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Kimber

By: Henry de BB



This story goes out to a new friend of mine in the Navy...
"Erica," my love, come home soon, OK? We miss you, here!!!
xoxo, -BB ;)

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The air inside was cooler than the hot August street outside. As I closed the door behind me, I wondered if I was at the right address. The sound coming from the bathroom down the hall would explain why there was no answer. The shower would have obscured my ringing entirely. But, if I were at the wrong house, I could easily wind up spending the night in the Pokey. The adventurer in me would not yield to such nonsense so I carefully made my way down the hall to investigate. Walking ever so silently, I made a mental note of every possible exit in case I had to make a fast getaway.

The door to the bath was ajar, about two or three inches... did I dare? Nothing ventured, nothing gained, I've always told myself. Positioning myself so that I could see a reflection in the mirror, I was just able to verify, With about 95% assurance, that the being encased behind the glass shower door was female. "Well, that's one positive sign, at least," I said to myself. Still, I could not make out much more through the fog and rippled glass. The anxiety was building in the pit of my stomach... "IS THIS THE RIGHT FUCKING PLACE!!!???," my mind screamed. At that moment the water stopped and my heart skipped several beats. This was it. The adrenalin flowed, fight or flight. And yet I stayed, fixated on the possibilities. As the shower door opened, I caught the first glimpse of a figure emerging from behind the door, a hand reaching for a towel. 

Yes, definitely female. Yes, definitely brunette. Curly hair? It was hard to tell since the woman's hair was sopping wet. Breasts... yes, those breasts... I felt almost as though I had seen them before. Large, luscious, with large scrumptious dark pink nipples. Just as she had described herself. It had to be her. Suddenly, as I began to feel more at ease... still wondering how Kim might react to finding me here like this, our eyes met in the mirror... 

You see, Kimber and I had never actually met except through e-mail and Literotica. Never in a million years did I ever dream we would actually ever meet, and yet there I stood, gazing into Kimber's eyes in the foggy mirror. A look of alarm, or more accurately, like surprise swept briefly across the face of Kimber Wonts. Then a smile quickly erased all fear. Of course, she recognized me from the picture I had sent. 

"B B!" she exclaimed. Quickly remembering her modesty she secured the big fluffy towel about her body and then flung open the door. Arms reaching out, shrieks of joy, we embraced for the first time.

Holding Kimber close, squeezing as though we might be wrenched apart at any moment, I whispered into her ear, "God I've looked forward to this day - I've missed you so much." Odd to miss someone I had never, until this moment, even met. Human emotions are truly wond'rous and mystical things. We gazed into each other's eyes, mouths smiling broadly. Then, gradually, another kind of look altogether encompassed Kimber's face. A strong, serious, sensuous look. "Kiss me BB - kiss me for real this time." I looked into her eyes and saw a bright crisp longing for true warmth, affection, acceptance. Need and yet not need. Lust and yet not lust. Bathed in desire to be everything she had hoped, I pull Kimberly's mouth close to mine. Warm, glowing waves of passion crash over us as we greedily explore each other's mouth, kissing, and feeling, and experiencing each other completely. 

As we held each other close, my hand instinctively roamed downward to caress Kimber's bottom. Wet beads of moisture still clung to her body as she uttered a little moan at my adventurous touch. "Should I stop? Should we wait" I whisper. "Yes, you should, yes we should. But don't. You. Dare," Kimber replied, breathing after each word to emphasize her point. I pulled away just far enough to look deeply into Kimber's lust-filled, big brown eyes... 

Kimber's hand in mine, I led her into the living room. Kimber stood in front of me as I parted the towel that had so dutifully served its purpose. A slight gasp escaped my lips as I gazed upon Kimber's naked body. So rich, so full, and warm as a morning sun, Kimber stood before me. Cupping her left breast slowly in my right hand, I kissed her once again, this time with lust and passion. Our tongues met, intertwining, and then explore. Experiencing the depths of Kimber's luscious mouth, my hand began to focus on her full, and now erect nipple. So soft and tender her breast, so hard and firm the nipple that garnishes it. Pulling Kimber toward the chair, I lower myself into it. Pulling her close, my mouth neared her breast as she eased forward to meet my longing touch. Slowly and warmly I allowed my mouth to encircle her nipple, gently licking with my tongue as my mouth presses firmly against her breast. Gradually I began to suck gently at her growing nipple as Kimber ran her fingers through my hair. Pulling my head tighter against her bosom, Kimber sighed a long, low sigh of passion. Eager to please, I slowly dragged my tongue across to her other breast - neither could be neglected. Working around her swollen pink nipple, I sucked as eagerly as before. My hands, which have been massaging Kimber's ass all the while, now decide to go out exploring. Sliding around to her front, I slowly dragged my fingers across the freshly shaven crease between her legs. 

"But what about those clothes," Kimber asked. She reached down and began clawing at my shirt. I stood and began working on my jeans. Kicking shoes and socks and shirt and jeans into the corner, I now stood before her naked and erect. "Mmmmm," I heard Kimber say. Her hands now on my ass, Kim licked and sucked my nipples, burying her face into the thick, soft hairs of my chest. "That feels sooo good," I heard myself say. "But first, it's my job to please you." So I guided Kim down to the sofa and prompted her to spread her legs apart for me. As I gazed upon her womanhood, I felt my penis harden even more. Slowly I reached down and spread the lips of her vulva to visually enjoy each tiny fold, each crease, each wrinkle of Kimber's now moist pussy.

I moved my mouth close, first for a kiss, a warm passionate kiss. I felt her hips shift to push herself higher to meet my eager mouth. The musky fragrance of her juices filled my nostrils and I could hardly contain the pleasure it gave me. Exploring further, I slowly began to lick the full length of Kimber's slit with my extended tongue. Starting low at the opening of her vagina, I glided my tongue slowly over the opening, through the crease of her smooth inner lips, and up over her clitoris. Repeating this several times, I felt Kimber's hips rising eagerly to meet my mouth. "Oooohhh," she moaned. Daringly starting lower and lower each stroke, gradually lingering longer at her clitoris, I worked back and forth enjoying every movement of Kimber's pleasure. Then, pausing at the entrance of her pussy, I inserted my tongue as far as it would go. In and out, then sucking at the entrance. 

Warm pussy juice clung to my tongue and I eagerly sucked in every drop. "God, that feels wonderful," I hear. Placing my hands under Kimber's ass, I pulled her tighter and tighter to my lips. Moving my mouth higher now, I began to suck gently on Kimber's full and erect clitoris, gradually sucking harder as her hips begin a familiar rhythmic motion. Pulling my hand from under her ass, I began prodding and exploring the opening of Kimber's pussy with my fingers. Slowly, I inserted a finger deeply into her vagina and felt her body shudder with excitement. Probing deeply, in and out, I explore every bit of Kimber's inside. 

I pulled my finger completely out, then plunged deep again as I sucked rhythmically at Kimber's clit. The sounds emitting from Kimber's mouth told me she was enjoying this immensely. "Turn around, I want to taste you too," I heard her say. I rose and turned, anxious to get back to my duties. As I lowered myself across Kimber's body, I felt her warm mouth surrounding my hard penis. Floods of excitement flowed through my body at her touch. From this angle, I could suck Kim's whole pussy, pulling her lips into my mouth along with her clit. Rhythmically we swayed, in tune with each other's movements, floating on a cloud of ecstasy. Soon I realized that this could not continue much longer, as I was going to lose my load too early.

I told Kimber to get on her hands and knees because I really needed to be in her! I then proceeded to slide my hard dick into her tight love tunnel. Inch by glorious inch, I entered her loving warmth! When I was completely burrowed into her body I began moving very s-l-ow-l-y in and out. I didn't want to move too fast for fear of cumming too quickly.

I wanted the torture to last for us both!

Kimber started to moan then mumble. She mumbled something unintelligible just before she screamed my name!

"BEEBEE! Cum in me! NOW!!!"

I was so close before but when she said my name... I just lost it! I blew the biggest load of cum of my life up into my sexy companion's hot channel! I was grunting and panting like I'd just run a marathon at full tilt!!!

Kimber fell forward as the last spurt of cum went splashing on her ass! She reached her hand around and wiped it off her back-side and put the fingers into her mouth and, still panting, said, "It won't do to waste any of this white, liquid gold of your's, now would it!"

I just looked down at her and kissed her back, dragging my lips up to the nape of her neck and said that I loved her.

We've been hot-and-heavy, in love, ever since!!!

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I hope you all enjoyed that one...(You especially, Erica!) 

Kimberley Returns



About a month after our first and only encounter, Kimberley called me on my private cell phone at 9:30 am last Tuesday. I was in the middle of revamping a client's proposal, so my mind was eager to wander off as soon as I heard her voice.

"Hi! Miss me?"

"Kimberley, my God! Yes, I miss you! How are you, where are you, what are you doing?"

"I'm in my car, driving in aimless circles around town. I'm bored, and I want to play with someone."

"OK. Well, Sheryl's left for her office and I bored, too. Want to play with me?"

"Yeah."

"Kimberley, why don't you drive over here?"

"Alright. I need a good fuck…"

"Kimberley, it sounds like you're fucking yourself already!"

"I am. I playing with Pussy and Brownie while I'm driving, getting everything warm and wet for you!"

"Hurry over." Click.

Kimberley's last visit ended with me jerking off onto her while she lay on the floor of our kitchen with her fist pounding into her cunt. Did I mention that she has a world-class ass, with legs that could chock a horse? I heard her car come up the driveway and around the back of the house. Looking out the kitchen window, I watched as she stepped out onto the tarmac. She was a vision in blue; a light blue button-down shirt pulled wide-open exposing two gorgeous tits, a dark blue denim skirt with the hem tucked up into the waist line exposing a gorgeous cunt, and blue-black 3" heels that flashed as her gorgeous legs propelled her to the back door.

"Is it party time?" I asked as I caught her up into my arms. Her right hand shot down into my pants to grab my cock, while her left hand captured the back of my head. She smothered me with a power kiss that was more like a quick mugging, all tongue and fluid slobbered into my mouth with a driving intensity. She spun away from me and jumped onto the counter by the sink, spread her legs wide, and pulled her pussy lips apart. "Eat me, please!" was all it took for me to dive into her crotch and start to munch brunch. I could tell by the way she thrust out her hips that this was going to be a fast one, and before I could get my first finger up her asshole, off she went like a rumblin', stumblin', cummin' wild woman. "Suck me, fuck me, eat me," was the chant as she arched her back and pulled my face literally into her cunt. Her clit slammed into my nose repeatedly as she bucked her way through an orgasm that could have lasted for hours if only I could breath underwater. I clung to her for as long as I could, before turning my head to catch so air. With that, she pulled my face up to hers and started to kiss-lick her way around my chin and mouth, sucking her own juices from my skin. "Oh you poor boy, was Pussy too much for you!" "No, I'm just not used to deep-sea diving in one before. And what's with the names Pussy and Brownie, for Christ-sakes?!" "I thought you'd like them, since you always say you only screw those whose names you know!" she said as she slid off the counter and onto her knees before me.

I steadied myself with my hands on her shoulders as she pulled out my dick and vacuumed it into her mouth. My hips began a rocking motion that drove me deeper into her throat as she constricted her esophagus and milked me for all she could. This was no ordinary blow and flow, but a real attempt to pull my nuts up through my cock-head slit – a Hoover special designed to teach me who was in charge of this affair. To counter her tactics, and to keep it from being pulled off at the root, I reached down and grasped Kimberley's tits, full and hard into my palms, and squeezed. At first, the harder I squeezed the deeper and meaner were her sucking motions, but finally she started to relent when I twisted her nipples up to within inches of her shoulders. "Kimberley love, we can't be so brutal with each other until we have something to be mad about. Why are you swallowing me like a free Nathan at a Jersey truck stop?" She stopped deep-throating me and looked up with my cock head in her mouth. Her eyes, semi-glazed to begin with, filmed over with tears as she began to try and talk around Johnson's sponge probe. "Richard and his paramour used me as their toilet this morning," or sounds to that effect came out. This poor woman was either killing me to kill all men, so worked up by what happened that she couldn't control herself, or so confused she just didn't realize what the hell was going on. I opted for the last possibility.

I pulled myself out of her mouth, raised her up, and led her to my home office. It took ten seconds to divest her and I of our clothes. As we reclined onto the fold-away couch across from my desk my dick slid into her pussy as slick as a cable cutter into a worn sheath. We started the rhythm of a good fuck as I kissed her eyes, forehead, and mouth. We didn't talk at all, just maintained a sweet kind of motion that fused our hips and lips. This was sex, not the intern kind, but the deep abiding mating of a man and a woman out of wedlock. We reached orgasm together, both starting up the slope of intensity yet allowing it to build for as long as we could hang on. I came first, no duh! Kimberley following seconds later but at a much more subdued level. My neck muscles strained as I lifted my head high above her. I think I made some animal grunts as I hosed down her womb with a bizillion overachieving spermizoids. She remained quite, flush about the neck and face with her hooded eyes boring into me. I flexed myself several times as I rocked as deep into her as our missionary position allowed. Finally, I dropped down and buried my face into her shoulder as I hugged myself against her warm, sweating body. "Shiiiiit!" was all I could say. My prick deflated rapidly, but she did her best to keep me in place by messaging me with her pussy's walls.

I hoisted myself up and tried to walk a straight line towards the half-bath located off of the office. My knees bowed like a drunken sailor as I staggered out of the room. Kimberley swung her legs off the couch and slid up behind me, reaching around to grasp my dick like it was a flashlight in a darkened room. "Where are you taking my toy?" she whispered in my ear. "To the garage for a lube and car wash," I glibly replied.

After a lazy wiz and fast damp-cloth dry, we both settled back onto the couch. I stroked her inner thigh while she teased the underside of my balls with her fingernails. "So what do we do now?" I asked. "I want to fuck again, but this time on top." With that, she dipped down and sucked on me like I was a Coke float. Straining hard enough to bust a blood vessel, I just couldn't get any life back into old roger. I finally had to wrap my fingers into her mane of hair and pull her head back up to mine. "It ain't dead, its just stunned," I joked. "Oh, come on, let's play again!" Kimberley cried as she started to pump her fist around my retreating cock. She suddenly stopped and just held me in her hand. She looked into my eyes, "I know what will get you excited. I know what you like to see and do. Let's go for a ride in your Navigator and I'll let you see and do all the things you like to do to get excited!"

Before I know it, we were driving out of town. I had on some old shorts, a polo shirt, and a pair of moccasins. Kimberley had put back on her skirt and unbuttoned blouse, and sat back in the truck seat with her legs spread and her 3" heels straddling the dashboard. Her right hand casually brushed her clit while her left primed her right tit, pulling the nipple out two inches and twisting it with her thumb and forefinger. My cock was exposed, sticking out of its unzipped home and looking for trouble as usual.

"Let's stop at the Safeway and pickup some snacks," Kim said as she reached over to ratchet my crank and sink her wet tongue into my right ear. I grasped her left tit from under her arm and hefted it like a softball. "You better cover these up or the boys at the store will be dick salutin' before noon!" Kim ducked down to shallow me whole, down to the root as her throat muscles pulled my dickhead deeper into her. I raised my ass up to fuck her face but the steering wheel stopped my motion. My dick popped out of her mouth with a long string of saliva caught on her lips as she raised up to look me in the eyes. "OK, but promise me that you'll show me off to at least one guy before we leave there!"

We entered the Safeway and headed for the vegetable section. Kim looked edible as she swished down the isle fondling fruit and clicking the tip of her tongue out at me. When we turned the corner by the tubular veggies I pulled her to me and said "This reminds me of Al Pacino in The Sea of Love, where Ellen Barkin seduced him in the corner store while wearing only a raincoat." "That's right lover, but she never did this for him," Kim then pulled an English cucumber from the pile and simply drove it up under her skirt and into her cunt. Her eyes widened, then her whole face softened as the cucumber opened her up. "My juice is dipping down my thighs," she said as she slumped down against the cooler display – her wrist keeping a constant slow pump on the big green prick lodged in her pussy. She rolled over and crushed her tits down onto the squash, looked over her shoulder and told me to "Fuck me up the ass with something, Now!" I grabbed a fresh carrot, greens and all, and plied it into her anus with only the dew water on it as a lubricant. She stayed still as I forced it deeper into her, finally breaking off the greens top with a flourish and tossing them onto the carrot pile. She straightened up and pulled the cucumber from out under her skirt, then proceeded to lick and suck it while rubbing my cock through my shorts. "Does this turn you on?" she crooned as she turned to walk towards the main part of the store. She flipped the well-fucked cuke back into the bin and headed over to the soda display. I watched her ass sway away, knowing that seven inches of hard carrot were buried deep into it. Yeah, it turned me on!

She flashed her tits at me several times as we looped around the store, and finally we hit the checkout. The older woman at the register flipped Kim off with her eyes, but the bagboy stiffened up to his forehead. Kim asked him to carry one of the bags to the truck as we took the others. When we reached the tailgate and she lifted the door her left tit popped out right into the kid's face. Kim continued to hold onto the raised door's safety strap as her breast wobbled a bit in front of the kid's banjoed eyes. She then reached around behind her and pulled the carrot out of her ass, handed it to him and said quietly, "When you think you're ready, I'll let you be my carrot!" I thought the poor guy was going to pass out as we drove off towards the mall.

