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In Pursuit

By: DontScream



This story has nothing to do with Reluctance, and everything to do with Non-Consent. If forced sex offends you, go back now.

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She was a runner. That would prolong the pursuit. He had already chased her about one hundred yards into the woods. Why she headed in that direction he'll never know. But in another fifty yards or so, she'd be facing a steep embankment that would allow him to get her.

He ran behind her with that familiar satisfaction of another successful capture. He took the opportunity to watch her ass sway inside her running shorts as she sprinted ahead. He wondered if she wore panties. It was already obvious she wore a sports bra under her t-shirt.

All it meant was that the final act would take longer. The anticipation only heightened the pleasure in the end.

She had a long, blonde ponytail that flapped as she ran. She was tall and, maybe, twenty years old. He had seen her twice before on the same path. He knew she was the one he wanted. Her youthful face, firm body, and long legs attracted him immediately.

Now she was almost within reach and the embankment loomed straight ahead. Trees and undergrowth whizzed past, sometimes scraping against their legs. She leaped over fallen logs with ease. He loved the athletic types.

Upon reaching the hill, she took two giant strides forward. Then she felt a hand around her ankle. She shrieked as she fell to the ground face first.

"Don't scream," he said. "Scream and you die."

He had hold of both ankles, pulling her backwards. Her fingers scoured the grass and dirt. He had her and she would not escape.

They were both panting heavily as he settled onto her legs. He grabbed hold of her ponytail and pulled her head back, at the same time using his other hand to seize her throat. The pressure he applied to her neck would have been enough to choke her in the long run.

"One more time—do not scream. You will live if you obey the simple rule."

He didn't ask her if she understood. Of course she understood. He let her gurgle for a few seconds in her attempt to breathe.

He knew from experience she was too exhausted to struggle much right now. But once she caught her second wind, she'd fight. He knew she would. For now, his weight on her legs was sufficient restraint.

She didn't believe for a second his promise to let her live. He'd rape her and kill her in the woods. So she had only one option, and when to make her escape would take focus. When his hand left her throat, she was nearly at the point where she could begin to think straight. If he had handcuffs, or if he tied her with something, she'd be doomed. She needed to act quickly.

He loosened his grip on her ponytail next and she immediately kicked, rolled, and punched wildly. Her high-pitched grunts added noise to the effort, but paid no benefits. He simply spread his ample body over hers and essentially smothered her. His victims didn't always end up on their stomachs, and this part was sometimes difficult. Today it was unproblematic.

"Relax. Don't you realize I could have had you a few yards off the path? You can't outrun me, babe. Settle down."

Her squirming continued until something made her suddenly stop. The undeniable feeling of a hard object rubbing against the cheeks of her ass brought home the reality of her situation. He was getting hard and her struggling excited him even more. She waited for another opportunity.

Sensing that she was calming down, he leaned back, making sure to keep pressure on her calves. He'd learned before that even running shoes can hurt when they hit you in the wrong place. He reached back and pulled off both of her shoes, tossing them aside. 

He was on his knees, straddling her legs. He ran his hand up the back of one of her thighs. The skin was supple and smooth, warm from her running but already cooling off. He reached the bottom of her shorts and inserted his fingers under the silky material.

She wanted to scream, to slap away the hand, anything to make him stop. The hand was completely under her shorts now and reached the bottom of her right cheek. It stopped, and then crept higher.

No panties, he thought to himself. His cock twitched at the feeling of his fingers on the malleable, soft skin of her ass. He held his palm open before closing his fingers around a large portion of her cheek.

It felt to her that every muscle in her body tightened. He hadn't removed a single piece of clothing, or touched a single sexual organ, and she already felt the grip of fear and disgust. Even on her worst dates a guy had never done this. She had no way of knowing how she'd react, but she was going to have trouble following his order to relax.

He only lingered on her ass for a moment. Then he leaned forward and casually pushed up on the bottom of her shirt to expose her slender waist. He marveled at the perfection of her tanned skin as the shirt rose to her sports bra. Her back was well defined and the skin flawless. He ran his fingers across her back from left to right. Again, she tensed up.

"You have beautiful skin," he said softly. "It would be a shame to have to tarnish it."

So this is how she'd get her orders, she thought. Compliments and not-so-veiled threats. At least there hadn't been any weapons displayed...yet. The one she feared so far was the one between his legs.

He lifted the shirt past her bra and up to her neck. She was forced to raise her arms above her head along the ground, and he moved the shirt so that it covered her head and held her arms in place. Then he shifted his hands down to her back and slid them under the bra. She expected him to lift it off her. Instead, he simply felt her skin and slid his hands left and right until they were touching her sides.

His cock was pressing against the front of his shorts, eager to get out and explore the young body. But he would wait. He loved this part of the exercise. And this girl was being good. He wanted, and expected, more of a struggle. Maybe as she had clothes removed...

He pulled the shirt off her arms. The moment the arms were free, she flung one of them back at him while attempting to rotate. He dodged her swing and, at the same time, held up his hand containing the shirt to protect himself. Her hip caught him between the legs and came very close to doing damage, but he was too quick. He caught her flailing hand and avoided her thrashing legs, but she had managed to get onto her side.

He brought his legs together like a clamp around her thighs. He pulled her arm behind her until she let out a painful screech and leaned down onto her body.

"Uh, uh, uh," he warned. "Don't scream."

She groaned as he held the arm in place.

"Do you want it broken?"

She fought back tears.

"Do you?!"

She shook her head in defeat, a sob faintly audible at the same time.

