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Courtney

By: WyoD_S



I was worried that the protests today were going to be worse than in previous years. Environmentalist freaks had invented Earth day several years ago, and their venom had seemed to get worse with each passing year. The tree-hugging bunny-fucking enviro-freaks seemed to come out of the woodwork in greater numbers with each passing year. Maybe it was something in the water. I sure would like to know how it is that otherwise intelligent people could fall for the blatant lies and get their collective panties in such a knot over such ridiculous rhetoric.

I am a logger. Yes, one of those evil people who rape the environment for nothing but personal gain, with no regard to what I am doing to precious Mother Earth. Ok, I almost gagged writing that sentence. Guess what, trees grow back! Not only that, there are more trees in the United States now than there were a hundred years ago. This is a fact straight from the United States Forest Service, but I digress. 

For the last few years, one of the favorite things for the enviro-freaks to do was to come out to the work sites and chain themselves to the equipment so we could not work. That was easy enough to deal with; we got a cutting torch, removed the chains, and went to work. One of the first ways they protested was to drive spikes into the logs, so the saws in the mills would be damaged when the logs were cut into lumber. I suppose it's just too bad that quite a few people who worked in the mills were killed when the spikes turned into deadly projectiles. The fucking idiots that drove the spikes rejoiced in the streets when a death was announced. They should be lined up and shot.

This year, I heard that their plan of action would be to chain themselves to the logs that have already been cut so we can't skid them to the road and load the trucks. The cutting torch would work just fine again, I thought.

Around here, the leader of the morons is a woman named Courtney. She is your typical granola eating, flip-flop wearing, dope smoking sixties throwback. The thing is, she is in her early twenties. How and why she moved so quickly to the top of the movement, I've never been able to figure out. The fact that she is gorgeous probably has something to do with it. I know she enjoys living in her house, despite it being made of wood. Since she is relatively odor free, I imagine she wipes her ass with toilet paper, another wood product. I won't even get into all the paper she uses to mail her babbling diatribes to the uninformed masses who worship her, yes, another wood product. Hypocrisy is the name of the game.

The morning of earth day dawned warm and clear, a good day to work. We drove to the worksite, careful to watch the road for tire spikes. After cautiously checking out the machinery, we were ready to go to work. The freaks that protest what we do, do not have a problem destroying another's property in the pursuit of their goal, causing us untold sums in repairs and lost production.

During the inspection of the worksite, we found Courtney. She had secured herself to a log about two hundred feet off the road, right where we needed to work that day. After some discussion, the crew that day decided they were sick of dealing with her shit; they wanted to leave her there for the day. I was of the same mindset, if she wanted to bake in the sun all day long and give us a day off, it was fine by me.

The crew climbed back into their trucks and headed for home while I worked my way up the slope to Courtney. When I got to where she was, I gazed down at her laying there bound to the log, suddenly having other thoughts. She was an attractive young lady, with long brunette hair and a slim, athletic figure. She was wearing a small halter-top, very short tight shorts, and had bare feet.

"What are you doing here?" I asked when she noticed me standing there.

"Stopping you from raping the forest," She replied, "Where is the crew going?"

"They are taking the day off, because of you we are going to lose a lot of money." I said angrily.

"I'm going to get away with stopping your work?" she asked, surprised.

"For now, but I have other work for you." I said, grinning evilly as I walked closer to her.

I suddenly reached down, grasped the front of her halter-top and ripped it from her body, exposing her firm, medium sized breasts to my eyes.

"What do you think you're doing!" She screamed as she tried to cover herself.

"I'm doing what I want, that's what!"

"You can't do this!"

"Oh, but I can, and I will. You see, you're bound here with no way to escape. I know you don't have the key to unlock those chains with you. There isn't anyone for miles around. You are such an arrogant little bitch that you think you can come out here all alone and do whatever you want, well, it's about time you found out you can't!" I growled at her as I stood there admiring her exposed flesh and vulnerable position.

She tried to kick and punch me, squirming against her own bondage to try to get away. I easily overpowered her attempts to stop me, grabbed her by the hair and pulling her head back as I moved behind her.

"I could easily snap your neck you little cunt! If you don't want to get hurt, stay still and take what you've got coming!" 

She was screaming, yelling, and still fighting as I reached down and ripped her little shorts off in one quick motion, revealing her choice not to wear panties that day. I quickly spun her around by her hair and landed a fast, hard slap to her face. She burst into tears as the contact registered in her mind. Before she was able to recover, I slapped her again, even harder than the first time.

"Stop, you fucking animal!" She screamed.

"Not a chance, I'm going to do what I want and you're going to take it. If you fight, you'll only get hurt worse than what I already have in mind. If you try to bite me, I'll break your fucking jaw. If you try to hit me again, I'll break your arms. If you kick, your knees are history. Got it?" I said menacingly.

The look on her face was one of surprise, fear, and uncertainty. I gave her a minute to process what I had just said, then asked her again if she understood. She slowly nodded her assent, knowing her situation was hopeless. I finally felt her relax and stop fighting.

I stepped back and admired her naked, bound form. Her belly was trim with not an extra ounce of fat to be seen. Her legs were long and muscular. At the junction of her thighs, her pussy was shaved bare. 

I tightened my grip in her hair and forcefully turned her around so she was facing away from me and bent her over the log where she was chained. I was most pleased at the sight before me. Her ass was deliciously round and full, yet still firm. I kicked her legs apart and gazed at her sweet ass and naked wet pussy for a moment, enjoying the view.

I let go of her, telling her to stay right where she was, that she had better not move a muscle. I took a few steps back and broke a small branch from a fallen tree behind me. I removed all the smaller shoots from it and cut it to the proper length with my pocketknife.

I stepped up behind and slightly to the side of her. She had her eyes closed and had not seen what I was doing, so she had no idea of what was coming. I pulled back my arm, brought it back down, and struck her ass hard with the switch. She did not register the whooshing sound of the switch moving through the air, but she sure felt the impact. Her scream could have awoken the dead. She tried to stand up and move away to protect herself, but I grabbed her and forced her back into position. I told her she had better not move again or it would be even worse.

I pulled back my arm and laid a series of stripes across her ass and the back of her legs with the switch repeatedly, each time evoking a guttural scream. All the time I was whipping her I berated her for her actions over the last several years. I told her that this was the beginning of her punishment for her activities. I told her that for the next several weeks she would have a reminder of what she had done, as these wounds were healing.

I carefully laid stripes a half inch apart from the top of her ass to just above her knees. When the ladder of welts was complete I pulled her to her feet, turned her around and told her to put her hands on top of her head. She obeyed almost immediately, which was a surprise. I proceeded to switch the front of her, from the top of her breasts down to her knees. I showed little mercy as I deliberately marked her, cutting her skin in several places. I kept at it until her front was as covered by marks as her rear. By this time she could barely stand, her face was glazed in pure agony, and she did not have the energy to cry any longer.

I turned her around again and leaned her over the log with her ass sticking high in the air. I kicked her legs apart before stepping back and removing my clothes, finally releasing my engorged cock. I could hardly wait to feel myself deep inside her sweet pussy. 

I stepped up behind her and guided my cock into her pussy, forcing myself as deep as possible in one long, hard stroke. I was surprised and pleased that she was soaking wet, on some level the little bitch got off on being whipped. She let out a scream as she felt me sliding into her without warning. I fucked her fast, with long hard strokes, burying myself deep in her pussy each time. 

Each time I thrust into her, she let out a cry of pain as my body came into contact with the welts on her ass and the back of her legs, then a moan of ecstasy as I withdrew. It did not take long for me to feel the beginnings of my climax. Not wanting to finish too soon, I pulled out of her and stepped back.

I pulled my belt out of my jeans, doubled it over, and worked her over again, laying welts on top of welts. I strapped her all across her back, her ass, and the backs of her legs. I moved lower and covered her calves with stinging marks. When I was just about to lay the belt down and go back to fucking her, she collapsed. Her body went completely limp, falling over the log in a heap. I stepped back and watched her for a few minutes, giving myself a break as I enjoyed the view.

I sat for a few minutes catching my breath, waiting for her to come around. She woke up after a few minutes, moaning in pain.

I ordered her back to the position she was in before she passed out, smacking her with the belt to make sure she obeyed quickly. I stepped behind her, spread her cheeks, and spit on the pink, wrinkled opening of her ass. Watching her squirm and listening to her protests had me hard again in moments.

I grabbed my cock, and moved forward slightly to aim it at her tight anal opening. I spit again for a little more lubrication before I forcefully buried my raging cock in her incredibly tight ass. Her scream was ear splitting as she felt me enter her. I grabbed her hips tight to keep her from pulling away as I fucked her ass hard and fast. It did not take me long to feel the beginnings of my climax again, and this time I didn't hold back. I got more demanding with my strokes, relishing the feel of her tight ass around my cock.

After a few minutes I couldn't hold back any longer and pulled out of her ass, spun her around, and painted her face with my cum. Her tongue snaked out of her open mouth, trying to catch as much as she could as spurt after spurt shot out of my cock. I stumbled back a few steps and sat heavily on a log after I was spent, breathing hard.

I took a few minutes to catch my breath before gathering my clothes and getting dressed. Courtney was curled up in a ball on the forest floor, stunned and in shock over what had just happened. She looked quite the mess. She was covered front and back with dark welts, there were streaks of blood dried on her skin from where I had cut her, and her face and hair were matted with my drying cum.

After dressing, I told Courtney to think hard about what had happened today. I told her that if she did not want this to happen again, she would be a good little girl and not give me any more problems. I could not decipher her mumbled reply as I walked away.

I left her there on the forest floor, still chained to the log, and made my way back to town. I joined my co-workers at the local watering hole and enjoyed a few drinks, before heading back to the yard to lock up and take care of the day's paperwork.

Later that evening, I carefully climbed into bed and slid up behind my wife, kissing her softly on the back of her neck.

"Thank you for a wonderful Earth Day, Master." mumbled Courtney as she drifted off to sleep.

Courtney



I sat alone in the living room of my house and reflected on what had just happened.

My wife Claire and our daughter Courtney had just had a huge fight. I had no idea how the argument had started, but it had ended with Courtney running from the room in tears. Then Claire had said that she was getting 'one of my migraines' and that she was going to take a sleeping pill and go to bed.

Situation normal.

In fact, during the last couple of weeks, this had become a regular occurrence.

Claire really had tried to be tolerant of Courtney's attitude during this time. She had said that she realised that our daughter was under a lot of pressure at school, as her finals were only a few weeks away. I had agreed with Claire that that probably was the problem, but I had my doubts. In my considerable experience with women, this sort of behaviour is usually caused by one thing -- lack of sex.

In Courtney's case this theory made sense. She had dated boys casually since she was seventeen, but at her eighteenth birthday party she had spent most of the evening with a boy from her school called Josh, and they had started dating regularly. Then one Sunday morning a couple of weeks later, she had appeared late for breakfast, and in an unusual mood. It was a combination of happiness and guilt, and it was a mood that I well recognised. I knew immediately from her behaviour that she had had sex for the first time the previous night.

I didn't share this information with Claire; well, mothers always worry, don't they? Myself, I wasn't too worried. I knew that Courtney was on the Pill, and I knew that young women have sexual needs, and so it was just a matter of time before 'it' happened.

The next few weeks were a time of pure bliss in our household. Courtney was obviously getting laid regularly, and she was continually in a good mood, chattering happily to us or singing to herself. Her happiness was infectious, and it also put Claire in a good mood. Relatively good, that is.

I should explain what I mean by that. For the previous few years Claire has had little interest in sex, and usually the most that I could coax out of her was about once every two weeks. I finally gave up trying for anything more than this, and so I resorted to magazines and videos to fill the void in my life. But still, life was pleasant enough in our household.

Then suddenly everything changed. Courtney broke up with Josh. I had overheard her talking to one of her girlfriends on the phone, and apparently she had found out that Josh had been cheating on her. I had tried to comfort Courtney without actually letting on that I knew what had happened, but she was inconsolable. That's when the fights with Claire had started. And of course that meant an end to my peaceful life.

Something had to be done, and so I decided to go and talk to Courtney. I walked upstairs and knocked gently on her door. "Can I come in, Sweetie?" I asked.

"Yes, Daddy," Courtney replied.

I went into the room, and Courtly was lying on her bed. Her eyes were red and puffy from crying. I sat on the bed beside her and took her hand. "I know that things are a little rough for you right now, Sweetie," I said, "but you can't go on forever fighting with your mother."

"That bitch!" Courtney exclaimed. "She's always picking on me. I hate her!"

Now Courtney and Claire had never been all that close, but I knew that Claire hadn't actually been 'picking' on her. I rubbed Courtney's arm, and said, "It's not really your mother that you're angry with, it's Josh, isn't it?"

"Yes!" Courtney exclaimed. "Josh is a bastard! I hate him!"

"Don't you mean that you miss him?" I asked.

"No!" she said emphatically. Then her eyes clouded over. "Yes," she sniffed," I miss him. I miss him so much!"

"Do you miss Josh, or just the sex part?" I asked.

"Daddy!" Courtney exclaimed. Then she looked at me sheepishly. "How did you know that?" she asked.

"Fathers can be pretty smart," I said. "Sometimes we know more than you give us credit for."

Courtney threw herself into my arms. "Oh yes, Daddy," she wailed. "I miss the sex so much. It made me fell so good. And now that I can't have it any more I just feel so empty."

I held her while she sobbed. "But what about the other boys at school?" I asked. "Why don't you date one of them?"

"All of the good-looking boys have girlfriends already," she sniffled.

"The steal one of them away," I said. "You're the prettiest girl at school."

"Oh, Daddy, do you really think so?" she asked.

"Of course you are," I said. "Why, if I was eighteen and went to you school, I'd be trying really hard to date you."

Courtney threw her arms around me and hugged me tightly. "Oh thank you Daddy," she said. "You've made me feel so much better."

I kissed her on the cheek, and left her to get on with her studies.

The next evening Courtney was fairly subdued at dinner, and she didn't pick a fight with Claire. Then when we had finished eating, Courtney said that she was going to her room to study. Shortly after, Claire announced that she had had a bad day at work, and she was going to take a sleeping tablet and go to bed. I resigned myself to another evening alone in my study with my computer.

About an hour later there was a knock at my study door. I quickly shut down the files I was looking at and said, "Come in."

The door opened and Courtney came in. She was wearing a robe. "Daddy, could you come and help me with something?" she asked.

I thought that she had some question about her schoolwork, so I got up and went to her room with her. She closed the door, but instead of going to her desk, she sat on the bed. I sat next to her, and she took my hand. "Thank you for our talk last night," she said. "It helped me a lot."

"Glad I could help," I said.

"Daddy," she said, "Why don't you and Mommy have sex any more?"

I was surprised at her question. It caught me off guard, and without thinking I said, "Because your mother just isn't interested any more."

"But don't you miss sex?" she asked.

"Of course I do," I said. "But I can't do anything about it."

"That's what I thought," she said. Then she went quiet for a few seconds. "I've been thinking about this all day," she said. "I think I know what we can do about both our problems."

Courtney stood up and undid the sash to her robe, letting it fall to the floor. She was wearing very sexy Baby Doll pyjamas under the robe. Her big pink nipples were clearly visible under the thin material. "Do you like my figure?" she asked with pretend innocence. All I could do was nod dumbly.

I just stared at her lovely body as she smiled at me. Then she came and sat on my knee. "Can you guess what I have in mind, Daddy?" she asked. Then she looked at my hard cock. "I see that you can," she purred.

In a trance I reached out and squeezed her fabulous tits, and she reached down and pulled the top of her pjs over her head. Immediately I buried my face in her tits, and then she moaned as I sucked her nipples, making them rock hard. Then she reached down, slipped her hand into my trousers, and grabbed my cock. "Oh Daddy!" she gasped. "Your cock is so big! I don't think it will fit into my pussy."

My cock was ready to explode. "Then we will just have to find out, won't we?" I said. "Find out if Daddy's big cock will fit into his naughty little girl's tight pussy."

I threw her back onto the bed, and she squealed as I pulled down her panties, revealing the most exquisite little pussy that I had ever seen. She had just a little tuft of blond pussy hair. I had a moment of panic when I saw how tiny her pussy was, and I thought that maybe my cock really wouldn't fit. But I knew that it wouldn't be the first cock to stretch her pussy, and there was no way that I could stop. I just had to have her, my beautiful daughter, have her right there, stuff my cock into her beautiful pussy and fuck her brains out.

She shivered with delight as I touched her pussy with the tip of my cock, and then I pushed until the head of my cock was inside her. She opened her legs wide, and slowly I disappeared completely inside her. The suddenly she wrapped her legs around me. "Fuck me Daddy!" she cried. "Fuck your slutty little daughter with your big Daddy cock. Fuck me hard and make me cum!"

I drew out of her, and then she squealed as I rammed the full length of my cock into her. She thrust up with her hips, meeting every stroke, as her nails dug into my back. And all the time she begged me to keep fucking her, to fuck her harder. She was a wild sexual animal! Never had I experienced anyone like her. And then she screamed with pleasure as we both came.

We lay together, both exhausted, and suddenly I remembered that Claire was asleep just down the hall. Claire was a sound sleeper, but Courtney had made so much noise that I couldn't believe that Claire wouldn't have heard her. But I just didn't care. I had fucked my hot daughter, and it had been the best fuck of my life.

I didn't want to fall asleep in Courtney's bed, so I decided that I had better get up. Courtney gave a little moan of disappointment as I withdrew my cock from her now well-satisfied pussy. She kissed me and said, "I hope that we can do this again soon, Daddy."

"I hope so too, Kitten," I said. "Very soon."



Courtney



Summer is my favorite season. After a long cold winter the weather starts warming up, everyone becomes a bit more carefree and the girls tend to wear less clothing. At least that's the way it here on campus at Owens Community College outside of Des Moines. And when I say girls, I mean instructors too. This summer we seem to have a fine crop of new female instructors with great bodies and a willingness to show them off. One instructor in particular is Courtney Sims. 

Courtney is fresh out of grad school and working her first teaching assignment this summer. She is definitely not your average Owens Algebra instructor. Most of our math instructors are male and what few females we do have are older and not what you would call sexy in the least. Courtney on the other hand is twenty-seven, about five ten, and I'm guessing about a hundred and forty pounds. Her shoulder length natural blonde hair is silky smooth and her long muscular legs are well tanned from playing tennis every chance she gets. She has fairly large breasts that sit high on her chest, and her complexion is flawless. But what sets Courtney apart is her ass. It is absolutely perfect; round and firm and clearly an eye catcher. And the short tight dresses she wears to class each day accentuates it perfectly. And since I have yet to see any visible panty lines I am absolutely positive she wears nothing on under her dresses but a light weight sheer bra that allows her pointy nipples to shine through all day long. 

As luck would have it she is teaching out of the class room adjacent to mine which not only allows me to steal glances at her all day long, but has also afforded me the opportunity to get to know her quite well. In fact I have taken it upon myself to not only show her around the campus but also set-up a casual date to show her around town this coming Friday night. 

It seemed like it took a year for Friday to roll around and I was about to die with anticipation. I was hoping Courtney would wear something short and sexy and she didn't disappoint me. When she came to the door she was wearing a short red dress and sandals and nothing else but a smile. And she smelled good enough to eat. 

"Hi Jim," she said with a big warm smile as I walked into her small but well furnished living room. "I have been looking forward to tonight all week. I am dying to get out and see the town."

"Well there isn't that much to see but I think we can find something to do that will take our minds off Owens for a few hours," I teased. "Actually Geno's Bar and Grill has a great band playing tonight along with the best seafood in town. It's not fancy but it's the most entertaining place in town."

"It sounds good to me," Courtney said as she grabbed her purse and led me to the door.

Being the gentleman that I am, I opened the car door to my Mustang GT and let Courtney slide in the passenger side front seat. And my speculation about what she was wearing under her dress proved to be right. As her long legs parted climbing into the car I got a good clear look at her silky smooth pussy. Fuck she looked hot and I was turned on to the max. Oh man what I wouldn't give to sink my cock into her right here and now. 

Geno's was packed and rocking by the time we arrived. After ordering drinks we hit the dance floor and myself and a dozen other guys almost froze as Courtney began to dance. The girl could dance, that's for sure. The way she shook her ass was hypnotizing. One thing was certian - Courtney new how to work it. After a couple of more fast songs the band slowed it down with the old Lynyrd Skynyrd classic "Freebird" and I got my first chance to hold Courtney's hot body next to mine.

As I held Courtney close she pressed her body tightly against mine and rotated and ground her pelvis against my anxious cock. Fuck I was as bad as a high school freshman at his first school dance. I'm sure she could feel my cock getting hard and pressing against her because she pressed her body closer and began doing a bump and grind that brought it to a full erection. As we continued to dance our lips found their way to each other and we kissed a long slow kiss that didn't ended until the band took a break. 

Back at our table our food had arrived and we spent the next hour eating, drinking and getting to know one another a little better. I soon learned that Courtney had played tennis all through school from junior high to college. And according to her, she would have turned pro had it not been for a knee injury during her senior year at Nebraska. From the way she danced you would never know she had had a major knee injury. I also learned Courtney was a pretty fair whiskey drinker. I'm not sure how many shots we had before calling it a night but we both had a good buzz working when they turned on the lights and ran us out of the place. 

Too wasted to drive I haled a taxi and gave the driver Courtney's address. When we arrived at her apartment I told the driver to wait but Courtney quickly nixed that idea. 

"You've gotta come on in for a night cap," she said with a cum to me look. 

"Well, if you insist," I said with a grin.

I paid the taxi and followed her inside. 

Once inside it didn't take long to see where the rest of night was headed. Courtney, showing signs of someone who had had one too many shots of whiskey, clumsily wrapped her arms around my neck and nearly sucked my tongue out of my mouth. Her hands were all over me pulling and rubbing as she ground her body into mine. I let my hands slip down to her ass and grabbed both cheeks and pulled her to me. Soon she was dry fucking me along with non-stop passionate kisses. Holy shit this girl was on fire. 

As my hands found their way under her short red dress and touched the bare flesh of her warm ass she moaned and groaned and began to gyrate her hips even more. By now my cock was raging hard again and begging for attention. Courtney must have sensed it because she broke our kiss and took me by the hand and let me down a short hallway to her bedroom. As we walked through the door she turned on a lamp, kicked off her sandals and started pulling her dress over her head. 

Holy shit what a body this young woman possessed. Her fucking ass was plump and tight and her legs were long and muscular, and I couldn't wait to sink my big hard cock in her!

I was sitting on the bed taking my shoes and shirt off when Courtney pushed me onto my back and with expert precision had my pants and boxers over my ankles and on the floor before you could say one two three go. 

I was still struggling with my shirt when she climbed on top of me. She straddled my legs with hers and bent down and swallowed my entire cock with one big gulp. And man did this girl know how to suck cock. Her head bobbed up and down my shaft in piston like fashion sucking and nibbling my throbbing cock like there was no tomorrow. I reached up and grabbed her breasts and playfully pinched her nipples with my fingers. Jesus, they were warm and tender and felt just as good as I thought they would. 

As far as I could tell I only had one major problem; the way she was sucking my cock it was just a matter of time before I shot my wad. And when she slipped a finger in my ass it was show time. Almost instantly I shot a load of hot cum into her warm waiting mouth. And I'll give her credit, she never flinched or stopped sucking until every last drop of cum had flowed out of my cock. And it must have been one hell of a load because she had cum oozing out of the side of her mouth when she pulled away from my cock. 

"Oh fuck baby, that was good," I finally managed to mumble as I lay helpless on the big king bed. If I died right now I wouldn't have any regrets I thought to myself. This was about as close to heaven as I needed to be at this very moment.

With her body still straddling me Courtney sat up and flashed an evil grin my way and began to gently stroke my near lifeless cock. Sensing she was in need of relief, I wiggled out from under her and nudged her onto her back. She quickly drew her knees up and parted her legs. I placed my hands under her ass and eagerly crawled between her thighs and pressed my tongue against her silky smooth pussy. She moaned softly at first as I let my tongue glide up and down the length of her moist lips. She was sopping wet and her tangy juices quickly seeped onto my tongue as I flicked it in and out of her cunt. Her sweet aroma soon filled the air I was breathing and I could feel my cock begin to come back to life. 

As my tongue drifted down to her puckered asshole Courtney began to circle her clit with her fingers. "Oh yes, suck my asshole," she whimpered as my tongue danced around her forbidden zone. When my tongue darted back into her pussy she arched her hips and pushed forward forcing it into her. 

When she's had all she could take Courtney grabbed my head with both hands and pushed me away and said, "Put your cock in me baby."

She didn't have to tell me twice. With dick in hand I crawled back between her legs and pushed my cock into her warm pussy. And Jesus what a warm tight pussy it was. I managed to push about half of my cock into her and slowly began to pump it in and out. With every pump it went a little deeper until my balls were slapping her ass. She pulled me to her and we locked lips as I began to ram my cock in and out of her cunt with a strong steady rhythm. 

I pulled free from her mouth and pushed her legs high as I began to ram my cock faster and deeper in to her wet pussy. Courtney was moaning and whimpering as I hammered her for all I was worth. With her eyes closed and her head tossing from side to side I pounded her pussy over and over until she finally let out a loud squeal and arched her hips in the air and held me motionless for a moment or two. I could feel her pussy clenching my cock as her orgasm raced aimlessly inside. I soon followed blasting a load cum deep inside her pussy. 

Once she regained her senses Courtney opened her eyes and a big smile emerged across her flushed face. "Fuck baby that's just what I needed," she said. I rolled over next to her and both of us were content just to lie still and catch our breath.

By now the whiskey we drank earlier was beginning to take its toll and it was all either one of us could do to keep our eyes open. I hadn't planned on staying the night but at this point I didn't have a choice. When I leaned over to give Courtney a good night kiss she was already passed out. I pulled the sheet over us, switched off the light and drifted off to sleep too.

Sometime later I was awakened from my sleep to a peculiar but very erotic sensation. At first I thought I was probably dreaming. It appeared as if someone was sucking my cock and pushing something into my ass. The room was dark and it took me a minute or so to get my eyes adjusted and when I did I was taken aback. My legs were spread wide and Courtney was between them. She was gently stroking my semi-hard cock with one hand and gingerly pushing a rigid but soft textured object in and out of my ass. As my eyes became more adjusted to the darkness I could now see that Courtney was wearing a strap-on and was literally fucking me in the ass and jacking me off at the same time.