Shopping with Kim is truly uplifting when she gets into her sex zone. She would take designer dresses into Lord and Taylor's changing rooms, call me over for a consultation, then drop to her knees to blow me for a minute while stroking herself through a thousand dollar creation. At one shop she got the sales girl to follow her into the chambers. After a few moments, I maneuvered around to spy on the reflections of the different mirrors and was greeted with the image of a naked Kim up against the wall with the sales girl on her knees muff-diving between her sprayed legs. I caught Kim's eyes and was rewarded with a big grin and a flash of the other girl's ass as Kim reached over and lifted her skirt – surprise, no panties, only pink cleft and a pulsing brownie winking at me! They must know each other, I thought, as I reached into my shorts and pulled off Johnson for an airing and stroke. Kim blew kisses and drooled onto her tits as she fixated onto my flying fist. I couldn't stand it and longer and entered the dressing room with my whacker leading the way. Kim's friend turned towards me and acted as though my wondering probe was supposed to bury itself into her opening mouth. I lifted Kim up higher onto the wall and tried to pull my dick out of the crouching tigress at our feet. Finally she complied by fisting my dick out of her throat at pointing it up into Kim's open gash. I drove it home by lifting up into Kim as she settled down into my arms. Little Miss Muffet Diver joined in long enough to push a finger into my butt and mash a lip-lock onto Kim that rivaled a Hoover. I blasted three waves of cum into Kim before slumping back onto my haunches. Kim slid to the floor with her pussy buddy now locked into her crotch, sucking out our combined cum as fast as she could. "I've got to get back to the counter," she bleated out as she backhand smeared our cum across her face and scrambled up to leave the room. Kim and I laughed as we straightened our clothes and stumbled out the back of the store.

"There's so many more places I want to show off for you," Kim said as we threaded our way through the parking lot. "There's the movie theater, the Places Restaurant, the stadium, the Boardwalk, gosh – some many places to expose my pussy and asshole for you to play with!" Standing by the Navigator, I pulled her to me, reached around under her skirt, and sawed my middle finger deep into her ass. "Yeah, and there's some much time in which to do all of those things! Oh, and did I ever tell you that you've got a great pair of legs!"



Kimberley's Story



*Author's note: this is written from the first person perspective of the character. The grammar is a deliberate contrivance.

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My friend Anna invited me to go to her father's cabin on Saltspring Island BC for the week and my mom said okay cause she trusted Tom, Anna's father.

It is a beautiful place that is really a house with a wonderful view of this passage where the ferry goes between Swartz Bay and Tsawassen. There are other places around, but it is kind of isolated. 

The first couple of days Anna and I would sunbathe and then sit and talk at night with Tom. On Wednesday her mom showed up while I had taken my bike to town for some things and she and Tom had a ferocious row. She and Anna left and when I got back Tom explained to me that he still had work to do on the place and I would be stuck with him for four more days. We got on okay and we got to be really friendly and we talked about a lot of relationship things.

Saturday night before we were supposed to leave to go home I was taking a shower and Tom just walks in behind me and says he needs to get cleaned up before the hot water runs out. I freaked and told him to get out and he told me to calm down and that it was no problem. I had never seen a guy naked before and it was a shock to see Tom all of a sudden like that. I still said that this was not a good idea and he just laughed and reached for the soap and says its easier to shower when you have help. 

I just stood there as he washed my back and massaged my shoulders and told me to relax. The warm water and his assuring voice made me settle down and I just accepted that he must do this with his wife and Anna at home. He turned the temperature up on the water and it made me relax even more and he asked if he could wash my hair for me and I let him. It was very intimate and I really liked the attention and he could tell.

After he washed my hair he was behind me and he put his arms around me and held me. I felt his dick on my butt and then he slipped it between my legs and held me really tight. I was a little uneasy but I just let it go and I could feel him moving his dick between my legs. He asked me if that felt good and I said that it did but I was real afraid of going any further. I knew what he wanted.

He pulled my head back and kissed my wet neck and then kissed me full on the lips which I loved. 

His dick got between my pussy lips and I felt him trying to get it in and I told him we can't and then it just went in. He was holding me around the waist and he made me lean on the wall as he was moving in me. I had a lot of thoughts about my virginity, cheating on his wife, me getting pregnant, and I didn't want to stop. I even got on my tip toes so he could get more in me. 

He finally moved back just enough to make me lean over further to hold myself up and then he just pounded away at me. When I heard him moaning and felt his dick pumping cum in me I just backed into him to try to get more. My whole morality was gone just like that. I didn't care anymore.

I slept in his bed that night and let him have me all night long and then we went home the next night. We met at a motel once after that and it was just so cheap that I never did it again. It still makes me feel really guilty that we did that and keeping the secret is just too much some times.



Kimberly



While this was written back in 2006, I'm finally getting around to posting it. Comments appreciated.

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The main streets were packed, with the local town's parade. I had been hitting side streets and was almost halfway across town when I saw her walking down the side of the road. She was wearing a pair of blue jean shorts with a dark red t-shirt. Her long black legs were doing the most interesting things to her ass, and long dark hair, as she made her way down the walk. Before I realized it, I was slowing down and pulling to the curb.

I rolled down the passenger window, leaned my head towards it, slowing down even more. As I came up immediately to her side, I was that not only did she have a nice round ass, but her chest put it to shame. I could easily wrap my arm around her waist, but her chest was easily twice as round.

"Say, do you know the way to Paterson St.?"

I was expecting her to jump, but she must have known I was pulling up, since she kept walking at the same pace, looking straight ahead. "Sure."

I let my eyes move up and down her body while I thought about my next choice of words. "Care to share?"

She turned her head towards me, smiling. "Maybe. What's in it for me?" She kept walking, head turned towards me.

"I'd be happy to give me a ride."

She smiled larger, stopped. I moved forward a couple feet more I stopped the car. "Is that so."

My slip came to me. "I mean, I'd be happy to give you a ride." I had to stretch my neck up and over to try to see her, since she'd made no attempt to move towards me. I was about to throw the car into reverse when she started moving towards me.

After a couple of steps, her head was cut off, since I'm driving a smaller car. I take the time to check out her shirt. Her breasts are pushing into the fabric of the t-shirt tight enough that the fabric comes out in a straight line from tip of breast to tip of breast. Moving my eyes down towards her stomach, the shirt is pulled slightly away from her skin. The front is pulled up by her breasts enough that I can see just a bit of her dark-skinned stomach near the top of her shorts. The waist of her shorts are drawn tight against her skin.

She places each hand on the inside of the door and begins leaning towards the car. Her ass moves away, but her chest moves down and towards me. I'm waiting to see if I can get a look down her shirt when her head comes into view.

Now that I'm closer, I can see she's young, but not that young. She's got lines near her eyes and in the corners of her mouth, but her lips and eyes are still young.

"I'm walking down to Mill Dr."

"Is that a matter of fact?"

"Sure is." She moves her eyes around the inside of my car. "You could take me there since it's on your way."

"You sure you want to go with a stranger?" Well, that was a smart thing to say ...

She laughs. "I'm plenty old enough to." She flashes a grin at me. "Sure you want me", short pause, "to come?"

I grin back at her and make a move towards the door handle. "You bet."

I pull the handle from inside and she steps away from the car. She puts her hand on the outside handle and pulls the door open. Her head's gone again, so I take another look at her body, this time letting my eyes start at the waist of her shorts and move down. Her shorts look to be less than six inches long from waist to leg.

She turns around slowly, giving me a look at her left side and back. From closer up, her jean shorts look even tighter. She starts moving her ass down towards the seat and sits. She moves one leg, then the other, into the car, moving the rest of her body towards the front as she does so.

When I finally move my eyes up from her legs, I see that she's looking over at me. I move my head forward, too quickly, and get a bit of a head rush. I put my hand down between us and when I hear the door shut, I switch over to drive.

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Right away she tells me to to turn right at the next intersection. I've been through this town before, and contrary to what I said, I don't need directions to Paterson St. I also have some idea of where Mill Dr. is, and it's not this way.

"Go down this road three blocks and then take a left." She moves her head and upper body towards me. "So why you going to Paterson?"

"Buddy lives there. We're gonna go fishing for a bit today."

"Borrring."

I chuckle, take a left, and look over at her. "Sure, but it gives you time to think."

"Oh yeah? What do you think about?"

I knew what I was going to be thinking about today. "I don't know, whatever is on my mind."

"What's on your mind right now."

I start to grin but catch myself.

She laughs quickly. "Nevermind. I suppose we both know. Take a left in five more blocks."

"Okay." I pause for a moment. "Say, isn't that going to take us back to the road we were on?"

"Well sure. This is a nicer drive though." She let's a pause build this time. "And it gives me time to think."

"Oh yeah? What are you thinking about?" I look over at her and see she's looking out her window.

I'm almost at block five, so I figure she didn't hear me. I take the left and am about to repeat myself when she talks.

"Mill Dr. is up about four blocks, on the left. We'll see a park first."

"Gotcha."

"What time you going fishing?"

"Umm, I don't know, whenever I get there I guess."

"I don't mean to make you late."

"Not at all. After all, you're going to help me get there. I'll just tell him I got lost and had to ask for directions. Am I taking a left here?"

She leaned towards me slightly. "Yup. Then take an immediate right."

I cross traffic and swing right.

"Third house on the right. The blue one. You can pull into the driveway."

"Okay."

I pull up and in. I throw it into park and look over at her. I start to open my mouth, but she's already begun talking.

"Come on in and I'll write up some directions for you." She's already opened the door and is making her way out. She's quick this time, so I only get a quick look at her ass pointed towards me as she gets out.

I turn off the car, and start getting out. The seat belt stops me, until I release it. I shut the door behind me and make my way to the right of the garage, moving towards where she headed.

Beyond the garage, there's a door leading into the house, at which she's standing and unlocking. She opens the door, and looks back. "Come on, hurry up." She half-smiles, half-grins.

I pick up my pace and start looking around. Not a bad neighborhood, and really quiet. Even though a fairly main road is just half a block away, there's a grove of trees behind the houses. I make my way inside the house.

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It takes my eyes a moment to adjust. I'm in a small foyer. There's a staircase in front of me, a living room to my right, and a small dining room to the left. I'm moving my eyes back towards the living room when I see her as she makes her way out of it. She walks towards me and smiles. "Be right back." She jogs up the stairs, and I watch her as she goes up.

Her legs are doing that thing with her ass again. I move my eyes down a bit, looking at the bottom of the shorts, right where her legs come out. After a second, she's out of sight.

I move towards the living room and check it out. The right wall contains a full window, with a couch right in front of it. The wall directly across is blank, but about 20 feet in there's a television, angled towards the couch. To my left, there's a recliner against the wall, angled towards the tv. There's a small table in the middle, with a collection of remotes and magazines. The wall far to the left has a couple of smaller windows, looking out towards the trees. There's a hallway in the corner, heading in the direction of under the stairs. Probably to the kitchen and back to the dining room.

I hear her coming back down the stairs, so I turn around. I get another brief look of her in profile as she steps on the landing. Tight red shirt, tight jean shorts, long black legs. Her head's turned towards me, and she smiles.

"Sorry. Come on back and I'll get you those directions."

She heads towards me, and brushes past, heading into the living room and back. As she walked by I could clearly smell a slight perfume, one that I hadn't detected in the car. She must have heard me sniff, because, "Oh, and I had to put a bit on." I didn't mind.

I followed her back, and since she wasn't looking back at me, I let my eyes trail up and down her backside. When we got towards the back, we turned into the hallway and found ourselves in the kitchen. Along with the usual appliances, there was a table in the center of the room with a couple chairs around it.

"Nice house," I said.

"It's my parents." She was looking through a small dresser. "They're actually gone until tonight." She pulls out a pen and note pad. "Here they are!"

She brings the paper and pen over to the table and drops them down. She moves back slight, and puts her elbows down on the table. I turn towards her, my eyes previously wandering around the kitchen, and watch as she moves her ass back and away. Her head is looking away from me, and she's writing away, so I let me eyes move over her body. Her jeans are even tighter now, and her shirt has moved up just a slight bit. After a moment, I realize that I've got a painful bulge in my pants.

I glance down, then back up, and meet her eyes. She's smiling softly.

Quietly, she asks me a question. "Want a tour?"

I swallow, and it sounds like an elephant's stamp. "Sure."

"Follow me." She heads towards the other exit from the kitchen. "You've seen that way, so we'll go through the dining room." There's a small curio cabinet straight across, and a door to the right. "My parents room" she points. We're then heading towards the front of the house, around the rather massive table. Ten people could easily sit around this table.

We're back in the foyer, so we head up the stairs. I let myself fall back enough that I'm eye level with her ass as I lean my head slightly forward. It occurs to me that there's no basement in this house. At the top of the steps, we're in a rather large hallway. There's three doors, two on the right and one on the left.

"The first door is my brother's room, and the second is the bathroom. The one on the left is my room." We head down towards it, skipping the brother's door.

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She's got three walls of windows in her room. One window towards the front of the house, one towards the back, and two towards the side. Curtains are drawn on all four, but the light is still filtering in. She's got a dresser to the right, a bed towards the left, against the middle of the side wall, another dresser against the other wall, and a table between that wall and the bed.

She heads right over to the side of the bed, puts both hands on it, and moves them and her body across the bed to the other side. Her hands reach the side of the bed, and she stops moving. Her stomach is flat against the bed, her ass is slightly raised, and her legs are almost standing straight. The bulge in my pants is painful.

Her ass starts moving down, as her feet slid away from the bed. She moves her head, letting her right cheek rest on the bed, as she looks over at me. "So, do you have a condom or not?"

Huh? "Umm ..."

"If you don't, you can't come instead me. But I'd really like it if you hit me from behind."

She kept looking at me, straight faced. But then, then she smiled, or really it was more like a grin. Something broke, and I moved towards her.

One minute I was in the doorway, the next my hands were on her ass. I let my hand slid over her ass, my fingers slipping over and into her tight short pockets. With fingers finally inside, I started moving my hands down, yanking the shorts towards me. They moved, but not very much. At this point, she was looking away from me again, but she moaned in pleasure.

I dug the palms of my hands into her ass and moved my hands up her ass. I moved my fngers deeper into her pockets and pull her shorts towards me again. They'd moved half an inch, but that was more than they should have. She moaned in deep pleasure at this. I moved my hands back up her ass, letting my fingers slip out of her back pockets, letting my hands trail over and past her jean shorts. As I made my way to her t-shirt, I let my fingers slid under the fabric, up her spine.

As I reached the back of her bra, I let my finger-tips move over the strap, and then moved my hands towards her sides, tracing the strap. When I reached the sides of her breasts, I started to let my fingers slide through her plush skin, under her the cups of her bra before I stopped. My hands were pretty far up her shirt, so I started spreading my elbows away from me, letting her shirt start riding up her back.

I put one knee onto her bed, then the other, letting myself sit on top of her ass. I kept using my arms, and finally my hands, to pull her t-shirt further up her body. By now, it was over her head, and around the tops of her arms, but I stopped pulling it off.

I put both feet onto the ground and made my way off of her, but back behind her. She could turn her head, but because of how I'd left the t-shirt, she wouldn't see me without moving the t-shirt aside with her hands. She made no attempt to.

I quickly unbuttoned and unzipped my pants, pulling my boxers down with them. My hard cock sprung free, glistening from the tip. I got down on my knees, and moved my hands to the sides of her shorts.

I began pulling them down again, listening to her moan. After pulling twice, I then yanked them up, resulting in a surprised gasp from her. I moved my hands under her stomach, making my way to the front of her shorts. As I reached the button, I lifted her up, and she stayed, letting me unbutton then unzip her shorts.

I moved my hands to behind her and pushed her back down to the bed. I moved my fingers into her back pockets again, which was slightly easier now, and dragged her tiny shorts down off her ass. I started to see right away why I'd seen no panty lines; she was wearing a thong.

I kept moving her shorts down, until I reached her ankles, where I let them stay. I put my tongue on her right cheek, then on her left, then back, and back again. At each lick, she moaned in pleasure as I started making my way towards between her legs.

As I made my way down with my tongue, I moved my hands to the band of her thong and pulled it up towards her. Her moans were becoming louder as my tongue got closer to her pussy, and my hands climbed higher and higher. When my tongue finally reached their goal, just a bit of her pussy was showing on each side of the thong's fabric. I let my tongue slide under, first one side, then the other, and helped the fabric between her lips, continuing to pull the thong higher and higher. I lapped my tongue sides across her pussy, getting an "Oh god!" from her as I did so.

I was beginning to drip, so I knew it was time to let myself slide into her. I pulled off her thong in one fluid motion, letting it rest on top of her shorts, which still hung between her ankles. I stood up, letting my hands slide up her side, and let myself slip into her cave. She was so tight around me. I moved myself slowly in as deep as I could get, and then slowly out almost all the way. In and out. In and out. With each movement, she sighed, long.

I let myself unclasp the back of her bra and just pulled it up her arms, stopping when I reached her shirt. I kept pumping her, slowly, as I slid my hands down her arms, to the sides of her chest, and towards the front of her body. As I moved my hands under her, I felt my way to her tits, and when I reached them they were already hard. I let myself pinch them between my fingers, still moving my cock in and out of her pussy slowly.

I continued to play with her tits from behind, and continued moving in and out of her, for about five minutes, according to her alarm clock.

I moved my hands back towards her ass, then towards my cock. I withdrew and placed a hand on myself. I moved the tip of my cock towards her warm pussy, letting just the tip slide between her lips, up and down. She was doing something between a purr and a moan now.

I stopped suddenly, after just a little bit of this, and rolled her onto her back. She didn't know what was going on, so it wasn't as easy as I'd planned. Nonetheless, in a moment she was on her back. I put my hands on her knees and pushed her over the bed, just enough so that I could get on top of her to fuck her. Her head, however, was overhanging, but as she moved her hands to try to support her head, they got stopped by her shirt.

I put a knee on the bed, slipped my cock inside her pussy, and put my other knee up. My hands went up to the sides of her arms, as I pressed down on the loose fabric of her t-shirt. She'd either have to keep her head up with her muscles, or move her hands to the back of her head to keep them straight. After a moment, she stopped trying to get the shirt off and moved her hands to the back of her head. I'm sure it wasn't easy, but I was in control now.

