0 comments/ 6407 views/ 10 favorites A Weekend Before Life Pt. 01 By: 1965Squash Please be patient as I feel the characters need to grow as the story progresses and so does the action. It is a mission of mine to avoid the hello, slam, bam, thank you Ma'am stories. If that is your particular bent please stop now, or continue and see if your expectations and tastes can change. Hope you enjoy. ***** When I had graduated from High School I thought I'd go into the programming field and headed off to college an overweight semi-nerd. I was 6' 3" and around 260 pounds. There was nothing remarkable about my looks and I was surely no ladies man. In fact, once when I was in the high school's library I was waiting for the librarian to finish checking out a book on Chivalry, Knights codes, shields and crests, see, nerd, it happened. My dream girl, my fantasy for the last three years came to the checkout counter next to me, so close I couldn't help but inwardly moan as my cock started to harden just from the smell of her. She was just over 6' and had the longest legs of any girl in our school. She had nice breasts that I believe looking back on it now I'd say were C cups. Her lovely spade shaped ass has been the example I have compared others to for the last 20 years of my life. Her hazel eyes sparkled even from a distance, which is where I had always admired them from. As I turned to look in her direction but not at her (You can not dare to look directly at the sun) she turned as well and our forearms touched. It was a live electric wire shooting sparks everywhere. Then our hands briefly touched and I was as still as the face on the moon. She smiled, such a lovely smile and said, "Hello." I was screwed. I tried to answer, but when face to face with my Goddess, I stammered, "I, unh, oh -" I was saved, or rather spared further emasculation of myself as the Librarian interrupted, "Excuse me, but here is your book." I was snapped out my private hell and I quickly turned, snatched the book from her hand and nearly ran for the door. Yep. Definitely not a ladies man then, and not for that matter now either, but I learned something in college that simply amazed me. Women loved to talk. They simply wanted to have someone genuinely listen to them, which if handled the wrong way would always lead one to the dreaded friend zone. But if one set aside Lust for them, not permanently, but on a shelf, with duct tape over its mouth one could allow for the early release of Lust from its place on the shelf. This transformed life for me. As my freshman year progressed I made friends with a beautiful blonde who had chosen to major in english with a secondary in teaching. I had always loved to read and write, and often wrote poetry in the guise of songs. Most hast a hard rock, or punk flair to them and when in one of our conversations waiting for the professor I mentioned this she quickly said, "I'd love to see them sometime." I breathlessly answered, "Yes . . .um yeah, sure." She knew I had no class after this and asked, "What are you doing after class?" "Well, first running back to my dorm room to get my songs," I hesitated, "or walk with you to show them to you there." I raised my left eyebrow and cocked my head a bit to the side and laughed. "Let's walk," she replied smiling. The class took forever to get through and over. But once it did we began to walk across campus to my dorm room. We talked about little things. As we absently and nervously chatted we both tried to steal glances of the other as we walked but failed miserably. At one point we locked eyes and both stopped mid gait and almost tripped. I caught myself first and grabbed her to keep from falling but all I got was her arm and as I pulled she swung around and whip like flew into my arms. I held her and looked down into her deep blue eyes it was a moment where the world fell away. There was nothing else. Not the quad we were crossing. Not the campus or anything in it. I broke the moment and released her and I said, "Good thing I caught you." "Yesss," she cooed, "Yes it was." Her backpack hung precariously on her fingertips. She slung it back over her shoulder, looked down the path to the dorm, and began to walk towards it, "thank you." I began walking but let her momentarily lead the way as I examined her wonderful ass. She had a nice jiggle, and slight wiggle in her walk. I was sure there was a little extra at the moment than in the past. It was a perfect fit to her slender body and I thought what had to be B cup breasts. Her long mid-back length hair lightly fluttered in an early and an unusually warm early October breeze and - "Hey, if you're done checking out my ass would you like to join me up here?" she laughed. I scurried up next to her and was a little red faced, "Well in life one should stop to smell the roses and enjoy the view," I said, and then added, "Did you know you had such a sweet, sexy, laugh?" "Yeah, well," she said looking up at me, "That is not all that is sexy . . . and sweet." I looked at her and almost stumbled again and she laughed. God was she hot. We finally made it to the dorm and went up to the fourth floor. I had gotten lucky. My dorm room was on the top floor of the tallest building on campus. From up here I had one of the best views of the entire campus. As I turned the key in the lock I was relieved to know that my roommate had left early for a weekend back home. I opened the door and extended an arm showing her the way in with a bow and wave inward. She giggled and entered. She immediately went to the window and looked out across campus. "Oh man, you are so lucky. I'd love to have this view." "Yea, I am. I love sitting here at night." She spun on her heels and then walked over dropped her backpack on the floor and plopped down on the bed, her breasts lightly jiggling in her blue St. F. U. t-shirt. Her legs were hidden by a pair of black jeans that seemed to have been painted on. I heard giggling again. "Um, hello," she said, "remember I am here to check out your writing? After you can oogle me better. Okay?" And again she giggled. I quickly grabbed the latest spiral notebook I had begun to fill with my gibberish. I sat down next to her and handed it to her and said, "Remember these are supposed to be songs, songs I started writing as a sophomore in high school. We had a band and were learning covers, but we needed someone to write and I decided to try. Some are brutally honest and direct as I was pushing for us to be a punk rock band, but . . . " I trailed off. She shushed me and opened the newest collection and began reading. She seemed