Fuck, I have to admit I was shocked. In fact I'm not sure shocked really described my feelings. Maybe dumbfounded is a more accurate description of how I was feeling. I should also let you know that as far as my ass goes she was working in virgin territory. But I have to admit, much to my surprise it felt really good. It felt so good in fact that I feigned sleeping so I wouldn't disturb her. 

A short time later she let go of my cock and pushed my knees up and began to push the dildo faster and deeper into my eager ass. I had always thought that I would be too embarrassed to ever let a woman fuck me like this but in a strange way I was really enjoying it. As she began to find her rhythm both of us began to moan a little. I figured she had to know I was awake by now so I grabbed my cock and started stroking it as Courtney continued to fuck me hard and deep. Fuck this was turning out to be one the most erotic experiences I had ever had. 

With Courtney bearing down on my ass I stroked my cock hard and furious until I shot cum all over my stomach. Courtney slowing stopped pumping and bent over me and began to lick the cum of my body. She also took hold of my cock and slowly stroked it, milking every last drop of juice from it. Satisfied that she licked my stomach clean she let the dildo slide out of my ass and placed my cock in her mouth and gave it a good tongue lashing before setting it free. I was at a loss for words. All I could do was just savor the moment. Courtney unstrapped her apparatus and lay down beside me on her stomach. With a mischievous grin on her face she looked at me and said, "How was that baby?"

"Much more erotic than I would have ever dreamed," I told her." A little embarrassing at first," I said, "but very erotic."

We kissed and snuggled for a while and after a quick shower and some coffee it was time for me to go. 

"Courtney, I don't know what to say. This was one of the most unusual and most enjoyable nights of my life."

"Well, James I had a great time too, and I'd love to do it again sometime. All you have to do is say when," she said with a smile.

As the horn of the taxi sounded we shared one last kiss at the door before I was on my way. What a night that was. As I sat in the back of the taxi all I could do was reminisce. As I relived the events of the preceding night there was one thing I knew for sure -- I would definitely be seeing Courtney again real soon.



Courtney: Birthday Surprise



NOTE: Thank you for all the positive feedback from my first story – I hope this one doesn't suffer in comparison. To answer a common question – yes, my stories are true. My writings are not an offering with hopes that others will live vicariously through my sexual encounters, but rather a sincere 'thank you' to the women who have made my life so wonderful.

* * * * *

I had been bartending straight for about 2 years with just the occasional day off. I worked weekdays, weekends, through the Super Bowl and World Series, Christmas Eve, and, the worst, New Years Eve. Between all these shifts I was attending classes at Georgia Tech and studying for exams. I needed a break for myself – badly.

Courtney and I had been dating for just a few weeks, but my rigid schedule had intruded on our relationship. We hadn't shared a complete, mind-shattering evening since the massage session…and we were due.

From the computer room on campus I surfed the Internet for a romantic getaway. My birthday was just a few weeks away and decided that would be an opportune time to pack up the Jeep, head into the North Georgia Mountains, and forget about life for a while. I prefer camping during my great outdoor adventures, but I wasn't willing to risk a wash-out should Mother Nature decide to bless the Southeast with a torrential downpour. So, I found a fully stocked, secluded cabin about 30-minutes outside Uniquoi State Park and made the reservations.

In an effort to surprise Courtney with our little get-away, I mustered my creative energy and designed a personalized invitation for her. The front of the card had a panoramic view of the mountains and a caption reading "Cabin Fever…Catch It!" The inside was laid out like a birthday party invitation with the 'who, what, where and when.' Pleased with my clever creation, I stuffed it in an envelope and mailed it to her.

I was with her at her apartment when she got it in the mail. When she pulled the card out she screamed in delight. "We're going to the mountains for your birthday?"

"Ya, I figured we needed some time to ourselves," I said in my coolest, most casual tone of voice, as if it were no big deal.

She jumped into my lap, hugging my neck and laying a big wet one right on my lips. She was obviously pleased with the vacation plans.

* * * * *

I never slept so well as I did the night before the trip. I figure just knowing I had four worry-free days ahead of me helped me relax. Not to mention, of course, the wonderful evening before consisting of alcohol, a little marijuana, and some sweet lovemaking. I awoke under my own free will – the best way to wake up – and found Courtney's tiny frame still spooned against me. I lay there for a while admiring her delicate features – her downy dirty-blonde eyebrows, her dainty little nose, her sensuous lips, and skin softer than a baby's bottom. Apparently sometime in the night she had slipped from the covers and donned one of my t-shirts and her panties, which made me ponder the mysterious ways of young women like her…wild, carefree and uninhibited during our late-evening romps, yet so modest and shy anytime else. It made her ever more precious, and I squeezed her gently, causing her to stir.

"Wake up sleepy-head," I roared in an energetic manner as if I had been awake for hours already. "Time to get out of bed and head to the mountains – it's my birthday!"

"You better save some of that energy," she managed to whisper as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. "I have a surprise for you later and you're gonna need all the energy you can get."

My dirty mind raced and my manhood twitched against her ass.

"What makes you think it has anything to do with that," she murmured as she rolled away from me in a meager attempt to get a few more minutes of sleep.

* * * * *

The mountains were a sight to behold, rising proudly from the flat farmlands two hours north of the Atlanta suburbs. Their dominant allure gave them a personality all their own – different from the snow-covered peaks in Colorado or the steep terrains in Vancouver. Predominantly covered with trees, the exquisite waterfalls and bubbling creeks were its secret. Some accessible by paths, yet many only revealed to the daring souls who venture aimlessly into the forest. The serenity easily washes away your worst worries. And in the fall, when the canopy glows in its brilliant shades of gold and red, the view can suck the breath right out of even the hardiest man.

My heart raced with excitement as I pulled the Jeep into Helen, the tiny Swiss Alp themed village set near the base of the mountains. I found the tiny office renting us the cabin, got the key, and headed into paradise.

The long gravel road wound its way upwards, through the stately pines and oaks, across a tiny stream, and then upward again. I turned off the stereo and took a deep breath of the fresh air, reveling in the solitude. No honking…no sirens…no phones ringing…just the sound of the tiny pebbles crunching beneath my tires. I turned to Courtney who, too, was in absolute awe of the beauty that surrounded us. "As my grandmother used to say, 'it don't get much gooder than this!'"

We finally reached the end of the gravel drive and found a quaint little log cabin off to the right nestled amongst a spread of towering pines. As we inspected our home-away-from-home we were greeted by a huge stone fireplace in the living room, a king-sized bed draped in a pink, white and green quilt in the bedroom, a full-sized tub with jets in the bathroom, and a wrap-around porch with a charcoal grill and a nice big hot tub looking out over the mountains. If I had the money I would live in a place like this the rest of my life.

We unpacked the Jeep, got all situated inside, and settled on the back deck with a couple of ice-cold beers. We didn't talk much, but rather took in the magnificent view as our bodies relaxed into our new surroundings.

It hadn't been an hour since our arrival when the silence was interrupted by the sound of a vehicle coming up the gravel drive. I knew the closest cabin was about halfway down the mountain and immediately thought the worst – the owners had accidentally rented the cabin to another group and a stressful situation was at hand. I could feel my blood pressure rise as I stormed towards the front door, cussing under my breath as I went. Courtney followed close behind.

We stood in the doorway as the car pulled up next to my jeep. My mind raced, planning my strategy for attacking the situation, but skipped a step when the door opened and a youthful lass stepped out. My eyes devoured her as she walked towards us – a bright pink halter-top stretched tightly against her massive breasts…almost too big for her tiny frame…her nipples straining against the thin material. The short top revealed a wonderfully flat stomach, and her long slender legs wrapped tightly in faded jeans. I gawked at the sight of her huge tits swaying freely beneath her top as she bounded down the steps towards the cabin.

"I think I'm lost," she giggled as she approached the front porch. "I'm looking for the Whipoorwill cabin."

Trying not to stare at her lovely assets, I finally spoke. "We don't have a clue where that is. All we know is that this is the last cabin on this gravel road, and the closest one is about a mile back down the mountain."

"Shit," she replied. She glanced over her shoulder towards her car…I stole another peak at the robust curves of her breasts…then back at us. "Well," she shrugged, "I guess I better head back down and see if I can find the place."

I almost wet myself when, before she could turn and step from the porch, Courtney threw out an offer. "It's starting to get dark. Driving down that road in pitch-black will be extremely dangerous. Why don't you just stay here tonight and find your way back in the morning."

"Well," our visitor thought out loud, "it was a pretty steep drive and I would hate to wreck half way down." She glanced at me but spoke to Courtney, "If it's OK with your husband here."

"First off, " Courtney said, "he's not my husband. And secondly, by the way he's drooling and practically standing on his tongue, I think I can speak for him by saying he doesn't mind at all."

My face must have turned ten shades of red. I was extremely embarrassed for getting caught staring at this beautiful girl standing before us – especially right there in front of my lovely Courtney.

Courtney continued, "C'mon in and I'll get you a cold beer."

I watched in disbelief as our visitor whisped past me, following Courtney towards the kitchen. Her halter-top was held up by just two thin straps - the top tied behind her neck and the bottom tied around the middle of her back. Soft blonde peach-fuzz across the small of her back was accented against her tan skin, and the top of a Rebel Flag tattoo peeked just over the top of her hip-hugging, low-riding jeans. She had to have been around Courtney's age, somewhere around 20 to 22, and her young firm ass packed nicely inside the faded denim.

My Johnson twitched as, like any red-blooded male, my mind began conjuring up a thousand fantasy scenarios. But as I followed the two chatting girls out to the back deck, my realistic side kicked in convincing me things like that only happened in Penthouse Forum, wet dreams, and fraternity brothers' lies. I learned our visitor's name was Susan, and she was from the Atlanta area. She and a bunch of her friends had rented a cabin for the weekend as well, but apparently she had taken a wrong turn somewhere. We sat on the deck, carrying on small talk and watching the sun go down while darkness enveloped our little hide-away.

Several beers, a few shots, and a couple joints later we were all talking like old friends who had known each other for years. It was then Courtney suggested we hit the hot tub. I had been thinking about suggesting it as well, but I figured Courtney might get a little pissed-off with me – accusing me of only wanting to get the new chick wet, or something like that.

"Hell yeah," Susan cheered. "That hot tub has been calling my name all night."

Courtney turned to me. "How about you?"

Trying to mask my extreme jubilation, I managed a casual voice. "Sounds good to me. The only problem is, we didn't bring any bathing suits – we figured we wouldn't need them…remember?" The nasty gears in my head began spinning again.

Courtney thought for a moment, but it was Susan who blurted the obvious solution. "Us girls will wear shirts and our panties, and you just wear your underwear. Everything's covered – just like a swim suit."

Again I was cautious, but Courtney jumped up, "Let's go then!"

I just stood in awe, bug-eyed and open-mouthed like a teenage boy, as I watched these two young maidens peel their jeans over their round little asses, down their legs, and off. Courtney was still wearing her bra, but she pulled that woman's trick where they remove it without taking off their shirt. They grabbed their beers and climbed into the hot tub.

"You coming?" Courtney asked with her devilish grin.

I snapped out of my trance, yanked off my t-shirt, stripped off my jeans, adjusted my boxers and joined them in the warm bubbling water. 

It wasn't long before our beers needed replacing - Courtney offered to make this run to the fridge since she had to pee as well. The door to the cabin had barely slammed shut when my eyes locked onto Susan's. A little devilish smirk, almost identical to the ones Courtney displays so well, crossed her face. Without a word spoken, she rose from her seated position to where she was standing in the middle of the hot tub…the water splashing around her hips. My eyes automatically dropped to the halter-top clinging to her huge breasts. Her large, dark nipples were clearly visible through the sheer, wet material.

"I noticed you've been sneaking peaks at these all night," she said. And with a quick look towards to door to make sure Courtney was out of sight, she grasped the bottom of her halter-top and yanked it out, up and over her colossal orbs.

I had an instant hard-on as I devoured the sight before me – her proud chest a severe contrast to her tiny waist and flat stomach…mammoth breasts jiggling from her sudden movement…skin so smooth…the milky-white tan lines glowing against the dark tanned skin…dark brown, silver dollar areoles smack-dab in the middle of each tit…stiff nipples aching for attention. I followed a drop of water - as if in slow motion - as it cascaded down one breast, stall as it hit the nipple, dangle briefly, then drop into the waters below.

She grabbed her left breast…her hand dwarfed by the healthy globe…gave a good squeeze, then finished with a pinch and a twist of the taut little nub. With a deliberate giggle she lowered her top and sank back into the water and onto her seat.

I just sat there…dumbfounded…in complete awe…hard as a rock and sweating profusely.

I nearly jumped out of my skin when Courtney kicked open the swinging door to the deck and emerged with three fresh beers and a boom-box. "Thought we could use a little music," she said cheerfully as she set the radio on a nearby table.

Within a minute she had tuned in to a station playing 70's and 80's music and joined us once again in the hot tub. We carried on in idle chit-chat as I tried desperately to avoid making eye contact with Susan. But when I did I was met with a quick wink and that devilish grin.

It wasn't long before a Lynnard Skynnard song came on. "Ya-hooooo!" Susan belted in a powerful rebel yell. "I loooove this song. C'mon Courtney – let's dance."

Without any coaxing, Courtney was up and dancing in the middle of the hot tub with Susan…their hips gyrating…arms waving…hair flinging…water splashing against their asses. All I could do was sit back and enjoy the scene. Both girls were feeling pretty good from all the alcohol and occasional joints – with eyes closed and heads back they continuously bumped and brushed against each other. I admired the view of Courtney's petite body and firm young breasts clearly visible through her soaked t-shirt. And when the waves splashed just right, I could see the baby-blue of her lacey French-cut panties stretched tight across her hips. Susan's pendulous breasts swayed in rhythm to the music, stretching the thin material of her top to its limits…as if testing the durability of the straps. And when she turned for the first time I was presented with a wonderful view of her tan, tight ass framed in a sliver of yellow thong. I realized then I was gently caressing myself beneath the cover of bubbling water.

Another up-beat song played while they danced before the station slowed things down and the tunes of Journey filled the night air. Courtney turned to sit down.

"C'mon Courtney," Susan pleaded with a pouty look on her face. "One more dance?"

Courtney looked at me as if asking for permission. "Go ahead," I said.

With that, the two girls embraced. Susan, slightly taller, draped her arms across Courtney's shoulders, and Courtney wrapped her arms around Susan's waist. I thought I would rip right out of my boxers as I watched their breasts mash together. Their bodies swayed in unison to the music as they slowly turned. When Courtney's back was to me, Susan stared at me over Courtney's shoulder and blew me a kiss. The real shocker came, however, when they turned so Susan's back was to me and I could see Courtney – her head nuzzled against Susan's neck…eyes closed…her hands caressing up and down Susan's back…each time sinking lower and lower until they dropped below water level and completely cupped Susan's ass.

Another slow song came on and I noticed the two girls were intently staring at each other as they danced…faces just an inch apart…studying each other. Then, as if both had somehow telepathically agreed, they both leaned forward and kissed. Not a 'good-night-mom' little peck, but rather a deep, sensuous, mouth-open, tongue-dancing kiss. They parted for a second, again staring at each other, then kissed again.

The girls had stopped dancing now – just standing against each other in the middle of the hot-tub…water bubbling against their hips…again staring at each other…still embraced…oblivious to their surroundings…as if unaware of my presence just off to their side. Slowly, but deliberately, Susan lowered her arms from Courtney's shoulders and brought them to water level, grasped the bit of Courtney's t-shirt floating amidst the bubbles, and began lifting it up her body. Courtney responded by lifting her elbows as the material peeled up her arms, over her head and off. Susan tossed the soaked shirt out onto the deck, then draped her arms back over Courtney's shoulders.

It seemed like Courtney hesitated, but then her hands began to move – grabbing the loose ends of the bottom tie of Susan's top and pulling them untied. Still staring straight into Susan's eyes, Courtney grasped the upper tie and did the same thing. She leaned back to allow room to pull the dangling material from between them and tossed it aside. I watched Courtney's eyes leave Susan's for the first time as she lowered them to see what she had uncovered. Her tiny hand came up to cup the great bottom swell of one of Susan's tits, lifting it slightly, then bending forward to take the nipple in her mouth. Susan's head rolled back as she let out a silent moan – barely audible over the sound of the jets of the hot tub.

Courtney paid special notice to the hard bud…nibbling…sucking…licking…teasing. She then moved to the other giving it the same blissful attention.

Beneath the water, I freed my solid tool through the convenient opening in the front of my boxers and continued soft, yet deliberate, strokes.

Susan then turned and knelt on one of the seats, resting her elbows on the side of the hot tub…her breasts slowly swaying to a stop. Courtney moved up behind her, breasts mashed against Susan's ass, and lay several soft kisses down her spine. Her delicate fingers slid beneath the elastic band of Susan's thong and gradually began to ease it down…over her hips…the thin strip of material peeling from the deep split of her ass…down below the water bubbling around her thighs. Susan leaned to one side then the other, lifting her knees to allow the completion of her undress. Courtney's hands resurfaced once again, tossing the miniscule piece of fabric to the deck.

From the angle I had, I could just barely see a pair of swollen lips peeking from between Susan's upper thighs. But my view was quickly obstructed by Courtney's face. With her hands on Susan's hips, she dove eagerly into the darkened recesses…nose buried between Susan's sweet ass cheeks…mouth wide-open…shrouding Susan's puffy box. Her head twitched and turned…her jaw shifting frantically…I could just imagine what her tongue was doing.

Susan reared her head back with eyes shut tight and arched her back, pushing her ass firmly against Courtney's face. Her breasts again swaying as she rocked to meet Courtney's hungry tongue.

And beneath the water, I continued to stroke.

After several minutes of Courtney's ferocious tongue bath and Susan's numerous moans and squeals, Susan pulled away and turned and sat on the edge of the hot tub. Courtney knelt before her, almost completely submerged in the hot, bubbling water, as Susan parted her legs and hiked one up to rest on Courtney's shoulder. The turquoise light from the hot tub shimmered off Susan's wet skin, and gave me a glorious view of her private cache. Her thin tan line appeared to glow in comparison to her tanned thighs and stomach…a small, neatly trimmed tuft of hair forming a thin, upside-down triangle…her engorged outer lips framing an elaborate maze of pink folds that seemed to open in anticipation.

Without hesitation, Courtney lowered her face between Susan's thighs and continued her oral assault. I watched her tongue flicking and caressing each fold, then darting deep between them, then caressing again. Occasionally she would take a fold tenderly between her teeth and tug gently, resulting in moans of approval from Susan. I watched keenly as Courtney's tongue began its attack on the tiny nub of flesh near the top of Susan's slit…dancing and twirling. Courtney brought one hand below her chin and eased one finger between the moistened folds of Susan's pussy…sliding in knuckle deep…then withdrawing…then sliding deep again.




Courtney: Birthday Surprise



And beneath the water, I felt my balls beginning to tighten.

Susan reacted by hiking her other leg up over Courtney's shoulders, burying Courtney's face between her thighs. Her hands grasped the hair on the back of Courtney's head and pulled her face tight against her mound. Susan's eyes then met mine…a twisted, complex look on her face…a grimace of ecstasy…then her eyes closed…and her head rolled back…her body arched…her enormous tits squeezed out and up between her arms…her thighs tightened against Courtney's ears…and her body bucked fiercely…once…then again…then yet again.

Susan's body soon relaxed…just an occasional quiver as Courtney lapped at the juices that had flowed.

The entire spectacle had thrown me into a state of disbelief. I sat quietly…frozen in time…not even stroking anymore – just staring wide-eyed with my rigid shaft in hand. The only sounds were of Susan catching her breath and the jets of the hot tub.

Susan's thighs dropped from Courtney's shoulders, legs splashing into the bubbling water. Courtney stood, still staring at Susan, licking her lips. Then Courtney turned to face me. Her exquisite body shimmered in the light from the hot tub…her wet hair draped across her shoulders…tiny droplets of water covering her delicate facial features…her sweet emerald eyes sparkling with exhilaration…her lovely breasts rising and falling with her hurried breath…her nipples swollen with excitement. She stepped before me as that devilish grin crossed her soft pink lips. Reaching below the water, she grabbed either side of my boxers and yanked them down and off – tossing them onto the deck.

As if on queue, Susan slipped back into the tub, gliding through the water, and stood behind Courtney. Susan's hands appeared at Courtney's hips as she slipped her thumbs under the elastic waistband and peeled Courtney's panties down. Beneath the water, Courtney stepped from them as they floated off with the current of the jets. Susan's hands returned to Courtney's waist, then deliberately slid forward and up until they cupped Courtney's firm young tits…gently squeezing…pinching the stiff nips.

Courtney's eyes never left mine, and she now moved closer to me…straddling my lap…kneeling on the seat I was perched on. Her expert fingers wrapped around my cock and guided it between her open thighs until the head nestled into the warm confines of her pussy lips, then slowly lowered herself…impaling her youthful body upon my swollen sword…my hands grasping her firm little ass.

Susan moved to our side, one knee resting on the seat. She draped her arms across our shoulders bringing her epic melons to brush against our cheeks. Courtney turned her head slightly as her tongue darted out and flicked at the immense nipple before her.

Realizing Courtney's inhibitions had completely vanished, I pulled one hand from its tight grip on her ass and wrapped it around Susan's waist. I turned my head and literally mashed my face into the huge breast…taking the nipple gently between my teeth.

Courtney began to ride up and down…her tight little twat swallowing my cock…her inner walls gripping and releasing with each stroke.

I lowered my hand from Susan's waist…down across her perfectly rounded little ass…fingers traipsing across her crack…until my hand was cupped between her slightly parted thighs. My middle finger stroked length-wise across her engorged slit…the tip brushing and pressing against her clit.

I felt Courtney's body begin to quiver, and I was doing everything in my power to keep from exploding myself. I pulled my mouth from Susan's tit and locked eyes with Courtney as she continued her up and down ride. A few more strokes and I felt her pussy begin to tighten around me…her fingers digging into my shoulders…her eyes closed and her head dropped back.

Susan was rocking against my hand…tits swaying and slapping against the side of my face…her grunts and moans a sure sign of her enjoyment.

My balls tightened…my brain began to spin…and I exploded with violent conviction.

* * * * *

I was the first to wake the next morning. I lay between the cool sheets with my precious Courtney curled up in my arm on one side, leg draped across mine, her hand resting on my stomach. Susan slept soundly, curled up in my arm on my other side. The sun beamed through the partially closed blinds…the distant screams of Blue Jays announcing a new morning…ahhhhh – another day in paradise.

Soon the girls, too, began to stir. Sleepy smiles and quick good-morning pecks were shared.

Susan rolled out of bed first, and Courtney and I watched as her voluptuous naked body staggered into the bathroom. She emerged moments later already dressed in shorts, but offered one last good look at her magnificent chest before slipping a shirt over her head and heading out into the livingroom.

Courtney rolled tighter against me and we shared a long, loving kiss. Her naked breasts pressing against my side and her soft curly mound tickling my hip caused my little soldier to stir once again. She squeezed it gently, giggling a bit. "Glad to see you still have some energy for the rest of the weekend!"

We got dressed and came out of the bedroom just as Susan finished packing up her bag. "I guess I better get going," she said, sounding somewhat disappointed. Courtney and I walked her out onto the front porch, dished out one big group hug, and watched as she took off up the steps towards her car. She threw her bag into the back seat, looked back at us one last time, and with a friendly wave yelled, "See you soon Courtney – Happy Birthday Bill!"

I wasn't quite fully awake yet and my mind just drifted aimlessly as we watched her car disappear down the hill. Then it hit me. "Hey! What did she mean by 'see you soon Courtney' and how did she know it was my birthday?"

Courtney's delicate little face turned upwards to face mine. She stood on her toes and gave me a quick peck on the lips. "Hope you had a good birthday!" A quick wink and that devilish grin said it all.



Courtney Cat



Courtney Katt is a very pretty aspiring young stage actress who recently landed a role in a local production of the musical "Cats." In the show, she plays the part of Rumpleteazer, who is the partner of Mungojerrie, and they make up a team of cat burglars. These two parts are relatively minor, but they both rate a listing on the program and they have an interesting dance number together in the first act. Although Courtney is far from being a famous actress, she has appeared in quite a few other productions by the local company. 

In "Cats" she wears an elaborate costume, which is not unusual; she has worn costumes and makeup before. However, in those previous roles, they consisted of more or less ordinary clothing, sometimes from the period of the play, and makeup not too much different from what she would wear when not on stage. In this play, her only clothing is a pair of skimpy and tightly fitting shorts, to which her tail is attached. If Courtney had her way, the play would be done nude, but she needs something to hold her tail while she is prancing about and being a cat on stage. 

There is more to her costume than that, of course, but the rest is just elaborate orange and black and brown body paint that is intended to resemble the fur of a calico cat, and is almost identical to that of Mungojerrie. The paint is applied to her and her partner and, in a variety of colors, to all the other cast members before the performance starts. She and the others usually use the backstage showers and wash it off when the play is over for the evening. An exception to this general rule occurred late last Saturday night when Courtney called me on her cell phone with an urgent problem. 

"George, I am so horny you wouldn't believe it," she told me. "I really need you to come over here and take care of it." 

Since alleviating the horniness of sweet and beautiful women such as Courtney is one of my very favorite things to do, I told her I would be over. I did wonder why she had called me on her cell phone if she was home, but I was not too concerned, and thought she might tell me when I got there. We live not very far from each other, so I drove to her apartment in about twenty minutes and knocked on the door. 

I heard the rattling sound that I knew meant that the peephole on the door was being opened, so I stood in the light of the overhead lamp and made a face at her. It wasn't a nasty enough grimace to scare anybody and, seconds later, the door opened and Courtney's arm reached out, pulled me inside and locked the door . When she turned to face me, I got quite a shock. Instead of her pretty face and scantily clad or totally naked body, which is what I usually see when I call on her, she was still in her costume, including all the painted stripes on her face and body that simulate cat fur. On the stage, it looks fairly realistic but up close it just looks like paint. 

She had kept a firm grip on my arm, and Courtney pulled me along as she ran into the bedroom, where the bed covers, except for the bottom sheet, had been removed in preparation for my arrival. Still moving quickly, she pulled off her shorts with the attached tail and let me know what she needed. 

