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Hard Times

By: Xamphos



Jack parked his BMW at the kerb just below the house in the private close. He took his time to adjust his cuffs and arrange his tie. It may have looked like personal grooming but this little ritual gave him time to assess the neighbourhood. Well manicured lawns, paved drives with individual brick or stone features to identify the property. A driveway which lead to a double garage, with a 4 x 4 and a sports saloon parked outside. He had no remorse for the couple he was about to see. Ostentatious, overstretched and suddenly out of luck. 

He had already valued the property, he knew the offer he was to make, the rest depended on the vendor. She sounded sexy, she sounded desperate, she sounded like Jack's kind of customer. When ever there was a down turn in the economy Jack's fortunes rose. He always invested in property as the market bottomed and sold at its peak. It was his good fortune to have independent means and who he bought from and who he sold to, were dependant on the deal they could offer.

Today he was a buyer, if he chose. The house was good, the area was established and buoyant, the vendor out of their depth. A quick profit in a rapidly expanding business venture had given them the cash to gamble. Well now it was time to call in the chips and the market for their business had shrunk. Jack at 50 had seen it so many times before, he loved recession it was so good for his profits.

He rang the doorbell, Samantha, call me Sam answered his call. She was as he guessed, 35 with dark hair, that fell in tresses about her shoulders. A natural tan, from the nearby coast, he had heard they had a boat for sale as well. Dark brown eyes, that looked a little watery, a soft wide mouth, reddened with shiny lip gloss, and gold jewellery which hung from her neck, and wrists. She wore a simple A line dress which ended just above the knee, with a concealed zipper and short slit at the back. The material was cotton, with a broad weave in a natural colour which looked beige to his untutored eye. She had on low brown heels which tautened her tanned calves, Jack felt a deal coming on inside of his pants.

Sam extended her red nail varnished hand, towards Jack. He grasped the soft flesh studying her long fingers and immaculate nails. He touched the back of her hand to his lips. He felt the tension in her wrist, but her smile remained fix.

'Do come inside Mr O'Brien.'

'Jack please call me Jack.' He said pulling her close to him so his body brushed her bosom as he walked into the room. He made a point of casting his eye about the entrance hall. It was pretty much what he expected, pastel light colours, with a mirror and a coat stand, some fresh flowers to add colour and scent, and a series of doors leading to the living space. Jack understood his assessment was important to the vendor, hesitation helped to broker any later deal. He remained non committal he knew suspense would help with his bargaining.

'Can you show me the rest of the house Mrs Fitzgerald, we'll start with the ground floor.'

He released Sam's hand, and waited for her direction. Familiarity then diffidence it helped to give Jack the control he needed. 'Jack please do not be so formal remember my name is Sam.' She said leading him by the arm. 'Let me take you to the kitchen, the heart of the house. Can I offer you some coffee or tea?'

Jack smiled inwardly, the old coffee trick often shown on makeover programmes as the deal breaker. It would take more than coffee to get Jack to sign a cheque today. But the room smelt warm, and the fragrance of hot coffee, encouraged him to take a cup.

He looked at the room, filled with appliances and gadgets, he knew none of them were paid for yet. He studied the hob, the oven, Sam was no cook this was bought for show. Sam handed him a black coffee, it tasted good, there was nothing like a caffeine fix to help him through the day.

He allowed her to guide him through the downstairs room of the house. There was a lounge, a dining room, a conservatory and a family room that led off the garage. Sam had children, both at school who had been cajoled into being tidy for Jack's inspection. Sam showed him the garden from the conservatory, a soft rolling landscape of half an acre, which flowed in a gentle S shape away from the house, pocketed with perennial flowers and herbaceous borders leading to a screen of trees at the edge of their land. 

Jack had seen enough what he wanted now was the view from Sam's bedroom, but he allowed himself to be led through the other upstairs rooms first. He was cool diffident in his appraisal. He commented on the individual decoration of the children's rooms, noted the practical bathroom and en suite. Jack knew his price but he made Sam imagine it set lower.

Sam eventually led Jack into her bedroom. He looked across to the net covered windows and the view of the garden beyond. Before him was a raised metal bedstead, with beautiful white linen duvet etched with lace and purple flowers, with a white sheet underneath. To the side was a wardrobe with a full length mirror and adjacent to the window was a small dressing table. On the wall of the ensuite was a tall chest of drawers. Jack looked about the bright airy room with the sunlight streaming in. He made some rudimentary notes and briefly looked into their en-suite, he noted the laundry basket and the white satin soiled panties laying on the edge. 

Sam also noted her panties with their sheer front, and satin edges on display, blushing she knocked them into the basket and out of Jack's view. He looked to the ceiling and the bathroom fittings without comment. He then returned to the bedroom routinely opening the chest of drawers.

Sam watched him a quizzical look on her face, but her situation made her reticent to question Jack's actions. Jack smiled opening each drawer as if he were making a bid for the furniture rather than the house. The contents of each drawer were neatly folded and ordered, tops, socks, sweatshirts and underwear. He looked towards Sam standing awkwardly beside her bed. As he stood he could see the pert swell of her ass projected onto both the dressing table and wardrobe mirror. He could see her weight shifting, he watched her buttocks clench with each movement. 

Her breathing was becoming a little erratic although her face remained impassive a grin firmly fixed, but he could see her eyes watching as his hand delved into the open underwear draw, his fingers feeling the soft satin of the bras and panties neatly folded in there. He knew she would say nothing, he knew he was her last resort before the bailiffs came.

'You live well Sam, you dress well too is that where your little problem comes from?'

He closed the drawer and rested his weight back against the chest, he folded his hands across his groin, he could already feel his cock stiff pushing back against his open palm. He so loved being able to ask about people's private life. Sam drew a deep breath, he loved the way her chest rose, pulling the dress with it. So it was only the start of her thigh which was revealed but it did confirm his impression of the shape of her legs. Tapered with an even soft tan, his eye travelled to the mirror, he could see the backs of her knees and a little more thigh showing in the split of her skirt.

'It is just cash flow really Jack. We had a good business, we still do, but people are not paying, we have future business but nothing to support it. The banks as always are useless, they loan you the first amount then got cold feet when you need to buy time. We have economised. Our 4 x 4 is for sale, unfortunately so are many others. We have been able to place our children at a local school for the new term, which will be so much better for them. Help them to get grounded within the community. It is so unfair, people who sit around and laze get everything, whilst we are penalised for trying. There is no one to help us. No one who wants to help us. Which is why we came to you Jack. You are a businessman. You have a reputation for your fair dealing. I know the house is not worth it's peak price and there are considerations.'

Jack held up his hand. He did not want to hear her sales pitch. He knew the price and she had to understand, that would all there was on offer.

'Sam. I a also have a reputation for plain speaking. This is a nice property, but it is expensive. There are not many who have the money at this point to consider something like this. Your home in the current market is worth half its value, because there is no one to buy it is the law of supply and demand just like the 4 x 4 on the drive. My property portfolio is pretty solid, I don't normally stray into this upper market, but I like you. I like what you are trying to achieve. But I am not a charity. The price I will pay on a rent back scheme should clear current overheads and remove you from foreclosure. I have two other properties to look at today, all similar to what I have seen here. One is a young couple, he is the one making the deal. The other older, in a way I feel quite sorry for them. Their pension fund disappeared. So if you want to be the one who gets the second chance there has to be something to make it worth my while.'

Sam went to the window and looked out of the curtains, he eyes following the line of the grass to the trees. She watched as a bird flew up from one of the distant branches and circled the close.

'I love this house Jack. It is what I have always dreamed of. I like this area. I do not want to move. My family are safe here, we are part of the community. Is that true for the others you are going to see?'

Jack looked at her face, she was looking forward onto the landscape. He looked at the light falling onto her cheek casting a shadow onto her long smooth neck. The chains of gold about her neck glistened in the dappled light falling through the net. He could see the line of her bra through the back of her dress. He could see the bands of elastic, that gripped and fastened across her back. His eyes drifted down her back, to the round swell of her hips. He licked his dry lips and gripped his stiff cock through his trousers.

'Your husband Sam, he has always left you to deal with the negotiations, why is that?'

'Pride I guess. He still wants to succeed, he still wants to make this thing work. He is so busy trying to get people to pay, get new sales. He won't give in Jack.'

'No other reason? The young couple I am going to see, the lad is as ambitious as your husband. His wife is pretty, they have a young child, yet she does not have same commitment as you. Did you think you would make a better negotiator? Did he think you could offer something else to ensure the deal?'

Jack eased his weight off of the chest of drawers and stood straight. He let his hands slip to his side, his erection was creating a firm bulge in his trousers. Sam remained still looking onto the garden. Jack reached into his jacket pocket and produced a cheque book. He wrote onto the amount he was prepared to pay. He stepped behind Sam, his cock mere millimetres from her taut round buttocks. He placed his hand on Sam's shoulder. She trembled and looked down to the amount he had written.

'All that can be yours today Sam. I know it is not what you expected, but it will keep you in this house for as long as you want. You just have to prove to me, you want to do business.'

Sam looked at the cheque. He was right with some economies they could survive their problem and no one would need know they no longer owned the house only rented it from Jack. She felt a mixture of relief and disappointment. She had hoped it would be better than this. 

'Jack it is a fair price. I know we are not in a position to haggle. We'll sign the house over to you.'

'Only if I still want it.'

Sam for the first time turned to face Jack. She was shocked to find him so close. Her body brushed against his hand, her thigh had caught his leg. His breath blew on her cheek. She felt intimidated by his body, and his eyes that were staring deep into hers. 

Sam raised her slim tanned arm to cover her face, she dipped her head down and ducked to the side skimming past Jack. She found herself in the corner, between the dressing table and the bed. Sam turned her back to Jack. She could not understand. He made an offer for the house and then said he did not want it. Why had he been so close to her? Why did he have that strange look on his face? Jack began to tremble inside he loved this part, this moment when he was able to revel in his power. Women like Sam rarely came into Jack's social sphere. He was normally dealing, with the single mother's, the divorced women, who did not have Sam's class, Sam's look, or a drawer full of pretty satin panties. He could see in the mirror, Sam's face drain of colour. He saw the slight hint of a tear, a trace of despair, when he had shown her the amount on the cheque then taken it away.

'I don't understand Jack. You showed me the amount you were prepared to pay. I thought you wanted the house. Please don't play games with me Jack. This is my life, my family's future. It is not funny if this is your idea of a joke.'

Jack slipped off his jacket and hung it on the metal post of the bed. He saw the questioning look on her face in the mirror. He placed his hands on the top of Sam's arms, looping his fingers over onto her shoulder he pulled her body back onto him. He felt her buttocks graze his cock. Sam wriggled to push away from his pulsing erection. He could smell the fragrance of her hair, feel its softness against his cheek. She squirmed in his hands, as he pressed his chest into her back.

'This is not a game Sam. To put it plainly, the money is the same for any of the houses, I see today. Financially I have the same deal. Now why do you think your husband left you to deal with me alone? Because you are the better financier or because you are a pretty woman? You look good Sam, you smell good, and you feel good too. Now your husband thought you could persuade me into a deal. I am open to offers, but to speak plainly. It has to be you on this bed now. Or me and my cheque walk down the road.

That young mother, will do what her husband tells her, and the older couple have a grand daughter who is concerned for their future well being. Now then Sam, do you really want the neighbours to know you can no longer afford to live here. That you had to send your children to the local school because you are in arrears at their private school? How would that be for your aspirations? All I need to complete this deal is a little arrangement. An arrangement which could affect your rental payments too. Now in that drawer you have some very pretty satin panties, I think you are probably wearing a pair now. So you bend over the dressing table and I will take a look a long slow detailed look. You perform a few other special services for me, and I will complete that cheque.'

Jack's hand slid across Sam's heaving bosom, to rest under her quivering chin. Her flesh was smooth, and hot. Her perfume filled his nostrils. He turned her lips towards his, Jack's tongue flicked across the red lip gloss and lashed her even white teeth. Sam tried to pull her mouth away. Jack's other hand had slipped about her waist was pressing her back into his body, as he held her face by her chin.

'Now Sam, a kiss to seal our contract.'

'No please. I .....'

'I walk Sam. Kiss me or I walk and you are on your own, to do as you please.'

Sam closed her eyes and parted her lips. She shivered as Jack's slippery tongue shot into her mouth, darting deep towards her throat. She struggled for breath as his lips engulfed hers, she could feel the urgent thrust of his cock against her hip as he turned her towards him. His breath was hot, and his hands were eager in their exploration of her struggling body. His fingers ran down her side, pinching at her breast, stroking her hip and then probing against her abdomen as he felt for her pussy, through the cotton of her dress.

Jack spun her around to face him. His hand shifting from her chin to her hair, bunching the tresses into his fist and pulling them back behind her. Her neck strained, and bent back as his lips kissed the smooth taut surface. She felt his lips graze her nape. 

'No please. Don't bite me. Please don't bruise me.'

'What's the matter? Don't you want your husband knowing the price of the roof over his head. Or are bite marks a little too common for a woman like you. Maybe I should leave my mark in a place a little more private. Where only a few will see.'

Jack spun Sam around to rest her hands onto the dressing table. He looked into the mirror she could see the look of disgust on her face. She tried to plead with him.

'Jack. Do you...Do I... Do we really have to?'

Jack placed his hand on the back of her head, pushing her lower down on to the dresser. He pulled her hips back towards him and Sam buried her face into the smooth veneer surface of the top.

'No more questions, just do as you are told.'

Jack eased onto his knees. The back of Sam's dress had ridden a little revealing the back of her thighs. He rested his face into the round contours of her buttocks as he slowly slid his hands up Sam's legs. He enjoyed inching his fingers over the soft flesh, as his hands slid under the dress he began to push it higher up her legs, till the backs of her thighs were visible. He dipped his face down and ran his tongue over her thigh, his face burrowing in between her legs till he reached the silky glow of her inner thigh. He pushed the dress up higher toward her hip slowly the edge of panties came into view. Oyster coloured satin with a gray blue lace trim. Under the satin he could see the round mounds of buttocks and the deep valley between.

He kissed the under side of her ass where the elastic cut across to form the V panel of her high leg panties. He traced the diagonal line of fabric till it reached the thin string of her waistband. As his lips roamed over her buttock, hip and thigh, his thumb was pressed up against the satin covering her anus, and his fingers explored the slick groove hidden beneath the satin crotch.

' This Sam is what I expect of when I collect my rent. Darling pretty panties and a pussy available to my touch and use. Do you understand me?'

Jack sat back studying the round ass before him and the long tanned tapering legs. Sam remained still her eyes closed her head resting on the dressing table. Jack raised his hand, he delivered several quick slaps to Sam's ass.

'Do you understand?'

Sam raised her flushed red face and replied to her reflection. 

'Yes I understand.'

Jack knelt up on his knees, grabbing her hair he pulled her face toward him. He kissed her lips again his tongue probing her mouth as his fingers pushed up against the opening of her pussy. 

'Do you like it rough Sam? I can make it rough for you if you want. I can be more gentle though. Stand up face me.'

Sam stood up not replying to his question. Her dress began to ease down her legs, she moved to smooth the front down. But his hands gripped her thighs preventing her completing the move.

'I want your dress up. I want to look at your panties some more. Lift your dress up to your waist. Now part your legs. That is good. Just like that.'

Jack's hand slipped to grip her buttock, as his other pulled her panties to one side, exposing her trimmed dark pussy. He kissed her mound as his fingers rubbed against her clitoris. She felt dry. He kissed her labia, wetting them with his tongue. He rubbed his saliva into her pussy, and eased his fingers in side of her. He continued to kiss and lick till her hips began to respond. With his finger inside of Sam he looked up. Her eyes were shut, her head was hung down. She had not welcomed the response her body was giving to his attention.

Jack released her and stood up. He began to undress as Sam stood, her dress gathered at the waist, her legs spread about, her image reflected in both surfaces of the mirror he could see her from all angles. Soon she would be able to see his cock as it fucked her tanned body.


Hard Times



Times are tough. Gary knew that was the case for most people these days. Those that are fortunate enough to be in a stable situation should be going the extra mile to help friends and family that are having a hard time financially. He tried to keep reminding himself of this after his wife Sandy told him that her younger sister Ashley was going to be moving in with them after losing her job a couple of months ago and struggling to keep her head above water. 

"I promise it will only be for a few months at the longest. She really needs the help and I would be sure to show my gratitude in very creative ways. Besides wouldn't it be nice to have another sexy lady around the house to keep your mind occupied?" Sandy questioned as she curled up next to him on the couch. She ran her hand seductively up and down his leg and gently kissed his neck and swiftly moved up to nibble on his earlobe. 

Gary's mind was racing. It wasn't that he didn't like Ashley; on the contrary she was a nice person. She was smart, funny, and very flirty and at only 20 years old she seemed to have a pretty good head on her shoulders. Sandy also was not kidding about Ashley being beautiful. He remembered how Ashley used to parade around in almost nothing when he was dating Sandy and the sisters lived together in their apartment. Ashley would often push the boundaries of flirting with him often right in front of her sister, probably because she knew the closeness her and her sister shared and that she would not mind some harmless teasing. But, Gary just could not get past the idea of having someone else live with them in their house for an extended period of time. Sandy broke Gary's concentration as her hand drifted slowly up from Gary's leg and started rubbing his cock through his boxers. 

"Oh my big strong man is lost in his thoughts, huh?" She purred as she stroked his now hardening dick. "What can we do sweetie, we can't leave her out on the streets can we? I don't want to upset you too much honey, how can I make I better for you?" She cooed softly stroking a little faster. She traced her tongue down his neck slowly pulled up his tee shirt and began licking his hardened nipples. 

"I will really owe you for this honey and I will be sure to pay you back every night." She eased his dick out of his boxers, lowered her head down and started to lick the head of his cock. Slowly, she traced her tongue around the head in circles while still pumping his shaft. She then licked from the bottom of his balls to the top of the head.

"Ok, she can stay with us!" Escaped his lips before he knew what he was saying and she totally engulfed his dick in one fell swoop.

3 Weeks Later

Ashley had moved in 2 weeks ago. She had accumulated a surprisingly large amount of stuff for one person and the move consisted of putting personal items in her room (formerly Gary's guest room) and storing furniture and other large items in their basement. However Gary had to admit the move and the past two weeks had been easier than he anticipated. Ashley was a joy to have around the house. Her bubbly upbeat personality kept the mood light and the times fun. It was obvious that she was trying to be as unobtrusive as possible. Often when Gary and Sandy were watching television in the family room Ashley would go to her room and read a book or find other excuses to give them alone time. She often cleaned up and made dinner while they were at work. Gary also had to admit that he liked the attention and flirting Ashley had been bestowing on him. Just like old times she would find ways to make personal contact, maintain eye contact and laugh at his stupid jokes. But, the one thing that caught Gary's attention the most was how her clothing around the house seemed to get more and more sparse as time passed. When she first moved in she would be found at night in full pajamas, but as the weeks progressed she could now be found often wearing nothing more than a silky shirt and panties. 

Gary couldn't help but admire Ashley's appearance. She was tall at 5"10' and had long wavy auburn colored hair that cascaded past her long neck and to the middle of her back. She had a slim but athletic body with good muscle tone. Her breasts were firm and perfect sizing at approximately 36C. When she walked away it was hard not to admire her firm ass. She had delicate facial features and stunningly bright blue eyes. In truth, the eyes were the only features the two sisters shared. This is not to say that his wife was not beautiful. Sandy was shorter than Ashley at 5"7' and had shorter brown hair. His wife reminded him a little of Demi Moore before the actresses' boob job since Sandy had nice 34B breasts. He often found it hard not to be distracted by these beautiful ladies being around the house.