He let go of her arm and she brought it close to her body to relieve the pain. He looked down on her and saw the first hint of her breasts inside the sports bra. He ran his fingers over the exposed skin above the bra.

"Now, we're going to continue and you're going to behave. Right?"

Her eyes were wet and wide and fearful. Their beautiful blue tint was somewhat lost due to circumstances, but their splendor was not totally diminished. She was prettier than he had first anticipated. She nodded.

"Good. On your stomach, please."

She refused to move on his command, so he forced her over. She wasn't sure she could escape him, but she knew she wasn't going to give in. She felt his hand on her bra and this time he pulled it up. All his actions seemed a little more emphatic after her latest weak endeavor to get away.

He yanked the bra off and she felt the cold, hard ground against her bare chest. Would he turn her over? Would he take off her shorts and do her this way? Would it hurt when he...? She tried to concentrate on defeating him.

He grabbed her left wrist and moved so that none of his body was over hers. Quickly, he jerked her by the arm so that she flipped onto her side and then onto her back. She squealed at the force of his actions.

Almost before she could look over at him, he was attaching the loop of a rope around her wrist. With a rapid tug, it was taut around her forearm. He was on his knees next to her, pulling the rope—and her arm—towards a small, nearby tree trunk. Despite her thrashing about, he managed to tie the other end of the rope around the tree and gaze at his bound victim.

The 'freedom' she now enjoyed gave her renewed energy to struggle. But she was in more danger than before. Nothing was going to free her from the rope. The more she pulled on it, the tighter it got around her wrist. Her back scratched against the ground and a new pain arrived.

His gaze started at the strands of blonde hair hanging over her face. He looked at her bare shoulders and arms. He looked at her breasts and stomach and waist. Her shorts rode very low on her hips and he looked at the gap between them and her navel. He gazed at her legs and feet.

He was hard. She could probably see that now. But he had work to do before any relief would come.

He reached down and began to clean the dirt and grass from her breasts. Almost daintily he picked off individual pieces of grime until her chest was nearly spotless. Then a swipe of his hand discarded any remaining dirt.

Her breasts were full and firm, but not large. They rose gracefully from her body, topped by delicate, pink nipples amid small areolas. He'd had much bigger tits before. But few as perfect as these.

He was well acquainted with the effect purposeful manipulation of the breasts had on women of all ages. He always started there. Always.

She fought the urge to kick at him and punch with her free hand when she saw him starting to bend over. She chose not to. Then his tongue made contact with her left nipple, followed by his lips.

She swung her right hand towards his head. His left arm blocked her effortlessly.

The slap of his hand on the side of her face, and her accompanying shriek, echoed in the woods around them. She was dazed, shocked by the sudden force of his hand. When she regained her senses, tears were rolling down her face and across the bright red point of impact.

He stared at her looking for recognition. Her lips trembled, and her eyes made contact. She blinked as the tears flowed.

He bent over and licked her nipple once more. He put it between his lips and sucked gently. She didn't try to hit him. She didn't pull her body away. Perhaps she was conquered, he thought.

He took her tit in his mouth and allowed his tongue to feel her skin and her hard nipple. He massaged her with his mouth, not quite biting and not quite lying his lips on her breast. He would be gentle at first. It soothed the wildest of his captives, and this was a wild one.

He had been at her side. When he felt she was more composed, he moved between her legs, ever alert for a wayward kick. Safely in place, he put her other breast in his mouth. That nipple also responded by hardening the more he licked it, sucked it, and lightly bit it.

She was contemplating the situation: bound too tightly to flee; tired from the run and subsequent struggles; mentally exhausted; and, now, stimulated by his constant treatment of her tits. Yes, stimulated. She wanted to scream. Not to get attention, but to deny what she was feeling. When she masturbated at home and needed to cum, she played with her nipples. When she was mad at her boyfriend, he played with her nipples and the fight was over.

She almost raised her chest toward the mouth currently sucking her, but she caught herself in time. She couldn't allow him to know.

But while his mouth was on one breast, his hand was on the other, rolling the nipple between his fingers and squeezing it roughly. Deep inside her throat a moan formed. She bit her lips together to refuse the sound. Somehow, he felt the whole thing happening.

"It's OK. Relax," he said.

Then she almost froze. His hand was on her stomach. Then lower. Under the top of her shorts and inches from a spot that almost certainly would make her scream. He purposely slid past it and onto the top of her leg.

"Not a sound. Understand?"

He didn't expect a response and didn't get one. Just as his hand made contact with the side of her pussy, he pulled on one of her nipples with his teeth.

"Ohhhhh, God!" she muttered.

"Shhhhhh."

His hand found the folds of skin hiding his ultimate goal. He made no effort to enter her or fondle her in any other way. It was just a notice to her that he was there, and could go there any time he wanted. With his hand, his mouth, his cock...he could go there.

She had one overwhelming fear at the moment—that he would know she was wet. He didn't press hard enough with his fingers to enter her cunt, but he was close and would return to the same spot. She was angry and embarrassed, with herself.

His momentary journey through her shorts ended and his hand reemerged. He no longer played with her tits. He was staring down at her as if trying to make a decision. She wanted to beg him not to hurt her, but chose not to speak.

He backed away a couple of feet and put his hands on the top of her shorts. With a deliberate motion, he pulled them down and slowly slid them off. Once she was naked, he stood between her feet. Her legs were spread, one arm was behind her head tied to the tree, and the other arm lay at her side. Her breasts rose and fell along with her breathing. Wisps of hair stuck to her forehead.

