheathing him in her fleshy scabbard once again. She was thrilled to feel delightful sensations rippling through her once again.

Joanna kneeled at Bob's head and lowered her juicy vagina onto her husband's face. As his lips and tongue began to work on her, the slackness of passion softened her features. Amanda saw her friend's lovely hips begin to rock. Joanna leaned forward and took one of Amanda's nipples between her lips, just as Bob began to thrust up into her. Amanda ground her groin against his, surprised by how quickly she was building toward another orgasm.

The combination of sensation of Bob's shaft pistoning into her, and Joanna's hands and lips working on her breasts, rapidly had Amanda's breathing ragged. She grabbed Joanna's breasts and could feel the older woman shake as she, too, neared the apex of passion.

Amanda felt her orgasm building, looked into Joanna's eyes and then she knew nothing but incredible, indescribable passion.

"I'm commmminnnnngggggggggg!!!!! Oh, God!!! Again!!! I'm commmmminnnnnggggg aggggaiiiinnnnnn!!!!! Ahhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhh!!!!" Amanda shrieked as she came. She vaguely heard Joanna's moans of joy echoing hers as they clung to each other and shared more joy.

After it was all over, they slept tangled in each other's arms.




The Wedding Ch. 17



Mike and Doris Rasmussen were getting ready to leave the wedding reception. Doris walked up to her husband, a veteran detective on the town's police department, looking puzzled.

"Have you seen Kelly?" she asked. Kelly was her younger sister, who was married to a lawyer. The younger woman had ridden to the wedding with them because her husband was out of town on business.

"Ah...no, why?" Mike replied.

"I can't believe it," his wife continued. "I saw her a little while ago and, judging from the way she was acting, I could swear she was drunk. I never knew she drank that much."

Mike was surprised to hear that his sister might be drunk. Like his wife, he didn't think his sister-in-law ever let herself get that out of control. Actually, when they'd danced earlier in the evening, Kelly had been coming on to him in no uncertain terms. He was afraid she'd keep it up and wondered how, if she did, he was going to fend her advances off without creating a scene. If she was drunk, that might have solved his dilemma for him.

"You sure?" he said. "I talked to her about an hour ago and she didn't seem drunk then."

His wife shrugged. "I don't know," she said. "She sure was acting drunk when I saw her a few minutes ago. It looked as if she could hardly stand up."

They walked toward the house and met Kelly coming out the back door. She tried to avoid bumping into them and almost fell. Mike grabbed his sister to keep her from falling. It did look like she was drunk. And the smell of alcohol on her breath, and person, was very strong.

 "Steady, there, Kelly," Mike said.

Kelly sagged against him. "Ooops!! I think, maybe, I had a wee bit too mush to drink," she muttered.

"It sure looks that way," Mike agreed. "Look, Kelly, we've been looking for you. Doris and I are ready to leave. Are you ready to go?"

"Sure, why not?" Kelly replied. She hiccupped, then giggled.

"Put her in the car, Mike," Doris said, sounding disgusted.

Mike put his arm around his sister and led her out to the front of the house where their car was parked. The car was a two-door, which made getting Kelly into, and later out of, the back seat a problem, so Mike put her in front. The young woman was slim, with a tidy figure, shoulder-length brown hair. Her loose ivory dress had black checks on it, and buttons down the front. Some of the buttons were open, and Mike got to see a lot of his sister-in-law's nicely-shaped legs as he stuffed her into the car.

When he finished stashing the young woman in the car, Mike straightened up and looked at his wife. "Sorry, hon," he told his wife, "looks like you're going to have to ride in the back."

Doris walked around and got in the back seat on the driver's side. "You better take me home first, Mike," she said. "I don't think I'm up to dealing with her in this condition."

"Do you want her to stay over at our place?" Mike asked. "She could sleep it off and go home in the morning."

His wife shook her head. "I don't think that's a good idea," she whispered. "The last thing I need is her puking all over our house. Why don't you drop me off, then take her home, if you don't mind?"

Mike shook his head. "I don't mind," he said.

Doris leaned forward and kissed her husband on the cheek. "You're a sweetheart, you really are," she told him.

While they conversed about her, Kelly appeared to be sound asleep. She was even snoring a little bit.

Mike drove to their house and got out so his wife could exit the back seat.

"I'm going right to bed," Doris said once she'd gotten out. "You know how it is when I have a couple of drinks. I'll probably be asleep the minute my head hits the pillow." She looked at him. "Are you sure you don't mind driving Kelly home?"

"Heck, no," Mike replied. "No problem." He chuckled. "It'll almost be like the old days when I was working patrol and had to drive drunks home. You get some sleep, now." He kissed her. "Maybe, in the morning, when you're rested, we can..." He grabbed her ass.

"You nut!" Doris laughed. "Don't you ever think about anything but sex?"

"Not when I'm around you, I don't," he replied.

His wife grinned at him. "Well, then, you better get home and get some rest, too," she told him. She turned and started up the walk toward their house.

Mike drove off, headed for his sister's home. He glanced over at Kelly. She still seemed to be asleep. He'd only driven a short distance from his house when he felt a hand on his leg. Startled, he looked over and saw the young woman's smiling face in the glow of the dashboard lights.

"I fooled both of you, didn't I?" Kelly said.

"What do you mean?" Mike asked, puzzled. She didn't sound drunk any more.

"I fooled both you and Doris with my drunk act, didn't I?" his sister replied, grinning.

"You mean...?" Mike said.

"All I had was one drink," Kelly replied. "I figured if I was drunk, someone would have to take me home, and I figured it would probably be you, since you and Doris brought me." As she spoke, she moved her hand up and touched his cock.

"Kelly, don't do that!" Mike protested. His cock lurched to life as her hand sought it through his pants. He couldn't believe she was doing this to him!

"Why not, Mike?" she replied. "I want you." She measured his swelling cock with her fingers. "And it sure does feel like you want me!" As if to prove what she was saying, she squeezed his swelling cock.

Mike pressed down on the accelerator. It looked as if he wasn't going to get out of this as easily as he thought he was. As he continued driving toward Kelly's home, he desperately tried to figure out a way to put her off. Then she unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out of them and he realized he was in serious trouble.

"Yeah!" Kelly murmured. "It's big! I was hoping it would be." Her small hands moved up and down over his throbbing shaft.

Passion was claiming so much of Mike's attention that it made concentrating on driving difficult. He had a white-knuckle grip on the steering wheel and had to strain to keep his attention on the road. When his sister squeezed his erect organ, he groaned.

"What's the matter?" she asked, cupping his balls. "Are you having a problem?"

"Jesus, Kelly!" Mike gasped. "You're going to get us in an accident if you keep doing that!"

"You just drive," she said, "I'll take care of this."

"Yeah, sure," Mike gasped. He kept his eyes riveted on the road, staring straight ahead. If he looked down at her, he'd be lost.

Somehow he managed to get to Kelly's house without crashing. The minute the car stopped in front of her garage, the young woman slid out and started walking toward the house. Mike sat in the car for a few moments, trying to sort out the conflicting thoughts swirling through his mind. Finally, he struggled out of the car and, wobble-legged, followed his sister into the house. He didn't bother to zip up his pants. Kelly had him too aroused to think about doing anything but fucking her.

Kelly stood at the front door of her home, waiting for him. "It looks like you're having a problem walking, Michael," she commented, smiling seductively. "Is that my fault?"

"You goddamn well know it is!" Mike exclaimed. He reached for her, but she ducked under his outstretched arms, opened the door, and darted into the house.

"Goddammit, Kelly! Come back here!" Mike said, lurching into the house after her.

He found his sister standing in her living room. The house was dark except for a small light somewhere which gave off just enough light so he could see her.

"I'm waiting for you, Michael," Kelly purred. Her fingers worked on the buttons of her dress. Then she shrugged her shoulders and the dress she was floated to the floor. She now stood in front of him nude, save for a pair of lacy white high-cut bikinis.

Mike gaped at his gorgeous sister for a second, then he started toward her, as inflamed with need as he'd ever been.

Kelly, grinning, watched her brother lurch toward her. "You do want me, don't you, Michael?" she said.

"You're damn right I do!" Mike exclaimed. He picked her up, carried her to the sofa and dropped her on it. Then, his hands shaking, he opened his pants and slid them down. With a groan, he fell on her. When he did, he felt her hands grasp his cock, guiding it to her opening.

"Yessssss, Mike!!!! Give it to me!!! Give it to meeeeeee!!!!" Kelly cried, her legs rose, locking behind his, and her hips surged up against him, sucking his cock into her lean, lovely body.

"Take it, goddammit, take it!!!" Mike yelled. He was so beside himself with passion that it no longer mattered to him that he was violating his marriage vows with his wife's sister. He plunged into his sister, his hips hammering against hers like a pile driver gone wild.

"Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!" Kelly emitted a continuous stream of little gasps of pleasure as her brother's body thudded against hers. The sofa creaked from the violence of their joining. "Nowwwwww!!! Nowwwwww!!! Oh, shit, Mike!!! Oh, shit!!! I'm gonna come!!! I'm gonna come!!! Nowwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwww!!!" she cried, her hands clawing at him, her hips slamming up against him. "Eeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Eeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Eeeeeeeeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Augggggghhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Mike roared as his lust exploded.

When they finished, Mike lay on his sister, panting. He looked down at her pretty face.

Kelly smiled up at him. "I knew you'd be good," she said. "From the way Doris talks about you, I just knew you would be!"

Mike pushed himself up, got off her and sat next to her on the sofa. He didn't know what to do. He couldn't believe he'd let this happen. Now what? How was he going to go home and face Doris? What would his wife do if she found out he'd slept with her sister? Had he just ruined his marriage?

Kelly squirmed around and snuggled up to him. "Aren't you glad I got 'drunk', Michael?" she asked coyly. Her fingers were busy on his shirt, opening the buttons.

Mike took her face in his hand and kissed her softly. "I...I...Kelly, we...we shouldn't have done this," he said softly.

"Why not?" Kelly asked. She had his shirt open, and her fingers were teasing his nipples. "Wasn't it good?"

"Ah...yeah...I...I...it was," Mike admitted. She was driving him nuts, playing with his nipples the way she was!

"You don't have to go right home, do you, Michael?" Kelly asked.

Mike's mind continued to whirl as Kelly fingers moved over his bare chest, doing wild things to him. What if Doris hadn't gone to bed and was waiting for him to come home? How would he explain why it took taking so long to take Kelly home and drop her off? Then he got an idea. "Can...can I...can I use your phone?" he stammered.

"Sure," Kelly replied.

The phone was on a table next to the sofa. Mike picked it up and dialed his home number.

"Hello?" Doris said when she answered. Her voice was thick with sleepiness.

"Hi, honey," Mike said. "I dropped Kelly off at her place, but now the car won't start."

"Do you want me to come and get you?" Doris asked.

"No, you don't need to do that," Mike told his wife, feeling extremely guilty. "I...I think it's just flooded. It should start if I let it set for a few minutes. If it doesn't start after a while, I'll call the auto club. I mean, what do we pay dues to them for if we can't use them once in a while, right?"

"Are you sure?" Doris asked. "I can come and get you."

"It's all right, honey, you're tired," Mike said, "Get some sleep. I'll get home as soon as I can."

"OK. I love you, Mike," Doris said.

"I...I love you, too," Mike told his wife. "If you do, then why are you lying to her so you can fuck her sister?" the voice of his conscience asked him. Mike forced the thought from his mind.

Mike put the phone down and the next thing he knew, Kelly was all over him, kissing him, tugging his clothes off. He had an idea it would be quite a while before the car started.

He stood up, picked his sister up in his arms, carried her to the master bedroom, dropped her on the bed, and immediately fell between her legs, his mouth going to her pussy.

Kelly went wild. "Yeah, Mike, eat meeeeee!!!! Suck my clit!!! Yeahhhhh!!! Yeahhhhh!!! Yeahhhhh!!!" she screamed while her brother punished her pussy with his lips, tongue and fingers.

Kelly's head rolled from side to side and she pulled at her nipples while her brother lashed her pussy with his tongue. Mike was determined to drive her crazy and, from the way she was reacting, he figured he was doing a pretty good job. He decided to eat her because his cock was still worn out after their first powerful joining. As he ate her, he could feel his organ stiffening. He'd be ready to fuck her again soon, and planned to do so at least once more before he went home.

"Ayyyyyyyyeeeeeeeee!!! I'm cummmmminnnnnnngggggg!!! Don't stop!!! Don't stop!!! Don't stop!!! Don't stoppppppp!!!" Kelly cried, her exquisite body going into a series of spasms. Mike's head was caught in a trap of warm flesh as her legs tightened from her orgasm.

After a while, Kelly went limp and her legs fell away from him. She lay there, lovely and flushed. Mike slid up next to her and lay on his side, facing her. He couldn't get over how easy it had been to cheat. Or how willingly his wife had accepted his excuse. And his sister really was a hellcat in the sack! "If I'd known how hot she was, I'd have made a move on her a long time ago," he thought.

Kelly stirred and opened her eyes. "God, Mike, that was unreal! Everything you do to me feels so wild!" she whispered. "I haven't been eaten that good in ages! Ever since..." She stopped suddenly and reddened.

"Ever since when?" Mike asked, her, puzzled by her odd reaction.

"Nothing," Kelly replied, averting her eyes from his.

Mike found her reaction interesting. Until now she'd been wanton, not afraid to do or say anything. All of a sudden, she seemed almost shy. "What's the secret?" he asked.

"It's nothing," Kelly said. She rolled on her side, her back to him.

Mike molded his body to his sister's spoon-fashion and put his arm around her. "Come on, Kelly," he said, "After all we've done, you can tell me."

"No I can't," she said.

 "Sure you can," he said. He squeezed one of her perfect, firm, little breasts. "Who ate you as good as I did?"

"It..." she said. She shuddered, "No. If I tell you, you'll think I'm sick."

"No way," he said. "No way can you shock me. Come on, tell me."

"Ah...it...it was my...my brother," Kelly whispered. She stiffened, awaiting his response.

Mike was surprised. "Billy did it? Really?" he exclaimed. He had no idea what a hot family his wife had come from. Instead of being repulsed, he found his sister's revelation both interesting and exciting.

Kelly relaxed. "You...that didn't turn you off?" she asked.

Mike shrugged. "Why should it?" he said. "Does Doris know about this?"

"I...I don't think so," Kelly replied. "It...it happened after she left to go to college." She took a deep breath. "I was about fifteen, I think. One day when our folks were away, I was in the bathroom, soaking in the tub, when Billy walked in..."

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"Billy!" she exclaimed, trying to cover herself. "I'm taking a bath."

Her brother stood there, smiling. "I know," he said, a funny look on his face. "You've grown up, haven't you, Kelly?" he went on, his voice hoarse. He sank to his knees next to the tub. "Want some help with your bath?"

"Billy, no!" Kelly replied. She didn't know what to do. She didn't like the look on her brother's face. It was wrong for him to be in the bathroom with her and she wanted him to go away. She was interested in sex, but was still a virgin.

Her brother ignored her protests, picked up the washcloth, got it all sudsy, and began washing her. The minute his hand touched her skin, Kelly began to experience sensations she'd never felt before, incredible sensations, undeniable sensations. Even though she knew what she and Billy were doing was wrong, she couldn't stop him. If she did, the wonderful sensations would stop!

Billy's hand moved between her legs and Kelly experienced more new feelings, feelings sweeter than she ever dreamed existed. Rapture shook her when her brother began to caress her clit. Then sensations burst through her that overwhelmed her.

"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!! Billy!!! Billeeeeeeee!!! What's happening to me? Oh, God!!! What's happening to meeeeee?" she cried, trembling wildly, making the water in the bathtub roil, as her brother presented her with the first orgasm she'd ever experienced.

The sensations her brother's touch evoked made Kelly want more. Billy helped her out of the tub, dried her off, then led her to her bedroom. She couldn't help herself. She was in his power. Even though she knew what they had done was wrong, she couldn't stop him. She didn't want to stop him, she wanted more!

Back in her bedroom, she laid down on her bed, still aroused, watching wide-eyed, as her brother stripped off his clothes. Then he laid down next to her, his hands began to move over her flesh and the wonderful feelings returned. His lips went to her nipples--nipples that had never been sucked--and electricity shot into her. He was making her feel even better than he had in the bathtub.

"Billeeeeeee!!! Oh, God!!! Billeeeeeee!!!" Kelly cried as her brother continued to drive her wild with need. His fingers probed her pussy and her hips rose off the bed. One finger slipped slowly into her still-unfucked opening and ecstasy swept over her. What they were doing was wrong, Kelly knew that, but she couldn't stop Billy. He was making her feel too good!

Billy rolled atop her and his hard cock pressed against her belly. Kelly was scared. His cock felt huge! What if he couldn't get it in her? What if it hurt? Panic started to force lust from her mind when she felt him reach between their overheated bodies. Then she felt the head of her brother's cock pressing at her pussy. Inexorably, he began forcing himself into her.

As her brother's swollen wand slipped slowly into her, Kelly was surprised to find that it didn't hurt. Actually, it felt good. Very good!

Billy finally managed to get all of his cock into his sister. For a while, he lay on her, not moving. Kelly loved the way having her brother's cock in her felt. She wanted him to start moving, knowing the feelings would get even better.