Concentration was definitely not a problem one Saturday morning as he sat at the kitchen table eating breakfast. Ashley was carrying a bowl of cereal and some juice to the table when she stumbled and spilled it all on the floor. 

"Damn! I am such a klutz in the morning" she exclaimed and grabbed a towel and started cleaning up the mess. 

Gary got up and grabbed some towels as well and then stopped dead in his tracks by what he saw. As Ashley bent over to clean the juice and milk off of the floor her pale blue night shirt had rode up and was exposing her finely toned ass to Gary. She was only wearing a black thong and as she was bent over Gary was able to admire every detail of her beautiful ass swinging in motion as she worked the towel. Gary also could see her thong covered mound as it swayed in beat to her cleaning. Then suddenly she turned and was now facing him. At this angle Gary had a perfect view down her night shirt. She was not wearing a bra and he saw down her cleavage and the sides of her tits and was mesmerized by their swaying as she wiped the floor. He could see a hint of her areolas as they swayed.

"I can't believe what an idiot I am. You are lucky that Sandy didn't get the klutz gene from our mother. I on the other hand got it in spades. Do you have more towels?" Ashley asked and looked up at Gary. 

While he was distracted he had forgotten that he had brought more towels for her and was holding them at his waist. Unfortunately the display he had just seen had caused his cock to enlarge and his erection was very noticeable in his loose boxers. He watched as Ashley's eyes moved from the towels to his tented boxers and down her shirt before a small knowing smile creased her seductive lips. 

"Thanks Gary, you know I hate being all wet like this and not being able to do anything about it," she said with a smile and took the towels from his hands. She then moved her gaze back to his tented boxers and continued to wipe up the floor. Things around the house seemed to change from that day on. 

The Workout

Things were getting interesting around the house since his sister Ashley had moved in with him and his wife. Sandy had been keeping good to her word in satisfying Gary most nights in bed since her sister moved it. However, it had done little to stem Gary's every growing fascination with her sister. For her part Ashley was not doing much to help the situation. She continued to walk around in skimpy clothing, making physical contact and flirting with Gary. Sandy also noticed that just like when they were younger, Sandy didn't seem to mind Ashley's flirtation or skimpy clothing. Sandy would even joke sometimes with her to stop trying to give Gary blue balls. It all seemed like one big fun joke, but one Saturday afternoon things got more serious. Sandy had to fly to San Francisco for work one weekend leaving Gary and Ashley alone in the house. 

"Hey Gary, I am going to the exercise room to workout, do you feel like working out as well? If you think you can keep up with me that is?" Ashley asked teasingly. 

Gary thought about it for a second, he really did need to work off a few pounds and agreed "I am going to do a quick change and I will meet you in there." He went up stairs threw on some thin exercise shorts and a white tank top and headed over to the exercise room. He started to stretch and when Ashley entered the room and he thought his heart would stop beating.

Ashley was a vision as she sauntered into the room. She was wearing a two piece white spandex exercise outfit that left little to the imagination. The top was a thin sports bra that perfectly cupped her lovely breasts. The sports bra pushed her breasts together accentuating her cleavage and due to the bra's design they seemed to threaten to burst free at any moment. Her shorts were even better. The spandex shorts were also white and had a had a high leg cut covering only half of her wonderful ass and clinging to her form as tight as another layer of skin. Her hair was pulled back in a pony tail displaying her long lickable neck and highlighting her delicate porcelain like features. She gave Gary a quick smile as he inadvertently stared at her "You ready to rock?" 

"Uh...sure, what ...would you like to do first?" He stumbled trying to regain his composure. 

"Well, I think I will warm up on the elliptical and then do some work on the weights." Ashley offered and glided over to the elliptical machine. 

"Ok, I will do some time on the treadmill and then move to the weights as well." He walked over to the treadmill, climbed on and placed the setting on Warm Up.

The way the room was set up the Elliptical machine was set in the front right hand side of the room, the treadmill and rowing machine behind it and the free weights running the length of the left side of the room. He had a TV and stereo in the room to provide entertainment during exercise. 

"Mind if I put on some music?" Ashley asked fingering the stereo remote. 

"No, go right ahead just no Barry Manilow...okay?" Gary jested. 

Ashley giggled and put on some upbeat dance music. Shortly into the workout Gary realized he was in trouble. From his perspective he had a perfect view of Ashley's ass as she bounced up and down on the elliptical. He watched entranced for a good 10 minutes lost in the squeezing, pushing and bouncing of Ashley's wonderful ass as she exercised and swayed to the music. To add effect as she sweated white shorts became semi-translucent. So much so he could see much of the white thong that she was wearing underneath the shorts. Gary's blood pressure pumped almost in time to the bass of the music and he increased the speed of the treadmill to a jog to try and distract him from his wonderful view. 

Gary had never tried jogging with an erection before but he was getting some good practice now, without much success. He decided he better try and look away from Ashley for a while to help his condition so he looked straight ahead. This did not offer much assistance however as a mirror on the wall offered a frontal view of Ashley on the machine. He nearly fell off of the treadmill when he saw how transparent her top had become and how her large sweaty tits bounced gracefully up and down and she worked on the elliptical .Again he was lost in the view seeing her large dark brown areola's shimmering beneath the wet top. Her nipples protruding slightly and they bounced and swayed in the reflection. His erection was now full mast and flagrantly sticking straight out and protruding his loose gym shorts. He could feel the material starting to scrape the head of his penis irritating the skin as he ran. He decided he may have had enough of a good thing as his dick was starting to hurt and he tore his eyes away from Ashley's body. 

As he look up he noticed the Ashley was looking in the mirror too. For a second he thought he was caught and he flushed with embarrassment until he noticed that she was not looking at his face in the reflection. He followed her gaze and found that she was looking at his erection bouncing up and down as he ran. The look on her face was one pure lust. She eyed his cock as a person dying of thirst would eye a glass of water...needy, wanting and eager. This discovering did nothing to waken his erection and he instantly found himself harder than he could ever remember being. His dick pulsed and swelled as the knowledge that his sister was staring wantonly at his erect cock. He had to stop this and get off the treadmill as the pain of his erection, the exercise and the irritation was getting too much to handle. 

"I...I think I am going to start cooling down now." He announced and slowed the treadmill back to warm up. He watched as Ashley's trance seemed to be broken as well. 

"Ok, I think I am getting a little too hot over here as well. Once we cool down lets' move onto the weights. "Ashley stated breathlessly as she again quickly glanced down at Gary's shorts.

After 5 minutes of cool down they stopped their machines, toweled off and moved over to the free weights. Gary was trying to get refocused on his work out. He was thinking some work on the weights would be good for him right now. It seemed no matter how horny you may be, once you start lifting that is really the only thing you can focus on. He moved over to the bench press and started setting up bar with weights. 

"I am going to start with the bench press." He announced as he lay down on the bench and lined himself up under the weights. 

"Oh great, I have been wanting to try the bench press with free weights. I have only ever tried the machines at the gym and I hear the free weights are much better. Not sure I can be much help but let me spot you and once your sets are done you can spot me as well ok?" She explained and flashed her killer smile at him and moved up into position to help spot him as he lifted the weight.

"O..." was all that could escape Gary's lips as he looked up Ashley and tried to respond. Gary was laying down flat on the bench under the weights and Ashley was standing directly above him straddling his head with her legs open and positioned on each side of the bench. When Gary looked up he had a perfect up close and personal view of Ashley's crotch. The wet semi transparent spandex was clinging lewdly to Ashley's mound perfectly displaying her lips for his review. The spandex and thong had even creeped up some giving a camel toe effect. In addition with the wet material he could clearly make out some of the finer details of her pussy, so much so he could tell she was shaved.

"What was that Gary?" Ashley asked, jarring Gary back into real time.

"I just said OK." He was somehow able to mutter and he continued to stare at her luscious mound.

"Great, on three then...1, 2, 3," she announced and they lifted the weight in unison and Gary started his reps.

He was at about 7 in when he started to struggle. He had set up the bar with 250 lbs of weight. He was no body builder and this was a good amount of weight for him to work out with. If he was honest he would admit to trying to show off some for Ashley. In addition to the weight, Gary was having a hard time focusing on just lifting with the glorious display in front of him. 

"Come one Gary, give me some more!" Ashley started to chant. "Push it hard," she continued.

Combined with the view he was receiving and now her impassioned cries, Gary's semi hard shaft quickly sprung to full attention and once again tented his shorts. Lying on the bench he had no where to turn or hide his condition.

"Oh 8, that's it Gary give me more!" She continued. 

"9 push it harder big boy, do ...," she stopped mid sentence as Gary brought the weight down to his chest. He was really struggling at this point and now he could only imagine that she had stopped because she had seen his large erection obscenely tenting his gym shorts. His mind raced and his embarrassment flared as he looked up and saw her staring open mouthed at his crotch. He then started to push with all of his might to raise the weight from his chest but was finding he could not. He strained and strained but the weight was not rising. 

"Ash...need...help!" He could barely mutter straining under the weight. Ashley did not respond, still lost in her view.

"ASH!?!" Gary called feeling his strength starting to rapidly leave him.

Ashley seemed to snap out of her trance. "Oh God, sorry!" She grabbed the bar and started to pull up but was not making much progress. They struggled like this for a few seconds, pulling and yanking on the weights. 

"To the side!" Gary strained and started to push his right arm higher while lowering his left arm. Ashley moved quickly to assist him. As they lifted the bar up and flipped it over to the side landing on the ground with a loud bang. During this process Ashley lost her balance. She fell towards Gary on the bench and landed with her crotch was resting squarely on Gary's face. His surprised mouth was open and now surrounded her mound. He could taste her sweat and juices through the material and feel her warmth on his mouth. He could also feel hand grabbing at his crotch trying to find something to get her balance with. Her hand quickly grabbed and released his cock as she steadied herself. They spent seconds in this position but it felt like hours. Gary unable to help himself gave her mound a subtle lick through the material. He thought he heard a little moan before she adjusted her position and stood up. 

"Thanks, guess I bit off a little more than I could chew on that one." He joked wondering if she would catch his joke. 

"Yeah, guess so. Sorry for the belly flop while trying to help you. You have to be careful when you ask for help from chronic klutz." She laughed and gave him another smile that made him weak in the knees.

"Well, you can come to my rescue anytime." He twisted his back and grimaced a little. "I guess we should call it a day. I think I may have pulled a muscle." He mentioned, thinking he may have tweaked his back but there was definitely another muscle that he needed to go to the bathroom and massage as soon as possible. 

"Not so fast, you owe me a spot. I really want to try the free weights out. Even with your somewhat frightening display." She joked. 

"OK, but hopefully you can have better form than me." He went over and adjusted the weights on the bar to 60lbs and lifted it back to resting position on the bench. While Ashley was getting comfortable he turned around and pushed his now semi hard cock down to rest next to his right leg. He pinned it there with the elastic from the leg of his briefs. He figured his briefs should hold it down in case he gets another erection. The last thing he wanted to do right not was to be standing over his sister was a huge tent in his shorts. 

"Ok ready." Ashley mentioned as she reached up and grabbed the bar. 

Gary moved into position above her and they started the reps. Gary stood over Ashley and once again admired the view. Her tight almost see-through top was not doing much to hide her glorious breasts as they strained to raise the weight up and down. He had a much closer look now at her areolas. Through the material he could make out that her areolas were really huge, this was something that Gary found strangely alluring. The spandex was so tight he could also see the tiny bumps around her nipples. Her nipples seemed to be hard and protruding against the material. 

After a few reps Gary became aware that he was feeling a breeze on his dick. Looking down he could see his shorts had flared open some and as Ashley pushed and breathed out the air was hitting his dick. He also figured out that Ashley could probably see right up his shorts and view his cock with the angle she was at. Due to all of this stimulus it took until about rep 8 for him to be fully erect again. But because of his adjustment a few minutes ago his briefs were pushing his hard on directly down his leg and pointing directly at Ashley's face. He felt her warm breath on him and he knew he was only about 6 inches away from being incased by her full succulent lips. For two more sets he continued to leer at her body, enjoy knowing that she was willingly staring at his cock and lavishing in the sensation of her breath on him.




Hard Times



Ashley had started to quiver on the weight bench during the last set. She was straining on rep 10 when she finally go it up and decided to only do 10 instead of her planned 12. She rested the weight back on the bench. "I think I am done as well." She mentioned and started to sit upright. "I think we have both had enough excitement for the day. What do you say about a quick shower and a few laps in the pool?" She asked with her eyes twinkling. 

"Sure, meet you out there in a few." Gary knew he was in for a long day. 



Hard Times



Megan glanced at the clock as her friend on the phone laughed about the latest bit of gossip that they'd just shared. "I'm going to have to go, Angie. I have somebody coming to look at the basement in a few minutes."

"I can't believe you're taking in a boarder. I don't think I could have a stranger living in my house."

"I know," Megan agreed. "It's either that or lose the house, though." She shook her head, remembering how long she and her ex-husband had searched to find a place within their means. The payments on the house had been exactly that — right up until he'd run off with some twenty-year-old bimbo, leaving her high and dry.

Now, she was struggling more than when she'd first moved out of her parent's house almost twenty years ago. Forty, and barely making ends meet.

"Well, good luck."

"See you at the gym tomorrow. Bye."

Megan hung up the phone and contemplated what she was wearing. She had absolutely no idea how to dress for this. A shrug accompanied the decision that she may as well just stick with the top and jeans she was wearing. Whoever ended up living in the basement may as well get used to her normal at-home attire, because both bathrooms were upstairs.

She did take the time to run a brush through her dark brown locks and put on a little makeup. After all, this was as much her first impression to make as it was for the potential boarders.

The doorbell rang at exactly two o'clock. Well, that's a good sign I suppose, Megan thought. Here we go.

She couldn't completely hide her puzzled look when she saw a young blond-haired man upon opening the door.

"Hi, I'm Kelly. I'm here to look at the room."

"Oh. Uhm, of course." Megan silently cursed herself for letting the surprise and nervousness she felt creep into her voice.

Kelly chuckled. "You were expecting a girl, weren't you?"

For some reason, Megan found herself smiling. "Yes, actually. I guess that's what I get for assuming that from the email."

"I'm used to it. Is it a problem?"

"No, of course not. We may as well walk around to the basement door."

"Cool," he responded, and stepped back away from the door.

Luckily, Megan had rehearsed her tour and terms several times. It wasn't all that different from what she did every day as a real estate agent, anyway. Only that familiarity kept her from faltering as she considered the possibility of having a young man living in her basement.

Still, it was all she could do to fight down a blush when part of her mind injected the word handsome into that description.

Kelly took one last look around after the tour. "Well, it's twice the size of my apartment and a couple hundred bucks less. It's exactly what I'm looking for. I've got the first and last month's rent on me."

He apparently had the money, and the rather bored property manager had attested to his record as a good tenant at the apartment complex where he currently lived — never once saying he to break her illusion that she was checking the information for a woman. Megan knew that she wasn't going to be exactly comfortable with anyone at first, so she decided to take the plunge. "You can move in any time."

****

Megan grabbed her gym bag off the bed and headed for the front door, knowing that Angie would be there any minute. So far, she had barely noticed that anyone was living downstairs, even though he was still in the process of moving in. Other than watching him make trips back and forth to the truck out front, she'd only seen him once when he came upstairs to use the front bathroom.

The doorbell rang as she was walking toward the door. She'd barely managed to open it when Angie pushed her way inside.

"Oh my god. Is that him?" She peeked out the window.

"Yes. What are you doing?"

"Panting." Angie let out a purr. "He's delicious."

Megan rolled her eyes and sighed. "Come on, Angie." She reached for the doorknob and saw Kelly walking toward the truck. He was wearing shorts and a muscle shirt, which made her silently echo her friend's thought of delicious.

"Prude," Angie chided as the door opened. She walked out ahead and waved to Kelly, who waved back, looking more than a little confused.

"Get in the car," Megan whispered through her teeth, and gave her friend a little push.

Both women sat down in the car, but Angie kept her eyes on the young man outside. "Check out those glutes. I could just eat him up."

Megan started the car and put it in gear. "We have our own glutes to worry about."

"I think I may have to stop and get batteries on the way home."

Megan rolled her eyes one more time and backed out of the drive, but found that she couldn't resist one last peek at Kelly's retreating butt.

****

It took Megan nearly ten minutes to convince her blonde friend to get back in her own car and go home after returning from the gym. Angie had talked endlessly about the man living downstairs, and truth to tell, Megan had found him in her thoughts more than a few times. Between that and the men working out in the gym, she was more than a little flustered.

Take another shower — a cold one, she thought, and headed to the laundry room to drop her workout clothes in the hamper. When she reached the door, she could hear the shower in the front bathroom running.

The realization hit her hard. Only a few feet away, her handsome young boarder was naked, water cascading down his body.

Megan sucked in a sharp breath as her nipples stiffened and the tingle of wetness creeping between her legs sent chills up her spine. She pulled the clothes out of her gym bag, once again wondering what was with her overactive sex drive the last three years. Though she chided her friend for always talking about it, part of the reason she did so was that she was always thinking about it, too. The admonitions were as much for her as for Angie.

The sound of the shower shutting off replaced arousal with panic. The last thing she wanted to do was run into Kelly in her current state. She hurried back to the other side of the house, and only breathed a sigh of relief when she heard first the bathroom door, and then the basement door close.

With the moment of anxiety over, the needs of her body reasserted themselves. She switched on the television and scrolled through what she'd recorded on the DVR. Lifetime romances, soaps, and romantic comedies filled the list. Hardly the thing to take her mind off her arousal. A flip through the channels revealed nothing else to distract her, either.

She gave up on the television and walked into the bedroom, thinking she would read for a while instead. Then she remembered where she'd left off in the racy novel. No help there.

Get a hold of yourself. Megan thought as she walked to the dresser to retrieve her nightgown. Cold shower, and then bed.

She took one step across the threshold of her bedroom door before the memory of Kelly showering washed back over her. It would be her naked beneath the streaming water, and she could almost see herself running into him as she emerged in her nightgown afterward.

She stepped back into the bedroom and closed the door.

I have got to get over this, she thought. Okay, just go to bed. Color rose in her cheeks as she hurried to strip off her clothes and put on the gown. She felt as if someone was watching her the whole time.

The vibrator in the nightstand next to the bed called out to her as she slipped under the sheets. She'd bought it two years ago when her seemingly perpetual arousal had pushed her beyond the point that her fingers could satisfy.

Her face burned as she thought about it and she let her head fall with a thump to the pillow. Only after an hour of tossing and turning did she finally slip into a fitful, frustrated sleep.

****

A crash of thunder startled Megan awake. She sat up in the bed as another boom sounded, the room lighting up from flashes of lightning outside. When the rumbling died down, she heard something else.

Tornado sirens.

Megan felt around on the nightstand until she found the remote and turned on the television.

"... Cloud spotted and moving toward the area at thirty miles per hour. Take shelter immediately in a basement or interior room. Stay away from windows."

Megan's heart raced as she turned off the television and tossed back the sheets. The wind was howling outside, the house creaking from the force of it. She threw open the bedroom door, her bare feet slapping on the hardwood as she rushed toward the basement, guided by the constant flash of lightning.

She turned on the stairway light and pulled the door shut behind her before running down the stairs. As soon as she reached the bottom, a confused sounding groan burned through the sleep fog and panic.

"Huh? What?"

Megan gasped and looked down, finally remembering her boarder. She was standing at the bottom of the stairs in a thin summer nightgown that barely reached her knees — braless.

A deafening crash of thunder shook the house, and Megan cried out. The power winked off, and she was left trembling in the darkness.

The beam of a flashlight pierced the gloom. "Are you okay? Is that the tornado siren?" Kelly asked.