He unzipped his shorts and reached inside, pulling out a generous cock. If it was meant to give her one final indication of the final result of her capture, it worked. She stared at his erection for a few seconds, then up at his face. She admonished herself for even thinking that the cock was impressive and he wasn't all that bad looking. He was about to rape her.

But first, he needed to follow a plan that had worked virtually every time in the past. He knelt between her legs once more and spread her legs with his hands. He began to lean forward, his face headed directly for her pussy.

'No. God, no,' she thought to herself.

She felt his breath before anything else. He was close enough for the warm air to hit her wet cunt and send signals through her body. And then she felt it—his tongue touched her pussy.

She closed her eyes. The tongue slid upwards between her folds and stopped as soon as it found her clit. She twitched and tried to squirm away. He held her by the waist and applied more pressure with his tongue. It made no difference to her that she was tied down and being attacked by a total stranger; his attention to her clit was causing the predictable result.

He wouldn't stop until he felt her react positively. He licked her clit, put it between his lips and sucked on it. He moved down and slid his tongue inside her increasingly wet cunt and probed her. Then, finally, with one more effort at her clit, her lower body rose to meet his face and a moan escaped from her mouth.

It was time.

She heard him fumbling with his shorts as she peered up through the branches of the trees at the clear sky. Her shame didn't permit her to watch as he moved into place between her legs. She didn't resist. She didn't scream.

But his delay and an unfamiliar sound caused her to look down her body at him. To her total surprise, he was opening and putting on a condom. It was the last thing she ever expected and put to rest that last hidden thought in her brain of what the consequences of the next few minutes might be.

Only now was he truly ready. His cock barely entered her cunt and, already, he knew it would be easy. She was warm and wet. He took hold of her unbound wrist and held it above her head. He pushed forward and felt his cock slide into her.

"No, no, no," she murmured.

"Relax," he replied. "It's almost over."

The words had an overwhelming effect on her. She was being raped, his cock now fully inserted into her cunt, and she felt comforted that it was 'almost over'. She nearly relaxed.

He groaned with satisfaction as his balls hit her body. Quite often at this point he was having to hold down a less receptive victim. That, too, had its own form of stimulation. But this was better. A beautiful, sexy, young woman was taking his domination with calmness. He could just fuck her.

Which he started to do. The lubricated condom made it an effortless job, and the tightness of her youthful cunt made it more than a pleasure. He could cum anytime. But he had one final arrangement to fulfill.

He leaned down and took one of her tits in his mouth. The nipple was harder than before, certainly more sensitive to the stabbing of his tongue and the pull of his teeth. She started to fidget underneath him again. Not an attempt to stop him, it was too late for that. More an attempt to escape her own body's stimulation. Or deny it.

He wouldn't let her. He sucked on both tits while continuing to relentlessly fuck her. He gripped her wrist more tightly, knowing it would heighten her sensation of fear. Fear, mixed with lust, always made them cum harder. Always.

It took about two minutes, maybe three, for the first sign to surface. Her body started to react in rhythm with his. She moaned continuously, sometimes audibly and sometimes never leaving her throat, but he heard it. He felt it.

She was fighting tears behind her closed eyes. She wasn't able to stop herself from feeling it; feeling the need to cum. His cock was thick and filling her body wonderfully. His mouth and tongue manipulated her like an instrument. His clenched fist around her wrist was powerful.

She knew she gave in when she unconsciously tightened her cunt muscles around his throbbing shaft. He bit a nipple again and deep inside her stomach, it began. She would not be able to contain it.

"No! No! God, no!"

He didn't speak this time. He listened and felt for her to start.

"Ahhhhhhhhh, fuck no!"

She writhed and muttered unintelligibly. He fucked her harder and faster. He looked down on her, no longer needing to suck the lovely tits that rolled on her chest. Her face was damp with perspiration. She was truly lovely.

He started to cum. Together their moans filled the woods. He let go of her arm and she unexpectedly put her hand on his back. His cock spasmed inside her and filled the condom to the limit. Their heads were side by side and he smelled her hair; felt it against his face. She squeezed his cock one last time and he thrust it into her with finality.

By the time he pulled out of her, she was limp on the ground, eyes closed and mouth gasping for air. He was almost finished dressing by the time she looked at him. She didn't know what became of the condom and only cared slightly. It would be evidence; but then a serious consideration struck her. Did it matter?

He stood next to her, looking down with a relaxed grin. Was it time to die, she wondered?

"With a little effort you should be able to get yourself free," he said. She watched him pick up her clothes. "I'll leave your shorts here. I'll take the rest, if you don't mind. It should buy me a little more time to leave town."

She had an urge to ask him if he really wasn't going to kill her, but quickly realized it wouldn't be a smart question to ask. He looked down at her one last time, turned, and climbed the embankment. He disappeared.

It did, in fact, take her considerable time to untie the rope from the tree. He was obviously a master at knots, and she wasn't. Once freed, she slid on her shorts and sat on the ground.

No, she would not report him. How could she when, at some point, they would ask her about the rape and she'd say, in her usual truthful way, that she had cum. She had cum long and hard. They would ask and she would admit it.

She would leave him to move on to the next town, the next victim. Her only pain was a sore back and wrist. Her major concern: how to walk the short distance home in just her shorts—without being raped.

In Pursuit of Beer



Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction concocted entirely within my imagination. Any resemblance to real people shouldn't be surprising since most of my stories are based on people I know. While I hope you enjoy this story and are compelled to provide feedback, I don't expect the subject matter will appeal to everyone who reads it. As such, I discourage venomous, nasty feedback full of violent wishes against essentially fictional characters in fictional situations. If this story does not appeal to you, there is undoubtedly one somewhere on Literotica that will, so your energy will be better spent on finding it rather than on vilifying me.