"Jesus, you're tight, sis!" Billy groaned, his face flushed. He seemed to be having trouble breathing. "You got the tightest pussy I ever been in!"

"Fuck me, Billy! Please!" Kelly begged. "I want to know what it feels like!"

"You mean..." Billy gasped. He looked at her, startled. "I...I thought you..."

"I never did this before," Kelly told him. "Please fuck me, Billy! Don't stop now!"

"Oh, Christ!" her brother groaned. "You mean you ain't on the pill or nothing?"

Kelly shook her head. She was scared he'd stop and pull the thing that was making her feel so good out of her. She needn't have worried. Billy began moving and wonderful feelings began to grow and swell in her young body.

Kelly felt her insides coiling tighter and tighter, then something snapped and wild sensations again rushed over her. "Billy!!! Billeeeeeeee!!! It's happening!!! Oh, God!!!! Oh, God!!!! Oh, God!!!! Oh, God!!!! Oh, God!!!! Billeeeeee!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Uhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!" she cried, her body spasming wildly, as she experienced her second orgasm.

The minute Kelly came, her brother pulled his cock out of her and rolled onto his back. Kelly looked over at him. His cock jutted from his middle like a flagpole, stiff and shiny with the juices from her vagina.

"Please, Kelly, make me come!" Billy begged. "Please, Sis, I gotta come!"




The Wedding Ch. 17



"Ah...how can...I...?" Kelly stammered. She had no idea what to do, how to help him.

"Jerk me off!" her brother groaned. "God, Kelly, please! I gotta come before I go nuts!"

Desperately wanting to please Billy after how wonderful he'd made her feel, Kelly got to her knees, grasped her brother's swollen want in her hand, and began stroking it. She loved the way her brother reacted to her caresses. He groaned and his hips squirmed and twisted on the bed. Obviously, what she was doing to him felt very good.

For some reason she never could understand, Kelly got the urge to kiss the swollen pole she held in her hand, so she did.

Billy's groans got even louder. "God, Sis, you're making me crazy!" he cried. "Jeeeezus that feels good!"

While her tiny hands stroked his cock, Kelly captured the tip of his cock between her lips and licked the slit there with her tongue. It drove her brother wild. His hips rose off the bed, forcing his shaft deeper into her mouth.

"I'm gonna come!!! Oh, God, Kelly!!! I'm gonna come!!!" Billy groaned. He grabbed his sister's head, holding her mouth over his cock. Hot cream spurted into her mouth from his wildly pulsating cock. "Wahhhhhhhh!!! Sis!!! Oh, God, Sis!!!" he cried.

Kelly almost gagged, then she swallowed her brother's spurting goo. As she did, a tremor of delight raced through her. Not only had she made him come, she'd come, too!!!

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Kelly paused and turned in Mike's arms so she was facing him. He hugged his sister against him. Her story had reinvigorated his cock, which pressed against her soft belly. He'd never heard anything more erotic in his life!

"After that," Kelly said softly, "Billy and I got it on every time our folks weren't home. Even sometimes when they were." She took a deep breath and snuggled deeper into the circle of Mike's arms. "Billy had a girl he knew fix it so I could get birth control pills - our folks would have had a shit-fit if they knew I was on the pill - so we could do it all the way, you know?"

Mike continued holding her, not sure whether she was finished with her story or not. It turned out she wasn't.

"Then, one time, something really wild happened," Kelly said. "Our folks went to some kind of church meeting and were going to be gone all weekend, you know? I was lying on my bed reading when I heard the front door open. Then I heard footsteps coming down the hall. My bedroom door opened and Billy walked into my bedroom..."

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"Hi, sis," Billy said. "Want to party?" He walked to the bed and sat down on it.

It was summer, so all Kelly had on was a snug tank top and short cutoff jeans. Billy cupped one of her breasts and Kelly immediately felt excitement blossoming in her. Her brother's lips covered hers and she returned the kiss, her tongue lashing his. As they kissed, she felt her brother's hands slide under her tank top, onto her swelling breasts. His fingers teased her nipples and she groaned with joy. She loved the way Billy always made her feel!

Billy's lips left hers, moved to one of her nipples, then he sucked it into his mouth.

"Wahhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Kelly groaned.

Billy pushed her onto her back and tugged her cutoffs down her legs. Then he began eating her! Kelly felt his lips working against her labia while his tongue sluiced in and out of her sopping puss. She lay back, relishing the wild sensations she was experiencing. After a while, Billy stopped what he was doing, took his clothes off, then he knelt next to her head, his erection slapping against her cheek.

Hungrily, Kelly began sucking Billy's cock. She heard her brother's groans of delight and intensified her efforts. After a while, he pulled his cock from her mouth, laid down on top of her, and when he did, his erection slid into her. Billy began moving and Kelly's body shook as her brother drove his cock into her.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Billy!!!! Billlleeeeeee!!!!! I'm commmminnnnggggg!!!! I'm commmminnnngggggggg!!!" she wailed as her brother's cock sent her spinning into a wonderful, whirling abyss of lust.

As Kelly wound down from her orgasm, she realized Billy must not have come, because his cock continued to pound into her. She groaned, realizing that her brother was driving her toward yet another wild explosion. He bent and began sucking one of her breasts.

Then, without warning, Billy pulled his cock out of Kelly, leaving her feeling empty. "Turn over, Sis," she heard him say.

Kelly rolled onto her belly. Billy grabbed her buttocks and hoisted them up, then she was filled once again as he slammed his cock back into her. As he slammed into her once more, her brother's hands glided over her back, thrilling her more, almost more than she could stand. He slid his hands down her sides, onto her breasts, and began pulling on her nipples.

"Awwwwwwwwwww!!!! Jeeeeeeezussss!!!!!" Billy cried. Powerful thrusts accompanied his cries of joy as he exploded into her.

Then something Kelly never expected happened. Instead of stopping, her brother jabbed his cock back into her, but not into her pussy. The well-lubricated shaft entered her ass instead! Her level of arousal was so high, Kelly didn't care. She couldn't believe this was happening! Her brother was fucking her in the ass and it felt wild! She groaned and pushed her ass back at him.

The cock plunging into ass gave her more thrills than she'd ever experienced in her young life. It was more than she could stand.

 "Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Kelly groaned as incredible delight exploded through her, wracking her young body. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Gahhhhhhhhhh!!! I'm cummmminnnnnnngggggg!!!!!" Billy cried, "I'm comming in your assssssssss!!! Ohhhhhhh, Godddddddd!!!!!"

Spent, they collapsed on the bed.

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Mike was shaken by Kelly's story and as turned on as he'd ever been. His cock was hard as steel, pressing into her soft belly. She slid her small hand between them, cupped it, and began stroking it gently.

"Did my story turn you on?" she whispered.

"God, yes!" Mike replied. Before tonight, he'd thought of sister as kind of prissy, a little reserved, which was why he'd been shocked by the way she was acting at the wedding reception. What they did after they arrived at her house showed him he was wrong about that, but the story she just finished telling him revealed a wilder woman than any he'd ever known.

Kelly continued stroking his shaft. "Want to do something about it, Mike?" she murmured.

"Please, Kelly, I sure do!" Mike exclaimed. He wanted her desperately.

Kelly pushed him onto his back, then rolled on top of him. She raised her hips and the warmth and heat of her engulfed his cock as she lowered herself onto it.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!" Mike groaned.

Kelly rode him a while, gently, but insistently, smiling down at him, her face flushed with passion. It seemed he wasn't the only one excited by her tale.

Then she raised her hips and let his cock slip out of her, but she took it in her hand. "I want you in my ass, Mike!" she said, her voice urgent. "Would you like to fuck my ass?"

"My God, Kelly!!! Yessssssssss!!!!" Mike groaned. He could feel his sister positioning the head of his cock against her tiny rear opening. Then she began lowering herself on him. He'd never, ever, felt anything like this! He'd never been in anything as tight as Kelly's bottom.

"Yeahhhhhh!!!!" his sister hissed, her body quivering, as his cock slid into her snug orifice. "Damn, that feels nice! It's been so long!" Once Mike's cock was all the way in her, she began moving slowly.

Mike shuddered. The sensations he was experiencing were unbelievable! Nothing in his memory came close to feeling like this did! He desperately needed to come! "Gonna come!!! Oh, shit, Kelly, I'm gonna come!!!!" he cried. "I can't wait!!!!"

"Come, then!!! Please, Mike!!!" Kelly cried, "Do it! Come in my ass!!!!"

It was as if her words had pulled a trigger inside Mike. "Yeahhhhhhhhh!!! Oh, shit!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" he cried, hosing his sister's rectum with powerful spurts of his torrid cream.

"Eeeeeeyyyeeeeeee!!!!!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Kelly screamed. She went crazy, her body rocking wildly, her hips squirming. Her motions were so frantic, and the grip of her ass on Mike's cock so tight, it felt as if she were going to tear his organ from his body.

Much later, as satisfied as he'd ever been in his life, Mike was dressed and ready to go home. Kelly walked him to the door, wearing a silky bathrobe. At the door, they kissed.

Kelly clung to him. "Are we going to do this again?" she asked after their passionate kiss ended. "You're the first person I...I let fuck me in the ass since...since that time with..." She hugged herself.

 "You better believe we'll do this again!" Mike replied. "Kelly, you are fantastic!"

They kissed again, then he left. He arrived home to find his wife sound asleep, slid into bed next to her and, exhausted, fell asleep immediately.



The Wedding Ch. 18



Fred Mellon saw the young woman standing on the other side of the portable dance floor set up in Heidi Tate's back yard for her wedding. Since he had come to the wedding reception alone, he decided to ask her to dance. She was quite attractive and was wearing an incredibly snug black mini-skirt, which highlighted her long, fantastic legs. Her blue satin blouse was so sheer Fred could see the scanty bra encasing her fine breasts. She was about five-nine, extremely slim, had a nice tan, and her beautifully styled wavy brown hair hung just past her shoulders.

Fred made his way across the dance floor and walked up to the young woman. "Hi, would you like to dance?" he asked. 

Carol Ann Allenstein looked at the man who'd invited her to dance. He wasn't bad-looking, although he looked older than most of the guys she went out with. But, since Tim Jackman had just gotten married, she was in the market for a new lover. "Sure, I'd love to dance," she replied.

Carol Ann saw the man staring at her legs as she moved onto the dance floor with him. The band was playing a slow number, so they moved into each other's arms and began moving around the floor, amid other dancing couples.

"I'm Fred," he said.

"Carol Ann," the girl replied as she moved into his arms.

Fred enjoyed the feel of the young woman's body against his as they danced. She felt as hot as she looked.

"You a cop, too?" Carol Ann asked. "Seems as if every guy here is. Either that or a teacher."

"I am a cop," Fred replied. "What do you do?"

"I manage an apartment building," Carol Ann told him.

"So how did you get invited to the wedding?" Fred asked.

"Tim, the groom, used to rent an apartment in my building," Carol Ann said.

"I guess you have a vacancy then," Fred responded. "Seeing as how Tim's married now."

"Looks that way," Carol Ann said. "You looking for a nice small apartment?"

"It depends," Fred said. "I suppose I could be, if it was the right place."

"Maybe you ought to come over sometime and see what I've got to offer," Carol Ann suggested. She moved closer to him, letting her body rub against his more openly.

Fred felt her move closer, smelled the scent of her perfume, and his body's response. Asking Carol Ann to dance was an excellent idea. He could feel her firm breasts pressing against his chest and her soft hair tickled the side of his face and he shuddered. He let his arm drop, and his hand slid onto her finely-shaped bottom.

Carol Ann wasn't surprised to feel Fred's hand on her bottom. Then he cupped a buttock and squeezed it softly. She shuddered, her breath caught in her throat, and she felt warmth rising in her. "Ohhh!!! That feels nice!" she thought.

When the music stopped, Fred led Carol Ann into the house, and into the den, closing the door behind them. He sat down on a chair, pulled her onto his lap, and began stroking her legs, his hand going as high as her snug skirt allowed. He knew Carol Ann liked what he was doing. She was murmuring softly and he could see her nipples growing erect against her filmy bra. As he held her, he could feel her trembling and her breathing began to sound a little labored.

Carol Ann was elated by what had developed. Fred's hand was her nuts. This was going even better than she hoped it would. 

Fred kept doing what he was doing. The young woman on his lap was breathing hard, and the trembling in her legs had gotten more noticeable. He had a feeling he could have a lot of fun with her. He got her to stand up and turned the chair so they were facing each other. Carol Ann stood in front of him, flushed, breathing hard. Her erect nipples showed through the thin satin fabric of her sheer blouse and scanty bra.

"You're gorgeous," he said softly.

"Ah..." Carol Ann replied. She still could hardly breathe. "Thanks!"

"You have a gorgeous ass," Fred told her. He cupped her bottom in both hands and pulled her between his legs. "It feels wonderful," he told her, squeezing her firm bottom. "You're turned on, aren't you, Carol Ann?" he asked softly, continuing to gently massage her bottom.

Carol Ann nodded. "Uh-huh," she murmured.

Fred took his hands from her bottom, cupped her breasts, and slid his thumbs over her nipples until they were poking out clearly through her blouse.

Carol Ann felt as if electric shocks were going through her. She couldn't get her breath and felt weak and unsteady. She put her hands on the man's shoulders.

Fred tugged her blouse out of her skirt, then slid his hands up under it, cupping her firm bulbs of flesh through her lacy bra.

"Ahhhhhhh!!!!" Carol Ann groaned, her body quaking. God, did this ever feel good!

Fred continued petting Carol Ann's breasts and, as he did, he discovered that her bra's clasp was located between the lovely mounds of flesh adorning her chest. He flicked it open, then his hands slid onto her warm flesh and her rock-hard nipples pressed into his palms.

"Mmmmmmmmmmm!!!!" Carol Ann moaned. Damn, he was making her feel wild! This was freaky!

Fred thrust one of his hands between her legs, forcing the mini-skirt up as his hand slid up between her thighs. He cupped her vagina and felt wetness and heat emanating from her core. Gently, he probed her sopping middle, seeking her clit through her panty-hose. He felt her fingers tighten on his shoulders as he caressed her vagina.

"Gahhhhhhh!!!!" Carol Ann mewled when Fred's hand came in contact with her pussy. She couldn't believe this! Here, in some stranger's den, a guy she'd just met was playing with her tits and pussy, and she couldn't stop him! Oh, God, was this ever wild! She didn't know what he was going to do to her and she didn't care as long as it kept feeling this good!

Fred worked his hand inside Carol Ann's panty hose, pushed it down through her pubic hair, and onto her vagina. Her hips were squirming and thrusting constantly. He found her clit and began flicking his finger over it, punishing it. She reacted with soft moans, sighs, and thrusts of her hips. Sure she was now so aroused she would let him do whatever he wanted, Fred pushed Carol Ann's blouse up and bared her chest, then he urged her closer and took one of her nipples into his mouth. She responded with heightened moaning.

Totally overwhelmed by passion, Carol Ann found herself helpless to do anything but moan and quiver. Things had gotten wonderfully, excitingly, out of control and she didn't care! Hell, if he wanted to fuck her here, she wouldn't be able to stop him! In fact, if he kept doing what he was doing, he'd make her come with his hands and mouth!

"Ohhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!" she groaned, writhing, shaking, clasping Fred for support as his hands and lips sent wave after delicious wave of delight washing over her. Then...

"Ahhhhhhh!!!! Oh!!! Oh!!! Oh!!!! Oh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gnahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Carol Ann cried. Passion vibrated through her as a powerful orgasm washed over her. "Ohhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!"

Fred felt the young woman stiffen, then begin to shudder violently. Her hands clutched him and her moans grew louder. He felt the juices of love flooding out of her.

Even though Carol Ann's orgasm began to wind down, Fred continued to fondle her, sending additional jolts of pleasure through her.

"Want to take off and go somewhere we can have even more fun?" Fred croaked. He had to have her! And he didn't want to make love here.

"Ah...yeah," Carol Ann replied. "Ah...we...we can go to...to my place."

As they walked toward his car, Fred glanced down and saw Carol Ann's jellied breasts dancing enticingly as she walked next to him. His cock lurched and he grinned. This was going to be a lot of fun!

 They reached his van and got in. Fred started the engine, put the van in gear and started down the street. "Where do you live?" he asked Carol Ann.

His companion told him her address and leaned back in the seat, still a bit overwhelmed by how fast things between them were progressing.

It didn't take long to reach Carol Ann's apartment. When they arrived at the apartment complex Fred parked in the parking space Carol Ann indicated, then he accompanied the young woman to her apartment. His chest felt tight, his heart was pounding, and he had a very good start on an erection.

Carol Ann opened the door, walked inside with Fred, then locked the door behind them and stood looking at the man who she had brought home with her.

Fred looked back at her, surveying her fine body, and felt his cock lurch in his pants. Damn, she was a fine piece of ass!

"In...in there," Carol Ann said, nodding toward the door to her bedroom. She walked into the room, and heard Fred's footsteps as he followed her.

When they were in Carol Ann's bedroom, Fred moved behind her, put his arms around her, grasped her breasts and pulled her against him.

Carol Ann felt passion rush through her as Fred drew her against him. She squirmed her hips, rubbing her butt against him and felt his swollen cock prodding her. He was hard already! She moaned with delight as the hands encompassing and massaging her breasts incited her passion.