thoroughly interested and after a couple of pages I leaned back on the bed and propped one of my pillows behind me and studied the shape of her back. Absentmindedly my hand rose and began to move along the small of her back. She scooted a little further back and I was relieved, and excited at the same time. I continued to slide my hand from her left to right shoulder moving in circles, gently applying pressure and releasing. It earned me a moan. She shuddered slightly as my hand had completed its circuit and moved up under her shirt and made contact with skin. She moaned deeply this time. She quickly stood and spun around. "Damn it!" She said loudly. FUCK. I blew it and pushed too fast. "How the hell am I supposed to read this when you are making me so fucking hot and wet?" she continued loudly. "Now damn it. I have to take off these pants before they get too wet!" She unbuttoned and unzipped them in what appeared to be one swift move. She stopped, looked at me, and while keeping her eyes on mine slowly began to peel them down. She stopped at her ankles and slightly lifted one foot and deftly peeled a shoe off toe to heel and then did the other and stepped out of her pants. As she stood I finally became aware of her tight little pink panties. They appeared to be very wet as they clung to her pussy following every curve and making one of the loveliest camel toes I had ever seen. I could tell she had shaved everything but an inverted thin triangle of hair above it. "Wait. You can't oogle it yet." She stood straight and began to pull her shirt up her body and revealed a matching pink bra that seemed to caress the beautiful orbs they held. The shirt finally came up and over a face with the sexiest crazed look I had ever seen. "Now it's your turn." "But," I laughed, "I am not wet!" "NO, but you are very hard," she said pointing to the bulge in my jeans. "That cannot stay there lest you rip and ruin your pants, and that would be a shame as they show off that large ass of yours so well." Still reclined I began unbuckling my belt but she leaned forward and grabbed my hand removing it and said, "Please allow me." She finished unbuckling the belt and pulled the belt free like a slain snake from its nest. She then unbuttoned my pants and before unzipping them she placed her hands to each side of the bulge and gathered them together pushing the material together and allowing my covered cock to rise further. She leaned forward and rubbed each cheek along it and then inhaled deeply. She looked up, but her eyes were unfocused and had a glazed look. "Hmmm, oh do I love your smell. So very . . . so very earthy and like a home should smell." If she said so who was I to argue. She then unzipped my pants and grabbing them by the belt loops began to tug them viciously. I lifted my hips at the wrong time and her, my pants and underwear all flew backwards across the room where she landed on my roommates bed. "So thats how you're going to play!" and with that sprang forward and landed upon me. Legs straddling me and her moist pussy inches from my tongue. I flicked my tongue trying to reach it, but she was not close enough. Seeing this she slid forward and pulled my face deep into the folds of her still panty covered lips. I licked, she moaned. I sucked hard, she shuddered. I licked her clit and she released a torrent of juices into my mouth and face as she spasmed and thrashed as her legs clamped and her hands pulled me tighter in. I struggled to lap up everything as it came my way. It was lap, swallow and suck as I held my breath trying not to drown in her sweet honey like nectar. She continued to shudder and I was close to losing the fight. I needed to breathe and just as I brought my hands to her ass to lift her off me she fell to the side. Gasping for air I slid my hips forward and off the bed. I turned onto my knees and pulled her forward. I took her panties into my hands and gently began removing them. She reflexively lifted her hips. I wasn't sure if she knew she did because she still seemed to be in a fog of bliss. She was moaning and mumbling something too soft to be understood. I pulled each leg up and over my shoulders and leaned in to return volley. Yes. That is indeed how I was going to play. I began with her clit, lightly flicking, circling, and nibbling it. She shuddered softly. I licked downward along her lips and back up pushing slightly in. As I reached her clit I covered it with my mouth and sucked in pulling it up and engorging like a cock. As I did so I began circling it with my tongue. She shuddered a bit harder this time and longer. I brought my right hand up and inserted a finger into her. As I began to slowly finger fuck her I brought the left arm up and around her thigh and searched for her breast. Feeling this she arched her back and reached behind herself and released the clasps. She dropped back down as she shuddered and moaned deeper as I added a second finger. I got ahold of her bra and began pulling it down her body and away. She lifted her arms and it came free and then she dropped them to the bed and grabbed it as if she were trying not to fall off the face of the Earth. I added a third finger as I felt her begin to tighten up and bit down on her clit and twisted a nipple. Her release was magnificent. My face became a boulder in the onrush of a wild overflowing river. I stood strong in her rapids with my tongue acting as paddle as I tried to maintain my place as she fought to hold fast to the bed. I stopped and stood quickly. She looked down as I placed my cock along her soaking groove. "YES!" she screamed at me, "Fucking yes!" I did not hesitate and slammed my somewhat slim seven inches home. She gasped and held her breath as I began to slowly pump in and pull out. Her moans deepened. My effort increased. Sweat began to bead on her beautiful skin and as I slowed my efforts a bit I leaned forward grabbing her legs and pushed them to the side spreading her out and opening her up. I licked each breast avoiding the dark pink areolas and number two size eraser nipples. Even her her sweat, though salty, was sweet and intoxicating. She took her ankles in hand and pulled her legs back and to her sides. I leaned back leaving her breasts and nipples behind as I began to pump harder and faster. I could feel myself bottoming out on her cervix. The slapping of balls to ass filled the room as the fluids squished, and she writhed and I pumped like a madman. She began to shudder. She let go of her legs and one fell forward and she absently kicked out and connected with my chest knocking me backwards and upright. I