"I'm burning up, and I need you to eat my pussy, George, and right now. I love having you suck my titties too, but right now, I need your mouth on my clit." She sprawled nakedly on her back atop the bed, her legs spread wide, and slid a pillow under her hips, the way I know she likes to be while I eat her out. 

Although I usually prefer to take my time and bring my lady friend slowly to a big climax, I always do what they say, within reason. Since Courtney was already highly aroused, it was within reason to do what she said, and bring her to as quick an orgasm as I could. Hopefully, we could then do things more normally, and I could take a long time eating her pussy the way I prefer and that she usually prefers too. Of course, that would be followed by fucking, also taking our time and getting the most out of it. 

Still fully dressed except for my shoes, which I had just kicked off, I climbed onto the bed, knelt between her thighs and leaned forward, so Courtney could raise her legs and rest them on my shoulders. From that close, the delectable aroma of her pussy was even stronger than usual, and I could see she was as wet as if she had just climaxed. I loosely wrapped my arms around her colorful thighs and leaned in even closer, wanting to admire the beauty of her pussy from inches away, the way I usually do before eating it. Courtney was in too much of a hurry for that. 

"C'mon, George, suck my clit. I really need to cum right now!" 

Her hips were already swiveling under my face, thrusting her legs out and back over my shoulders, they way they do when she's excited, and I decided to make Courtney's first orgasm a quickie, just as she was pleading with me to do. Her adorable clit, which I admire so much, had pushed its way completely free of its protective hood, so I leaned forward, engulfed it in my mouth and began sucking. My lips formed a seal at the base, while my tongue caressed the swollen sides and top. 

Courtney was moaning in bliss; her pussy was already fucking up into my face and her heels were thumping against my back as I quickly brought her closer to what she wanted. In less than a minute of sucking and licking, she joyously cried out "Yes! Oh, god, I'm cumming!" 

As always when she reaches that place, her legs squeezed my temples and her hands went to the back of my head to push my face more firmly into her pussy. She fucked up against my mouth even harder, while her legs swung from side to side, carrying my head a very willing prisoner. I clung to her thighs, kept my mouth clamped onto her clit and continued sucking and licking while reveling in the wild ride. 

When Courtney climaxed, all her muscles spasmed; she let out a louder and even more joyful cry of delight, and her back arched, ramming her pussy against my face for an ultimate time. After her orgasm, she sagged back onto the bed, looking liking like a calico puddle, and I greedily licked all the fresh nectar from her legs and belly and all around her pussy. I even sucked it out from the pink hole that had produced it, because I expected to eat her pussy to another climax, slower the next time, and that time, I would leave enough of those juices to provide lubrication for the fucking that I hoped and expected to do with my lady friend. 

For a few minutes, Courtney remained relaxed, with her eyes closed and a big, blissful smile on her face. When she opened her eyes, she turned to me and explained some of the things I had been wondering about. 

"Thanks, George. I really needed that. But I'll bet you're wondering why I was in such a state when you got here." 

"Well, yeah, I was wondering. Not complaining, of course, but a little curious." 

"It has to be my costume, especially the body paint. The first night it was applied, at our first dress rehearsal, I got really turned on, almost as much as I was when you got here. Near the end of the first act, when Jerry -- Mungojerrie -- and I danced off the stage, we ducked behind some old scenery and fucked our brains out until it was time to get back on stage. I came twice, and his cock is nothing to brag about. At the end of the final number, we went to the same place and did it again. 

"At every dress rehearsal and every performance, it's been the same thing, until tonight. Jerry came down with flu, and his understudy is gay and didn't want to do that part of Jerry's job with me. Well, the show must go on, and I was back on stage for the final number, but I was really hot to trot. I decided to call you to take care of it, and I stopped on the way while I was driving here to use my cell phone instead of calling from home because I wanted to get you here as soon as I could. I'm okay, for now at least, but I hope we're not through for the night. I know you're just as much of a hotsy as I am." 

She's right about that. I really love having different kinds of sex with a variety of partners just as she does. "I hope we're not through either," I replied. 

As I said that, I pulled off my shirt, which was covered in orange and brown and black paint, moved up in the bed beside Courtney and leaned over to start kissing her face, the way I usually do. She is a brunette, with green eyes and regular, pretty features, and it was fun kissing her there. It was even more fun when I moved my attentions lower and started licking one of her nipples. Instead of being its natural dark pink, the cute little nubbin was covered with orange paint, which had a rather chalky flavor, but I didn't let that deter me. I licked with broad strokes, using the flat of my tongue and with short dabs of the tip and, in a few seconds, Courtney was murmuring happily and her upper body was squirming under me. 

I switched my attentions to the other nipple; the paint -- black this time - tasted the same and this nubbin was equally erect. Since the tiny ridges within her nipple felt so good to my tongue, and Courtney's movements were starting to increase, I ignored the taste of the paint and treated the second cutie as I had the first. For several minutes, I switched my mouth back and forth between her nipples, while Courtney cooed happily and her movements became even more pronounced. 

The body paint tasted even worse when I drew one of her luscious breasts into my mouth and started sucking on it. With my lips acting as a seal, my cheeks worked like bellows and I sucked and licked her nipple and areola. Once again, I switched my attentions from one of the lovely twins to the other, able to tolerate the taste of the paint for the pleasure of having Courtney's breasts in my mouth and feeling her writhing under me and hearing her blissful cooing, which was starting to turn to moans of joy. 

After her earlier climax, I had feasted on every drop of juice from her pussy so, when I again detected the delectable scent, I knew it was fresh. Although her breasts were delightful, there were better places available just a few feet away. Under most circumstances, I would have licked and kissed and nuzzled my way down her belly, but I decided against it that night. It would have been fun, but not worth the unpleasant taste of the body paint I would have consumed. I got off the bed, removed my pants and shorts and socks, got back on between Courtney's legs and approached her on my knees. 

She saw me coming, grinned lewdly and raised her legs. I ducked under them so she could rest them on my shoulders, and wrapped my arms around her thighs. Courtney had been wearing the shorts with a tail when the rest of her costume was applied, so the area around her pussy was free of the body paint. I was glad of that, because I intended to lick up all the nectar that had trickled from her adorable pink hole, and I would have hated to have its delicious flavor adulterated like that. 

Before applying my tongue, though, I did what I usually do before starting to eat a sweet pussy like Courtney's. I would have done it earlier if she hadn't been so horny and in such a hurry to start cumming. I gazed at her pussy, admiring her great beauty, and thankful that she had called on me to fill her need. She shaves herself regularly, and had apparently done so that day, because her creamy skin appeared to have no stubble. Her inner lips had pushed their way out through the slit and were swollen with lust, as they had been before, except I didn't really have a chance to admire them. Rather than breathe in the delectable aroma and taste a small example, the way I usually do, I lowered my face and started licking up all the fresh juices. 

The skin on the insides of Courtney's thighs has a smooth and soft texture, and I started there. Taking my time because I wanted to get it all, my tongue sluiced all the nectar from above the line of paint into my mouth, while her lower body squirmed under my face. After I finished everything from those parts of her legs that weren't black or orange or brown, I started on one of Courtney's outer lips. 

I had found the creamy skin there to be gratifying to my eyes, but the way it felt to my tongue was a much greater treat. Moving slowly, I started licking upward, reveling in the way the surface felt and the vibrant, alive feel just under her fair skin, and the way Courtney was squirming on the bed under my ministrations. Eating a pussy such as hers is a delight to all my senses, its beauty, its aroma, its taste and the way she was cooing of her delight, but the best part of all is the way she feels to my mouth. 

Courtney had climaxed once already, but the paint that covered most of her body still had her highly sexually excited, and I wanted her next orgasm to be a truly momentous one. We had all the time in the world, so I took as much of it as I needed, and my tongue caressed the whole area of her outer lip over and over until I reached her Mount of Venus. I raised my head and smiled at the way her body was writhing under me and her head, with her mouth open in a blissful smile, was tossing about on her pillow. I kissed her mons and brought my avid mouth back to where I had started. 

After devouring all the fresh juices, none of which was tainted by body paint, I started on Courtney's other outer lip. I licked this one the same way and, by the time I reached her mons this time, her pussy was starting to fuck against my face and her cooing had turned to blissful moans. I kissed the soft mound again, and gazed on my lady friend's gorgeous body. This time, her eyes were open, and she saw my face and grinned. 

"I love that, George! Keep doing it. You're going to make me cum again." 

I grinned back, but didn't say anything. My mouth was otherwise much too pleasurably engaged in other things to waste any time on chitchat, although I wanted the same result as she did. 

The first of those other things was feasting on the nectar that Courtney's pussy was steadily producing. My tongue carefully scooped up every delicious drop, even those that were right at the rim of the lovely pink hole that was producing them. After that snack, I started licking between a pair of her inner and outer lips, beginning with the small, very smooth and soft place between the two origins. My mouth slowly caressed her there, before I tilted my head slightly so I could slide it in between the two labia and stroke them both at the same time. 

My tongue darted in and out of the seam as I slowly worked my way to her clit hood, where the inner lip merges with her other inner lip. Besides having a pussy thrusting into my face the way Courtney's was, there is very little I like more than the spongy texture of a swollen inner lip against my tongue. The one I was stroking that night felt even better than most. Really reveling in what I was doing, I took my time until I once more reached the hood that was sheltering Courtney's clit. I raised my head, wanting to see how much effect my ministrations were having on the pretty young actress. 

They were having a tremendous effect. Her mouth was wide open in bliss and her eyes were shut as her head rolled back and forth on top of her pillow. Courtney's sexy body thrashed from side to side, with her luscious breasts swaying and bouncing. When I looked down, I saw how her hips were swiveling under me and her clit had completely pushed its way out from under its protective hood. She was close to being ready to cum, but I wanted to increase her arousal a little more. 

I devoured all the fresh juices and started slowly licking between Courtney's other pair of inner and outer lips, treating them the same as I had the first. She rocked from side to side under my face and seemed to be trying to wrap her pussy around my face. When I reached her clit hood this time, I saw how the hotsy's thighs had rotated slightly outward, presenting her pussy even more fully to me, and how she was actually bouncing up and down on the bed in her excitement. Courtney's arousal had reached its apex, and it was time for her climax. 

She hadn't been saying much, just moaning and whimpering and even sobbing from what my mouth was doing for her pussy. When I stopped for a couple of seconds to gaze with rapture at the erratic movements of her sexy and colorful body, Courtney opened her eyes and pleaded with me. 

"Suck my clit, George. Make me cum. I need to cum." 

She was right, and I opened my mouth wide and enveloped her swollen clit. Once again, my lips formed a seal at the base, while I sucked on the luscious morsel and my tongue caressed the swollen sides and top. The movements of Courtney's body increased in their wildness until she uttered a joyous cry, one that every lover of female hotsies delights in hearing. 

"Yes! Yes! Oh, god, suck my clit!" 

Once again, her hands and legs held my head a willing captive as she slung me all over the bed, and her pussy rammed into my face. I kept my arms around Courtney's thighs and kept my mouth clamped onto her clit for as long as she remained in the throes of cumming. 

"Oh! Oh! OH!" she cried out as her back arched and she jammed her pussy against my face for a final time. 

After her orgasm, Courtney collapsed onto the bed, her legs still draped over my shoulders. I backed away slightly and then moved in close to feast on all the fresh nectar, being careful to avoid any that had gotten mixed with her body paint. I also avoided sucking any of it from the lovely pink hole that had produces my repast, because I knew it would be needed for lubrication. I had gotten highly aroused from everything about her delectable pussy, and I needed to fuck, and I was quite sure Courtney would feel the same. 

After devouring as much of her juices as I would allow myself, I backed away and removed my socks and pants, after taking a condom from the pocket, and peeled off my underwear. I rolled the condom onto my stiff cock and knelt between Courtney's legs again, with my erection aimed at the place where I wanted to stick it. After a minute, she opened her eyes, grinned happily at my readiness, and reached down to spread her pussy lips, offering them to me. 

It was an offer no man in his right mind could refuse. Holding my stiff cock in one hand, I approached Courtney on my knees and leaned forward to place the other hand at her side to support my weight. I moved in closer and felt the head of my cock squeeze between the fingers that were holding her lips apart and rubbed it in the wetness to spread the natural lubrication. When I was ready, I made a strong forward thrust and felt my cock wedge into Courtney's soft, wet pussy. 

"Ooooo," she murmured in appreciation. 

I emulated her happy sound and, seconds later, gave another firm push to plunge a little over another inch into the juicy hole Courtney was holding open for me. We both expressed our happiness again, and I thrust my cock more deeply into her pussy. She was wet, but tight, and I could feel her internal muscles massaging everything of mine that was inside her. I no longer needed to guide my cock so I let go of it and placed that hand on the other side of my lady friend to support my weight evenly. 

Courtney smiled up at me in my changed posture. "Okay, now, George. Really give it to me," she whispered.

While saying that, she spread her thighs wider and hooked her ankles around my legs. The next time I drove forward, she felt my cock surging into her and flexed her leg muscles, pulling herself forward and meeting my thrust. Our bodies came together with a satisfying wet sound, accompanied by murmurs of delight from either of our mouths. I lay like that for over a minute, letting Courtney's pussy muscles caress my cock and watching her face reflect the pleasure that I knew was swirling through her body. 

I still had my hands pressed flat on the mattress on either side of my partner, and I slowly drew my cock back again, paused for a second, and plowed it back into her. Once again, Courtney flexed the muscles in her legs and pulled her pussy against me. Although our movements were slow, she was so wet that I felt her juices spattering against me as our bodies came together. I stayed in that position for almost a minute again so we could both fully relish the many sensations we were experiencing. 




Courtney Cums and Cums



There is no experience in the world that Courtney Crain loves nearly as much as cumming, and she particular loves it when her orgasms are brought about by one or more of the black men she likes to keep around her. She always has at least three of them, and keeping her sexually satisfied is a full time job, for which they are well paid. Forty year old Courtney is filthy rich, with inherited wealth, a large house in a gated community and an annual income from gilt-edged securities in seven figures, and she has never had to work a day in her life. The black men she employs do work, although some people wouldn't call it that, because their jobs are extremely enjoyable. 

One of the reasons for that is that Courtney is quite attractive, with long, dark brown hair, green eyes and a creamy white complexion. Her figure is delightful to look at or fondle too, with large, firm breasts, a rather thick waist and a big, beautiful ass, which she and her studs usually call her booty. Whatever she or they call it, it's not only a pleasure to the eye, it's even better for fucking, and ramming their big cocks in and out of her there is one of the things the men in her employ most like to do, and one of the things she loves having done to her. 

That description of their cocks as "big" is really an understatement, because she actually holds auditions to find the black men who are hung the best and want to put their massive equipment to work with her. Not wanting any legal problems, and being aware that some busybodies in the town where she lives would love to see her arrested and prosecuted for what she does, Courtney is always careful. All the men who audition with her must prove they are at least 18 years old. 

Right now, she has four men there, and they all love their jobs. Each of them has his own suite in her mansion, and sleeps in his own bed, unless he is with her, earning his salary. Recently, Nathan finished college and left Courtney's employ. He had enjoyed his time working for her, and it paid all his educational expenses, but he also knew there was no real future in it, so he left her for a permanent job. Courtney was sorry to see him go, but wished him well and waved goodbye as he drove away in the new luxury car she had bought him with his pockets full of the generous bonus she had given him. 

Willie, the man who replaced Nathan, is currently Courtney's favorite, as is the norm when a new stud comes to work for her, and he and Jerome were waiting to be called to share her bed one night last week. Two is a normal number of sex partners for her, because she likes to suck and be fucked at the same time, and sometimes she likes to be in the middle of a double penetration. Once in a while, when she is especially horny, all four men climb into bed with her and their cocks and tongues and hands are used simultaneously to give her the pleasure she needs from cumming repeatedly.

"Okay, you guys, bedtime," Courtney announced to the two waiting black men while she stood in the entrance to her bedroom and beckoned to them. She was wearing a billowing ensemble of translucent gowns, because she always loves having her employees undress her as a preliminary before they get to the more serious work. "I hope you're good and horny tonight, because I sure am." 

Standing beside the extra large king-sized bed, Courtney spread her arms and legs apart and waited for her bedmates to begin the unwrapping. They were already naked, for her visual delights and so she wouldn't need to spend any more time on their preliminaries than she had to. Jerome started by unzipping the nylon zipper on the back of the first garment and Willie pulled it down off her arms. They continued with their work and quickly had Courtney naked above her waist. Willie started licking her nipples, and Jerome pushed his hands through the waistband of her remaining garment, which resembled harem pants, except they had no crotch. 

"Mmmm, that feels great, Willie. Keep licking me there," Courtney murmured. "I love the way your hands feel on my ass Jerome. Stick your finger in me." 

One of the main reasons she had hired Willie was that Courtney loved the way he eagerly and skillfully ate her pussy during the job interview. Combined with his big, hard cock, which she had started fondling by that time, he had been the best among the applicants. The young man held one breast in either of his hands and his tongue alternated licking Courtney's nipples, while Jerome's hands were spreading her cheeks, and his middle finger was plunging in and out of her ass. 

The combination of what the two men were doing for her started Courtney's pussy lubricating, and Willie smelled the delectable aroma. He raised his head and looked at her quizzically, as if to ask if she was ready for his mouth on her pussy, and she eagerly nodded her head. 

"Let me lie on the bed, and you know what I want then." 

They both knew, so Jerome removed his hands from where they had been fondling Courtney's ass, and she backed up to sit on the bed, followed by sliding across the red silk sheets to lie in the middle. Willie followed her, and knelt between her knees, prepared for his mistress to raise and spread her legs so she could put them on his shoulders and he could slip a pillow under her ass while he did his specialty. Jerome's finger was no longer in her ass, and he thought he knew what she would want him to do next, but he waited for her to give him instructions. 

He didn't have to wait long, and he was right in his expectations. "Move over here beside my face and let me taste your nice, big cock," she told him. Before her mouth got too busy, she gave Willie more directions. "Fuck my ass with your finger while you're eating my box," she told him, and reached down to spread her cheeks as she got ready to enjoy another night of exquisite sexual pleasure. 

The men in bed with Courtney started to help her meet that goal. As soon as she raised her legs, Willie ducked his head so one of them rested on either of his shoulders. One arm went around her thigh while the middle finger of his other hand was eased into her ass, and he started to fuck it slowly in and out, penetrating her all the way to his knuckle. With that started, Willie got busy with his tongue, starting by licking off all the fresh juice that had spattered on his mistress's thighs and continuing with sluicing it from between her legs into his mouth. The nectar was even more delicious than it had been during his successful audition, and he reveled in the soft, smooth skin of the lady's thighs and crotch. 

Jerome was having a great time too. He knelt next to the lady's head, and she held his cock in that hand and turned her face so she could start licking the end. Her tongue laved the head, and she relished the velvety feel of the big mushroom shape. Slowly, loving every second, she opened her mouth wider and started engulfing the thick cylinder, while her tongue licked under the ridge and started working its way down the shaft. It was so big and so hard that it felt almost as if she would dislocate her jaw, but she had sucked off many cocks even bigger than this one. 

Slowly, Courtney's mouth enveloped the big, black shaft, reveling in its hard roundness and the way the smooth skin felt to her tongue as she laved its length. She moved her head forward and paused when she felt the head pressing against the back of her mouth, leaving it there while her tongue caressed every inch it could reach. She would give him deep throat later that evening, but she wanted her lips and her tongue to derive some preliminary delight from the hard, thick cock for a while. 

Courtney wasn't the only person in the bed whose mouth was both giving and receiving a lot of fun. Willie had started by licking all the fresh juices from her thighs and crotch, and the next place was one of Courtney's outer lips. She had shaved herself there earlier that day, because she knows the bare skin is more sensitive and that it feels better to a tongue caressing her. The smooth skin felt wonderful to Willie, as he licked all the way to her mons while continuing to thrust a long middle finger in and out of the lady's ass. 

After relishing all the fresh juices his ministrations had elicited, he started on the other outer lip, licking this one the same way, with short strokes that went repeatedly over the same area, and advanced slowly to his mistress's soft mons again. By the time he reached that point, the exquisite pleasure his tongue was giving her was making Courtney's body squirm in joy. It felt so wonderful she thought she might climax soon, and didn't want to put Jerome out of action by biting down on his cock while she was cumming. 

"I really love your big tool," she told him, and proved it by taking it out and licking it as a child might have licked a lollipop. "I'm afraid I might bite you though. Just lick and suck my titties for now, and I'll give you some more head in a little while." 

He had no problem doing that, and moved over to start licking her nipples with broad strokes of his tongue. Courtney put another pillow under her head and nestled into it so she could revel in the incredible sensation of two large black men delighting her with their mouths. She saw and felt Jerome's tongue as it caressed her nipples, switching from one to the other, and she felt Willie as he started licking between an inner and outer lip. Bolts of delight shot through her from there and from her ass which was being slowly fucked by his finger, and she felt the connection established between the erect nubbins and her clit, while her body started writhing, and her hips started swiveling. 

Willie noted the movements of her hips and how they were making her legs thrust out and back over his shoulders at the same time as her pussy fucked up into his face. He smiled to himself, thinking of how his mouth was going to bring the rich white woman to a great orgasm, and hugged her thighs more tightly so he could bury his face even more snugly into her pussy. His tongue thrust into the seam between the inner and outer lip and he worked his way slowly and thoroughly up to her clit. 

When he reached that temporary goal, Willie raised his head slightly to see how things were progressing. His coworker, Jerome, had started sucking on their employer's tits, and she was thrusting them up to meet him as he moved his mouth between the succulent orbs. He looked at her precious man in the boat, and it was so swollen with her lust it had almost pushed its way out from the protection of its hood, and resembled a pink pearl. It was inviting to him, and Willie knew he could quickly bring her to an orgasm by starting to suck and lick her there, but he also knew her climax would be even better if he kept using his mouth to increase her arousal. He delicately stroked his tongue across the top of her clit hood and brought his mouth back to her beautiful dripping pink hole. 

Courtney felt as if she were in heaven from the way the two black studs were pleasing her with their tongues and a finger in her ass. She especially loved what Willie was doing to her pussy. During the audition, he had brought her to a tremendous orgasm, and that and the size of his cock had caused her to send the other applicants away even before they had a chance to show their talents or physical attributes. 

Willie enjoyed the orgasm at the audition almost as much as the lady did, and he knew her climax that evening would be even better. After licking between the second pair of inner and outer lips and teasing her clit again, he brought his mouth back down to where he started and thrust his tongue into her wet, pink slit. Still moving slowly, he stroked upward, making a slight penetration into the place that was the source of her delicious juices, and wiggled his tongue around in there for a few seconds. The travels of his mouth stopped when he once again reached her engorged clit. He continued driving his finger in and out of her ass, but was prepared to remove it once the lady started cumming, and he knew that would be momentarily. 

Jerome was enjoying what was happening too. He was aware the lady's wild thrashing on the bed under him was caused mainly by what Willie was doing, but he also knew he would do just as much as the new man to bring her to repeated orgasms after the one that he knew was about to start. He continued sucking her breasts and licking her nipples, relishing the soft plumpness of the former and the tiny erect ridges of the latter. 

To Courtney, her arousal was so high it felt as if it were in the Stratosphere. "Suck my clit, Willie," she pleaded. "And keep fucking my ass! Make me cum!" 

He knew it was time too, so he moved his face slightly and his mouth enveloped the swollen pink pearl. With his lips forming a seal, he sucked, while his agile tongue caressed the sides and top. Willie continued his ministrations for less than a minute, until the lady uttered a howl of ecstasy as she started to climax. Knowing his mistress liked to be able to move freely while in the throes of cumming, Jerome moved away and lay on his side to watch the erotic sight. 

Her legs clamped onto the sides of Willie's head and her hands went to the back to press his face into her pussy. Nobody had ever tried to remove his mouth from her clit while she was cumming, but Courtney always clutches a man with her hands and legs at times like that. She continued fucking up into his face while her legs thrust out and back over his shoulders and swung from side to side. Willie clung to her thighs, keeping his mouth clamped over her clit while he enjoyed the wild ride and kept sucking and licking. 

When she climaxed, all of Courtney's muscles clenched simultaneously, and she rammed her pussy into Willie's face for an ultimate time. After her orgasm, she sagged back onto the bed, a happy smile on her face and her eyes shut. It had been great, but it would not be enough to satisfy her until she had cum at least two more times.

Her legs were still draped over Willie's shoulders, and he crawled out from under them and pressed his face to her pussy so he could relish all the fresh nectar that had just been produced. He licked it from her thighs, crotch and lips, but left the freshest juices in the beautiful pink hole that had secreted them. From what Jerome had told him earlier, he knew she would want to fuck after cumming the first time, and they would be needed for the natural lubrication they would provide. 

Courtney lay quietly for a few minutes, resting and catching her breath. When she was ready, she opened her eyes and smiled at the two studs in her bed. "That was great, you guys. Which one of you wants to fuck my ass now? Who wants to fuck my pussy, cuz I want a guy in each hole?" She was looking at Jerome when she spoke and, when he chose her ass, she got up and told Willie to lie down where she had been. 

Looking at the young man lying on his back with his cock sticking straight up like some kind of black Washington Monument, Courtney almost drooled. She knew his tool would feel as good as his mouth had, but in a different way, and her pussy started lubricating even more at the sight and the thought. "Put on a condom, Jerome, and get out the Aqualube," she directed her other stud, as she straddled Willie's legs and prepared to get her pussy crammed. 

There was no fear of AIDS or any STD's, because the men who worked for her had undergone a careful medical examination, and she knew they were clean. She was also not concerned about becoming pregnant, because her tubes had been tied long ago. Courtney preferred a bare cock in her pussy, because she liked to lick off all the semen after the man climaxed, followed by sucking him off, and had no objection to the taste of her own juices mixed with the man's cum. However, she would not take a cock into her mouth straight from her ass, and always insisted the man had to first remove the condom. 

Willie looked up at the big-breasted white woman who was about to take his cock into her pussy and smiled at the thought. She was kneeling over him, and her juices were so plentiful they were actually running down her legs or dripping onto the head of his cock. She gently held his shaft with one hand and rubbed the tip against her pussy to spread her wetness. When they were both ready, he held his cock upright while she slowly lowered her body and prepared to envelop it. 