Fred pressed against the girl for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of her taut body against him, then he turned her around and covered her lips with his. Her arms locked around him and her tongue lashed into his mouth, sending shock-waves of excitement through him. He cupped her bottom, lifted her off her feet, and began moving toward the bed.

The only thing Carol Ann could think of was having Fred's big cock in her. She couldn't remember ever wanting a man more!

His hands trembling, Fred undid the buttons at the back of the young woman's blouse, then he slipped it down over her arms. His hands went next to the buttons of her skirt, undid them, and he peeled that skin-tight garment down over her lean hips. He had her nude now, save for the filmy bra and her pantyhose. Fred made quick work of the bra, then Carol Ann removed her panty-hose while he shed his clothes. They fell onto the bed, into each other's arms.

"Annnhhhhhhhh!!!" Carol Ann groaned when Fred drew one of her straining, swollen nipples between his lips and sucked on it hard. His hands seemed to be everywhere on her, driving her wild with need. She felt his cock, hard as steel, poking against her leg.

Fred needed her! Now! He rolled atop her, reached between their straining bodies, grasped his cock and, with an ardent movement of his hips, buried it in her swampy vagina. God! He needed this so badly!

"Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!" Carol Ann groaned when Fred's swollen cock slid into her. He was huge! She'd never been this full of cock! Her back arched, she ground her pubic arch against his, and her hips rose from the bed to meet his thrusts.

Fred fucked Carol Ann powerfully. Even though he was excited beyond belief, he had control. Harder and harder he stabbed his cock into the young woman's willing body, feeling her avid response. Her groans of excitement filled the room and her hands pulled at him as she pressed her body against his. He kissed her bared chest, licking and sucking her nipples while his cock plunged in and out of her.

"Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!! I'm...I'm...I'm gonna come!!! Oh, Lord!!! I'm gonna come!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!! Yeahhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, Goddammmnnnn!!! Godddammmmmmmmm!!!! Gaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh!!!!!" Carol Ann wailed. Her body went wild and she enjoyed some of the most incredible sensations she'd ever experienced.

"Unnnnnhhhhhhh!!!!" Fred cried as torrents of his come spewed into her quivering, straining body. Spent, he collapsed atop her.

"You really were horny, weren't you?" Carol Ann gasped once her senses returned.

"I couldn't help myself. You're a very exciting woman," Fred replied. He rolled on his side, pulled her against him, and kissed her.

"I...I don't know what came over me," Carol Ann said when the kiss ended. She felt herself blush. "I'm not a nun or anything, but I usually don't act like I did today, either."

"I don't normally act like this, either," Fred said. "I think what happened to us is what people call lust." He grinned at her. "And you know, I kind of liked it."

"Yeah, I kinda liked it, too," Carol Ann replied.

"I'm hungry," Fred said, "How about you?"

Carol Ann giggled. "Yeah, I am, now that I think about it. Good sex always does give me the munchies." She grinned at Fred. "And what we just did was just about the best sex I ever had!" She kissed him softly on the shoulder.

"How about I call for some take-out pizza?" Fred suggested.

"Sounds good to me," Carol Ann replied.

Fred rolled over, picked up the phone, and ordered the pizza. When he finished ordering, he rolled back, pulled Carol Ann into his arms, kissed her, and began to run his hands over her body once again. One of his hands slid onto her breast and Carol Ann trembled and sighed with bliss.

When the pizza arrived, Fred was lying between Carol Ann's legs, making her squirm and squeal with ecstasy as he licked and sucked her vagina. When the doorbell rang, he stopped.

"That goddamn pizza parlor's timing sucks!" Carol Ann panted. She'd been just about to come when the doorbell rang.

"Remember what we were doing," Fred said. He got off the bed and slipped his pants on. "As soon as I take care of this, I'll get back to it."

"You better," Carol Ann told him.

Fred went to the front door, got their pizza, and paid for it. He carried the pizza into the bedroom, set the box on the dresser, then he walked to the bed, pulled down the covers, and dove between Carol Ann's long, firm legs.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Jesus!!! Oh, shit!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Carol Ann cried when Fred resumed sucking her clit. Her legs locked behind his head as she strained off the bed. "Gahhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhh!!! You're makin' me come again!!! Dammmnnnnnnnn!!!! That feels so goooooooodddddd!!! Aw shit!!! Aw shit!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

Fred was unable to hear Carol Ann's cries of delight because her lovely legs were clamped around his head, but he knew from the frenzied way her body was moving that she'd come. He licked and kissed her a little more then, when her legs fell away from his head, he sat up and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.

He smiled at Carol Ann. "Now that we've had the appetizer, would you like some pizza?" he asked.

"Good idea," Carol Ann said. "Damn! I think I need a break!"

Nude, they sat in Carol Ann's bed and ate cold pizza. When they finished, Carol Ann rolled on top of Fred and began kissing him. His hands began sliding over her body again and she quivered.

She licked his chest, teasing one of his nipples with her soft lips.

Fred lay there, trembling as she aroused him.

A tremor went through Carol Ann when she felt Fred's cock, which was pressed between them, begin to swell against her belly.

Fred groaned softly as she slid down on him, kissing his belly, grasping his cock in her soft hands. Explosions of delight shook him when she took his hard cock in her mouth. Carol Ann worked Fred over expertly with her mouth. She licked, sucked, and took as much of his dong into her mouth as she could. She heard Fred's moans of ecstasy and decided that, as nice as having him come in her mouth would be, she wanted his cock in her again. She slid up, held the tip between her dewy vaginal lips, then began lowering herself onto it. A sigh came from her rosy lips as Fred's massive prong slid into her.

"Yeahhhhhhhh!!!!" she murmured, beginning to move her hips. "That's what I wanted! Oh God, yeah!!!"

Fred grabbed her lithe hips and began rocking his hips up off the bed, feeling the tight walls of her pussy clutching him as he drove into her.

"Oh!! Oh!!! Oh!!!" Carol Ann groaned as Fred's big wand plunged into her. "Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Oh, shit, Fuck!!! Fuck meeeeee!!!"

Fred did, watching her breasts bob and jiggle as a result of the frantic movements of her body. Then her vaginal walls began to ripple and he knew she was coming again.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!! This feels so gooooooooddddd!!! So goooooooodddddddd!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!! Don't ever stop!!! Don't ever, ever stop!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Carol Ann wailed as explosions of bliss jolted her fine young body.

"Yeahhh!!! Take it!!! Take all of it!!!" Fred shouted as he erupted into her, lost in an oblivion of overwhelming passion.

Carol Ann collapsed atop him and lay there, spent and satisfied. Fred didn't move. He couldn't. He was too used up. Eventually he went to sleep, covered by his lovely companion.

Fred woke before the young woman lying next to him and studied at her. The covers had been tossed aside leaving most of her lithe physique uncovered. As Fred gazed at her, he felt lust stirring inside him. He leaned over Carol Ann, began sucking one of her nipples, and felt it rise into his mouth.

Carol Ann moaned softly as delight awakened her. She opened her eyes and realized that it was morning and Fred, the guy she'd met at Tim Jackman's wedding reception, was sucking her tit! When she recalled the delights she'd experienced with Fred the night before, she shuddered. He was making her crazy, sucking her nipple like that!

Fred's hand roamed over Carol Ann's body and he felt her move as it slid along her soft skin. He plunged it between her lean, finely-formed legs and began playing with her vagina, which instantly became wet as his fingers probed, stroked, then entered it. Her back arched, forcing her hips off the bed.

"Gahhhhhhh!!!!" Carol Ann groaned when Fred's finger slid into her. He'd fucked her silly the night before. She didn't even remember going to sleep. Now he was making her crazy all over again!

Fred had a raging hard-on. After quickly bringing his eager partner to a high state of eagerness, he rolled on top of her and plunged his cock into her. God, it felt good! Fantastic sensations roiled in him as he plumbed Carol Ann's clasping channel with his rigid cock.

"Ohhhhh!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Jesus!!! Ohhhhhhh!!!" Carol Ann moaned. She went wild as Fred's cock plunged into her repeatedly. Her hands gripped him and her hips pounded up to meet his.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Oh, shit!!! Oh, shit!!! I...I...I'm gonna come!!!!" Carol Ann wailed, her hips rocking wildly. "Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Gonna come!!! Now!!! Oh, now!!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Yeahhhhhhhh!!! I'm commmmminnnnnnggggggg!!!! Gggahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Oh, Jesus!!! Jesus!!! Yeahhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!"

Fred felt his partner erupt, then his own ecstasy exploded and he bathed her insides with his juices. He kept pounding into her as long as he could then, spent, he collapsed atop her. When his cock began to soften and slip from her, he rolled onto his back.

Carol Ann lay there, electrified by what had just transpired. "Jesus!" she exclaimed, "You sure know how to wake a girl up!"

"I'm glad you liked it," Fred replied. "Want to get up and have breakfast?"

"Sure," Carol Ann replied. "Then what?"

"Well..." Fred looked pensive. "I've got the day off. Unless you want me to leave, I could stay a while. You did promise to show me an apartment, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did promise to do that, didn't I?" Carol Ann replied, smiling.



The Wedding Ch. 19



Marion Norris pressed against Len Dewey as they danced in a shadowy part of the dance floor that had been set up for the wedding reception. As their bodies moved together, she let her hands roam lightly over the young man's bottom. At the same time she felt his cock, which felt as if it was getting larger by the second, pressing against her belly. She heard the young man's soft murmur of delight and felt him shudder.

Len pushed his hips even tighter against the woman he was dancing with and slid his hands onto her firm bottom, tugging her tighter against him.

"You like that, do you?" Marion whispered into Len's ear. She knew he was getting very turned on, and so was she!

Marion, the school secretary, had come to the wedding looking for something she was no longer getting at home. Her husband arrived home late the night before and got in bed without touching her. He smelled of booze and perfume, so it didn't really bother Marion that he hadn't touched her. He was a jerk! Then, as usual, he headed out on another trip he insisted his company demanded he take.

She didn't need her husband. There had to be other men who wanted her, and she made up her mind that the wedding she was going to was as good a place as any to find one. When she arrived at the wedding reception, she spotted Len, a bulky, good-looking young man who had been in the same graduating class as the groom, standing alone at the edge of the crowd, watching other couples dance.

Len Dewey was one of the few black people in Jamestown, and as a result he'd encountered problems socially during his high school days, and he continued to have them. All of the attractive black women in town could be counted on the fingers of one hand, and most of them were already spoken for. As a result, Len didn't date much.

Marion gazed across the dance floor at the young man. He was quite attractive, and really was only a few years younger than she was. Marion, who'd grown up in a rural community where no blacks lived, found herself growing more and more intrigued by the handsome young black man.

After watching the young man for a while and noticing that he seldom danced, Marion screwed up her courage, walked across the yard, and asked the young man if he wanted to dance with her. One dance led to another, and the more they danced the more heated their embraces while dancing became.

"Mrs. Norris..." Len groaned, his hips twisting and turning. He wasn't sure about this. He knew that even in this day and age, there were a lot of people in town who wouldn't take too kindly to the fact that he was dancing with a white woman. "Godddd!! Do you have any idea what you're doing to me?"

"You better believe I do, Len," Marion purred. "Because you're having the exact same effect on me."

Len glanced down at the woman in his arms. He'd considered pinching himself when Mrs. Norris asked him to dance. He remembered her from high school. She was one of the people who'd always been nice to him and had treated him as if he were no different from any of the other students. He also thought she was one of the prettiest women he knew and was surprised that she was at the wedding reception alone.

The young man's eyes surveyed the woman he held. She was quite slim and had long, wavy brown hair that framed her very attractive face. Tonight, instead of the prim outfits she wore when he knew her at school, she had on a red blazer, white blouse, and snug black mini-skirt. Len wasn't sure, but when she walked, her breasts bounced, which made him think she might not be wearing a bra! He couldn't take his eyes off her.

When Mrs. Norris first asked him to dance, Len couldn't believe his ears. The minute they were on the dance floor, she pressed her body against his, and his cock began to swell. Now it felt as if it was going to explode.

As the evening progressed darkness fell, but the dancing continued. When the band stopped to take a break, Marion clutched the young man's hand and drew him to a shadowy corner of Heidi's huge back yard, well away from the rest of the guests.

When she was sure they couldn't be seen by the other guests, Marion turned to the young man, put her hand behind his head, and pulled his face down to hers. Their lips joined and thrills rushed through her.

Len could barely fathom what was happening. He had kissed women before, but no kiss he'd ever had gave him the thrills this one did. "Ah...would...would you like to go somewhere?" he stammered, when the kiss finally ended.

"Yes!" Marion replied, her voice husky. "I'd like that very much! Come on!" She couldn't wait, she had to do something with him now! She looked around desperately then, taking her companion's hand, tugged him toward the garage.

Marion dragged the stunned young man into the garage, locked the door behind them, and then turned to him. Len took a step toward her and took her in his arms. Marion pressed against him and their lips met in another torrid kiss. Her arms locked around the boy and her tongue lashed the inside of his mouth.

Len, his mind swimming with frantic emotions, tightened his embrace and, as the kiss continued, he heard Marion groan into his mouth and felt her thrust her pelvis against his hard-on.

Len, so aroused he no longer cared that he was with a white woman, unbuttoned Marion's blazer and blouse. Delighted to find she wore no bra, as he'd suspected, he began sucking her nipples while she clutched him, groaning. He was acutely aware there was a danger of their being discovered, but he didn't care. He was too turned on. A hundred white-sheeted Klansmen couldn't have kept him from groping Mrs. Norris's overheated body.

Len slid his hand between Marion's slim legs, then he pushed it upward, shoving her short skirt up as he did. Finally, he cupped his hand on her pussy and discovered it was sopping wet with excitement.

"Ohhhh!!! Godddd!!!" Marion groaned, wriggling her pelvis against the young man's hand. She had no idea she'd get this lucky at the reception! Len was wonderful. "Godddd!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!"

Len wanted to make love with Mrs. Norris desperately, but wasn't sure how to do that here in the garage. Making love on the dirty concrete floor was out. They were almost naked, and the yard was filled with people, so there was no way to get out of the garage and to the house, or anywhere else, for that matter.

He looked at the car next to them, reached out, and checked the door handle. It was locked. Damn! Then, as his eyes desperately searched the garage, an idea came to him. The hood of the car might be just the right height... Len grabbed his companion picked her up, and set her on the hood of the car. It was just the right height.

Len stripped off Marion's pantyhose and panties then, after opening his pants and pushing them down, he moved between her legs and took her in his arms again. Once more their lips fused.

Marion, thrilled, knew exactly what Len had in mind. She slid her hand between their overheated bodies, found the young man's cock, and began caressing it, massaging the juices oozing from the tip into the shaft. She couldn't believe how hard, hot, and big it felt! Finally, too aroused to wait any longer, she released the swollen cudgel and leaned back on her outstretched arms. "Take me, Len!! Now!!!" she cried. She was so turned on, so wild with need, she didn't care where they were. She wanted to experience his cock plunging into her! She had to have it!

Len, as aroused as his companion, plunged his rigid cock into her and felt shivers of joy race up his back as he slid in. This was the wildest thing he'd ever done! Powerfully he slammed against Mrs. Norris, sliding her back and forth on the car's smooth painted metal surface.

Marion, experiencing need which was the equal of Len's, yanked him against her, glorying in the feelings she experienced as the young man's swollen rod slid in and out of her.

"Lennnnnnnnn!!! Oh, Lorddddddddddddd!!! Yesssssss!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she whimpered. She wrapped her arms around him and clutched him, shuddering violently when an incredibly intense orgasm ripped through her. "Ohhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

"Oh, Jesus!!! Oh, Jesussssssssss!!!" Len groaned when his seed began to gush from him.

Spent by their powerful carnal union, the couple clung to each other while their bodies calmed.

"My God, Len!" Marion whispered. She had her face buried against Len's chest. "That was so wonderful!"

"Yeah, it sure was!" Len agreed breathlessly.

"My goodness, Len, you are fantastic!" Marion gasped. "We have to go somewhere else! I want more of you!"

"I want more of you, too!" Len replied. He'd calmed down a bit, and once more felt a little apprehensive about being with a white woman, but he had little ability to resist the powerful forces of lust that were still boiling in him. He had no idea why Mrs. Norris had come on to him like she had, but it didn't look as if she wanted to stop so he wasn't about to complain. A tremor ran through him.

Marion felt him trembling. "Are you all right, Len?" she asked, "You're shaking."

 "I...it's just that...what we did...was so...so wild, you know?" Len replied. "I mean, it was so intense it was scary, you know?"

"I feel the same way, love," Marion said, and kissed him softly. "Let me down from here. We better get dressed before someone wanders in here and catches us."

After they got their clothes back on, they stood looking at each other for a few seconds, then they were in each other's arms again, kissing wildly.

When the kiss ended, Marion took Len's hand. "I'm taking you home with me..." she said breathlessly, "...and I'm not letting you go until morning!"

Len, pleased by her words, squeezed her hand and smiled at her. "Lead on!" he said. He still wasn't sure he should be doing this, but there was no way he could stop!

They walked to Marion's car, got in, and she drove off, heading for her home and more of the delights she fervently hoped Len would give her.

At Marion's house, they got out of the car and walked into the house. The minute the door closed behind them, she pulled the young man into her arms, kissed him, and felt him return the kiss avidly.