Megan fought past the lump in her throat to answer, "Yes, they said it's heading this way on the news." She couldn't stop her voice from quavering in fear.

The flashlight beam fell on her and she squinted, bringing an arm up to conceal her breasts.

"Maybe you should sit down." The light moved to illuminate a couch. "You're as pale as a ghost."

Unable to find the presence of mind to answer, Megan walked to the couch, wincing at every thunderous boom, and shaking with fear. She did manage to keep her concealing arm in place, though.

A man's voice steadily rose in volume from where Kelly held the flashlight. Megan glanced over to see him standing next to his bed, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer shorts, turning a knob on something.

"Battery powered weather radio," he explained.

Megan tried to listen, but found that she couldn't concentrate because every crash of thunder caused her heart to skip a beat. A bright square of light appeared in her peripheral vision, and she looked over to see Kelly pulling something out of a small refrigerator.

He walked to her and held out a bottle of water, keeping the flashlight pointed so that the light didn't directly fall on her. "They're saying that it's to the south of us. Have a drink."

"Thank you."

"I don't think we really have to worry. It sounds to me like it's just tearing up corn fields and will blow right past town." Kelly sat down in a chair and opened his own bottle of water. "They're just being cautious by sounding the tornado sirens."

"I don't know how you can be so calm."

He chuckled. "I've been through this a few times before. Tree took out the corner of our house when I was a kid, and I lost my first car to another one a while back. Believe me; we'd know if it was actually anywhere near. You can't help but hear it. People always say that it sounds like a freight train, and that's about right."

Megan took a sip of her water, finding some solace in his relaxed demeanor.

"Glad I'm here instead of in that fifth floor apartment where I was. Guess I picked a good time to move."

"Guess so," Megan responded, feeling her jitters die down. His voice was soothing — and sexy. "It still looks a little bare down here."

Kelly laughed. "Well, I didn't really have enough stuff to fill the apartment, and I've got a lot more space here."

With the A.C. down, the house heated up rapidly. Megan reached up and wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead that was threatening to find its way into her eyes.

"Hang on," Kelly said as he got up from his chair. A few seconds later, he returned with a small battery powered fan.

Megan smiled and said, "Thank you," as she turned on the fan. With him standing right in front of her, she was overheating from more than the rising temperature. His gorgeous, muscled body so close to her, barely covered and glistening with sweat was almost too much to take.

Kelly tilted his head toward the ceiling a short while later. "Sounds like its starting to calm down a bit out there."

"Thank god. My nerves are raw."

"Probably not much hope of getting back to sleep until the power comes back on, though." He stretched, raising his arms over his head and emphasizing every muscle in his body in the diffuse illumination of the flashlight standing on a table nearby.

Thoughts of the storm receded into the back of Megan's head for a few moments as she fought not to stare. She could feel her gown clinging to her stiffening nipples and tried to nonchalantly push her shoulders forward to remedy it. It worked, but only for as long as she maintained the awkward posture.

Kelly sat back down. "I'm sort of used to the heat, working construction. Great money until the housing bubble burst."

"Tell me about it," Megan responded with a roll of her eyes. "I'm in real estate."

"Really? Maybe you've sold something I've built. Wouldn't that be whacked out? What agency do you work for?"

Megan answered, and quickly fell into conversation with him. The talk proved to be a welcome distraction from both the storm and her embarrassing arousal. Soon enough, she was laughing at stories he told from his job, and he at hers. An hour went by, the tornado warning long expired and the thunder but distant echoes of it's former booming crashes.

She started when the lights and air conditioning suddenly popped back on.

"Hey, hey. All right. Maybe I'll get some sleep tonight after all."

Megan nodded, her eyes going wide at the sight of him in full light. She was sitting below one of the vents, and the cold air was blowing directly on her sweat-dampened gown. When his eyes focused on her, she knew that he'd seen her nipples pressing against the thin material, and her cheeks started to burn.

"Guess I'll get to bed," he said as he stood up, his eyes drifting back to her face.

"I should..." Megan trailed off without even realizing it as she saw his boxer shorts tented away from his body. Even the waistband hovered above his muscled abdomen, supported by the hard organ beneath. "My god," she whispered before she could stop herself.

"Hmm?"

The sound of his voice snapped her out of her trance and she gasped, tearing her eyes away from the sight of his cock straining against the fabric. "I'm sorry," she said in a rush as she stood up and turned away.

She gasped again when his hand settled on her shoulder. 

"It's okay — really. I don't mind." His hand stroked her shoulder as he spoke.

His touch nearly turned her knees to water and he snapped his other hand to her waist when she faltered.

"Kelly, what..." She couldn't find any more words as her skin broke out into gooseflesh.

"It's only fair. I was looking too."

Megan couldn't believe what she'd just heard. Granted, she worked out, but that could only do so much against the effects of gravity and a slowing metabolism.

The hand on her waist crept down to her hip. When she didn't flinch away or say anything, it moved again to her ass.

He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her neck. "I've been hard ever since you came down here."

She knew that she should stop him, but the touch of his hands and his sexy voice paralyzed her.

"So fucking hot," He said in a husky whisper and kissed her neck.

A warbling moan bubbled up from her as he kissed her neck over and over again. One hand kneaded her buttocks while the other moved from her shoulder to caress her right breast. Need welled up inside her and she spun in his grasp, seeking his lips with hers.

He pulled her tight against him, his erection throbbing against her tummy as he kissed her hard and explored her body with his hands. His tongue slipped between her lips, and hers twined with it. She whimpered into the kiss as the hem of her gown lifted.

Megan pulled away from his lips to gasp when his finger pressed against her nether lips through her panties. He let out a sexy growl and grasped her gown with both hands again. All her inhibitions burned away in the heat of passion; she lifted her arms and allowed him to remove it.

Kelly let the cloth fall to the floor and put his hands on her waist while his eyes drank in the sight of her bared breasts. If he noticed that gravity had taken its toll on the heavy globes, or the slight rounding of her tummy, there was none of it in his hungry gaze. He groaned as she explored the contours of his cock with her fingertips, his hands sliding higher to cup her breasts.

He leaned forward, and Megan's breath came in staccato bursts coinciding with kisses on first her chest, then her left breast, and then her right. Her fingers curled around his cock when he lifted her nipple to his lips.

The silken material of his boxers slipped over the hardness beneath, his manhood throbbing in her grasp. She gasped and threw her head back from the sensation of his lips locked on her nipple, sucking hard. When Kelly moved to engulf her other nipple, Megan lost her grip and reached for the waistband of his underwear instead.

Kelly sucked hard and pulled back, letting her nipple pop free of his lips. He stood up straight, revealing the head of his cock poking above his boxers — all she'd managed to reveal. Megan tugged the cloth down slowly, letting out an oh of aroused wonder as she exposed inch after inch of him.

His thick cock twitched away from his body, dancing for her as she revealed his smooth-shaven balls. She cupped the orbs and gently squeezed, moaning as he dropped his underwear to the floor with a sexy growl. The reality of what was happening truly hit her at that moment. She was standing almost naked in her basement with a man half her age, his hard, young, virile cock in her hand.

Megan whimpered in surprise when his fingers twined into her dark tresses, pulling her into a hungry kiss. A second later, the hand slid down her back and joined the other, his thumbs slipping beneath the material of her panties.

Cool air kissed her hot sex as Kyle pulled the cotton down. He left her panties hovering between her thighs, grasping her butt with one hand and cupping her needy sex with the other. "Oh god," Megan whimpered as his fingers grazed over the short curls between her legs.

"You're hairy," he said in a hushed whisper. Even as her cheeks started to burn with embarrassment, a wide smile broke out on his face. "I like it."

"Oh yes," Megan whimpered in anticipation as he bent his knees. She put her hands behind his head, pulling his face toward her pussy, but he locked his fingers together beneath her butt instead.

He answered her yelp with a grunting chuckle as he lifted her, his muscles bulging. After the moment of surprise, Megan wrapped her arms and legs around him, her heart pounding from the feeling of his muscled body.

He carried her the few steps to his bed, his eyes fixed on hers, and then sat her down on the mattress. He stood back up, his cock twitching mere inches from her face, leaving little doubt what he wanted.

She wanted it too.

Megan wrapped her hand around his shaft and pulled, guiding him to take a step forward. As soon as he was within reach, she gave the purple helmet of his cock a swipe of her tongue.

"Fuck yeah," Kelly growled while reaching for her breasts.

Megan lapped his hard organ, loving the feeling of it pressing against her tongue as she made him throb. She moaned from his touch as he squeezed and caressed her breasts, regularly teasing her hard nipples with his fingertips. After a few licks, she used her tongue to wrangle the head of his cock, and took it between her lips.

A groan passed Kelly's lips as she took half of his throbbing shaft into her mouth. She let her lips slide slowly back to the tip, turning her head so she could look up into his eyes as she did so.




Hard Times



"Holy shit," he exclaimed as she reached the head, and took him in again — even deeper this time. His hips twitched forward, and only the guiding hand at the root of his cock kept him out of her throat. She reached behind him with her other hand, squeezing his rock-hard butt as she let him slip completely free of her lips this time.

"You must like sucking dick to be that good at it," Kelly remarked, the tip of his saliva-slick member bumping her in the chin.

"Uh huh," she answered, feeling absolutely wanton. When she took his cock in her mouth this time, she was done teasing.

Kelly panted for breath as her lips slid up and down his shaft, her hair whipping with each bob of her head. She tingled all over as explosive breaths carried his words.

"Fuck. Oh yeah. Damn!" His hands moved to the back of her head, pushing and pulling with the motion of her mouth over his organ.

It had been a while — and even longer since she'd had a cock as big as Kelly's in her mouth — so Megan felt the effects in short order. Her jaw began to ache from opening so wide to accommodate him, and her neck stiffened. She fought down the discomfort, spurred on by his constant stream of oral encouragement, and then a burst of flavor as he leaked a drop of pre-cum.

Still, sheer willpower could only accomplish so much, and she slowed as the ache in her jaw and neck grew more pronounced. When he tugged on her head a little harder, thrusting with his hips at the same time, the tip of his cock slipped too deep, gagging her.

Megan pulled back and coughed, trailing strands of saliva from her lips to his twitching, glistening cock. She swallowed, and then panted for breath until her stomach settled.

Kelly slipped a hand beneath her chin and tilted her eyes up to his. "I wanna fuck those tits." He gave a little push and nodded toward the bed.

As she scooted backwards, Kelly tickled the curls between her legs and let out a little growl. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips as soon as she pulled her legs up onto the mattress. Megan teased her nipples, her eyes intent upon his twitching cock as it drew closer.

The large globes had already spilled toward her sides when Megan lay down, so he had little trouble situating his erection in the valley between. He groaned as she squeezed her breasts together, enfolding him in the warm nest, and didn't spare a second before he started thrusting.

Kelly's cock poked out from between her breasts, and inch or more of the shaft visible with each forward motion of his hips. The purple helmet was well within reach of her lips and tongue, and the pearly drop of pre-cum that welled up from him as he pumped his shaft gave her good reason to do so.

"Fuck yeah, those tits feel great. Suck it. So fucking hot."

The lubrication of her saliva on his shaft evaporated quickly but Megan barely took note of the hot friction building between her breasts. His grunts grew louder, his thrusts harder, and she wanted nothing more than to feel her sexy boarder erupt in her mouth. She moaned around the head of his cock as it popped in and out of her eagerly sucking lips.

His breathing quickened, and the grip of his fingers where he held her sides tightened. "You want it, don't you?"

Megan released him just long enough to answer, "Yes," before wrapping her lips back around him.

"You're 'bout to get it," he grunted. A moment later, a long growl that steadily grew louder and tighter rumbled from his throat. The growl culminated in a deep, explosive sound, and jets of hot cum blasted into her mouth.

Megan's eyes widened when the first spurt hit the back of her throat. A twitch of his hips let the tip of his cock slip free just enough for the second shot of cum to decorate her lips, nose, and cheek. With him safely back between her lips so she wouldn't lose a drop, Megan sucked him hard, jiggling her breasts around him.

He growled, breathing hard and fast, while she sucked him dry, savoring every bit of the creamy offering before swallowing. When he jerked away, she leaned her head back and used her fingers to pull the cum decorating her face to her lips. He shuddered and smiled at her as she did it, and muttered, "Uh huh," when she brought a nipple to her lips as well.

He found the strength to lift his leg a minute later, swinging it over her body and then collapsing onto his side next to her. Megan rolled over to face him, licking her lips, and said, "You taste good."

He let out a weak chuckle, and then twitched as his sensitive cock throbbed. Megan's pussy begged for attention, and her hand crept between her legs almost of its own volition.

Kelly smiled, scooting back a little so he could have a better view. Though she felt a momentary flash of embarrassment, his rapt attention spurred Megan on. She bent her knee, parting her legs wide, and traced the moist parting of her nether lips. "I'm so wet," she teased, amazed at her own words, "So hot." She slipped two fingers into her needy pussy and groaned from the sensation of momentary relief.

Unable to endure the heat that had come over her any longer, Megan probed her canal with ever increasing fervor. Her breathing quickened, often punctuated by sharp pants as electric pulses of pleasure rippled through her body.

A loud whimper escaped her as Kelly sat up and grabbed her leg. He pulled, sliding her bottom on the bed, and Megan followed his silent demands to turn until she lay parallel on the bed.

"Oh please," she begged as he lifted and bent her knees, moving between them.

Kelly took a deep breath as he slipped between her thighs, filling his lungs with the perfume of her arousal. Several broad strokes of his tongue moistened the curls surrounding her sex, slicking them back, and then the tip dug a furrow down the middle.

A great warbling cry escaped Megan as his tongue parted her nether lips. He groaned as he tasted her, just brushing her hood before delving lower, deeper, seeking more of her bittersweet nectar.

His tongue wriggled and probed, demonstrating a skill she never would have expected from one so young. The slippery organ roamed her pussy with hungry desire, making her writhe uncontrollably. His hands slid to her thighs, holding them apart and holding her bottom down, giving her no escape from the exquisite assault.

"Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh god, yes!" Megan cried out. The hot spark of impending climax she'd built with her fingers roared into a bonfire, consuming her until she knew nothing except the intense pleasure of his wonderful tongue.

A swirl of cool air accompanied his tongue suddenly leaving her. Megan's eyes popped open and she lifted her head. Teetering on the precipice of release, she pleaded, "No, don't..."

The word stop vanished from her mind and she gasped as he rose up to his knees, revealing his fully erect cock.

Megan drew in a slow, deep breath as Kelly moved forward, pressing down on his magnificent cock with his thumb. She felt the bulbous head press against her nether lips, and then slip inside.

A loud, startled-sounding whimper burst from her lips as his thick cock stretched her. Her intimate muscles contracted, instinctively rebelling against the intrusion, but she was so wet that he still penetrated easily into her depths. Kelly growled as he ended the measured push, fully enfolded in her tight embrace.

"Ah! Oh! Ah! Oh!" Megan exclaimed, giving voice to the unbelievable feeling of his hard, young cock stroking inside her.

"Mmm — fuck, you feel good."

"So good. So big," Megan whimpered in response, the sight of his muscles working with every thrust of his hips exciting her all the more. The initial shock of having such a big cock after so long pulled her back from the edge, but not for long.

A subtle shift of Kelly's hips caused his slick shaft to brush her clit with every thrust, and he increased his pace. After only a half dozen collisions of their sweating bodies, Megan's pussy clamped down on him once more. A sudden flush of heat gripped her nether regions, and she came.

A scream of sweet agony caught in her throat, unable to escape through the initial pulse of orgasmic release that took her. She found her voice when the wave crashed back into her pussy a second later, and thrashed in his grasp. Kelly's powerful hands tightened on her thighs, and he thrust even harder.

Megan came, and came, and came until her screams were little more than croaks and darkness crept into the edge of her vision. A buck of her hips powered by climax-fueled strength finally caused him to slip free, but it served only to trigger another shockwave of ecstasy that arched her back high from the bed.

With virtually no presence of mind, Megan had no idea how long she remained a prisoner of her body's whims. She only managed to force her eyes open when Kelly cupped her cheek in his hand and asked, "You okay?"

Still fighting for air, her heart pounding, and her pussy tingling, Megan could only manage a nod at first, followed by a rushed whimper of "Oh my god."

Kelly chuckled and rose back up onto his knees, his glistening cock still hard and throbbing. Megan winced from the chill that the view caused in her still-sensitive nether regions and held a hand out toward the refrigerator by the bed. She mimed holding a cup and said, "Please."

"Oh, okay," he responded with a little disappointment in his voice. He climbed down off the bed and retrieved a bottle of water from the mini-fridge for her.

Megan groaned as she sat up to accept the bottle, feeling beads of sweat running down her body as the change in posture freed them to the grip of gravity. A quavering sigh escaped her after the first drink, the cool liquid such a contrast to the heat that permeated her every pore.

Kelly stood next to the bed as she drank, his pussy-slick cock bobbing a foot or so away from her face. By the time she finished her third drink, more than half of the bottle was gone. The ache between her legs changed from discomfort to yearning, and she put the bottle down, curling a hand behind his leg to tug him toward her.

As soon as it was within reach, Megan wrapped her fingers around his cock and took the head between her lips. Kelly jerked and yelped as her mouth, still cold from the water, engulfed his cockhead. She chuckled around him, the tang of her juices awakening her taste buds. Megan let him slip from her mouth and reclined at the same time, her eyes locking with his and her legs parting.

His slightly resigned expression brightened, and he lifted a knee to the bed even as her back settled to the mattress.

"Mmm, god yes. More," Megan encouraged him as he moved between her legs. He tapped the head of his cock over her clit, drawing a whimper from her as her back arched. "Please," she asked again, lifting her hips toward him.

"You want it?" He asked, still teasing her by rubbing the tip of his manhood over her moist folds.

"Yes, I want it," Megan answered in a rush.

"That's so fucking hot," Kelly said as he pushed down on his cock, taking aim at her still slightly-gaped entrance.

"Oh yes," Megan groaned as he filled her full of throbbing cock again. His broad smile and her own excitement spurred her on. "Oh, I love your cock."

Kelly chuckled, bucking his hips in a few short, fast strokes. "Yeah?"

"God yes. Fuck me!"

He took those words to heart.

Once again, Kelly surprised her with his experience. He manipulated her legs and his stance, twisting and turning her like a puppet. Every few strokes seemed to find a new pleasure center, making her squeal and moan in delight.

Sometimes he penetrated deep, nearly knocking at the entrance of her womb. The long, powerful thrusts let her feel every inch of him — every vein and contour. Then without warning, he would increase his pace to a flurry of short strokes, the hot friction making her gasp.

Kelly's eyes sparkled with obvious pleasure as they roamed over her body. "Damn, you feel good," he said when their eyes met.

"So good," she echoed as she squeezed her heavy breasts together.

"Oh, I fucking love those tits. You want me to come all over them?"

"No — inside me. I want your cum inside me," she answered, the words running together and her pitch jumping with each collision of their bodies.

His eyes widened. "Oh fuck yeah."

Megan's hands fisted into the sheets as Kelly drove his cock home with jackhammer force. The bed springs creaked and the headboard tapped against the wall, audible in the spaces between her screams, which were filled with dirty words she'd never imagined passing her lips.

His face tightening, Kelly began to grunt with exertion. Megan's head thrashed on the pillow, her hair sticking to her sweat dampened face as his cock pounded into her. She felt the itch of impending climax spreading through her loins and into her womb, but the hard, fast strokes of his cock didn't give her that one instant of relief she needed to reach her peak. Her cries turned desperate — weepy — as she remained perched at the precipice of orgasm, held there for second after torturous second.

Kelly growled, "Ah, fuck. Come for me. 'Bout to... Ah!" His hips lost their rhythm for only a single stroke as he fought to keep his seed from erupting inside her.