stood amazed as I watched her shake and twitch like a person turning into movie zombie. Her moans ethereal, breathed in between shudders and twitches. Her shaking subsided. Her breathing was slowly returning to normal. "Fucking AYE! You win, you win." She propped herself up on her elbows and looked at me, "You didn't come." "No. It wasn't needed for me to win," I smiled from ear to ear. "Lets clean up and then get some dinner," I said heading to the bathroom and turning on the shower. That was another benefit of this dorm. All rooms had their own bathrooms, small, but with a toilet and shower. She joined me and I lost, but had won. We went to dinner in the cafeteria and then returned to the room where we stayed the rest of the weekend taking breaks only to study and to order out. When my roommate returned early Monday morning we were still curled up under the covers. (END OF PART 1) A Weekend Before Life Pt. 02 Before I continue I should give you the reader, a fact that I did not include in the first part. This lovely dream's name, is Julia. Over that weekend shared in my dorm room we had numerous moments of intense sex, and intimate conversations about our lives. It came easily to us and the conversations never felt forced. Besides the intimate details I will not share at this point, she told me that she had two sisters, both of which were older than her and in college as well. However, they went to the Univ. of Iowa where one, Justine, was in the Bachelor's program for pre-med, and Jewell was studying Engineering. I found out that though she loved her sisters and that they shared nearly everything they did, they did not have her love for literature or teaching. They had a close knit family from the northern suburbs of Minneapolis/St. Paul but all three had chosen Iowa colleges over homestate ones. Her Mother and Father had both been Doctors. Her Father had been a Heart Surgeon, and Her Mother had been a Pediatrics Specialist. Having had the girls at a later stage in their lives and with all three now off to college, they had moved from the city to a Lake about forty miles northwest of Duluth to begin their retirement. I shared my life of struggles having been raised by a single Mother. I grew up in the southern suburbs of Detroit and my Mother struggled at times to make ends meet. My mother brought me out here to Iowa when she took an administrative job with the city's school system, where we now live. I had wanted to play sports in High School but in one summer between ninth and tenth grade I had grown from 5'7" to 6'3". It took two years of physical therapy, pain pills, and muscle relaxers as I worked to help my muscles catch up with my bones. Everything was a was foggy, painful blur for me until I was cleared to stop the medications and begin to live as a normal 17yr old in mid October of my senior year. By then football was nearly over. So instead I decided to focus and try to get a scholarship. I knew in our financial situation I could get assistance, but I loathed the thought of student loans. I excelled at programming (before it became IT) and switched my interest from architecture to computers. I got a few local organization scholarships but nothing to keep me from taking out a couple of student loans. I had always written and this new woman in my life renewed my love for the written word. And though I did not know it then, I would change my major before Christmas break to Literature. **************************************************** After that weekend we were inseparable. We were either in her room, my room, or the library. Despite the sex, which was wonderful, we were both focused on why we were there. A week before Thanksgiving as we cuddled on her bed she asked, "George, what are your plans for Thanksgiving?" "Well, I had thought about bringing you home with me to surprise my Mother." She propped herself up on one elbow and looked into my eyes with an ear to ear grin, "REALLY?" I chuckled, "Yeah, why? Is it so odd that I'd want to show you off to my Mother, my friends, and what used to be my little world?" I said as I tilted her head upwards with a curled finger under her chin and kissed her softly. "Well, no, but I asked if you could come home with me. Mom and Dad said yes." "Hmmm," I stalled, thinking, "perhaps, I could go there if I had you with me for Christmas." I was hesitant to go and meet her parents, while sounding nice from her tales about them, they also seemed a bit intimidating. "I guess, but we always have a family gathering on Christmas Eve. Maybe I could fly down on a red eye or early Christmas morning . . . " she trailed off as I could see her working things out in her mind. "I'll tell you what, sit tight," I said as I leaned over her and lifted the phone from the table and pulled the cord over her shoulder and dropped it to her side. I punched in the ten digits and waited for it to ring. It was answered on the seventh ring as I was about to hang up. "Hello?" "Hi Ma, how are you doing?" I asked wanting to know as I had felt I had been remiss in calling her enough. "Good. What's that I hear in your voice?" she asked intuitively. "Love Mom." Julia sucked in her breath in surprise as neither of us had used that word yet. "I knew it. Something had to be happening to make your calls become infrequent. Tell me about her," she asked enthusiastically. "Well, I am kind of surprised actually. She is such a beautiful woman and so unlike anything I thought I had wanted before." I was watching Julia's face as I talked. I laughed, "Yes Mom, she's blonde. And Damn smart! Plus she is sexy, and has such a fine, wonderfully shaped a- OUCH!" Julia slugged me. "Hey, I was going to say attitude." "Yeah, right. I hope she hit you hard," my Mother laughed. "Yes she did! I'm going to get a bruise from that." She continued, "So besides telling me about her fine attitude, what else do you need to say, or ask?" "Well, her parents would like me to come up there for Thanksgiving, but for before you say anything I'll only go if I get her to spend Christmas break with us from Christmas day until we come back here," I said then added, "That way I get the better of the deal the with longer holiday and the two people I love." "Has she talked to her parents about that yet? " "No, that was our next call." "Well, I'd like to see you, but I know how it is. I love you. Call me back when you know." "Okay. Love you too." I hung up and looked at Julia and said, "Oh man, I feel like such an ass." "Why?" she asked snuggling back into me. "Because, I haven't been back to visit since the weekend before we stunk