As the kiss went on, Len cupped his companion's delectably shaped bottom in his hands and pulled her against him. He squeezed her firm bottom as he did. Then something occurred to him. Marion was married. "What...what about...your...your husband...?" he gasped when the kiss ended. His hands continued to massage her firm bottom.

"He's away on a business trip," Marion replied, squirming under his delectable caress. She smiled. "Nobody's going to interrupt us." She loved the way it felt having the his hands on her bottom and his cock pressing against her belly. Passion was burning out of control inside her.

"Well, then..." Len said. He backed Marion to the kitchen table and lifted her onto it.

"Len! What are you doing?" Marion asked.

Before she could say anything more, his lips were covering hers and his hands were undoing the buttons of her blazer and blouse once more.

Shocks of delight ripped through Marion when the young man cupped her breasts in his warm hands and his thumbs began rubbing over her nipples, bringing them to full, tingling erection. She glanced down, saw his dark hands moving on her pale skin, and shuddered with ecstasy.

Len's erection strained in his pants as he caressed Marion's breasts. Even though they were smallish, the breasts he held in his hands were, in his opinion, the nicest he'd ever seen. He moved closer to her, pushing up her skirt as he did.

Marion had left her stockings and panties off after they made love at the wedding reception, and that made what Len was doing much easier. He moved between her bare legs, felt the caress of her velvety skin on his, and cupped her buttocks. The kitchen table, just like the car, proved to be exactly the right height.

"Len!!" Marion protested as he moved closer. She heard his zipper buzz and realized what he intended to do. "We can't...not here...Ohhhhh!!! Lennnnnnnnn!!!!"

Warmth and wetness engulfed Len's rigid prong as it slid once more into Marion's quivering body.

"Ohhhhhh!!! Lennnnnnnnn!!!!!!!" Marion groaned. Once more luxuriant feelings swept over her as his cock intruded into her. "We...Oh, God!!! We shouldn't, ah, shouldn't...be...Ahhhhh!!!...doing this...Ohhhhh!!!...in...the...kitchen!"

Len clutched Marion's bottom as he drove into her powerfully. The drapes were open and there was a big, uncovered window in the kitchen door. Once more, the prospect of discovery made what they were doing that much more exciting. He looked at Marion's face. Her eyes were glazed and her features showed the slackness of lust. Her mouth hung partly open. Her lovely breasts, the nipples rigid, bobbed and jiggled delightfully as he plunged into her.

"Lennnnnnnn!!! Oh, Lennnnnnnnnnn!!!" Marion crooned, clutching at his arms, "I'm...I'm commmminnnnnggggg!!! Aggggggghhhhh!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! I'm commmmmminnnnnnggggg!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, yesssssssssss!!! Ohhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhh!!!"

"Yeah!!! Oh, yeahhhhhh!!!" Len cried, his moans of ecstasy mingling with Marion's. His fingers dug into her taut bottom and he continued to ram into her powerfully as his fluids bubbled up and gushed into her fluttering cave.

Afterward, they clung to each other until their bodies calmed. Len's erection softened and slid reluctantly from Marion.

"Oh, Len!" Marion said, savoring a feeling of total satisfaction once more. This evening had turned out far better than she dreamed it would. He seemed to know exactly what it took to excite her and give her thrills. "That...that was so incredible! But...but what if someone had come to the back door?"

"They'd have seen a helluva lot more than they expected to, wouldn't they have?" Len replied. He kissed her on the forehead. "I...I'm sorry about the way I acted when we got here, it's just that I wanted you so bad and..."

"Len, you don't need to apologize," Marion said. "God, its so wonderful to be wanted that much!" She slid off the table and felt a tickle as the juices he'd sent rushing into her began to seep out of her and dribble down her legs. She kissed him softly. "I need to take a bath, then I want us to make love in my bed!"

Len smiled at her. "Want me to help with your bath?" he asked.

Marion shuddered a little when she realized how delightful that could be. "I'd love it if you did," she replied.

Arms around each other, the climbed the stairs to the second floor of her house. When they reached the second floor, Marion led Len to her bedroom, then both of them stripped off their clothes. She experienced a bit of discomfort at being nude in front of the young man, who gazed at her with unabashed adoration in his eyes. She could feel herself blushing all over so she turned and started walking to the bathroom.

Len watched Marion leave the room. He hadn't seen a nicer sight in quite a while. Marion was really in good shape. She was tall and slim, but her body still curved in all the right places. And her bottom was wonderful! He heard the shower start and went to join his lover.

When he arrived in the bathroom he could see Marion's pale body moving through the steam-clouded pebbled glass tub enclosure. She moved gracefully, washing herself. Len pushed the door to the shower open and there she was, water beading like a scattering of glittering jewels on her skin. She had her eyes closed, and was letting the hot spray pelt down on her. She turned, opened her eyes, and smiled when she saw him.

"I wondered where you had gotten to," she said.

Len stepped into the steamy shower, took the washcloth from Marion, lathered it thoroughly, then he began washing her. She giggled with delight as he ran the lather-filled cloth over her body.

"I can't remember the last time anyone gave me a bath," she gurgled, "It's been a long time, probably not since I was a little girl. Oh, God, Len, it feels wonderful!"

"You sure as heck aren't a little girl any more," Len told her. "You're all grown up...and then some!"

Marion's giggles were transformed into moans of delight when Len began lathering her breasts. Her nipples grew rigid, and were soon jutting out through the layer of foamy suds coating her breasts. As delightful as washing Marion's breasts was, there was more, much more, Len wanted to do to her. He slid the cloth down her body, over her belly, then between her legs.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Marion cooed. "That feels fantastic, Len! I...I really need to be washed there!" She parted her legs to give him easier access. Soon she was quaking and grabbing at his arms for support as he thoroughly lathered her vagina. Her legs were shaking, and she was gasping for breath. "Len, that feels so incredible, but if...if you...you keep doing it," she panted, "I'm afraid I'll come!"

"I kind of hoped you might do just that," Len replied. He continued the caresses that were driving her wild.

"Mmmmmmm!!!!" Marion murmured, her hips beginning to rock in reaction to Len's sudsy caresses.

The washcloth needed more lather, so Len gave Marion a break while he re-soaped it. While he did that, Marion slid her hands over her body.

"Wash me more, Len," she said, her voice sultry, "I'm not clean yet, darling, I need you to wash me more!"

An idea popped into Len's head, something that would make what they were doing even better. He let the soap squirt out of his hands. It dropped to the floor of the shower, behind Marion. "Oops," he said, "I let the soap get away from me. It's down there, behind you."

"I'll get it," Marion said. She turned and bent over to pick up the soap.

When Marion bent over, her lovely ass, wet and glistening, was pointed in Len's direction, exactly as he hoped it would be. Len took his erect cock in his hand and slid it between Marion's finely-formed buttocks, into her her sudsy cavern. Seeing his ebony shaft disappear into his companion's pale body was one of the most erotic sights he had ever seen.

"Ohhhh!!!" Marion gasped when she felt the young man's cock invading her unexpectedly. "God, Len, you certainly are creative! Oh, God!!! I love it! It feels so wild!!!"

While the hot water pelted down on them, Len grasped Marion's hips and began thrusting into her powerfully. She braced herself by putting her hands on the wall of the shower stall and pushed back at him.

"This is...Ohhhhh!!!...incredible, Len!!!" Marion groaned. Wonderful sensations poured over her, like the water from the shower. "I...I never knew you could...Ohhhhh!!!...make love like this!! Don't stop!!! Oh, God, Len!!! Please don't stop!!!"

There was no way Len could have stopped. Deep in his loins, an orgasm was building, tightening his insides like a spring, which would soon uncoil in a burst of pleasure.

"I...I...Oh, God, Len!!! I'm going to come!!!!" Marion wailed, her body beginning to jolt. Then her moans reached a peak, as did the writhing of her body, when another intense orgasm swept over her. "Len, take meeeeeeeee!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" she cried.

Len's muscles tensed, then powerful spasms occurring deep in his loins sent his warm fluids shooting into Marion's writhing body. He clutched her hips, hanging on for dear life, when his legs went rubbery as he came.

Once their orgasms ended, Marion and Len clung to each other, holding each other up, until enough strength returned to their legs so they could stand unassisted. They finished their baths, towelled each other off, walked back to Marion's bedroom, and got in her bed.

"You certainly are full of surprises, Len!" Marion whispered, clinging to him, burying her head in his neck. She kissed his ear, then licked the spot she'd kissed. There were other men who wanted her, and who were willing to give her what she needed.




The Wedding Ch. 19



Spent from their exertions, the couple dozed off.

Len, who thought he was dreaming that someone was giving him an incredible blow-job, awoke and found that somebody, in fact, was doing just that. His erect cock slid in and out of Marion's mouth as her head moved up and down. Shock-waves of delight rumbled through him. His hips began moving as his body began to respond to Marion's oral caresses.

While Marion sucked Len's dark pole, her hands slid up and down his legs, adding immeasurably to the excitement she was giving him. He knew if he let her continue, he'd soon be filling her mouth with hot, sticky fluids, and he wasn't sure whether that was what she wanted.

Len began stroking Marion's back, and she twisted around to look at him, her eyes wild. She didn't stop what she was doing to him with her mouth.

"Marion...I...I'm going to come!" Len warned her, his voice strained. He thought she'd stop but she didn't. If anything, she increased her wondrous sucking. Her hand moved to his scrotum and she massaged his balls adding even more raging sensations to the ones that were already threatening to overwhelm him. "Marion I...I can't hold it any more..." he moaned. "Oh, God, that feels too good, I...I can't wait!!!" With a loud cry of joy, he exploded. His pulsing penis sent his fluids gushing from him like water out of a fire hose. Marion took her mouth from him, but continued to milk his cock with her hands. The sensations he experienced were so fantastic, so intense, that the pleasure she was giving him verged on pain.

Marion kept sucking Len's cock until it lay limp in her hand. She laid it gently on his leg, then she sat back on her heels and looked down at him, smiling, traces of his sticky white goo on her chin and chest. "Did...did you like that, Len?" she asked softly.

Unable to talk, Len nodded.

"I...I don't know what came over me," Marion murmured, a far-away look in her eyes, "I...I saw it lying there, on your leg, and I...I couldn't resist kissing it. The rest...just...it just kind of happened. Once I got started I...I couldn't stop."

Len lifted his arms and she came into them, her alabaster body sliding atop his ebony one. She kissed him and he could taste himself on her lips. "I loved what you did," he told Marion once the kiss ended. "It was wonderful!"

They lay in each other's arms until Len's strength returned. Then, unable to have her in his arms and not touch her, he began sliding his hands her incredibly smooth, warm skin. He heard his beautiful companion purr with delight as his hands glided over her.

"Do you think it's possible for a person to get too much sex?" Marion murmured as Len aroused her once more with gentle, insistent caresses. She couldn't recall the last time she'd been this aroused.

"I doubt it, but it might be fun to try and find out if that can happen," Len replied.

Marion giggled. "I'm willing to give it a try if you are," she said.

Len's exploration of her marvelous form became more intense. Marion whimpered with delight when he captured a turgid nipple between his lips and sucked on it hard. She raised her head, looked down and could see his purple lips engulfing her nipples. The sight made her tremble with delight. Her hands went to his ears and pulled his face against her.

Len's hands kept moving over Marion, delving into the cleft between her legs, feeling the wetness of arousal in her crinkly pubic hair. She thrust her hips up, seeking his touch, and he didn't disappoint her. His fingers parted the slick, silken pink lips of her labia and drove inside her. She moaned more fervently and began fucking his fingers while his lips moved from one straining nipple to the other.

Len moved so his lips could trace a path down over Marion's belly, then he paused and lavished a lot of attention to her navel, bringing squeals of delight from her while her hips continued thrusting onto his invading fingers.

"Yessss, Len!!! Oh, Yesssss!!!" Marion hissed through clenched teeth. She looked down and saw the tightly curled black hair on the young man's head, which was now buried between her lean thighs, and her body began quaking with approaching orgasm.

After kissing through Marion's lush pubic thatch, Len found the swollen bud of her clit and sucked it into his mouth. His companion's shrieks of delight rose to a crescendo, her thighs clasped around his head, and her hips gyrated in wild circles and humped up and down on the bed.

"Eat meeeeeee!!! Oh, God, Len, eat meeeee!!! Yessssss!! Yessssss!!!" Marion shouted. "I'm there!!! I'm there!!! I'm commmmminnnnngggggggg!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!"

At last Marion's cries of ecstasy waned and she collapsed onto the bed. It was Len's turn to have a face smeared with come, and to slide up a warm body and embrace a person spent from delight.

Marion turned in here lover's arms, facing him, her breasts pressing against his chest. Len kissed her and she smiled weakly. Never, in her entire life, had she been treated to such wonderful, plentiful, sex. Spotting Len at the party had been the luckiest thing that had ever happened to her! "Oh, God, Len!!" she exulted, "I'm not finished yet, let's do it some more!"

"I'm sure willing to give it a try," Len said, and kissed her. Once more their tongues duelled. The time it took him to pleasure Marion had given his body a chance to rest, and he felt familiar stirrings deep inside him as his hands once more stole over her velvety flesh.

Marion was kissing his chest. Then her soft lips moving to his nipples, stiffening them. She sucked on Len's dusky nipples like he had sucked on hers moments before, and he was delighted by how wonderful it felt. Her soft hands continued exploring his body, sliding over his ass cheeks, making them tighten with involuntary spasms.

"Do you like that, my darling?" Marion asked.

"Yeah, I sure do! It feels incredible!" Len gasped in reply.

The young man's cock had arisen again, and when Marion felt it pressing against her belly, she rolled on top of him, trapping his erection between them. She grinned down at the dark-skinned young man lying under her. "You really are insatiable, aren't you, Len?" she groaned. "Do you ever stop?"

"Look who's talking about being insatiable!" Len gasped. "Jesus!"

"I know, isn't it wonderful?" Marion gasped. She began moving her hips, caressing the shaft of his cock with her vagina, exciting both of them. "God, Len, I need you again!" she gasped. "I have to have that wonderful thing of yours in me again!" She reached between them, grasped his cock, and soon had him deep inside her. Then she began moving her hips. "Oh, God, Len!!!" she cooed, "I love this!!! I love it so much!!!"

Faster and faster Marion's hips moved, whipping Len's cock around inside her, stirring her. Her moans of joy grew louder and her body began trembling. Her hips went wild and her luscious body began shaking. Then she was experiencing the feelings she wanted. "Len!!! Oh, Len!!! I'm almost there!!" she whimpered as she felt her orgasm beginning. "Take me, Len!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!! Oh, darling, take me nowwwwwwwwwww!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!"

"Me, tooo!!! Oh, God, me toooooo!!!!" Len groaned, once more spewing his hot juices into her.

Once more they clung to each other once their passion was spent. Their mixed fluids trickled out of Marion, dripped onto Len, and ran down through the crack of his ass.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Marion murmured happily as they lay in a happy, sated embrace. "That was so wonderful!!!"

"It sure was!" Len agreed.

They enjoyed snuggling a little longer, but other needs had begun making themselves known. After all, they'd been engaged in strenuous activity for several hours, and had taken only a few brief breaks.

"Are you hungry?" Len asked his Marion. "I sure am."

"It's funny you should ask," Marion replied. "I was just thinking that myself." She kissed him on the nose. "I don't want you to think I'm getting tired of you," she said, "because I'm not. But it might be nice to take a break from making love for a little while."

"Good point," Len said. "After all, man cannot live by sex alone."

Marion giggled, a soft, wonderful, sultry sound. "Why don't we go downstairs? I'll get something together for us to eat. I hope you don't mind leftovers or frozen dinners."

"Anything you have is fine," Len said. "I'm not fussy."

Marion got up, slipped on a silken robe, and handed one of her husband's robes to Len, who slipped into it. Then they went downstairs to the kitchen to see what they could find to eat.

Marion was bent over in front of the refrigerator, looking for something to make for them. Len, standing next to her, slipped his hand into her robe and began to fondle one of her breasts.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Marion mewled. "Len, what are you doing? I thought you said you were hungry."

"I'll stop if you want me to. Do you?" Len asked.

"Nnnnnnoooo!!!!" Marion groaned as thrills once more began to sweep through her. Len's ability to arouse her seemed boundless! "No, don't stop!!! Never!!!!!"

The more Len caressed her breasts, the louder Marion purred with delight. He wasn't about to stop. He continued his fondling, savoring Marion's cries of delight.

"Oh, God!!! I love this so much!!!" Marion whispered as a tremor of delight shook her.

Len slid his hand down over her body, opening the robe, as he did, then he inserted his hand between her silken thighs. Marion, hanging onto the door of the refrigerator, parted her legs and he touched her center, eliciting a loud moan of happiness from her.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Marion groaned. Her body shook. "God, Len, every time you touch me, I feel like coming!!!"

As Marion continued to cling to the open refrigerator, Len intensified his caresses. His fingers parting her labia, then two of them slipped into her. She began moving against him, clutching his arm desperately. "Oh, God, Len!!!" she whispered, "I...I think I...I'm going to...to come!!!"

"Go ahead," Len said softly. He began rubbing his thumb over her clit.

Marion's soft moans and squeals were constant and her hips were alive with frantic activity. "I'm commmminnnnnngggggg!!!! Oh, Lord!!!! I'm commmminnnnnggggg!!!!!" she murmured, her hips bucking against Len's intruding fingers. Len watched Marion's face as she came and felt pre-cum seeping from his cock.