I looked down at my cock, moving in and out of her pussy. She'd shaved herself, in something like a rectangle. I moved my eyes up, towards her round, plump breasts. Even though they were loose they were still slightly erect, only pushing towards the sides a little bit. I would have liked to have forced her to her knees and put my hard cock between them, letting myself fuck her breasts, and shooting my load onto her face.

I realized that I was pumping her even harder, thinking about this, and she was moaning even harder because of it. At the rate I was going, I was going to be coming inside of her, which she clearly hadn't wanted. I thought about just doing it anyways, but slowed myself down.

On her plump ass? Her tight stomach? Her round breasts? Her sweet face, still hidden from view by the t-shirt?

I pumped her hard, twice more, and finally pulled myself out of her. I was going to come, and had decided upon her breasts. I quickly moved my cock up her body, up her stomach, towards her breasts. I moved a hand from by her arm to my cock and started pumping like crazy. Hard towards the base, hard back up, again and again. I could feel it building up, more and more and more until I grunted ... and started shooting myself onto her breasts, onto her tits, towards her neck. Back and forth, back and forth ...

I grabbed the t-shirt from around her neck and pulled it up her head. Once her mouth was in site she opened it, and sucked in a breath. Before she could close it I stuck my cock into it. She started to gag, but then regained herself and began moving her tongue over the head, and around the rod. Placing both hands on her shoulders, I pulled her body towards me, moving her head onto the bed, and letting myself angle my cock over her mouth.

Before I knew it, I was pumping my cock into her mouth, getting a gag from her every once a while, but she made no motion to stop me. I was pumping harder and harder, until I started coming once again. I withdrew slightly, then completely, letting the last spurts hit the t-shirt covering the top of her face. She alternated between swallowing and sucking in air.

I finally got off of her and moved off of the bed. She made no move to follow suit. I looked at her, her breasts, neck, mouth and t-shirt covered with my come. Her whole body was misted with sweat, and between her legs she was rather wet. I moved towards my pants, and started pulling them up. As I got to my knees, I leaned towards her pussy and ran my tongue over it three or four times as I pulled my pants up. I adjusted my shirt and tucked it into my pants.

"What's your name honey?"

"Kimberly."

I made my way out of her room. As I reached the door, I looked back, but she'd made no move. I headed downstairs and out to my car.




Kimberly



Wouldn't you know, I forgot the instructions she'd written for me, but I got to my buddy's house without too much trouble, albeit almost an hour late ...

*END*



Kimberly



(My thanks go to CambriaRose for sorting this two chapter story out for me. It sure flows better now she worked her magic on it. I hope you the reader enjoy this first chapter.) 

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I promised her I would go on, I promised her I would find someone else and live again. I lied.

The fateful day I lied to the one person who was the most important to me, was a Tuesday in March. Both our work schedules came together on a beautiful, sunny day and we went out and enjoyed it. We were less than five miles from home when a drunk crossed the intersection causing our car to be totaled. She knew she was dying. It took me a few minutes to figure it out for myself. I refused to believe it, but you could see it in the paramedic's eyes, when they were brave enough to look at us, while they tried so hard to get my wife and I out of what was once our car. 

It took the fire department twenty minutes to cut Traci out of her side of the car. We both talked and cried the entire time. We talked about my future, and not once did we talk about us being together when all of this was over. She made me promise one final time. I could feel my heart break in two as the fire crew finally took what was left of the roof off and away from the car. I looked into her eyes and saw the light start to fade within them. Those last few words she heard of mine on this Earth were a lie. I couldn't go on without her. 

Traci was the reason I breathed. She was that one person in my life I shared everything with. It was a perfect life with her; there wasn't a life after Traci. She was everything to me. I couldn't face living without her by my side. This woman who sat bleeding next to me was everything to me. If I could have change places with her at that moment I would have and she knew it. 

I was grateful to the hospital; they put me back together, even if it was only temporarily to attend the funeral. I wanted to stand but the cast on my back was simply too much. My brother wheeled me to the edge of the grave and I watched as she descended to her final resting place. It was well attended. She had so many family and friends in attendance it seemed to take forever for them all to say those words that meant so little, but made them feel better saying it. 

Just before I returned to the hospital, I made my brother my power of attorney. It kept the ambulance chasers off my back since he was a lawyer himself. I learned later that he used a scorched Earth policy; no one was safe and most thought it wise to settle out of court. 

The drunk driver tried hiring a fancy lawyer, but it did him no good when my brother showed the video of the crash taken by the fire crew. The judge made everyone sit through the whole video. Most cried when they listened to Traci, and one guy in the courtroom had to be restrained when the video paned to the drunk driver singing 'Old Lang Syne' only seconds before he was sick in the back of the police car.

My brother's policy also kept the press at bay, even more so when one of my neighbors phoned the police after one of the press was caught, not only in our garden, but trying to take pictures through the patio window. 

The paper quickly settled out of court but not before the judge got to hear about it and he told the press, in no uncertain terms, that if he ever heard of such a thing happening again, he would personally see to it that he was the judge on that trial.

It took a further six months of rehab before I could walk again. Something that comes to you so easily as a child has to be relearned as a thirty one year old man. Physically, I was now fit enough to leave the hospital. On occasions I still resorted to the help of a cane. The last thing I wanted was to share my grief in public, so I went out of the hospital with one of the paramedics and they dropped me off on the corner away from the crowd. My brother picked me up and took me straight to an airport hotel where we could finally get things settled, at least on paper. My brother showed me my bank balance and I winced, I cut a chunk out and tried to give it to him.

He refused, so we settled on me paying for his two girl's college education, and a lump sum when they turned a set age. My brother knew me better than most. He knew he was saying goodbye to me, for how long I don't think either of us knew the answer to. I understood it was hurting him so much, even his wife Miranda knew what was going on and insisted she came with him to the hotel. With the paperwork settled, he handed me a plane ticket and a set of keys and told me what I had asked for was in the long term parking lot.

I couldn't stay, every time I looked at Miranda I saw Traci. When the McKenna twins proudly announced their marriage to the Thomson brothers the whole town just smiled and said 'about time.' We even made the local paper, well the third page anyway, but that was enough for our folks to go to the store and buy thirty papers each that day and send them to every known relative. I hugged Miranda one last time, and, for what felt like the hundredth time, told her I was sorry. She couldn't help but burst into tears and run from the hotel room.

I took the shuttle bus to the airport alone and checked in. The flight itself was uneventful and for that I was extremely grateful. It was dark when I left the airport so I checked into one of the airport hotels and decided to start in the morning. Room service got a call and the music stations kept me company. It's amazing what gets left in hotel rooms. Someone had left a country magazine in one of the drawers of the little cabinet by the bed. Odd night reading that was for sure, in it was an article on a young couple buying and renovating a few log cabins up at the lake some two hundred miles from the airport. I figured that would be a good place to start. 

The next morning I got my truck out of the long term parking and headed to the lake.

******* The McDonalds were a nice couple; they had both been laid off and decided to buy the cabins and start their own business. I could tell that it was taking its toll on them and the fact that Jenna McDonald was three months pregnant didn't help them either. I asked for a six month stay and paid it all in advance, I had no intention of staying that long but the look on their faces showed they could sure use the money. Cabin seven was the most recent to be modernized and the smell of varnish came to you as you opened the door just to remind you.

The television got pushed into the closet alongside my fishing rods and tackle box. I made myself at home and even got to the store before it closed and stocked up on food and any other items that caught my eye. 

The next morning cabin Seven yielded yet one more surprise, it had its own jetty that jutted out onto the lake by some fifty feet, all recently renovated and showing a new coat of varnish. For the next two weeks, I fell into a habit, breakfast, grabbed my fishing equipment and sat out on the end of the jetty. I never caught any fish. I don't even know if there were any in the lake, but I went out anyways.

As I sat and watched the scenery in front of me I let my mind mend itself, or at least try to mend itself. It was the mental side of me that I was worried about. The image of Traci in those last moments of her life, knowing that I lied to her as she took those words with her became all consuming. Thankful that my hat and sunglasses hid my tears, soon I became a creature of habit. As soon as I woke and had a coffee I would walk to the end of the jetty, set my rod up, and sit.

The images of the crash were still fresh in my mind, but slowly the events on the lake kept my thoughts occupied enough that those images became less painful, at least during the day. The lake seemed to be used a great deal; I would always see a small boat off in the distance moving along the shoreline. Jenna Macdonald would occasionally drop by to see if I had caught anything, I never did and I didn't have the heart to tell her why.

******* I heard it before I saw it. The mist kept it a secret for as long as it could before the little boat burst forth. A little girl slumped forward, although her arm was resting in the controls, it was obvious as the boat passed me and slid onto the bank alongside the jetty that the girl was unconscious. I ran along the jetty and jumped onto the boat just as the boat came to a stop, the girl hadn't moved, even when I switched the engine off.

There seemed little point in being gentle when I felt for a pulse in her neck. It was so weak I almost missed it. She was cold and clammy as well. Not a good sign at all. Even when I picked her up and carried her back to the cabin her eyes never opened. I spotted the bracelet as I placed her on the couch, thankfully, it yielded all the information I needed. Getting sugared water into her was difficult but pinching her nose proved effective enough. Once her lips started to change to a more normal color I picked up the phone and called the McDonald's. 

"Jenna, I have a little girl here, age I would say seven, red shoulder length hair and freckles. She has a Diabetes bracelet on and the name on it is Kimberly, does any of this mean anything to you?"

"Yes that's Karen's little girl. What is she doing at your cabin? She lives clear across the lake!"

"Can you call her mother and tell her that her daughter has had a hypoglycemic attack out on the lake, I've stabilized her but she's going to need her insulin before she can be moved."

What followed was a very frantic Jenna having a mild panic attack over the phone before telling me she would call Karen straight away. Jenna turned up ten minutes before another car came speeding up the dirt road, screeching to a stop sideways on to the cabin. Some red haired woman burst into the cabin quickly looked around and dashed over to the child laying on the couch, unzipping an insulin case as she did. My part in this drama was over as far as I was concerned. Kimberly would be fine once her mother gave her insulin, so I walked back to the lakes edge and secured the boat to the jetty, sat down and went back to my fishing.

It was another hour before Karen and I assume Kimberly left. Although the hesitant footsteps on the jetty told me that Jenna still had something to say so I got up and met her half way. The anger in her eyes and the confused look on her face let me know long before she spoke that she had to say something or burst.

"Forgive me for saying this but you're a cold fish aren't you." 

My walking slowly past her showed that I was only going to continue this conversation back at the cabin. Jenna made it to the porch and sat down. I came back out with two iced teas and sat across from her, my back resting against one of the porch's support posts. 

"There was nothing else for me to do Jenna. I knew she was stable and once I saw her mother run into the cabin with Kimberly's insulin case in hand, my being there would simply be another person in the cabin nothing else. I would guess judging by the puncture marks on Kimberly's body that she has been Diabetic for at least two years so her mother knew exactly what to do."

Jenna went to get up and leave, the anger within her not placated in the slightest, so I held up my hand and she sat back down.

"I left her in no danger Jenna. I was still within earshot if things had gone wrong but I knew nothing would so I left you both to it. Kimberly needed to see familiar faces when she woke, not a strangers, it would have confused her even more than needed." 

I doubt very much that I had persuaded her otherwise, she just shrugged her shoulders as she left the porch, told me that her husband would be by later to take the boat back across the lake, and left.

The lake mist had thinned even more now that the sun was burning it away, but I had lost the energy to sit at the end of the jetty watching a fishing rod. I packed it all away and headed into town for more supplies. The boat was gone by the time I got back and for the next couple of days my own routine returned to normal.

******* The sound of a car coming to a halt outside my cabin broke me from my thoughts. I watched it for a few moments, the woman inside seemed reluctant to leave the car. Pulling my rod clear of the water and walking towards her seemed to have the desired effect as both doors opened Kimberly and her mother got out. 

It was Kimberly that reached me first and she held out her hand and said. "Thank you for your help and for looking after me until my Mom came. I was kinda lost and when I couldn't see the bank anymore because of the mist, I got confused."

Kimberly looked back towards her mother who was already giving her a stern look. "It also didn't help that I missed breakfast."

I shook her hand and told her she was welcome, it was Karen who seemed to want to keep her distance that was until Kimberly grabbed her arm and pulled her mom alongside her. I was having a hard time reading her and the sunglasses she had on didn't help. Eventually she asked Kimberly to go for a walk along the jetty, she wanted to speak to me alone. That was the time I probably wished I had somewhere else to go. We both watched Kimberly pout and give the usual "but Mom" before she walked onto the jetty to check out the scenery from this side of the lake.

"I'll be honest with you Mister I didn't volunteer to be here. My daughter hit me with one of my own rules and I couldn't back away from it."

Since I knew I was in for 'one of those talks' I turned and slowly walked along the lakes edge, Karen followed alongside, keeping an eye on Kimberly whilst we walked.

"This rule you mentioned, is that the one about don't talk to strange men?"

Her answer was just as swift. "No, always thank the people that do you a good turn. Although if it was left to me I would have made an exception in your case, my daughter could have died and all you did was return to your fishing."

For the next minute or so we still walked but the silence started to become a wedge between us. I couldn't be angry with her. She had her opinion and expressed it.

"Kimberly was going to be fine, she was stable when I made my call to Jenna and once you turned up with her insulin I became redundant."

The anger in her voice told me she wasn't appeased by my words or even the conviction I put into them.

"She could have died Mister, the nearest hospital is twenty miles to the south and the nearest doctor is eighteen miles to the east and you left her on the couch of your cabin and went fishing."

I promised myself I would leave the world to its own devices; I promised myself that the world and its problems had nothing to do with me anymore I still had my own grief to deal with but Karen wanted something from me I was simply not going to give her.

"As a matter of fact she was never more than fifty yards from a doctor in all the time she was here, and you have never been more than three feet from a doctor in all the time you have tried to make me feel guilty for my actions."

Karen stopped and held onto my arm making me stop. I could see all of Kimberly in her mother; her hair was a slightly darker red and given the shade of her eyebrows and paleness of her skin she would have been a natural red head. It's also why I understood her volatile nature.

"You're a doctor?" Were the only words that managed to escape her lips. 

She had a shocked look on her face and the redness of her embarrassment was now in competition with the color of her hair. The nod of my head was all she got as we headed back to the cabin. I may have not been licensed to practice in this state, but I'm sure in an emergency the medical association would stretch a point. 

This time I got a hug from Kimberly before she left, I even got a small thank you from her mom as well, that alone made my day.

******* It took another week before things started to change. I went out to the end of the jetty, set my rod up and after an hour of glorious sunshine warming both the lake and me, I fell asleep. The sounds of women's voices pulled me from my sleep. When I was awake enough to open my eyes, Kimberly was sitting in her little boat twenty feet from the jetty a rod hanging over the edge of the boat and Karen was sitting on a chair next to me a rod beside her. Neither of them said a word. The weirdness of the situation didn't pass me by at all and to be honest I simply didn't know what to say or do about it.

It was another twenty minutes before Jenna pulled up in her car, went to the trunk and pulled out an ice box and a picnic basket. Kimberly pulled her rod in and rowed her boat onto the shore to help Jenna. 

"I was wrong about you and that's the first time that's happened since I voted the wrong man into the President's office. I can't do anything about that, but I can apologize for treating you so badly last week. Kimberly is everything to me and although she now understands she took advantage of the freedom I give her by staying out on the lake and going further than we both agreed upon, I can't wrap her in cotton wool. It would destroy her spirit."

To me she had done what any mother would have done, and that's shown true love and concern for her child. I couldn't take her to task on anything. It wasn't my place and I truly did understand. But Karen seemed to feel that she owed me. Perhaps that's what today was all about, all three of them saying thank you.

"Can you make lasagna?"

Her eyebrows almost came together in total confusion at my question and she nodded her head not sure how to add to that answer.

"Well, I will send you my bill for my treatment of Kimberly some time."

With that I pulled my rod out of the water and went to join Jenna and the picnic she and Kimberly had created on the porch table, Karen had caught up with me by the time I had reached the end of the jetty and we were still together the whole picnic. I knew now why the impromptu picnic, all three of them simply wanted to say sorry and with as little fuss as possible. I agreed and the company for the next couple of hours was simply great.

From time to time Karen came back to fish; Kimberly was off for the rest of the summer holiday's to her grandparents. It was on these visits her story slowly came out. Her husband was killed in Iraq when Kimberly was five years old. Jenna McDonald was an old school friend and when the idea of the cabins was first thought about, Karen had bought one of the cabins outright so the MacDonald's could use that as capital to get the cabin refurbishments kick started. It wasn't until much later that I realized, the conversation was all one way. 

Karen told me her life yet not once had she asked about mine. Now, I don't profess to be an expert on women. Heck, what man can claim that and not be called a liar soon after? But it just seemed odd that I didn't get one question asked, not even if I was married. Jenna would still drop by with her husband, and drinks would often be served on the porch until the light started to fade. All three of them were genuinely nice folks and I liked them, it was still Karen I had a few nagging doubts about.

Un-answered question that I was too afraid to ask in case it opened a conversation I would rather keep closed. It would soon be time for me to move on. I would miss these folks, but my greatest fear was that I would become attached, I couldn't do that. Mentally, I was still too fragile.

******* I had been dreading this day, hating its approach like an unstoppable train. Traci's birthday was here. I wasn't ready. Neither my will power, nor my state of mind was strong enough. I had fought it with everything I had, but it just wasn't enough. Flashes of our past, images of our time together culminating from that evening. The screech of tires seconds before our car was hurtled across the junction. The windshield shattered as the roof folded in sending sharp shards of glass over both of us, metal pinning us both to what was left of our seats, and of course the blood, so much blood.