When Courtney felt the head against her pussy lips, she reached down and spread them so the tip of Willie's cock was right at the soft, pink edges of the hole where it was wanted so much. When she lowered her body again, the head wedged into her pussy, sending thrills rippling through her body and evoking a sigh of bliss. She stayed in that position for a few seconds before lowering herself again, and enveloping another inch and reveling in how great it felt as the hard, thick cylinder stretched her open.  

It felt great to Willie too, because the well-trained muscles inside his employer's pussy were already massaging his cock and, as she moved her body lower, even more of his hard shaft was being pleasured. Three more times she took his cock more deeply into her pussy until almost the entire length was buried and he and the woman above him were already on their way to ecstasy. 

Courtney wasn't through, and she looked over her shoulder to see how her other stud was doing. Jerome had his huge cock encased in latex and the open bottle of lubricant was in his hand. She leaned forward and stretched her body out on top of Willie and reached back to spread her ass cheeks so he could put the Aqualube to use. The first thrill was when she felt the gush of the cool, oily liquid into her ass, and this was followed by Jerome inserting his finger and spreading it around. Both intrusions felt wonderful, but she knew they were nothing compared to the sensations she would get when he plunged his cock even more deeply into the same eager hole. 

That started happening a few seconds later, and she knew he had used the time to cover his cock in the lubricant. Courtney felt a thumb and index finger prying apart the edges of her ass, followed by the hard, blunt feel that she knew was the tip of Jerome's cock. That stayed pressed against the small hole she and he were holding open, before it squeezed between the pink sides. A bolt of sheer pleasure shot out from where the penetration had occurred and she moaned in bliss. 

Jerome had fucked the lady in her ass often enough to know her sound was of pleasure, not pain, and he only hesitated briefly before thrusting forward again and driving almost an inch of his shaft into the welcoming hole. She moaned again, and her body started writhing between him and Willie. Enough of his cock was inside her ass that he no longer needed to guide it, so Jerome placed his hands of his mistress's sides and pulled back when he drove his cock forward again. Two more inches of the hard thick black cylinder burrowed into the delightful pink channel, and he sighed at the ripples of pleasure that were flooding his body from her muscles caressing his cock. 

With a few more thrusts like that, his entire shaft was wedged inside her ass, and he moved his hands to her shoulders as he lay on top of her, waiting for the signal to start slowly fucking her. He had instructed Willie in what their employer liked, and he expected them to give her a great time and have a lot of fun themselves. Her ass was tight, especially because her pussy was equally stuffed, but he knew the lubrication would allow him to drive his cock in and out with no friction, just a great feel of being massaged by the highly talented muscles in her rear channel. 

Courtney didn't want to start fucking right away. She preferred lying quietly and letting the waves of joy wash over her body from where two of her pleasure holes were so delightfully filled. After a few minutes, knowing that having them going in and out of her was even more fun, she told the two men what she wanted. 




(Courtney) Love Story



Disclaimer: It's fiction, people. Enjoy.

I was not nervous, nor apprehensive - matter of fact, all I felt right then was an intense inner excitement of what could, might, would happen over the next hour. At first, when she'd actually replied to my response to her poorly-written ad on a big-time e-dating site, I was pretty dumbfounded. It had taken a lot of work, and utilizing all my stalking skills to actually locate the already-removed ad in the first place, but in the magical cyber world, she'd seen my post to her ad. I'd had several days now, to get a grip about the fact that she'd agreed, eagerly even, to come out and meet me. 

I had linked her to one of my online hookup profiles, where I'd been evaluated as "the last man on earth", according to my lengthy answers to a personality/sexuality test. That must have been the kicker for her, that and possibly the fact that in my ad there, I was clearly seeking MEN. I wasn't sure really of the exact thing that grabbed her, maybe it was nothing more than a real desperation to connect with someone. And despite the fact that she'd traveled the world a hundred times over, I knew that I was like no one she'd known. She must've gotten that idea too, why else would she fly 2000 miles to have dinner with a virtual stranger?

The next thing I knew, I was walking past the guest services desk at the Ritz-Carlton, stepping onto an elevator en route to the suite she'd said she'd be in on the fourth floor. I had a bouquet of dark purple tulips clenched in my fist, not thinking of how very cliché it might be to her - getting flowers. But now, here in front of the door, I was flooded with a definite feeling of awkwardness. What the hell am I doing? Mainly I was thinking this, because I'm just not into women. But I still harbored a core belief, or maybe just a fantasy, that she was probably enough of a man for me, even when she'd worn those Versace gowns on the Golden Globes.

She was waiting. I felt her right on the other side of the thick door, even though she waited two minutes after I knocked before she opened it. Inside, I was crazy-grinning, but I managed a cool expression as I attempted a humble nod and held the flowers out to her. "Hi. How are you?" I heard myself speak and was immediately wishing I'd said one of my many practiced greetings...but none of them had come to me when I was face to face with her.

"You're shorter than I thought. Come in." 

She stepped back from the doorway and let me enter. I might have felt an unexpected shyness, but she certainly didn't.

"So where is this place you're taking me again? The food better not suck or I'll sue their fucking asses. On second though, fuck that. Fuck dinner - take me to a club, Curt."

She cracked a strange smile then, I watched her face as she said mostly to herself now, "God that sounds weird, saying that." I was pretty sure she meant the name. She hadn't taken the flowers from me; I set them down on a long table that was near the door, and pulled myself together enough to attempt initiating conversation. 

"We can do that. I'll take you to an awesome place. But first, I just have to let you know that, I'm really, really glad you came out here. Thank you, again...maybe I'm not your ideal match, but I promise you a night you won't forget. I mean that in a good way, Courtney."

She had a cigarette between her lips and waited for me to dig my lighter out. An open bottle of Maker's Mark was on the table where I'd laid the flowers down, and after I lit her smoke she grabbed the bottle and took a decent swig straight from it. Her hair was smooth, recently brushed and shiny straight - not the tousled mess she donned in so many of her punkish videos. Her makeup was heavy though, thick lines of black on her lower and upper eyelids, and enough concealer under them that it was evident she was trying to cover dark circles. Her lipstick was a classic blood-red, just as thick as her eyeliner. She almost looked like a drag queen, which was actually very appealing to me. I knew without the heels she was 5'8", and she surpassed me with her heels by a good 2 inches. She lowered the bottle and grinned a little, and said "Well fuck, Curt, you're probably my last option as far as meeting someone compatible. That's gotta make you feel pretty fucked up, knowing that you fall into the 'less than 2%'. Aren't you gonna try to fuck me?"

Shit! She didn't waste any time, did she. I had tried to prepare myself, figuring that I'd be meeting someone who was probably a good deal more outspoken and blunt than myself, which was something I'd had very little exposure to. In any given situation that involved the possibility of sex, it was me who said and did the bold or unexpected. Being on the other side of this now, I asked myself if I should be honest, or try to remain cool and pretend that fucking her wasn't the first thing on my agenda.

I stepped up to her then, and took ahold of her wrist. Close enough in her face to kiss her, I said, "Oh, you're damn straight, I'm going to. I was just doing my best to be a gentleman until you got comfortable with me. I'm guessing, you're comfortable enough?"

I didn't let her answer; I pressed my mouth to her waxy red lips. My hand left her wrist and she raised her arm, grabbing onto my side. She kissed me back, too. Her too-long French manicure dug into my ribs, and her tongue licked over my teeth. It was a kiss hot enough to make me feel an instant wetness under my arms, a bead of sweat dripping down either side of me. For someone not into girls, I was impossibly hard for her. The taste of the expensive liquor in her mouth had a hot tang to it. I wondered if she was buzzed, or if she sincerely wanted me to fuck her. I was going to find out.

I pulled away, out of the hot kiss and she let me push her backwards, stepping a few feet back to the huge bed that was in the center of the room. I right away began to undo her top, it had some sort of weird latch in the back at the nape of her neck. As I fumbled she said, "What the fuck buddy, this top is a fucking Gucci, don't fuck it up." 

She went with me as I leaned into her more, pushing her down onto the bed. "Fuck that, fuck your Gucci...buy a new one." My thigh slid up and between her open legs, and I kissed her hard again. In all of my notions in the past, picturing how I'd behave if ever so lucky to be in close proximity with her, this was not what I'd planned. But it was either what she's expected, or what she wanted, because she went right along with me, yanking her skirt up and showing me that she had nothing on underneath it. Perfect Courtney MO, certainly. She grabbed onto my ass with one hand, and humped herself against my thigh. She squeezed my leg tightly between hers. The heat was astounding. My mouth ventured to her neck, that she stretched out and offered to me readily, and I bit at her there. Tiny nips not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to make her growl out several fucks...and grind harder against me.

Her hand slid inside the back of my pants, and she raked her nails over my skin there. Right then, she decided to demonstrate her actual strength, and used her other arm to push me off of her, and hold me against the plush bed one-handed. She fiddled with my fly saying, "I hope you aren't full of shit, like every other guy. I hope that you have the fucking ability to fuck this bitch right, and that maybe you're not just a pussy-boy faggot after all." 

"Oh, I'm a 'pussy boy faggot', you'd better believe it--but it's not going to stop me from fucking your nasty gash wide open with my faggot cock."

She purred in a rabid way as my teeth closed on her collarbone, while my thigh remained locked between hers. I'd seemed to strike a nerve with my retort, and I wouldn't expect any different. She liked the filthy fucktalk, and she took it as well as she dished it out. This was a plus for us both; every time she grunted out some dirty demeaning statement my dick got even harder. And every time I returned an equally rude remark, she humped her wet slit over my thigh. It left a trail where she rubbed, a slick patch of her own fucklube and it seeped through the cloth of my slacks straight away. It was time to get out of my clothes now, for sure.

I rose up onto my knees and looked down into her face as I undid my fly. My dick throbbed as she licked the corner of her mouth, watching intently as I pushed my pants and boxers over my hips. I stood and stepped quickly out of my clothes, but before I was able to come back down on top of the sexy-lewd half-naked hell cat on the bed, she'd sat up and had my cock in a choke hold in her fist. "Heh, it doesn't look gay," she sneered as she again licked her lips. "Looks like a dick that wants some pussy, to me."

"Just yours, now suck it baby." I surprised myself with this weird arrogant tone that was present in my voice, and the automatic idea that it was common as anything to refer to Miz Courtney as 'baby'. She didn't protest, with my choice of words or with my request. Her fat lips parted and she sucked my meat into her mouth without missing a beat. Her teeth scraped against the upside of my shaft, and I twitched at the sensation of their sharpness on my skin. As if I'd done this with her a thousand times before, I cupped my hand to the back of her head and tangled my fingers into the bleached mane, and pulled her head against my pelvis. Initially she tried to jerk back and away, and I heard a gurgle of disagreement beyond the spot where my cock head had planted itself in the back of her mouth. She changed her mind, however, and squeezed the base of my dick harder than ever, each finger wrapping around making temporary red marks in a primal fuck design. I held on hard and thrust in and out of her mouth, unable to keep from staring down at my slimy meat disappearing and reappearing from between her lips. Damn, she could suck a cock...not just suck a cock, but DAMN, as good as any man I'd had. I wanted her worse now than I could recall in any of my fantasies. I managed to grunt out a primitive sounding "Let's fuck...wanna fuck you now."

I released her hair and she pulled back away from me, looking up with clouded eyes and a victorious smirk. One that said "I can turn a faggot straight". Her lipstick was smeared in both corners of her mouth, and her heavy eye makeup looked even heavier now as it started to smudge. She looked like a healthy corpse. I was smitten, in the least. She stood up and gave me a shove, sending me down onto the warm place on the mattress where her ass had just been. "Lay back, Curt", she ordered. At this point, I saw what was coming. She was going to top me, ride my dick and make me come without me working up a sweat! Part of me loved this idea, but at the same time, I wanted to nail this bitch and show my dominance. My dominance? Ha, that was beginning to be questionable...

During my thoughts and visions of what was about to materialize, the sexy rock chick had stepped over to the other side of the bed. She turned her back to me, and I craned my neck towards her to see what she was doing. I watched as she stepped into a harness, first one leg, then the other, and pulled it up and over her round ass. She fiddled with a buckle on the side and cinched it tight. The excess leather strap hung at her hip like a whip. Then she turned around.

My eyes got big as I took it all in, she had put on a strap-on cock! A large black ballsy cock, that she now squeezed and stroked just as she had to mine minutes ago. I can't say why I'd never even envisioned this before; you'd think it would be automatic to a guy who bottoms just as much as he tops. For whatever reason though, I had not. And seeing her this way was just about the hottest thing ev-ar. She smiled, showing no teeth but making that mouth look even longer than it was...I caught a shimmer of evil in her eye, and more so now, I was horned-up like never before. In her other hand she had a tube of lube, and I looked on as she squirted it along the length of the silicone cock. She over did it; a lot of it slid right off onto the plush carpet. She stroked that cock up and down, completely covering it with the lube. I hadn't said a word, but my legs had spread wide, and I held my breath in anticipation of her next move.

"You wanna fuck now? Ya, looks like you do, too...like, you wanna get fucked, more like it. Turn over, I want to fuck you face-down. I'm gonna fuck you like a man, and make you really feel it."

My dick was painfully hard, and I rolled over onto my belly but had to get up on my knees...I had to jack my cock and relieve the pressure that swelled in my nuts. I felt the coldness of her wet hand in the crack of my ass, and then without any warning, at least two of her fingers were jammed into my ass, right past that ring of muscle, deep. I almost came on the spot; I had to stop jackin' or I would've. I wanted to wait until something more substantial was in my ass. She fucked her fingers roughly in and out, her nails sticking me like broken glass...I was buzzing with the sex currant that this connection produced. Plug me in, baby...She pulled her fingers out and gave my nuts a smack as they hung between my wide-spread thighs. Oh, I was ready...so ready. "Come on...Fuck me. Don't fuck around, give it here." I was wiggling my ass back into her, and she drew back and slammed her open hand down on my ass cheek. I was surprised, but didn't wince. "I mean it, fuck me now before I lose it."

I'm sure it sounded funny to her, the way I half-begged, half-demanded, but she didn't laugh out loud. Instead, she pressed that hard black silicone onto my hole, and did not pause once as it started to sink inside me. I felt myself open up wide as she moved inside, and its girth burned me. A good burn-the kind of burn that makes a guy snort and blather incoherent things...Her hands were on my hips, and those jagged-feeling nails bit into my skin. I felt her pelvis rest against my ass and knew she had it buried deep. I gripped my hard on even tighter, and pulled it, squeezing pre cum up my shaft and onto the sheets. I panted now, before she even started banging, rasping "Ya, fuck me...fuck me". Pulling back and then ramming it home, I was sure that this wasn't the first time she'd done this. She bucked into me hard, filling my ass all the way with that fierce dildo, and I couldn't keep from grunting out 'ya, ya...yaaa' every time she bottomed out. I jacked violently, and could feel the surge begin in my belly...her hard rubber balls smacked against mine and she rode my ass like she...like she was really feeling me gripping that dick with my ass muscles. It couldn't have been more than five minutes-well, that's probably a stretch, even-before I blew my wad onto those 300 threat count luxury sheets. She seemed to feel me come, too...as I did, she jammed it as deep as she could manage and held still while I fucked my fist, my pulsing dick spitting out what felt like a quart of cum. For a moment, it felt like every molecule of life in me had been ejected out my dick hole. Momentarily paralyzed from my orgasm, I went down on my belly, right on top of that pool of fresh cum. I couldn't have cared less.

I know that something more happened, but I couldn't tell you what. The next thing I could recall with any clarity was being in the back seat of a cab, heading in the direction of my house. My clothes were wrinkled and I had a cigarette burn on my arm. The smell of fuck and pussy and ass was imbedded in my nostrils, and I wondered if the driver could smell it as well. I tasted a faint metallic flavor in my mouth, and touched a finger to my bottom lip. It was swollen and split but the blood was dried. Maybe some day it will all come back to me, the other events of that day...but I know I remember the best part of all. Who really cares about the rest?



Courtney: Mrs. Blane Seduced



A few weekends after our little vacation to the North Georgia Mountains, Courtney and I were sitting the couch drinking a few beers and discussing just about everything. It was pretty late at night (or should I say very early in the morning) when we began once again talking about the birthday surprise she gave me. This time, however, our conversation wasn’t so much about the fantastic sex, but rather dove deeper into the actual situation.

“It’s really not that big a deal,” Courtney explained after taking a big swig of her beer. “Most girls I know have had a one-on-one with another girl. Those who haven’t, well, I guarantee have thought about it.”

I was a little surprised by this fact of hers. “Are you sure?”

“I’m willing to bet that most of the girls in this World have at least thought about it once in their life time. Those who haven’t are either nuns, too young, or would seriously consider the possibilities if the subject ever came up.

“In addition, “ she continued, “most women would agree that they, too, would rather see two women together than two guys together.”

I was dumbfounded…not to mention more than a little turned on. Like most red-blooded males, the thought of two women together is the ultimate fantasy. This would probably explain how Courtney knew I would be a willing participant in the hot tub party she had coordinated up at the cabin not too long ago.

* * * * * *

That Sunday afternoon found me and my neighbor downing ice-cold Miller Lites and spicy-hot chicken wings at a local sports bar. Dan Blane has been a great friend of mine for several years, and we enjoyed getting away from the stresses of life by visiting our local watering hole, shooting pool, watching sports and talking about chicks…what most guys do to relax.

Eventually I shared with him the interesting facts Courtney had shared with me. His eyes grew wide when I mentioned the part about most seriously considering the possibilities if the subject was ever discussed.

Dan’s wife, Dana, was about as straight-laced as they come. Brought up in a good home and taught the values of wholesome Southern ladies, she would shutter when she heard a cuss word, silently degrade women wearing revealing clothes, and frowned heavily upon anything even remotely violent…boxing and hockey would never be viewed on their television.

“Sorry Bill,” Dan jumped in, “but I am going to have to disagree with Courtney’s facts. You know my wife as well as anyone, and she would never even think about being with another woman. As much as it would turn me on to think it were possible, I would have to say it will never happen.”

* * * * * *

Over dinner that evening I told Courtney about Dan’s remarks.

“That doesn’t surprise me at all, “ she said. “Not every girl will just talk about it with their husband, or even confess to ‘improper’ thoughts.”

“C’mon Courtney, you know how Dana is – she’s more pure than the finest wine.”

“I’ll give you that. She does act and talk like a lady. But, she is a woman, she is human, and she has wants, needs, and fantasies like all the rest of us – they just may be a little better hidden or just a little deeper to reach.”

“The girl sticks her nose in the air towards women wearing low-cut sweaters or Daisy-Duke shorts, “ I rebutted.

“Trust me, Bill. I guarantee she has had at least once thought about being with another woman. In fact, I am so sure, I am willing to put a little wager on it.”

“And how do you plan on finding this information out, Miss Smarty-Pants?”

Courtney thought for a second then replied, “Simple – I’ll have her over for a little afternoon chat with coffee and snacks and I will force the truth out of her.”

“Oh, Courtney…I gotta see this for myself.”

“You can,” she replied, looking over my shoulder.

I turned away from the kitchen table and followed Courtney’s stare to the slatted, folding doors leading to the little room with the washer and dryer. I stood and walked towards the doors, pulled them open, climbed up on the dryer and shut the doors in front of me. Through the slats I could easily view the table where Courtney was seated with her infamous devilish grin. It was a little warm and cramped, but it would be worth it to witness the confession.

I pushed open the doors. “You’re on!”

Later that evening we worked out all the details. I checked my schedule to make sure I was off, and Courtney called Dana and invited her over for that Tuesday afternoon. I was extremely excited from the thought of listening in on two women as they chatted about their sex lives, and even more so at the thought of hearing a pure, sweet, innocent belle like Dana declare she had in fact had lurid thoughts of being with another woman.

* * * * * *

Tuesday finally came. I carefully draped towels across the washer and dryer to avoid any loud bumps, and threw on just a pair of shorts so I would be as cool as possible. Courtney laughed at my giddiness – I was jumping around and chattering like a little kid on Christmas Eve. When the doorbell rang, I took my place atop the dryer and closed the doors.

I was excited when I heard their muffles voices as they stood in the living room talking for a few minutes, but my heart began racing when they finally entered the kitchen. I peered from my perch through the slats as they sat down at the table.

Courtney, as always, looked ravishing. Dirty-blonde hair cascading onto her shoulders, a thin cotton light-purple blouse buttoned modestly to her neck, her young, firm, braless tits swaying gently beneath as she moved, the dark areas of her nipples faintly showing through when the light hit her chest just right, and a matching purple skirt that came to just above her knees – not too short as to offend Mrs. Dana “Purity” Blane.

Dana, as well, looked quite edible this afternoon. Long brown hair splashed over her shoulders and half-way down her back, a yellow cotton top trimmed in white accented her tan, and fit, quite surprisingly, snuggly against the curves of her breasts and waist, and a thin yellow and white sundress that hung just below her knees. Seated at the kitchen table together, they looked like an ad right out of the Spring catalog for women’s fashions.

After what seemed like an eternity of idle chit-chat, Courtney finally blurted out, “Have you ever been attracted to another woman?”

Dana appeared shocked by Courtney’s straight forward question. Her head cocked back and one eyebrow twitched as she stared back at Courtney without responding.

‘She’ll never confess to anything like this,’ I thought to myself.

Courtney must have sensed the sudden tension in the room. “Seriously, Dana, just between you and me, just between us two girls who have been good friends for the past few months now, have you ever been attracted to another woman?”

“No way!” Dana’s matter-of-fact response came as no surprise to me.

“Honestly,” Courtney continued, “you’ve never, not once, thought about what another woman’s lips would feel like? What it would be like to hold another woman? How another woman’s skin felt or what it would feel like to be touched by another woman?”

Dana didn’t respond…her stare now focused on her coffee…but you could tell her mind was elsewhere.

Courtney softly laid her hand on Dana’s forearm. “Have you ever wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman?”

I think I was more shocked than Dana now. I saw it in Courtney’s eyes – she was no longer just going for a verbal confession…she was going for physical proof.

Dana looked silently back at Courtney…my heart was racing, my forehead was sweating…and the two slowly leaned forward, paused for a split second, then continued until their lips met in a soft, sweet, gentle kiss.

Suddenly Dana broke the kiss and jumped from her chair, steadying herself against the table. “My God! What have I just done?” Her cry was a mix of horror and disbelief. “I can’t believe I just did that! Oh my god…oh my god…,” as she tried to catch her breath.

My eyes turned to Courtney, now leaning back in her seat. Her heavy breathing had her breasts rising and falling beneath her blouse…her excitement underscored by her erect nipples pressing through the sheer top. I knew she wouldn’t give up now.

“Listen, Dana, you didn’t do anything wrong – you simply responded to your desires.”

“But it just isn’t right,” Dana sobbed.

“Why not? Who says it’s not right?”

“It just isn’t.”

Courtney thought for a moment, planning her strategy. “Did it feel good?”

Dana didn’t respond, she just kept staring down at the floor.

Courtney repeated herself, but this time in a softer, more soothing voice. “Dana, did it feel good?”

A few moments of silence passed before a barely audible whisper slipped from Dana’s lips, “Yes.”

I almost fell off the dryer! The tides were churning…as was the piece of meat beneath my shorts.

“I knew it would,” Courtney said proudly.

Dana now looked back at Courtney, still almost whispering, “How did you know I’d like it?”

“I’ve seen you staring at me before. At parties, at the pool, when we run into each other outside or at the store.”

“I was probably just checking out what you were wearing,” Dana quickly replied, almost defensively.

“Were you? Or were you looking at more?”

Dana’s eyes again dropped to the floor. “It’s just not right.”

“Yes, Dana, it is right,” Courtney persisted. “I am extremely proud of my body, and your glances and stares are, to me, unspoken compliments. Your silent approval means more to me than some guy whistling at me.”

Dana still stared at the floor, but her defensive walls were crashing all around her.

Courtney continued, “Now that you know I’m OK with it, just tell me what you’ve been thinking.”

Dana’s face blushed a bright red, her fingers fiddled with the creases in her dress, but she mustered the courage and softly mumbled, “I think you have a beautiful body, Courtney. Your boobs look so perfectly round…I guess…I mean…well, a couple times I wondered what they might look like without any clothes on.”

“Well thank you, Dana. I am flattered.”

My legs were cramping, my cock was sticking straight down one leg of my shorts, and I was sweating profusely…but there was no place I would rather be.

Courtney once again shocked me as I watched her unbutton her blouse about half way. Dana hadn’t noticed – she was still staring at her feet. “Dana, “ Courtney continued, “if you want to see them naked, do something about it.”

Dana giggled nervously. “No…no, I couldn’t. Besides, I wouldn’t know what to do.”

“There’s no script you’re supposed to follow – you just do what you feel like doing. I find you extremely attractive as well, Dana. That’s why I brought up this conversation. I know how you’ve been brought up…I know your beliefs…but I figured I had to do what I had to do. If you turned away and shunned me, well, my loss. But if you didn’t…if you don’t…then we both win.”

Dana was once again looking at Courtney, listening intently to every word. She stole glances at the slight opening now offered by Courtney’s blouse…the soft rise of her breasts…the inviting cleavage.

Several moments of silence passed…the two just staring at each other, reading each other’s eyes.

I held my breath…

Suddenly Dana moved towards Courtney, bending forward and taking Courtney’s face in her hands. One last deep stare, and their lips touched once again. This time, however, it wasn’t a soft sweet kiss. Their twisting heads and moving jaws let me know their tongues were dancing…tasting each other…exploring each other’s mouths. Dana’s hands slid from Courtney’s face, down along her neck, paused briefly, then continued downwards. She gently grasped the center hem of Courtney’s blouse and pulled it open, exposing Courtney’s beautiful breasts.

I sat crunched up in the laundry closet, peering keenly through the tiny slats, gently caressing the solid bulge in my shorts, and admiring the view of Courtney’s wonderful tits. After all these months with her, just seeing them in all their glory still drove me wild. So firm…so round…so smooth…capped with perfect, stiff nipples.

Dana pulled away from her kiss with Courtney…slowly this time…and dropped her eyes to Courtney’s chest. Her left hand, quivering slightly from shaken nerves, gradually reached towards one of the exposed globes…cupping it gently with a light squeeze.

A soft moan slipped from Courtney’s lips as she arched her back, pressing her breast against Dana’s palm.

Dana was completely engulfed in her new-found sensations…her finger tips exploring every curve, outlining Courtney’s aureole, brushing across the stiff nub.