When Marion quieted, Len pulled his fingers from her still-quivering vagina, took her in his arms, and held her against him.

"You're awful!!" Marion exclaimed. "My God!"

"Did you like that?" Len asked.

"I loved it!" Marion replied, snuggling against him. "I can't believe that you like making me come without you, though."

"I love it," Len told her, squeezing her. "You can't believe how wild and gorgeous you look when you're coming. It's a real kick, knowing I'm making you feel that good."

"Oh, Len," Marion said, feeling herself blush.

They finally did get something to eat and, when they finished, they returned to Marion's bedroom.

Marion walked toward her young lover, a big smile on her face. When she reached him, she dropped to her knees, pushed his robe apart, and took his rigid sable cock in her hands. Her hands shook as she caressed it then, smiling up at him, she said, "Now it's my turn to do you!" Having said that, she took his cock deep in her mouth and began sucking on it while she lashed it with her tongue. Her hands cupped Len's dangling sac and rolled his swollen balls

It wasn't long before, with wrenching spasms and groans of delight, Len erupted into Marion's mouth. His legs went rubbery again and he held her head in his hands as he fucked her mouth.

Afterward, they got up and went back to Marion's bed. Once more, their hands began exploring and Len found himself growing hard yet again.

"Get on your knees," Len told Marion as his desire once more rose to a fever pitch. She did, presenting her taut bottom to him. He got on his knees behind her and moved close, his cock slapping against her. He guided the tip to the cleft between her finely-shaped buttocks and rubbed it up and down through her swampy wetness.

"Put it in me, Len!!! Don't tease me!!! I want you in me again!!!" Marion begged.

Grasping her hips, Len drove deep into her once more.

"Yesssss!!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, Yesssss!!!" Marion hissed. "It feels so good, so fantastic!!!!" She rocked back against him and his thighs smacked against her creamy buttocks as he rammed into her.

Len looked up and realized he could them in the mirror over her dresser. It was as if he was watching an adult movie and he and Marion were the actors. Her dangling breasts jumped and wriggled as their bodies thudded together.

"Oh, God, Len!!!!" Marion exclaimed, "I...I'm going to come again!!!"

Len leaned forward; caught her dancing breasts in his hands and felt her rigid nipples boring into his palms. He squeezed them.

Marion's body began to jolt, her moans turned into wails and, once again, she exploded violently into orgasm. "Take me, Len!!!! Take meeeeeeeee!!! Yesssssssssssssssss!!!!!!!!! Oh, darling, yesssssssssssssssss!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed, her body bucking wildly.

The tension in Len's middle uncoiled and, with an incredibly sweet rush, his fluids coursed up and out, into Marion. His orgasm seemed to trigger still more joy for his companion, whose moans grew still louder.

"I...I think we...did it. I'm...I'm all fucked out," Marion said languidly as they lay in each other's arms after they finished.

"Me, too," Len agreed. He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer against him.

"Do...do you have to go home tonight, Len?" Marion whispered apprehensively.

"No," Len said.

"Will you stay with me?" she asked, kissing him. "I...I want to go to sleep in your arms and wake up in them, too."

Len smiled at her. "You'll have to call the cops and have them throw me out," he replied.

Locked in each other's arms, they dozed off. Both of them soundly and well. Daylight coming in the windows woke Len who, at first, wasn't quite sure where he was. He looked around the room, then at the woman snuggled against him, her back to him, her hair a tangled mass on the pillow, and remembered. Marion stirred softly in her sleep and her buttocks moved against him. Immediately, his penis began swelling, pressing into the cleft between them.

Len slid his hand lightly over Marion's silken, creamy skin, cupped her breast, and squeezed it softly, then he teased the nipple until it was rigid. As he did that, the motions of her hips grew more urgent.

Before long, Marion was murmuring with delight while her buttocks caressed Len's erect cock, which continued to grow harder and harder as her body moved against it.

"Oh, Len, this is such a wonderful way to wake up," she murmured. "I wish I could do it every morning."

"Me, too," Len said, continuing to work on her. He reached down and hooked her leg back over his, exposing her vagina to his touch. His hand slid through her pubic hair, onto her clit, and the movement of her hips increased in intensity. Juices of excitement began oozing from her, lubricating Len's finger, making it easier for him to arouse her.

As he toyed with Marion's opening, Len could feel the tip of his cock protruding from between her legs. He pressed it against her opening and moved his hips, causing it to rub against her slit.

Marion groaned and begged him to put it in her, so he did, once more feeling a rush of thrills as her tight, wet, cavern engulfed his cock.

"This is so wonderful! I had no idea you could make love lying like this!" Marion murmured as their bodies began the ritual motions of love-making.

Thrills shot through both of them from the point of their joining as their bodies moved together in a steady rhythm.

Len continued fondling Marion's breasts and that quickly brought her to the bursting point. Without warning, she exploded, uttering loud wails of pleasure, her hands flailing, looking for something to grab. "Lennnnnnnnn!!! Oh, Godddddd!!!" she cried, "Nowwwwwwwwww!!! Take meeeeeee!!! Oh, yes, darling, take meeeeee!!!! Nowwwwwwwwww!!!!! Nowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww!!!"

Groaning, Len joined her, pumping his molten fluids into her once again.

At last Marion went, limp. Len's cock slid out of her, but remained trapped between the cum-smeared cheeks of her ass.

"You...you do have to go home today, don't you?" Marion asked finally.

Len bent and kissed her neck under her silken hair. "I'm afraid I do," he said.

"Will...will I ever...see you...again?" Marion asked hesitantly. Being with Len had been so wonderful, she didn't think she could bear it if it turned out he only saw her as a one-night stand. 

"I will if you want me to," Len said. He felt a powerful attraction for Marion, and wanted to see her again as badly as she seemed to want to see him.

"I do, Oh, God, I certainly do!" Marion exclaimed. She turned in his arms and buried her face against his chest. Len stroked her hair and her smooth back. "This time that we...we've been together has really so wonderful," she murmured. "I...I've never, ever, experienced anything like it."

"Me, either," Len said.

They got up, showered, dressed, and went downstairs. Marion made breakfast and they sat at her kitchen table, eating. Both of them were aware that Len had to leave, and seemed to be doing things slowly to avoid that reality. Finally, they could delay no longer.

Marion looked at Len. "When will I see you again?" she asked.

Len reached across the table and took her hand. "I'm on duty from six tonight to eight tomorrow morning," he said. "Would eight thirty tomorrow be soon enough?"

Marion squeezed his hand. "No, it isn't." She smiled. "But I'll just have to wait, won't I?"

"I guess so," Len said. "I'm not sure I'll be able to concentrate at work, knowing you're waiting for me."

They walked to the door, wrapped their arms around each other, and kissed fondly.

"Tomorrow morning, at eight-thirty?" Marion said.

"Have some coffee ready," Len replied. "I'll be here." He gave Marion another kiss, then he was out the door.

Marion watched Len walk down the sidewalk until she could no longer see him. Then she turned and began cleaning up the breakfast dishes. Thinking about what would happen when Len returned the next morning started her heart pounding and gave her a fluttery feeling in the pit of her stomach.

"This is crazy!" she thought as she put the dishes in the dishwasher. "I...I'm all wound up about a man I don't really know, other than that he went to school where I work. I...My God!...and he's coming back tomorrow!" She smiled to herself. "I guess as long as Len's in my life, I won't need my husband to satisfy me, will I?"



The Wedding Ch. 2



As we walked back in to the reception hall, I saw my wife and all of her friends sitting at our table. "We've been looking all over for you ladies. Where did you go?" I asked Tammy.

"We were wondering the same thing," Tammy said. "We were waiting for you outside the main entrance."

"That damn elevator was taking forever so we took the stairs down," I lied.

I looked over to see Jenny greeting a young man I had not noticed when we walked up. "This is my boyfriend, Tim," Jenny said. I greeted him, and they walked out to the dance floor. As they left, Jenny looked back over her shoulder and smiled at me. My wife grabbed my hand and pulled me out to dance with them. She asked me if I thought Jenny was cute. "Not really," I lied. "She's too skinny."

After a while we went back and sat down with the group. My wife went off to the bathroom, and Tim went to get Jenny some punch. Jenny was sitting next to me and leaned over to me. "You're cum is dripping down my leg. Can I have my panties back know."

"Not until I get your number." I whispered. She borrowed my pen and scratched her phone number on a corner of the paper napkin. I tore it off, and handed her panties back to her under the table.

Tammy jumped up and walked around to my side of the table and pulled me out to the dance floor. "What was that about," she asked me as we walked. I just smiled at her as we walked into the crowd and put my hand on her ass. As we danced, she ground her pussy into my leg again. She was wearing a pants suit, so she could really straddle my leg and enjoy herself.

"How long has it been since you had a good hard fuck," I whispered.

"Ten years," she replied with a smirk.

"Let's go then," I said.

We went out to the elevator, but there was a line waiting. So we took the stairs and ran up a few flights. Then I turned and gave her a kiss and pulled her close. She wasn't as pretty as Jenny, but she was very eager. As we felt each other up, I realized that we couldn't walk up seven more flights of stairs to fuck in the bathroom by the restaurant like Jenny and I. So I pulled her through the door to the 5th floor and listened for sound coming out of one of the rooms. I knocked on the first door that sounded like someone was home. "What are you doing?" Tammy said urgently. "Finding a place to fuck you," I said.

Just then a young boy opened the door. "Sorry. Wrong room," I said. And pulled Tammy further down the hallway.

I knocked on another door, and this time a middle age man answered the door. "Excuse me sir, are you alone?" I asked.

"Yes, what do you want?" he replied.

"I just met this women at a party down stairs and we were looking for a place to fuck," I said matter of factly and pushed my way past him with Tammy in tow. He started to protest, but closed the door behind us anyway. Tammy and I walked over to the bed, kissed again and I started to undo her blouse. The man saw this and sat down on a chair, and his jaw dropped. I tossed the blouse onto the floor and undid her bra. Tammy protested and pointed to the man sitting on the chair. "Don't be shy," I said. Then I looked over at him and told him not to leave that chair. He nodded.

This seemed to easy Tammy's fears, and she let the bra fall to the floor. Her breast were large and sunken, I kneaded them and kissed her with full tongue. She undid my tie and shirt, pulling them over my head. We undid our own pants in the name urgency and were soon naked. I pushed here down onto the bed and crawled between her thighs. Her pussy hair was glistening with her juices, and I couldn't resist eaten her. I licked with all the expertise I had, fingered her hot cunt box and tickled her G-spot. She came twice, rapidly, and I was ready to be inside her.

For the second time that night I asked, "Can I cum inside your pussy?" She moaned, "Yes, God, yes!" I rubbed my cock on her pussy lips, and slid it all the way in, missionary style. It must have been a long time for her, because she came immediately. She grunted and panted hard as I pistoned my cock in and out of her pussy. Her pussy walls were hot and thick with her juices. Her clit was engorged with blood and I made sure I pounded it hard with each stroke. She lifted her knees up to allow my deeper access and I kept banging her roughly as she came again. That's all I could take and I rammed my cock all the way in and came inside her. I held her for a second as my cock jerked inside her.

I pulled out of her and crawled up her body so that my cock was at her lips. "Clean it off," I said. She hesitated but did it. Her warm lips and tongue felt great on my cock. When she finished, I got up to get dressed. Tammy just lay there watching me. "Do you have to go?" she asked. "Yes, my wife is probably be looking for me," I said.

As I finished dressing, I remembered the man sitting on the chair. He was still there with a raging hard on, staring at Tammy. I looked at Tammy. Her legs were still spread wide, with my cum dripping from her pussy. I went to the bathroom, grabbed a towel and covered her eyes with it. "What is that for," She asked. "It's a surprise," I said. Then I motioned to the man to come over and put my finger to my lips in a silent "shhhh." I pointed at her pussy, and he knew what to do. He kneeled between her legs and started licking up my cum and teasing her clit. She moaned, grabbed his head and pushed it down into her soaked cunt. I quietly closed that door behind me and took the stairs back to the dance. I found my wife, who was again looking for me, and took her home for some more fun.



The Wedding Ch. 20



Reg Davis felt out of place at his friend Tim Jackman's wedding reception. He'd invited Barbara Loomis, the secretary to the head of the department's detective division to be his date, but she told him she had agreed to attend the affair with Lt. Evan Dillon, the Jamestown Police Department's the deputy commander of the detective division.

Unknown to the Lieutenant, Reg and Barbara had begun dating a few weeks before the wedding and their relationship had been heating up.

"You know I would really rather go to the wedding with you, Reg," Barbara told Reg a few nights before the event occurred, "but I did promise Evan I'd go with him weeks ago."

It made things even worse for Reg that Barbara looked wonderful. She was wearing a lounge outfit of satiny golden material that, although it was loose, clung to her ample curves wonderfully. Her blonde hair had been brushed and looked to the young man like spun gold. Reg was sure there was no way Lt. Dillon, a twice-divorced man of fifty, could come close to appreciating how great Barbara looked.

Reg mingled, trying as much as possible to avoid Lt. Dillon and Barbara. It was hard acting as if he was enjoying himself when, in fact, he was miserable.

At one point, he went upstairs to use the bathroom. When he emerged from the upstairs bathroom, he encountered Barbara, who was walking down the hallway.

Smiling, the attractive blonde pushed him back into the bathroom. "I saw you come up here, and I had to get you alone," she said, locking the door. She put her arms around Reg and kissed him passionately.

The contact of Barbara's lovely body against his had started awakening Reg's cock. The torrid kiss turned it into a swollen shaft. He cupped her wonderfully-shaped bottom and pulled her against him, grinding his hips against hers.

Barbara leaned back in Reg's arms, her eyes ablaze with need. "I know this is...it's crazy," she gasped, "But I...I can't wait. I...I have to have you! Now!"

Her hands fumbled with his belt then, before Reg could utter a word, his trousers dropped around his ankles.

"It looks like I'm not the only one who needs it," Barbara murmured, her hand sliding up and down over Reg's cock. She sank to her knees and took his erection into her mouth.

The action was so unexpected and so erotic, Reg almost came the minute Barbara's mouth touched his erect penis. Thrilled, he groaned softly.

While Barbara performed wonders on his cock with her mouth, Reg looked around, trying to figure out how they could do what they both wanted desperately to do. There was a place he could sit, he realized. His legs wobbly, he backed up and sank onto toilet.

Barbara, realizing what Reg was thinking, removed the bottom of her outfit and straddled him. As she stood over him, he stroked her vagina with his fingers, finding it soaked with the effluent of excitement. Then, slowly, she sank down onto him.

"Oh, yesssss!!!!" Barbara moaned. Her thighs embraced Reg's while their bodies joined. When he was in her all the way she began to rock her hips, lashing his rigid pole around inside her.

Reg, realizing he was about to come, clamped his mouth over Barbara's figuring it would be the only way they could keep their climaxes quiet. Before long, they were groaning into each other's mouths and sharing an incredibly intense orgasm. As long as nobody was standing outside the bathroom door with their ear pressed against it, it wasn't likely they'd be heard.

When they finished, Barbara raised herself off Reg, then she walked to the sink and cleaned herself up. She looked over at him. "That was just an appetizer," she said, smiling. After she wiped herself off, she slipped her satin pants back on, checked herself in the bathroom mirror, then turned to her companion and smiled. "Can you come over to my place later?" she asked. "After the reception is over."

Reg smiled back at her and nodded. "I'll be there," he told her. "I'll go back to my place when I see you and your date leave."

"I'll call you as soon as I'm home alone," she said. "I would much rather be your date today, you know." She kissed him, opened the door, and left the bathroom.

Reg cleaned up, then headed back downstairs. When he started down the stairs, he encountered Rina Clinton, the wife of Deputy Chief Herman Clinton, who was headed upstairs.

"How are you, Offisher Davish?" the buxom, attractive woman asked, grinning at him.

Warning bells began sounding in Reg's mind. This wasn't good. Mrs. Clinton was one of those women who exude sex, and Reg had heard rumors that she had a habit of coming on to some of the younger officers. The thing was, Mrs. Clinton was a damn good-looking woman.

Reg looked the deputy chief's wife over. Her outfit was made of a soft knit material, and consisted of a draped top and loose pants. The top was a soft pastel peach color and the pants were white. The clinging material highlighted the curvy, exciting body it covered.

"Ah...I...I'm fine, Mrs. Clinton," Reg replied.

Reg was on the step above Mrs. Clinton, looking down at her. He knew there were guys in the department who claimed they'd scored with the deputy chief's wife, but he had never been sure whether or not they were lying. Judging from the way the woman was acting right now, those other officers weren't lying. And it looked as if Mrs. Clinton was offering him the same opportunity.

Alarms continued to jangle in his mind. Reg wanted to have a career enforcement, and especially in the Jamestown Police Department. He knew he could put his law enforcement career at risk if he let his cock overrule his good sense. "Ah...are you having a good time at the reception?" he asked. "It...it was a nice wedding, wasn't it?"

The deputy chief's wife giggled. When she did, her large breasts jiggled under the fabric of her top. "I'm having a wonnerful time, Offisher Davish, but I think I may have had a wee tiny little bit too mush to drink."