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Our beer geek pilgrimage didn't quite turn out the way we had anticipated. Initially, we'd had a lot of interest among our beer loving friends in a long weekend trip to Rehoboth Beach, Delaware with many planned excursions to the Dogfish Head brewpub. As the plans got finalized, so many people with grand intentions found excuses for not showing up. I didn't care if I ended up there by myself but, luckily, Mary Alice and Debbie were as committed to the vision as I was. Because Debbie lived in New Jersey, she was going to drive down and pick up Mary Alice and me at the airport in Philadelphia on the way. We'd been able to arrange it so that her flight from Boston and mine from Denver arrived pretty close to the same time so neither of us would be waiting too long for the other before we headed outside to meet Debbie.

As I made my way from the concourse into the main terminal after landing, I spotted Mary Alice right away. Since the majority of our communication lately had been via the Internet, it was great to finally see her in person and, when she hugged me, it was great to feel her body against mine. She smelled nice and didn't seem to be in a hurry to let me go, so I enjoyed the moment. Her cell phone interrupted us as Debbie called to check on our status. We'd both packed just enough for a long weekend, so there was no need to visit the luggage carousel, which meant that we'd be ready and waiting when Debbie pulled up.

We had a few minutes to catch up while we waited, but we also knew we had a couple more hours ahead of us in the car so there was no sense of urgency; we just appreciated being together. When Debbie pulled up, we threw our bags in the trunk and hopped in, me in back and Mary Alice riding shotgun. We were quickly back out on the interstate and headed south, discussing the weekend ahead and how lame so many of our friends had turned out to be. We figured that we should arrive at our hotel right around check-in time and would heading over to Dogfish Head after a quick stop in our room. We'd decided that we were mature enough at fortysomething that we could share a hotel room without any drama, especially since we'd known each other for so long. We agreed on a nice hotel with a beach view and reserved a room with two queen-size beds, one of which Debbie and Mary Alice would be sharing.

Since we'd selected the hotel sight unseen based on information we'd culled from the Internet, we were duly impressed when we pulled up. We were right across from the beach and, since we'd paid extra for the beach view, we knew it was going to be worth the extra expense, which hadn't been all that much once it was divided three ways. Since the reservation was in my name, I went in to pick up our room key and parking pass. When I saw that we were on a high floor, I must have been a little excited because there was one minor detail I overlooked during check-in. It wasn't until we'd parked and brought our bags up almost to the top floor that we discovered a small problem. In fact, we actually were so enthralled by our view, that it didn't dawn on any of us immediately that there was only one bed in the room.

It was a king-size bed, granted, but it still would end up being a little bit more intimate than we'd intended if we tried sleeping together there. I called down to the front desk to see what had happened with our reservation. It turned out that they didn't have any two queen rooms left with the view that we'd paid extra for so our only options were the king or to take a two queen room without a view and get some money refunded. I said that we'd discuss it and let them know.

"I love this view," Mary Alice said.

"So do I," Debbie agreed.

"Did you both pack pajamas?" I asked.

They both nodded.

"Are we going to be completely passed out after a few hours each night at Dogfish Head?" I asked.

"Yeah, no doubt," they agreed. Based on that, we decided that we'd keep the room with the view and that a king-size bed was plenty large enough for all of us to sleep in comfortably. With that decided, we headed over to Dogfish Head for some food and some excellent beer. There was nothing funny or improper going on between us as we dined and drank; it was just three friends who hadn't seen each other in a long while catching up and sharing a lot of laughs. When we finally decided it was time to head back to the hotel, we were all feeling pretty good, but I don't know that we would be considered impaired.

Back in the room, I grabbed my pajamas, which consisted of a light pair of shorts and a t-shirt, and ducked into the bathroom. In a minute or so, I was finished and brushing my teeth at the sink outside the bathroom. Mary Alice went next and, by the time I was done brushing, she was out, wearing a long, t-shirt-type nightshirt. It briefly occurred to me that she was probably naked underneath it but I figured I'd better push those thoughts away if we'd be getting in bed together. Mary Alice finished brushing her teeth before Debbie had even entered the bathroom but, as soon as the door closed, Mary Alice was right up next to me.

"Don't tell Debbie about this," she said, then started to kiss me.

"I won't tell her," I replied when she pulled her lips from mine, "but I think she's going to notice that my shorts are tented out."

"I made you hard?" she asked, reaching down to feel my throbbing tool as she started to kiss me again. She extracted my tool and started to stroke it so I reached down below the hem of her nightshirt and found her bush underneath it. Her pussy was dripping but I didn't have much time to think about what we were going to do about it when Debbie walked out of the bathroom and caught us.

"Why did I even bother with this?" she asked as we looked up at her guiltily. She was wearing a short, light nightgown with shoulder straps, which she slid over her shoulders as she let her nightgown drop to the floor. My cock throbbed even more in Mary Alice's hand as I admired Debbie's big, freckled tits topped with large areolas and hard nipples before my gaze dropped to her trim, brown bush.

"Here, you take over," Mary Alice said, releasing my cock and beckoning Debbie over. My hands went right to Debbie's tits as she grasped my cock but we were both watching Mary Alice as she raised her nightshirt up, revealing her own trim, brown bush and a nice set of tits that was a bit smaller than Debbie's. Once she was naked, she started to work my t-shirt up while Debbie yanked my shorts down. They decided between them that I would lie on my back, Mary Alice would suck my cock and Debbie would straddle my face. I was perfectly content with that arrangement.