Kimberly



It was within those few seconds that my world imploded. I had even resorted to placing my hands over my ears desperately trying to keep her words out of my head, yet knowing full well they were already in there. Pleading with me to find someone else as the sounds of the car roof being cut off so the fire crew could gain access to her reminded us both that soon she would leave me so very alone. I fell to my knees and cried, my throat burned with my screams yet there was to be no peace. 

As one heartbeat followed another, those same words came to me, seconds before the sound of twisted metal being cut away from the car showed the light finally faded in her eyes and she was lost to me. The three things I promised to Traci on our wedding day fought over the ashes of my life. My mind, body, and soul all reached for my broken heart as I finally lay on the cabin floor screaming for forgiveness from the one who heard that lie leave my lips as her life ebbed from her body.

My head hurt, even with my eyes still closed my head hurt so much, even when I opened my eyes all I could see was red. RED? Pulling my head back slightly the hair then came into focus, it was then her perfume filled my nostrils.

"I'm glad your awake, that means I can go for a pee without having to calm you down again." 

A very naked Karen pulled the cover off and dashed into the bathroom, seconds later the sound of running water was heard. She hadn't even closed the bathroom door. Karen was very at ease wandering back from the bathroom to the bed; I on the other hand was kinda spooked at all this. She knelt down in the middle of the bed, placed her hand on my forehead and smiled.

"Well your temperature has gone down so that's a good thing. I'm going to get you something to drink." 

Karen left and all I could do was watch her ass as she disappeared into the day room, I was still watching the door when she came back with two glasses and a jug of iced tea, placed it on the side, and climbed back into bed.

"I hate to state the obvious, but your naked and in my bed. Did I, did we?" Was all I could say.

"No. I would have broken your arm if you had tried."

She handed me a glass of tea and left me to my thoughts and most if not all had me wondering what had happened. Karen seemed to have read my thoughts.

"I have a confession to make and then I will tell you what happened. I will also tell you this right up front. Nothing happened and nothing was going to happen, what I did I decided was the only thing I could think of from stopping you losing your mind."

For the next ten minutes I sipped my tea as Karen simply stared at the wall in front of us and recounted what had happened. The day that I confessed to being a doctor she went home and phoned her late husband's brother, it seemed having a cop in the family comes in real handy, within the week a folder arrived at her cabin. Everything was there, the accident, the court cases, even a transcript of what Traci said to me as the fire crew worked so hard to get her out of the wreckage. 

There were tears in her eyes as she told me. I watched as she wiped them away, chocked back some more, and then continued telling me how one day she woke from a troubled sleep and yet couldn't work out why. She even phoned her late husband's parents to check on Kimberly, she was fine yet that nagging feeling of something bad was either happening or about to happen just kept on and on pounding at her, pulling at her thoughts. 

Something made her read back over the information in the folder again and that's when she noticed the date. The most direct route to my cabin was across the lake so she jumped into Kimberly's boat and gave it full throttle all the way across hoping she was going to make it. Even as she reached the jetty, Karen knew she was too late. She could hear me screaming as she lashed the boat to the jetty.

"I held you as long as you would let me but you were just so restless, I tried everything I could think of but nothing seemed to work. The demons in your head had a hold and simply wouldn't let go. Jenna came by but I told her to go away."

It was only then that she looked directly at me. "I knew what I was going to do next, and although I wasn't comfortable doing it, I didn't need Jenna telling me I was nuts. I already knew that."

We both knew this was the most difficult part of her story, even pausing to sip some tea simply added to the atmosphere that started to oppress the room. 

"At first I pulled you onto the bed and crawled next to you, but you still wouldn't settle, I knew when Andy died that I needed to be held, Kimberly was still too young to understand, my folks took her with them and my sister stayed with me. My sister crawled into bed with me and just held me for three days. I don't think we said more than six words in those three days but she kept me sane."

Karen put her glass down, moved to sit in the middle of the bed and looked directly at me and said. "I pulled your clothes off."

She went even paler than her normal color. "Those scars on your body make you look like a street map of Houston, how you survived that accident is anyone's guess."

Her eyes seemed to take on a faraway look as she remembered that moment, only for her eyes to quickly look at the scars across my chest once again as if to confirm what she had seen days before. 

Karen then shrugged her shoulders and continued. "At first I tried to snuggle in close and hope it was enough."

She looked down at her own nakedness and gave a half smile. "As you can tell that didn't work so I pulled my clothes off and joined you."

"Can I ask why?" 

She shrugged her shoulders and then looked directly at me. "I owed you; if you hadn't been here, Kimberly would have died before we would have found her. Your reluctance to tell me you were a doctor intrigued me and I wanted to find out why you hid that from everyone. As for the rest, I simply can't answer you, not through reluctance it's simply that I don't have an answer."

The burning question in my mind only seemed to come out as. "And we didn't?"

It was Karen's turn to smile and shake her head. "Everything works down there that's for sure, for the last two days you have had that stuck between my ass cheeks and it's never gone down and I've been soaking the bed so much, but no we didn't. I knew you were coming out of it because it slowly went down a few minutes before you woke."

My thoughts were all over the place and I simply didn't know where to start. Karen had placed herself in grave danger and I told her so. 

She simply shook her head and went on to explain how she met Andy at college. He was a jock with a difference. He came to collage on a football scholarship yet had no intention of turning pro. It was the army that got her husband and as soon as they had both finished collage and got their degree's Karen followed him as his wife. It was the army that snapped Karen up. To them they were getting two for the price of one. Over the years Karen became one of the best on the base in her field of Psychology and Andy went on to be an unarmed combat instructor.

"Andy taught me unarmed combat so you really had no chance if you had got amorous in any way."

"You know you could lose your license if this got out."

Karen simply nodded her head, got off the bed and headed for the door. "I'm hungry, what do you want to eat?"

I followed her, still not even sure in my mind if she had made the right decision.

"Why didn't you just phone a doctor?"

As I sat on one of the chairs by the kitchen table Karen thrust a loaf of bread and a knife in my hands and I automatically set about cutting it.

"What would have been the point, don't forget there is a doctor in this cabin and he couldn't help himself, by the time I had explained it all to another doctor what could they have done for you other than stick you full of drugs to keep you from harming yourself and I thought I took care of that rather well don't you think?"

Even I had to admit to myself that she had done a good job. The worry that I could have still harmed her in some way and not even known about it until I had come around still haunted me, but I decided to keep my mouth shut for now.

"Are you going to put some clothes on now that I'm awake?" I asked.

Karen simply shook her head and continued to pour soup into a pan to heat up. Something just didn't feel right and it just kept on bugging me, even when we were done eating, washed up and put everything away we both still remand naked. She kept up a general conversation as though being naked around a guy you had known for all of three months was the most natural thing in the world. After three hours of this I had enough and asked her again to get dressed, for a moment she looked at me, even noticing the insistence I had placed in the tone of my voice.

"Let me show you something, I will be right back."

She got up from the couch and walked back into the bedroom. A couple of minutes later she came out dressed in one of my shirts. I took one look at her standing by the door, one hand on the wall the other on her hip and I was as hard as steel. Karen tried to hide the flush of her cheeks and smile by looking down at the buttons on my shirt and slowly started to undo them. Then she pulled the shirt off and placed it over the back of the couch, I went soft. Even I looked twice at what just happened.

"Two things Bobby, something in your head is no longer wired right, and second. I figure I'm safer around you naked." 

Both angry at my actions and confused by them just as much I went to stand saying. "Fine I'll get some clothes on then."

Karen moved in front of me and I stopped.

"There isn't any need Bobby, I know what you look like naked and have for a couple of days now. What's the point of getting clothes on?"

In a moment of anger I blew up in her face.

"That's not the goddamn point Karen and you know it. This whole situation is just too damn weird and I have enough going on in my head right now than trying to deal with this as well."

I didn't even see her hand move. The sound of the slap registered a split second before the burning sensation of my cheek. Just as quickly Karen moved in to hold me tight to her. Her head rested snuggly into my neck. Even though my mind seemed to go into replay over what just happened, I never saw her hand move. She moved into me and our bodies touched, even her arms when they wrapped themselves around me and her head just seemed to fit so nicely. Her breath warming my neck as she patiently stood holding me, waiting.

"I'm going to let you go now and step back. I'm even going to offer you my hand and I may even suggest you take it. We have a lot to do Bobby, but the speed it gets done is going to be down to you not going into angry mode. It simply has no purpose here." 

Slowly she moved her arms and then took a step back. I was finding it increasingly difficult to understand what was going on and even what to do about it. Karen watched me for a second and then held out her hand, mine followed a second later and the smile that lit her face seemed to warm the whole room.

"That hurt." I said rubbing my cheek with my free hand. 

"No Bobby, breaking your arm hurts. Slapping you just got your attention back to me where it belongs and out of angry mode where is doesn't belong."

Even as she walked me towards the couch I simply had to ask. "Is this heading towards some sort of S&M thing?"

Her laugh was cute. I had never heard her laugh before. She looked at me and back to the couch laughing and shaking her head. Even as she sat down she was still having giggle fits. Karen waited until I was sat and comfortable before her hand left mine and she got herself comfortable.

"Bobby this is your choice. Say yes to me and I will help you with everything I can. Say no and I will get dressed and leave you alone. Traci is dead, Bobby. What makes it worse is that you watched her die. Either way it still leaves you to pick up the pieces of your life which as we both know is what she wanted you to do.

"If you want me to help Bobby you have got to meet me half way on this. I'm a woman, I'm not strong enough to carry you so make your choice, oh and by the way I want an answer now. You don't get to stew on this one."

I have never seen a person's eyes look as intense as I did right then. Karen seemed to brace herself for either answer I was going to give her and to be honest I simply didn't have an answer. 

That was the whole purpose of being here, to find those answers. To heal as best I could and get my life back on track again. I hadn't given myself a time frame and perhaps that was my own fault. The longer I took, the longer I was putting off the inevitable. Nodding my head wasn't enough for her.

"Yes Karen I would like your help please. Just cool it with the pain thing ok."

"Aww shucks Bobby, already your proving no fun at all."

Her smile told me lots more than anything she could say. She then got up and looked out the window. Her face dropped when she looked up so I knew the weather wasn't looking too good.

"Ok this weather isn't going to break today so we are taking this to the bedroom."

I followed, not even sure what I was supposed to do when I got there. Karen pointed to the edge of the bed, and I sat and waited. She took a couple of paces back, gave me a twirl and stopped to look at me once again.

"What do you see Bobby?"

"My neighbor Karen. Naked, in my bedroom, standing in front of me."

Her shoulder slumped slightly and although something crossed her eyes it was too quick for me to see what it was. So I thought it best to start again. This time I looked at her closely as I would when I visually diagnosed a patient. Part of my mental thinking started to detach as I analyzed a naked Karen now standing with her hands on her hips in front of me, waiting for me to say something.

"You have nice feet and you look after them you don't put polish on your nails. You have cute ankles and strong calves, you like to walk, and the muscles in your thighs just confirm that. You are a natural red head, your pubic hair confirms that, your hips are in perfect proportion to your frame and childbirth has been kind to you with your lack of stretch marks. You have a flat stomach and some muscle tone so I would say you have done long distance runs recently."

The redness of her cheeks started to move down her neck. Karen kept her face neutral as I continued to tell her what was in front of me.

"Although I couldn't be positive I think you are a C-cup, they are shaped well and age and gravity won't change that. You have thick areolas that suggest your nipples will extend even more than they do at the moment. Freckles adorn the top half of your chest. Your broad shoulders mean you like weights but not enough to do more than keep fit, the muscles in your arms attest to that. You have soft hands which seemed to contrast with all of the above so my guess is you spend a lot on hand cream to keep them that way."

Karen was now bright red. Her cheeks, neck and the top half of her chest slowly changing to a deeper red as I talked of what was in front of me and the manner I did so. She still refused to say anything, even when she turned and kept her back to me.

"I would put you at my height so you would be five foot seven. As I said you are a natural red head, you get it cut on a regular basis. The muscle tone around your shoulder blades confirms what I said about your weight lifting. The tattoo of an angel over the right shoulder blade means you have a high pain threshold. A nice small waist coupled with a tight ass means you like to keep in shape, watch your weight and what you eat."

It took a moment for Karen to turn again, I'm not sure if she thought I had finished. When the silence between us started to become oppressive she said.

"I would have settled for, nice body and tight buns, plus you missed the mole on my inner thigh. But your assessment of me is correct in every way. See, you do notice women you just struggle to express what and how you feel and that's the part of you we are going to change." 

I could only assume the eye test of Karen's body was over because she climbed onto the bed and hugged me before she made herself comfortable on one end of the bed as I did the same the other side. Her style of conversation seemed to change as well. Although light and up beat she set about pulling my life history out of me, yet so subtly that I didn't even notice until I was explaining my first date with Traci. Our talks even continued back in the kitchen as we made supper.

As the build up to the end of the evening was coming I was already mentally dreading what was coming next. Karen noticed and asked me what was wrong. Perhaps I should have kept my mouth shut just this once, but I told her anyway. Her smile disguised something that seemed to be in her thoughts, already I was regretting this. But I had asked Karen to help me, I had come to realize I couldn't do this on my own anymore, all I was doing was treading water waiting for the next major event in my life.

The date of the accident perhaps, if I was a wreck for Traci's birthday what would I have been like when that date started to get closer. We both knew me doing nothing but idly fishing and ignoring the world simply got me nowhere. I had made the choice; I needed to see this through.

"I shower before bed."

Karen nodded, stood and held out her hand before saying. "I get to scrub your back if you get to scrub mine."

Taking a deep breath I looked at her hand before saying. "I've only ever shared a shower or even bathed with Traci, I'm not sure I can do this."

She lowered her hand and sat back down again, Karen remained silent for a few minutes. She simply watched me her green eyes had that way of never seeming to blink.

"Bobby I'm only going to have this conversation with you this once. For a start it's not my job to feel sorry for you, you're doing a damn good job of that on your own. My job is to help you pull your head out of your ass and show you there is life after Traci."

I went to say something. Karen's hand came up to stop me.

"Yes I know that sounds cold and I will admit to feeling slightly sorry I said it. But there is life after Traci. She knew it just as she knew she was dying. She tried to tell you so much Bobby she simply didn't have enough time to do it all."

Her eyes seemed to soften. The memories still seemed to be fresh in her mind when I noticed the tears well up in her eyes as she said. "I'm here to blow on the embers of your life, Bobby. I decided it was my job to bring you back when I came through your door and found you in the middle of the room screaming for Traci to forgive you."

I never even noticed her hand in mine until she gently squeezed it. Telling Karen that Traci would have liked her was simply met with Karen telling me that Andy would have liked me as well, but both are dead now so it was left to her to sort me out and follow what Traci originally wanted me to do.

"Bobby I'm going to keep at you, we're adults, we don't live in a classroom we live in the real world so all your lessons are going to be aimed at you in such a way that they are all life's experiences. I don't have time to explain everything as we do them. Just trust me as I throw them at you, deal with them or ask me to help, that's fine. Just don't wimp out on me; you're a better man than that." 

"I know you're right Karen, but that won't stop me from messing up from time to time. I will ask you to help if I think things are becoming overwhelming. But you have to admit two people who have only known each other for three months spending twenty four seven naked as the day they were born in a cabin together is something that needs thinking about."




Kimberly



Karen smiled and shook her head.

"No it doesn't Bobby. You're the body doctor and I'm the head doctor that means in this situation I get to call the shots, you get your own back when I'm ill."

At that Karen stood. I suppose to her this conversation was now over. She held out a hand and slowly I took it and stood to follow her into the bathroom. I could feel my cheeks burn as I watched Karen tie her hair back, lean into the shower and turn the water on. She tested it a couple of times to check how hot it was before she finally looked at me.

"We are going to do this Bobby, even though I can see you're nervous about it. The only choice you have is going to be, do you wash me first or do I wash you?"

My throat held my voice within it, refusing to let me answer her question. The tears that welled up in my eyes blurred the vision in front of me as I tried so hard to focus on her. I needed to breathe, yet pulling oxygen into my lungs didn't stifle the panic I had. Karen walked up to me and held my head in her hands, smiled, and repeated my options once again. It still took me a moment to get my voice to be heard when I said that I would like to wash her first.

Karen flushed a little then nodded and walked into the shower, I grabbed a sponge and Karen pulled it out of my hands and tossed it out of the shower, even more confused. 

"Why did you just do that?" I asked.

"Bobby, a sponge shows detachment from the person you're going to wash, in this case, me. Hands only Bobby so suck it up and get started." 

I was trapped. Oh, I could have said no but what would that have achieved other than a few days reprieve and Karen reminding me that I had agreed to this and she was, after all, the head doctor in all this. I had, agreed to her proposal. It will no doubt rank up there as the most bizarre agreement I've ever made, sharing a cabin with a naked woman as though it's a totally natural thing to do. She noticed me stall, the half smile and the determination in her eyes simply backed up by her reaching for the bottle of shower gel and handing it to me.

Taking a deep breath and deciding it was one of those now or never moments, I took her by the shoulders and turned her around. I could hear and feel her giggle, even shake her head as she allowed me to turn her. That was the first time I had knowingly touched Karen, the jolt to my loins didn't go unnoticed either. Even I realized that by starting with her back I was simply staving off the inevitable.

At first Karen stood still watching the tiles. She seemed to jump slightly when I touched her even though she knew I would, which I thought was rather odd. I think it was the lack of tan lines I noticed about her first, just before my soapy hands covered her shoulders. She moved her arms further apart allowing me better access to her. The angel tattoo held my attention for a moment; it was very intricate work and someone had spent some hours on it. It was the small of her back that got soaped next and that was when my hands started to shake.

Doing my best to pause I pulled the shower head off its stand and washed the used soap from her shoulders and back, as I did, Karen put her hands out and rested them on the tiles. Her ass came out to meet me and I felt another jolt to my loins. I hadn't anticipated her moving her ass and it touched my dick before I took a step back. The blood that flowed into it made me think that perhaps what Karen was doing to me was actually working. I wasn't even in the ball park of hard but I wasn't going around flaccid either. 