“Kiss it,” Courtney offered, her voice cracking in anticipation.

Dana looked at Courtney, then back down at the breast she held in her hand…paused…then cautiously bent forward. Her soft red lips parted…her eyes closed…and she took the taut nub into her mouth.

Courtney squirmed in her seat, fingers grasping the edge of the table, and head thrown back. Her other hand rubbed up and down along Dana’s back, then cradled her head and pulled Dana’s face firmly against her chest.

Dana continued her assault on Courtney’s tit – squeezing the soft mound…tongue darting in and out, tracing circles around the tender aureole…her teeth gently tugging on the engorged nipple.

Courtney’s hand slid down Dana’s back once again, grasping the hem of the yellow top. She slowly pulled it up across Dana’s back until it bunched around her shoulders. Dana’s tanned skin, shiny from a hint of perspiration, seemed even darker against the clean, bright white of her bra. The cotton straps stretched across her sides and opened into large triangular pieces that cupped medium-sized breasts, swaying gently with her movements. Courtney’s hand traced across Dana’s back and down her side, reaching beneath and cupping one of the encased orbs.

Dana quickly straightened up – shocked from this initial touch – and stood with her back to Courtney. Her top remained all bunched up above her breasts, but her arms quickly crossed in front of them. 

Sensing the sudden hesitation, Courtney quickly responded by standing up and walking around in front of Dana. “Do you really want to stop now?”

Dana’s head hung in self-shame. “No,” was her whispered response.

Courtney grabbed the bunched top and Dana’s arms instinctively raised, allowing her to pull it up and off. She then took the tiny front clasp of Dana’s bra and unhooked it, brushing the straps off Dana’s shoulders and letting the modest garment fall to the floor. Courtney’s hand’s reached up and cupped Dana’s breasts…gently lifting and pushing them together. Dana’s eyes closed and her head dropped back as a silent sigh escaped from her throat. She leaned back, resting her ass on the edge of the kitchen table. Her arms reached back for support as she offered her naked breasts to another woman for the first time. Courtney accepted the offer with a barrage of butterfly kisses across Dana’s mounds and gently pinching her nipples between her fingers and thumbs.

Another moan, this time louder, came from Dana as she experienced a woman’s mouth on her sensitive nipples.

Courtney allowed her hands to slide downwards until her fingers reached the waistband of Dana’s flimsy yellow sundress. She carefully began to slide it down over Dana’s hips, as if expecting Dana to resist at any second. But, instead, Dana lifted herself from the table to allow the dress to release across her bottom and down her thighs. Modest white panties were all that remained. She sat back on the very edge of the table…eyes still closed…head still back.

Courtney crouched between Dana’s slightly parted legs and tenderly brushed her nose upwards across the exposed crotch. Dana’s body quivered with excitement. Courtney began tracing her tongue up and down against the ever-growing wet spot between Dana’s thighs…a little more pressure near the top sending shock waves through Dana’s body.

Courtney knew Dana was hers. She slid Dana’s dress down and off, tossing it across the back of one of the chairs, then slipped her fingers into the waistband of Dana’s panties. Dana again lifted herself off the table allowing the final piece of clothing to be pried from her body…slowly down along her thighs…below her knees…and off.

I was mesmerized. Huddled in my little hide-away, drenched in sweat and softly stroking my cock through my shorts, I relished the sight before me. Dana’s body, usually hidden beneath flowing dresses and over-sized sweaters, was a remarkable sculptured form. Beautiful, soft breasts set proudly upon her chest…a mere hint of tan lines…large, light-pink aureoles…sweet little nipples, taught as can be…smooth curves for her waist…nice flat stomach…a neatly trimmed patch of dark curly hair perched atop the beginning swells of her pussy…a curvaceous, little ass…long, slender thighs…shapely calves…and dainty little feet. 

I could tell Courtney was impressed as well. She brought her hand up between Dana’s thighs, cupping the moistened mound. I couldn’t see exactly what was going on down there, but Dana’s trembling body convinced me that Courtney’s fingers were working their magic on the tender folds.

Amidst the rattling coffee cups, the squeaking table, and Dana’s moans of pleasure, I managed to quietly undo my shorts and free my throbbing monster. I grasped it in my sweaty palm began giving it the full attention it so desperately needed.

As Dana began squirming her hips, devouring Courtney’s probing fingers with her swollen pussy lips, her balance on the edge of the table became clearly unsteady…occasionally slipping right off the end. Courtney ceased her assault and withdrew her fingers from Dana’s sopping hole. Dana opened her eyes and looked at Courtney in disbelief and disappointment, but Courtney soothed Dana’s worries as she lifted her honey-covered fingers to her own mouth and sucked the juices right off. “Mmmmmmm…so good.”

Dana was clearly shocked – eyes wide and mouth agape. 

Courtney reached down and grabbed the hem of her own skirt, bunching it up around her waist. Her lavender panties had a prominent dark purple spot running down along the crotch. She bravely asked, “Care for a taste?”

My heart was racing…I stroked a little faster.

Dana just stood there for a few seconds…hesitant…pondering the situation and weighing her options. Courtney just stood fast…legs slightly parted…waiting. Finally, Dana reached out with one shaky hand. Her fingers cautiously slid down along Courtney’s stomach and disappeared beneath her panties, diving between the moistened folds I so often enjoy. Courtney’s knees began to shiver from the touch. Dana lubed a finger well then withdrew her hand from Courtney’s panties. She stared at her dripping finger, glistening from the sun light through the window, then took it in her mouth. Courtney squealed with delight.

“Yummmm, “ Dana whispered seductively. “Much better than cum.”

Again, I almost dropped from me perch. Never in a million years would I have ever thought I would hear the word ‘cum’ from the mouth of sweet Mrs. Blane.

Courtney, obviously aware of the new heights they had reached, scurried to the edge of the table and with one mighty swipe sent all that was set crashing to the kitchen floor. Coffee splashing…cups and plates shattering…various fruits bouncing and rolling. “Get on the table,” she ordered.

Dana’s hands covered her mouth as she laughed excitedly at the sudden commotion. She looked and Courtney, then obediently climbed on.

I had fully expected her to lie on her back, but instead she positioned herself on her knees and elbows – facing my direction with her ass hiked high in Courtney’s face. Courtney smiled ear to ear – her eyes twinkling with delight as she gazed at the forbidden treasure presented before her. She knew that my friend Dan had been the only other person to view Dana this way.




Courtney: Mrs. Blane Seduced



“Ohhh, Dana, “ was all Courtney could muster. With hands on Dana’s hips, she leaned in and buried her tongue into the wet, pink slit.

I felt my balls tingle and my manhood swell as I watched the feast through the slats. I suddenly noticed Courtney, while still lapping her victim, staring over Dana’s ass in my direction. She pulled away briefly and mouthed the words ‘I win’.

I literally exploded. I’m a gambling man, but this was one wager I didn’t mind losing! 



Courtney, My Daughter



Becoming older was difficult for me to deal with.

I used to be athletic when I was young. Over time I played less sports, mainly because of my busy work schedule. When I reached my mid 30's, I noticed certain changes. I wasn't as fit as I used to be, even though I tried to exercised more. When I reached my 40's, it became even more noticeable. I became older and wiser, sure. But physically I wasn't the same. Now that I'm 49, I've finally accepted things. I'm still somewhat fit, and I think I look good for my age. Once and a while, I'll see a much younger woman smiling at me, especially when I'm in a business suit. It's a common fantasy for a lot of young women.

My daughter Courtney shares many of the same traits as me. She grew up playing sports. In high school and college, she won more trophies than I ever did. Volleyball and basketball were her two favorite sports. She has the All-American look; tall, athletic, with long hair and a big smile.

For a while she considered going into the field of sports-medicine. It was her college major. But in the end, she decided to follow her heart and attend drama school. Growing up, we used to watch movies together all the time. She acted in a few high school and college plays, and it was the happiest I had ever seen her. So I understood her decision. 

By the time she was 31, she found some success as an actress. She stared in a few off-Broadway plays, and even landed a few gigs on daytime television. I was absolutely thrilled seeing her do what she loved. Every time she landed a new role, she would call me, and I could hear her excitement. Needless to say, it brought us closer together in ways I never could have imagined.

Courtney, My Daughter

The long weekend was fast approaching. Courtney and I lived several miles apart. I lived alone in a residential neighborhood, and I commuted to the city for work. Courtney had always been a city girl. She loved the bustling lifestyle of the city, and so she lived in a small studio apartment in the downtown area.

We communicated on a weekly basis, enough to know that we cared about each other, and that we were interested in each others lives. She preferred email, since she loves to text and type. But I'm old fashion, and I always preferred to hear her voice.

With our busy schedules, the only times we would see each other are during family gatherings, or long weekends if she didn't have anything already planned. During the upcoming long weekend, she made a point to sleep over at my house, which she liked to do sometimes. It was something she did only when she had an important announcement, or if she had a lot of free time. It always made me feel appreciated as a parent.

***

It was an early Saturday morning. Once I heard Courtney park in the driveway, I opened the front door. I stepped outside to greet her, and to help carry her things. She smiled once she saw me, and I smiled back. She was wearing a simple, yet fashionable outfit consisting of a tshirt, scarf, jeans, and flip flops on her feet.

"Morning dad," she said with her usual beaming smile.

"Morning. How was the drive?"

"Same old. I love the view out here."

I nodded. "So do I. It beats living in the city."

"It's not that good," she teased back.

When she opened her trunk, I helped carry her things.

"You're staying here for only the weekend right?" I asked jokingly, as I lifted her heavy luggage. "Do you have any plans to move back in here with me?"

"Only for the weekend. I like coming prepared."

I struggled carrying her luggage into my house. "I can tell."

*** COURTNEY'S BIG ANNOUNCEMENT *** 

The rest of the day was nice. We did leisurely things together. During the morning, we laid by the pool on the lounge chairs. I made us freshly squeezed juice. We talked, mostly small things. It was good to know that she was doing alright. And she was glad to know that I was also doing okay. Afternoon I grilled us some lunch. She rested after. I could tell she was tired from what must have been a hectic week. She took a nap in the late-afternoon. In the evening, I cooked us dinner and we shared a few laughs.

Once dinner was finished, I made us some coffee, and brought out dessert which I had kept in the refrigerator.

"So..." I said, after serving the food. "You usually don't sleep over unless you have something important on your mind. Mind telling me what it is?"

She smiled at me and gave a torturous long pause. "Take a guess."

"Are you moving?"

"No," she said, shaking her head.

"Are you engaged?"

"No."

"Are you pregnant?"

Courtney gave me a stern look. "No, I'm not pregnant. It's work related."

"Are you starring in your own stage show?"

"Not exactly. But close."

"You're better off just telling me," I said in defeat. "We'll be here all night if I have to guess."

Her face beamed with excitement. "I got my first part in a movie."

I was completely taken aback, and temporarily at a loss for words. She looked happy. Her eyes said it all. In all honesty, it didn't really matter to me if she was in a movie or not. I didn't care about trivial things like that. I just wanted her to be happy. She was doing what she loved, and that made me proud.

"That's wonderful," I said. "I'm so proud of you. I'm sure you'll be great."

"Can you believe it?"

"Of course I can. You're a uniquely talented young woman."

"Aren't you going to ask who's directing it?" she said.

It didn't really matter to me, but she wanted me to ask, so I did.

"Who?"

"Francesco Grainier Pierre."

I had no clue who that was. Nor did I care. If she was happy working with him, then I was happy to hear about it.

"Oh, that's interesting," I replied.

"You have no idea who he is, do you?" she asked. "Your eyes almost glazed over for a second."

"I've never heard of the man."

"He makes independent movies," Courtney explained. "His films are critically praised, and are universally beloved in the art community. I can't believe I'm actually going to be involved in an upcoming project of his. I'm so excited!"

"That's wonderful. Are you going to be the main star?"

She shook her head. "No, but that's okay. I have a moderate sized part as the co-lead, which I love. I can totally relate to the character I'm playing, besides, it's freaking Pierre's next movie. If I was in it for just two second, I would still be thrilled."

I reached out and held her hand. "Just so you know, I'm only happy because you're happy. All of this talk about being in a movie, it doesn't matter to me. As long as you're doing what you love, and your heart is in the right place, I couldn't be more proud of you."

"You're so sweet," she replied in a heartfelt manner. "I love you dad."

Courtney stood up and gave me a kiss on the forehead, and then she wrapped her arms around me, giving me a tight hug. I couldn't remember the last time she hugged me like that.

***

I searched the internet before bed, looking at the director Courtney would be working with using Wikipedia and IMDB. She was right, the man was critically acclaimed. He had written and directed a number of independent films in the past two decades. Browsing through his filmography, I noticed that some of his movies had well known actors and actresses. Some of his other movies featured lead actors which I had never heard of. For a moment, it was kind of mind boggling to think that my daughter could possibly share the screen with a big name Hollywood talent.

I continued looking through the list of recent movies he's made using Wikipedea. What eventually struck me was the amount of sexual content in his stories. Some of his movies were coming-of-age stories focused on female sexuality. Some movies were erotic thrillers. Others featured lesbian stories. The one thing they all had in common was the amount of sex.

Then I checked IMDB to see what people had to say about his films. The clear consensus was that he was a very talented film maker, with a unique style and beautiful imagery. Everyone was quick to praise his level of artistry and talent. Apparently the dialogue he writes is top notch. There were also many comments about how erotic his movies were, and how they were heart pounding at times. There was also criticisms by some women claiming the director has a tendency to over sexualize female characters to the point where it was almost degrading.

My joy and happiness for Courtney was quickly turning to nervousness and anxiety. Could my little girl do such a thing? Is there something she's not telling me? Could she possibly do a nude scene on film? Even worse, could she do a sex scene? No. It couldn't be. Not my daughter. But I had to ask. I had to be sure.

***

I made my daughter's favorite breakfast the next morning; french toast made from croissants, fruit syrup, bananas, and freshly squeezed orange juice.

She was wearing a large white tshirt and baggy pajama pants while we ate. Her long hair was an utter mess, and she sat cross legged on the chair, with her bare feet hanging out.

"This is so good," she said while chewing her food. "Seriously dad, you should open a restaurant or something."

"I like my current job."

"It pays more right?"

"Something like that," I replied. "Speaking of which, last night I stayed up late and looked up the director you'll be working with. He seems like a really talented guy."

Courtney gave me a curious look. "Yeah, he is."

"Anything you want to tell me?"

"He makes really good movies. They're a little on the adult side in terms of demographics, but I'm in that demographic now. I can make my own decisions."

"Anything else?" I asked.

Courtney shrugged. "There's going to be a lot of sex in the movie. Obviously you knew that, otherwise you wouldn't be asking me. I can see that concerned parent look on your face. You always hate it when you think I'm about to do something crazy."

"I don't think you're crazy for working with him. The critics and audience seem to think he's an amazing filmmaker."

"He is."

"I was just making sure you know what you're doing. That's all."

Courtney paused and looked at me. "Dad, if there's something else you want to ask me, then ask. It's okay. I want us to be open and honest with each other."

"Are you going to do a nude scene in the movie?" I asked bluntly.

"Promise you won't be mad?"

Right then and there, my worst fear had come true. I knew Courtney was going to do a nude scene in a movie, and there was no talking her out of it. Her mind was made, and everything was set. She's a stubborn girl who always gets her way. Maybe it's because I spoiled her growing up. Or maybe because she got that attribute from me.

"I promise. I won't be mad."

Courtney took a deep breath. "I've spoken with the director of the film, and I've already agreed to do several nude scene for him. All of them will be tasteful, I promise. Are you mad yet?"

"No," I sighed. "I'm not mad. But it's a lot for a parent to handle."

"I completely understand why you feel this way. I can understand if you're upset. But please, trust me. I think this movie is something great. It's also a major opportunity, and I firmly believe that this part could help me transition into becoming a movie actress."

"Is that what your manager says?" I asked.

"We both agreed that this would be best for my career."

"Figures."

"Are you mad?" she asked.

"No," I replied. "When were you planning on telling me?"

"I wanted to explain everything to you when the time was right. But last night, you kind of rushed things by asking me what I was doing here. When I told you I got the part in the movie, you looked so happy, and I didn't want to ruin the mood. So I was planning on telling you later today when everything got settled."

"I'm still very happy for you."

"Thanks dad," she replied. "I knew you would understand."

Courtney stood up and gave me a hug while I sat. It was the same as the night before, except this time, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, which made me slightly uncomfortable. 

"It's easy for me to forget that you're already a grown woman. You're old enough to make your own choices in life. And I respect whatever you decide."

"Thank you."

She gave me a kiss on the forehead, and another kiss on the cheek. I could tell that her kisses put syrup on my face, but I didn't mind. Her kisses felt nice. 

***

The weekend flew by like a breeze. We had so much fun together, laughing, catching up, and telling stories. It was nice to be able to spend that much time with my daughter. In a way, it made me feel young again. I think she had the same feeling too. There was a glow to her. It was nice to see. 

We had our final lunch together on a Monday afternoon. She would be leaving soon, back to the city. We washed the dishes together in our final act of bonding for the long weekend. She disappeared for a moment, and I just figured that she was going to finish packing.

She quickly came back down the stairs holding a small stack of dvds.

"There's something else I wanted to tell you," she said, in a serious tone. "I should have mentioned this early, but I guess I was too nervous."

At that point, I was afraid something was wrong. The entire weekend we spent together, there was never a sign of anything wrong. I was almost afraid to ask.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," she replied. "I'll be doing a number of sex scenes in the movie. Explicit ones."

"I kind of figured that."

"You did?"

"Yeah."

Courtney handed me the small stack of dvds. "Here, watch these later. These are some of his movies, my favorite ones anyway. Hopefully you'll get an idea of why I want to work with him so much."

"I trust your judgement Courtney. I really do. You're a small girl. And somehow, you always make the right choices in life. I've never mentioned this before, but I think you're a lot smarter than I am."

A smile grew on her face. It was the loving kind of smile. She deeply appreciated that I understood her, and her decisions in life. She gave me a suffocating hug, showing off how strong her arms were. Then she gave me a big kiss on the cheek.

"I love you dad," she whispered in my ear.

***

That night wasn't the same after she left. I felt lonely again. There was nothing good on tv. Nothing seemed interesting. Then I remembered the stack of dvds which Courtney gave me. 

'I might as well see what all the fuss is about,' I thought to myself.

The first movie I decided to watch was the erotic thriller. I've always been a fan of that genre, and it's hard to find a good movie in that category. From the start, I felt that all the hype was justified. The cinematography was gorgeous. Visually the film looked great, especially for a low budget. The dialogue was great, and so was all the acting. 

Courtney, the critics, and the audiences were right. The writer & director was a genius. I loved his work so far, and that was only 30 minutes into the movie. Then the first sex scene came. It was extremely sensual and arousing. The guy knew how to direct a scene. The nudity was very explicit, yet tastefully done. The sex looked realistic, like the actors were actually doing it. I found myself becoming aroused, yet uncomfortable at the very idea that my daughter would soon be doing scenes like that.

When the movie was over, I had come to the conclusion that I was a fan of the director. I loved what I saw. It was deeply touching, intelligent, and incredible arousing.

I had a massive hard-on from the final sex scene, and it wouldn't go away. It was easy to replay the sex scenes that I liked. Thank goodness for the invention of dvds. While sitting in my living room, I pulled the front of my sweat pants down, and I stroked myself. It was one of the perks of living alone. 

I masturbated to the stunning visuals of women having sex. I couldn't believe how great the sex looked. The thought of my daughter being in those scenes kept on creeping my in my head. I tried pushing it out, but it kept on returning to the point where I couldn't fight it anymore. I imagined seeing my daughter having sex on my large HD television. It was extremely taboo and forbidden, but maybe that's what made it such a secret thrill for me. 

I had never fantasized about my daughter before, ever. But that time was my only exception. It was a moment of weakness. It felt dirty, depraved, but surprisingly good. I had a powerful orgasm from watching the sex on screen, but my mind was thinking of my beautiful daughter. My little secret.

*** COURTNEY'S MOVIE DEBUT ***

Nearly 9 months later. Courtney and I stayed in touch like we always did, with emails and phone calls. We still saw each other when we could, but she never slept over at my house during that time. She was too busy with her career. She worked on a few small stage productions. Most of all, she spent much of her time filming her first movie. It could hear the excitement in her voice whenever she told me about it. It was obvious she was having a great time. 

When they were done filming, she assured me that the movie was good. She felt the entire cast did a great job acting, and the story really came to life.

I received a package in the mail. It was from Courtney, which was strange because she never sends me packages. If she wanted to give me something, she would just drive over to my house and give it to me.

There was a dvd, along with a handwritten letter from my daughter: 

Hey dad,

I paid extra for shipping, so I hope you received this package on either Saturday or Sunday. It's a dvd screener for the movie I'm in. I sent it through mail to avoid any awkward conversations between us. I hope you enjoy this movie for what it is, artistic expression. Please enjoy. 

Love,

Courtney : )

The express shipping worked alright, and I got the package on a Saturday afternoon. I was curious about how the movie turned out, how her acting looked, and how explicit her nude scenes were. Deep down, I was praying that she wasn't involved in any explicit sex scenes, but it was too late for that now, the movie was already made. 

I waited until night to watch it. Once I finished dinner, and it was dark, I played the movie:

It was titled The City of Ecstasy & Agony

The film began by showing the life of a mid-30's business woman named Fiona. She was played by a fairly well known actress, and I had seen a few of her other movies. 

Fiona was portrayed as having the seemingly perfect life, with money, beauty, and an abundance of friends. Her heart was broken by the man she loves. There were also sudden bumps in her career. She needed time away her from hectic life, so she got in her car and made an impromptu trip to a resort area by the beach, several hours away from her home.

That's when I saw Courtney on screen for the first time. It was surreal to see my own daughter on my large television, and in a good movie of all things. 

Courtney played a free-spirited young woman, who works at the hotel which Fiona is staying in. The two women meet while Courtney was on a break from work. They briefly talk about their lives, and it's clear that Courtney's character in the movie is an open minded free thinker. Her character is in stark contrast to the ambitious and corporate minded main character of Fiona. They got along instantly. And their characters were intrigued by one another.

In the next scene, Fiona woke up early and stood by the balcony, and she watches the sun begin to rise. She sees Courtney walking on the beach. Courtney is facing the ocean, then she removes her tshirt. Then she removes her bikini top. Then she removed her bottom. Fiona sees her bare backside.

My heart was pounding at that point.

The next scene showed Courtney's partially nude body underwater, which was difficult to see since it was still dark. The silhouette of her nude body was there, but no details. It made me uncomfortable to watch, but the imagery was beautiful, and I couldn't look away.




Courtney, My Daughter



When Courtney swam to the ocean surface, there was a glimpse of her nipple, which was pink. It was the very first time in my life that I had ever seen her nipple, and it nearly made my heart skip a beat. She swam with backstrokes, and both of her breasts were clearly showing. They were small, and perky. Her nipples were rock hard from the cold morning water. The nudity was a bit excessive in my opinion, but maybe that's because I'm her father and my judgment is skewed. It was part of the story though, since there were scenes of Fiona watching Courtney swimming.

It doesn't take a genius to figure out that this was going to be a lesbian story, with my daughter as one of the women involved. It made me nervous to watch. I considered turning it off at that point, but I didn't. I couldn't. I was curious. The fact that she was my own daughter put me a in predicament which I had never been in my entire life.

I continued watching.

Courtney got out of the water. Naked. She did full frontal nudity, and I saw everything. Her body looked fantastic. Better than I ever could have imagined. Her body was perfect. I was becoming aroused looking at her breasts, her long legs, and her trimmed pubic hairs which were soaking wet. Her entire body was dripping with water as walked onto the beach. The sun was coming up, which showed light on her figure. The camera switched angles and showed her perfect ass, which made my heart beat some more.

When she got to her towel, Courtney and Fiona made eye contact with each other. Fiona looked like someone who had just been caught committing a crime. Fiona looked embarrassed for being a voyeur. Courtney on the other hand, simply smiled. 

I stopped the dvd. How could I watch this? What was I thinking for even watching it this far? The smart thing to do was to just stop at that point. But I couldn't. I was curious. For reasons I will never understand, I wanted to keep watching, and I did.

The rest of the movie featured long dialogue scenes between Courtney and Fiona. They walked on the beach together, and they went swimming together. Their first sex scene came in the early hours of the morning. Fiona waited for Courtney at the beach. When they meet, Courtney told Fiona to remove her clothes. They both got naked on the empty beach. Then they got in the water and went skinny dipping together. It was meant to be a romantic scene, and it was. Soft music played in the background which enhanced the mood.

Both women were in the ocean water, the sun was coming up behind them, and then they kissed. I was incredibly aroused watching my daughter kiss another woman. Seeing two women kiss was always interesting, but seeing Courtney do it made it special in a strange way.

They continued kissing in the ocean, with the sun rising behind them. Their arms were wrapped around each other and the kiss became even more passionate. The next scene was in Fiona's room, and they had sex in her bed. They kissed, sucking each others nipples, and performed oral sex on each. 

Before I watched the movie, I had never seen my daughter's breasts before. Now I had seen a close up of her nipples being sucked by another woman. The scene was explicit, but brief. I considered turning off the movie, but I didn't. I couldn't.

The rest of the film was essentially a love story, with two women exploring each others body, and learning about life. It wasn't all sex. It had meaning to it, and it was artistically done. Towards the end of the movie, Fiona and Courtney met two men. I knew where it was headed. The last sex scene Courtney did was with another man. She was naked again in Fiona's hotel room, taking it from behind from a man she just met. Fiona was also in the room having sex with a different man.

The story ended with Fiona packing her things to go back to the city. The final scene between Fiona and Courtney was touching. They had genuine feelings for each other in the movie. The lesbian relationship between them was fulfilling, but they knew that anything long term was never going to work. They knew it was the end between them.

The movie was finished and my feelings couldn't have been more mixed. If Courtney wasn't in it, I would have been completely aroused, with no remorse whatsoever. But that was my daughter I just saw. I watched her in ways that no parent should ever see. I was aroused, but ashamed. I couldn't help myself. But nobody was looking. Nobody was there to judge. 

For the second time in my life, I found myself thinking dirty thoughts about my own daughter. But this time, I saw her completely naked on screen, and I saw her in several sexual positions. I went back to the scenes where she was nude, and I pleasured myself. It wasn't long before I came.