Reg detected the smell of alcohol on her breath, which mixed with the scent of the perfume she was wearing. "My husban' keeps tellin' me I shouldn't drink so mush," she continued, "He saysh when I do, I get in trouble." The smile that followed her comment wasn't at all innocent.

Below them, the wedding reception continued full-tilt. People were talking, music was playing, and everyone was busy enjoying themselves. People walking by the stairway didn't even look up at the couple standing on the steps, talking. Reg desperately tried to figure out some way he could break away from Mrs. Clinton.

"I gotta go wee-wee," Rina said. She hiccupped and again her jellied breasts danced wonderfully. She lifted a foot, planning to continue moving up the stairs, and stumbled.

Reg didn't think it would be a good idea to let the deputy chief's wife fall down the stairs, so he took hold of her arms and helped steady her. "Careful, Mrs. Clinton," he told her. "You could have fallen down the steps and hurt yourself." The warmth of her firm body radiated into him as he held her arms in his hands.

"Tol' you, didn't I?" Rina giggled. "I guess I really did have a little tiny bit too mush to drink, huh, Offisher Davish?"

"Would you like me to get Chief Clinton?" Reg asked.

Rina shook her head. "No, don' do that! He'll jush get mad and yell at me," she replied. "He'll make me go home and I don' wanna." She peered at him. "Could you be a nishe offisher and give little old me a hand getting to the bathroom?"

Reg wished he were somewhere else, but he wasn't and it looked like he was stuck with her now. "Sure, I guess so," he said. He'd get her safely to the bathroom, then he could disappear.

"After I'm finished going wee-wee, you can help me go down the shtairs, too," Rina continued, leaning against him. "Then Herman won't get upshet with me and make a fush. I don' wanna shpoil the party."

Reg helped guide the inebriated woman to the bathroom door. She was pretty unsteady on her feet, and his arm came in contact with one of her breasts a couple of times as they went up the stairs and down the hallway. Much to his surprise, Reg felt his cock begin to awaken. "Jesus, I better be careful!" he thought. "If I don't watch myself, I could be headed for big trouble here."

Reg led Rina into the bathroom and she leaned against a vanity along the wall, just inside the door, and looked up at him. Her nipples stood out against her top like little fingers.

"Ohhhh, thank you, Offisher Davis," she murmured, grasping the vanity to support herself. "If it weren't for you, I might not have got in here shafely."

Reg released the deputy chief's wife's arm and backed up a step, intending to leave the room so she could tend to business. He looked at her and watched her eyes traveling down his body. They locked on his groin, where a swelling lump had begun to form. He saw her eyes widen, then fire flickered to life in Rina's eyes. He knew he should leave the bathroom immediately, but he didn't.

"What's that, Officer Davis?" Rina asked, her voice growing soft and sexy, and showing no trace whatever of slurring. She extended her hand and, before Reg could protest or move, she began stroking his growing bulge. Her hand completed the effects that had been started by his contact with her lush body as he guided her to the bathroom.

"My goodness, Reg, you have a hard-on!" Rina whispered. Looking almost as if she was in a trance, she gazed into his eyes and stroked his cock through his pants. "It feels nice and big!"

Reg couldn't talk. Her touch was like an electric probe, sending bolts of joy into his body. He knew the smartest thing he could do was leave the bathroom, but he couldn't move!

Before he realized what she intended to do, Rina sank to her knees and began unzipping his fly. Reg, fortunately, did have enough presence of mind left to close and lock the bathroom door. "I...I guess I'm stuck," he thought, as wild feelings began to course through him. "It's sure as hell too late to leave now."

Rina tugged the stunned man's swollen rod out of his pants, then she took it into her mouth, as if she couldn't wait to see what it tasted like. She started sucking him wildly and, at the same time, she cupped and caressed his balls.

Wild sensations rippled through Reg. He knew he could get in big trouble for this, but he was sure he wouldn't be able to stop her without creating some kind of scene. He grasped the edge of the vanity for support as his legs started to grow rubbery from what Mrs. Clinton was doing to him.

The wife of the deputy chief was, Reg quickly learned, quite expert at cock-sucking, and he was the joyful, quivering recipient of her expertise. For one wild moment he thought about the deputy chief and was envious. If Chief Clinton could handle a package like this, there was a lot more to him than met the eye. On the other hand, if Chief Clinton were tending to business, his wife wouldn't be here, sucking Reg's cock!

Rina's oral skills were such that it wasn't long before Reg uttered a low, fervent groan and erupted gob after sticky gob of hot cream into her mouth. She kept sucking on him until his cock hung limp, then she let it slip from her mouth. She sat back on her knees and looked up at him, her face shiny with his come, some of which had overflowed her mouth and dribbled onto her chin. "There! Don't you feel better, Officer Davis?" she asked.

"Oh, yeah!" Reg panted. "I sure as hell do!"

"Would you like to fuck me?" she asked, grinning.

"You bet I would!" the young officer replied. Right then, his law-enforcement career was the farthest thing from his mind.

Rina looked around, frowned, and shrugged. "I guess we can't get it on in here," she said, sounding disappointed. "I guess I'll have to give you a call later." She grinned. "You got quite a cock there, Officer Davis."

Reg didn't know what to say. "Will you need help getting back downstairs?" he asked.

Rina chuckled. "Maybe I should ask you that," she said.

She had a point. Having just been through two draining experiences within a half-hour, the young man was feeling a bit weak in the knees.

"I think I can make it," Reg said. He left Rina in the bathroom and went back downstairs.

In the back yard, Reg saw Deputy Chief Clinton talking with the mayor. He gave the man whose wife had just blown him a wide berth and headed for the bar. He needed a drink! A few minutes later, he saw Barbara and her date heading toward the front yard and drifted after them. Standing at the corner of the house, he watched Barbara and her date get in Lt. Dillon's car and drive off.

Reg started toward his car and, once again, he encountered Rina Clinton. She grabbed his arm. "I am going to call you, Reg," she whispered. She released his arm, and her hand brushed over his crotch.

"I...I'll be waiting," Reg replied. He walked to where his car was parked, got in, and drove home to await Barbara's call. He had settled down and no longer cared whether Mrs. Clinton ever called him. Actually, he hoped she wouldn't.

When Reg got to his apartment, he went into his living room and sat down next to the phone. It seemed like no time at all before the phone rang.

"Evan just left," Barbara breathed into the phone. "How soon can you get here?"

Reg's body tingled, just from hearing her voice. "I'll be there in less than ten minutes," he told her.

"The door's open, come right in," Barbara purred.

Reg drove to Barbara's apartment building, parked, went inside, and up to the floor where her apartment was located. As she'd promised, her door was unlocked. He went inside. There was light coming from the living room. He went in and received a very pleasant surprise. Barbara was lying on the sofa, delightfully nude.

Reg's chest tightened as he gazed at her. "Wow!" he exclaimed.

"I...ah...I wasn't sure how you'd react to this," Barbara said, blushing all over.

Reg walked to the sofa, knelt, slid his arms around her, and kissed her. Her arms went around him, pulled him on top of her, and her tongue lashed his in the confine of their joined mouths.

"That's the kind of kiss I needed all night," Barbara said after they came up for air. "I hated being that close to you and not being able to touch you."

"In case you forgot, you didn't exactly manage to keep your hands off me," Reg said, moving down and sucking one of her already-rigid nipples into his mouth.

Barbara clutched his head and moaned with delight.

While they kissed, her tongue slid into his mouth and one of her hands slid into his lap, seeking his cock.

The kiss ended. Reg kissed Barbara's cheek, licked her ear, then moved his lips down her neck. Barbara was fondling his cock through his pants, making it grow harder and harder, sending lightning-bolts of rapture arcing through him.

Reg's hands continued moving over Barbara's warm, smooth flesh, evoking moans of joy. The muscles of her flat stomach rippled as his lips and tongue caressed them. Barbara squirmed on the sofa, soft murmurs of delight emanating from her.

Reg kissed Barbara's extremely captivating breasts. Though they were smallish, they were quite firm and almost perfectly conical. Small, enticing nipples jutted from her quarter-sized, dark red areolas. It was easy to tell how excited she was; her breasts appeared almost painfully swollen.

When Reg began to lick and suck the swollen tips, Barbara mewled with delight and her body quivered and shook. Reg gently lifted one lovely leg onto the back of the sofa, then he slid his hand up her between her legs and cupped her middle.

Barbara moaned, arched her back and her hips twisted as Reg caressed her vagina. Wetness of excitement began seeping from her as he caressed her gash. Her hips rocked and twisted and her moans of joy increased in volume. He pushed her panties aside and touched her puffy labia.

Barbara began pulling at his arm. "Take me!!! Please, Reg!! I want you in me!" she begged.

It would have been impossible for Reg to deny Barbara's plea! He stood up, shed his clothes, and laid on top of her. Barbara slid her hand between them, gripped his cock, and guided it to her slick opening.

As he sank into Barbara, Reg was delighted, as always, by how tight she was. Even though she was sopping wet, his cock had to fight its way into her. As ecstasy rushed through him, pleasure became the only thing he was aware of!

Barbara locked her legs behind his and forced her pelvis against Reg. The friction on his cock sent a hurricane of delectable emotions whipping through him. It was intense, so intense he had little control! His body overruled his mind and his hips began to beat a wild tattoo against her. His passion rose rapidly, then supreme delight washed over him as he exploded.

"Gahhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Reg cried as he erupted into Barbara powerfully. It was as wonderful an orgasm as he could recall having.

"Yessssssss!!! Oh, Reg!!! Yessssssssss!!! Yesssssssssss!!!!! Oh, yesssssssssssssss!!!!! Yessssssssssss!!!!!!!" Barbara shrieked, clutching him to her, her body rocking against his.

When they finished, Reg held Barbara in his arms for a while, until their overheated bodies calmed. Then he stood up, slid his arms under her, lifted her off the sofa, and headed for her bedroom. Her arms slid around his neck and her face brushed his cheek as they went.

Once they were in the bedroom, Reg laid Barbara gently on her bed, laid down next to her, pulled her into his arms, and kissed her. Her arms slid around him and her body molded itself against his. He let his hands roam over her slim, beautiful form, stroking her back, her legs, touching her everywhere he could. Barbara moaned softly into his mouth and her tongue lashed his.

The kiss - sweet as it was - ended at last. Reg's lips moved down over her neck, onto her chest. Breath hissed out of Barbara and she rolled onto her back, giving him access to her breasts. Reg took his time, sucking the rigid tips, nibbling them; to the accompaniment of his companion's fervent expressions of elation.

"God, Reg, I love the way you make me feel," Barbara purred. Her hand coasted lightly up and down his back as he devoured her lovely features with his lips and tongue. "I've never felt as wonderful as you make me feel!"

As Reg continued kissing Barbara's breasts, he could feel her body again begin to move in response to the pleasure his lips, tongue, and hands were eliciting.

"Oh, God!" Barbara moaned, "Oh, Reg!!! You're incredible! You're turning me on again!" Her body twisted and turned when his hand slid between her slim legs and moved onto her vagina. "Ohhhhhhh!!!!" she groaned. Her back arched, lifting her hips off the bed. "That's wonderful! So wonderful!!"

Reg pushed a finger into Barbara's snug opening, slippery with the juices he'd spewed into it a short while earlier. He began thrusting gently and her body responded with the rhythmic motions of intercourse.

So far, things were going wonderfully. Barbara's passion appeared to be growing by leaps and bounds, judging from the fervent sounds she was making and the urgent way her body was moving. His lips left her rosy-tipped breasts and moved across her almost-flat belly, the skin rippling as his tongue lapped at it.

"Gahhhh!!!!" Barbara wailed. Her back arched and she strained upward against his mouth. "Oh, Reg!!! You're making me crazy!!! That feels so good!!! So wonderful!!! So wonderful!!!"

Reg kissed Barbara's sodden pubic hair, then his lips moved through it and his tongue began licking the opening his finger was invading. Her hips rose, pressing her middle against his face.

"Ohhhhhhh!!! Oh, God, Reg!!! Oh, God!!! Yesssssss!!!" she cried. "So good!!! So good!!!" Her hips twisted and her legs strained from the intense pleasure he was evoking.

His tongue explored the upper rim of her slit, seeking her clit, not finding it. He lashed the spot where it should have been and Barbara went wild!




The Wedding Ch. 20



"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Too good!!! Too good!!! My God!!!" Barbara cried. "God, Reg! I've never, ever felt like this!!! God!!! Oh, God!!! I can't stand it!!! I can't stand itttt!!! Feels too goooooddd!!! I....I...Gahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" She stiffened and began to quake violently. She clutched Reg's arm and her fingers dug into his flesh. "Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!! Gahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!" Screams of delight continued to pour from Barbara and her arched body continued quivering, quaking, and straining. "Eeeeeeeeyahhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

After one last, loud cry, Barbara went limp. Reg kissed her pussy softly, pulled his finger out of her, and stretched out on the bed next to her, and cradled her gently in his arms.

Barbara lay there, breathing easily, her lovely chest rising and falling gently, her eyes closed, a smile on her face. She finally opened her eyes and turned to face him. Her pretty brown eyes were bright and she smiled at him softly. "Oh, Reg!" she exclaimed, "God! That was incredible! I never knew it was possible to feel as wonderful as you just made me feel!"

Working on her had revitalized Reg's cock, which pressed against the soft, smooth surface of her belly as they lay snuggled in each other's arms.

Barbara slid a hand between them and gripped it. "I thought that's what it was!" she exclaimed, looking startled. "My God, you're hard again! I...I..."

"You want to quit?" Reg asked.

Barbara stroked his cock. "No Way! Not when you've got this!" she responded avidly.

Reg began caressing her lovely peaked breasts. He was already turned on, and even though she'd just enjoyed her third orgasm of the evening, Barbara seemed to want more. His hands moved over her warm flesh and his passion once again blossomed and bloomed.

"Please, Reg...make love to me again!" Barbara murmured, her chest heaving, her hand clutching his cock. "I want to feel you in me again!"

Reg got her to roll on her side, her back to him. Then he guided a lean, lovely leg back over his, and pulled her against him. Snuggled against her spoon-fashion, he reached over her and guided his cock into her wet opening as he thrust against her. He shuddered as his rigid pole once more invaded her incredibly snug passageway.

"You're huge!" Barbara gasped, "God!!!"

Reg began moving his cock in and out of her. He put his hand over the spot where their bodies joined, found her clit, and began stroking it.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!" Barbara cried, her body jolting. "So goooddd!!! Feels so goood!!! More, Reg!!! Do me more!!!!" Her hand covered his, urging him on.

It took considerable self-control for Reg to keep from coming, given the snug, rippling grip of Barbara's incredibly tight cavity, but he managed somehow, and kept thrusting into her and rubbing her clit. Soon she stiffened and her hand clasped his.

"Nowwwwwwwww!!! Oh, God!!! Nowwwwwwwww!!! Yessssss!!! Eeeeahhhhhhhhhh!!!! Nowwwwwww!!! Nowwwwww!!! I'm commmminnnngggggg!!!! I'm commminnnnnnnnnnnnnngggggggg!!!!!" Barbara shrieked, her body quaking.

There was no reason for Reg to hold back any longer. He, too, quivered and moaned as his pulsating cock spewed blasts of his hot seed into Barbara. "Take it, baby!!! Take ittttttttt!!!" he yelled.

Both of them were so spent afterward that they dozed off in each other's arms. There were satisfied smiles on both of their faces.



The Wedding Ch. 21



Passion In James County VI: The Wedding

Chapter twenty-one

Bob Thomas lay in the hotel bed, gazing at Angela, the beautiful older woman he'd met at his friend Tim's wedding. Although she was much older than he was, Bob couldn't get enough of looking at her, touching her, kissing her, making love to her. He was enjoying being with her much more than he thought he would.

Bob wasn't quite ready to make love again, so he picked up the remote control for the TV and began flicking through the channels, to see what was on. He was surprised to find that the hotel's cable system had a channel that featured adult movies.

"My goodness!" Angela commented when she saw the sexual activity on the TV. "I've never seen anything like that before!"

"Would you like to watch?" Bob asked.

"Y...yes," Angela said, snuggling tighter against him. "Yes, let's watch!"

"Are you sure?" Bob asked. He and his sister often watched adult movies when they were younger, and each time they did, his sister, Lise, got really turned on. He wondered if Angela would react the same way.

"Sure. I've never seen a movie like that in my life," Angela replied, "I...I think it's about time I do."

The TV screen was filled with writhing, moaning, naked bodies. Bob glanced at Angela, who was staring at the TV with a rapt look on her face. He could see that her nipples were beginning to stiffen and, unconsciously, she licked her lips. He relaxed a little.

The film continued and they kept watching. Bob stroked Angela's arm softly and felt her shudder. He slipped his arm around her and she snuggled closer, but didn't take her eyes from the TV. He kissed her on the top of her head, then glanced at the TV.

In the film, two women were making love and both of them were showing a lot of zest for their activities. Bob didn't know if women who appeared in adult movies were acting or actually making love. The two he was watching really seemed to be enjoying what they were doing. "Those two women are either outstanding actresses, or they're really enjoying themselves with each other!" he thought.

Angela was breathing hard, licking her lips. She watched avidly as, crying out with passion, one of the women in the film announced that she was coming.