"Bobby while I'm more than happy to join in I do have to say there is something of a time limit on this, I get out when this water goes cold."

Looking up to see her smiling as she said that defused the situation again. I had Karen's ass to do and what an ass it was. Yes I had noticed it throughout the day as she bent down to put things away but up until now, I had actually got used to her nakedness and I sure didn't figure I would admit to that in my lifetime, but it was true. For most of the afternoon I had been having conversations with Karen, not staring at her ass or tits.

Soaping my hands once again I placed both onto her bubble shaped butt. Her head rose and a sigh escaped her lips. "Well you took your time but you finally got there, was placing your hands on my ass that hard to do, Bobby?"

She didn't see me nod my head and for that I was eternally grateful. At first I kept to the outside of her ass, my face burned with embarrassment at doing this. Karen was an incredibly hot lady and I had her naked, in my shower and my hands on her ass. Only in wet dreams do people like me do this to women like her. My loins gave a jolt again, reminding me why we were doing this. Finally satisfied I took my hands away and instinctively patted her ass, regretting it as soon as I had done it. 

Karen seemed to take it a different way and her right leg took half a step sideway, her legs now further apart. 

"Oh fuck."

"That's right Bobby, you're not done yet."

I looked up, she had been watching me the whole time her hand wiped the mirror tile one more time, allowing me to see her totally dilated eyes just before the steam of the shower misted it up once again. I was so busted and in a shower there really is nowhere to hide. Taking a deep breath I soaped up once again, one hand held an ass cheek the other traveled down the crack of her ass. Her whole body must have lifted off the shower floor a good inch when my fingers ran over her hole, her cheeks clenched then relaxed, her ass moved towards me before Karen stopped it.

Karen was having her own difficulty breathing now. A slow moan was soon strangled in her throat as she bit her bottom lip to prevent it leaving her body. My fingers pulled back over her hole and again her body went rigid.

"I see you have found the fun bits, are you going to wash me or go exploring?"

This was a test, it had to be. There is no way she could be this open about her body and willing to let me play with her. Grabbing the shower head once again to wash away the soap I then concentrated on her legs, hoping she didn't notice I hadn't answered her question. Squatting to do her legs soon made me forget the dilemma about her question, I have never been a leg man but, oh boy. 

This lady had legs that any model would kill for, even with all the exercise she did they kept a perfect shape and the muscle tone on both simply complimented them remarkably well. I took longer washing the soap off this time, blind panic over what came next I think. Karen simply stayed in that position waiting for me to ask her to move, I took a deep breath and asked her to turn around, and I sounded like Mickey Mouse. I coughed, sucked in air and tried again. This time my voice sounded like mine, well as close as it could sound like mine.

Karen didn't say a word, just did as I asked. I was still squatting from washing her legs, I couldn't see the point in standing just yet. Well I could, at least, down here she couldn't see my burning cheeks. Again her legs parted to as an exact position as they were when she had her back to me. Taking a deep breath and thinking to myself 'here goes.' I washed the front of her legs and then looked directly at her pussy, even quickly covering her pubic hair with soap didn't stop the image of her pussy being burned into my mind.

Her pubic hair was trimmed but not cut into any of the fashions of today. No landing strip, or heart shape on her pubic bone, the carpet matched the drapes in every way. I washed between her legs keeping my hands as far away from her pussy lips as I could, but that didn't stop me touching them from time to time. Plucking up as much courage as I could, I placed shower gel onto the palm of my and hand rubbed it into soap. Karen had anticipated what was coming next; she placed her hands onto my shoulders. I still wasn't brave enough to look at her.

My hand went between her legs and soaped her pussy lips, her stomach tightened and her fingers dug into my shoulders. Her legs buckled slightly, I'm not sure if that was instinct or to allow for my hand. She was intensely warm down there. Her pussy lips seemed engorged but it was difficult to be sure with the amount of soap now there. I rubbed taking care not to let my fingers enter her, on a couple of occasions my fingers did touch her hole again, the hiss that followed above me telling me that Karen was indeed getting into this.

Washing away the soap with the shower head caused her to again dig her fingers into me and although I couldn't be sure, with my own heartbeat pounding in my ears, I could have sworn I heard her moan. By now I had stood, Karen's hands still on my shoulders. I still wasn't brave enough to look her in the eyes, deciding instead to concentrate on her stomach and rib cage before the next nightmare started. It was the first time I had noticed, her button peaked out, almost flush to the outer rim of her navel and I stopped to look at it.

Karen giggled before saying. "You find the oddest things to look at on a body don't you, Bobby?"

Feeling safe just nodding my head, I then washed the soap off and took a deep breath, this was the point of no return and almost the end of this journey of discovery about Karen's body. It's one thing talking to a naked Karen it's something else having your hands on a naked Karen. The heat in my cheeks had subsided slightly. Although they still felt warm, it was now that I felt brave enough to look directly at her. Her smile held me for a moment before I looked into her eyes, and I felt my heart beat even faster, my cock took this moment to jolt once again. 

We both looked down and I was semi-erect.

"What's turning you on Bobby, that you are washing me or the fact that you're enjoying yourself doing it?"

"You're telling me you're not enjoying this as well?"

Karen's smile got even wider if that was at all possible, she shook her head slightly, her eyes seemed to bore deep into me. I could feel her interlock her fingers around the back of my neck, for such a long time she simply stared at me before saying.

"You're not done yet Bobby, remember that."

With that her hands moved away from my neck and back to her sides. I gulped and soaped my hands one last time. At first I did the valley between her tits. As my hand came away, her tits came together again with a cute little bounce that seemed to radiate up her chest making the freckles across her chest dance. Holding one of her breasts in my hand I washed it. Her nipple instantly became hard and pushed into my palm. With the soap now covering her freckles I changed hands and breasts, her nipple became hard and now matched the first as the soap covered it.

The shower head washed away all that was left of the soap before I breathed a sigh of relief that I hadn't totally embarrassed myself in front of Karen. Her arms once again went around me and her tits now crushed against my own chest. Her nipples embedded themselves into me as her head came close to me, kissed me on the cheek and Karen then took a step back.

"Now, that wasn't difficult was it?"

I had to suppress a laugh, who was she trying to kid I asked myself. It was also then the shower went cold as the hot water ran out. I'm not sure if I was relieved or frustrated when Karen got out of the shower, leaving me to my cold shower and to watch my dick shrivel with the cold.

******* By the time I had a quick wash and pulled the glass open, Karen stood there waiting with a towel, her own body wrapped in my robe. She insisted on drying me and wouldn't move from in front of me until she deemed me suitably dry. Once satisfied, she pulled her robe off and placed it back onto the hook behind the door. 

Walking back into the bedroom Karen told me that since I had taken so long and the hot water ran out, she only thought it fair to wash me first in the morning. I suppose I should have expected it, but it still came as a shock when she said it. 

Karen got into bed as naturally as she had done for the last few days, tonight however, I was awake and incredibly nervous. When she noticed and asked me what was wrong and I told her. She simply smiled and pulled the cover back to allow me in.

"We have slept together for the last four days Bobby, that's not going to stop now simply because you now know we are doing it."

Slowly I climbed into bed and Karen snuggled in close to me. I was at a loss as to where to put my arm until a very annoyed Karen grabbed it laid my arm across her waist and again pulled the cover over us.

"Nothing has changed Bobby, that's where you put your arm when you had your demons in your head and that's where you put it now, ok?"

Mumbling an agreement seemed to appease her and a few minutes later the sound of her sleeping sent me to sleep as well.

End of Chapter One...



Kimberly and a Neighbor



The Kimberly series started to be about one of the women that my character Willis meets in his accounting department. As happens with some of my characters, they begin to lead their own lives and Kimberly became an incredibly erotic woman and developed a full life story. "Kimberly and the Neighbor" and the follow-on "Kimberly and her Son" and both are actually a prequel to the original story "Kimberly and her Boss."

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Kimberly had been a discreetly wild woman right out of high school. After a few very wild relationships, she settled on the Ronald, the one man that seemed as wild about sex as she was. Their passion for each other had produced three children in quick succession, which had reduced their opportunity for the wild and uninhibited life that had produced the kids.

As Ronald had progressed in his career, he had to travel more than either liked, and their sexual needs drove them both to be unfaithful. The revelation almost destroyed their marriage until they both realized that, in their own minds, that extramarital sex had nothing to do with their feelings for each other. The love was still there between them but the needs still needed to be satisfied. The kids, still in single digits, knew nothing about what had gone on.

They worked through the problems and agreed to limit action outside their marriage. They had done group sex parties for a while but when the first of the children started to hit mid-teens, they had to withdraw from that scene to prevent suspicions. The last few years had not been bad to Kimberly as Robert had managed to stay close to home for quite a while. But the last few months had been absolutely terrible: Robert was a failure analysis engineer and there had been a number of major accidents recently that had kept him working long hours or on the road quite a bit. When he was home, the sex was very good, but when he was gone, the dry spells drove her crazy.

Now here she was in front of her mirror, wondering when she was going to feel a real penis in her again. She was in her monthly cycle where she was most horny, and Robert was going to be gone at least another week and a half. She examined herself critically in the mirror; her wavy blond hair was long enough to reach the small of her back, and glistened in sunlight like a halo. Up close, she could see that some of the hairs were silver-grey, but from three feet or more it gave her hair a platinum blond look.

She looked at the green/grey eyes staring back at her. There were definite winkles at the corners of her eyes and mouth, signs that she was now on the road to 50 years old. Her thin lips needed color as well, but it was not her pleasant face that men noticed first.

Her breasts were only 34Bs, but they still held the same shape they had when she first married. She had been fanatical about wearing bras, especially when they had swollen to 36D while she was nursing. Now her breasts stood proud without a bra, centered in pale triangle of flesh that shown the outline of the string bikini top she wore when sunning or out on the boat.

Lower down, her waist narrowed almost to what it had been out of high school, although her hips were now fleshy and curvaceous. It was her hips and long lean legs that men noticed. As she looked over her shoulder in the mirror, the bikini line on her ass was not as well defined. She frequently pulled the french-cut bikini bottom up and into her ass crack like a thong so as to blur the tan line. Her ass was still firm and high, a result of vigorous lower body workouts three or more times a week.

Examining her body made her think of how much she missed Robert's hands on it. Last night they had a phone call that had deteriorated into mutual masturbation, leaving her wanting more than her frequently used toys. She loved Robert, and more than that, lusted after him. But there was a need that was not being filled. She glanced at the clock and sighed; there was no time to play with herself as she had to run to the store and get some food to feed her son Kyle before he left for the high school basketball game. Feeling risqué, she put on her very satin & lace bra and matching white thong. Covered with a loose white blouse and tight jeans, she knew she would turn eyes at the store, and she raced off.

Racing down the aisle, she nearly slammed her cart into one of her neighbors. Steve was a Coast Guard chief that lived down the street with his wife, also in the Coast Guard, and their two teenaged kids. He was over six foot, lean and tan with sun bleached blond hair on his arms, but a shiny, shaved head.

"Excuse me, Steve!" Kimberly said. "I was in such a hurry I nearly knocked you over." 

"Kimberly!" Steve smiled back with his big and warm smile. "It is always a pleasure to see you." His eyes scanned her down and back up. It was always a pleasure to see Kimberly, especially when his wife was not around. She was lean and sexy, and always was great eye candy.

"So how are you?" She asked him, noticing how his eyes were scanning her. "How are Susan and the kids?"

"Susan is in the middle of a two month deployment," he told her. "The kids are doing ok but they miss her. I stopped off on the way home to get some dinner for them. Fortunately, they are pretty self-sufficient except for dinner. Once dinner is done, I can disappear and they get along just fine; they even go to bed without being told."

"I'm in the same boat," Kimberly agreed. "Robert has been gone a month and Kyle just appears for meals and then disappears again. Tonight he is off the high school basketball game and won't be home until after ten. In a house that used to hold five people, it seems awfully empty with just me."

"Sounds like you need some adult company too," he said, his eyes flashing a look at her. It was a soft play that could be graciously accepted or rejected without problem. Even if she did accept his offering, he was not sure if it would be friendly or more.

"That actually sounds great!" She said with a big smile. "I would love a couple hours of adult company." She laid her hand on his arm and squeezed. "Why don't you come by around 7:30? The ball game starts then so Kyle should be gone."

"I would enjoy that." Steve smiled down at her. "I'll be there."

"I'll see you then," she answered. "Got to get going!" and she raced down the aisle. Steve stood there a moment and eyed her ass as she continued down the row behind her cart. Kimberly could sense his eyes on her and gave it a little extra wiggle before she turn toward the register.

She raced home and made a quick dinner for Kyle. As they ate in their usual minimal-conversation dinner, her mind kept going back to how Steve's blue eyes looked at her body. To be desired by a big man like him made her wonder what he could do to her. By the time diner was over, she was imagining his big, tan hands on her body and could feel her pussy getting warm and moist. She was very distracted and did not even notice Kyle eyeing her.

Kyle noticed she was more distracted than usual. He pretended not to notice, but when she reached back to the counter to grab her drink, her blouse stretched tight and the lace of her bra was clearly visible. Even more shocking, her nipples were very hard and showed through the fabric. He tried to be cool but when she cleared the table, she leaned over and he saw most of two full breasts inside her loose blouse, the nipples just barely hidden in the lace of her bra.

Kyle knew his mother was the sexiest woman around, as many of his horny friends at school had told him. He secretly lusted after her, and her tiny bathing suits made him prefer baggy swim shorts than a real suit so she would not see the boners she was always giving him. This breasts display was too much for him and he excused himself to get ready for the game. He wanted to jerk-off thinking about what he had just seen, but though better of it. His girlfriend would be there tonight and maybe they could go to his car during the game and get it on.

As soon as Kyle was out the door, Kimberly rushed to her room. She thought about changing into something sexy, but that would be too much. Instead, she put on some high-heel sandals to lift and extend her already long legs. She brushed out her hair and touched-up her make-up, then came downstairs and turned out most of the lights. As she turned towards the door the doorbell rang.

Steve was almost in a state of shock when Kimberly open the door and ushered him in. Although she seemed to be dressed the same, it seemed like she was twice as sexy as she appeared in the store. Her blouse was unbuttoned to expose her cleavage, with a shiny gold dragonfly necklace dangling between the curves of her tits. He struggled to keep his eyes from glancing down her shirt at the soft breast barely hidden inside. This was especially difficult when he noticed the two peaks of her knobby nipples tenting the thin white fabric of her blouse. 

"So, Steve, could I get you something to drink?" She said softly. "I was going to have another glass of wine."

"Uh, wine would be ok," he mumbled. She swiveled on her heels and walked into the kitchen. In just a moment she returned with a bottle and two glasses. She led him into the den that looked out over the water behind the house. He sat on the sofa she indicated and she poured two glasses of wine, then sat facing him on the sofa, on leg curled up under her. This opened her crotch to him, even though her pants were still on. 

"Cheers," she said, extending her glass.

"Cheers," he repeated, tapping his glass against hers. He took a couple of sips. They talked for a little while about the kids but the conversation shifted to how empty they each felt when alone. Steve felt a little like they were talking on two levels, and he was the one being seduced. 

"The worst part," Kimberly continued. "It how empty I feel. A woman has needs too."

"What kind of needs?" Steve asked. She gave a mischievous smile as she reach down to the buttons of her blouse and slowly opened it to expose her pert breasts wrapped in a silky bra. He reached out a hand and gently touched her pointy nipple through the bra. He noticed the white plastic clip in the center and, with two fingers, unclipped it to expose her small tits.

"Oh...they're gorgeous," Steve gasped, staring down at the quivering mounds dangling down from her chest. They were the perfect example of what a young woman's breasts should look like before being swollen by childbirth. Small, teardrop shaped globes of smooth, pink flesh surrounded by triangular tan lines and faint blue veins showing. There were each tipped with two round cups of darker skin with two swollen nipples pointing straight out. Indeed they were any man's dream of perfect young woman's breasts. The fact they were on a sexy forty-something woman made them incredible 

As Steve shamelessly ogled the wondrous treasures, Kimberly shrugged her shoulders to let her blouse and bra drop behind her. The two firm mounds jiggled lightly in response to her movement. 

"You still think they're gorgeous?" she giggled, cupping one of the beautiful mounds of flesh in the palm of her.

"God, yes," he groaned as he leaned in towards her.

"Show me," she ordered. He pursed his lips around the rubbery nipple and she gave her breast a gentle squeeze like she was nursing. He caressed the offered breast with his mouth, sucking and licking her soft flesh. She moaned when he switched to the other breast, taking this one in his own hand. She leaned forward, moving her nipple farther into his mouth. 

"Yes, please," she whispered as she pressed her soft flesh against his lips. Steve's cock was a growing problem within his pants and he reached down to adjust it and give it more room for expansion. As he refocused his attention on her nipple, Steve felt her legs spread even further apart, her pelvis tilting up. Aware that she was experiencing the same desires, reached out and gently pressed his hand to apply soft pressure to her groin. She pressed back, translating her need to him. To his delight, Kimberly's hand moved from the back of the couch down to his crotch.

Although reluctant to move away from her beautiful breast, Steve was sure it was time to move on. He let the stiff nipple slip out of his lips and moved his face up to her level. Slipping his hand around behind the back of her head, he pulled her to his face. As their lips touched, Kimberly quickly forced her tongue deep into his mouth. With open mouths they franticly kissed while their tongues fought with each other. 

As he reached down to find the button on the waistband of her jeans, she broke the kiss and pushed him back. He stopped in shock...had he gone too far?