up my dorm room." "We could go tomorrow morning," she suggested, but sounded like she already was already planning on it. She called her parents and told them what we had worked out, and while not entirely happy with it, they caved in feeling that, if it made their baby girl happy, why should they make her feel otherwise. I also found out we would not be taking the bus, but by flying out of Cedar Rapids then to Minneapolis, where we would take a smaller connecting flight to Duluth where there would be a rental car waiting for us. I tried to argue out of pride, but her father genuinely insisted that we need not travel that way. We went to dinner and then came back and finished our papers, and assignments. Everything done, we settled into each others arms under the covers, and as I leaned over to kiss her goodnight, she said, "I love you." "And I, love you as well.." I feel asleep with a warm smile on my face and a soft warm breath on my chest. ************************************************* We woke early and put a change of clothes for us in my backpack. We were on the road by 6:30am for the hour and a half drive Drive south along Hwy 61. Julia sighed as she took in the endless scenery of corn and soybeans. I looked over and said, "I know there is a lot of not much out there, but I assure you that there are a lot of wonderful things to see in Iowa besides me." She laughed and smiled, those eyes causing me to ignore the road for a brief moment and suddenly the car broke into violent shakes and loud rumbling sounds. Julia jumped and let out a little shriek, but I laughed it off and steered back onto the freeway. "What the hell was that?" she asked. "You distracted me and the car drifted to the right onto those little dugouts along the side of the road. They're rumble strips put there to wake people up, or alert someone like me who gets distracted, in my case by the most beautiful woman in the world." She rolled her eyes, hit me in the arm and said, "Pay attention then, and stop looking at me until we get safely to your Mom's house." After some time we exited the highway on the first off ramp into town. I made a right turn at the next intersection and after a mile turned right again into my old neighborhood. It was populated by small one story ranch like houses. A few scattered houses had fallen into a bit of disrepair as people followed the trail to better housing currently extending the outskirts of our city, but the neighborhood was still fairly well kept, and safe. I pulled into the drive which was on the side of the house, as my home was on the corner. As I put the car into park I wondered what she would think of such a small house. It had a mustard gold siding, that had over the last couple of years had begun to fade, with white trim around the windows. I grabbed the backpack and tried to get around the car quickly enough to open her door, but made it in time to only swing it open, and close it for her. I held out my arm and we headed around the house to the front door. As I went to put my key in the knob, the door swung open and my Mother came through the doorway and hugged me. She let go and moved me aside and then grabbed Julia, and hugged her tightly, squeezing her into her large body and bosom. She stepped back as she released her and exclaimed loudly, "Oh my God! Honey you were so right she is absolutely gorgeous!" Julia was blushing badly, but before she could say anything, my Mother gently reached out and pushed me out of their way and took Julia by the arm and led her into the house. The house, was roughly 40 ft wide by 30 ft deep, and had what I always considered to be small, cozy rooms. My Mother led Julia to the couch and sat down beside her. I excused myself and headed to the bathroom. When I got back they were talking and laughing about the time I was at taco bell when I was seven. I had been asked to be the ringbearer for a close family friend's wedding and gotten into the spirit of it all. I had to go to the bathroom so they let me in behind the counter (this was an older Taco Bell with no Customer bathrooms) to use their bathroom. While sitting waiting for movement to begin I began to sing "Here Comes The Bride." It was soft at first but then for some reason I began to sing loudly and enthusiastically. When done, I flushed, washed up, and exited the bathroom. Everyone had stopped working and had turned to watch me exit and go back out to the dining area. As I emerged from the work area, everyone began clapping and yelling, "Nice job! Way to go!" I was confused and returned to where my Mother and sister, who was now holding her head down embarrassed, were sitting. My sister who was nine years older than me hissed without looking up, "What the hell is wrong with you?" Even more confused I looked to my Mother. "Georgie," my mother said still laughing, "everyone heard you singing Here Comes The Bride." It was now my turn to look down at the table in embarrassment. But I digress. My Mother insisted that we must be hungry and went to the kitchen and set about making eggs, biscuits, bacon, sausage, and sausage gravy. There it was, the reason I was two hundred and sixty pounds. Julie, to my surprise once we sat down to eat, dug in and had seconds of the biscuits and gravy. We talked of what brought us together. How we started as classmates then got to talking and fell quickly for each other. We talked about life on campus and she told my Mother a lot about growing up in Minnesota, She talked about her parents and their recent retiring to a lake above Duluth. She explained how they had to pay an exorbitant amount of money to have electricity brought onto the property. Evidently there were only a couple of homes on that lake and most of the property around was owned by those already there. She talked of her two older sisters and pointed out that they too were here, but at the U. of Iowa. The day went remarkably well, except for an hour where the two of them dove into my past and flipped through the two volumes of pictures of me and my family back in Michigan. We took a leisurely drive throughout the city showing her the sights, well what there was. Julia loved the riverfront where we bought tickets for a day cruise on a small riverboat down the Mississippi to the next lock and back. Before we headed back home we picked up some fast food and had dinner on the river. We sat at a picnic table near the river's edge, watching the sun dip lower in the sky as a tugboat and it's barges slowly navigated the river upstream towards us . Back home we decided to watch a movie, but it droned on in the background