I lay in the middle of the bed as Mary Alice knelt between my spread legs, her tits swinging as she leaned forward. Debbie climbed onto the bed from the side and her pussy was soon looming above me. As I started licking the juices flowing from her slit, I felt Mary Alice's mouth engulfing my throbbing tool and let out a moan. I had my hands on Debbie's full, round ass cheeks as I licked her pussy but soon brought a hand down and slipped a finger into her. Her pussy was hot and slippery and, despite feeling Mary Alice's lips sliding up and down my tool, I couldn't wait to slip my cock into Debbie's pussy. As I pumped my finger in and out, I was licking and sucking her clit and could hear her moaning overhead. Glancing up, I could see that she was bracing her arms against the headboard with her head resting on her arms and her tits swinging above me. I knew I'd be fucking her tits at some point that weekend.

I wasn't so focused on Debbie that I wasn't appreciating Mary Alice's cocksucking efforts. She was pumping the base of my shaft while her hot mouth slid up and down it and it felt incredible. I really did not have a good sense of time at that moment, so I wasn't sure how long she'd been sucking my cock, and occasionally running her tongue over my balls, before I felt her moving around while just holding onto my cock. When I felt my cock engulfed once again, I could tell that it wasn't her mouth this time. Her pussy had a much more snug grip on my cock, though it was equally hot and slippery. She started to ride up and down on my tool so I was pushing up into her as I ate Debbie's pussy.

Debbie was humping her pussy toward my face, a little bit faster the longer I ate her. She seemed to be flooding me with even more nectar as well, which I eagerly lapped up around my pumping finger. When she went rigid, I knew that she was just about to cum and kept doing what I was doing. Suddenly, her whole body started to shake and she let out a long, loud moan. I continued eating her and fingering her as she came and wasn't planning to stop at one orgasm, but she moved off of my face and suggested that she and Mary Alice switch. I took a good long look at Mary Alice's naked body as she moved up, my cock slipping out of her. I wasn't expecting to fuck her tits, but I certainly wanted to get my hands on them at some point. They weren't as big as Debbie's and her areolas were small but her nipples were very stiff.

Her bush was reminiscent of Debbie's since they were both brown and well groomed. As soon as it was close enough, I ran my tongue up her slit and tasted her pungent juices, which were vaguely different from Debbie's but which I savored equally. She started moaning as I lapped at her pussy and I moaned myself when Debbie's pussy engulfed my throbbing tool. Just as Mary Alice's had been, Debbie's pussy was hot and slippery and snug. The feeling of it sliding up and down my tool was outstanding even though my attention was focused on eating Mary Alice's pussy. I couldn't tell whether Mary Alice had been close to cumming when she'd been riding my cock, but when I slipped a finger into her, she was super wet and totally engorged so I thought it was a safe bet. I licked and sucked her clit while she moaned longer and louder the longer I ate her.

I was trying to relish the feel of Debbie's pussy and the taste of Mary Alice's at the same time and was nearly experiencing sensory overload. It was absolutely blissful, however, and it didn't escape me that this weekend was just beginning. Since Debbie had already cum, I wanted to get Mary Alice there, too, but I was perfectly okay with not cumming yet myself. I'd have been perfectly happy if I could have fucked them both all night before I got to cum. As it was, I had absolutely not expected to be in the position where I currently found myself and had even abandoned any hope of seeing either of their naughty bits that weekend. So even if we awoke the next morning regretting what we'd done, which was highly doubtful, I knew that I'd be perfectly content with how things had gone.

I was looking up at Mary Alice's tits swinging above me as she braced herself on the headboard and I will admit to minimal disappointment that I never saw Debbie's hands reach around to cup them. It would be no big deal if there was no bi action between the two of them, but it would be infinitely more exciting if there was some. Mary Alice was starting to tense up, which I took to mean that she was reaching the verge of an orgasm and I hoped that it would be at least as long and intense as Debbie's had appeared to be. She let out a similar long, loud moan when her body started to shudder and I was rewarded with even more fresh juices. I continued eating her once she'd started cumming and only quit when I had to because she'd moved off of my face.

My attention was drawn to Debbie's big, bouncing tits as she continued to ride me while she and Mary Alice decided what to do next. The feeling of her pussy sliding up and down my tool had my attention, too, and I relished it until she stopped and climbed off of me. The two of them knelt on either side of me with their asses toward my head so I caressed their asses and stroked their pussies and fondled their tits as they took turns sliding their hot mouths up and down my tool. It didn't take long before I was on the verge of cumming myself though I tried to just relax and savor the pleasure I was feeling. I was certain that I'd be feeling plenty more pleasure in the coming days, so I wasn't too worried about making this one time last. As such, I just went with it and was soon blasting a load into Debbie's mouth. Mary Alice took over and tasted some of my cum as well before my cock started to soften and they let it fall against my leg.

We turned the comforter down and crawled under the sheets, our naked bodies rubbing against each other. It was pretty early the next morning when I felt the first mouth around my already hard member and we were soon licking and sucking and fucking again. Although there ultimately was never any bi action between the two of them, I did get to fuck Debbie's sumptuous tits and fuck both of them in the ocean in their swimsuits and shower with both of them among the continual fucking and eating and sucking...and the beer drinking over at Dogfish Head. I think it came as a surprise to all three of us that the beer did not end up being the highlight of the trip.



In Pursuit of Mrs Kramer



Move-in day!