"We need to take this to another room," she panted. She quickly rose and pulled him up before she rushed down the hall, her blouse and bra forgotten. Once inside her bedroom, she shut the door and pressed her lips against his. His fingers reached down and worked at the button on her jeans as she pulled at buttons on his shirt. 

When he was able to get the button through its buttonhole, Steve found the little tab of her zipper and ran it down the front of her pants. With her mouth still locked to his, he was unable to look down but blindly slipped his fingers into her panties. He pressed downwards until his fingers found a tangle of soft curls. They seemed softer and finer than any pubic patch he had ever felt before and he caressed them for a while before searching lower for the soft folds of her womanhood. His fingers first touched the hardness of her swollen clit, then the soft folds of flesh that were the entrance to her chamber of wonders. She was so hot and wet that when he parted her lips, juice dripped onto her underwear.

As his finger pushed into her pussy, her fingers found the snap that held his shorts closed and with a sudden tug, his shorts were open and falling to the floor. Kimberly slipped her fingers into the elastic waistband of his underwear and found the swollen shaft she was seeking. She broke the kiss and rested her head against his chest. As she caught her breath, her fingers explored cock, measuring its size and length from the mushroom cockhead down the length of the shaft to its flared base. 

"Nice," she huffed, giving the cock in her hand a squeeze. Then she looked up at him.

"Take me to bed," she hissed as she pulled at his underwear, trying to pull it down. "I need this."

He reached down and pushed his shorts down his legs and stepped out of them and his sandals. Her pants were not as easy to slide off, as they held her legs tightly, but the worked together until she was free of them.

She stood back near the bed totally naked, showing him that she was indeed a very beautiful woman. Her long, flowing blond hair hung down her long back, while her fantastic breasts hung freely out from her chest. There was a very slight roundness to the bottom of her belly from birthing three children, but that seemed to add to her eroticism. Her legs were just about the long and perfectly tapered, with not a hint of collagen. 

"Very nice . . ." he murmured. 

"Glad you like it," she smiled at him. She sat on the edge of the bed and reclined back, resting her weight on her elbows as she watched him slowly kneel down and move between her long legs. Placing his hands on the soft skin of her inner thighs, he gently spread her legs wider apart so he could see the pink slot below her beautiful pubic hair. 

Her whole pussy was glistening wetly in the light from her bathroom as he reached up and gently ran his fingers through her soft hair and then down over her swollen labia.

"Mmmmmmm . . ." she moaned as felt the finger slip through the wet opening of her vagina. A second finger moved inside and began to explore the hot, spongy crevice searching for her G-spot. When his fingers found it she jumped and a soft moan escaped from her lips and Kimberly closed her eyes and eased back down onto the bed. 

"That feels...so... good," she whispered, spreading her legs even further apart. Steve was enraptured by her beauty...and her scent. He could smell her enticing aroma as he moved closer. He I kept his fingers inside her working back and forth across her G-spot while he leaned over her and ran the tip of his tongue across her little pleasure button. 

"Yes...lick my...clit," she said a bit louder. Her hand moved down to the back of his head and gently pulled him closer. He moved his tongue back forth across her clit like she asked, her soft pubic hairs tickling his nose. She wiggled her ass and thrust her hips up against his face as he ravaged her clit with his mouth and her pussy with his fingers. The aroma of her hot and juicy pussy was going to his head and he want to get his cock her. But as a considerate lover, he wanted to give her the first climax of their coupling. 

"I'm going to...oh...oh...nownownow!" she yelled as the muscles in her thighs tightening around his head. Then her ass began to thrash up and down as her hands reached out to either side and grabbed fistfuls of bedspread. Steve continued to ride her clit with his mouth until her whole body began to tremble as she was consumed by the orgasm bursting forth from her womb. Her hand reached down and pushed him away and she closed her legs and rolled to her side. She made soft, strangling sounds and her whole body quivered as she came in waves. Her climax seemed to last a torturous forever as she lay on the bed shivering and gasping for breath. 

Kyle's view:

The visiting team had not shown up and forfeited the game, so here Kyle was coming home at eight o'clock. His girlfriend's mother had never left so he spent no time with her at all. It was his intention to go to his room and pull up some good porn on his computer. He had a taste for mature blonds and redheads with long hair; they reminded him of his mother. Kyle pulled up to the house and noticed the extra truck in the driveway. 

He was curious as to who was here, especially since most of the lights were out. He opened the door and was about to swing it closed when he heard his mother scream out.

"I'm going to...oh...oh...nownownow!" His mother was having an orgasm! His mother was having sex with someone and his dad was away! 

There was a moment of anger that she was betraying his father, but then he remembered his thoughts about his own mother earlier. Not only did that make him feel guilty, it made him curious. He quietly closed the door and took his shoes off.

The house was laid out so that master suite was at the opposite end of the house from the kids' rooms and he headed towards his mom's room. As he walked past the den, he saw a wine bottle and glasses on the table, then a bra and blouse on the sofa. Now very curious, he snuck down the hall. He could see that the door to her room was partly open, but the light came from where her bathroom was. There were clothes on the floor at the foot of the bed. Cautiously he moved forward until he could see his mother laid out on the bed, his neighbor from down the street standing naked at the end of the bed.

"God, I needed that," he heard his mother say as she spread her legs open again. "I needed that so bad. But what about you?" she asked, her eyes on his cock as it hung down hard and heavily. Kyle watched as his mother spread her legs enticingly for her lover. For the first time in his life he had a view of his mother's pussy. It was red and swollen and dripping with juice. He wondered if it always looked like that.

"Before you do..." Beverly said as she rolled to her side. Reaching into a drawer on her night stand, she tossed something to Steve. Steve torn the foil package open and unrolled a condom onto his cock without comment. By the time he had finished, Beverly was again laying herself out in front of him, opening inviting him to enter her wet cunt. 




Kimberly and a Neighbor



The guy moved up onto the bed blocking Kyle's view. He moved over her on his hands, then dipped his hips and leaned forward so the head of his penis slipped down into the wet, slippery opening of her vagina. The man eased forward and sunk his cock deeper and deeper into his mother's hot hole. It amazed Kyle that he did not stop until the curly hairs around the base of his cock were intertwined with the blond curls above her hot pussy. He had watched enough videos to know a woman has to be very excited or very stretched for man to enter that smoothly on the first entrance.

"Give it to me," his mother whimpered to the man above her. 

He responded by slowly fucking her with deep, penetrating strokes. Kyle's own cock was hard as he watched her perky breasts wiggling back and forth in rhythm with their fucking. His mother had her arms spread out to her sides and was clawing at the bedspread as she thrust herself back up to meet steady pounding into her pussy. Her long, blond hair was spread out around her head like a fan and her eyes were clenched tightly closed.

Her face was creased in concentration and her mouth was set in a frown. As she humped herself back onto the penis above her, Kyle could see sweat starting to form on his mother's smooth skin. The man above her must have seen it too, for he leaned down and licked her neck. That must have done something mighty to her because she started moaning loudly and swinging her head from side to side. 

Kyle opened his pants and pulled out his hard dick. He could tell that his mom was very close to another orgasm, and he wanted to enjoy it too. The man leaned forward nibbled up her long neck as he pounded her even harder. 

With a guttural cry, Kimberly lost control and her body began to strain up against her lover as a second wave of sexual release washed over her, causing her to quiver and tremble again. Arching her back, she forced Steve's cock deep into her convulsing vagina where her muscles could squeeze and pump his cock dry. 

Kyle had never seen a woman orgasm the way his mother did. It was beautiful and lovely and sexy and slutty all at the same time. He furiously jacked himself just as the man on top of his mother clenched his butt and obviously unloaded his sperm into her. Kyle's cock squirted semen onto the hallway carpet. He couldn't remember ever coming so hard, not even the first time with his girlfriend.

Kyle watched the lovers collapse on the bed exhausted. He quietly backed away and slipped back down the hall. He stuffed his cock back in his pants and, grabbing his shoes, slipped out the front door. He drove down the street and waited for Steve to leave.

Kimberly's view:

She had pushed Steve up and out of the house and quickly cleaned herself up. She could not hide the freshly fucked glow that she had but she could at least give her son Kyle nothing to be suspicious of. She had just finished cleaning herself up and fixing her hair when she heard him come in the front door. She quickly grabbed a t-shirt and threw it on, then came down the hall. She found him in the kitchen.

"So how was the game?" she asked as she made her way into the den. Her blouse and bra were laying on the sofa! She hoped he had not seen them and quickly grabbed them up. She put them, the wine bottle, and the glasses inside a wall cabinet.

"The other team didn't show," Kyle answered her like nothing was wrong. He grabbed a soda out of the fridge and popped it open. "The game was a forfeit." Kimberly heard this and had the momentary panic of a near miss. What if he had come straight home? That would not have been good.

"So where have you been?" she probed gently. "You could have been home a while ago."

"I hung out with a few of the guys at the video place," he lied. He looked up as she came into the room. She looked great after just having her brains fucked out! There was a confident air about her and a sparkle in her eyes. Maybe it was just that thing called pheromones. Of course, the fact she was not wearing a bra quickly made itself evident as well. His mom had to be the hottest woman on the planet! He felt his cock stir in his pants all over again. He said goodnight and headed up to his room to solve the growing problem.

Kimberly wondered if he suspected anything, but saw no signs of it. She went back to the den and properly put the wine and glasses up. Turning out the lights as she went, she made her way back to her room. As she went down the hall, she saw a dark spot on the carpet. Leaning down to touch it, she found it was wet...and slimy. She rubbed it between her fingers and brought it up to her nose. Cum? Had Kyle come home and watched? Had he wacked off outside her room? She wasn't sure and, more importantly, she had no idea what to do about it.

Later in the week.

The first two day after he saw his mom having sex with the neighbor, Kyle had watched her to see if she would behave any different. Since he never confronted her about it, she seemed to relax and be normal. But Kyle could not get the image of her face during orgasm out of his mind. It was so hot!

It was Kyle's job to cut the grass and this week he cut it on Friday afternoon to leave his Saturday free. His mom came home just as he was starting and waved to him as she went inside. It took over an hour to finish and put away the tractor. 

Kyle stepped into the house and closed the door. As he walked into the kitchen to get a drink he heard a moan from down the hall that stopped him in his tracks. He knew that there was no one in the house but his mom. It was obvious that she still had pretty strong sexual needs, so maybe she was satisfying them herself. 

Another moan, louder this time, came from her room at the end of the hall. Kyle felt his cock harden and wanted to see what his sexy mom was doing. He eased down the hallway and was astounded to see that his mother's bedroom door was ajar again. Was she letting him watch or did she not realize he was done with the lawn? 

He slid up to where he could see into the room and was shocked! Kyle saw his mother on her bed with her head and chest down on the comforter while her back end stuck up in the air. She was pushing a clear plastic dildo into her asshole as she held her butt cheeks spread with her other hand.

From his angle Kyle could see her pussy lips were red and swollen, with a drop of juice just falling to the mattress. He was spellbound by the site of his mother fucking her own ass. It was so deranged and kinky, but so hot. Kimberly accelerated her thrusting and finally came to a shuddering orgasm with a long loud moan. Kyle's cock nearly exploded in his pants as he watched his mother's body shake through her orgasm.

Kyle came to his senses and started to move towards his room, but the motion caught Kimberly's eye and she looked into a mirror and then their eyes met. They both were locked in place for a moment as their brains tried to resolve being caught in the act. Then Kyle turned away and rushed to his room and closed the door.

Kimberly reached around and eased the dildo out of her sphincter, leaving her asshole to slowly close and her feeling empty. She couldn't believe she would be as dumb as to leave her door open while she masturbated with her son home. When she came to her room it was her intention to change, but her eyes saw the butt plug in her drawer and that made her want it. She never even heard the mower stop as she was too far gone. The thought of how intense that orgasm was made her aroused all over again and her hand moved to her wet pussy and started rubbing. 

'Oh my God!' she thought to herself. Angry with herself for her lack of self-control, she put the plastic toy back in her drawer and used a towel to dry her pussy before dressing. While she was putting on some clothes she started to understand that that she didn't know what to do. Although she caught her son peeping on her, she had been very indiscreet and had provided temptation for him. She pulled on a normal set of cotton panties, one of her more comfortable bras, and polo shirt and pair of pants. At first she was determined to talk to her son about what had happened but the lingering suspicion that Kyle knew about her coupling with Steve destroyed her resolve before she could get to his room. She went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

Supper that night was very quiet and they both seemed to avoid any eye contact or conversation. There was a huge elephant in the house but they were both outwardly ignoring it. The real problem was that they were both thinking about sex, and their bodies were responding below the table. Kimberly could feel that moist itch of need growing in her crotch while Kyle was dealing with the hard-on he got every time he was within sight of his mother. When supper was over they both retreated to their rooms.

Kimberly lay in her bed with her television on but ignored. She was still aroused and her mind was speeding through various reasons and scenarios to try to resolve the problems that had arose between her and Kyle. She knew that she would not be able to sleep until she apologized for her own actions and ensured that Kyle would be ok with forgetting about it. 

She got up and pulled a robe over her long night-shirt and made her way towards his room, her mind rehearsing what she would say. She was so engrossed in that line of thought that she never heard the muffled groans coming from Kyle's room until she had already opened the door. 

There was her son at his desk making a frenzied attempt to cover his hard cock with a sweatshirt while also trying to turn off the computer monitor in front of him. In that one or two seconds, Kimberly's eyes were able to capture everything like a photograph that she was then able to analyze fully in that adrenalin-filled moment.

It was the first time she had seen Kyle's cock since he had matured, and now it was naked and stiff. He was clearly his father's son as it was nearly as big as Robert's. The long slender shaft rose out of his pubic hair and was at least eight inches long. The cockhead was bloated deep purple and the pee slit had a glistening drop of pre-cum on it. The computer screen had shown a slender blond woman with long flowing blond hair bent over a table in a kitchen. The woman was being rammed from behind by a lean, young blond guy. Kyle's shout brought her back into awareness.

"Mom! What are you doing?" he shouted. Kyle was embarrassed for being caught jerking off but also angry for having his privacy violated. His mom was silent as she tried to frame a response, but his computer wasn't. The video was still running even though her had turned off the monitor.

"Oh God, baby!" came a shrill female voice from the speaker. "Fuck mommy's ass!" Kyle grabbed the speaker and shut it off. His anger was forgotten as his mom now knew that his taste in porn included watching a mom get ass-fucked by her son.

There was a deadly silence in the room as Kyle sat there and waited for his mother's temper to explode. But for Kimberly, her eyes were locked onto her son's crotch as the events of the last few days played back in her head. Her strength, her resolve and her pride crumbled at the thought of her own son's cock.

As he looked up at her, she undid the robe and let it drop to the floor. The nightshirt beneath was like a long and thin t-shirt, nearly translucent and clearly showing her erect nipples on her unrestrained breasts. Kyle inhaled at the view but his mother was not finished. She reached down and pulled the nightshirt over her head. Shaking her hair out, she threw it to the side. Kyle watched dumbfounded as her small breasts jiggled while she shook her long hair back into place.

"You like?" She asked smiling.

"Oh, mom," Kyle groaned. "You are so beautiful!" 

"Thank you," she said, smiling down at him. Without any further words she got on her knees and turned his computer chair so his crotch was in front of her. With her hands she pulled the sweatshirt away to expose his cock. She lifted her head and took his cock in her hand, getting a feel for its size and weight. Up close she could see that it may be a bit longer that her husband Robert's, but nowhere near the same thickness. Looking up at her son, Kimberly stuck out her tongue and ran it down the length of her son's cock. It twitched in automatic response and she smiled.

She started licking the length of his dick, running her tongue up and down his hard shaft. When another drop of pre-cum oozed out from the end of his cockhead, Kimberly touched it with the tip of her tongue, savoring its flavor. Another drop appeared and she wrapped her lips around the head of her son's cock. She wiped her tongue over his head while her mouth applied a soft suction. 

Kyle groaned and his mother decided it was time to take as much as she could into her mouth. She started to slowly slide her head up and down, gradually taking more and more of it in her mouth. Not really believing what his slutty mother was doing to him, he placed his hand on the back of his mother's head to guide her. 

Kimberly really enjoyed a good subject for her blow jobs, and her son's groans were exciting her as well. To celebrate her own arousal, she moved one of her hands to her cunt and to slowly rub her fingers across, then between her labia. The mother felt her son tensing and knew that he was going to cum very soon. She sucked harder while taking less cock in her mouth as Kyle's legs straightened and his toes pointed up. She felt his cock harden even more and cum started shooting from his cockhead into her mouth. The first blast was large and she quickly swallowed and the second blast shot out as well. She was surprised when he continued to shoot the next few seconds so that her son filled her mouth with so much cum it overflowed and leaked out the corner of her mouth. She swallowed the mouthful but savored the texture and salty taste of the remainder in her mouth.

"Mmm, that was tasty," she said. Smiling up at her son, Kimberly took hold of his cock and rubbed her head against it, moaning with lust. Kyle looked at his sexy mother. She was on her knees in front of him and the cum that had leaked out of her mouth was dripping down the side of her face. His mother was rubbing her face against the soft skin of his cockhead, sighing contentedly with her eyes closed.

Finally she stood up in front of him. With his mother's triangle of blond pubic hair at the level of his eyes, Kyle sat there looking at it. Kimberly brushed through her soft thatch, her fingers glistening with the moisture from fingering her own cunt.

"Have you ever even seen a woman's pussy?" She asked in a soft voice. "Up close?" Kyle could only shake his head. With his senses already in overload, and his mouth dry, he had no idea what to say or even if his mouth would work. Kimberly moved over to the foot of his bed and laid down with her legs towards him. As she lay back, she lifted her legs and, spreading them widely apart, caressed her wet pussy teasingly.