as we all fought the sleepiness brought on by a long day in the sun. Most of it had been spent on the exposed upper deck where we sat in chairs as we watched the riverfront pass by. Eventually my Mother excused herself saying it had been a long day and went to bed. Julia and I settled back on the couch and she snuggled into my left side as I put an arm around her pulling her closer. "Wow, I was worried whether or not your Mom would like me, or if I would like her. But, I don't anymore. She makes me feel so welcome here, like I have been part of the family from the start," she said, and then brought my hand to her lips and kissed the back of it. "Well, I wasn't really worried. She has always accepted people as they are. She has a lot of love to give, but somehow men just keep fucking her over. She does a lot of charity work with the handicapped association and at the Veteran's Hospital." We talked for another hour about my life here, and about growing up without a father. I explained that I had a lot of surrogate fathers, Uncles, Grandfathers (at one point three alive), and family friends. I told her about my friends and some of our exploits in the neighborhood, but eventually we both felt it was time to head to bed. I picked up my backpack which was still on the floor by the door and showed her the way to the bedroom. Once in the room, Julia sat on the bed and looked around the room. It was fairly sparse in the way of furniture. Just one old three drawer desk with a large wooden chair pushed under it, an old iron desk lamp, and a small table with a stereo/am/fm/record player on it. Underneath in a metal milk crate was my small collection of albums. She looked at the bed, and then remarked, "Wow, this is a rather long, full size bed." "Yeah, there is a factory in town here that can make them to your specifications," I explained, and continued, "I have a problem with having my feet extend over the edge of the bed." She giggled at that thought. "Well, I am just glad there will be room for us," she said then asked, "How come your Mother did not say anything about where we were supposed to sleep?" "She is pretty trusting. Besides we are adults, right?" "Yes," she said and sighed, "But I am so damn horny." She paused and then asked, "Would I be the first in your bed?" "Not only would you be the first in my bed, but you were the first in my bed at college." She was quiet a moment as she looked at the bed and then brought her gaze to mine. "So . . . you mean, well, you're not trying to tell me you were a virgin when we . . . " she lowered her voice, "when we fucked?" My smile was ear to ear, "Yes, my Love. You deflowered me. Popped my cherry. You -" "Oh my God," she was in shock. "But, but, you were so, I mean, damn. How did you know how to do what you did so well?" "Years of pornos, Penthouse stories, and imagination. I have thought about what I would do for quite some time," I said honestly. "I wanted you to be happy enough for it not to have shown through." "Well bravo! You studied your role well. And while I do not have an Oscar handy I do have this," she said as she reached out and pulled me to her and passionately kissed me. We both shed our clothes in a matter of seconds and when I was propped between her and ready to enter, I said, "We need to do this quietly, these walls are not a problem, but the sound leaves through the doors as if there were none." She giggled, "I can keep quiet, but can you?" As she finished her sentence she quickly reached up and tweaked both nipples hard. "Ouch!" I yelled a little too loud, "So that is how you are going to play?" "Yesss," she hissed, "now Fuck ME!" I placed the tip of my cock at the bottom of her pussy and pulled it up along her divide collecting her juices as I neared her clit. I brought it up to her covered bud and circled it gently with the tip. She was moaning now and breathing hard. But I was not ready to stop teasing her yet. I placed both hands under her armpits and lowered the tip of of my cock with my hips to her opening and gently pushed a little forward to cause her lips to part. I held still there, looking into her eyes. Her breathing increased. Her eyes were now pleading with mine. They were begging me to continue. Imploring me to begin her release. Suddenly, I plunged in fully. A loud squeal began to flee her mouth before she clamped it shut. There was a fire in her eyes. She knew I had the upper hand, and she knew I was going to use it. I held myself deep in her folds, enjoying the softness, the warmth, and her smell now beginning to fill my nostrils. It was energizing. I could feel a ripple of electricity flow over me and into her. She gasped, then I pulled out and plunged deeply in, over and over, until until her moans increased in volume. I began to smile knowing she was getting close. Then I pulled out and stopped. "Noooo!" It was a plea so much more than a demand, that I smiled and moved my hands to her wrists and placed them next to her head. I smiled devilishly and plunged back in. My strokes were close to pulling completely out, before I was rapidly pushing back in. Her eyes were trying not to roll back in her head, giving me the tell tale sign of hers that she was closing in on her peak of release. And again, I stopped. Her eyes rolled forward, and she bit down on her lower lip to stifle her vocal displeasure. I laughed at her plight and began my assault to overtake her fortress and bring her to submission. Her rhythm met mine and I fought to hold my release back until she came first. Our sweat was profuse, the smell of the room laden with our sex. Slowly, but surely, she began to quiver, and then shake with abandon as the first wave rose and crashed through her body. Again and again she convulsed in the pleasure of her release, free now from the pain of denial. She fought to main her silence by biting her lower lip as I continued to increase my pace, now seeking my own release. The sight of her enjoyment brought the intensity of the moment to the forefront of my mind and I lost control and let loose. I spasmed and froze as I pumped my seed deep into her. I had never been so glad before now, that she was using the pill. I pushed myself to her left and collapsed into a sweaty, exhausted heap. She moved close and snuggled into my pungent armpit and breathed in deeply. Her sigh was one of contentment. I laid quietly for a few minutes and then before drifting off to sleep, whispered, "I love you." "I love me too," she giggled and before we fell into a deep sleep. We both woke to the smell of fresh brewed coffee seeping into the room. As we