***

The next morning I felt the same sense of awkwardness. I awoke with an erection thinking about my daughter. It just happened. I masturbated thinking of her again. I wasn't proud of it, but nobody was going to find out anyway.

The same feeling of awkwardness lingered while I ate breakfast. I knew I had to call her eventually and tell her what I thought about the movie. What kind of father would I be if I didn't bother to congratulate her?

After breakfast, I sat by the dining table and called her. A part of me wished she wouldn't answer, but I knew the conversation about her sex scenes were inevitable. The phone rang a few times, and then she answered.

"Hey dad," she said. 

I could tell she just woke up.

"Morning sweetheart."

"Morning. Did you watch the movie I sent you?"

Whenever we talked on the phone, she would usually start with small talk, and then work her way up to the important things. Not this time. Today, she went straight to the issue, which meant that she was very curious as to how I would react.

"I watched it last night," I replied.

"And? What did you think?"

"It was excellent. I thought it was the director's best work to date. Everything about it was excellent."

"What about my performance?" she asked with a hint of nervousness. "Did you think I did a good job? Or did you think I was average? You can be honest with me dad."

"I thought you were the best part of the movie. I'm being 100% honest with you, I thought you were terrific and your talent never ceases to amaze me."

She breathed a sigh of relief. "Thanks dad."

"What are other people saying about it?" 

"So far the consensus has been really good. I had a lot of nice compliments from the other actors since this is my movie debut. The director gave me several compliments as well. My manager thinks this will be a breakout role for me, but that's his job to say things like that."

"Courtney, you were marvelous. Everyone seems to think so, and for good reason. You don't need to be a perfectionist all the time. Sometimes it's better to relax, slow down, and enjoy life."

"You're the best," she replied in a calmer town. "I'm glad you liked my performance."

"In all honesty, it was a lot better than I expected. I've always known how talented you are, but that was impressive. Especially for a movie debut."

"Did you like the other scenes also?" she asked in a curious tone.

I knew exactly what she meant. She wanted to know if I approved of her sex scenes. It was one thing to be the supportive father, it was something else to talk about her having sex on screen. I knew I couldn't lie to her. She could always tell whenever I was lying to her. Maybe it's a thing with women. Or maybe she knew me well enough to know when I wasn't telling the truth. So I had no choice but to be honest.

"It was interesting," I replied, picking my words carefully. "I appreciate the artistry behind it. The director wasn't going for shock value, or instant gratification. He was telling a story. It was art."

"I'm so glad you watched the movie until the end, and approved of it. I was afraid you were going to turn it off the moment I got naked."

At that point, I deeply regretted not turning it off when I had the chance. We could have avoided this awkward conversation all together. 

"It crossed my mind," I replied.

"What did?"

"Turning it off. Seeing you naked on film isn't exactly something that I should have seen."

"Then why didn't you just look away during the nude scenes?" she asked in a way that only she could.

Courtney was smart. I was at a loss for words. She was right. I could have looked away, but I didn't. I watched the entire thing, and all of her nude scenes, and she knew it.

"I was hoping to avoid this conversation," I replied truthfully.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"Courtney, I'm your father. You shouldn't be asking me questions like that."

"Sorry," she replied. "I'm glad you called me though. I'll be really busy in the next few months. We probably won't be able to spend a lot of time together. But I'm free next weekend. Do you think I can sleep over? Do you have anything else planned?"

Whenever she asked to sleep over at my house, I always felt like the luckiest father in the world. It meant that she still cared about me, and that she valued our relationship.

"I don't have anything planned," I said. "Of course I want you to sleep over. You're welcome anytime."

"Great. I'll be there Saturday morning. Make sure your refrigerator is full by the time I arrive."

I smiled to myself. "For you, always."

*** COURTNEY'S PHOTO ALBUM ***

When I was in the office, all I could think about was Courtney's upcoming visit. I knew it wasn't going to be the same as usual. I had seen her fully naked on screen. And she knew that I watched every scene. Things were going to be different, but I didn't know how.

Saturday early morning arrived. The greeting was the same as usual. I opened the front door, and we smiled at each other after she parked in the driveway. We hugged for a long moment, since we hadn't seen each other in a while, and I carried her luggage inside my house. As usual, she playfully called me a gentleman when I carried her things.

Later. It was mid-afternoon. The mood was leisurely, and we ate pastries and drank coffee in the backyard by the pool. It was a beautiful day, and the weather was nice.

"Feel like going for a swim?" she asked.

"You go ahead if you want. I need to rest."

"You're always resting these days."

"It's because I'm getting old," I replied. "Things don't work like they used to at my age."

She smiled, "Then you need more exercise. Come on dad. It'll be fun."

"I'm already having fun. Go ahead if you want. I'd prefer to just watch."

At that point, I immediately realized what I had just said. What was meant to be an innocent fatherly comment suddenly had a double meaning. She raised an eyebrow and had a faint smile on her face.

"Do you like watching?" she asked suggestively.

"You know what I meant," I replied, trying desperately to reaffirm my authority as her father. 

Courtney winked. "I know. I was just teasing. I brought you a gift. I was going to give it to you later, but since we're on the subject of watching me swim, I might as well give it to you now."

"Sure. That sounds great."

I tried to act relaxed, but I wasn't. Every reference she made to me watching her, made me uncomfortable. She knew it, and she enjoyed doing it.

We went back inside the house and she told me sit by the dining table. I did what she asked and took a seat. She went up the stairs and came back down. She was carrying a thin photo album with her. She placed the photo album on the dining table and sat next to me.

"This is for you," she said. "I know how much you prefer regular photos instead of digital ones over the internet. So I had these developed for you."

I was genuinely touched. In this day and age, the younger generation prefers sharing pictures through their phones and computers. I never liked it since it lacked the charm of a proper photograph. I had never complained to Courtney. In fact, I had only told her once that I thought photos were better than digital images, and that was a few years ago. She still remembered.

"Courtney, I can't believe you did this. I'm touched. What's in it?"

She smiled, "Well, whenever I go on trips, you always ask me to send you pictures. There was a professional photographer on set during filming, and I asked him to take extra pictures of me, and he agreed. The studio was nice enough to pay him for that."

It was a nice gesture. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she really wanted me to have it. She was very proud of the movie she had done. That moment between us was meant to be a touching movement between a father & daughter, but there was something sexual behind it.

"That's very thoughtful of you," I said once again. "These past few months I wondered why you never sent me anything. I assumed you forgot, or maybe you were too busy."

She patted me on the shoulder. "I was waiting for the right time dad. I wanted to give this to you in person. I got it in the mail just the other week."

"That explains the long delay," I said playfully.

Courtney smiled and turned her attention towards the book. "Do you want to look at it now? I can tell you the stories behind some of the photos."

"I'd like that."

She opened the book and the first picture was of her standing on the beach with her fellow actors. She had her arms around the lead character, and it was clear they had chemistry together. She told me it was her first day on set, and that she was so excited.

The next picture was of Courtney and her costars laying on the sand, wearing their swimsuits. All of them had big smiles on their faces. She told me they were taking a break in between filming.

The next picture showed Courtney on a boat. Other pictures showed Courtney jet skiing. There were big smiles on all of the pictures. She looked so happy, and so beautiful. She explained that the cast and crew would have fun on the water during their free time. 

When she turned the page once again, my heart nearly skipped a beat. It was a photograph of her standing topless on the beach. Her breasts were on full display. I also saw a picture of her swimming naked underwater. The silhouette of her nude body was clearly visible. 

"Is that when you filmed the scene in the movie?" I asked, before she could explain it to me.

"Yeah. It's from my first nude scene."

"Why is this here?" I asked, trying to be as polite as possible.

Courtney gave me a sensitive look, as if she wondered if I was upset. The look in her eyes showed that she might have regretted putting the nude pictures in the photo album.

"I kept asking myself the same question," she replied. "I've thought about it a lot. But I decided to put those pictures in because it was such an important part of my life experience. It's part of my artistic performance. So I wanted to share that with you."

"You didn't have to."

"I wanted to," she insisted. "When we talked on the phone, I knew you liked seeing me. So I decided to leave the pictures in the album. If you think I'm making a mistake, then I'm sorry. I'll take it out."

Courtney reached in to try and remove her sexual pictures from the photo album.

"No," I replied instinctively. "Leave it there. I want it."

Those words came out of my mouth without any thought. We looked at each other, and there was a brief moment of silence between us.

"I'm glad you want it."

"We shouldn't be talking like this," I replied, shaking my head. "We shouldn't even be having this conversation."

"I know. But I don't care."

"Why? You're my only daughter. Of course you should care."

"Can I ask you a personal question dad?" she said, changing the subject. "Why do you live alone? You're a great guy, you look good. But you never date anyone."

"I go on dates sometimes. I don't like to talk about it though."

"Are you single right now?"

"Yes."

"Why?" she asked. "Why do you insist on being alone."

Courtney's eyes showed genuine curiosity, and persistence. She wanted and answer, and I knew she wouldn't stop until she got it. I could tell she was asking because she was concerned about me.

I thought for a moment. "Whenever I meet a new woman, I always compare her to your mother. I know I shouldn't, but I always do. No matter how great a woman can be, she never compares to your mom. I guess that's why I'm still single."

"I think about mom a lot also," she replied. "She's an amazing woman. I understand how you feel."

"Some people are irreplaceable."

"I know."

"What about you?" I asked. "You're young, beautiful, caring, and talented beyond belief. What's your excuse for always being single."

"Honestly?"

"Yes, honestly."

"The men that I meet in the city don't measure up to you," she replied. "You're like my gold standard, which is really unfair to most guys."

I was speechless. All this time, and I never knew. How could any father be prepared to hear those words coming from their daughter?

I shook my head. "I don't know what to say Courtney."

"Can I kiss you?"

"No, we can't."

Courtney didn't care if I objected. She wrapped her soft hand around my neck and leaned forward. I could have objected. I could have overpowered her to stop to this madness, but I didn't. I didn't want to stop it. I didn't want to stop her when she was a mere centimeters from my face. I didn't stop her when our lips touched. We kissed. Her lips were soft, and her tongue was wet. I hadn't kissed in a woman in a long time, so it felt nice. It was amazing.

She ended the kiss and we looked each other in the eyes.

"Did you like it?" she asked.

"I did."

"Then don't try to stop me again," she said softly. "There's nothing wrong with this. Nothing."

We kissed once more. The guilt still lingered inside of me, but it slowly faded the longer we kissed. The pleasure I felt overcame my guilt. To Courtney, it didn't seem to matter. There was no guilt with her. To her, it felt right. It felt natural. And slowly I began to agree. It felt natural.

*** 

An hour later and I sat on my bed alone wondering how this all happened. I reflected on everything. After our kiss had ended earlier, she told me she needed a nap. I told her I needed to rest also. We had already talked for most of the day, and both of us were tired. When she got up, she smiled and told me she'll come down the stairs in the evening to prepare dinner. 

I sat on my bed and replayed the kiss in my mind. My own daughter? How could I? What kind of father did I become? Everything that happened was because of Courtney's actions, but I could have easily stopped it. 

After moments of thinking to myself, it wasn't long before I realized that I wanted it to continue. Whatever twist our relationship took, it felt good. I felt alive inside. I felt like a human being again who was experiencing the joys of life, instead of being an old man that was alone.

***

It was evening when I came down the stairs. I slept longer than I normally did. The events of the day made me more tired than usual. When I came down the stairs, I saw Courtney stirring the cooking pot on the stove. She was wearing a simple black dress, barefoot, and her hair was tied in a knot. She looked gorgeous. The table was already set, with the plates, cups, and utensils neatly laid out. 

"I was wondering when you would show up," she said, continuing to stir the pot.

"I dozed off longer than usual."

"I'm glad you're here now. Dinner is almost ready. I was just about to call you."

When I walked next to her to check the pot, she turned the stove off. The food was ready. She suddenly turned her body so that we were face-to-face.

"I'll carry the pot to the table," I said, in a moment of awkwardness. We were standing very close to each other.

"Dad, I'm sorry for what happened earlier. I got carried away. I don't know what came over me."

"Don't worry about it. It was both of our faults.."




Courtney, My Daughter



"No, really," she insisted. "It was my fault. I shouldn't have done that."

I looked her directly in the eyes. "Why did you do it? I've been trying to figure it out, but I couldn't. You can have any man you want."

"I want you," she replied softly. "I've always wanted you."

There was an undeniable tension between us. As a father, I was temporarily at a loss for words. Courtney had a look of remorse on her face. Maybe she regretted telling me that. Or maybe she was still struggling with her illicit feelings. 

"Don't feel ashamed," I replied, struggling with what to say. 

"You must think I'm insane, don't you? Do you think I'm crazy for feeling this way?"

"No, I don't. I think you're a smart young woman who always knows what's best."

"You think so?" she asked, struggling with her own confusion.

"Yes, I do."

She grabbed me and then we kissed again. It was more intense than our first kiss. Our lips pressed tightly against each others. Our tongues wrestled in each others mouth. It wasn't romantic. It was lewd and sloppy. Our arms squeezed each other tightly in a powerful embrace.

I should have pushed her away. I should have ended this, but I couldn't. No matter how much bigger I was than Courtney, I felt completely powerless in her arms. Feeling her soft lips against mine filled me with an uncontrollable lust. She removed her lips from my mouth, and placed them against my ear.

"Take me," she whispered in a depraved tone. "Take me on the table. I'm not wearing any panties."

I lifted Courtney off the ground and she wrapped her arms & legs around me, holding me tight. We continued kissing and I carried her to the dining room and placed her on the table, near the plates which she had neatly arranged. Then I ended the kiss.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I looked down and lifted the bottom half of Courtney's black dress. I had to know if it was true, if she wasn't wearing any panties. I was also curious what her pussy looked like. When I lifted the dress, I found out that she was telling the truth. Her crotch was completely shaved. I saw her pussy. It had a thin brown labia on the outside, and the inside was bright pink. It was wet, and it looked so inviting.

"Want to taste it?" she asked with a grin. "I don't mind. People say I taste good."

"Is that what your female costar says also?"

"Dad, get on your knees and find out already."

Hearing my daughter boss me around was kind of a shock. She never talked to me like that before. But in the context of everything that had been happening at the moment, it added to the excitement. I obeyed her command, and I got down on my knees while she sat on the dining table with her legs spread. I had a clear view of her wet pussy. The fluids made her pink flesh glisten and shine. The hole was small, and obviously very tight. 

With my hands wrapped tightly around her athletic thighs, my depraved lust took control of me and I licked my daughter's cunt. She was right, it tasted good. I licked and sucked the fluids from her pussy. I sucked her labia, stretching them apart with my mouth. I licked her clitoris and rubbed my tongue around it. But what I really loved most was licking the inside of her pussy, putting my tongue inside of her little hole.

She reached down and squeezed my hair tightly. I could feel the muscles in her thighs move and contract. Loud moans escaped her lips.

"Oh god...dad...dad..."

Hearing her call me 'dad' in a moment of sexual depravity sent mixed emotions throughout my mind. This is my own daughter. Why am I doing this? Why can't I stop? But on the other hand, I didn't want to stop. It felt so good for both of us. Both of us wanted each other sexually. Neither of us could stop.

For the next few short minutes, I continued wrestling my tongue inside of her pussy. She became more wet, and I swallowed the fluids. Her legs continued to tremble, and her muscles continued to contract. Her moans soon became cries. I could tell she was on the verge of an orgasm, courtesy of her own father.

"Don't stop...keep doing it like that...don't stop doing that with your tongue....dad...dad..."

This time, hearing her call me 'dad' gave me nothing but pleasure. I was proud of the fact that I was giving her an orgasm.

Courtney let out a scream so loud, I was afraid the neighbors were going to call the police. She was a screamer, which is something a father shouldn't know about his daughter. Her legs were shaking violently and her back arched onto the table. I replaced my mouth with my fingers inside of her pussy, since I knew what was coming. She squirted all over the dining table, carpet, and my clothes. 

It was a mess, but I loved it.

"I never knew you were a squirter," I said, looking at her from my knees.

Courtney was still laying down on the table. She was looking up at the ceiling. Her chest was moving up and down from her deep breathes.

"Only sometimes," she replied, breathing heavily. "If I'm in a hot enough mood, I can make a real mess."

"I can see that."

Courtney lifted her head and looked at me. "You didn't have a turn yet dad. How do you want to cum? Do you want me to suck your dick, or do you want to fuck me?"

I was completely taken aback by what she had offered. Even though I had just performed oral sex on her, and we were just kissing, being offered sexual favors by my daughter was uncomfortable.

"I...I..."

"Can you just fuck me right now?" she asked. "We can both cum at the same time. I need another orgasm right now. I'm too worn out to suck your cock properly. But I promise to suck it later tonight, or tomorrow morning."

Once again, I was completely taken aback, and uncomfortable. I wasn't going to turn down her offer either.

"Fine. That sounds good," I replied.

After standing up, I unzipped my pants and dropped it to the floor, along with my underwear. Courtney was still lying on the table. She looked down to see my erection, and she smiled. It was the first time she had ever seen my penis, and it was about to go inside of her pussy.

Courtney held her legs open. I reached down and spread her labia apart, which was covered in my saliva and her vaginal fluids. I pressed the head of my hard cock against her pussy. It was warm, wet, and inviting. When I pushed the head of my erection inside a little bit, I continued to feel its warmth, and Courtney squirmed. I looked at her face, and she had the cutest facial expression I had seen her do in a long time, in which she wiggled her nose and squinted her eyes.

I pushed in further. Her hole felt tight. The further I went, the more I felt its natural tightness and vaginal fluids against my raging hard erection. I wrapped my hands around her smooth thighs, and I started to fuck my own daughter.

Moans and gasps escaped her lips as I penetrated her. My hands held tightly onto her things. And her hands held tightly onto the sides of the dining table. I entered all the way, and held it there for a moment so that her body could adjust. Then I slowly pulled out, before pushing back in. Each thrust sent a wave of pleasure down my body. And each thrust made her do a different facial expression. 

I loved watching her face while we had sex. She was always a beautiful person. But during sex, her eyebrows would twitch, her forehead would wrinkle, and her nose would wiggle. I could see her lips trembling. The imagery was very erotic.

My thrusting inside of her body began to increase. I didn't want to make love, even though it was more appropriate for the moment. I wanted to fuck her hard. I wanted to ravage her body. She clearly wanted the same thing when she was screaming for me to go harder. Our lust for each other was undeniable. 

The table started to shake from us having sex. At that point, I almost laughed to myself thinking how glad I was to have purchase a new dining table a few years earlier. If we had been having sex on our old table, it might have broken and we would have landed on the floor.

I could see her hands squeezing the table even tighter. Her facial muscles clenched, and so did her vaginal muscles. She was screaming louder. I could tell she was about to cum again.

I reached down with one hand and rubbed her clitoris, which sent her over the edge. She screamed at the top of her lungs. This time, I didn't care if the neighbors heard it or not. 

Another rush of vaginal fluids squirted from her pussy. It was her second orgasm of the evening. It ran down both of our legs, while her back violently arched.

Then it was my turn. I squeezed her thighs hard. It might have left a few bruises of her athletic legs, but I don't think she would have minded. Within moments, I shot several loads of my own cum inside of her vagina, and into her womb. My knees became weak, and my body became overwhelmed with orgasmic bliss. She obviously felt the same.

I stood still, catching my breath. After she recovered, she sat up on the table and wrapped her arms around me. My penis was still inside of her, and it was about to fall out because I was becoming flaccid.

"That was so beautiful," she said, before giving me a kiss.

"I know, Courtney. I know."

"Is this the start of something new between us?"

"I don't know," I truthfully replied. "It's not right. But I couldn't help myself."

"It feels right to me."

Courtney gave me another kiss, and it was a passionate kiss. Once the kiss ended, we almost laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

"Come on, let's have dinner," I said. "I'm starving."

"So am I."

"Good. We need to clean up this mess first. Then we can eat."

She smiled, "Great idea. I'll start with cleaning your cock. It's also my appetizer for the evening."

Courtney got down on her knees and took my wet flaccid penis in her mouth. It felt so good, even after I was already spent. She had no problems slurping up my cum and her fluids, and I loved it. In a matter of moments, I was hard again.

The End

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Courtney: Rich Man’s Teen Niece



Readers; this is just a short fanciful tale of forbidden lust and love told with minimal dialog. The characters are a wealthy man of fifty and his nineteen year old niece. If I were to add tags, I suppose they would be this: Consensual sex, older man/young woman, romantic incest, and straight erotic passion. 

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The Tower Organization's Boeing Business Jet made a super smooth touchdown at New York's JFK Airport. One of my stewardesses unlatched the airtight hatch and swung the door open. I exited the aircraft and raced down the mobile staircase with the ease and vigor of a man half the age of my fifty years. My Cadillac limousine pulled up and the driver jumped out then opened the rear door. "Welcome home, Mr. Tower," he said with genuine enthusiasm. 

On the way into the city I made several business calls and received one personal one. If ever there was a woman who knew how to spend my money, it was that spoiled sister of mine, Maggie. "Danial, I'm in a hurry," she said. "I've been invited to the Ascot races so I'm taking one of your Gulfstreams and flying over to London today. I've dropped Courtney off at your penthouse apartment. She's nineteen now and wants to check out Columbia University. Will you make sure she gets in?"

Maggie must have been in a hurry for sure because without awaiting an answer, she hung up. Knowing my sister, the woman probably took it for granted that I would do whatever it took to help my sweet niece. If so, then the assumption was absolutely correct. Courtney was indeed a sweetheart of a teen girl and there was nothing I wouldn't do to help her.

As for making sure the girl gets into Columbia University, well she would not need my help with that. Courtney was one of the smartest kids I had ever known. Her 4.0 grade point average was only the tip of the iceberg. I don't believe the child had ever had a grade below an 'A' in any class she had ever had. Besides her grades, this teenager had an impressive array of extracurricular activities and honors to add to her notable resume of accomplishments.

Carl, my chauffeur, pulled the limo to a stop in front of the main entrance to Vista Tower. At 100 stories this towering structure was the flagship hotel in the worldwide chain of luxury accommodations owned by The Tower Organization. Along with other business interests and investments, these hotels placed my net worth at well over the billionaire mark. I guarded this information carefully. Although I meet their eligibility requirements, a reader to Forbes Magazine's annual list of the 400 wealthiest Americans would not find my name on it. There were too many evil-minded people out there who preyed on the rich. I valued privacy and security more than I did fame and notoriety.  

A high speed elevator swiftly sped me up to my 98th, 99th, and 100th floor penthouse residence. No other apartment shared those floors with my ten bedroom luxury suite. I stepped into the lobby, entered the three storied living room, and gazed out a bank of towering windows at the finest residential view of Central Park found anywhere in New York City.

Remembering my unexpected guest, I headed out on an expedition in search for her. Courtney was a young lady who had only visited here for short stays and she had never stayed all night. A girl could get lost wandering around in spacious, multi-roomed, unfamiliar surroundings. 

Finding the door to a bedroom suite open, I entered but found no occupant. I was actually anxious to see my sweet young niece again. She was a good girl who loved me for the nice old uncle I was. Courtney knew I was wealthy, but unlike her mother, she neither asked for nor expected any special financial favors from me. This daughter of my sister held a special place of endearment in my heart.

Hearing a noise coming from the bathroom, I headed for the slightly opened door and lifted my hand to knock. My hand stopped just before my knuckles touched the door. What was that sound and why did it have such a familiar tone to it? If I didn't know better, I'd swear I was hearing the husky purrs a woman makes when she is masturbating! 

The more I listened, the more convinced I was that I was indeed hearing masturbatory purring. And, so what if I was! My niece was a lady of nineteen years in age so she was plenty old enough for sexual desires. I had no hard evidence to back this up, but if I were to guess, I'd say most girls masturbate. Most certainly, all guys do, including me! 

Smiling with the knowledge that my young niece had finally reached an age of sexual maturity, I turned away with every intention of leaving the room and allowing the girl to finish her self-gratification in peace. Impulsively, I decided to push the bathroom door open an inch or two and get myself a quick peek of masturbating female flesh.

Oh god, did I get more than a peek; I got an eyeful of feminine flesh doing more than I expected! Standing in front of a floor to ceiling length mirror was my unclothed niece. The nude girl's fresh-from-the-shower body gleamed with the glow of a porcelain doll in the bathroom's florescent illumination. The measurement from the tips of the barefooted girl's unpainted toes to the top of her long, straight, tied back blond hair was probably about 5 feet 8 inches. The most prominent features I saw from my rear-view vantage point were a pair of slender sexy legs topped by a shapely rounded ass. Luckily for me, the tall mirror provided a front-view image for my visual inspection as well. Here a pair of tantalizing tits adorned an unblemished, hourglass-shaped body. The girl's belly was slim and flat with only a hint of a pretty belly bump. Below the bump was a gorgeous, shaved-bare pubic mound with absolutely no pussy hair!

Masturbatory purring sounds still escaped from Courtney's mouth, but surprisingly, the young lady was not masturbating. Well, not exactly. Technically speaking, it was not her fingers playing inside the girl's pussy. To be more precise, I'd have to say that my niece was playing with herself with an elongated, crystal clear, solid glass dildo with ridged rings circling its head. Yep, this young lady was using an artificial cock to fuck herself!

God, I had never seen a sexier sight in my life! I had never seen a dildo wielded by more expertly skilled hands either. My real life, flesh and blood man's cock had never been more jealous of an inanimate piece of glass in its life. I was hard, hot, and horny for some pussy penetration myself. Just when I thought I could not get turned on any further, Courtney withdrew the glass rod from her pussy then she inserted the drippy wet instrument into her mouth. The girl licked it, she sucked it, and then she rubbed it all over her nipples and tits. 

A loud gasp escaped from my mouth. I didn't realize I'd been holding my breath. Nor did I realize I had unconsciously pushed Courtney's bathroom door open for a better view. Upon hearing my gasp, my niece just naturally turned to stare at me. She had caught me watching her! God damn my wicked soul, but my belt buckle was unbelted, my pants button was unbuttoned, and my zipper was unzipped! Even worse, my hand was holding the hefty bulk of my cock. Although I was caught, I was at least thankful I need not be ashamed of the size and shape of my exposed erection. I might be a little bit 'old', but my penile rod could proudly match the girl's glass reproduction in both its elongated length and its swollen girth! My cock couldn't stay as lengthy and fat as long as its glass rival could, but it had the advantage of having blood racing warmth to comfort the insides of a pussy. 