She motioned for him to come closer and he slowly got up from his chair and moved to the bed. As Kyle sat down on the edge of his bed facing her, his eyes were fixed on the glistening flesh below her pubic hair. His mother spread her labia apart with her fingers exposing the little pink nub of flesh near the top of her moist pussy. 

"This is my clit," she said teasingly, rubbing her finger over it as she did. "When I touch my nipples the right way, I feel a throb right here," she said putting a finger either side of her clit and squeezing. "And when I press my clit like this...I can feel it all the way up in my tits!" Then she looked into his eyes and spoke very softly.

"The absolute best is when someone licks it. Will you eat me?" Kyle smiled and moved to a comfortable position between her legs. His mother's pussy was just in front of his face as paused to take in her smell, the fragrant scent of her sex which would be intoxicating for any man. It gave him a rush of passion and desire for the woman in front of him, forgetting that it was his mother. He had licked at girls' pussies before, but never a woman, especially one as sexy as his mother.

Kimberly reached out and put a hand on top of her son's head, pulling his face toward her hot pussy. Kyle flicked his tongue across her little clit and her body jerked at the touch. When he licked it with the length of his tongue, she gasped loudly, sucking in a deep breath as she experienced this agonizing pleasure. Experimenting with what else would please her, her son pressed his lips over his mother's clit and sucked on it gently. With his face pressed gloriously against her pussy, his nose engulfed in the fantastically stimulating aroma of the juice that flowed from within. The pleasurable moans and excited gasps from her own mouth told him what to do and how to stimulate his mother.

He left her clit to explore further down, dipping his tongue into the crevasse of her womanhood, the place from which he had emerged just 18 years before. Her hands pressed against his head now, pulling his face hard against her hungry crotch and actually limiting his ability to breath. He was forced to pause every few moments to breath through his mouth, but that did not seem to affect Kimberly in the least. 

"Oh Crap," she exclaimed. "That's so good...I'm almost there!" She paused release his head and grabbed her knees. She pulled her legs up and opened herself completely to him in total submission. 

"Don't...stop. Eat...me. Eat...mommy's...cunt!" At first Kyle did as he was told and dug his tongue deeply into her hole, fucking her with his face. He pressed his tongue repeatedly into her, and she rode it like a cock. Then he backed out and moved his mouth back to her clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers, sliding them easily into her very wet cunt.

To Beverly, his tongue now felt rough as it raked over her pleasure button, moving her closer and closer to the climatic explosion that was coming. Feeling her own son pushing his fingers in and out of her as he licked her clitoris, she knew that she was moments away from something wonderful. The tension in her body nearly prevented her from breathing.

Kyle too was aware of the impending storm as the circle of muscles inside his mother's hole squeezed down on his fingers. The sponginess of her insides seemed to get denser in spite of the fluids she produced, and he could actually feel resistance increasing as he pressed his fingers in. His mother writhed and tossed on the bed as he finger-fucked her and licked her clit with more energy. 

"YES...MY GOD...I'm...Commmiiinnnggg!" She howled and Kyle felt his mother's cunt muscles clench and flutter around his two fingers. She grabbed the bed covers as she thrashed about, ramming her pubis into his face as she arched her back and moved her hips. He was completely unable to keep his mouth over her clit but he continued to finger-fuck her pussy as she gasped and yelled incoherently. It seemed impossible that her body would survive as her muscles wracked with waves of contractions. 

She shuddered and trembled for what seemed like ages until, finally she begin to relax and lay her back slowly on the bed. Kyle stopped thrusting with his hand and slowly pulled his fingers out of her. 

"God Mom," he said in wonder. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen." Kyle's long cock swung up and down as he crawled up the bed between her long legs. 

"Well," she smiled as she watched him move up between her outstretched legs. "Thank you so much. I'm glad you think your mom is so sexy."

When he crawled into position over her, Beverly reached down with her arm and gently took his stiff penis in her hand. She was amazed at how hard his prick was, like it was the rock prick of one of those ancient Greek statues. With his mother's hand guiding him, Kyle lowered his hips down as she moved it to her still hungry gash. He felt the instant his swollen cockhead slip between the labia of her fiery pussy and bent down to kiss his mother, crushing her lips as his tongue searched her hers. The consummation of pussy and prick paused while their tongues fought that both would win. 




Kimberly and a Neighbor



When they broke the kiss, Kyle began to ease his hard cock inside the squishy heat of his mother's pussy. Beverly groaned with pleasure as she felt her son slowly pushing his cock down her wet, honey-hole. Her son's thick cockhead stretching her vaginal canal as it moved further inside her. She lay there and concentrated her senses on sensations caused by her son's cock; it was like she could see inside herself as her muscles softly collapsed down to his stiff shaft after the passage of his glans so that muscles in her cunt wrapped around the shaft sliding into her.

For Kyle, it was like his mother's pussy was soft and squishy but incredibly hot and stimulating at the same time. His cock was in something out of this world; nothing like his teenaged girlfriend. For the moment, his entire awareness was focused on how it felt as his cock went further into hot and wet length of her pussy until it was completely inside her, his root against her pubic mound. He had never been fully immersed in a pussy before, his girlfriend always held him back as it hurt if he went all the way. That had been just ok but this was really fantastic, and he stopped for a moment to try slow his response. His whole nervous system was now directly connected to his cock and tried desperately to hold his boiling semen back.

Beverly could feel the struggle in her son and knew he was on that very edge of ejaculation. Although she was not ready for a huge orgasm, she wanted to give him this one. With a smile, she tightened her cunt muscles around her son's cock and the increased pressure set him off. With a howl, Kyle shot a big load of thick semen into the place where he was conceived. The explosion of white-hot cum flowing out of his hard cock into her pussy was so much more than she expected. The flow hit her mind like a dart and sent her into a sudden and rich orgasm, and she screamed out and she clenched at her son on top of her. The rhythmic spurting of his ejaculation sent her into waves of small orgasms as his body worked to force his cock into her as deep as he could. 

For a while after the spasms stopped, they lay there, coupled in both sweat and cum as they tried to catch their breath. As they both relaxed. The hot blond felt her son's cock shrink inside her, and he eased it out, then let his weight down beside her.  

"Wow, mom!" He exclaimed. "That was great! I'm sorry I came so fast, though."

"You'll do better next time," she said as she caressed his chest.

"When can we do it again?" he asked excitedly.

"Let me go clean up and..." she stopped as the large amount cum he dumped into her started to ooze out of her pussy. "Too late....it's all coming out." Placing her hand over her cunt, she hopped off the bed and grabbed her nightshirt. While it stopped any further dripping from her ravaged cunt, her thighs were already sticky with their combined juices. She made her way to her own bathroom to wash herself, inside and out.

After she was clean, she noticed she was hungry. 'Vigorous sex did burn some calories,' she thought to herself. She went back to Kyle's room, but he was dozing, his cock lying on his stomach, covered in the now dry remnants of their sex. Just the sight of his cock made her cunt twinge, but she left him to sleep and went to the kitchen.

She made herself a sandwich and sat down to eat it, reveling in the fact she was free to go naked in her own house again. It was her love of being naked in her own house that had produced three kids so quickly.

After she ate, she cleaned up and stared to load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. The clatter of the dishes and running water hid the sound of her son approaching. All he saw when he entered the room was his mother's wonderfully shaped ass, wide enough to be sexy but not fat or dimpled. He realized she was not aware of his presence and moved closer. As she was bent over, her ass open towards him, he reached out and cupped her pussy.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed. "You scared me!" Kyle smiled and moved his hand around until he could slide a finger into her pussy.

"Ohhhh, honey..." she moaned. The son didn't say a word but slowly moved his finger in and out. She automatically spread her legs giving him better access. Placing her hands on the dishwasher door, she leaned further down, her head below the counter level which made her ass stick out. She bent over, enjoying the fingers working over her pussy and then felt a finger at her asshole.

"mmmm" she moaned. He remembered what he saw in her room. It had been so degrading when he had seen her with that dildo up her ass, but now he knew her desire for ass play. She doubted he had ever had this opportunity before, so she spread her legs even wider apart so he could see everything she offered him. Finally he spoke.

"Mom, do you fuck yourself in the ass all the time?" 

"Only when I can't get someone else to do it for me," she answered brazenly. She started to push back against his finger, fucking herself with it. She felt him move another finger up and she stopped for him to ease it into her ass as well. As she felt her son's finger extend inside her rectum, she knew this was enough, as the rising tide of an orgasm approached. Her ass was so hyper-sensitive that once she started, it was only satisfied when it was sore.

The two fingers stretched the ring of her ass and sent wonderful signals of sexual energy too her pussy, but there was so much more to this event. This time it was not some guy she picked up, nor was it her wonderful husband Robert. The depravity of opening her ass to her own son made it some much more stimulating. It was so...wrong; incest! Sodomy! But she could not deny her desire for what she was doing. Her pussy fluttered and she moaned and soon felt her climax coming to a head. She pushed her ass back against her son's hand, ramming his two fingers into her anal passage and relasing the orgasmic flood within.

"Ohhh yes...oh my god yes...Ahhhhhh..."

Kyle never thought that finger fucking any woman's ass could bring her to such a powerful climax but his mother was having a complete orgasm. He grabbed her waist to steady her as her muscles quivered. It occurred to him that maybe it was not just the sexual stimulation itself, but also the thought of her own son making her cum. It was certainly turning him on, and his cock stiff and swollen with desire for his mother.

When her climax receded, Kimberly lifted herself and moved forward a bit, so she could rest on the kitchen counter, her long hair covering her head like a shroud. She lazily looked back at her son Kyle as her slowly withdrew his fingers from her ass. He was staring at her sphincter as he pulled them out, watching as her flesh distended around his fingers like it did not want to release them. Kimberly looked down to see his long cock pointing straight out and knew she wanted more.

"That was so good that I think I want more," she purred. "Is there something else you can stick in there?" Kyle moaned in response to her words and the inviting look she gave him. She reached back with one hand and pulled her ass open even more, exposing her red, horny shit hole to her son's eyes... and his cock. Kyle may have been new to ass-fucking, but he had read some about it and realized that it would be easier if there was some lubrication. 

"Just stay like that, don't move," he hissed. He moved over to the small eating table and grabbed the cruet of salad oil. Kyle moved back behind his mother and nestled his cock in the crack of her ass, then dribbled some of the oil down the crack of her ass and onto his cock. Kimberly felt the cool oil on her hot skin. Her son put the cruet on the counter and rubbed the oil around with the head of his shaft. It was such a wonderful tease that his mother arched her back and stuck her ass out even more as she waited for her son's long cock to enter. Even as hot as she was, she tensed when his cock started pressing against her sphincter.

"Oh God honey," she breathed. "Go slow at first."

He applied more pressure and she felt her asshole open to his entrance. She moved the hand on her ass to the counter in front of her and gripped it with both hands she moaned at the stretching she felt behind her as his shaft slowly made its way inside her rectum. 

She was experienced enough that she could ignore the minor pain to enjoy the feeling of having her ass spread open by a cock. Her body's natural reaction tightening sphincter muscles around Kyle's shaft. There was something so special and erotic to her in the feeling of having her backside forced open like that and the throbbing prick inside her; it drove her crazy. 

Looking back at her son she smiled at him. Kyle's eyes were wide open big and full of amazement at this new and exciting event. She brushed her hair to one side so she could watch her son's reaction as she pushed back against his cock and buried it further in her ass. She got another inch and there was no pain. Kimberly reached back and felt his cock, gauging how much was left. As full as she felt, there was still an inch or so left 

"Oh crap, mom" Kyle exclaimed, feeling her fingers on his root.

"It's OK honey," she soothed. "Just relax for now." She wanted all of him and she wanted him to last. She pushed inside her bowels to open her muscles, then pressed back more until she felt his thighs pressed against the firm globes of her ass. 

Kyle stared down as the remainder of his penis was consumed by his mother's beautiful ass until it was all the way inside. It was so good to have his cock wrapped in this tight hole. His girlfriend's cunt was tight but loosened up immediately. This was so different...so dirty! All those taboo words ran through his mind...incest...motherfucker...butt fucker...sodomy. He had dreamed and fantasized about sex with his mother; he had wondered about anal sex since he started watching porn videos on his computer. Now here he was with his cock completely buried in his own mother's rear end! It was like she wasn't his mother at all but more like his slut...his personal anal slut at that.

His mother moaned and started slowly moving, sliding herself back and forth on his shaft. Her husband was too big for her comfort but her son's wonderful penis was just the right size for her rectum. She had wanted the cock that filled her ass without tearing, with an owner that would be sensitive and she finally found one in her own son. It was like her whole body was tingling as all her nerve endings were sending messages of pleasure to her brain. 

"Oh God," she groaned. "This feels...so good." She needed him to know how wonderful it felt.

"Mom," he replied. "You have no idea how good it feels from my end. Your ass feels so incredibly tight." Kyle brushed her blond mane aside and grabbed onto her shoulders with both hands. He used his grip to hold her still and began to actively fuck her ass, slowly filling her with long strokes as he watched in amazement where his cock disappeared into her shit-chute. 

"So do you like fucking your own mother in her ass?" She found it exciting to actually use those words. She was her submissive slut, bending over as he slowly but steadily rammed her ass with long strokes of his cock. Her ass actually felt wet as it began to produce some form of lubrication while her son's rod started to speed the pace of thrusting.

A thought burst into her head. She was his mother...why should she submit to him? She suddenly felt the need to be in control; to assert her control on him once more. 

"Kyle stop!" she commanded. He stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" he asked, full of concern that she suddenly came to her senses and realized this was all wrong.

"I need you to sit in the chair," she directed him. He slid his cock out of her ass, leaving it feeling very open and empty. He paused for a moment, looking down as her sphincter gaped in front of him, then moved to the chair and sat down, looking up at his mother expectantly. Kimberly straightened up and walked over to him. She turned away from him and, standing between his legs, lowered her ass down onto his cock. There was a twinge of pain as his flared glans pushed through her sphincter again but the pleasure of being refilled was exquisite. 

"Oh shit," she exclaimed. "That is so good." 

Lowering herself further, she sat impaled on his long cock. The addition of her weight drove it further into her ass that his earlier thrusting and she loved the feeling of what was happening. Placing her hands on his knees and leaning forward, she was able to slowly lift herself up his shaft, feeling his long veined shaft coming out of her ass. That incredible sensation drew her eventual orgasm closer and she sank down, impaling her ass on Kyle's cock once more. She developed a rhythm as she moved up and down on her son, increasing the speed. 

Just as she felt her orgasm approach, her arms and legs began to get tired. She knew she was at the edge of her orgasm and the fatigue pushed her back from the climatic edge. She so desperately wanted this climax and it was starting to elude her. 

"Mom, I think...I'm going...to cum" Kyle panted. He reached his hands around and cupped her firm breasts, causing her to moan loudly. Just then Kimberly felt her son's cock throb and shoot his cum deep inside her bowels. As he did he squeezed her breasts and pulled her tight to his chest, which was enough to trigger her huge orgasm. With her head tilted back she screamed in total ecstasy as wave after wave of earth shattering pleasure spread from her rectum through her whole. Kyle held her upright as her body spasmed and shuttered in his lap, completely lost to the ravages of this incredible orgasm. Fluid shot from her pussy and dripped to the floor as she experienced torturous satisfaction that she wished would last forever. There was a distant awareness of her son's moans as he shot the last of his load into her ass but it was the waves of orgasm that were the focus of her attention.

It was a very long time before Kimberly could breath normally. As her awareness to her surroundings grew, she found herself amazed at the quiet; her screaming had been so loud. Her wonderful son Kyle was still softly holding her breasts as her held her upright on his lap. Still trembling, she turned and brushed her long hair away from his face. She looked into his handsome face and saw the pleasure that she had given him She reach out and pulled his face to hers, kissing him passionately for a few moments. When she released him, she tenderly wiped the sweat from his brow. 

"Mom, I never knew it could ever be so good," he whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry baby...I never should have let it get so out of hand," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her earlier screaming. "But that may have been the best orgasm I have ever had. Thank you."

"You're so welcome Mom." he whispered back. "You are so beautiful. I love you Mom."

They were both silent for a long time, as neither wanted the experience to end, but as Kyle's cock softened, it eventually was squeezed out by his mother's shrinking asshole. It was followed by a really gross sounding wet fart as the air he had stirred up and the cum he shot in her came out.

"Oh my God!" Kimberly exclaimed. "That is so gross!" but then they both started laughing. 

The beautiful blond relaxed back into her son, his arms cuddling around her as they shared the intimate afterglow of sex. Kyle looked up and could actually see a reflection of his mother in window of the oven door. As he moved his head a little he could see her legs open and her swollen pussy lips could be seen just below that perfect patch of auburn pubic hair. 

He reached down to explore, his eyes watching the reflection as his fingers caressed her soft pubic hair before venturing down and sliding up and down her labia. His mother's legs spread further apart in reaction to his touch, and she groaned an exhausted groan.

"Mom," he whispered into her ear. "Your pussy is very wet."

"I think you made me squirt, honey" she answered softly.

"If you look at the oven window just right, you can see how wet you are." Turning her head around, she found that she too could see his fingers caressing the entrance to her pussy. It was so erotic to feel her son's fingers enter her pussy at the same time she watched. Kyle fingered her for a few moments as they watched in the oven window, then pulled them out and lifted his hand so they could both see; the two fingers were glistening with wet juices and there were a couple drops running down towards his wrist.

"Wow," he said in amazement. "You're dripping!" He brought the fingers to his mouth. "But you still taste good." He smiled an evil smile and moved his fingers to her mouth. 

"Taste," he commanded. The command shocked her. She thought she had resumed control yet when he commanded she suddenly had the desire to taste her juices. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to put his fingers on her tongue and then closed her lips around them. The taste was like sour honey...tangy sweetness...plus a hint of spice. It seemed so degrading to suck her own juices from his fingers but she wanted more. With a groan she submitted herself totally to his control.