separated we realized our folly of sleeping before cleaning the mess we made. Unsure of what time it was I pulled on my boxers and my t-shirt I had left on the floor and walked quickly out the door and around the corner into the bathroom. I noticed my Mother had set out two sets of towels and washcloths. I took advantage and jumped in the shower. As I finished and stepped out to grab a towel, I heard a voice. "Georgie? Hurry, you are keeping our sweet girl waiting," my Mother chastised. It was quickly followed by a very familiar giggle. I wrapped myself with the towel and opened the door. As I did so Julia tried to slip in past me but I took her by the waist and pulled her to me and gave her a kiss. "Hurry," I said and slapped her ass playfully and quickly exited the bathroom before she could turn. A Weekend Before Life Pt. 02 I sat in the kitchen drinking a cup of coffee explaining everything about Julia that had me ensnared. "Well, just remember what Lynyrd Skynyrd sang, 'follow your heart and nothing else.' I like her. Don't break her heart, and don't let her break yours," she said and looked up, "Hello hun. I was just telling Georgie you two better not break each others hearts." With that said, she turned back to finish cooking breakfast. We ate in silence for sometime digesting my Mother's words. When we finished we helped her clean the table and the dishes. We then packed, said our goodbyes and headed back to college. I felt at ease as we drove knowing my Mother liked her a lot. Unfortunately, I could not keep that feeling, knowing that in three days we were to leave and head north. A Weekend Before Life Pt. 03 Thanksgiving - Day 1 We looked at each other as the door was opened and the stewardess announced the deboarding of our flight. "Here we go," Julia said just before she kissed me on the lips, then nuzzled her nose against mine. God I thought it was so sexy when she did that. "I'm ready Babe," I said as I pulled her tight, kissed her and said, "Whatever happens, I love you." We stepped out of the covered rampart and into the Duluth International Airport. It wasn't much to behold, but we made our way down to baggage claim and then to the car rental agency Julia's father had made arrangements with. The rental agent gave us the keys and the paperwork and explained that it was waiting for us out front. Gerald led the way to a GMC Yukon. I looked to Julia. She shrugged her shoulders and smiled. I thanked Gerald and put our bags in the back and then helped Julia into the vehicle. As I stepped into the Yukon I realized they had it warmed and ready to go. "You warm Baby?" "Yep," she said smiling. "Okay, tell me the way." We took Rice Lake Road north out of town and headed deep into mosquito country. I was glad though for it being late November. I had heard horror stories about mosquitos up here being the size of small birds. However, I hoped that the cold of such a late season had killed them for me. The road eventually opened up to a large lake on each side of the road where Julia pointed out on the east side of the lake a spot where they used to park a vehicle on the ice and take bets on when it would fall through when spring arrived. "Nice, something to do when passing time drinking beer I guess." "Yah, you know, we like dat up here!" she said pointing out my stereotyping of Minnesotans. The road turned to the east once across the lake then shortly after turned north. Not long after that the road turned into Vermillion Trail and we saw a somewhat freshly cut road on the left leading to the northeastern corner of Boulder Lake. Julia said we needed to turn there. We headed down the narrow gravel road cut through the trees and what looked like former swampland. After a few turns the road opened into a large gravel roundabout with two houses along its outer edge. Julia pointed to the house on the right. I stopped and stared at the house. It was more of a log cabin mansion. It was built on a raised surface making the land about 15' higher than its environs. A huge front porch looked over by two huge tree logs supporting a large deck above provided an imposing and magnificent entrance. The doors were single slabs of wood with tree branches for door handles sanded smooth and shining. Elaborate clear, beveled glass, cut and shaped liked stained glass showed a wooded scene with two deer on the left and a bear and moose on the right. Above, overlooking the deck was a two story glass wall covering the span of the great room within. I was suddenly aware of a sharp elbow needling me in the ribs. "OMG! Drive please, I gotta pee!" I pulled up and a older Gentleman walked out and down the steps to meet us. I let Julia out and walked to the man and extended a hand, "Good morning Mr. Salo, I am glad to finally meet you." "I am so sorry sir," he said as he removed his hand from my grip, "I am Mr. Salo's Butler Edward. May I help you with the luggage?" I awkwardly apologized and tried to assure him it was not necessary. "I understand Mr Williams, but our young Miss Julia never travels light. I will give you a hand." There was no ill will in the offer and there was a knowing smile as he began to lift a few of her larger bags. I grabbed the others as I watched Julia rapidly disappear into the large house. I followed him into the foyer and as he turned to the right and began the climb up the staircase on the right. Despite the the grandeur of the home it was modestly decorated, and done in very good taste. In fact the only part of the home that bespoke of its luxury was a full story crystal chandelier hanging from the center of the great room. We arrived at the landing of the second floor and turned to the right again. Down this hall there were six doors and based on placement one must have been a hall bathroom and the other a service closet. He set Julia's luggage down and showed me into the room. "This Mr. Williams, is your room. I hope it meets your needs. If there is anything you need just ask, and I will do my best to assist you. It has been nice meeting you, Sir." With that he left me standing in awe. The room was the size of my home. There was a small kitchenette off to the left of the door, a door further down the wall leading to a large bathroom with walk in shower, jacuzzi, a toilet and oh hell, a bidet. I laughed and returned to the room and began to unpack in the cedar closet and dresser. Just as I was finished hanging my last buttoned shirt two hands covered my eyes. I turned and swept Julia into my arms and began to passionately kiss her. There was a bit of resistance at first but I shrugged it off as being