I could see Courtney's face was aflame with embarrassment. I'm sure she had no idea her uncle was coming back so soon and even if she did she had no reason to think he would spy on her. This niece of mine was not a completely uninformed woman, though. She knew that, as a rich man, I had no trouble attracting pussy. Young pussy was not even off bounds. Both the print and television tabloids often featured stories about wealthy men and their latest flings. 

Standing with a dildo in her hand, Courtney now had a decision to make. There was really only one of two choices to make. One, she could close the door to her uncle and this would most likely be the end of it. Two, she could invite her uncle into her bathroom and deal with the consequences of what happened as they happened. 

I could nearly hear the wheels of indecision grinding as Courtney's mind fought for an answer. I knew I could make the choice easy for her by simply closing the door myself. But hell, being the dirty old man I was, this wasn't the choice I wanted her to make! Without saying a word, the beautiful, naked girl made her choice. She took her glass dildo, inserted it into her wet pussy, and then held the drippy cunt-juice-sickle up to me.

I wasn't the kind of man who had to be hit over the head to catch his attention. I stepped forward and took Courtney's hand in mine and closed my mouth around the cunt-sickle. Mmm, this was really tasty pussy juice! I wondered if I could get some of it straight from the source. Closing my fingers around my niece's sexy soft waist, I lifted the girl and sat her on the marble-topped vanity table. I took the glass rod from her hand and inserted it into the hole from whence it came. 

Dropping to my knees, I plunged the glass cock into my niece's vaginal hole. It slipped into the slippery tunnel and buried itself deep. Feminine juices flowed around the intruder and ran out of the gaping abyss. Hungry for pussy and its juices, I licked around the crystal rod. I lapped wetness, I licked tender flesh, and I savored the taste of femininity. My nostrils gloried in the musky aroma of young womanhood. God, there is nothing in this world to match the smell of young pussy! If I could bottle this scent I would sell it to men throughout the world from my French perfume company. Damn, I would make a fortune to match the one I already had!

Jerking the glass penis out of its hole, I let my cupped, stiffened tongue take its place. Plunging in, I buried this tongue-cock in as deep as it could go, but it fell far short of going as deep as its glass predecessor had. To make up for this inadequacy, I began doing some things the crystal rod couldn't. I twirled my tongue, I flicked, I licked, and then I sucked and savored my niece's vaginal flesh. The naked girl purred, she whimpered, she moaned. 

Finding Courtney's clit, I sucked a heaping helping of it into my mouth. My lips gorged themselves on this protruding vaginal treat. I consumed all the clitoral flesh my mouth could hold. I delighted in the texture and taste of the delightful delicacy. Gathering pussy juice with my tongue, I slathered this girl's clit with warm, liquefied female gravy. Sucking and swallowing, I ate my niece's feminine meat with the hunger of a man possessed by demonic lust. The girl squealed.

"Oh god, Uncle Danial, don't make me cum in your face!" Courtney beseeched. "Uncle Danial, we're not supposed to be doing this...this sinful thing!"

Knowing this to be true, I stopped sucking and eating. I wiped dripping pussy juice from my mouth with the back of my hand. For not one second did I take my eyes of the feminine mound between the nude girl's legs. Gathering my wits, I stood. The problem is; my unbelted, unbuttoned, unzipped pants did not come up with me. They slipped down below my knees taking my boxers with them. I stood in front of my niece in a silk shirt hanging down and nearly touching my pubic hair. Like the hair on my head, my pubic curls were salted with patches of gray. 

Although a bush of salt & pepper hair framed it, my well-matured cock escaped the normal malady of 'drooping-dick' syndrome so common to aging men. Instead, my elongated, fully engorged with blood penile rod stood out in a stiffened 3 o'clock position aimed directly at the wet hot pussy of a naked young woman. 

What possessed me to do it, I couldn't say, but I wrapped my hand around this meaty pole then picked up the glass dildo with the other. Holding them side by side, I offered them to the girl. "Courtney," I stated in a calm, clear voice. "If you want one of these, just point at it. I'll put it into your pussy." 

Teenaged girls have a mysterious mindset of their own. Courtney was no exception. Only recently just a girl, but now a newborn woman, simple decisions take on added significance. Indecision gnawed at the girl. She knew that what her uncle was suggesting was a wicked sin of unforgivable magnitude. Yet, reluctantly, she couldn't deny her female body's hungry craving for the penile pleasure being offered her. All the time she had been pushing the glass dildo into herself she had been wishing it were the real thing instead of a toy. Here and now she had the opportunity for it. Paraphrasing the old Coke advertisement, her mind screamed, "Cock, the real thing!" 

Although it seemed like forever since the question had arisen, in fact it had only been a short time. Courtney's hand trembled nervously as she made her decision. She reached out her arm and pointed her finger. She did not point at the inanimate glass toy. She pointed at a man and his real live cock.

Before giving me a chance to react, my sexy young niece did something so spontaneously unexpected I could hardly believe it. Sitting on the bathroom vanity, Courtney unbuttoned every button on my silk shirt. After dropping the expensive garment on the floor, the girl ran her hands all over my still solid chest. She pushed me backwards a step. Quick as a cat and with the dexterity of a circus contortionist, the girl bent at the waist and kissed her way down my body. My chest and belly became her kissing playground. 

With little hesitancy at all, the young woman's lips rained kisses all over my horny, hard cock. Dribbling saliva from a drippy-wet mouth, she coated my cockhead with drops of moisture then she plopped the bulbous ball into her mouth and sucked several inches of my swollen erection in with it. 

While my stunned mind screamed in disbelieving astonishment, my sexy young niece began giving me the best blowjob I had ever had in my life. A serpentine tongue wrapped around my cockflesh and squeezed. With the instincts of an Amazonian Boa, this young woman began swallowing me deeper and deeper into her deep-throated oral cavity. Quick as a snake, the girl released my meat, but her tongue tip began striking all along the rigid rod's elongated length. Just as suddenly, hot lips again sucked my manly flesh into a vortex of blissful delight. 

It seemed like Courtney had an insatiable hunger for the meat of a cock. Her oral ministrations were performed with eagerness and enthusiasm. So enthusiastic was she a mouthful of pearly white teeth began to scrap and chew on my flesh. Just when I feared my niece's cannibalistic appetites were beyond her control, the girl gained control of her senses. 

Courtney's cocksucking mouth quit chewing and eating. Proving her youthful limberness, she sprang up into a sitting-straight position on the bathroom vanity. The horny hot female scooted her sexy young body out to the edge of the tiled cabinet. She spread her legs and her outer vaginal lips. With brazen delight, she pointed at the swollen cock between my legs and mischievously teased, "Uncle Danial, didn't you make a promise to 'put it into my pussy'?" 

I don't believe I actually 'promised', but semantics aside, I did 'say' those words! Promise or not, I stepped towards the drop-dead-gorgeous young female awaiting me so patiently. The head of my cock kissed the teen girl's inner pussy lips then it slipped in through her pussy's delicate butterfly wings. Courtney's slippery wet vaginal tunnel accepted the engorged mass of my cockshaft's swollen girth and elongated length with no trouble. I'll admit to feeling quite a bit of feminine tightness, but this constrictive tautness only aided in building a fast-burning frictional fire.

Not that I needed much more orgasm-building fire to add to the young woman's cocksucking ministrations. As my penile shaft penetrated deep into my niece's vaginal depths and began pumping in and out, the sound of her whimpering cries let me know that my pussysucking fun had primed her body for orgasms, too. 

Slowing down to prolong the exquisite pleasure I felt, I attempted to delay the inevitable explosion. My hands cupped a pair of mammary orbs which had absolutely no sag at all. I had gotten quite experienced over the years buying bras for ladies, so I knew tit sizes. If my calculations weren't thrown off by the pussy squeezing my cock, I would say my niece's breasts were a 34C. I didn't know who to thank, God or the Devil, but this just happened to be my favorite size! I was a pretty damn lucky fella, I'd say!

Right there on the tip of those gorgeous boobs was a pair of nubile nipples which seemed to be begging my lips to suck them. As much as I wanted to give in to the temptation, I found it to be a physical impossibility. Hell, it's a God-be-damned shame, but a man can't suck most tits when his cock is imbedded inside the pussy of that same tit-carrying woman! Shit, I wanted to kiss and suck them so badly I didn't know what to do!

"No, Uncle Danial!" Courtney squealed. "Don't you dare stop doing what you're doing down below to my...to me just to get some of my...up-top things! You can have them later."

I almost laughed. My niece was shamelessly allowing her uncle to fuck her, but the girl couldn't say the words 'pussy' or 'breasts'. I knew she had been raised as a 'good girl', but what she was doing now wasn't exactly 'good'. I smiled as I recalled some dialogue from the movie Love Story. The character Oliver is bedding Jenny. He says, "I thought you were supposed to be a good catholic girl!" To which Jenny replies, "Well, I'm a girl. And, I'm 'good' aren't I?" 

By this criteria, Courtney certainly was very 'good'! At this very moment her vaginal moisture was drowning my pussy-pounding cock. I knew that right now or in a minute I was going to start cumming. A distraction delayed my seminal eruption. Fingers began running through the hairs on my chest. Some were tickling, some were lightly tugging, and god some were viciously pulling!

As quickly as they started, the fingers stopped. The soft, feminine digits moved up to my shoulders, caressed my neck, and then stroked my cheeks. Courtney's palms seized my head and pulled it towards hers. A second before they touched mine, I saw her tongue lick her lips. Soft, wet, hot lips met mine in the most passionate kiss I had ever had. Responding automatically, I kissed this young woman with an ardent hunger I didn't know I had. My niece's mouth locked onto mine and her kisses became obsessive and demanding. 

Locked in this carnal embrace, Courtney and I hugged and kissed with a fervor which surpassed the boundaries of lust. There was no denying that my lustful cock was still buried in her pussy, but the kisses we were exchanging were bordering on those a man and woman shared when they were falling in love. Of course I loved this girl because she was my niece and she loved me because I was her uncle. But, God forgive us, our impassion kisses belied familial affection and passed over into the forbidden territory of worshiping adoration! 

Denial was impossible. As incredible as it was, I was falling in love with this young woman and she was falling in love with me! Proving her loving passion, Courtney's pussy began spraying feminine cum all over my cock and pubic area. She stopped kissing long enough to squeal in orgasmic delight. My lover was a 'screamer' and her piercing cries reverberated against my eardrums. 

My wet, hot cock needed no further inspiration to release its imprisoned load of seminal cream. Fleeing its confinement, pressurized semen and sperm raced down the elongated length of my penile hole and spurted out in streams of erectile escapees seeking the safe haven of a vaginal home. Finding this refuge inside Courtney's pussy, my cumming cream began filling up her welcoming vaginal void. If I had the same unrestrained vocal articulations as my lover, I too would be screaming with orgasmic joy. 




Courtney: Rich Man’s Teen Niece



Feeling the full pressure of my cunt-filling cum, Courtney's pussy began spasming again as multiple orgasms rocked her young body. Squealing and screaming in an uninterrupted stream of blissful orgasms, the nude lady squeezed my neck in a death-grip hold. Her legs had encircled my body and her unpainted toenails were digging into my ass. 

Oblivious to the world, my lover niece and I continued to consummate our illicit vows of lust and love until every drop of cum dripped from our loins and every orgasm was snatched from our souls. Soft-spoken words of endearment and the smacking of kissing lips were the only sounds heard as I carried Courtney to my master bedroom suite. After a cum-cleaning hot bath, the two of us climbed under the covers of my bed for a nap. 

Upon awakening a little while later, we kissed, we cuddled, and we made declarations of growing love. Momentous decisions were made with no thoughts of the 'right or wrong' of the matter. While Courtney was attending Columbia University she would live here with her uncle instead of in campus housing. As a cover story, she would serve as my hostess at the numerous business and social functions I had. The college girl would have her own bedroom suite, but her sleeping-bed would be my bed!

Although comfortably cocooned in our bedcovers, the passions of lust couldn't be denied. Nude flesh begged for enthusiastic engagement. Without discussion, my cock slipped inside Courtney's cunt and frictional fervor once again blazed with blistering heat. Little did I know as orgasmic thrills again ran through our loins, but after our fornicating pleasure was over, my niece would dress in an extremely revealing outfit and we would take a walk together in Central Park just across the street. Even though the young lady wore summer sandals it was readily apparent she wore nothing else. Her legs were bare of hosiery, her hips were missing panties, and her breasts were unencumbered by a bra. 

Courtney was a sexy beauty indeed, oh yes she undeniably was. And, without a doubt in this world, I knew she was mine all mine!



Courtney: Riding The Storm Out



I was staying at Courtney's condo this particular weekend. Her roommate was out of town and we had the run of the place. We could make as much noise as we wanted to, whenever we wanted and wherever we wanted. The kitchen table, the couch, her roommate's bed and even the stairs soon fell witness to our in-out-in-out action. Life was good.

Saturday evening had us sitting in a local restaurant – eating nachos, drinking a few beers, and having a great old time. My occasional glances out the window had detected winds picking up a bit, as well as the sky beginning to fill with clouds. A strange feeling crept through my body – a mix between excitement, anxiety and anticipation. I shrugged it off and enjoyed the remainder of our little outing.

It was about 7:30 when we headed back to her place. The dark sky appeared ominous, and the trees swayed in strong winds of the front blowing through. We were just about home when large raindrops began splattering against the windshield.

"Looks like we are in for a good one," I predicted the obvious.

We jumped from the Jeep and made a mad dash to her front door in a meager attempt to avoid getting wet. As Courtney fiddled with the lock on the front door, a soft rumble of thunder drifted through the evening air from off in the distance. It began to rain a little harder.

Once inside, we both seemed to forget about the rain. We kicked off our wet shoes and socks, grabbed some beers, popped a movie into the DVD, and settled on the couch. Only the occasional faint flash of distant lightening illuminating the sky outside the living room window reminded us of the weather outside.

About halfway into the movie it hit – a blinding, brilliant bolt of lightening coupled with a deafening clap of thunder that shook through the house, the couch and our bodies. I don't know who jumped higher – Courtney or me. Instantly, the lights and the television cut off.

"WOAH!!! Holly Shit!! That was close!" 

Those profound words of wisdom were all I could muster. The hairs on my arm and my neck stood on end, my heart raced as if juiced by the electrical surge, and a sharp pain shot through my left thigh. As the thunder's rumble began to fade, I realized the pain in my leg was due to Courtney's death grip. She sat wide-eyed and terrified, staring out the window into the darkness and grasping my leg for all she was worth. I managed to pry myself loose and made my way to the window. All the power in the neighborhood was out and the rain was coming down even harder that before. Another radiant flash and thunderous boom scared any remaining living daylights out of me.

From behind me, Courtney spoke. "I'm getting a little scared, Bill."

Realizing I was supposed to be the man here, I hesitantly told her everything would be OK. "It's just a little storm that happens to be right over our heads. Don't worry – it'll blow over in a minute or two."

I quickly decided I had better do something to take her mind off Mother Nature's little temper tantrum. "I've got an idea," I said as I walked into the kitchen to find a lighter and some candles. "How about we head on upstairs and forget about life for a while?"

Through the darkness I could barely make out Courtney's devilish grin, but it was enough to let me know she was game. More flashes of lightening lit up the room as I grabbed her hand and guided her up the stairs. From the upper floor I could hear the rain beating against the roof and the wind whipping through the big oaks outside. We made our way down the hall and into her room. Through her window I noticed the frequency of the lightening was intensifying and the deluge of rain was pounding that side of the condo.

I set the two candles down – one on her dresser and one on the nightstand – and lit them. Another bright flash nearby followed immediately by the horrendous growl of thunder that again shook the house, rattling the window and causing the candle flames to dance. Courtney practically jumped into my arms.

The feel of Courtney's fragile little frame in my arms, quivering in fear of the storm brewing just outside her bedroom window, gave me a rising sense of power. I picked her up and practically threw her on her massive bed that sat in the corner, pushed right up against the two walls with the length stretching along right beneath the window. The ferocity of the storm outside seemed to pour through my veins as I straddled her young body, grabbing the front hems of her blouse between two buttons and tearing them apart…buttons popping and shooting across the room. I grasped either side of the front clasp of her bra and fiercely yanked it apart…the tiny plastic hook easily snapping in half. A timely flash of lightening illuminated the room and I devoured her naked chest with my eyes…her tits – firm and ignoring the laws of gravity - rising and falling from her heated breaths…her nipples - hard and proud - reaching to the heavens. I cupped a breast in each hand and mashed them together, burying my face in the deep cleavage I created.

More lightening. And another long, loud rumble of thunder shook the room.

I just continued my assault on her breasts, taking one of her stiff nubs between my teeth while pinching the other. Nibbling…suckling…licking…flicking…tugging more than gently. Courtney's body arched in response. Loud moans escaped from deep in her throat, yet could barely be heard over the endless stream of thunder and the rain pounding against the siding of the house.

I sat back up and observed my prey. The continuous lightening flashes illuminated the room and I saw her eyes – glazed and full…a mix of fear from the storm, surprise from my aggressive pursuit, and lust. I slid down Courtney's legs, grabbing the top of her jeans and ripping apart the snap. I grabbed the zipper between my teeth and unzipped as my hands hooked around the waist and peeled her jeans from her legs…tossing them to the floor. I reached back up and literally tore her white-laced panties away with a manly grunt. Courtney gasped in disbelief.

As I positioned myself between her parted thighs, gripping a butt cheek in each hand and lifting her hips from the bed towards my face, yet another dazzling flare of lightening flashed around me…glistening off the tiny beads of wetness dripping from her folds. One mighty lap of my tongue up the quivering slit had Courtney's thighs clamp firmly against my ears. The sounds of the raging storm were all but muffled – only the definite vibrations from thunder rippling through the house…through the room…through the bed…through Courtney's body and into my head proved the storm still existed.

I darted my tongue deep into her hole, then up to entertain her clit. A gentle nibble on the protruding tiny piece of meat caused Courtney to buck violently. Her musky aroma…her sweet bitter taste…her damp pubic hairs tickling my nose…her firm little ass flexing in my hands…looking up across her flat stomach…flashes of lightening breaking the darkness…allowing me to watch her squeeze her breasts and pinch her nipples in rhythm to my dancing tongue…all soooooo erotic!

I pried myself from her clenched thighs and stood, licking her juices from around my mouth. A whimper of frustration slipped from Courtney's lips.

The torrential rains continued to bombard the house – sounding like a stampede of wild horses galloping across the roof. I ripped my shirt from my body and yanked my jeans and boxers in one foul swoop. Courtney, now propped up on one elbow, watched in fascination as my throbbing pillar of Roman manhood was unveiled. Quick flashes of light revealed the tiny drop of pre-cum oozing from its tip.

I walked to the edge of the bed and took Courtney's head in my hand as she bowed towards my groin…her hair a sweaty, tangled web between my fingers. First a delicate little dab of her tongue on the tip to steal the creamy droplet, then with mouth open wide taking me deep into her throat. Her expert tongue traced along the ridges and swollen veins, circling the head, teasing the tiny slit, then back down along my engorged shaft as her head bobbed back and forth…teeth dragging ever so delicately…soft lips lubricating the taut skin. One of her hands reached behind me and gripped my ass – fingers lingering teasingly along the crevasse. The other gently weighed my sac – fingers rolling my aching balls.

Through closed eyes I sensed another vivid flash and thunder immediately roared. Again I felt the house shudder…the room shake…but as it flowed through Courtney, it was the fine, tiny vibrations causing her teeth to quiver along my sensitive cock that brought me to the brink. I quickly pulled away, grabbing the base of my tool and squeezing in a desperate attempt to cease the flow of juices from my constricted, tingling testis.

Courtney had apparently joined me in the frenzied heat of passion. She spun around on the bed and whipped open the window. A tremendous gust of wind ripped through the opening, slamming the door shut and immediately extinguishing the candles.

I watched intently as Courtney knelt on her bed - knees slightly parted and bracing herself on the sill…dark blonde hair flowing…firm round breasts swaying beneath…back slightly arched…round little ass vying for my attention. With her eyes shut and her face just inches from the screen, the driving rain had her face drenched in seconds…pouring down across her delicate chin…down her neck…across chest…along the curves of her youthful globes…then pausing briefly as tiny droplets, dangling from her erect nipples before cascading to the comforter upon which she perched.

The inexorable display of lightening, the deafening ruthless grumble of thunder, the howling wind, and the relentless deluge of rain was mind-altering.

I climbed onto the bed and positioned myself behind her, kneeling between her parted legs. With one hand braced on her hip, the other guided my cock towards her opening. No teasing…no gentle caresses…just a good solid plunge deep inside her eager pussy until my belly slapped against her ass.

The comforter was saturated, and her body was covered in moisture from the water splashing through the screen. Obviously not a concern as she rocked her body backwards to meet each of my thrusts…our moans squandered against the sounds of the storm. I felt my balls again to tingle as I reached around and harbored one of her wet tits in my hand without missing a stroke. 

The curtains flared as gusts filled the room…the lightening exposed Courtney's knuckles turned white as she gripped the windowsill – her nails digging into the waterlogged wood…the rain continued its battering…the loud deep rumble of thunder never ceasing…the tall trees outside the window bent awkwardly in the fierce winds. 

I felt Courtney's strong inner muscles begin to contract, gripping my shaft with every thrust.

I felt my balls tighten and my cock swell even more as I exploded deep inside. And through the dark, tumultuous night the tornado sirens began to sound…an eerie, bone-chilling noise…like the screaming Phoenix blasting from the fiery depths of Hell…..

…..We lay on the bed, both trying to catch our breath. The sirens gone…no more lightening…the thunder just a soft rumble off in the distance...a mere drizzle falling from the exhausted skies.



Courtney the Cougar Aunt



"Hi, Courtney." My 18 year old nephew called out as he walked into the kitchen while I was baking. 

"Oh; hi sweetheart. Did you have a good run?" I replied as I applied the finishing touches to a pie for the evening dinner; "did you go far?"

"About 10 miles I guess." He panted as he took a carton of orange from the fridge and winked. "Just enough to get everything pumping."

I looked up to see him grinning as he took a swig of juice. I instantly looked away but felt my face begin to blush.

My sister's eldest son Lewis was staying with us until he started a local University a few weeks later. Janine moved to Australia 20 years ago so Lewis was born out there and is a stereotypical surfer-dude with long shaggy blonde hair; chiseled features and a well honed 6 foot tall body.

It was pleasure having him stay as my three kids instantly loved him as he was a bit of an action man and my husband now had someone to talk about cars and watch sports with. For me it made a change having someone who said please and thank you and didn't spend most of his time farting and burping; plus he was very easy on the eye.

"I'm sorry about the other morning." He continued grinning as he sat on the worktop opposite me which made his running shorts ride up his thighs. 

"Oh, that." I stammered and stared intently at the waste pastry on the kitchen table, "it was nothing....I'm sorry....I should have knocked on the door...or something.....I'm terribly sorry....it won't happen again." 

"It was a buzz." Lewis chuckled as he slid off the bench and walked towards me. "It was a big turn on; knowing you were watching me."

"I wasn't 'watching' you....do.....what you were doing." I corrected him, but deliberately avoided any eye contact. 

By now he was standing right beside me and I could smell the sweat on his taught body and his fruity breath as I began to shake with trepidation. 

Two mornings earlier I'd walked into the bedroom where Lewis was sleeping, to see if he had any dirty washing, only to find him half lying outside the duvet with a hand wrapped around his cock and wanking furiously. He was obviously near to the end of his actions by the speed of his rubbing and I stood frozen to the spot in the doorway until my son broke the spell when he called from the kitchen and I made my excuses and quickly left him to finish off. 

Fifteen minutes later and only wearing his baggy shorts he sauntered into the kitchen where the family was having breakfast, as if nothing had happened. I felt it best to say nothing; as my husband Jim might not have seen the funny side of me seeing a teenager wanking into a pair of my knickers. By the time the kids were ready for school Lewis had pulled on a vest and Sweatshirt to cover his muscle-bound torso and went with Jim to do some labouring on a site where Jim was building a factory on.

Before I took the kids to school I went back into the living room and collected some discarded clothing that looked like it needed washing but when I pulled back the duvet there was a pair of my pink knickers that I'd worn the previous day poking out from the pillow. I was shocked and frozen to the spot again until my eldest daughter called to ask if she could have a biscuit. I gathered up the panties and hid them among his clothing as I walked through the kitchen to the utility room. 

I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw what looked like a cum stain on the gusset. I threw them in the machine with the rest of the light coloured wash and set off for the school run. 

By nature I'm a tactile person and greet everyone with a hug and a kiss so I was slightly worried that I'd been sending out mixed signals to my teenage nephew and the idea of Lewis cumming in my panties filled my thoughts for the rest of the day. Thankfully neither of us mentioned what had happened and I'd hoped it was best forgotten until this morning when I'd gone back into the room and found a heap of freshly damp tissues next to the bed and the panties I'd worn yesterday under the duvet. As I picked them up and examined them I giggled at the thought of the randy teenager using my underwear as part of his masturbatory fantasies. 

"I think you really were 'watching' me." Lewis laughed as he stroked my shoulder length natural blonde hair. I recoiled but ended up standing against a large cupboard. "Lots of girls like watching me jerk off." Lewis continued; "it turns them on. Did it turn you on? I bet it did; didn't it?" 

I pushed his hand away from my shoulder and as I turned to move away he held tightly onto my hip with the other.

"Lewis, please." I told him as firmly as possible, "I don't want to talk about it...it just shouldn't have happened. Now let me go." 

 "What did you think about the present I left for you this morning?" He smirked as he ran his fingers through my hair again and pulled me towards him. 

"I was shocked and....." I stammered and turned my face away as he tried to kiss me. "You shouldn't have done that...it was wrong....I'm your Aunt for Gods sake!" 

"Have you ever watched other guys wank?" The teenager continued.

"A couple of.....no...no...it's none of your business." I stammered.

"Jim? Or other guys?" Lewis laughed as he pressed his groin against me. "And do you like watching them?"

"I...I....you are putting words in my mouth!" I tried to push him away.

"That's not the only thing I want to put in your mouth." He chuckled as his right hand massaged my shoulder and his left stroked the small of my back while I tried to push him away. His powerful hands felt really good but I knew that I had to get away from him. 