It was enough.

Megan came with an ear-piercing shriek, tearing the fitted sheet off the mattress in clawed fingers as her muscles contracted. She broke out in goose bumps as her flushed skin suddenly came alive with chilly tingles. The first shockwave had barely torn through her before Kelly drove his cock home one last time with a great roar.

The feeling of him swelling and throbbing in her tightly clenched canal set Megan off again. His big cock pulsed, pumping her full of cum as his grunts and her squeals echoed throughout the basement.

Kelly fell forward onto his hands, his breath coming in hard blasts against Megan's heaving breasts. She wrapped her arms around his neck and hooked her ankles behind his butt, holding him inside her while she moaned from the ecstasy still rippling through her.

Still trying to catch his breath, Kelly gasped, "Holy fuck. Never thought... Thought I was gonna stop coming."

"Mmm, you made me come so hard," Megan responded, and then whimpered when an aftershock gripped her.

Kelly grunted as her walls clamped down on him again, and she couldn't resist a giggle at the pained expression on his face. His muscles bunched and he tried to pull free, but she'd drained all of his strength, along with his cum.

"Mmm — no," she insisted, tightening the grip of her arms and legs.

He let out a deep, staccato moan, falling down onto his elbows. Megan hugged him against her one last time, reveling the feeling of his muscled body pressing against her sweat dampened skin, and then let him free.

The sound he made when he rolled off her to fall limp on the bed sounded so ridiculous that Megan laughed aloud as she rolled onto her side to snuggle up against him. Cum seeped from her quivering pussy, but she was too caught up in the afterglow of the incredible orgasm he'd given her to care.

****

Megan awakened to a sleepy groan next to her and let her eyes flutter open. Half expecting that she'd dreamed the whole thing, she couldn't resist a moan upon seeing Kelly shifting as he awakened.

His eyes opened, and he smiled when he saw her admiring his face. He reached for her breast, but she flinched away, insisting, "I need a shower. So do you."

Without waiting for a response, she pulled the covers off her legs and swung them out of the bed. She scrunched up her nose when the motion slid her bottom through the cold, wet evidence of the previous night's passion. It took all of her willpower to avoid looking back as she walked toward the stairs, swaying her hips.

The bed springs creaked as Kelly climbed out of bed and she could feel his eyes on her. Unable to resist any longer when she reached the stairs, Megan looked over her shoulder to see him in hot pursuit, his eyes fixated on her butt and his morning erection bobbing.

She'd fallen on hard times — very hard times — and she planned to enjoy every second of it.



Hard Times



When Trevor came in to the Environmental Awareness Center at ten a.m. for his Wednesday volunteer shift a new receptionist was on duty. She looked to be in her mid-twenties with long auburn hair, sparkling green eyes, a rosy blemish-free complexion and a buxom chest.

"Hi, I'm Trevor Bridges," he said extending his hand, "are you a new volunteer here?"

Ashley Thomas accepted Trevor's hand with a firm grip, "I am new, I had orientation on Monday and today's my first full day, but I'm not a volunteer. I'm part time. I thought I saw your name on some documents."

"Not bad report cards, I hope," Trevor chuckled.

"No, number one on the donors list, I think," Ashley replied with a sly smile.

"Don't believe everything you read," Trevor mumbled, then continued "So what are your duties?" 

"Receptionist on Wednesday from eight a.m. until two p.m., and helping out any way necessary in "Water Pollution" from eight to two on Thursday and Friday."

"'Water Pollution,' that's where I volunteer on Wednesday through Friday; I guess we'll be seeing a lot of each other," Trevor replied trying not to sound too excited.

"I'm sure we will," Ashley responded with a smile and a lilt in her voice while trying as politely as possible to extricate her hand from Trevor's.

"Oh, sorry," was Trevor's last, flustered, comment when he realized that he had held her hand during their entire little chat, well past the point of propriety. Blushing he scurried to the office he shared with the Center's Director.

"Why the red face, Trevor," Director Melissa Blomquist asked him as he walked into their shared office, "did something embarrass you?"

"Uh, no, nothing."

"Nothing, huh -- you're the third male volunteer today blown away by our new part-time employee. You've never blushed around me. What does she have that I don't besides a beautiful face, flowing hair, and big boobs?" Melissa laughed, "Oh, and thirty years less wear?"

"Hey, don't sell yourself short," Trevor laughed back, starting to relax, "you're taller."

"Obviously you haven't seen her stand up yet," Melissa snickered. "Now about the analysis of the dissolved oxygen and pH levels in Lake Michigan..." Melissa continued, snapping Trevor out of his mild stupor.

Trevor made a point of passing by Ashley's desk about twice as many times that day as required. He tried not to stare when he did so, sometimes successfully, sometimes not. The best reason yet for wishing I was twenty eight instead of fifty eight, he mused when on one passing Ashley was bent over inserting documents into a filing cabinet with her round, tight ass tempting him.

When Trevor drove his Prius home that night he saw that his wife Candice's Lamborghini was already in the garage. The masseuse's van was parked in front. As Trevor walked into his mansion he heard mood music playing in the den. "I'm home Candice," he roared, loud enough to be heard over the music before opening the door to the den. 

"Hello Mr. Bridges," said Carl, the masseuse, turning to face him with his hands still on Candice's neck, "will you be wanting a massage later."

"No thanks, Carl," Trevor replied although he knew that he likely needed some release, but not from Carl's knurled fingers.

"How was protecting the environment today, Hun," Candice gurgled without raising her head from Carl's portable massage table.

"It's still there," Trevor retorted as he then closed the door. I'm glad she's getting her massage today, Trevor said to himself, I really need to fuck tonight and the probability of Candice spreading her legs, non-existent most nights, is 50-50 when she gets a massage.

Candice was in a good mood after her massage. After the butler served dinner Trevor put on some waltz music and danced with Candice, one of the few common interests that they shared, and opened up a new bottle of her favorite liqueur, Drambuie. His probability of getting laid increased about 10% with each glass she consumed. After she had had four and complained of being 'light headed' he carried her up the stairs, no mean task since she had put on twenty pounds since they got married thirty years ago, but doable considering his 6 foot 4 inch, 225 pound frame and his thrice weekly weightlifting sessions.

Trevor quickly removed his clothes and Candice's and after a few minutes of kissing unceremoniously put her on her hands and knees. Doggy was not a position Candice liked but Trevor did and his motivation was sky-high so she didn't have much choice. However Candice did offer some complainants as he stroked her hairy pussy first with his fingers and then with his rock hard cock. All she did was groan after he penetrated her, however.

Trevor pounded Candice's pussy like he was on speed imagining that he was fucking Ashley's perfect ass and despite Candice's ass wiggles in protest actually stuck a pussy-juice-lubricated finger in her pucker hole. Trevor didn't last long and soon was groaning and ejaculating, driving Candice into her own, rare, orgasm.

Trevor kept pumping long after he launched his last cum grenade, his ears interpreting Candice's groans as those of Ashley's. Finally he wore out, extricated himself from Candice's sixty year old pussy, and lay next to her on their bed. Candice was out of it for a few minutes but when cognizant held Trevor's chin while looking into his eyes.

"What got into you, stud? You fucked me like I was a three dollar whore," Candice said, half smiling and half sneering.

"Wasn't it wonderful?" Trevor mused, himself not yet aware enough to recognize the half sneer. "You did climax, didn't you?"

"Yeah, I did," Candice replied the half sneer temporarily waning from her face. After a few seconds the half-sneer returned and she persisted "Regardless of whether I climaxed, what got into you. You know I don't like it doggy or rough."

"Candice, we haven't had sex in more than two weeks and I was just plain horny and needed a good fuck," Trevor replied, realizing his mistake as the word "fuck" turned Candice's expression into a full sneer.

"I'm not a 'fuck,' Trevor," Candice barked as she started turning over to face away from him. "I'm your wife and you should make love to me. If you want to fuck get yourself a three dollar whore."

Apparently Trevor's words didn't help him when he laughingly responded "I think they cost more than that nowadays." The retort was an icy "Good Night," destroying any hope Trevor had of practicing his favorite post-coital pastime, namely sucking tit.

Thursday and Friday at the Center were both the best of times and the worst of times for Trevor. Since Ashley was working with him, two other volunteers, and a staff scientist, he had plenty of eye candy, and things seemed to get livelier than normal because of Ashley's sunny disposition. However with Ashley around it was hard for Trevor to concentrate on his work; she was screwing up his libido big-time!

The first weekend after Ashley started Trevor tried his best to get Candice in the mood. While he couldn't understand why she wasn't pleased with their last encounter since there was no denying the fact that she had a nice orgasm, she still seemed pissed. He promised to make gentle love to her rather than pound her pussy, and tried everything he could think of, without success. By the time that Wednesday rolled around and he returned to the Center he had a bad case of blue balls.

After being greeted by Ashley's cheery smile Trevor's condition got even worse. Somehow she looked even better than he had remembered -- how that was possible he didn't know, but she did. After another day of distraction Trevor put himself out there and timed his exit from the Center with when she was leaving.

"You're leaving now too, huh Ashley?" Trevor rhetorically asked as he held the door for her. 

"Sure am, Trevor, two on the dot like always," she answered smiling, followed by a "Thanks," for him holding the door for her.

Trevor liked it that Ashley called him 'Trevor' instead of 'Mr. Bridges' since it gave him "hope." "Ashley, I often go and get something to eat after volunteering. Would you like to join me, my treat?"

"That would be wonderful, Trevor, but you see I have to pick my daughter up from day care. If I don't pick her up on time I pay more per hour than I make at the Center," Ashley replied while expressively touching his arm.

"I'll pay for the extra time, if you can otherwise make it," Trevor eagerly responded.

"You would? Why that's so nice. I'll go back inside the Center and use the land line to call and tell them I'll be two hours late," Ashley said with a big grin.

"Don't you have a cell phone, Ashley?"

"No, I really can't afford it, maybe the only person on the planet who doesn't," Ashley replied.

"Here, use mine," Trevor said handing her his iphone.

"How do you call on it?" Ashley innocently asked.

"What's the number, I'll dial it for you."

After Trevor dialed the number he handed his phone to Ashley she walked a few steps away, carried on a short conversation, then returned smiling, "All set. Shall we ride together and you drop me off back here at my jalopy, or should I follow you?"

"Why don't you ride with me," was Trevor's obvious response.

On the ten minute drive to the restaurant Ashley remarked about Trevor's 'green' car and made small talk while deflecting some of the questions Trevor asked her. Ashley seemed wide-eyed when they arrived at the restaurant, a Country French establishment, indicating to Trevor that this was a much fancier place than she was used to. After Trevor was greeted by name by the owner and they were seated Ashley overcame her initial awe and got very talkative.

"So tell me, Trevor, what work do you do when not volunteering?"

"Actually, I don't really work for money anymore. Monday and Tuesday I make cameo appearances at two businesses I own but I don't run them anymore; I have competent CEOs for that."

"Why did you start volunteering at the Environmental Awareness Center?"

"Well, since I didn't need to work for money but since I had plenty of time on my hands and wanted to do something socially productive and since I have an engineering background that I thought would help, I volunteered at the Center."

"Are you really their biggest donor too?"

"Yeah -- I'm not sure why they gave you a document showing that your first real day you were on the job because even though it is public information I don't like it spread around. Please don't mention it to others at the Center because if they don't already know I don't want them to. They might treat me like management -- which I'm not, just a benefactor -- rather than a normal volunteer."

Ashley had lots of other questions about his family, the businesses he still owned, what other businesses he had owned in the past, and what his favorite activities were all of which Trevor was happy to answer. Both Ashley's enthusiasm in devouring the bread that was brought to the table, and her fast consumption of a large main course, surprised Trevor. He started asking her questions. 

"I see that you have a healthy appetite -- how do you keep such a slim figure?"

Ashley turned completely red then stammered out "Sorry, sometimes I eat like a truck driver. I can't afford food this good, and I guess I just got carried away."

"I'm really sorry to embarrass you," Trevor replied with obvious discomfort in his voice, "I'm just glad that you're enjoying yourself."

"I am," Ashley smiled, placing her hand over Trevor's and squeezing it for a few seconds. Trevor got an instant hard on and had to surreptitiously rearrange his trousers.

Recovering the best he could Trevor said "I've spent way too much time talking about me. Tell me about your family."

"Well, I have a three year old girl, unfortunately my husband isn't around so I have to take care of her myself. I don't have any family in the area, my mother and father are separated and thousands of miles away, and my brother is a druggy living in Belize -- at least the last I heard. I don't have a real good family situation," Ashley understated.

"I don't mean to pry -- but I guess I am going to -- but where is your husband?" Trevor asked.

"I'm reluctant to say because some people judge me by it," Ashley barely whispered, looking down at the table.

"One thing that I can assure you of is that I will not judge you by it," Trevor replied putting his hand on hers for a second before returning it to his lap to continue to deal with his out-of-control hard-on.

"Well...," Ashley hemmed before finally speaking, "he's in jail for fraud. My little girl Melanie and I live where we do so that we can visit him on weekends."

"How long is he in for?" a stunned Trevor queried, not knowing what else to say.

"If he behaves himself he has twenty five months and ten days more to serve," Ashley softly replied, not taking her eyes from her now completely clean plate.

"How do you make ends meet with him gone?"

"Well, Monday and Tuesday I do office work for the dumpy apartment building we live in, I get Medicaid for Melanie, and now my part-time work at the Center, and there is a little still in savings from before my husband Jim's sentencing, but that will be gone soon. But I'll find a way to get by," Ashley responded still looking down. Then she raised her head, again put her hand on Trevor's even though it was on his thigh, and said "Look, I don't want to bore you with my troubles. I get through life just fine and I'm optimistic about the future."

"I know that I'm getting way too personal, but I'm going to ask it anyway. Why don't you wear a wedding ring?"

"I sold it, and my engagement ring -- the money I got from that is what is in savings," Ashley hesitantly answered, with a slight tear in her eye. She quickly re-gained her composure, however, and with a smile, albeit a somewhat forced one, said "So will you spring for desert too? I'm still hungry."

"Of course," Trevor replied getting a big grin on his face and changing the subject to talk only about happy things.

On the way back to the Center parking lot after lunch Trevor insisted on stopping at a toy store and bought Melanie a stuffed animal "Because I took her mommy away from her for two hours," and gave it to a smiling Ashley. After Trevor dropped off his very grateful dining companion at her junk heap masquerading as a car, and gave her $30 to cover the two extra hours of day care, he took stock of his feelings.

That woman has to be both the sexiest and most pleasant, yet most pathetic, woman I've ever met in my life. I have to find a way to help her.

Trevor's interaction with Ashley on Thursday was very pleasant although both parties avoided mentioning information they had gleaned from their lunch together the day before. Trevor had some things that really needed to be done so he couldn't leave at two with Ashley, however Friday presented a unique opportunity to Trevor.

Trevor arrived around 8:15 on Friday, shortly after Ashley. Director Blomquist was conducting an impromptu meeting. "Glad you're here, Trevor," she said, "We need someone to go to Lake Geneva today and get water samples, and I'm getting a bit of resistance. Ashley is willing to go but no one else seems to be. Are you game?"

Trevor took a deep breath to hide his excitement then said, "Sure, Melissa, if you need two of us I'm happy to go. What do you want us to do?"

After Melissa explained the situation and what equipment they should take with, which Trevor was already well familiar with, Trevor packed the equipment in the trunk of his car. He and Ashley took off to drive the roughly sixty five miles, a significant amount on back roads, to Lake Geneva. 

While Trevor did his best to mask his enthusiasm at being with Ashley for the day eventually it got the best of him and oozed out. Fortunately it wasn't a problem because Ashley was much more animated than at their lunch. They laughed, joked, and told stories most of the way until Trevor insisted that Ashley get out the map they had brought along and navigate rather than relying on his GPS.

The agenda called for them to take samples and do in situ testing at seven different locations in the lake. Trevor had explained one of the simple pieces of equipment to Ashley which she operated while Trevor ran the more complicated pieces. They stopped for a quick lunch at a fast food restaurant in hopes of finishing in time for Ashley to get back to pick up her daughter at two p.m., but when they still had one sample to take and it was almost one p.m. they knew that they wouldn't make it.

"Ashley if you can extend again, like you did Wednesday, I'll reimburse you for the extra daycare charge, and I'll also be sure that you get paid for the extra hours you put in since I don't want to come back here another day for just one sample."

"No problem if I can use your phone again," Ashley smiled. Trevor dialed the number for her again, she walked off a bit and chatted with the person on the other end, then returned and said "everything's copasetic."

"I've never heard someone your age use the word 'copasetic' before," Trevor laughed, "glad to see that it hasn't morphed out of existence."

"Maybe I'm really your age at heart," Ashley laughed.

On the way back to the Center Trevor and Ashley first talked about the work that they had done that day, but when still forty minutes out from the Center Trevor directed the conversation to Ashley's economic situation.

"Ashley I'm going to be more direct than I should be, having only known you for two weeks. However, I really feel a connection with you and I want to help you with your bad economic situation."

Ashley got slightly ashen and hesitated before saying "That's nice of you Trevor, but what can you do?"

"Well I could get you full time work at the Center?"

"I'm afraid that wouldn't help enough because then I'd have to use expensive day care on Monday and Tuesday rather than the inexpensive care I use now, and the extra charges on Wednesday -- Friday would eat up any extra earnings on those days. You really don't have to help, Trevor, I'll be OK."

"Well I could just give you a thousand dollars, would that help?"

Ashley appeared to get a little misty eyed. She undid her seat belt, leaned over and planted a long wet kiss on Trevor's cheek with her left hand on the back of his neck and the other on his chest. Trevor almost burst his zipper and hoped that Ashley couldn't see.

Ashley then scooted back to her seat, redid her seat belt and said "That is really sweet of you, Trevor, you may be the nicest most generous man I've ever met. But despite my family's dysfunction in many ways I was brought up not to accept charity -- I already have to accept Medicaid for Melanie's health insurance and my pride won't let me accept anything else."

They remained silent for a minute or so when Ashley broke the ice by noticing the condition of Trevor's cock and laughingly said "I see you need to do something to relieve yourself -- what caused that?" gesturing toward his crotch.

Although he turned red Trevor decided to be bold, having been put off by Candice for two weeks and salivating at just the thought of Ashley's body. "You did," he gruffly responded, "aren't you ashamed?"

They both laughed, then Trevor chuckled "Too bad money for sex is illegal in this state otherwise I could pay you to take care of my condition," which got him a punch in the arm from Ashley. However right after she punched him she started laughing too. Once they both stopped laughing though a pall of silence fell over vehicle interior.

After a few minutes of quiet Trevor turned to Ashley -- who appeared to be deep in thought -- and said "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that even in jest."

Ashley said nothing for a few minutes more while Trevor chastised himself until she finally urgently spoke up. "Pull into this parking lot here, now," she said pointing to a motel parking lot on the right side of the road about a hundred yards ahead.




Hard Times



"What?" Trevor asked.

"Just do it," Ashley responded with a commanding voice.

When Trevor pulled in and stopped the car Ashley turned to him and said "I have a business proposition that will help me out in more ways than one."

"I'm listening," a puzzled Trevor replied.

"I'm poor and horny, with my husband in the slammer. I don't know any guy around that I would cheat on him with, although he knows that it is impossible that I'm going to remain celibate for two years more; that is no one except for you."

Trevor's jaw dropped.

"How about I give you a fifteen minute massage. You pay me $1,000 for that. If it turns into sex, well we're consenting adults. We may not be compatible and it will be a one-time thing, but if we are you may want more $1,000 massages."