in her father's house. Eventually she caved and began to eagerly return the kiss. My hands traveled down the curves of her body and and grabbed her ass forcefully pulling her close, and further up to my mouth. We slowly parted and my hands moved around and up to the bottom of her sweater and began pulling the sweater up. As she lifted her arms, I bunched the sweater together around her wrists, restricting her arms above her head and began kissing down her neck to her bra encased breasts. She began to moan as my mouth closed around her rapidly hardening nipple. As I lightly bit down - "Ahem, what do you think you are doing?" Oh shit, I thought, her Mother. I dropped Julia's arms and turned to apologize. I froze. Confused. Lost. I was looking at Julia in the clothes she was wearing when we arrived. I couldn't think. But how, I turned, looked dumbfounded to where Julia was pulling down her sweater, but Julia was over there, arms crossed, smiling? What the hell? I looked back, Julia had her sweater down now and was blushing deeply. I needed to sit. I sat on the bed and for just the briefest of moments held my spinning head in my hands. Then, "Oh my God," I said as I turned to my Julia, "You're a twin? Shouldn't you have told me? I mean, I, I," I was stuttering and couldn't stop. Julia, laughed. "Don't worry. I wanted to surprise you. I'm not mad. Remember, I told you I shared everything with my Sisters." I looked to the other Julia. Her blush was fading and a smile lit up her face. "Georgie, meet my sister Jewell." "Hi," she said with just a hint of a higher pitched voice, but other than that no immediate clue as to any other difference, "that was such a nice way to meet you." "Hello," I said, "Nice to meet you . . . and your lips . . . and mouth . . . and -" "Down boy," Julia laughed. "Well," I said, "What a wonderful way to meet your twin Julia." They both laughed, "Unh hunh." Julia spoke next, "Jewell, dad wants us downstairs, Georgie, come down once you're ready. I know how you'd like to take a shower. Take one quickly and come on down. I'd like you to meet Dad." With that she grabbed Jewell's hand to lead her from the room. Jewell strained her neck to watch me as she was led against her will from the room. Damn, I thought, this is going to be one interesting Thanksgiving. I retrieved some nice clothes and laid them on the bed, grabbed a towel, placed it on the bathroom counter and stepped into the shower. There was a marble bench about three feet long placed along the north wall. There was a large shower head, and four long silver shower strips in each corner from the ceiling to about a foot from the floor. The water was almost immediately at the perfect temperature. I stepped into the center of the spray's junction and sighed as I began to relax. I heard Julia's familiar giggle behind me and smiled. Julia entered the shower as she stepped from the pile of clothes she had just shed. I turned and grabbed her and backed her against the wall pinning her hands to her side as I finally got to take her bare nipple into my mouth. Her moans began softly and then became deep and guttural. I slid downwards and lifted her left leg and placed it on the marble bench. I leaned forward and placed my left hand on her mound and slid it south using my index finger and thumb to move her soft pink lips apart. I placed my tongue at the bottom of her lovely opening and licked upwards. Almost immediately she came with a catlike growl. She yanked my head forward into her pussy as her shakes intensified. I licked and sucked in as much of her fluids as I could and once the spasms subsided I slid upward and began to kiss her as I positioned my cock at her slippery opening. I bit her lower lip as I harshly pushed up and in and elicited a very loud cry. She was so tight, that the resistance I felt was extremely hot and exhilarating. I began to thrust upward, increasing in intensity and force. Her moan became one long growl. It was a sound I had not heard Julia make and it increased my desire as I drove harder upward, intending to make that growl become one long intense roar. Her arms were clinging to my neck as she hung loosely fixed to the wall. Her movements were erratic as water on her back acted as lubricant on the marbled wall. I released her briefly and turned her, then had her bend forward on the bench as I prepared to enter her from behind. I grabbed her hips and as I thrust forcefully inward her squeal echoed in the shower. I was now mad with lust and determined to make her cum before I let mine loose. She began to pant rapidly as I felt her pussy begin to twitch. Her back arched, her wet hair was flung backward and slapped her back like hundreds of whips. Her body was amiss in a thousand violent shudders. And I finally released full force into her lovely pussy. I lost count of the number of times my cock shot forth its seed in pump after pump. Something about fucking in her parent's house had turned us both on in ways we hadn't felt before. I regained my senses and stepped backwards. My cock made a loud pop as I withdrew it from her pussy. She sank to her knees and laid her head upon her arms and kept softly repeating, "Oh God, Oh god, so, so, so, God, oh God sooooo damn good." "Honey, are you okay," I said placing my hands under her arms and helping her to her feet. "Thank you George." "Okay, now I know I fucked you senseless Julia, what happened to Georgie?" "Well for one," came a voice from outside the shower, "That's not me. Damn it, Justine, why the fuck couldn't you wait?" My head was spinning again. I absently sat down on the bench after I moved - Justine(?) to the side. Justine giggled and stepped out of the shower, turned, thanked me, and grabbed my towel and left the bathroom. I looked up, "Honey, I am so sorry but damn it, are there any more of you waiting around the corner you need to tell me about?" "No," she laughed loudly, "but get your ass up and get dressed. Daddy is waiting to meet you." She left me there on the bench, cock hanging happy and limp, and my head reeling from the overload of information since I entered this house. I shook my head and left the shower. When I finally made it downstairs I was warmly greeted by a man a little shorter than myself who despite his age and greying temples was still in very good shape. He had a caring, kind smile, a firm, but not overpowering handshake and timing for the right comment, or joke when needed that made him a perfect host. His mood turned serious as he said, "George, may we talk in my study?" He lead the way from the kitchen side bar and into his study. It