Thirty years old and I finally had a place of my own. It was a nice condo in a development that was only a couple of years old. The place had a pool, club, tennis courts, and golf course; just about anything you could want. It was a two story duplex on a little cul-de-sac with a two car garage (well actually, two one car garages side by side and a mirror image unit on the right. Each duplex was separated by a small side yard and on the back side, a deck with a little wooden slat divider to provide some privacy. The first floor had a bathroom and an open floor plan with a living room area, dining room, and a kitchen with a breakfast bar. The kitchen had a slider that opened up to the deck. The second story had one master bedroom with a bath, and then two smaller bedrooms that shared another bathroom.

I had graduated from college with a degree in computer science and had gotten a job working as a network engineer for a large cable company in the network operations center. Even though it meant working shift work, it paid really well and provided me with an opportunity to move up and in fact, I had recently been promoted to a manager position. After living in several rather small apartments in some questionable neighborhoods, I had saved up enough money to buy a condo in a nice area because the previous owners had to short sell. Although it was in a suburb, it was still close enough to Boston that I had easy access and if I wanted, I could take the commuter rail in instead of driving.

My family lived on the West Coast and I did not get to see them but maybe two or three times a year for the big holidays. I'd had some girlfriends but my work had kept me pretty busy so dating had kind of taken a back seat. Still, I did find time to work out regularly and even though I worked a desk job, my 200 pounds was pretty well distributed over my six foot frame.

All those squats and deadlifts had paid off, I thought as I carted in the few possessions that I had. Even though I had been out of college for a few years I had never really bothered to buy a whole lot of furniture figuring I might eventually want to move back West. I finished bringing in the last of it, and after looking at the pitifully empty condo; I locked up and went outside to pull my SUV inside my garage.

It was then that I first met my next door neighbor. She had pulled up in her black Mercedes S class and got out. I almost laughed because my first thought was that I had moved next door to Miranda Priestly out of "The Devil Wears Prada." She had silver shoulder length hair and black knee length dress with platform heels and black nylons, finished off with a white silk scarf and sunglasses. I did notice that she had a little cushion around the middle but that was more than offset by a great pair of legs and of course some major league hooters that must have been at least a 38D. As long as they extend past the belly, I'm good to go. I guessed she was in her early 60s but still not too bad. I of course, was wearing an old t shirt from Sloppy Joes in Key West, gym shorts and sneakers and with a two day growth of beard, probably looked like a blonde surfer dude fresh off the beach. I smiled at her as I walked up and extended my hand. She looked at me with one of those dismissive looks down her nose that I thought only possible in a movie.

"Hi, I'm Chris Smith, your new neighbor," I said.

Looking at me over her glasses, she did not take my hand and said in a rather haughty tone "You can call me Mrs. Kramer."

"Pleasure to meet you Mrs. Kramer, I apologize for my attire but have been working pretty hard moving in."

"I can see that," she said as she gave me a disapproving look, "Oh and don't forget, your vehicle is supposed to be parked inside at night. "And with that she wheeled away from and walked off.

Wow, I thought to myself, I guess we won't be borrowing cups of sugar from her will we? The realtor told me that my next door neighbor was a widow who owned a dress store or something like that. Well she gets points for style and looks, but gets major failing grades in the social department. I had her pegged as old school, especially since she dressed to the nines and was still using her married title.

Over the next few months I would occasionally run into Mrs. Kramer either coming home or leaving for work, after a run, or whatever. Still, she would not wave or acknowledge me first but would always respond if I said something first, so at least she wasn't totally rude. I helped her a few times here and there carry groceries and such but apparently not enough to initiate a full thaw.

Gradually, I started to get the place furnished and my parents came out to surprise me for Thanksgiving with my sister who was a senior in college. They came for an entire week so my Mom was thrilled to be able to spend my money to decorate the place and even my sister seemed to enjoy it. My Dad was pretty well bored with it all but was a good sport. Interspersed with shopping, I showed them the sites and at night, my Dad and I would watch sports on my new HD TV in the upstairs man cave which also doubled as my sister's room.

Anyway, Thanksgiving Day came and we had gone out the day before and bought all the stuff to have a traditional dinner. On Thanksgiving, my mom got up early to get the turkey started so I volunteered to make a run up to the donut shop and get some coffee and donuts for all of us. When I got back, I noticed that the lights were on in Mrs. Kramer's unit and that she was probably up. That's weird; I thought to myself, she must not have any family or anywhere to go.

I came inside and set everything down on the counter.

"Mom, you know my neighbor I told you about?"

"Oh yeah, hon, come to think of it we haven't seen her."

"Well she keeps to herself a lot, but I think she's home and doesn't have anyone to spend the day with."

"Oh that's terrible, hon," she said. "Why don't you go invite her over here for dinner?"

"The dragon lady?" I said. "She would as soon kill me as have dinner with us."

"Oh stop it. You go right over there and ask her. I didn't raise you to be rude."

Smiling, I kissed her on the cheek and said ok and went out the door. To say I was nervous was an understatement as butterflies were dancing around my stomach like a bunch of square dancers.

I walked up to the door, and rang the bell and stepped back so that she could see through the peephole who it was. I heard some steps coming to the door and then nothing for a moment. I figured maybe she had decided to ignore it and started to turn when the door opened revealing her in a long black robe and slippers. It was a silk robe that revealed a nice set of cleavage...I started thinking that she had some really nice boobs when she snapped me back to reality.

"What do you want? Do you know how early it is? You scared the life out of me?"