Within seconds Trevor analyzed the situation in his mind. He had a sixty year old wife who had not aged well who except for rare circumstances denied him sex; he was as horny as he ever had been in his life; he thought Ashley was the sexiest woman he had ever seen in real life and he loved her personality; he wanted to help Ashley out of her dire financial situation and had already told himself that he would do anything to help her out; and he had more money than he could possibly use in ten lifetimes.

"Is today too soon to start?" he breathlessly asked, almost drooling.

"Go get us a room," was Ashley's reply.

When Trevor closed the door behind them as they entered their room he was in attack mode. Ashley stopped him -- pushing firmly on his chest. "This is not money for sex. You're going to pay me $1,000 for a fifteen minute massage, right? Then you may or may not get lucky!"

"I understand," Trevor panted, removing his short sleeve shirt and then flopping on the bed.

Ashley took off her jeans, top and shoes so that she was only in a skimpy bra and panties almost causing Trevor's zipper to burst, then straddled him on the bed and started massaging his neck and back. Even though Ashley's body and hands on his skin felt fantastic it was the least relaxing massage Trevor had ever had by a light year. He kept on asking "Is fifteen minutes up yet, is it up yet?"

"You sound just like a little kid saying 'are we there yet,'" Ashley giggled. "I'll tell you when it's up, just relax."

Even though the time passed excruciatingly slowly the fifteen minutes were finally up. "Ok, MISTER Bridges," Ashley chirped, loudly emphasizing the "Mister," "let me give you an invoice." With that she hopped off the bed avoiding Trevor's attempt to grab her, went over to the motel room desk and wrote on a piece of paper there: "Back massage, $1,000," then handed it to Trevor.

"How and when can I expect payment?" she asked with a fake sneer.

"Cash, Wednesday," Trevor uttered getting up off the bed to take Ashley into his arms.

"How do I know that I can trust you?" she said with a sly grin, pushing the "invoice" into his front pants pocket with one hand as she undid his belt with the other.

"How about I make a sperm deposit as collateral," Trevor asked as he deeply kissed her while she continued to undo his pants.

"If you're going to fuck me you're going to eat me first, and since I've been out and about all day I need to shower first," Ashley said as she broke away from Trevor's kiss at the same time that his pants and boxers fell to the floor.

"Not a chance, I'm way too horny to wait," Trevor cackled as he lifted a giggling Ashley up onto the bed, in one swift pull removed her panties, and dove into her pussy. Ashley's objections shortly turned into moans and "oh yeses" as Trevor squeezed both of her pussy lips and flicked her clitoris mercilessly with his tongue. Ashley started to massage her own tits only to be flustered by the fact that her bra was still on so she sat up without interrupting the assault on her pussy and removed it.

Trevor wanted to make sure that Ashley would never forget this encounter so while continuing to tongue and suck her clit and finger her labia with one hand, he inserted a finger of the other hand into her pussy, found a G-spot, and started vigorously stroking it. He was pleased with himself when Ashley had a first massive orgasm, but he fingered and sucked right through it despite her screams and pulling of his hair. When he brought her to her second, even more massive, orgasm he was extremely pleased with himself but again didn't let up. When she screamed at the start of her third massive orgasm, but then almost went limp while she moaned incoherently, he had achieved his objective and now it was time for some relief for his throbbing cock.

While Ashley was still almost like a wet noodle Trevor turned her onto her hands and knees. He couldn't believe how erotic her leaking pussy, framed by a world class ass and slender muscular thighs, looked -- he almost came from the view alone. Trying to be as gentle as possible, but too excited to succeed, he jammed his tool into her pussy, bent over to grab ahold of her ample tits, and started stroking.

While Trevor loved it hard he didn't know whether Ashley did so at he first took it slowly, nine slow strokes, one hard one, eight slow strokes, two hard ones. By the time he got to the second fast stroke Ashley started moaning "fuck me harder you bastard, fuck, fuck, fuck."

With an invitation like that Trevor let loose. He was shocked that someone who had had a child could be so much tighter than his childless wife Candice, but that encouraged him even more. He pounded, rotated, and squeezed with more passion than at any other time in his life. He didn't last long but he didn't have to because as soon as he started grunting and unloading a torrent of cum into her perfect cunt she buckled in the throes of her fourth orgasm.

They simultaneous groaned for the longest time, neither wanting to separate, until finally Trevor pulled out exhausted and deflated. They collapsed onto the mattress next to each other and lay face-to-face grinning.

"You're a goddess," Trevor blurted out.

"Were you disappointed?" Ashley teased.

"It's hard to be disappointed with your best fuck ever," Trevor cooed.

"I'd tell you you're a fantastic fuck," Ashley giggled, and as she squeezed his dick helmet continued, "but I don't want you to get a big head -- it's big enough already. But to show my appreciation I'll continue your massage for a while, this time with my mouth."

With that Ashley scooted down to Trevor's crotch and took his half-hard dick into her mouth and tongued it from helmet to root, cleaning it completely while manipulating his testicles. Trevor simply groaned appreciation while stroking as much tit as he could reach.

When Ashley finished with a smile Trevor started sucking a nipple with alacrity, making it Ashley's turn to lay there and groan.

By the time that they were both sated they had been at it for more than an hour after Ashley's massage.

As they were both joyously getting dressed and Ashley was zipping up her jeans she stopped for a moment, went into Trevor's arms, stared intensely into his eyes and coyly asked "Did you get your money's worth?"

"No way that was worth $1,000," Trevor deadpanned, then after getting a poke in the ribs continued "it was worth $10,000,000."

"Well you can pay me that Wednesday," she snickered. "And speaking of Wednesday, are you ready for another round then -- but you have to find the place."

"Nothing could stop me from another encounter," Trevor shot back as he grabbed her again and zealously kissed her.

There banter on the trip from the motel to the Center parking lot was light, cheerful, and filled with sexual innuendo. They kissed at the last stoplight before the Center since they obviously didn't want anyone else to know that their relationship had escalated. As Ashley was getting ready to exit the car Trevor handed her $145 with an explanation. "I don't have the cash for the massage on me, that will come Wednesday, but the $45 is for the extra daycare and the $100 to take Melanie out this weekend for a special treat."

Ashley seemed somewhat choked up by the gesture but then regained her composure and said "Thanks. That's sweet. I can't wait for Wednesday."

Trevor was so giddy the entire weekend his golfing buddies asked "Why the big shit eating grin."

"Life is good," was his only retort.

When Candice asked "Why are you so giddy," his devilish reply was "Because we're going to fuck this weekend," eliciting a bemused "Dream on," from his surly wife.

Actually the only reason Trevor was at all interested in sex with Candice was so that he could picture Ashley's goddess body while pounding Candice's pussy, a stretch to be sure but not as big a stretch as his hand was. 

Trevor and Ashley immediately began encounters on both Wednesday and Friday after work. Trevor's sex life went from sub-poor to impossibly outrageously phenomenal. Ashley was a sex queen, fucking in every position he had ever imagined, and then some, willing to do anything to please, and continuously upbeat in every encounter, whether for sex or the mundane. Unless she was the best actress in the world she was enjoying it almost as much as he was. There could be no doubt that her orgasms were real, no one could fake those spasms of delight.

Trevor was also pleased that Ashley never asked for her money. Trevor would just slip it into her purse as they were getting dressed or she was drying off after a co-ed shower. After every Friday encounter he would give her a toy, piece of costume jewelry or an article of clothing for Melanie.

"Trevor, you're going to spoil her, you can't do that with kids," Melanie chided after about the tenth gift.

"Hey, I never had any kids of my own to spoil -- Candice never wanted any -- so let me spoil her. By the way, when do I get to meet her."

"I don't know if that's such a good idea with her father in jail, and with you such a friendly positive role model. She might bond with you," Ashley replied with concern on her face.

"I promise not to steal her from your husband," Trevor replied.

"We'll see," Ashley responded, "but regardless thanks for being so considerate," she said as she wrapped her arms around his waist and gave him a big hug.

The next Friday after Trevor fucked Ashley's ass with two fingers as she rode him reverse cowgirl and then he gave her three oral orgasms Ashley was pretty close to comatose. Before showering with her to wake her up Trevor reached into his suit jacket pocket, hanging next to the bed, and pulled out three tickets.

Holding the tickets near Ashley's half-closed eyes Trevor cackled "The circus is coming to town. What little girl -- or big girl for that matter -- doesn't want to go to the circus. I've got three tickets for Sunday at one p.m. What do you say, huh, huh, huh," Trevor continued, tickling Ashley.

"Stop, stop, okay, anything as long as you stop tickling me," she giggled.

"I'll pick you up at noon," Trevor said excitedly.

"No," Ashley moaned, "we'll meet you at the Center's parking lot."

When Trevor met Melanie he was a little surprised that she had blond hair and blue eyes, but she was as cute as Ashley was beautiful, and very excited. As Ashley predicted she bonded with Trevor almost immediately, and he doted on her, carrying around and buying her anything she asked for despite occasional protests from Ashley.

Trevor was thrilled at how precocious Melanie was. However, he was puzzled by some of her expressions and the fact that she called Ashley "Li" instead of "Mom." He was humored by her willingness to share everything with both him and "Li," and her references to him as "UT," which Ashley explained was who she told him all the presents she brought home were from, short for "Uncle Trevor."

After a full afternoon of excitement Melanie was dead weight when Trevor carried her back to the car. Holding onto Trevor's arm Ashley looked up at him and mused "So who's your real girlfriend, me or Melanie?" then caught herself, "actually I'm surely not, just your fuck buddy."

Trevor stopped cold, kissed Ashley on her forehead and said "While sex with you is beyond incredible you are so very much more than my fuck buddy."

Ashley blushed.

After Trevor put the limp Melanie in her car seat, with no one around to observe her, stroking Trevor's crotch Ashley said "Can we please have a quickie in the back of your car -- no massage so no exchange of money."

"I don't think that I can fit, Ashley, I barely fit in the front seat."

"Leave that to me," Ashley snickered. She opened the passenger door of Trevor's car, moved the passenger's front seat all the way up, opened the rear door, and pulled her shorts and panties off and put them in the front seat. Then she hauled the wide-eyed Trevor next to the back seat, undid his shorts and boxers so that they dropped to his ankles then pushed him into the car.

With Trevor seated and Ashley standing, but bent over, next to him with the open car doors hopefully blocking the view of anyone who might happen into the otherwise empty parking lot that late Sunday afternoon, Ashley enthusiastically sucked Trevor's cock until he was rock hard. Then, in a pseudo-gymnastics move she climbed over him and started to lower herself onto him.

"Don't you need any foreplay....Ahhhh," Trevor started to say as she lowered her wet pussy onto his upright cock.

Between kisses Ashley mumbled "Hell no, uhh, sucking your cock --- oh shit -- and looking into your eyes, ....groan... was all the foreplay I -- fuck, fuck -- needed; now, ...ahhh, oh shit... relax and enjoy."

With that Ashley started bouncing on Trevor's lap like on a trampoline while she passionately kissed him and he massaged her abundant mammary glands through her shirt. He didn't last long, shortly spewing a full load into her still bouncing pussy. Once his tank was empty she gave him one last kiss, then pushed herself off him groaning.

Though spent Trevor reached his hand out to her and said "That was phenomenal -- but you didn't climax; what can I do for you."

Ashley smiled, gave him one more kiss as she put her panties and shorts on over her cum-coated thighs, and said "That was about you, not me, for being so wonderful. Now pull your pants back up before someone sees your glistening cock!"

Trevor drove home happy, stunned, confused, and bewildered. He was badly in need of getting his libido, emotions, and rational mind in sync.

Trevor went into the Center for a few hours Monday to finish up a project that he didn't finish Friday because he was distracted by his upcoming fuck with Ashley and how she would react to the circus tickets. After an hour or so the Assistant Director, Tom DuBose, came up to him.

"Say, Trevor, you know Ashley pretty well don't you."

"Sure, we work together all the time," Trevor replied slightly apprehensively.

"Has she moved recently?"

"Not that I know of, though I've never been to her apartment. Why?"

"Well I tried to send her something in the mail and it came back 'Address unknown.'"

"Have you sent her checks to that address, or tax forms?"

"No, her checks are direct deposited and she specifically asked me to pick up her W-2 form at work at the end of last year rather than having it mailed."

"Well maybe there is some problem with the Post Office in her area, Tom; give me the letter and I'll run by the address to see."

"Thanks Trevor," Tom replied handing him the addressed envelope, "let me know what you find out."

Trevor quickly finished his project and then immediately got into his car. He punched the address into his GPS, but it didn't seem to register and suggested alternative addresses. He knew approximately where the street was and drove to that neighborhood.

After forty five minutes of searching the entire area around the address on the envelope, as well as the alternative ones suggested by his GPS, Trevor concluded that there was no such place as the address Ashley had given the Center -- nothing close.

Monday night and Tuesday morning Trevor could think of little else but inconsistences in what he knew about Ashley. He was so distracted that he didn't even bother to ask Candice where she was when she showed up after the butler had already served dinner with her normally pristine hair askew, although she apparently felt obligated to volunteer that she had the top down on her Gallardo 570-4 Spyder Lamborghini. 

What puzzled Trevor the most was the way Melanie interacted with Ashley, other things that Ashley had told him that seemed improbable if not entirely unbelievable, how the story of how she came to work at the Center conflicted with what the Director had told him a few weeks before, and now the non-existent apartment. 

What he also had to admit to himself was that he didn't just find sex with Ashley off-the-charts fantastic but that he had fallen in love with her. Whenever he heard her voice, whenever she touched his hand or shoulder, whenever he heard the distinctive rap of her heels on the ground, butterflies flew in his stomach. Then there was the phenomenal impromptu fuck in the parking lot on Sunday!

Trevor went to the local jewelry store, bought a broach, then brought the broach to the head of the engineering department of one of the companies he still owned. 

As Trevor walked in everyone in the entire department said a "hello," and he responded in kind. As he walked into the head engineer's office John Marley, the Head Engineer, was on the phone but immediately told the person on the other end "Something important has come up, can I call you back in about an hour? Thanks."

"Hi, Mr. Bridges, what brings you here?"

"John you needn't have hung up, I could have waited outside."

"No problem, Mr. Bridges, just a supplier that I was discussing a problem with. How can I help?"

"John, I need you to have a special device made up, hopefully by tomorrow before two p.m. See this broach," Trevor said handing his recent purchase to John, "I need some sort of a locator and a wireless microphone put in it. Then I need to be able to hear what is said into the microphone with a receiver within one hundred yards of the device."

"From how far away does the locator signal have to be receivable?" John asked while turning the broach over in his hands.

"A mile would be best, but half a mile would work."

"I don't see a problem -- nice broach by the way. When do you need it?"

"Can I come in before ten tomorrow morning and have a tech describe the operation to me so that I can use it tomorrow afternoon?"

"Can you come in 9:30 tomorrow? It should be done by then."

"Thanks, John, see you then."

After picking up the broach and receiving instruction on its use Trevor got to the Center a little later than usual on Wednesday morning. He wanted to act as normally as possible around Ashley. He succeeded at least with respect to the butterflies when the most beautiful receptionist in the world greeted him with a cheery smile and a flirtatious "Nice that you could make it, Trevor -- you've got to stop getting drunk Tuesday nights."

"Hi Ashley -- I was saving the world this morning and it took a little longer than usual so get off my case will you," Trevor laughed, squeezed one of her hands, and then walked back to his shared office chirping over his shoulder "If Captain America comes to see me send him right back."

"Will do, Flash," Ashley giggled.

When Trevor and Ashley met for their normal Wednesday fuck session that afternoon, as Ashley was slowly taking Trevor's clothes off while kissing each newly exposed piece of skin she had a surprise for him.

"Trevor, you've given me plenty of money, enough to change my life style and provide for Melanie. Therefore there will be no more massages, so no more payments. In fact I don't want the money for the extra day care time anymore. I just want to fuck and add a session on Sunday if we can."




Hard Times



Trevor was dumbfounded and speechless.

"The only condition is that now you have to give me a massage each time -- but I'm not paying you for it," Ashley continued with a mischievous grin.

When the next hour and a half was up and Trevor had fucked Ashley twice -- unprecedented for him in the last fifteen years -- and had given her a complete body massage he stood up. He got the broach out of his sport coat pocket and made Ashley face him. "I have a present for you," he said.

"You mean besides the best sex and massage I've ever had in my life?" she muttered with half-open eyes.

"Yes, besides that," Trevor smiled, flashing the broach in front of her.

Ashley immediately snapped to attention. "Oh my God!" she exclaimed. "It's beautiful -- are those real diamonds and rubies and is that really silver?"

"The diamonds and rubies are real, but it's platinum, not silver," Trevor replied pleased with her enthusiastic reaction.

Between applying kisses to Trevor Ashley moaned "I'm gonna fuck your brains out for this!"

"Not today, though," Trevor laughed, "you'll rip my dick off. I'm giving this to you on one condition though."

"Oh yeah," Ashley snickered, "what?"

"You have to wear it the rest of the day and night, and in to work tomorrow."

After giving Trevor another kiss Ashley giggled "Can I at least put my clothes on before I wear it?"

"I guess," Trevor chuckled, "I certainly don't want anything to harm your perfect nipples and pussy lips."

As Ashley drove away from the motel Trevor was even more confused. That didn't stop him from following through on his plan, however, so he tailed Ashley's car, staying about half a mile behind, using the receiver for the locator. She wasn't driving anywhere near the address she had given the Center.

After about ten miles Ashley pulled into the parking lot of a townhouse development. She walked into an end unit. Trevor parked his car far enough away so as not to be noticed and then went up next to the townhouse unit with his headphones on. He hid behind some bushes so that he wouldn't be seen by anyone in the parking lot. He started listening at exactly the right time.

"Come on Hun, we have time for a quickie before I go off with Candy-baby."

"How many times do we have to go through this, Ron. I told you we don't fuck the days that I fuck George."

Who's Ron, who's George? Trevor mused.

"Come on, baby, you know I don't like that sixty year old pussy I've got to fuck for our financial security."

"That's not my problem. I found a rich cock I really like and just because you're not clever enough to find a rich pussy that you like don't beg me for quickies."

"You know you seem to be getting too into this guy -- what was this shit of going to the circus last weekend."

"Oh Ronnie's jealous of a guy old enough to be his daddy -- you've got some self-confidence issues, don't you dude. And I told you that I needed to go to the circus to keep up my cover."

"You're the one who should be jealous, Ash-baby, I get to ride in a Lamborghini while you're stuck in a fucking Prius."

"Well lucky you, Ronnie. Tell you what, you go fuck that sixty year old cunt thinking about me and maybe you'll get the real thing tomorrow night."

Trevor removed the headphones and peeked into a window of the townhouse. There was a handsome guy about Ashley's age, blond hair, about six feet tall, giving her a quick kiss and turning to walk out the door. Without his headphones on Trevor didn't know what he said but he had heard enough.

The information he had just gathered in two minutes was more mind-boggling than everything else he had learned his entire life. Not only was he being conned -- or at least had been until today -- but Ashley was telling her boyfriend/husband that his name was George; and Ron had to be fucking his wife Candice. How many sixty year olds with a Lamborghini named "Candy-baby" could there be?

Trevor leaned against the wall processing the information and waiting until Ron was long gone before leaving himself. As he was finally getting ready to leave, however, he heard the front door to the townhouse open up and when he peered around the corner he saw Ashley walking to another end townhouse unit three away from hers and knocking on the door. He had to know what this was about so he quickly went to that unit, found another mature piece of landscaping to hide behind, and put his earphones back on. The first thing he heard was a little girl's voice.

"Li, have you got sometin from UT for me?"

"Melanine," a strange adult female voice chimed in, "you don't ask Aunt Ashley for presents, you go give her a big hug."

"I always hug Li, mommy," Melanie's voice chirped.