Bob took Angela's face in his hands and turned it toward him. With a fervent moan, she pressed her lips against his and pressed against him. Her hands went to his rigid shaft and she began stroking it. Both of them were caught up in tremendous yearning.

Bob lifted Angela so she was straddling his legs. She continued to clutch his cock. She stroked the tip through her sopping vaginal lips, evoking groans of joy from both of them. He lowered her and almost fainted with delight as his pole slid into her once again.

Angela sighed ardently and began rocking her hips. She clutched Bob, her body quaking. Watching the two women in the film over his partner's shoulder, he shoved his hips up, driving his cock into her. He held her hips firmly in his hands.

Angela moaned more and more frantically and her movements grew more frantic. Then her body stiffened and began quaking. She began uttering feral cries of passion. "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!" she wailed, clinging to him.

Groaning almost as loudly as Angela, Bob erupted into her. Each time they made love he was stunned by the power of the feelings he experienced. It felt as if his whole being was liquefying and spewing into Angela.

Afterward, they lay in each other's arms. Angela kissed Bob, then she pressed her face against his chest. "Am...am I perverted because watching that film turned me on?" she murmured.

"I don't think so," Bob replied. "I...I've heard a lot of women get turned on when they watch adult films."

"I...I know," she replied, "but I...I think what really excited me was..." She paused and a shudder went through her. "It...it was seeing two women making love. Is...isn't that...don't you think...that's sick?"

"No, I don't," Bob replied. "I think it just means you may have areas of sensuality you haven't discovered yet."

"You are certainly right about that!" Angela said. "I've done things with you I never dreamed of doing, not even with my...my husband."

"Do you think you'd like to make love with another woman?" Bob asked her.

Angela shrugged. "I...I really don't know," she replied, her voice little more than a whisper. "I...I'm not sure." She pulled out of his arms. "I'm all sticky. I...I think I need a bath." She kissed him, then got out of bed and headed for the bathroom.

Bob had an idea. When he heard the shower start, he picked up the phone and dialed a phone number he knew only too well. It belonged to Deirdre Wilson, who everybody called Dee-Dee. Bob and Dee-Dee occasionally slept with each other. She answered the phone on the third ring.

"Dee-Dee," Bob whispered, "this is Bob Thomas. Do you remember what you asked me if I wanted to do a while back?" He waited while she answered. "Yeah, that's it," he said. "What would you say if I said I'd like to do it today?" When Dee-Dee indicated interest, he explained what he wanted her to do.

With his phone call finished, Bob put down the phone and got out of bed. He opened the door to the room, and stuck a matchbook in the lock so it wouldn't close completely and lock again. Then he went to join Angela in the shower. He stepped into the shower with her, slid his arms around her wet, soap-slick body, and pulled her against him. He kissed her and Angela returned the kiss, her tongue exploring his mouth.

Angela leaned back in his arms and smiled at him. "You know, Bob, you're turning me into a loose woman," she said.

"Do you mind?" Bob said. He leaned forward and kissed her bare shoulder.

"I...I don't think I do," Angela replied. She thrust her pelvis against him. "I'll probably regret this in the morning, but...dammit, I don't care. Today has been the most wonderful day I've spent in ages!"

Reluctantly, Bob released her wonderful bottom and grabbed a washcloth. He took the soap and worked up a large handful of lather. Then he carefully began giving his lovely companion a thoroughly erotic bath.

It wasn't long before Angela's lush body was covered with white, foamy lather. Angela's eyes were agleam with passion and Bob could feel her trembling as his hands spread lather over her.

Glancing over Angela's shoulder, he saw movement in the bathroom through the pebbled glass of the shower door. His heart began racing. Dee-Dee had arrived. The shower stall was large, so Bob stepped back into a corner away from the door, pulling Angela against him. Their lips met and locked, and Angela pressed against him, her lather-covered body moving sinuously against his. Once more, Bob's cock began to swell.

Over Angela's shoulder, Bob watched as Dee-Dee, completely nude, slipped silently into the shower. The younger woman's lithe body was a lovely contrast to Angela's lush physique. He handed Dee-Dee the wash cloth and, her eyes ablaze with lust, she began soaping Angela's back and shoulders.

At first, Angela didn't seem aware of the fact that there were more hands working on her than there should have been. She continued to press against Bob, her body undulating against him, murmuring with delight. "Mmmmm!" she purred, "My goodness, Bob! That feels so wonderful! You have such a soft touch!"

Watching Dee-Dee caress Angela with the sudsy cloth made Bob's cock lurch to full erection. It wedged itself between Angela's firm thighs.

"Bob! I don't believe it! You're hard again!" Angela murmured.

Bob grasped her slippery ass and pulled Angela tighter against him while Dee-Dee continued moving the washcloth over her.

Suddenly Angela stiffened. Bob was holding her bottom in both of his hands, but the washcloth was still caressing her. There were too many hands working on her! She looked at Bob, startled, her eyes wide. He continued to hold her against him and began moving his hips, making his cock slide against her vaginal lips.

"Bob, what...what's going on?" Angela exclaimed. She tried to pull out of Bob's embrace, but his tight grip on her bottom kept her where she was. "Who...who else is in here with us?" Her lather-covered body was too slippery. She got out of Bob's grip, turned, and stared at the lithe, dark-haired woman standing behind her. "Who...who are you? What...what are you...doing? Oh, no!" she whimpered.

Angela backed up, trying to escape from Dee-Dee's caresses, but that caused her to back into Bob's arms once more. Her bottom pressed against Bob, whose erect penis slid between her slick buttocks. He reached around her, cupped her lather-covered breasts in his hands, and began caressing her rigid nipples with his thumbs.

"What...what are you doing?" Angela stammered. "Who is this woman?"

"Angela, this is Dee-Dee," Bob whispered in Angela's ear. "She and I are going to make love to you, and you and I are going to make love to her. Isn't that what you said you wanted?"

"Ah...Noooooo!!!" Angela whimpered. She squirmed, trying to escape from his embrace. "Please, Bob! This is wrong! It has to be! I...I can't let this happen!"

Dee-Dee, realizing she needed to do something drastic or the opportunity she sought would be lost, began caressing Angela's vagina with the soapy cloth.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" Angela groaned. She went slack in Bob's arms. "Please!!! Oh, God, please!!"

Bob kept kneading and squeezing Angela's generous breasts, his thumbs strumming her rock-hard nipples, while Dee-Dee's hand worked actively between Angela's legs, moving over her vagina, stirring her. Bob could feel Angela trembling and sensed she was losing the battle for control and that erotic sensations were beginning to overwhelm her.

"Oh, God!" Angela murmured plaintively. "This...this is wrong! Why does it feel so wonderful?"

"Would you like to go someplace where we can all be more comfortable?" Bob whispered in Angela's ear.

"Yesssss!!!! God help me, yessssss!!!! I do!" Angela groaned. Her ass pressed harder against his cock.

They got out of the shower and quickly dried off. None of them could keep from touching the others. Clutching each other, they walked out of the bathroom. Dee-Dee took Angela's hand and pulled the older woman to the bed. The women fell onto the sheets and rolled into each other's arms. Their lips fused and they began sliding their hands over each other's bodies. They were so wrapped up in what they were doing to each other, they'd forgotten Bob.

He didn't mind. Watching the two beautiful women on the bed exploring each other was an incredibly erotic sight.

Dee-Dee pressed Angela onto her back and her lips began moving over the older woman's full, ripe body. Dee-Dee's lovely mouth engulfed one of the older woman's protuberant nipples, then the other. Before long, Angela was twisting and turning sinuously as the slim young woman explored her quivering torso with her lips and hands.

"Oh, Goddddd!!" Angela groaned. "Oh, Godddddd!"

Dee-Dee moved between the older woman's outspread legs and her lips and tongue moved onto Angela's pink, puffy vagina. Angela's body jolted when the younger woman's mouth found her clit.

"Yesssssss!!!!" Angela shrieked, "That's it!!! Oh, my darling!!! That feels so wonderful!!!!"

Bob got on the bed behind Dee-Dee, lifted her hips, then he slid his rampant cock into her and began thrusting in and out steadily.

"I'm going to come!!! Oh, God!!! I'm going to come!!!" Angela cried. "Oh, Lord!!! I'm commmmmmminnnnnngggggg!!!! I'm commmmminnnnnnnngggggggg!!!! I'm commmminnnnggggggg!!! Oh,God!!! Oh, Godddddddddddddddd!!!!"

"Unnnnnhhhhh!!!! Unnnnnnhhhhhh!!!!" Bob moaned. His cries of ecstasy blended with Angela's as he exploded hot juices into Dee-Dee, whose lithe body was quaking as she joined Bob and Angela as they shared a fabulous orgasm.

Afterward, things were heavenly. Bob lay on the bed, a gorgeous woman on either side of him, feeling the heat of the two feminine forms pressed against him. It was the stuff of dreams.

"Anybody want something to drink?" Bob asked. "I'm dying of thirst."

"I could use a drink," Dee-Dee said.

"Me, too," Angela agreed.

Bob got out of bed and slipped on his pants and T-shirt. Then he went down the hall and got sodas out of the machine next to the ice maker. When he got back to the room, he stood just inside the door, gazing at the two lovely women, who were lying in each other's arms, talking.

As he watched, Angela pushed Dee-Dee onto her back and rolled on top of her. "I want to make love to you, Dee-Dee!" she said. She kissed her companion. Dee-Dee returned the kiss ardently. Angela began exploring the younger woman's body, her hands moving tentatively at first, then more and more confidently as she experienced the finely formed softness of the young woman's lissome body.

"You have such beautiful breasts, my dear!" Angela whispered, her hands gliding over Dee-Dee's jellied globes. She bent and suckled one of Dee-Dee's nipples, then the other, drawing each of the girl's rigid nipples deep into her mouth. Bob heard Dee-Dee's groans of pleasure and saw her begin to writhe.

Angela's kisses and caresses soon moved to the area of Dee-Dee's hips, which were rising and falling insistently. She pushed the young woman's slim legs apart and began kissing between the trembling pillars of flesh.

"Oh, yes, Angela!" Dee-Dee moaned, "Do it!! Yes!!! That feels so nice!"

Bob had enough of watching. His penis had once more had again risen to the occasion. He approached the bed. Angela's back was to him. She had her face between Dee-Dee's legs. He moved closer, his cock pointing toward the shapely bottom Angela was unknowingly offering him.

Bob got onto the bed and mounted Angela. His penis slid deep into her from the rear and his thighs slapped softly against hers as he drove it all the way into her. He reached under her, gripped her breasts, and began thrusting into her.

"Commmmmmminnnnnngggggggg!!!!" Dee-Dee cried suddenly, "Oh, God!!! Angela, Angela, Angela, you're wonderful!!! I'm commmmmminnnngggggggggg!!!! Yessssssss!!! Yesssssssss!!!!"

Angela's body began to shake and quiver. That movement, coupled with the sound of Dee-Dee's urgent cries, triggered Bob's explosion. Groaning fervently, he erupted like a volcano into Angela's pussy.

"Ohhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!" Angela cried, "I'm commmmminnnnggg aggggainnnnnnnn!!!! Agggggggainnnnnnnnn!!! I'm commmminnnngggg aggggggainnnnnnnnnnn!!!!!!"

Spent, the trio of lovers collapsed on the bed..

"I...I can't believe I just did that," Angela sighed. "I loved making love to you, Dee-Dee." She glanced at Bob. "I probably should be angry with you for doing this to me, but I'm not. I...I loved it. Thank you!" She kissed him softly.

After they rested for a while, Bob got the sodas and they sat in the bed drinking them. He found being naked with two beautiful women one of the nicer experiences he'd ever had.

"What happens now?" Angela asked.

"That's up to you," Bob said. "What would you like to have happen?"

She blushed. "More of what just happened," she replied softly.

"That can be arranged," Dee-Dee said, smiling. She put her soda can on the nightstand next to the bed, then took Angela's from her and set it down, too. Then she pulled the lovely older woman into her arms and kissed her. 



The Wedding Ch. 22



Passion In James County VI: The Wedding

Chapter twenty-two

Lois Tillman's excitement grew as the wedding reception wound down. She and Dennis had volunteered to clean up after the reception was over. All day, Lois had been envisioning an evening of passion with Dennis, but with the guests there and things she needed to do, she'd been unable to do much other than daydream. Her pulse began racing when she saw the last guest leave. She hoped cleaning up, with Dennis helping, would prove to be very satisfying.

She walked into the kitchen just as the young man walked into the house from the back yard through the kitchen door. He walked across the kitchen, pulled Lois into his arms, and kissed her. Their need to breathe finally terminated the kiss.

"I've been thinking about being alone with you ever since the wedding was over," Dennis panted when the kiss ended. His hands moved to Lois's blouse and he began opening the buttons. His eyes widened and he smiled broadly when he discovered she was wearing a very scanty lacy bra.

It was Lois's turn to smile when Dennis freed her breasts from their confinement and his lips and hands went to work on her nipples. Ecstasy rushed though her, she groaned with delight, and her legs went rubbery. Her hands clutched his head, pulling him against her. "Ohhh!!! Dennis!!! That feels wonderful!!!" she whimpered. "Oh, darling, I do love the way you touch my breasts!" His caresses were so soft, so gentle, and so exciting!

While Dennis's lips and one hand worked on his lover's firm breasts, his other hand slid down her belly and undid the clasp at the waist of her slacks. The zipper buzzed open and the slacks pooled at her ankles. His hand caressed her belly briefly, then it ventured into her lush forest of pubic hair.

Dennis looked at Lois and smiled. "No underwear?" he asked.

Lois responded with a kiss, letting her tongue explore his mouth. "I didn't put any on when I changed out of my dress," she whispered. "I figured you'd just have to take it off anyhow, so..." She grinned at him. "You know, love," she continued, "we...we shouldn't be doing this...in the...Ahhhhhh!!!...kitchen." His exploring hands were driving her wild.

"OK," Dennis replied. He took her hand, led her into the living room, and had her lay down on the sofa. He knelt next to her and resumed his avid exploration of her willing form with lips and hands.

A constant stream of gasps and groans came from Lois as her young lover's hands, lips, and tongue did incredible things to her quaking body. He was incredible! This was even better than the fantasies she'd been having all day!

One of Dennis's hands slid down one shapely leg, lifted it, and laid it on the back of the sofa. Then, softly, he kissed the baby-smooth skin of her inner thighs. No other lover Lois ever had took so much time and was so gentle! It was exhilarating! Passion grew and blossomed, then swept over her in waves, each wave taking her to higher and higher levels of delight.

"Dennissss!!! Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!! That feels incredible!!!" she babbled. "Never!!! Never felt like this!!! Neverrrrrrr!!!!"

Dennis loved the effect his caresses were having on his auburn-haired lover and continued his slow, loving exploration of her body. He touched and kissed her everywhere. At last, unable to resist temptation any longer, he covered the glistening pink lips of her vagina with his mouth.

When Dennis's lips and tongue began their exquisite exploration of the center of her passion, Lois experienced a brilliant, overwhelming storm of erotic sensation. Her hips rocked up off the couch, and an orgasm rent her. "Ohhhhhhhhh!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!! Yessssssssss!!!!!!" she cried, her body thrashing, "I'm....I'm comminnngggg!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!! Yessssssssssssss!!!!! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!"

Dennis continued licking Lois's vagina until she lay limp and spent, her arms slack, her eyes closed. He loved being able to give this lovely woman so much pleasure.

While Lois lay on the sofa, recovering from the delight her young lover had given her with his mouth, Dennis sat on the floor next to the sofa, gazing at her lovely body, feeling his penis growing harder and harder.

Lois finally held out her arms to him. "Come here, lover," she murmured. "Let's take care of that swelling problem you seem to have."

Stiff-legged, Dennis got to his feet. Lois undid his belt, opened his pants, pushed them down over his hips, then she took his penis in her hand. "I want this!" she murmured, tugging gently on the young man's engorged shaft. "Put it in me, Dennis! Do it now!"

Dennis climbed between his lovely companion's outspread thighs. He was thrilled when he felt the head of his erect penis slide up between her damp vaginal lips and into her pubic hair.

Lois reached between their inflamed bodies, grasped the young man's swollen wand, and guided it to her pulsing opening. She gasped with joy when Dennis lowered his hips, driving himself deep into her. "Darling!!! Oh, Darling!!!" she cooed. "Yessssss!!! Oh, yessssss!!!!"

Dennis had very little control. While Lois's grasping vagina milked his penis, he experienced sensations so incredibly sweet he almost came the instant he slid into her. Hilted deep in her, feeling the walls of her cavern massaging his erection, he held himself still, trying to acquire some measure of control.

"It feels so good having you in me, Dennis!" Lois purred. She pulled his face down to hers and kissed him.

"It feels good being in you," the young man replied. Finally, feeling as if he had some control, he began moving.

Lois was surprised to discover that having Dennis's swollen member in her, plumbing her depths, was arousing her once again. She couldn't believe it! "Yessssss, Dennis!!!! Yesssssss!!!!" she wailed, her hips rocking to meet the young man's thrusts. This felt so good! He was incredible! She couldn't believe it. She was going to... "Ohhhhhhh!!!! My Goddddddd!!!! Dennnisssssssss!!!" she wailed, her hips bucking wildly. "Agggggg!!! Agggggaiinnnnnnnnn!!!! Oh, God! I'm comminngg!!! I'm comminnnngggggg!!!! Aggggggggainnnnnnnnnn!!!!! Yessssss!!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, God!!!!! Yesssssssssss!!!!!!"