"I'm so sorry to bother you Mrs. Kramer, and yes its 8:00 and a bit early but I thought you were up. Anyway, I.."

"Well come on, I don't have all day and its cold with this door open."

"Sorry," I said, immediately questioning the wisdom of what I was doing. "Anyway, my sister and parents are in town and we are having a Thanksgiving dinner and we thought if you weren't doing anything, we wanted to invite you to spend it with us."

For a second, as I looked in her eyes, I saw a slight break in the ice, and she looked at me. After staring at me and then looking off in the distance, she fixed her gaze upon me and said, "What time?"

"Um, I think we were shooting to eat around 2, but if you want to come around noon, we will have some apps and drinks. "

"Hmm, "she said, "Well actually, my plans have fallen through, so I'm available and I appreciate your gracious invitation. What can I bring?"

"I don't really know, Mrs. Kramer," I said, "but I tell you what. If you give me your number, as soon as I go home I will call you and have you talk to my Mom."

"That would be fine," she said in that aristocratic tone she used, "my number is 555-3456."

"Great, call you in a few and again, I apologize for bothering you."

As she closed the door, I swear I almost saw a slight smile and a tear in the corner of her eye.

I walked back into my house and pulled out my phone.

"So what did she say?" asked my mother.

"She said yes, but wants to bring something so here, you can talk to her. Her name is Mrs. Kramer," I said as I handed her the phone.

"What's her first name?"

"As far as I know, it's Mrs.," I said laughing and handing her the phone.

"Hi there, I'm Joanie Smith, Chris's mother." Pause "Nice to talk to you too, Donna. We're glad to have you over, if you want, just bring a bottle of wine and maybe a dessert although we have plenty." Pause "Sure, noon is fine and we'll see you then."

"She sounds really nice," my mom said as she passed me back the phone.

"Well if nothing else, I know her name is Donna, now." I said laughing.

The morning went by fairly uneventfully. My sister and I went out to run a couple of miles. It seemed like a fun thing to do and it had been a while since the two of us had done something together like that.

"So," asked Terry after we got out of earshot of my place, "any hot women?"

"No, not really, I'm kind of busy and working shift work makes it difficult to date. "

"But you're a good looking guy, even if you are my brother, "she said teasingly, "Your problem is you are just too darn shy for your own good."

"Maybe, but right now, I'm just kind of focused on my career. Besides, after the crap Jenny put me through for all those years, I need some down time."

Jenny was my high school sweetheart that I was madly in love with. We had this really crazy relationship where we would get together, break up, make up and repeat for 10 years. I finally realized that she was never going to leave home and was basically a control freak who figured she could always keep me on a string while she dated other guys.

"But you guys ended that a year ago. Time to get back out there, big bro," she said. "Maybe you should go after the ice queen next door," and she laughed.

I sped up the pace and yelled at her, "A little less talking and more running. You need to make sure you don't end up with a Kim Kardashian size bootie."

I turned to see her response and all I saw was her tongue sticking out with a middle finger salute aimed in my direction.

Still, as we continued our run, I started thinking about it. I mean after all, Donna, I mean Mrs. Kramer did have a decent body for an older woman and like most guys I guess I did have that Mrs. Robinson thing going on in the background. However, I kept thinking about how most of the time when she talked to me it was like she was chewing off her face so I tried to put that out of my head, although a nasty thought of her in stockings with her legs over my shoulders and her tits bouncing around while I fucked her cause me to get a slight bulge in my running tights.

We got back to my place and as we walked around in the driveway to cool off, I noticed my sister take a quick look at my crotch and I thought I saw a quick smile as she quickly looked away.

"Nice job there little sister," I said.

"Thanks," she said and she gave me a big hug. I glanced over at my neighbor's place and could have sworn I saw her looking out the window at me but figured it was probably my imagination. We went inside and the smells of a full-on traditional Thanksgiving meal filled our noses.

"So how was it?" my father asked.

"She did pretty well, Dad," I said, adding, "For a girl,"

"For a girl," she shrieked. And with that she jumped on my back and pretended to choke me. We wrestled around like old times and I finally was able to get her pinned down and afterwards, I rolled off of her and we all laughed.

"Alright you two, that's enough. Get showered and get dressed," said my mother and we both got up and went upstairs to get showered and ready.

Even though we were going to be hanging out, we had a family tradition where my mother would not accept jeans or sweats for Thanksgiving. It was understood that we would dress "up". I put on a Blue, button down shirt, tie, and khaki pants and dress shoes which I laughingly referred to as the man uniform.

I went downstairs and mom asked me to set the table.

"Why do I always have to set the table?"

Laughing, my mother, in her best mock angry voice said,"You have been asking me that for thirty years and you can ask me for thirty more and the answer is the same...because I told you!"

After setting the table, I went into my living room. My father had already claimed the recliner leaving the couch and loveseat. Dad had a football pre-game on so I sat down in the loveseat. As soon as I sat down, my mom called me.

"Chris, where is your sister? Can you get call her?"

"Oh come on Mom, I just sat down."

Before I could say another word, my sister called down from the steps, "Coming, mom."

I looked up to see her coming down the steps and she winked at me as she continued down the steps.

Holy shit, I thought to myself. I must be really horny because she looks H-O-T.

My sister had put on a short black miniskirt with black tights, and a tight red sweater that although it was not low cut, hugged her just right, along with some flats. I guess the only thing I could think of was it was classic, sorority girl, I'm too cute look. However, all I could think about was throwing her down on the couch and doing her. Man, stop that, I thought.

"You look cute honey," my mom said.