was a dark but warm wood lavished room with medical tomes along the wall behind his desk, philosophy, science, and various non fiction works on the left, and copies of what appeared to be rare first editions of many of the world's greatest literary works on the other wall. Behind the leather high backed chairs were paintings of each of the family members and one of the family together. He motioned for me to have a seat. "Would you like a drink George?" "No sir, thank you though." He smiled softly, then poured a three fingered glass of whiskey for himself. He sat down across from me, smiled, and said, "You can relax George. This will be no inquisition. I know two things about you I like already. The first being that I have never seen my daughter more happy than she has been with you. Second," he chuckled softly, "I checked you out. You seemed to have been a late bloomer in terms of academics, but from what I have heard you have proved yourself to be a determined, intelligent, young man. Julia told me of your health situation in high school. I wish we would have known you then. I have a friend of mine whose work is focused on muscular and skeletal growth development. A lot of his research has been used by NASA. I think he would have been able to cut your misery in half, or less. But unfortunately it is of no matter now. I am glad to see you stuck to it through it all to make it to where you are now. That, in, and of itself, tells me all I need to know about you." I was impressed. He dissected me with an aplomb I had never encountered, and yet I felt comfortable talking with him. Our talk meandered seemingly of its own free will, and yet somehow I knew it to have been guided, measured, and evaluated. through it all I never felt the imposing presence Julia relayed to me. A light knock on the door. "Yes," John Salo replied, "please come in, I think we are done for the moment." He stood as Julia/Jewell/Justine aw hell, I don't know anymore, entered the room. "Dad," she said, "Mother would like you two to come to dinner." "Yes Justine we are on our way. Shall we," he said motioning the way. "Of course." Dinner while simple, was for me amazing. The talk was centered around the three girls updating their parents on their studies, and their work. They did not seem to have pursued a social life as Julia had. While Julia was focused on her studies, these two seemed to have a laser like focus that left little for anything else. The discussions that night were entertaining and filled with information that flowed freely as if the family was a brain exchanging information from one sector to another. It was for some reason highly erotic, and was made all the worse by their Mother. Julia had noticed that I was having a hard time not taking in every inch of her Mother throughout the meal. In my defense I could not help myself. Their Mother, while in her late fifties was the very image of her daughters, albeit, a little greyed at the roots, but her breasts still rode high and firm upon her chest. Her laugh lines added a regalness to her eyes that fell upon you like soft, caressing, calming hands. While her ass had filled out a bit more than her daughters had in her latter years, I was sure it had not seen one damn bit of neglect on her husband's part in that time. Julia could see in my eyes that I, if given the chance, would relish every inch of her Mother's still firm and sexy body. At one point near the end of the meal I had to excuse myself feigning discomfort and a need for a bathroom. As I entered the bathroom I quickly unzipped, dropped my pants, and sat back on the toilet and took my cock in hand. I began to slowly stroke it up and once at the head circled it with my thumb and started the downstroke. I leaned back and spread my legs to ease the pressure of the toilet seat upon the back of my thighs. There was a soft knock on the door as Julia (I hoped) entered the room. "I knew it," she laughed as she whispered, "Damn Georgie, is there anyone in my family you don't want to fuck?" "Um, yeah," I laughed, "Your Dad, the Butler . . . any other Man I haven't met yet?" She knelt down between my legs and said, "Here, let me take care of that, you take too long when you stroke your own cock." With that said she took it from my hand and began to move hers up and down then stopped, spit heavily on my cock, and resumed her pumps. After a bit she stopped just below the head and began to lick my soldier's helmet. Suddenly the door opened and Holy Shit! her Mother entered. "Julia dear, your Father is going to get worried, move and let me take care of that. I told your father I was going to help your young man feel better. I am a Doctor after all," she joked. Julia moved aside and before lowering her lips to my cock, her Mother winked and said, "I hope you enjoy this honey, your looks have been making me wet all night." She lowered her lips and closed them tightly around my rock hard cock. Her lips sealed beautifully and as she began to slowly bob up and down with her tongue dancing, encircling, and caressing the undersides of my cock I leaned back and as my neck went limp I hit my head. Julia laughed and her Mother simply increased her suction. Her left hand matched pace with her lips as her right hand began to squeeze my balls. Her pressure was soft at first but with each downstroke it became more firm. She was now looking into my eyes and each time she squeezed harder, she laughed harder. She struggled to breathe and suck. Finally I could hold back no more. "Mrs. Salo, I am going to cum. Mrs. Salo, Mrs. . . oh, oh, fuck!" I damn near yelled as I exploded down Julia's Mother's soft, warm, expert throat. The room went grey. "Georgie. Georgie." I heard a voice say. "Whoa, what, hunh?" "Damn Georgie you made my Mom's day . . . but what about mine?" she pouted. "Well, after dinner . . . " "Nope, Mom is making an excuse for us. We are heading to bed, right fucking now!" I followed her on unsteady legs up the long staircase to my room. We entered and we both stripped for bed. I crawled under the covers and held them open for her. I pulled her tight and tried to spoon with her. "Oh fuck no, you suck Jewell's tit, fuck Justine intensely in the shower, and let my Mother suck your cock. It is my turn now, and you will suck this pussy, lick this pussy, fuck this pussy, and then darling, you will fuck me in my ass until I pass out!" I chuckled softly, "Yes dear!" When she finally passed out, face down, ass in the air, I lost my balance and fell backward off the bed and into the floor as I too passed out, exhausted, with a smile on my face.