"Come give me a big kiss you little monkey," Trevor heard Ashley's voice say. Trevor peeped into a window and there was Ashley hugging little Melanie, obviously not her mother but a friend of her mother's.

WOW Trevor thought to himself; but he had to hear more so he put the headphones back on.

"What a beautiful broach, Ashley, where did you get it?"

"That's part of what I need to talk to you about, June. Can you let me vent for a while?"

"Yeah, girl; you look pale -- you're not doing justice to that broach," the voice Trevor now knew to be June's replied.

"Don't I know it!" Ashley exclaimed.

"Melanie, honey, go play in your play room and Aunt Ashley will come give you a kiss goodbye before she leaves."

"Can we go to the circus again Li?" Melanie asked.

"Maybe honey if you let Mommy and I talk for a while."

Trevor couldn't quite hear what Melanie said but heard little feet scampering away.

"What's up, Ash?"

"I need to unload -- you know the guy who I tell Melanie is Uncle Trevor who you loaned Melanie to me to go to the circus with and who gives her all those presents?"

"Yeah, Melanie loved him."

"That's the problem. I love him too. I started fucking him as part of a con but now I've fallen head over heels in love with him. He's treated me better than anyone else in my life...and..." then Ashley broke into tears.

Trevor again peeked into the window and saw June comforting Ashley.

"Have you told him?"

"No because there's no future. He'll hate me if he finds out that I started fucking him as part of a con, and there's no way he'll leave his wife even though Ron is fucking her."

"What, Ron is fucking his wife? Does Ron know that, or Trevor?" June asked flabbergasted.

"No, neither does, that's why I call him George to Ron."

"Is the sex with Trevor OK?"

"No -- it's by far the best I've ever had. When I fuck Ron now I think of Trevor."

"Girl, you've got it bad; are you sure you can't just fess up; maybe he loves you too," June said between Ashley's soft sobs.

Trevor removed his headphones, sat down on the mulch below his feet, and stared into space.

Trevor didn't know how long he sat there in a trance but he at least partially snapped out of his stupor when he heard the front door of June's townhouse open and heard Ashley say "Thank you so much June, you're a great friend," followed by a "Good luck," from June.

Trevor peeped around the corner and watched Ashley return to her townhouse. He was jolted fully back to reality watching her consummate ass wiggle as she walked down the sidewalk. Once sure that both June and Ashley were in their respective abodes Trevor suddenly had an epiphany. He immediately walked up to Ashley's townhouse and knocked on the door.

Ashley gasped when she saw Trevor. "What...." was the only word to come out of her mouth.

"Sorry to surprise you but we need to talk -- can I come in?"

"OK," was all that Ashley could mutter as she moved away from the door and Trevor followed her in.

When the door closed Trevor gently grabbed her arms and turned her toward him. "Looks like you've been crying," Trevor said softly.

"I probably look like a raccoon with smeared eyelash liner, don't I?" Ashley mumbled not wanting to make eye contact but somehow knowing that she had to.

"Actually, you look beautiful. Before we have a talk though I want you to know something, which I hope will make it easier for you to tell me everything. I am hopelessly, pathetically, desperately, in love with you."

With that Trevor gave her a quick kiss then sat her down on the couch. Gazing into her eyes he said "Tell me everything."

Ashley started quietly sobbing; Trevor held her hands, all the while looking at her, until she regained her composure.

"Ron is my boyfriend, not my husband. I'm not married and Melanie is not my child, but rather the child of a good friend who let me 'borrow' her for the circus. She's the one I give all of your presents to."

Ashley stopped for a moment then took a deep breath and continued.

"Ron is a gigolo and con man and I have been drawn into that life too. When we first got to town he identified your wife Candice as a mark while we were running a separate con at the same time. He told me that I needed a mark too, but I can't just fuck anyone like he apparently can, so I did some research. Not intending to target Candice's husband I found you as the only potential mark that was rich and who I wouldn't get sick fucking so..."

With that tears welled up in Ashley's eyes and she looked at Trevor who had an understanding look on his face and said "Why aren't you running out the door, or calling the cops?"

"I already told you," he softly replied, "because I love you. Go on."

Drawing another deep breath Ashley continued. "I was really lucky getting that part time job at the Center because the other scenarios I had lined up probably would not have worked out and I would have had to look for another mark. You know how well things worked out between us. After we fucked the first time were it not for Ron expecting money I would have paid you to fuck me it was so good."

After yet another deep breath Ashley concluded her confession. "I told Ron your name was George and you were paying me $500 per session, and put the rest in a separate account and used the daycare money you gave me for expenses. Ron's con on Monday, Tuesday and some weekend days fell through so he's been pressuring me to get more money from you. However, I've fallen in love with you and decided that I'm going to take the money I've saved and get as far away as possible."

The word "love" made Trevor smile.

"So now you know. If you did fall in love with me, then you fell in love with a con, cheat, liar and whore."

"You know, Ashley," Trevor very deliberately replied as she started to cringe like she would be yelled at, "there is an alternative to your plan."

As Ashley sat with an expectant look on her face Trevor gave her a peck on the lips then said "The alternative is for me to divorce Candice, for us to move in together as soon as the divorce is final, and then get married," Trevor continued with a warm smile. As soon as Ashley's eyes were as big as they could get he laughed "That is if you'll agree to a prenup and children, my only two conditions."

Ashley dissolved into Trevor's arms almost unintelligibly mumbling "yes, yes, yes" between wails.

By the end of the day Trevor had moved Ashley into a hotel, with information from Ashley had a team of private investigators get a video and stills of Candice's goings-on with Ron that night, and had talked to his lawyer.

Trevor didn't go into the Center to volunteer Thursday although he insisted that Ashley go. After confronting Candice with the information from the PI and reminding her of the mutual pre-nups that they had signed he had her agreement for a no fault divorce by Friday morning and only a modest settlement; that is considering his wealth it was modest but more than enough to get Candice out of his life forever. 

Within two weeks Candice moved two thousand miles away to be close to her family. Ron was happy to leave town for parts unknown with a $100,000 payoff but with the knowledge that there was a warrant for his arrest on fraud that would be executed if he ever returned. Ashley and Trevor had lunch and dinner together every day but only when they were certain that they were unseen did they sleep together.

By pulling strings Trevor got his divorce final within two months. Ashley moved into Trevor's mansion the by the time the ink was dry on the divorce decree. They both continued to work -- Ashley now as a volunteer -- three days a week at the Center. Trevor formally asked Ashley to marry him a week after she moved in during a three day trip to Paris. She signed a prenup without even reading it but would have been embarrassed by how generous Trevor was in it if she had read it.

At their wedding reception a month later June and Ashley both beamed as Trevor danced with the flower girl -- Melanie. When Ashley cut in, pretending that she was perturbed, she clutched him tightly and while giggling said "Stay away from that hussie, I don't want her stealing you away from me."

"Don't be jealous," Trevor laughed, "you know how I love kids."

Ashley stopped dancing, kissed Trevor, then with a wicked smile said "I hope so because I'm six weeks pregnant."



Hard Times...



The faces surrounding me at the table mirror my own.

Sullen, frustrated, fearful.

The economy has worsened, everyone have either lost their jobs or had their hours cut so drastically that they might as well have. 

My granddaughter is ill and needs very expensive medications. My kids and their families have moved in with me because I have the largest house, and pooling what resources we have was best. But even that is not enough. They are looking to me for answers, and I am fresh out.

I look through the want ads again. Out of the few that are listed, only one is remotely a possibility. But I don't say anything. I can't. They would talk me out of even trying for it...

WANTED: Exotic Dancer

Pussycat Club

W. Highland

Apply in Person

Great. The sleaziest place in town.

But always packed... go figure.

Later that day, dressed in leggings and a top I would never wear in public and hid under a long coat, thanking mother nature for cold weather, I drove to the Pussycat Club.

I sat in the parking lot a few minutes, summoning every ounce of courage I had and pushing every ounce of self doubt below it. I got out and went inside. Thankfully it was early enough that the place hadn't filled yet. There were a few men at the bar, but they were engrossed in their own woes.

I approached the bartender... "I would like to speak with the owner" I tried to sound confident. 

The guy looked me over, "What do you want to speak about?" he asked. 

"The ad in the paper" I respond, as I straighten my back and give him a look I hope reflects conviction and confidence.

He walks to a side door at the end of the bar, knocks, and when a voice shouts from the other side, he opens it, says a few words I can't hear and then looks at me, "C'mon, Dan says he'll talk with you."

I walk to the door and enter. It's darker than the club, a desk lamp providing the only light. As my eyes adjust I see a man sitting a leather chair. He is large, tall and muscular. He isn't bad looking, but rough. He hasn't shaved in a few days, and his hair hasn't seen a barber in a while either.

He says nothing, but looks me over, and over again. "Take off the coat" he states.

I unbutton the coat and slip it off my shoulders, lying it across the arm of a small couch. Hoping the couch is actually cleaner than I expect it to be.

He looks me over again. 

I am not tall at 5'3, and not thin at 150 pounds. I am curvy, with large breasts and round hips, flat stomach and belly and great legs, even if I do say so myself. I work on my body daily, I am fit, and I know it.

"Turn around" he says, this time twirling a finger in a circle as he speaks.

I make a slow turn in place, trying to remember what is riding on my getting this job.

"Not bad... not great, but not bad." he says, talking to himself more than to me, and then, "Tell me why a woman of your age is trying to get a job here, and don't lie to me, 'cause I know this is the last place on earth you would want to be seen."

I gulp, but stand my ground. "Hard times. My family is all but destitute, my granddaughter is ill and needs expensive meds. This place is my last hope." 

He frowns slightly, runs a large hand through his hair and leans back in his chair. "I understand where you're coming from, but here's the deal" he says, leaning forward again and fixing me with a glare, "You're competing with a twenty-three year old that has promised me a blow job every day she works... and I am sure she'll make my customers happy. Now, why would I hire you?"

I take a deep breath, I have to make this good. "I am an adult, not a naive kid still wet behind the ears. I don't do drugs, I don't smoke, I don't drink. So I won't be taking smoking breaks, call in with a hangover or be late because I don't care." His eyes narrowed, so I kept going... "I know what men want, I know how to tease. I know if they get too much too quick they'll have their fill and leave. They have to stay here long enough to keep drinking, so you keep making money." He was thinking. That's a good thing I thought to myself.

"What about the blow job, I really like the idea of a daily blow job." he sneered. 

I leaned over the desk, knowing my 38D's were in almost full view... "Tell you what, if I fail to increase your sales in the first week I am here, I will give you two a day for the next week, and one a day after that."

He was silent for a few seconds and then burst out laughing. I wasn't sure what it meant until he recovered enough to speak again. "Well, you have spunk, that's all I can say. And what you said before makes sense, I can tell you understand business." he said, shaking his head, "Okay, it's a deal, you start tonight."

I almost fell over from relief, but anxiety quickly took it's place. He explained the way the sessions worked, 20 minutes on, 40 off, because there are three dancers. During the 40 off I would be waiting tables. If one of the other girls didn't show up it would be 30 on, 30 off. Six o'clock PM to 1:00 AM, six days per week, because it was closed on Sundays. Extra costumes were on a rack in the dressing area, or I could wear my own if I preferred. "Umnn... yea, thanks but I think I'll scrounge up something on my own thanks." I muttered. He laughed and handed me a card from Daisy's Dukes down the street. "Go see her and give her this card, she'll fix you up and you can pay me back a little each week, I'll trust you for it, but if you quit or get fired before they're paid for, they're mine."

I nodded, took the card and drove down the block to Daisy's. In an hour she had me outfitted with 2 sets of bras and matching

g-strings. I was still in shock at having gotten the job in the first place, so it hadn't sank in yet that I was actually going to have to go on stage and dance in front of drunken, lecherous men. "What the hell were you thinking?" I thought to myself, as I headed home to change. I had an hour before I would be starting my new "job".

I donned my coat again and told my family I would be gone until late and not to worry, that I was going out with some friends. They gave me questioning stares, but thankfully didn't ask for anything more by way of explanation.

I drove to the Pussycat Club and entered, making my way through the tables to the dressing area. Two other girls were getting dressed when I entered. They gave me similar stares to what my family had. "I'm Gayle" I said holding out my hand to one and then the other.

"Sidney", said the first, "Just call me Sid."

"I'm Frankie", said the second, "Not short for Francesca, my dad wanted a boy."

I laughed and she smiled. That was a start at least.

"You're a little old for a gig like this" Sid stated as I removed my coat and hung it on the costume rack.

I cringed inwardly... "Yes... I guess I am. Hard times can befall anyone."

The young women nodded in agreement.

"Any tips you can give me? I haven't done this before." I asked, hoping I could trust them not to sabotage me.

"Try to stay just far enough out of their reach that they can put money in your g-string, but not grab you." Sid offered.

"Bernie, the bartender keeps an eye on us, but he gets busy, so we watch out for each other as well. Dan, the owner is also the bouncer, but unless it gets ugly he won't do much or he's scaring away his own customers." Frankie added.

Sid was on first, then Frankie and then it would be my turn at the bottom of the hour, which suited me fine, so I could watch them for a time. Frankie and I went to talk with Bernie and figure out the table split as Sid took the stage.

The next 40 minutes flew by and I had already been groped, slapped on the ass, pinched and embarrassed more times than I ever had my entire life. And I hadn't been on stage yet. Frankie came over and tapped me on the shoulder, "Your turn Gayle." My heart sank and my belly flip-flopped. I handed her my tray and nodded. She noticed my expression and added, "You'll be fine! Just don't forget to smile."

I stepped up on the stage and the music started. I was petrified. The colored lights were flashing, the music seemed louder... I took a deep breath and started to dance, swaying my hips to the beat and trying to imagine myself alone in my house... and gave myself over to the music. 

A hand poked a bill under the string of my pantie and startled me, Ok, this is what I am here for, tips are good I told myself. I began to dance a little closer to the men seated around the stage, some just held up bills, which I would bend down to let them put in my scant bra, others would stand to put them in my pantie. There was a tip jar behind me, and I could put the excess bills in it for safe keeping while I danced. 

After a few minutes I started to relax and almost enjoy myself. This was easier than I had thought. I was actually making tips! The rule between the girls was no bare boobs before eleven o' clock. That worked for me. By the time eleven came it really didn't bother me as much as I thought to take my bra off. I even enjoyed the cat calls I received... ENJOYED it! Who would have thought. 

The time flew by and finally it was time to go home. I had a stack of bills, mostly ones, but several fives as I glanced through. I would wait until I got home to count them. We said our good byes and becarefuls and went our separate ways.

I entered my home quietly and went upstairs to my room. I pulled off my coat and costume, sprayed it with febreeze and hung it to air out. I was glad to have 2 to switch out. I would get another as soon as I could. "What!" gads, making future plans? I have lost my mind. After a shower, I lay down on my bed and counted my tips. Almost $300! WHAT THE HELL? I counted again, unable to process my thoughts. Surely that has got be a mistake. But there it was. If I could make that every night it would be over $2000 a week with my wages. Unbelievable.

My family began to question my late nights, and I explained that I had gotten a night job helping a friend clean offices. That seemed to satisfy them for the time being.

The rest of the week went by as fast as the that first night. My tips were consistent, up a bit on Friday night. At the end of the shift on Saturday night Dan called me into his office. "Well, I haven't really talked to you since the day I hired you, what do you think so far?" He asked. 

"I am liking it, making decent tips, the other girls are great." I felt much more enthusiastic than I had the week before when I was applying for the job.

"Well, I have to say, I have been surprised... you have managed to breath some fresh life into the place." he said. "But that doesn't let you out of our deal entirely."

My heart sank. How could I have forgotten that. "But you said... you agreed..." I stammered.

"We agreed on what would happen if you failed to make the club money, but we didn't agree on what it would take to keep the job if you did." he leaned back in the chair and smiled.

Cocky bastard. 

"What have you got in mind?" I asked. 

"You were willing to do what we negotiated, so I figured we would renegotiate to something a little easier."

"And that would be?" I asked.

"A blow job any time I want."

Fuck.

Now what am I going to do. I don't want to lose this job. I have made over $2000 in one week. I even bought another damn costume. I look him in the eye, quickly assess my options and say, "Fine."

His eyes narrow, his lips curl into a slow smile, "Glad to hear you are so co-operative." He leans forward in his chair once again, but scoots out to the edge of the seat. He grasps the first button of his levis and pulls... the rest come undone in quick succession and he reaches in to free his cock and balls. "No time like the present."

I put my purse and coat on the couch and walked over to the chair where he sat. I knelt in front of him, between his legs. The club always smells like cigarette smoke and stale beer, and he no different, though I also smell his cologne, and soap. It is a pleasant surprise. He make look rough, but at least he's showered recently. 

I take his cock in one hand, his balls in the other. Slowly massaging them as I stroke his thick length. I lick the head with the tip of my tongue, once... twice... and wrap my lips around it as if to kiss the head. I hear his breath hiss. I take the crown in my hot, wet mouth, and lick in a circle around the head, all the while still stroking the shaft and massaging his balls. I look up at him and see his eyes riveted on my mouth. I take him further... inch by inch, sucking and licking, until my nose is buried in his trimmed patch. 

I hear a groan and a reflexive buck of his hips tells me I am on the money. I keep up what I am doing... pulling away almost completely then descending again and again. His hands are gripping the arms of the chair, I am sucking him to the back of my throat and swallowing around the head to increase pressure and sensation. I pull on his sac and he moans louder still, one hand tangles in my hair and he pulls my head to his groin hard as his hips begin to rock... "Fuck yea" he grinds out between clenched teeth, "Suck that cock baby!"

I increase my efforts and tighten my grip around his balls, he is skull fucking me now, hard and fast, his groans loud, ragged until he finally slams my head down one last time, holding it there and I feel his seed explode against the back of my throat.

"Fuck yess!", he growls, as he cums hard.

I swallow quickly to keep from choking as his cum fills my mouth, I don't miss a drop, and keep sucking as his cock softens in my mouth. His grip on my head lessens and I can pull back, releasing his cock from my lips. 

"You keep that up and I may make you a partner." he says with a satisfied smile.

I stand without saying a word, pick up my coat and purse, throw him a wink over my shoulder and walk out of his office.

I have to drop off one of my costumes at the 24 hr. cleaners on the way home.



Hard Times



I shouldn't have taken the job. But she was beautiful and desperate. I could tell she was new to this kind of thing, hell, I was new. I hoped she was new. I've always been a big guy, not much of a fighter but more just viewed as intimidating. I know my way with weapons, got to the gym, and can protect myself. She needed a body guard. She was very honest with me. I knew I would have to sit in her living room or wait outside at a cheap motel while she fucked and sucked for cash. She had a day job. Made decent money. But had a kid back home who needed braces, school clothes, and field trips. I understood. Never talked about the boy until that night, with her. 

I got fifty an hour. She usually took less than an hour with each and had eight to ten clients an evening. She paid me in cash and we went our separate ways. I could hear them. Whether outside the door, of course, better and more clearly when I was in her living room, the groans, the banging of the bed against the wall, the slaps and grunts. I hadn't fucked in a year. I thought about pulling it out and cumming on her floor every time I heard her moan. I didn't; I thought that would be unprofessional.

Room 9. Star Motel, 2 a.m. I heard an unusual, startling banging. Like a body against a wall. I sprung up, opened the door. Blood leaked from her mouth. She was naked and red across one cheek. His hand was slightly lowered from being up in the air and ready to strike. I slammed him against the adjacent wall. The impact of us left a partial dent and fissure in the drywall and a tilted painting over the bed. She sat and stared at us both. The guy paid her fee and three hundred more and left. I wasn't going to leave her alone.

"Wanna get cleaned up? Get some coffee?" 