"What do you think big brother?" she asked, looking at me with a big smile.

"You look very nice, Terry," I said, adding, "Who knew you cleaned up so well?" which brought me an immediate one finger salute with her tongue sticking out as she walked into the kitchen.

"Honestly, you two stop it! You're acting like little kids," my mom scolded with a smile on her face.

At that moment, my phone rang with a number I didn't recognize.

"Hello?"

"Hello, Chris, this is Mrs. Kramer."

"Oh hi, what can I do for you?"

"Well I made an appetizer and a desert and I need some help bringing them over."

"Oh sure, no problem at all. I'll be right over," I said as I punched the off button.

"Was that your girlfriend next door?" my sister said.

"Shut up. Girlfriend, right," I said with disdain.

"What did she want?" asked my mom.

"She needs some help bringing over some stuff so I'll be right back."

"Ok, and you two had better start behaving or I'll send you to your rooms!" said my mom.

I walked outside and thought it was pretty cold today as I went up and rang the doorbell.

When the door opened my jaw almost dropped as she let me in and closed the door. I thought I detected a hint of alcohol on her breath as she walked by me but that wasn't why I was surprised. She was wearing a white blouse with a Blue sweater over it, and a black skirt with black nylons and heels. The skirt was knee length but had a generous slit on the side.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Mrs. Kramer."

"Happy Thanksgiving to you too young man, "she said with a smile for the first time ever.

"Mrs. Kramer, if you don't mind me saying so, you look very pretty."

Upon hearing that, her smile widened a bit to display a perfect array of white teeth.

"Why thank you very much. It's always nice to get a compliment from a handsome young man."

Man, I must be a in a Twilight Zone episode, I thought to myself. She's actually being nice to me. It's either the weather, the booze, or something else, maybe sunspots.

"Here, Chris, grab this plate for me please and I'll carry this tray."

I opened the door and let her pass by and I caught a whiff of some perfume that absolutely smelled fantastic, like freshly cut roses. She locked the door and then we walked over and I opened the door for her to go in.

My Dad stood up and went to grab the tray from her.

"HI there, you must be Donna. I'm Fred, Chris's father," he said carrying it to the kitchen, "And this is my wife Joanie, and my daughter, Terry."

As he made the introductions, I could see my Dad having a hard time taking his eyes off of her cleavage which was tastefully yet graciously displayed. While not low cut, the blouse definitely accentuated her ample bosom.

After exchanging pleasantries, my Mom and Mrs. Kramer gave Terry some apps to bring out while my Dad poured drinks for everyone. We all went out to sit down and of course, my Dad took the recliner again with my mother and Mrs. Kramer sitting on the couch, leaving me and my sister to share the love seat. Mrs. Kramer was on the closest side of the couch and when she crossed her legs, the slit revealed quite a few of her legs, to the point that I started to wonder if she was wearing a garter and stockings. My sister sat down next to me and as she did, her skirt rode up a bit giving me a very nice view of her toned nylon covered thighs.

Just don't get caught staring, I thought to myself.

We sat around and had some small talk as Mrs. Kramer spoke about her little dress shop.

"So, Donna, are you originally from the area?" my Mom asked.

"Oh yes," she replied, "Born and raised, I met my late husband in high school."

"I'm sorry, dear," my Mom said.

"Thank you sweetie," she said. "We were married for thirty years but he passed away a year ago due to a heart attack. One day he was fine and the next..." her voice trailed off.

"I'm sorry I brought it up."

"No, no, it's ok. I have been doing fine and I love what I do now so things are really good," Mrs. Kramer said.

We instantly all felt bad and my mother quickly changed the subject.

"Well I hope Chris has not been a bad neighbor."

"Oh far from it. I hardly know he's here. Although he does work a lot of hours, I'm guessing."

My sister leaned into me and said, "He's always been like that. No time for girls." As she did so, she lightly rubbed my leg with her hand in a gesture that normally would be a loving gesture between siblings but in this case went through me like sticking your finger in an electrical outlet.

During the next few hours, we had a great meal along with lots of wine and beer. After dessert, we sat in the living room and continued our discussions. During this time, I found out that Donna had no children and was an only child herself, with barely any relatives, thus the reason that she did not have a lot of company. As I heard her story, my heart went out to her as she was essentially growing old and approaching retirement years alone, with no one to share her life with. As she talked, she would occasionally look over at me and smile.

Of course, my mom went through my history as a student and a runner and then of course bragged about my being an Eagle Scout and all that other stuff.

"Wow, I didn't realize I lived next door to such a successful young man," she said.

"I'm not sure about that, but thank you," I said.

"He's always been modest," my mother said with a hint of pride, "I just wish he would take more time to enjoy himself."

"Aw Mom, I get out now and then. Besides, I have a lot of responsibility."

"Honestly, you need to get over that stupid girl," my mom said.

Embarrassed, all I could manage was a "That is over and done with and when I'm ready I'll get back out there."

"It's ok, Chris," Donna said, "You have plenty of time besides, girls your age can be tough, I know," and her and my mom both laughed.

Looking over at my sister asleep against me, Donna and my mom smiled.

"You and your sister are pretty close, huh," asked Donna.

"Yes, we always have been, she's a pain in the rear sometimes but she's a great kid."

"She is lucky to have you, "she said.

It was now getting to be about 9:00 and it seemed like everyone was starting to run out of steam. Dad of course had fallen asleep in the recliner, and my sister had fallen asleep with her head on my chest, with her legs draped over the arm of the loveseat, her skirt just covering her crotch.