 "Please stop that." I virtually shouted as his right hand caressed my boob then cupped it. "This is getting a little weird and very, very wrong." I told him as firmly as possible.

"I don't think so." He laughed as he boldly kissed me and slipped his tongue past my full lips and ran his hand across my fleshy boob and inside my vest top, sending a shiver down my spine. 

We pulled apart and Lewis squeezed my boobs without me putting up too much of a fight.

"Your nipples are getting all stiff." He chuckled as he playfully tweaked one. 

"That's none of your business." I told him as he kissed me again; forcing his tongue deep into my mouth as he firmly squeezed my boob again.

As I broke the kiss Lewis pulled my bra and vest strap down to my elbow exposing my boob. 

"Hey; young man!" I admonished him but was too slow to stop him leaning forward and suckling my rubbery pink nipple which made me sigh. In a second he had the other two straps down to making it difficult for me to move my arms; so he took full advantage squashing my tits together as he alternately sucked my tingling nipples. 

"Lewis....Lewis...no...no." I moaned as he continued sucking on my sensitive 34c titties as one hand slid up my skirt and began squeezing my arse cheeks and the other up the front stroking my pubes through my knickers.

"Please stop.....please....please....please." I groaned as he pulled my knickers down from behind and his fingers slid through my hairy pubes and along my dripping slit. 

 I was now holding him around the waist and panting for breath as the Aussie teenager slid two fingers deep in my pussy and slapped my arse at the same time.

He whispered, "I'm going to fuck your cunt ragged;" as I began grinding my clit against the palm of his hand.

"Oh God no....no...no...you.... mustn't...no...no...no...that would be so....wroooonngggg!" I gasped as I came on his fingers. 

Lewis pulled his greasy fingers out of my trembling pussy and fed them into my mouth. They tasted disgusting as I licked my juices off the long digits. 

As I leant against the cupboard to stop my legs from buckling; Lewis swiftly pulled his shorts down and his massive cock sprang into view. 

"Jesus!" I gasped as it stood straight up to attention. It must have been at least 7 inches long and as hard as iron. It was so stiff the big fat velvety knob was already out of his foreskin. After being married for 14 years, my husbands 5 inches never ever got that hard, even after one of my blowjobs. 

In fact it looked a bit freakish against his slim torso. 

"Did I do that?" I giggled.

"You sure did." The athletic teenager laughed as he pulled his t-shirt off, leaving him in trainers and tube socks. "Come on Auntie, get your clothes off and suck it; you know you want too." He commanded as he cupped his massive hairless balls and waved it from side to side.

I don't know why; perhaps his huge cock had hypnotized me but in a couple of seconds I was stepping out of my skirt and panties and pulling my vest over my head. I swiveled my bra around and it too landed on the floor. Nature took over and I instantly covered my large boobs and blonde bushy pussy; thinking that the young stud might be put off by seeing a 38 year old woman naked. 

"What are doing, you silly cow?" Lewis laughed as he roughly stroked his long rod; "Show me your tits." 

I no longer had any pride to lose so waved my arms in a Salome fashion as he devoured my mature body with his eyes.

"Fucking hell Courtney you are a beaut!" The young lad whistled his appreciation, "now come and suck my dick." 

I sashayed the couple of feet towards him and planted a big kiss on his lips as I replaced his hand with mine on his hot cock. Lewis pulled me towards him until my boobs were crushed against his manly chest and I had just enough room to stroke his massive dick. As we tongue wrestled his hands wandered back down to my arse and he pulled my cheeks apart before running his finger over my little rosebud then pressing a finger tip past the tight ring which made me shiver. 

"No...no...no...you naughty boy." I slapped his hand away before sexily sliding down his body making sure I lingered when his cock was between my droopy titties. Lewis took hold of my boobs and shook them like crazy until his foreskin peeled back to expose a bright pink knob. 

"Come on Auntie," He gruffly told me in a rich Aussie accent, "get your fucking lips around it and suck me."

I immediately opened my red lips and sucked the fat velvety knob before running my tongue along the bald shaft. Using one hand to twist around the thickness and the other to tug and squeeze his magnificent ball bag I sucked his cock like a demented woman until he grabbed my head and began aggressively fucking my mouth. I've loved sucking cock since I was 15 but my fat hubby's sex drive had waned in the last few years meaning I had to be very careful not to make him cum too quickly when I gave him a blowie; this Aussie stud wasn't going to have that problem as he tried to force it down my throat. 

"Come on Auntie; suck the fucking thing!" Lewis kept grunting as his hips forcefully filled my middle aged mouth and throat with teenage cock for the first time in nearly 20 years. 

"What do you think my Mom would say if she could see her young sister sucking on my cock?" He taunted me as he shook one of my tits by holding a nipple between his finger and thumb. "She'd go fuckling apeshit, wouldn't she?" 

The more he taunted me the harder I sucked his cock. 

"Who'd have thought my sweet fucking English Auntie would be a fucking ace cocksucker?" He laughed as sweat ran down my face and pussy juice ran down my thighs.

"I want to lick your hairy cunt now." He told me as he pulled his cock out of my mouth. I meekly nodded. "Get up on the table and spread your legs."

I complied and moved a few things to one side before lying on the kitchen table with my legs in the air at quarter to three. My pussy now felt on fire; and my labia were swollen for the first time in 10 years. 

"Fucking Hell Auntie." He laughed as he admired the view between my legs, "I've never seen a cunt as hairy as that in my life. Even Mom's friend Melissa shaves hers!" 

Lewis then took hold of my thighs and buried his young face in my dripping hole making me gasp and grunt as his tongue lapped up my juices and nibbled on my extended labia. 

Oh yes...yes...yes." I panted as he eventually slid a long middle finger into my pussy as he licked around the itchy sides; "harder....harder.....yes...yes...yes." 

I was now gripping onto the sides of the table as he had my ankles nearly touching my ears. Lewis's finger was deep inside me and pressing down onto the thin membrane separating my arse from my pussy and it was turning me on like crazy. My nephew quickly realized that I like a bit of anal play started licking that little strip between the holes and I started shaking with excitement. 

"Jesus Christ.....yes...yes...yes!" I squealed as he twisted his hand until his thumb rubbed across my anus while his finger kept finding erogenous zones I didn't know I had.

Lewis took my squealing to be a positive thing and pushed his thumb into my arse hole and rubbed his finger tip against it; making me lost for words as I began thrashing my head from side to side open mouthed as my 18 year old nephew did things to me no man had ever done before. 

His finger and thumb were soon working their way in and out in unison as his tongue lashed all over my hot and steamy pussy. My clitty was aching and I was desperate to cum but didn't want him to stop doing what he was doing to me down below. 

Eventually my nephew came up for air and unceremoniously pulled his fingers out of my holes leaving them feeling empty and in need of filling with something much bigger. Lewis had a really creepy look on his face as he stood up to his full six feet and lined his throbbing cock up against my willing married pussy. 

I was so wet and excited I offered absolutely no resistance as he forcefully rammed his cock into my pussy. 

"Oh my God!" I gasped as I wrapped my legs around his hips and he pounded my pussy like a mad man with flared nostrils and wild eyes.

I had totally lost all control of the situation as my teenage nephew fucked me ragged like he'd promised and roughly sucked and bit my bouncing titties. The position that he was in and the force he was fucking me with meant I must have had 4 or 5 mini orgasms as he rammed his teenage 8 inch cock deep into my married belly. 

"Over there." My nephew panted as he looked over his shoulder at the armless nursing chair we keep in the kitchen. Before I could say a word he had scooped me up and still impaled on his monster cock and my legs wrapped around him he carried me across the room with me bouncing merrily on his monster cock to the chair. 

He tentatively backed against the chair and cupped my arse cheeks in both hands before asking "Ready?" I mischievously grinned and uncoupled my legs and grasped my calves. We were both laughing as I fell backwards onto the chair and his cock went up my pussy so far and so hard it nearly split my cervix. 

The youth leaned back and began playing with my titties as I slowly and sexily fucked him. I hadn't had sex in this position for many years and it felt marvelous as his long cock filled my underused pussy when I began bouncing on it. 

"Are you having fun?" Lewis smirked as he slapped my arse cheeks and ran his finger across my tiniest hole. 

"What do you think?" I grinned as I ground my hot pussy onto his cock while I lifted a tit to my mouth and began licking my tingling nipple.

"You are a very naughty boy." I playfully pouted as I caressed my boobs and bounced on his monster, "for making me do these naughty things."

"You are dirty fucker!" Lewis laughed as his finger tip probed my arsehole. "Mom said you'd been pretty wild before you got married." 

"Did she now?"

"Yeh....she never said what, but you had a lot of boyfriends before you met Jim. I heard her telling Dad that she was surprised you've stayed married this long – you must be getting it from somewhere else!" 

"I'll have to have words with her!" I giggled as I leant forward to brush my boobs across his face as his finger had now fully entered my arse as I fucked him as hard as possible. 

 "Get up and bend over the table." Lewis eventually grunted, "I want to fuck your shitter."

"Oh Jeez!" I gulped and screwed my eyes tightly closed at the prospect.

I cautiously stood up and let his cock flop out of my pussy then moved to the table and bent over as requested; sweaty tits squashed on the damp Formica and arse in the air. 

"Pull your cheeks apart." The boy barked as he picked up the packet of Lurpak butter. "That's the way hold it wide-open for me." I slid my hands behind me and pulled my arse cheeks as wide as possible. I then felt the young lad smear butter all across my crack then slowly poke a finger inside. When I gasped and offered no resistance he curled in a second from the other hand and pulled and stretched my arsehole. It stung like Hell but I was in a world of my own and grunted, gasped and purred in equal measure as my Nephew pulled my tiny hole in all directions.

"I knew you were a fucking dirty tart just like Mom said as soon as I clapped eyes on yer." He finally spoke as he smeared more butter along my crack. "I knew from the way yer looked at me all last week and the way you couldn't keep yer fucking hands off me that that fat cunt wasn't giving you any." Lewis then cackled before continuing, "Half of Mom's mates are just like you.....they can't resist my fucking cock...especially the married ones."

Still holding my cheeks apart for him I felt his fat knob press against the stretched and butter covered hole. 

"Has Jim ever fucked you up the shitter?" Lewis growled as his knob easily forced the tight ring open. "Has he?"

"No." I panted in anticipation, "no he hasn't." 

"But other guys have fucked your arse; haven't they." He cackled again as two or three inches of cock made their way into my bowels. "Haven't they?" 

I was now biting my lip and had my eyes tightly closed to mask the pain his huge cock was causing; but needed to confess to him.

"Yes....yes one." I winced as his full cock filled my arse up tight; "one or.....two."

"When was that?" My nephew cackled as he slowly pulled his cock back to the entrance then plunged it back in making me puff my cheeks out.

"When I was at College." I whispered. 

Lewis was now buggering me with ease and had raised my chest off the table to play with my swinging titties.

"How many times did yer do it with them?" He laughed as he tugged my stiff nipples.

"I don't know....can't remember," I growled as his cock battered against something deep inside me.

"Yer really are a dirty cow." He laughed as he spanked my arse with his free hand. "My sweet Auntie Courtney can't remember how many times she's had her arse fucked! Who'd have fucking believed that?" 

"Four.....I think." I panted; "no ....five. I think." He was right I'd been a right slut at College, fucking anything with a cock; I really wasn't fussy and found that I had a skill for sucking cocks but loved fucking too and it was a bonus when my tutor had wanted to fuck my arse...it made me feel deliciously dirty; just like my teenage nephew was doing now.

I'd lost all sense of time but felt we must have been fucking for nearly half an hour and I couldn't remember that last time Jim had gone over 5 minutes! I was amazed at his stamina but grateful for the staying power of youth!

As if he'd read my mind Lewis began grunting and really pulling at my tits and nipples when he withdrew his long cock and grabbed my forearm.

"I'm gonna spurt." He grunted as I looked over my shoulder, "Get on yer knees." 

My arse hole was aching and on fire as I rolled off the table and knelt before my teenage nephew.

"Open yer mouth." He growled as his hand began rubbing his angry looking cock. 

My heart was on the verge of exploding when it dawned on me what he was going to do. I opened my mouth and held my head back as I cupped my titties while Lewis pointed his long cock at my face.




Courtney the Cougar Aunt



I had a couple of boyfriends at College who liked to cum on my tits but the last time had been an accident in a car with a friend not long after I'd got married. Jim, my husband had always thought it 'a waste' and had always ejaculated inside me so having my nephew blow his load on my face and tits was going to be a treat I hadn't had in years.

"Yeh...yeh....fuck...fuck...FUCK!" My nephew groaned as his hand became a blur and the first big dollop of hot jizz landed across my face then he moved forward as the second spurt landed in my mouth followed by a third on my left boob. "Oh fuck...fuck...oh...ooh... God...aaahhhgghh." Lewis moaned as he drained his trouser snake into my mouth. 

Satisfied that he had nothing left I swallowed what was in my mouth and purred "Mmmmm." Before scooping the excess onto my fingers and licking it off much to his delight. 

When I finally stood up Lewis was standing opposite me and grinning like the Devil.

"That was fun." He smirked as I grimaced when I stood upright because my arse was on fire. "Did you enjoy it?"

My arse now felt like it was on fire but I couldn't stop myself rubbing my clitty in from of the teen as I nodded and smiled. 

"Of course I did; you naughty boy." I giggled as my fingers furiously rubbed my nubbin. As my orgasm built up I raised a foot onto a kitchen chair and forced three fingers into my pussy as my thumb hit my clit until my orgasm swept up from my toes and I pulled my fingers out before manically rubbing the button until a gush of lady juice splashed onto the kitchen floor!

"What the fuck was that?" Lewis whistled as he tugged at his still stiff dick.

"It's not only boys who can cum." I giggled as I strained for breath and licked my fingers clean. 

My nephew was ready to go again but I looked at my watch and realized I needed to collect my daughter from nursery and I needed to get cleaned up.



Courtney The Crazed Athlete



After a refreshing day at the golf course in which Vince sunk an eighty-yard chip for birdie, we decided to celebrate the shot of his life with a trip to I-Lounge. I had always been a fan of I-Lounge. It wasn't a huge club, but it had a certain dynamic that made it perfect for my style. I loathe bars that are simply one giant room. The animal in me thinks it essential to hit on girls without the whole damn place as witnesses. I-Lounge was different; there were six separate areas where I could work: a smoking patio, a bar area, a dance floor, a bathroom line, a hallway, and a back bar area. Girls in any one area couldn't observe the other areas. Hopping from one space to the next gave me a fresh start no matter how many times I got shot down. I could get rejected in one area, and then slither my way into the next, and no one would know. 

After four rejections, I made eye contact with a reclusive-but-sexy brunette with fishnet stockings sitting in the corner of the smoking patio. She was sitting next to her two blonde friends who were connected at the mouth to two surfer-looking dudes. The brunette had her purse where an open seat would have been, so after making eye contact, I pointed to the purse. She smiled and quickly put it on her lap. I sat down. 

Me: "Who are you?"

Her: "I'm Courtney. Who are you?"

Me: "I'm Dave. Are these two girls your friends?"

Her: "Yeah, they've been making out with these douchebags all night. Who are you here with?"

Me: "A couple friends. They're inside. Why are you drinking a Red Bull?" 

Her: "I'm the designated driver."

Me: "Aww you're so responsible. Are you a nurse also?"

Her: "Huh? What? No, why?"

Me: "The last girl I knew who drank Red Bull was a nurse, but she had issues—something about hamsters."

Her: "What the fuck? No, I'm not a nurse. I'm currently jobless. What do you do?"

Me: "I teach math." 

We talked for another thirty minutes about jobs, hair, fingernails, bracelets, phone numbers, and living arrangements until her friends got up hand-in-hand with their guys and declared they were leaving. "Get his number and tell him to come out with us tomorrow," one of them told Courtney. She gave me a kiss on the cheek, and we agreed to hang out the next night. 

Shortly after she left, I received a text from Vince telling me he was leaving. Even though there was still over a half-hour until closing time, I left with him and called it a night. 

While my break-up with Kelly may have turned me off to the notion of girlfriends, I'm always open to testing the waters. Aside from her striking looks, twenty-one-year-old Courtney was cool as fuck. When I meet girls like her and can sense a connection, a tingly feeling of excitement brews deep within. A relationship suddenly becomes a possibility. I do want to get married one day and have kids; but I value my independence, and I don't settle. Something inside me was telling me Courtney could be special. 

Excited, I quickly masturbated and went to bed, drunk. 

Still buzzed, I awoke that morning at 6:45 because I had to pee. The shitty thing about drinking is that I will always wake the next morning at an unfavorable time like 6:45, which renders my sleeping abilities useless for at least the next half hour. I lay in my bed, exhausted but unable to even doze, for another ten minutes when my phone rang. I looked at the red digits on my alarm clock—7:00 a.m. precisely. Then I grabbed my phone off the bed stand. It was Courtney.

Me: "Hello?"

Her: "Hello-hello! What are you doing?"

Me: "Lying down. What about you?"

Her: "No one will drink with me!"

Me: "Really? What idiots! I'll drink with you; come over."

Her: "Yay! Okay, do you have a community pool or something?"

Me: "Uh, no, but I have a spa."

Her: "Okay, perfect. How do I get there?"

I gave her directions and hung up. Just like that, the "tingly feeling" I'd had for this girl quickly transformed into "just another fuck." Who booty-calls someone at seven in the morning? I didn't think of the causes. I prepared for the effects. I hopped out of bed and went straight to the bathroom to do some touch-up manscaping and take a shower. 

After showering, I cleaned up my room some, which consisted of me shoving my heap of dirty clothes into a compact wedge in the corner in addition to tossing my four pairs of shoes in the closet, and checking for any leftover female jewelry and condom wrappers. I then threw on my board-shorts and a red T-shirt, and waited in bed. 

Courtney stumbled out of a freshly washed black Explorer. She looked much sexier than the previous night. She had shed the reclusive look for a look-at-me look. She wore a purple top, an exposed bra, and low-riding jeans—no underwear—while flaunting a tatted left arm along with another tattoo creeping up from her waistline. "Shots!" was the first thing out of her mouth. My mind came up with a few plausible hypotheses for the attractive human being who was about to enter my house and probably fuck me:

1) She hadn't slept, and after dropping off her sex-bound friends, had taken drugs, partied some more, and then driven to my house under some form of intoxication.

2) She had slept but was a raging alcoholic and began drinking as soon as she woke. 

3) She was sweet and wanted to spend the entire day with me because she "really felt a connection last night."

I immediately crossed off hypothesis 3 because I realized this was real life. Then I crossed hypothesis 2 off because she was too hot to be calling a guy she had just met; she had to have other early-morning fuck buddies. It had to be hypothesis 1. 

When she got inside, I grabbed a beer and gave her a shot of tequila as requested. "Have you been partying all night?" I asked.

"My friends were fucking those guys at the hotel, so I drove down to my friend's place in Newport and partied there for a while."

"You haven't slept have you?"

"Sleeping's for losers." Three seconds later, she downed the shot.

For the next twenty-five minutes in the living room, I listened to nonstop jabbering about how she got a partial track scholarship to USC, but her loser boyfriend introduced her to cocaine, which subsequently sent her life spiraling to the gutter. I could tell she played some kind of sport. Her arms were wiry but well defined, and her stomach was flat; her hipbones stretched her low-riding jeans to create a space down the front. I could just make out the upper stubble of her shaved vagina. 

When she finally got to the events of the last five hours, she explained how her friends were mad at her for no reason and how some guy named Jeff was "such a fucking faggot." She repeated the story two and a half times. Then mid-story she abruptly stopped and demanded I heat up the spa. When we got outside, I realized I'd never worked the spa. I went around the side and flipped some switches, but my efforts were hopeless. My roommate and landlord, KG, was upstairs, but like every normal person, he was sleeping on this hot Saturday morning. 

Courtney sat in a white plastic outdoor chair smoking a cigarette as I toyed with the switches. "Hurry the fuck up!" she yelled. A cackle followed. 

Fed up and not excited about getting in hot water on a hot morning, I lied, "I don't think it works."

"Oh my God. Can you wake your roommate? Maybe he knows," she said, flicking her cigarette. 

"Okay, calm down. I'll see if he's awake."

KG eventually came down on his own time and got the spa working, but it was going to take at least an hour to heat up. In the meantime, Courtney took two more shots. As KG cooked himself breakfast, Courtney babbled the same Jeff-is-a-faggot story to KG, twice. KG fake listened, nodding his head and saying "Uh huh" repeatedly. When he finished cooking an egg sandwich, Courtney snatched it from the plate and asked, "Oh! Can I have this?" Irritated but not showing it, he let her take it. 

Having sympathy for KG's hunger, I took Courtney upstairs to my room. I wasn't stoked on fucking her, but after making out with her, she took off her pants. My dormant sexual desires suddenly went aflame again. Just as I was putting on the condom, she exclaimed, "Wait! I haven't had sex in five months. Your dick is going to hurt."

"Okay, want me to go slow?" I asked.

"Yeah."

She wasn't lying. She was a small girl and probably a slut, but she blew away my expectations. She had the tightest pussy I'd ever had. I couldn't even fuck her properly because she yelped every time I went too fast. I had to fuck her so slow that I couldn't even get off. I finally jerked off on her back—despite noticing a brown particle in her asshole—after fucking her from behind. 

After sex, insanity ensued. We went downstairs to the kitchen. KG had already taken off, so we now had the house to ourselves. She checked her phone, didn't see a single message, and then yelled, "Fucking Jeff! It's all his fault! I have no friends because of him." I let her be. As she looked around the house starry-eyed, her eyes grazed over me. "And where the fuck am I? Irvine? And I just had sex! With you! Who the fuck are you?"

I smiled.

"No, seriously, who the fuck are you?" Her body lurched forward. 

"Uh," I muttered. 

"Fuck! I told myself I wouldn't have sex until I had a boyfriend, and I just wasted it on you!"

I made a face as if to show confusion, trying desperately not to laugh.

Her eyes darted to the backyard window. "And we didn't even go in the fucking spa!" she screamed.

I listened to another ten minutes of her self-deprecating soliloquies. When she'd finally cooled off, she asked me, "What are you doing today?"

It was almost noon at that point, and an annual "Beer Olympics"—a giant day party in Costa Mesa—was beginning in about two hours. When I told Courtney about it, she flipped out.

"Oh, so you'd rather play fucking beer pong than hang out with me?"

I tried to reason with her but it was hopeless. Then she threatened to leave. Normally, I'd let the girl go, but this girl was far too shit-faced to drive for my conscience to allow it. "You're not driving; I'll drive you home." I took a shower to wash her sex off, leaving the bathroom door open just in case she tried to leave or started breaking things. In the midst of washing my cock and balls, the shower curtain whooshed open, and Courtney began yelling at me again.

"Are you seriously playing beer pong instead of kicking it with me?" she whined.

"It's not just beer pong," I said.

"Well, can I go?"

"No, it's an all-guy thing," I lied, still scrubbing my genitals. 

"I don't mind." 

"I don't know. We'll see."

She closed the curtain door and said, "Hurry up, I want you to fuck me again."

When I returned to my room, Courtney was naked, lying spread eagle with a mischievous smile slinking across her face. "Fuck me now," she demanded. I had just taken a shower to wash off her sex, so even though I was tempted, I refrained. "I don't have any more condoms," I lied.

"Then find one. I want you to fuck me."

"I need a condom."

"FUCK ME!!"

"I can't. We need to go."

"What the fuck? Guys out there would die to fuck me, and here I am begging you to fuck me. Are you fucking stupid?" She sat up.

"Let's go."

"No, I'm not going anywhere until you fuck me," she said, spreading her legs wider. 

I got an idea. "Okay, let's go buy some condoms on the way home. Do you have a bed?"

"Yeah."

"Okay, We'll buy some condoms, and then I'll fuck you on your bed. Let's go." I had done it. She got up and put her clothes on. 

The Beer Olympics were at my buddy's apartment complex in Costa Mesa, and Courtney conveniently lived in Costa Mesa also. I figured I'd drop her off and have a friend pick me up from her place. Off we went. 

Even though the outside of her car was freshly washed, the inside looked like a large poker tournament had just taken place. There were dozens of cigarette butts, dirt, old fast food bags, loose change, water bottles, and at least ten empty Cherry Coke cans. Courtney grabbed some CDs from the side compartment and threw on one of her mixes. She skipped over to track six. I was expecting something new and original. Instead, she played that Black Eyed Peas song that had been on the radio for seven months: "Boom Boom Pow." She put it on full blast and started singing along. What a loser. 

The OC fair was clogging up the freeways, so I took the back roads. Courtney took out a cigarette but had left her lighter at my house. Her crankiness escalated to new levels. Not only did she want condoms, but now she demanded food, booze, and a lighter. I told her not to worry; I'd find her a liquor store.

After passing Newport Golf Course, the same golf course that started this crazy chain of events, I made a right toward the 55-freeway into a neighborhood. Courtney freaked out. "Where the fuck are you going?"

"Newport Boulevard. There's a liquor store there."

"What! You can't go to Newport Boulevard. That has the worst traffic!"

"No, it's fine now. We already passed the fair."

"No! Are you fucking crazy? TURN AROUND! NOW!"

Every ounce of my patience had gone out the window. I snapped. "Okay, you know what? FUCK THIS. I'm out of here." I stopped the car, took the keys out of the ignition, opened my door, and threw the keys on the seat. I walked away from the car. When I turned around, Courtney had gotten out of the car perhaps quicker than I had, and she was yelling.

"Where the fuck are you going? I can't get another DUI!" she screamed.

"Then call a fucking cab. I'm done."

Before I knew it, she was sprinting after me. Suddenly I found myself sprinting down the block also, running in a combination of adrenaline and hilarity. I looked back. She was still chasing me! But I was beginning to separate myself. Two years ago, her USC track body would have probably caught up to me. Now she was no match. Thanks, cocaine. Off in the distance behind me, I heard her final yell: "You fucking pussy!" I never looked back. I made a right turn and hid behind a wall just in case she tried to run me over. 

A few minutes later I received three texts from her:

You could have kicked it with me but instead you chose beer pong.

Fuck you!

Ur a piece of shit.

It took me an hour to walk to Beer Olympics, but I made it intact and had a fine day of partying ahead. And to think, there once was a time when I put Courtney and the word "relationship" in the same honest thought. Instead, she became the main character of this story.