I stroked her hair as I asked. I want to show that I was sincere. Life is shit and we all need somebody sometimes. I felt my cock flutter. The want rushed to my brain and my cock. I blame the adrenalin. She gave me my cut. 

"Good night." 

I keep thinking about the boy. His mother. I didn't love her. She offered; I accepted. And when Aaron looked at his son, I knew he knew. The eyes. How could he not know? I used to see them often. I used three white balloons to make the boy a summer snow man. I drew the buttons, nose, and even the hat. Taped them together with the roll the boy's mother fetched for me. I watched her ass. I yearned for her pussy. Aaron called to ask me to stay the weekend. He decided to pick up some extra shifts. I got excited. I looked at her. I felt something and knew it was done. 

She called at 4p.m. says meet at her place at six. I stopped thinking about the boy and his mother and thought of Alice. The noises with her men and her plump lips. Her white, almost perfect nakedness and the trickle of blood. I reached down beneath my covers and got the release I needed. The thought of her swallowing me down, not charging me, made it almost hurt when I closed my eyes and came. 

The man she was meeting arrived at her place. I had gotten there a few minutes earlier and was sitting on her couch.

She explained, "Paul is my protection. He is as discreet as I am." 

I nodded, kept sitting at the corner of her sofa. She asked me to wear tank top white t-shirts to show off my ink and arms. I spend a great deal of time in the gym. She understood how just a façade can deter violence. I flexed. He asked if she could blow him in front of me. 

"Fifty more dollars to do it in front of Paul." 

She didn't ask and I felt slightly uncomfortable. He fished in his pocket and uncrumpled a fifty. As I lifted, I kept thinking about her lips. I could have sworn she was turned on by my watching. I couldn't look away. I couldn't ignore the stirring in my pants. The need to bust out of them and into her. That sweet mouth. Those painted lips. I keep telling myself that she's trouble. No need to make this personal. I loved how she stroked his cock in between sucks. I was rock hard when she gobbled up his balls. He whimpered and she sucked there harder. Tongued at his rod again. She made loud slurping noise when she went all the way down and back up his meager piece. The dude blew early. I kept thinking smug thoughts like 'I know I could satisfy her.' 'I know I could last longer.' 'My cock is so much bigger!' I thought about kisses down her long neck and then up and onto that mouth. My lips and tongue exploring her nipples. 

One night, we found ourselves in the same bar. She raised her glass and as I walked in the door. I was glad to go over. She bought me a whiskey. I felt obliged to sit and talk. I felt a different kind of pull to her off the clock. I watched as she spoke, carefully, not about business, says she's been thinking about how empty the world can be. Her mouth was like poetry as those fat, lovely lips parted and puckered with every other annunciation. I watched as she tossed a loose hair aside as she spoke. I saw men watch her. She was likely in her forties but had a round, kind face. Her body was her business so that was amazing. Firm natural tits and a belly that looked as if she had never had a baby.

She went to college. Got a day job. It was hard to make ends meet. My mind drifted away from her and to the boy's mother. Mexican. It doesn't matter. A black haired woman with a yellow haired boy. A good friend. She was good to me. Still could be on occasion when Aaron works nights and needs a friend to stay with the boy and his brown-skinned mother. I have declined since the snowman summer. 

The boy's mother called to tell me that Aaron has started thinking that maybe something is up. He keeps looking at the boy, she says, with contempt and fear. She said he finally commented on the eyes. She says he hit the boy and shook him. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. I'm thinking about Utah again.

Tonight 9 p.m. Two hour session. Her place. She answered the door in a small silk robe, her tits budding out, no bra and no shirt. 

"I'm getting ready."

She had many candles lit, enough to make the place warmer. She sat next to me. Slid her finger across my forearm, tracing one of my tattoos. My cock sprung to attention. She leaned down and licked where her finger had touched. The client knocked. I wanted to tell her to ignore it. She winked at me, opened the door, and kissed her paying visitor. She later told me she wished she had never touched me. 

I feel the same.



Hard Times at the Hotel



"Leave the door unlocked. Be naked and hard. I want to open the door and find you with my glass of champagne in one hand and your dick in the other." Those were my instructions when I was 5 minutes away from the hotel. Even though I set the stage to my preference, it's still a thrill to find you actually naked and hard, your hands occupied exactly as I requested. Without a word I bring your lips to mine and taste you, taking advantage of your busy hands to slide my own over your warm naked body.

I sink into the overstuffed chair. You kneel at my feet, take off my heels and rub my feet while I enjoy my champagne. Then you unpack my bag, laying out the toys and imagining how each one will feel if I decide to use it on you. I pull you into my arms and we kiss, slowly savoring each others lips and tongues for a long time until I am wet with anticipation. I love the way you kiss. I run my hands over your nakedness. Your ass in my hands feels so good. There is something I love about you being naked and me not. Easy access. I can kiss you and slide my hand over your butt, slipping a finger between your cheeks and stroking your anus softly while our tongues dance. You quiver under my touch and I smile.

When I am in control you are only allowed to touch me where and when I permit it. Most of the time you follow the rules well, but this night you are in the mood for a spanking. I ask you to undress me and you do so slowly and sensuously; the removal of each piece of clothing an extended caress. Then you intentionally break the rules by taking my breasts in your hands. I pull away with a gentle admonition. I know what you are asking for.

I move to the edge of the bed and beckon to you. For your punishment you lay over my lap with your ass presented. I can feel you hard against my legs in anticipation. You've assumed this position many times before and I know you love it. I begin slapping each cheek with my bare hand, enjoying the redness that appears and your small grunts as my hand connects with your ass. After your ass is hot and red and you are squirming in my lap, I tell you to lay face down on the bed with a pillow under your hips. I play with your ass, opening you up slowly, teasing you with fingers and toys for some time. Playing with your ass definitely makes me wet. Finally I use a large plug to fill you up and you struggle a bit to accept its intrusion.

My turn, now. Tonight I'm in the mood for a massage and you happily comply, kneading my muscles until my tension dissolves under your touch. You feel the plug in your ass every time you move. You know you will be feeling more than that plug tonight, and can hardly wait. But my pleasure comes first. Taking your time, you slowly use your lips, tongue and fingers to excite me. Your hands never stop moving, stroking every part of my body and into my pussy until I am reaching for your touch. Your tongue on my clit is maddeningly pleasurable. You're good at this. I have trained you well. The kissing, the spanking, playing with your ass, and your sensual, talented tongue and fingers work their magic on me. Before long I am writhing with a powerful orgasm and moaning my ecstasy; music to your ears. You know the better you please me, the more chance you have of getting fucked. Tonight you have absolutely earned it.

I tell you to get in position. On your hands and knees on the bed you push your ass in the air like a present I get to unwrap. I stand back for a moment just to look at you. You are incredibly hard in anticipation and your dick is dripping. Your ass is pink from your spanking and the base of the plug is nestled between your cheeks.

I decide to fuck with you a little. Your ass still filled with the plug, I turn you over and lay my naked body against yours, head to toe, kissing you hard like I could eat you, pressing my pussy against your cock. Then I look into your eyes and warn you not to come...not yet. Moving down, I take your cock in my hand, making you jump a little. I slowly run my tongue around the head, watching you watch me. The effort it takes you not to come as I slide my hot wet lips and tongue all the way up and down you several times puts a look of pain on your face, but I'm not fooled. You are in heaven.

Now it's time for other things, though. My mouth caresses you one last time and then I turn you back over onto your knees. I slowly move the plug in and out, and you gasp. It's the largest plug I have and I know it is stretching your ass; pushing your limits. I press it in again and grab my strap-on from the toys. I stand next to the bed and direct you to watch me put it on and think about how it is going feel inside you. Your face is flushed with passion as you gaze at me fastening the leather buckles and spreading lube over the length of the dildo.

The fat plug has opened you up nicely. I push 2 fingers in and massage your prostate. You whimper softly and lean back against my fingers. It's time for your reward. I place the head of my dildo against your ass and shove gently. After the plug, my dildo slips in without a struggle, all 7" of it. I watch it slide into your gorgeous ass, and feel you meet my penetration eagerly. I love it when you do that. Watching this, I'm so wet I'm dripping.

I begin to slowly pull all the way out and slide back in, delighting in the noises of pleasure you are making with each stroke...letting you feel the full length of the dildo as I make your ass mine. You continue to push back, meeting my thrusts. Your muscular ass looks heavenly, spread open and filled up. I fuck you for a long, delicious time until I feel sweat running down my back.

Sinking into you, I press my body against yours. I tease your nipples with my fingers, pinching and flicking them as I kiss the back of your neck. I tease my own nipples by brushing them against your back, all the while buried inside you, motionless.

I pull out and you make a small sound of disappointment. Flipping you over, I put one of your legs over my shoulder and you gasp as I enter you again. I begin thrusting into your ass, locking eyes with you, watching your pleasure.

The word "Yes" comes out of your mouth, over and over, with increasing volume, every time I push into you. I let go of any concerns that you are still enjoying your fucking. Then I lube up my hand and grab your tortured cock. I slide my hand up and down you firmly while I thrust deep and fast into your ass. You take about 30 seconds of this and then start to roar with passion as you shoot copious amounts of cum onto your belly and even as far as your chin. Every time I fuck your ass, the sheer volume of cum astonishes us both. You have even set personal distance records when I am pounding into you. Eventually your spasms subside. You are still breathing hard.

I gently pull out and lay next to you, rubbing your cum into your stomach and chest while you twitch and tremble for a while, still recovering from the intensity of your orgasm. I look around the room at the evidence of our passionate coupling; clothes and toys everywhere, bed covers on the floor. I know you got what you asked for when you called me this morning and said, "Surprise me".

You've done well tonight, so I let you have a glass of champagne. Pulling up the covers, we curl up together and drift off to sleep.



Hard Times: Fun in the Water



Gary was standing in the bathroom looking in the mirror with his board short bathing suit around his ankles and was furiously pumping his shaft when he thought he heard something. He took a minute straining to hear anything before he resumed jerking off. He was desperate to relieve himself after the torture that his sister Ashley had put him through this morning. 

He was home alone with Ashley. His wife was away on business at a conference and Ashley was living with them for a while. This morning had started with her crawling around on the floor half naked allowing him to see her wonderful tight young body. Later, she was working out with him in an outfit that should be illegal and wantonly starred at his own body. 

All of this action left him past horny, almost ready to explode. He needed fast relief before going outside to swim with her. Seeing her in a bathing suit was not going to do anything to help his situation. But, again as he resumed his masturbate he had to stop as he thought he heard something.

"GARY! I NEED HELP!" Ashley was yelling from downstairs.

Gary quickly pulled up his bathing suit and ran downstairs to see what was wrong. Once downstairs he realized that she was actually out back standing next to the Jacuzzi. The Jacuzzi was making a horrible noise and Ashley was standing next to it with a panicked look on her face.

"Hurry, I am not sure what I did! I just turned it on to warm and it started making this loud noise!" She frantically explained while being on the verge of tears. 

Gary went over to the Jacuzzi and flipped a switch on the side of the motor and it started purring like a kitten. "It is fine you just needed to flip the pump on. The engine was pumping but nothing was flowing until I hit that switch." He explained reassuringly. 

Ashley breathed a sigh of relief. "Wow, okay great. Whew, I was so worried I was breaking it and couldn't figure out how to shut it off. Well, at least I got you out here. I wasn't sure what was taking you so long. Are you ready for some sun?" Ashley asked. 

As she was talking Gary took notice of Ashley's appearance. She looked glorious in a candy apple red thong bikini. The string top was small and barely covered her large breasts. But, the bottoms were almost obscene. Thin stings ran from the sides to the back and disappeared in the valley of her ass cheeks. The front was not much larger than a playing card. This combined with her beautiful face, bright blue eyes and long auburn hair left Gary rapidly regretting he didn't get to finish jerking off in the bathroom and minute ago. 

"Well, yeah I am out here now. Let me just go and get us some towels and I will be right back out." Gary explained hoping for any reason to go and finish his uncompleted job. 

"I grabbed us some towels silly, now come over here and rub some lotion on my back." She stated with a wink and went over and laid face down on the pool chair. "I have very sensitive skin." She continued. 

Gary took a deep breath, sat down next to her and poured some lotion onto Ashley's back. She squealed and squirmed in the chair as his hands started to work spreading the lotion on her shoulders. He rubbed the lotion onto her back slowly enjoying the feel of her skin. Her skin was smooth and soft but he could also feel her tight athletic muscles as he rubbed. The lotion smelled like strawberries and reminded Gary of the lotion strippers would wear at the clubs he used to visit before he was married to Sandy. As he rubbed the lotion he accidentally hit the strings from her top. Without hesitating she casually reached up and untied her top and let it drop to the sides. 

"Gary do you mind giving me a little bit of a massage as you put the lotion on? My muscles are really tight from working out earlier and I could use it. Please, Please, I promise to pay you back when you are done?" She pleaded with him. 

She had him at hello Gary thought to himself but responded with a "Sure, no problem." 

Gary poured more lotion on his hands and started at her neck. He rubbed the back of her neck and shoulders for a few minutes before moving down in circular motions to her lower back. He then ran his hands up and down the sides of her back. As he moved his fingers grazed the sides of her breasts with each stroke. He could feel the softness of her breasts and could see them bulging against the pool chaise. He loved her large natural breasts. He remembered seeing her large dark areolas peaking through her wet top earlier in the day. 

He continued rubbing and massaging her like this for a few moments enjoying the feel of her body. He was careful not to bump his erection into her as he massaged her beautiful body. Ashley was purring with satisfaction as he rubbed. Gary took that as a sign she was also enjoying the massage and moved to her ass.

"Do you want me to put this on your butt as well?" he asked sheepishly. 

"Yes, go ahead if it is not too weird for you. If you could massage as well I would really appreciate it. I don't normally use elliptical machines and that one in your house already has me sore from the work out this morning." She asked innocently. 

Gary knew this was more of her blatant teasing, but he didn't care. He was going to enjoy it for what it was for as long as he could. He poured some more lotion on her ass and started to rub it into her skin. Gary's cock was pulsating as he kneaded her wonderful ass. It took all of his will power at that moment not to dive in head first and start licking her ass. Instead he rubbed in circles, grabbing, pulling and tickling her ass as he did so. Ashley was loudly moaning as he continued his assault on her ass. He squeezed her cheeks together and ran his thumb in between them with the only thing blocking him from touching her asshole was the flimsy thong material. He repeated this procedure several times later allowing his thumbs to run on the outside pussy lips and on the inside of her thighs. As he did so he noticed a large wet spot in her thong and he knew that Ashley was enjoying this. 

After several minutes he moved fully to her legs. He focused on her inner thighs for several minutes alternating between a firm massage and lightly tickled her thighs. She squirmed and giggled under his touch and occasionally moaned in pleasure. After a few minutes he moved down to the rest of her legs and did her feet. 

"Did you want me to do your front as well?" he asked hopefully. 

Ashley giggled. "No, I think I can reach those parts. Thanks though that was wonderful! Sandy was right when she said you can work magic with your hands."

Gary was a little surprised that Sandy had shared that point, but it was true that massages and finger simulation were favorites of hers. 

"Ok, your turn." Ashley proclaimed. She quickly tied her top and popped up off of the chair and motioned for Gary to lie down. "You are going to have to lose those big board shorts though. There is no way I will be able to massage your legs and back with those things on." She explained cheerfully. 

"How exactly am I going to do that?" Gary questioned. 

Ashley reached down and grabbed a towel and held it out in front of Gary. "Here, I will hold the towel for you. Just strip out of them and wrap the towel around you." 

Gary complied and turned away from Ashley and pulled down his bathing suit and as he was kicking them to the side took a quick glance back and saw Ashley staring at his ass.

"Um, nice butt!" Ashley commented while smiling as she knew she was busted. "Hey, it is only fair I see yours since you were just rubbing mine a few minutes ago. 

"Yes, but I didn't come outside wearing a thong." Gary joked.

"Now there is a thought." She giggled and wrapped the towel around his waist. "Now lie down in the chair and put this flat across you so I have access to move it around."

Gary complied and within a few moments Ashley was massaging the sun tan lotion onto his back. He had to admit it felt very good. Her hands were light to the touch as they glided over his skin. She was alternating between massaging the lotion into his skin to lightly caressing and tickling him. Every now and then he could feel her breasts rub against his back as she massaged his neck. He wasn't sure but he thought he could feel her hard nipples encased in her bikini top against his skin as well. 

"I really am having a hard time reaching your neck." She stated and then proceeded to straddle him and sitting lightly on his lower back. 

This move drove Gary crazy. He could feel her bare ass sliding on his lower back and her thong covered mound warm against his skin. She was rocking as she rubbing, making her pussy slide against his back. The combination of her motion and the feel of her skin made Gary rock hard. The motion of her rocking and also was causing his dick to rub against the chaise and was slowly but effectively masturbating him. As Ashley rubbed she was sliding her butt lower down his back. This procedure also caused the towel to move with her until soon she was sitting on his bare ass. The feeling was incredible as her warm pussy was now resting on his butt crack. Her hands moved lower and lower until she was rubbing the tops of his ass cheeks. 

Ashley focused her massage on one spot on his right side. "This is where you tweaked your back earlier right?" she asked massaging with a little more pressure. She was rubbing it with her thumb while her fingers teased his ass crack. "Does that feel good?" she asked innocently. 

"It feels fantastic. But you are getting an up close and personal view of my ass in this position." He mentioned jokingly.

"That is okay, I am just returning the favor from earlier. Here maybe your boo-boo will feel better if I give it a little kiss." She stated and lightly kissed up and down his tailbone. A few times he could swear he felt her tongue licking his cheeks. 

Ashley spread Gary's legs apart and climbed between them on the chair. From this position she then proceeded to rub, knead and rhythmically push his ass into the chair. Occasionally, she ran her fingers in his crack and over his asshole. All the while seemingly unknowingly she masturbated him with the chair. However, this was starting to cause a dilemma as the morning's workout adventures and all of this action had him dangerously close to bursting. If he did though he would make a mess all over the chair and embarrass himself. 

Ashley moved her attentions to Gary's inner thighs. She would rub his thighs and let her finger dipped below the towel that was now lying between his legs below his ass. As her fingers dipped her thumbs would lightly graze his balls, tickling them with her long fingernails. Gary was only seconds away from cumming at this point. He had to stop it now.

"Thanks Ash, but I think that is good. I can get my legs myself." He said as he sat up on his elbows and looked back at her. Her face looked heartbroken. "Are you sure? Did I do something wrong?" She asked sheepishly. From her tone he could tell she was enjoying the event as much as he was if not more. 

"No, no. It is just that ...well, uh...my back is actually tightening up some lying here and I should get into the pool and move around before it gets too tight." He explained spitting out the first thing that popped into his mind. He could tell by Ashley's expression that she didn't really buy it. "But hey, this just gives us an excuse to hit the pool. What do you say about game of pool basketball?" He asked with a smile.

"Okay, but I hope that old man back of yours doesn't slow you down." Ashley teased as she seemed to like the idea of playing a pool game. 

The Pool

After a quick application of lotion to the spots that were missed and putting his bathing suit back on Gary was in the pool practicing a few jump shots. Ashley had gone inside and returned with a few drinks. "Red Bull and vodka, the drink of champions!" she joked. 

She jumped in the pool, took a few practice shots. Ashley played basketball in High School so she actually had a good shot. Gary explained the rules of the game, but basically everything was legal and the first person to 5 won. It was make-it, take-it, so if you scored you got the ball back. 

Gary moved back a few steps and threw Ashley the ball. "Ladies first," he stated. 

Ashley took the ball and shot quickly before Gary could do anything. Gary watched in wonder as the ball sailed through the net. "Thanks Gary, I think you might learn to regret that decision." She laughed and caught the ball as he tossed it to her after retrieving it. 