Lois's explosion sent Dennis off on his own carnival ride of delight. "Lois!!!! Oh, Godddddddd!!!!!" he cried. With powerful spasms, his body spewed his hot fluids into her. Then he collapsed atop her, feeling the cushion of her breasts against his chest.


When they came to their senses, Dennis kissed the lovely woman lying under him. Their lips met, and Lois felt as if she was melting. His tongue lashed hers, caressing her lips and probing into her mouth.

"Let's go upstairs," Dennis said breathlessly after the kiss ended.

Lois looked at Dennis and began to giggle.

"What's so funny?" he asked.

"I...I..." she chuckled, "I think you looked really wonderful in your suit."

Dennis looked down and felt himself blushing. He still had on his dress shirt, tie, vest, and suit jacket but, except for his shoes and socks, he was nude from the waist down. The clothing he did have on was badly wrinkled. "Oh..." he said, "I...I guess I was a little eager, huh?"

"I was, too, love," Lois said, and kissed him.

Hand-in-hand, they walked upstairs and into one of the bedrooms located on the second floor of Heidi's house. When they arrived in the bedroom, Dennis shed what remained of this clothes, then he again pulled Lois into his arms and covered her lips with his while his hands began moving over her bare body, bringing soft moans of joy and gasps of delight from her. Her breasts, the nipples rigid, pressed against his chest.

Lois's soft hand found his already-erect penis, then she sank slowly to her knees in front of him and began kissing and licking the turgid, throbbing organ.

Dennis stood wobble-legged, explosions of rapture shaking his body. The beautiful auburn-haired woman continued to avidly suckle the erection of the red-faced, trembling young man.

Dennis groaned and his hips began to move, sliding his erection in and out Lois's mouth. He tangled his hands in her hair, clutching her against him. "Ahhhhhh!!! Godddddddd!!!!" he groaned. It felt so good!!

Lois felt Dennis's hands in her hair and the urgent movement of his penis in and out of her mouth and was exhilarated.

Dennis knew he wouldn't be able to hold back long and didn't want to come in Lois's mouth. He dropped to his knees, extracting his erection from her mouth as he did, and kissed her. "I want you," he told her. "I have to have you!"

Lois clambered onto the bed, lay back, and her legs fell apart, exposing her crotch, which was sopping with the juices that had been deposited there by Dennis's first invasion of her body only moments earlier on the sofa downstairs.

Lois felt starbursts of rapture explode in her when Dennis's mouth covered her vagina. His lips and tongue explored her expertly, driving her to the brink of explosion.

"Ahhhhhhhhh!!!!!!" she cried, her hips bucking with wild, lustful motions.

Dennis didn't want to make Lois come with his mouth. He climbed on the bed and drove his erection into her.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" Lois groaned as the young man's massive tube filled her once again. "Dennis, yessssss!!!! Yessssss!!! Oh, yessssss!!! It...It feels so goooooodddd!!! Oh, lover!!! Oh, loverrrrrrrr!!!!"

Dennis tried to move slowly, to hold back, but it was not to be. After a few strokes into Lois's quivering sleeve, he felt his orgasm boiling up inside him. "Uhhhhhhh!!!! Uhhhhhhhh!!!" he groaned, his hip movements becoming more urgent, "Lois!!! Goddddddddd!!!! I'm gonna come!!! Oh, God!!! I'm commmminnnnnnngggggggggggg!!!!!"

Dennis's hot eruption sent Lois spinning into a maelstrom of delirious sensations. "Yesssssss!!!! Yessssss!!!! Ahhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!! Dennnnnnnissssssssss!!!! Do ittt!!! I'm...I'm commmminnnnnnngggggg, toooooooooo!!!!! Oh, yessss!!! Oh, yessssssss!!!!!!!" she groaned as she, too, came.

When he was again able to move, Dennis got out of bed and went to the bathroom to clean himself up. Lois joined him and cleaned herself up, too. They found robes, donned them, then they went downstairs to the kitchen and snacked on some of the food left over from the wedding reception.

"I suppose we really ought to start cleaning up this mess," Dennis said, surveying the detritus left from the party.

Lois took him in her arms. "Why don't we do it in the morning?" she said, "I don't think Heidi will mind if we put off cleaning the place up until tomorrow. After all, she won't be back from her honeymoon for two weeks, so we have plenty of time."

"Yeah, I'd rather go back to bed," Dennis said, smiling.

"Me, too," Lois said.

They put their arms around each other and headed for the stairs.



The Wedding Ch. 23



Newlyweds Heidi and Tim Jackman were on their way to the place where they would be spending their honeymoon. Heidi was wearing a sweater and pants Tim bought her and he thought she looked spectacular. The suitcases holding their things were stashed in the trunk of the car as they drove out of town.

Heidi snuggled close to Tim on the car's front seat and, as they drove, she stroked his leg, giving him wonderful sensations. As they rolled along the highway, they talked about how wonderful the wedding had been, and how nice it was to have all their friends there to share the occasion with them.

They stopped at a small diner and had their first meal as a married couple - hamburgers, fries, and sodas - then they continued their trip, arriving at their destination a little after midnight. Tim drove to their condominium, located in a large complex built to serve a local ski area, shut off the car, then he turned and kissed his new bride.

They got out of the car and walked arm-in-arm along the board walkway that led from the parking lot to their unit. Tim unlocked the door, scooped Heidi up in his arms, and carried her inside.

"Well, Mrs. Jackman," Tim said, "here we are."

Heidi stood next to her husband, looking at him, her eyes wide and liquid, her breathing a little ragged. For a few moments, neither of them spoke. Heidi clung to Tim's arm, and tears began to well up in her eyes as she looked at her new husband.

Tim scooped her into his arms once more and Heidi buried her face in the crook of his neck. He carried her into the bedroom, his heart pounding, his breathing harsh.

Heidi raised her head from Tim's shoulder and looked into his eyes. Their lips fused in a kiss that was soft, urgent, and passionate. It was so sweet it made Tim weak. Lips and tongues working and searching, they held the kiss for a longtime. When the kiss was over, Tim carried Heidi to the bed and set her on her feet next to him. Without speaking, he began undressing her. He took the sweater off first, dropping it on a chair next to the bed. 

While Tim was removing Heidi's clothes, she started to do the same for him, unbuttoning his shirt first. Between removing items of clothing, Tim caressed his bride's face and bare shoulders, bringing soft murmurs of pleasure from her. His hands moved to her breasts, the wonderfully perfect orbs he loved to fondle, and he stroked the tips until they'd swollen to full extension. Heidi groaned and trembled as the buds extended and swelled under his touch.

"Kiss them, Tim! Please, darling, kiss them!" she begged.

Tim did and felt her tremble even more fiercely. One at a time, he sucked the extended fleshy bulbs into his mouth, nursing like a baby, lashing the sensitive nubs with his tongue. Heidi wrapped her arms around his head, pressing him to her.

"Oh, God!!! Oh, God!!!" she groaned.

While Tim's mouth was busy on his wife's chest, his hands went to the waist of her slacks. He loosened them, then pushed them down. She hadn't bothered to put on underwear, so taking her slacks off left her nude.

Tim gazed at his bride's bared body, and was once more struck by how breathtakingly beautiful she was. He began stroking her legs and buttocks, entranced as always by how velvety her skin felt. Her hips began rotating and the muscles in her buttocks tightened and released as his fingers glided lightly over them. His light, loving touch was obviously causing Heidi considerable delight.

Tim cupped Heidi's buttocks in his hands, pulled her against him, and their lips joined, pouring fuel on the fires of passion already flaming inside both of them.

Heidi's arms wrapped around Tim and she hugged him while her hips rocked forward, seeking more contact with him. Her stiff nipples teased his chest. He picked her off her feet and laid her on the bed.

Tim shed what remained of his clothes and joined Heidi, moving between her legs. Hovering over her, he planted kisses on her chest, then her breasts, stretching each nipple out and letting it pop out of his mouth.

"Ahhhhh!!!!" Heidi moaned, ecstasy rolling over her in unstoppable waves.

Downward Tim kissed, licking and touching every square inch of his wife's body he could reach. It was heavenly! Her skin was soft, smooth, and warm against his lips! He wanted to keep this up as long as possible!

At last, with Heidi writhing and moaning in response to emotions stirred by his caresses, Tim reached her pubic hair. He kissed his way through it, then he covered her sex with his mouth.

Heidi's hips rose off the bed forcing her vagina against her husband's mouth. Tim cupped a buttock in each hand and began to feast on his wife's vagina with his lips and tongue.

Cries of ecstasy gushed from Heidi when Tim's lips found her clit. He drew it into his mouth as far as it would go. Heidi's hips went wild, and her cries of delight increased to a feverish level.

Eating Heidi was for Tim a supremely wonderful experience; a kaleidoscope of sound, motion, taste and sensation. Her scent, sweet and clean, and filled his nose. Her pink labia were soft and silky, and had been made slippery by the gushing juices of excitement. The more of her Tim tasted, the more he wanted!

Heidi cried out in ecstasy while her husband's oral assault persisted. Her movements were so wild Tim had trouble keeping his mouth where he wanted it. His face was covered with her juices, and her motions continued to grow wilder. He knew she was nearing her peak and he kept on.

At last, loud cries of passion erupted from Heidi. Up and down her hips surged, her legs locked around Tim's head, trapping his mouth against her. Tim was afraid he'd suffocate but, as his wife's moans and movements crescendoed, he realized he didn't care. He tried to picture her lovely body as it arched, writhed, then relaxed, swept by the throes of passion. Passion he'd given her!

Although it seemed to go on forever, Heidi's orgasm did finally wane. When it did, and she moved slowly onto the down-slope of passion. Tim kept on, licking and kissing his new wife's middle and thighs, until she lay relaxed on the bed. Finally he lifted his face from between her legs and sat back on his knees.

Tim had seen Heidi nude many times, he had touched and kissed every part of her body; but he found that each time he looked at her, it was almost like he was seeing her for the first time. The perfect shape of her body, her oh-so-perfect breasts and their darker tips, half hard and moving evenly with her breathing; all of it was an incredibly exciting vision! Though he'd shared passion with her many times, right now he wanted her as much as he ever had. He moved closer to her, his erection preceding him.

Heidi felt Tim moving and opened her eyes. Her arms came up, beckoning him. "Take me, darling!" she said, softly, urgently. "Please, my husband, make love to me!"

The head of Tim's erect cock touched Heidi's moist, hot labia, sending an exquisite shock through his body, making him tremble. He guided himself with his hand and slowly slid into her, pressing downward until their pubic mounds were touching. Heidi rotated her hips upward, welcoming him into her body.

"Yessss!!!!" Heidi whispered urgently. The urgency in his wife's sibilant whisper told Tim how much she wanted him!

Once Tim was in his wife, the sensations he felt were so intense, and his level of excitement was so high, that he dared not move for fear of exploding immediately. He stayed buried in her, savoring the astounding feelings that he was experiencing.

"Oh, God, Tim, you fill me so wonderfully!" she murmured. She rocked her hips slowly and her gentle motions had a wild effect on Tim.

Luckily, her husband had regained some control. He reached between them, to the spot of their joining, found her clit, and began to caress it. Her face went slack as passion flooded her anew. His caresses caused her to respond more and more insistently. 

Heidi grasped her own breasts and pinched her own nipples. Her mouth dropped open, and her head began to roll from side to side. "Oh, God, Tim!! I'm so close!!! So close!!! Already!!!" she moaned.

Tim leaned forward on his arms and began slow thrusts into his wife, withdrawing until only the tip of his penis was in her, then crowding deep into her once again. Gently at first, then more and more forcefully, he moved, feeling the approach of his own zenith of delight. Finally, his control fading, he pressed deep into her, driving her against the bed. He rotated his hips and she matched his movements.

Heidi cried out with wonder and her body went wild. Tim joined his wife. With a groan of passion, he erupted into her. Their bodies bucked and strained together as the newlyweds shared ecstasy. The pleasurable spasms both Tim and Heidi experienced were exquisite. It was perfection!

Even though their peak had passed, Heidi and Tim continued to grind their bodies against one another languidly. It felt so wonderful neither of them was sure they wanted it to stop.

But, as good things always do, their shared joy eventually did pass. Tim's erection softened, and he pulled it from his wife, then he laid next to her on the bed. Heidi rolled on her side, wrapped an arm around him, and pulled Tim against her. He kissed her softly, and she looked at him, her eyes moist, soft, and incredulous.

"I love you so much, Tim Jackman!" she murmured.

"I love you, too, Heidi Jackman," Tim responded and kissed her softly on the forehead. Heidi's eyes closed and a contented smile curved her lips as she pressed her full length against him. Spent, she fell into a deep sleep.

Tim held his wife while she slept, observing her; marveling that after all this time, they were now man and wife. Heidi continued to sleep, but Tim couldn't, so he gently eased out of her arms, got up, and got dressed. He covered her with a blanket, then he went out to bring their things in from the car.

When he came into the bedroom with the suitcases, Heidi was sitting up in the bed.

"I couldn't sleep, so I thought I might as well get our stuff in from the car," he told her. He dropped the suitcases on the floor, went to the bed, and took Heidi in his arms.

For a long time they sat on the bed, wrapped in each other's arms. Finally, Tim spoke. "Hey, this is wonderful, but I left the car trunk open. I ought to finish getting our things in.

"OK," Heidi said softly. "While you do that, I'll take a bath."

She bounced out of bed and headed for the bathroom. Tim went back out to the car and got the rest of their things. When he came in again, the shower was running. He hung up their clothes in the closet, then he went into the bathroom for a peek, feel, and kiss. That accomplished, he went out to the living room and sat down on the large sectional sofa.

Heidi came out of the bathroom with a big, fluffy pink towel wrapped around her, walked over to Tim, and sat down on his lap. Her slender arms slid around his neck, and their lips sought contact. He squeezed her, and she snuggled her bottom against him.

Tim was pleasantly shaken by the depth and softness of their kiss. Turbulent feelings roiled inside him and he felt his body responding to contact with his wife's. Somehow, the towel wrapped around Heidi came undone and her naked form was exposed to his touch.

"You keep this up," Tim said as Heidi kissed his neck, "and you're going to have to take another shower."

"I don't care," Heidi said. She continued kissing and licking him and began unbuttoning his shirt. "I'm going to make love to you this time," she said, her hands leaving tingling trails as they moved over his flesh. A slim finger tentatively explored one of his nipples. Tim jumped. "Does that feel good?" she asked.

"Yesssss!!!!" Tim moaned. "God, you know it does!"

Heidi pulled his shirt out of his slacks and peeled it off, baring his upper body. Her hands moved over him insistently, making his throat tight. His breathing became labored.

Heidi giggled. "You do like that, too, don't you?" she murmured.

"Uh-huh!" Tim replied. His penis continued to swell and stiffen as his wife worked him over. Then, suddenly, moist warmth engulfed one of his now-erect nipples as Heidi drew it between her lips. Tim gasped. It felt as if the top of his head were going to come off! Tim let his hands move over his wife's naked body as best they could, but much of his strength seemed to have left him.

Heidi's hand moved to the waist of his pants. She opened them, then she slid her hand under his clothes and grasped his erection.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!" Tim moaned.

"Good, you're hard again!" Heidi murmured. She abandoned her caresses of his nipples, slid off his lap, then began removing his pants. Tim did what he could to help, then he was nude. Heidi began to caress her husband's legs, first with the flat of her hands, then she trailed her long fingernails lightly up and down over her husband's flesh.

Tim was wild. His whole body seemed to be turning into one huge nerve ending, seeking pleasure and absorbing it, his desire building and compounding.

Heidi's hands returned to her husband's waving staff. She seemed fascinated by it, stroked it, examined it, and kissed it. Her actions sent wild, almost unbearable sensations coursing through Tim!

When Tim was sure he was going to come in his wife's hands, Heidi stood up, straddled his hips, and began lowering herself onto his rampant penis.

"Ohhhhh!!!!" Tim groaned as Heidi sank down onto him. He was afraid he'd explode into her right then, but somehow, he managed not to. She began riding him, her head back, pumping her pelvis up and down on his engorged staff. Tim grabbed his wife's buttocks and held on. His loins surged upward as, their bodies joined, he and his wife conducted a dance of passion on the sofa.

Tim couldn't wait any more. He moaned, warning Heidi that he was coming, then gobs of hot, sticky cream began to gush from him.

"Yessssssss!!! Come, darling!" Heidi moaned, "Oh, God! That's so hot!" The movement of her hips grew tumultuous.

Tim heard his wife's wild cries of joy as they shared of mutual ecstasy. Heidi's face, intense, flushed, was a mask of frenzy. Her breasts jiggled and her body shook with paroxysm after paroxysm of joy.

Spent and satisfied, the newlyweds snuggled in each other's arms on the sofa for a while until Tim's erection softened and slid from Heidi.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Heidi moaned. "It got soft and went away."

"It's OK," Tim said. "It will be back later."

"It better be," his wife told him. She lifted herself off him, looked down at them, and giggled. "You were right, I do need another bath."

"Me, too," Tim agreed. "Shall we take one together?"

Heidi smiled. "You betcha," she said, and headed for the bathroom. Tim got to his feet and followed his wife.