Gary played up closer to Ashley this time. She spun and had her back to him. Ashley then backed toward the net, bumping her ass back into Gary trying to move him back. Gary kept his hands high and stood his ground. Ashley continued to push her ass back and was now pushing directly onto Gary's crotch. He could feel her ass cheeks surrounding his cock as she gyrated her hips and torso trying to move into position. For what felt like the hundredth time today Gary found himself getting hard. Ashley's ass was bumping and grinding him now and she could surely feel his hardening cock filling the valley of her cheeks and she moved. Suddenly she twisted and tried to take a shot but Gary was able to block the shot and grab the ball away. 

"HA! NO SOUP FOR YOU!" Gary yelled in his best Soup Nazi from Seinfeld voice. He than rose up and took a jump shot that swooshed nothing but net on its way through. 

"Hey, no fair you big bully. But, if you want to play for real you got it." Ashley chimed. She got the ball and passed it back to Gary. 

Gary then faked right, went left and drained another jump shot before Ashley could do anything. "2-1 Ash, I think I am heating up." Gary commented. 

Ashley then retrieved the ball one more time, but this time carried it up to Gary and handed it to him. As soon as Gary had the ball Ashley was all over him. He turned his back to her and felt her press firmly up against his back. Her tits were now pressed flat against him and they were rubbing up and down his back as she moved to try and grab the ball. He could feel her hard nipples sliding up and grinding into him. Her leg also snaked around his leg and was sliding up and down his thigh as she reached for the ball. Gary was getting extremely distracted by her maneuvers when suddenly she tickled his side. Surprised by the move he brought the ball down to protect himself. Ashley reached and slapped the ball away and used her free leg to push off of him and swam to the free ball. Before he could do anything about it she was completing a lay up, evening the score at 2-2. 

"See bro, two can play rough." Ashley commented and flashed him that killer smile one more time. 

"Yeah, yeah I hear you. Let's see how you play under pressure." He joked, handed her the ball and moved up against her to defend any quick shots. 

They battled back and forth over the next few minutes. Trading baskets and rubbing, grabbing and grinding the entire time. A few times they wrestled while fighting for the ball and Gary's face ended up buried in Ashley's cleavage or with his hand grabbing her ass. Ashley too accidentally bumped into Gary's hard dick, letting her hand linger a second or two longer than she should. Gary's hard on continued to tent his bathing suit and he could only imagine that Ashley was as excited as he was. They continued playing until Ashley scored a basket on a jump shot to even the score at 4. The next basket would win the game. 

"Are you ready to go down bro?" Ashley asked as she spun the ball in her hand. 

"I don't think so Ash." Gary responded and got into defensive position. 

Ashley was facing him with the ball in her hands when suddenly she threw it straight up into the air. Gary jumped up to grab the ball when suddenly he felt Ashley grab the sides of his bathing suit and pull it straight down. Gary's thick 7 inch cock sprung into view as it was finally free from its confines. He quickly reached down to recover his suit, but he saw that Ashley had recovered the ball and was swimming towards the basket. Leaving his suit behind Gary lurched for Ashley and grabbed her by the bikini bottoms. He pulled her back yanking the bikini bottoms down. She wiggled fiercely to get free and soon they bottoms were totally off but she was still held firmly in his grasp as he was now behind her holding her by the waist. 

As they wrestled his hard bare cock rested between her legs and bumped against her pussy. Both of them seemed to slow down as they realized what was happening. The wrestling became more controlled and deliberate. Gary held her in position with his right arm around her waist. The head and shaft of his dick rubbed slowly up and down against her slit. Back and forth they rocked rubbing and gliding his dick against her. He was not penetrating her but sliding against the warm silky smooth lips. 

His left arm feigned reaching for the ball. He could feel Ashley rocking back and forth on his shaft somewhat rhythmically. His cock pulsed and swelled as a day's worth of teasing had taken its toll on him. His hand that was around Ashley's waist started to glide up towards her chest. He needed to rub her wonderful breasts and devour her. He was almost lost in a rush of lust when Ashley squared up and shot the ball at the net. The ball swished through the net ending their game and giving Ashley a 5-4 victory. 

"YES!" Ashley squealed in delight. She spun around and wrapped her legs around Gary's waist and her arms around his neck. "Boy you really were HARD to beat." She commented emphasizing the word hard for extra effect. 

"Well, you certainly have plenty of tricks up your sleeves." He conceded. 

His hard dick was merely inches from entering her. Her body was so close to him he could feel her pulse vibrating through her like a locomotive running on a track. Her eyes burned with fire and passion. Her lips looked soft and inviting. He moved towards her lips and was stopped suddenly he heard something that broke his trance. 

I've got sunshine on a cloudy day. When its cold outside I got the month of May... 

It was his cell phone that sat on the table at next to the pool. It was playing My Girl, which is his wife's ring tone. A wave of guilt and panic suddenly went through Gary as he realized he was not only about to cheat on his wife, but with her own sister. He loosened his grip and looked at Ashley. Recognition was starting to creep across her features as she looked at the phone and quickly back at Gary. 

"You better get that or she will be worried." Ashley stated releasing her legs from around his waist and swimming back a few strokes. 

"Yeah, you are right. She gets freaked out if she can't reach me. Good game Ash. That was a nice shot to win it." He stated as he grabbed his bathing suit that was floating near by and started swimming towards his phone. 

"Thanks, I am just lucky I guess." Ashley stated with a disappointed look on her face. 

Gary slipped on his suit and grabbed the cell phone. He had missed Sandy's call but he just called her back. After a few rings Sandy picked up. 

"Hey Hun, you are not going to believe the day I had today. I thought the way my luck was going today that I missed you." She sighed as she spoke. 

"Nope Ash and I were just in the pool playing some b-ball." Gary commented as he looked over at Ashley who was getting out of the pool with her bikini bottoms in her hand. He watched as she got to the top step and bent over giving him a glorious view of her ass and pussy and pulled her bikini bottoms on. 

"Well, I am glad I reached you. I will be home in about an hour." She stated matter of factly. 

"Huh...what? What happened to your conference?" He asked suddenly alarmed at the tragedy he may have just avoided. 

"Long story, but there was an issue with the food and a bunch of people got sick. They had to close the whole conference down. I am tired, in desperate need of a drink and on top of that extremely horny. We have been a bit more active recently and I am missing it at the moment." She purred into the phone. 




Hard Times: Fun in the Water



Gary's heart was pounding and his mind racing. He couldn't get over the bullet he just avoided. He looked over at Ashley and she was watching him, slowing running the towel up and down her body to try off. She must have noticed the alarmed expression on his face because she looked at him quizzically. 

"Great sweetie, I am glad you will be home tonight. I am sure your sister will be happy to see you as well." He replied talking loudly enough that Ashley could hear him and emphasizing the word sister. He could see a similar deer stuck looking at headlights look quickly appearing on Ashley's face as well. 

"What, is she standing right there? No worries big guy, I will be good while she is awake...maybe. I have a great idea, let's have some drinks and sit in the Jacuzzi tonight. I need that desperately after the past couple of days that I have had. I love you and will see you in a few." Sandy proposed. 

"Ok Hun, I will see you soon." Gary stated. As he hung up the phone Gary couldn't help but think that tonight there were going to be more wild adventures. 

Sitting in the Jacuzzi

Gary was standing next to the grill daydreaming about the day's events while he made kabobs for tonight's dinner. He could hardly believe what had happened to him. First his wife goes away on a business trip leaving him home alone with her sultry sexy sister Ashley, whom was staying with them until she could find employment. Then Ashley walks around all day half naked working out with him, massaging him, teasing him and almost making him cum several times. In fact he is pretty sure they were about to have sex until his wife Sandy called and said her conference had been canceled and she would be home shortly. Gary's mind was racing with all of the activity. The worst part was he was experiencing a strange mixture of guilt, lust and frustration. 

Gary's mind continued to race as he prepared, ate and cleaned up after dinner. His mind raced as he had a few more drinks to try and forget today's events. His mind raced until Sandy and Ashley came downstairs in their string bikinis and said it was time to hit the hot tub. Gary took a deep breath as he inspected Sandy in her micro black bikini. His wife was truly gorgeous. Her short brown hair highlighted her natural beauty. She had a nice tight fit body with small but perfect tits. Her bright electric blue eyes sparkled in any environment. Ashley was again also looking hot in her candy apple thong and all he could do was take a another drink, a deep breath and head out to the Jacuzzi and decide that he didn't want to think anymore tonight and just enjoy it. 

Gary climbed into the Jacuzzi with the ladies. It wasn't the biggest Jacuzzi in the world but it did have enough space for 3 people. Sandy sidled up next to Gary and Ashley was directly across from them. As he sat in the hot tub Gary was quickly relaxed by the jets pushing the warm water into his back massaging his muscles. He could also feel the effects of the alcohol hitting him as he rested in the tub. The three of them were relaxing in the tub not really saying much until he saw some movement from Ashley. She had grabbed he sister's foot, which was resting by her side, and was gently started massaging it.

"Um Ash, you have no idea how good that feels." Sandy cooed as she drifted lower into the water. She then reached down and grabbed Ashley's foot, which was resting between her and Gary and pulled it up to rest on Gary's leg and started rubbing Ashley's foot as well. 

"MMMs" and "Ohs" were exchanged over the next 15 minutes as the joint massaging continued. 

For his part, Gary just laid back with his eyes closed and enjoyed the tub until he started to notice Ashley's foot that was being massaged creeping closer to his crotch. Until he could feel it lightly rubbing up and down his shaft. He opened his eyes and looked across at Ashley who had her eyes closed. He then looked over questioningly at his wife whom had a devilish grin on her face. 

"Looks like the massage, Jacuzzi and drinks have knocked my little sister out." Sandy whispered softly as she again ran Ashley's foot up and down Gary's now hard cock. 

"Babe, what are you up to?" Gary asked questioningly. 

"Oh nothing, I just told you how horny I am and I thought maybe you would like a little massage too?" Sandy explained as she scooted closer to Gary and reached over with her other hand and grabbed his cock rubbing it more forcefully against Ashley's foot. 

"Hun, what if she wakes up?" Gary asked nervously. 

"Well, maybe I would just have to share you then." She teased and leaned forward and started licking his neck. She swiftly reached under Gary's bating suit and pulled out his pulsating rod and started rubbing it again against Ashley's foot. 

Gary could feel his wife's small hand wrapped around his cock and the soft skin of Ashley's foot. He took a quick glance over at Ashley who was still apparently asleep. He then turned back to his wife. Her ice blue eyes were burning in the night staring back at him. She licked he lips slowly and Gary bent in and gave her a long and passionate kiss. Their tongues stabbed and probed each other's mouths. Gary reached up and started rubbing her 34B tits through her bathing suit. He slipped his fingers inside her suit and started running his fingers around her hard nipples. 

Gary wasn't sure if it was the alcohol, his wife's rubbing or the day's earlier activities that lessened his inhibitions but at the moment he didn't care if Ashley was awake or sleeping, he needed to touch his wife. As they continued to kiss his hand slipped down between her legs, into her bathing suit and started to rub his wife's pussy. He put his finger on her clit and rubbed in circles. He heard a long moan escape her lips and felt her hand grasp his shaft harder. He looked up at his wife and she lay in ecstasy with her head thrown back and eyes closed. He looked down and saw her pumping his shaft and suddenly he saw Ashley's foot moving to meet her sister's motions. He looked over at Ashley and saw her awake looking at his dick with lust in her eyes. 

Ashley looked up at Gary and they made eye contact. He watched as she started rubbing her breasts through her bathing suit. She slid her fingers inside her bathing suit and played with her nipples. She was biting her lower lip as her gaze moved to Gary's cock and her foot and then to her sister's crotch. He saw her hot wet 20 year old body as she writhed and rubbed herself in pleasure. Inspired Gary continued his assault on Sandy's pussy. He twirled her clit and pumped his fingers in and out of her. He felt her body responding to his manipulations, rocking and tensing as he probed. Sandy leaned over and passionately kissed him. As they kissed, his fingers continued their assault and Sandy started whimpering lightly. 

"Oh god, Gary!" She cried softly and continued to jerk his hard cock. Ashley's foot also bobbed up and down against his shaft in rhythm to Sandy's efforts. 

Gary's eyes darted between Ashley rubbing and squeezing her breasts across from him and Sandy wiggling and moaning in ecstasy next to him. He felt Sandy stiffen as she started to cum. 

"Ah, ah, ah ahhhhhhhhhhhh!" She stated in a stifled yell. Her body convulsed and shivered for what felt like an hour to Gary but was truly only a few seconds. 

"I need to taste you! Get up on the side of the Jacuzzi!" Sandy demanded. 

Gary obeyed and Sandy promptly ripped down his bathing suit as he left the water. His thick 7 inch cock was released from its confines. She immediately plunged his hard shaft into her mouth. She devoured him like a hungry lion would its prey. Bobbing her head up and down as she sucked his pulsating dick. She was totally engulfing him swallowing his entire 7 inches. Her free hand grabbed and massaged his balls. The feeling was fantastic, his wife was an expert cock sucker and he knew he would not last long. 

Sandy's ass was pointing towards her sister. He looked up at Ashley and saw she had pulled her bikini top down. Her large dark areolas and prominent nipples were clearly on display. She had also pulled her bikini bottom to the side and was feverishly fingering herself. He couldn't see everything through the water but he could see from her motion that she was thrusting her fingers in and out of the pussy in time with her sister's head bobbing. Gary reached down and grabbed Sandy's bikini bottoms and pulled them to the side and again fingered his wife for her sister's display. Ashley concentrated on his fingers as they went in and out of Sandy and played with her asshole. Gary watched in shock as Ashley rose out of the water put her hands on Sandy's ass and started to lick her sister's pussy.

"MMMM! What....Ashley NO!?!?! Sandy exclaimed startled looking back at her sister. 

Ashley raised her head and smiled at her sister, "Relax sis and enjoy just like old times." Ashley reassured. 

Did Gary just hear correctly? Just like old times! They had done this before?!? His head was swimming trying to understand what was happening. He looked questioningly at Ashley, whom just smiled devilishly at him and then back to his wife who had a pleading almost desperate look on her face. 

"Is this ok with you Hun?" Sandy asked him sheepishly.

"Oh God Yes!" He exclaimed excitedly. 

Ashley and Sandy just smiled at him and looked back at each other knowingly. Then Ashley dove back into Sandy's crotch and started licking her pussy with long slow deep licks. Gary watched in awe as her tongue glided from Sandy's pussy up to her asshole. Ashley repeated this process a few more times before inserting three of her fingers in Sandy's pussy and rapidly pumping them in and out of her. As she did this she moved up to Sandy's asshole and traced her tongue around the brown rim before driving it inside of her, licking and teasing Sandy. 

Sandy had moved her head back to Gary's cock and was writhing in pleasure form her sister's touch. She was moaning loudly as she sucked Gary's hard throbbing dick. 

"Ahhhh!" SLURP! Was all Gary could hear. 

Sandy continued to bob on his dick taking him deep and fast down her throat. He felt the vibrations of her moaning. Her tongue tickled the underside of his cock head driving him crazy with passion. 

Gary's orgasm built as his balls tingled with anticipation. He felt the wave of pleasure getting ready to erupt like a volcano. Sandy sensed his pending eruption and squeezed his balls lightly and took his cock even deeper into her mouth. This was all Gary needed as an intense orgasm built on a day's worth of frustration and the sensual display in front of him wreaked havoc through his body. Wave after wave of hot cum exploded down his wife's throat and his body trembled with the intense pleasure. Sandy swallowed his cum greedily, not letting a drop fall to the ground. They stayed motionless for a few minutes as the wave of the orgasm passed. 

Gary looked up and Ashley and she smiled wickedly at him.

"Do you have anything left for me big boy?" She asked teasingly. 

"Oh, I am sure he does. He has wanted to get a piece of you since we first started dating haven't you Hun?" Sandy asked him her blue eyes sparkling in the night. 

"Yes," was all that Gary could muster. 

"Ly back then on the deck." Sandy commanded. 

Gary complied and lay back on the deck with his legs still in the water. His cock still rock hard with excitement. Sandy sulked out of the water, took her bikini off and threw it to the ground. She walked over to him and straddled his face with her pussy. Ashley moved between his legs, removed her bikini and turned around reverse cowgirl style over his crotch. He watched in what seemed like slow motion as she lowered her hot young tight pussy over his cock. As soon as she mounted him he was glad he already came because otherwise he would have blown his load at her first touch. She eased he body down slowly over his shaft moaning loudly as she did so. Sandy lowered her crotch to his mouth and Gary began to eat her pussy. 

"Oh baby, I love your mouth!" Sandy cooed. "Does my sister feel good? Do you like the feel of her pussy on you?" 

Gary answered by increasing his licking and sucking on Sandy's clit.

"AHHH! You do like it don't you! How about you Ashley? How does my husband's hard dick feel in you?" Sandy asked Ashley. 

"Oh, he feels so good! I have wanted to feel him in me for so long!" Ashley exclaimed as she rocked and grinded on Gary.

Gary felt Sandy start to tense and knew she was close to cumming. So he plunged his tongue as deep into her pussy as he could and started to pump in and out of her fucking her with his tongue. Her body started to shiver. 

"AHH!!!AHH!!!AHH!!!" She yelled and she grabbed the back of Gary's head and held it tightly onto her pussy. She shook and again yelled "UHHHHH!!!" 

A warm rush of fluid washed over Gary's face as Sandy came. He probed gently with his tongue as she orgasmed letting her enjoy her release. After a few moments she climbed off of Gary's face and moved down next to him kissing him fiercely. He knew she must be tasting her own juices on his mouth. She then moved down to her sister and kissed her passionately. 

Gary watched intently as their tongues fenced with each other and Ashley continued to grind on him hard and fast. Up and down Ashley pounded. Occasionally, she moved in a circular motion grinding her clit on him. He could feel her clit tickling the base of his cock. He grabbed her hips and helped pull him deeper and harder into her. He could feel her warm insides and her cervix as he bounced against it. Her pussy felt so good and so tight 

He was fucking her like he had been dying to do during the many years of her teasing. He wanted to show her what she had been missing all of those years. He thought of her teasing earlier in the day during the workout and the pool. He looked at her hot young body as he fucked her now and started pumping her even deeper. 

Ashley then lay back flat on Gary with her back on his stomach. Gary reached up and massaged her large tits roughly grabbing and squeezing her nipples. He squeezed and massaged her wonderful tits. They were so soft and felt so good in his hands. 

With the new position he took the lead and started pumping into her with hard and long strokes. He pushed into her hard and fast and slowly pulled back out sliding his dick against her clit. He repeated the process over and over again until he felt her body start to tremble. 

"Ah! Ah! I am going to cum!" Ashley panted. 

Sandy had moved down and was swirling and sucking Ashley's nipples. Her hand moved to Ashley's clit and she started to massage it as Gary went in and out of her. 

Gary felt his own orgasm building again and he didn't resist the feeling. He pumped even harder as his dick swelled. He felt himself pulsating deep inside of Ashley. He then erupted, spewing waves hot cum deep into Ashley and her silky sweet pussy. His orgasm was immense. It was so intense he forgot to breathe for about a minute while his body shook with pleasure. 

"OH GOD!!! AHHHHH!!!" Ashley came hard on top of Gary. She writhed and shivered as she came. The orgasm seemed to last for minutes with her. She dug her nails into his arms as she came leaving deep impressions on his skin for days after. 

The three of them lay on the deck cuddling for a few minutes as their bodies relaxed and enjoyed the sensations running through their bodies. Finally Sandy broke the silence. 

"Nice show guys. What should we do for an encore?" Sandy asked coolly.