"More...please." It came out almost as a plea. Kyle smiled at her and moved his hand back down to her crotch. The fingers went in again and Kimberly inhaled sharply as this time he pushed them deep. As her son moved his fingers deep into her cunt, Kimberly found herself unable to hold still. Even after the exhausting total orgasm she just experienced, she seemed to be able to start up all over again. When he brought his fingers back to her mouth, she was overcome with the desire for that taste and grabbed his wrist to hold the fingers in her mouth as she sucked them clean.

Her out-of-control desire and the way she moved her ass in his lap brought new life back to Kyle's manhood. They both felt his cock stir as it grew up the dripping wet crack of her ass. The taste of her own juices on the fingers in her mouth and the feel of his hard cock against her ass were driving her totally made with desire all over again. She realized that she was becoming a complete sexual addict. 

Kyle wrapped his arm back around his mother as she sat in his lap, cupping her handful of breast as his other returned to her dripping pussy. The finger-fucking he started to give her was like fresh water to a shipwrecked sailor, her desire was so strong. She rubbed herself against his fingers and felt his hard cock rubbing against her ass at the same time

"Oh God," she moaned, closing her eyes as she lost herself again. "I need...I...want...your cock," she gasped. "Pleeease."

"Where do you want my cock?" He whispered into her ear with a smile.

"Too dirty...pussy," she said between deep shuttering breaths. "My...ass...back...in...my...ass." Kyle moved his hand from her breast and Kimberly leaned forward. Her son took hold of his long shaft and pressed in against her still wet and swollen back hole. As Kimberly leaned back, his thick cockhead re-entered her ass. That stretching sensation was so exquisite that it set her off already.

"OH CRAP!" She screamed, filling the house with her voice. "I'M CUMMING!" Her body spasmed and shook through yet another climax. As it did, her rectal muscles tightened and relaxed, allowing her son's anal probe deeper and deeper into her. The long slow entry in turn prolonged the orgasmic sensations to the point that it felt not like repeated waves but one long plateau of extreme pleasure. For nearly three minutes she shuttered and moaned as she slid down his shaft, only to spend another two minutes at the bottom still shacking from the experience.

When she was able to function again she realized that her son, the ever patient lover, was sitting very still under her with his full long cock in her ass. It was still hard and ready to go. He had already cum twice tonight and was holding back yet another. The sexual stamina of youth was so wonderful. His fingers were still in her pussy as well, unmoving as if waiting for her to be ready again.




Kimberly and a Neighbor



Again? How many time had she cum? Her body was beyond 'glistening' with perspiration; sweat was dripping off of her. Much of her wonderfully fluffy hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders. Her face was likely a horrid mess of red, flushed skin and streaky make-up, her eyes red with the tears she had cried.

The fingers in her pussy moved and started to fuck her again. God...he played her like an instrument. Where did her son learn so much! Or was she just so obvious? As his fingers went deeper into her pussy, she realized that for the first time, both of her holes full at the same time. It was so incredibly exciting to be so full, to have so much of her sexual system receiving stimulation. An even more horrid thought came to her: What would it be like to have men pumping their cocks into her at the same time? In a moment's thought, she pictured herself with both her son and her husband inside her. That image set her off again.

"MORE!" she howled. "FUCK...MY...ASS!" she yelled in time with her lifting herself up and down on his cock.

Kyle could not believe what was happening. His mother was completely consumed by her insatiable desire, lifting herself up off his lap so that she can drop back down again, forcing his cock deep into her ass. Her pussy leaked juice around his thrusting fingers as he pleasured her pussy. Her anus was so stretched and loose at this point that his cock slid in and out with ease. 

Kimberly's arms and legs were tired and her ass was becoming painful but she ruthlessly drove towards her own orgasm. At this point, she did not even care if Kyle came or not, but she needed her own climax. Over and over she lifted her body up and then drove back down to bury his wonderful shaft in her ass until the base of his cock pressed against her anal ring. The sweat was pouring off her body as she forced her body onto the shaft of meat over and over while her son's fingers were filling her pussy. 

"OH GOD...OH GOD!" she yelled between breaths, then "AHHH." The rest of the noise was loud but totally unintelligible. This climax crashed down on her like a tsunami, totally engulfing her body in absolutely uncontrollable convulsions. Every nerve in body was firing while all her muscles contracted and relaxed...and all she could do was scream.

All the motion drove Kyle into orgasm as well and he loosed another load, much smaller than before, into his mother's ass. He tried to hold on to his mother in his lap but she thrashed about and ripped herself off his cock and fell to the floor. Kyle grabbed his cock as the pain of her pulling off so abruptly mixed with his orgasm. But the pain quickly faded as he watched his mother trash about on the floor. She curled up into a fetal position and shook and shivered like she was hypothermic. He wondered what he should do...or if she would be ok. 

For Kimberly, she truly experienced what the Japanese call the "little death" of a sexual climax. He skin was totally flushed with heat and she could not stop her body from shacking as fireworks exploded over and over in her head. Cum oozed out her ass from Kyle's latest assault as her own pussy juice leaked from her vagina.

I looked into his eyes and saw nothing but love...love for me. At that moment I knew I was his, I knew I could trust him completely with what ever he wanted to do. Any boundaries that previously existed were shattered by what we just did.

"Mom, I love you so much," He whispered into my opened mouth.

My shoulders shuddered and tears ran down my cheeks. I never thought I could find such love and pleasure.

"I love you too baby...god I love you too."



Kimberly & Debbie's Awakening To Each Other



Before we get into any detail, let us explain a little about ourselves and how this all stared for us. It was not something that just happened. We have had many conversions about female love and our growing feelings towards each other for a long time. We felt a little strange about these feelings and a bit embarrassed because everyone always puts down lesbianism and people like us are made to feel ashamed. In fact, it has only been very recently that we have felt comfortable about using the term lesbian, as the majority of people who form same sex relationships often prefer to be referred to as “gay”.

When we originally started to have feelings for each other, we both decided and agreed to seek out as much information as we could, as well as, to attend counselling sessions. It was through these sessions that we also expressed our feelings about the similar experiences we had during our earlier years. 

Interestingly, we had shared very similar experiences of abuse, by a family member. Without going into too much detail, our abuse was physical, emotional and sexual. At times this abuse was quite violent. We had also experienced the feelings of shame, particularly about the incidence of incest and of our powerlessness in not being able to stop the abuse, as we could not control what was happening. We also experienced feelings of worthlessness and also felt unclean. We felt like we existed on the fringes of society and were not sure whom we could trust, as we had heard stories about how society sometimes attempts to sweep these matters under the carpet.

Through our counselling we have come to terms with our experiences and we firmly believe that neither of us want any form of physical/sexual relationship with men. We believe that it is through our previous experience with men and especially with members of our own families that we felt more comfortable in the presence of women, which also lead us to seek the emotional support and the tenderness of love between women.

Our “Awakening” took place on 05/April/03. Our story began innocently enough, with our parents going away for the weekend. Debbie, my foster sister and I had planned our sexual awaking to lesbianism for some time and as our parents were going to be away the timing was right. 

We had begun to organize our room for the big event. We had soft music one song in particular Debbie loved, as on many accessions I would sing, Roy Orbison’s “She’s A Mystery Girl,” and play my guitar for her. We even went shopping and bought coloured candles to symbolize. White - Purity, truth sincerity, Light Blue – Tranquility, understanding, patience, and health. Red - Strength, health, vigor and sexual loves. This was going to be our special night of sensual love; our love for each other would last forever!

We had lit the candles before hand. Debbie was first to bath then myself. As I bathed, I thought, that going to bed this times it would be very different, as we would be going to bed with each other, and that tonight we would be touching each other sexually, for the first time. When I retuned to our room, Debbie awaited she was already in bed. She looked so soft and beautiful as the candlelight reflected on her face. I seemed to be trembling as I made my way to the bed; I guess it was the fear of the unknown. 

My heart racing and I guessed that Debbie’s would have been as well. I climbed into our bed, our eyes met we became aware of each other. Blushing, we froze, looking into each other’s eyes - not knowing quite what to do next!

Our uneasiness was soon replaced with a beautiful tranquil feeling that seemed to be flowing through our entire bodies. This new feeling was so enchanting to us, that we just laid side-by-side, facing each other and looking deep into each other’s eyes. The moment was finally broken when, Debbie kissed me. Debbie had kissed me on many previous occasions, but it was the kiss of a sister. This kiss was different, it was filled with such emotion – loving, sensual, longing and tender. This kiss was everything I had always imagined it would be!

I eagerly responded my tongue explored her mouth our tongues entwined, my hand running through her hair our bodies lost to some kind of new magical feelings. As my hand moved from Debbie’s hair I proceeded to run my hand down her back and through to her legs. Debbie shivered with delight as I continued to explore the sensual parts of her body. Debbie sighed with pleasure as my hand moved along her inner thigh. She was breathing heavily as my hand roamed across her tummy and connected with her breasts. As her body responded to my touch, her nipples became erect. 

Debbie responds by pressing her tongue deeper into my wanting mouth. I could now feel her hand caressing my breast ever so softly. My nipples were being gently caressed, as she pressed her warm body closer to mine.

I was now on top of Debbie and I admired her beauty, she reminded me of an angel, bathed in moonlight. I wondered if she was experiencing the same feelings of warmth, pleasure and love as I was. 

As I leaned over her brushing her hair away from her ear I whispered, “I love you.” Then kissing her earlobe gently I nibbled it between my lips; she quivered momentarily as my tongue moved down her neck softly, her body rose from the bed as I sat back to look at her again, my long hair fell to one side of her face as I went to kiss her eyes, they reminded of twinkling stars. As I lowered myself down to kiss those twinkling stars, her lips met mine, and we continued to kiss passionately. 

In some strange and mystical way it felt so very right. I continued to kiss Debbie’s neck and allowed my mouth to drift on past her shoulders and towards her breasts. My tongue lingered around her nipples. I slowly moved my tongue towards her navel and nibbled at the creases in her flesh. Debbie seemed to be responding with delight to my every move and moaned with pleasure. She clasped the back of my head with her hand as if she wished me to continue. I then moved towards the lowest point of her stomach and kissed it gently. I then allowed my fingers to enter her and for a moment I experienced the warmth of her wetness, which reminded me of a rose freshened by the first rains of spring.

Debbie gently raised her body and tenderly began to explore the pleasures of my body. She now lay atop of me, my excitement as her body sweeps over me, her nipples pressed against mine. She rubs her breast up and down my body, stopping to reassure me with a kiss. Now Debbie delicately runs her tongue down my neck to the tops of my breasts. I feel my nipples between her fingers as she pinching them softly and then I feel her mouth upon the other. My body is on fire as Debbie’s hand moved from my breast to the top of my inner thigh. She moves down my body, her mouth and tongue still touching me, now she is kissing my inner thighs with such tenderness and beauty. 

Consumed by our desire – we felt the need to explore our sexual experience further, at this time we delved into the pleasures of the warm, sensual Masturbation of each other. Finally, not a word said between us, just the sounds of our breathing, still hard and then softer, followed by periods of silence, as we lay there in each other’s arms

Later we looked at each other, and the embarrassment that was there in the beginning, was no longer. We giggled at each other then kissed, and realised how lucky we were to have found each other. From that day on, made a special promise, to stay together and never let anyone or anything come between us.

There are many people out there just like us. Many of you believe you are totally alone because of societies beliefs, how we are conditioned and how people treat us. Remember, you are not alone; there is always someone out there who cares. 

At times, we all feel especially vulnerable and lonely. We very rarely truly connect with people, and for a lot of the time, we’re on our own. It is in that lonely space where our thoughts look for some kind of real love and affection. Knowing such things, as young people, can be a trying and painful experience. We had this experience and for us, it has made us stronger, and who we are today.

P.s. We tried very hard, in sharing this experience, and we did not wish to offend anyone, especially women. We dedicated a song by Helen Ready, “I am Women.” All that you have read, it comes from our hearts. Our enthusiasm to love each other will not be spoiled by societies’ beliefs. 

We started to drift away to that little enchanted world some people call sleep. Where we often go together to be safe? 

God Bless

Love Kimberly & Debbie



Kimberly and Her Younger Son



The Kimberly series started to be about one of the women that my character Willis meets in his accounting department. As happens with some of my characters, they begin to lead their own lives and Kimberly became an incredibly erotic woman and developed a full life story. "Kimberly and the Neighbor" occurred before "Kimberly and her Son," and both are actually a prequel to "Kimberly and her Boss."

In "Kimberly and the Neighbor" she had a brief fucking from her neighbor witnessed by her son. Just days after that, her son Kyle saw her masturbating on her bed with a clear dildo.

'Oh my God!' she thought to herself. Angry with herself for her lack of self-control, she put the plastic toy back in her drawer and used a towel to dry her pussy before dressing. While she was putting on some clothes she started to understand that that she didn't know what to do. Although she caught her son peeping on her, she had been very indiscreet and had provided temptation for him. She pulled on a normal set of cotton panties, one of her more comfortable bras, and polo shirt and pair of pants. At first she was determined to talk to her son about what had happened but the lingering suspicion that Kyle knew about her coupling with Steve destroyed her resolve before she could get to his room. She went to the kitchen and started preparing dinner.

Supper that night was very quiet and they both seemed to avoid any eye contact or conversation. There was a huge elephant in the house but they were both outwardly ignoring it. The real problem was that they were both thinking about sex, and their bodies were responding below the table. Kimberly could feel that moist itch of need growing in her crotch while Kyle was dealing with the hard-on he got every time he was within sight of his mother. When supper was over they both retreated to their rooms.

Kimberly lay in her bed with her television on but ignored. She was still aroused and her mind was speeding through various reasons and scenarios to try to resolve the problems that had arose between her and Kyle. She knew that she would not be able to sleep until she apologized for her own actions and ensured that Kyle would be ok with forgetting about it.

She got up and pulled a robe over her long night-shirt and made her way towards his room, her mind rehearsing what she would say. She was so engrossed in that line of thought that she never heard the muffled groans coming from Kyle's room until she had already opened the door. 

There was her son sitting on the edge of his bed making a frenzied attempt to cover his hard cock with a sweatshirt while also trying to turn off the laptop computer next to him. In that one or two seconds, Kimberly's eyes were able to capture everything like a photograph that she was then able to analyze fully in that adrenalin-filled moment.

It was the first time she had seen Kyle's cock since he had matured, and now it was naked and stiff. He was clearly his father's son as it was nearly as big as Robert's. The long slender shaft rose out of his pubic hair and was at least eight inches long. The cockhead was bloated deep purple and the pee slit had a glistening drop of pre-cum on it. The computer screen had shown a slender blond woman with long flowing blond hair bent over a table in a kitchen. The woman was being rammed from behind by a lean, young blond guy. Kyle's shout brought her back into awareness.

"Mom! What are you doing?" he shouted. Kyle was embarrassed for being caught jerking off but also angry for having his privacy violated. His mom was silent as she tried to frame a response, but his computer wasn't. The video was still running even though he had turned off the monitor.

"Oh God, baby!" came a shrill female voice from the laptop's speaker. "Fuck mommy's ass!" Kyle grabbed the laptop and closed it all the way to shut it off. His anger was forgotten as his mom now knew that his taste in porn included watching a mom get ass-fucked by her son.

There was a deadly silence in the room as Kyle sat there and waited for his mother's temper to explode. But for Kimberly, her eyes were locked onto her son's crotch as the events of the last few days played back in her head. Her strength, her resolve and her pride crumbled at the thought of her own son's cock.

As he looked up at her, she undid the robe and let it drop to the floor. The nightshirt beneath was like a long and thin t-shirt, nearly translucent and clearly showing her erect nipples on her unrestrained breasts. Kyle inhaled at the view but his mother was not finished. She reached down and pulled the nightshirt over her head. Shaking her hair out, she threw it to the side. Kyle watched dumbfounded as her small breasts jiggled while she shook her long hair back into place.

"You like?" She asked smiling.

"Oh, mom," Kyle groaned. "You are so beautiful!" 

"Thank you," she said, smiling down at him. Without any further words she got on her knees next to his bed so his crotch was in front of her. With her hands she pulled the sweatshirt away to expose his cock. She lifted her head and took his cock in her hand, getting a feel for its size and weight. Up close she could see that it may be a bit longer that her husband Robert's, but nothing like the same thickness. Looking up at her son, Kimberly stuck out her tongue and ran it down the length of her son's cock. It twitched in automatic response and she smiled.

She started licking the length of his dick, running her tongue up and down his hard shaft. When another drop of pre-cum oozed out from the end of his cockhead, Kimberly touched it with the tip of her tongue, savoring its flavor. Another drop appeared and she wrapped her lips around the head of her son's cock. She wiped her tongue over his head while her mouth applied a soft suction. 

Kyle groaned and his mother decided it was time to take as much as she could into her mouth. She started to slowly slide her head up and down, gradually taking more and more of it in her mouth. Not really believing what his slutty mother was doing to him, he placed his hand on the back of his mother's head to guide her. 

Kimberly really enjoyed a good subject for her blow jobs, and her son's groans were exciting her as well. To celebrate her own arousal, she moved one of her hands to her cunt and to slowly rub her fingers across, then between her labia. The mother felt her son tensing and knew that he was going to cum very soon. She sucked harder while taking less cock in her mouth as Kyle's legs straightened and his toes pointed up. She felt his cock harden even more and cum started shooting from his cockhead into her mouth. The first blast was large and she quickly swallowed and the second blast shot out as well. She was surprised when he continued to shoot the next few seconds so that her son filled her mouth with so much cum it overflowed and leaked out the corner of her mouth. She swallowed the mouthful but savored the texture and salty taste of the remainder in her mouth.

"Mmm, that was tasty," she said. Smiling up at her son, Kimberly took hold of his cock and rubbed her head against it, moaning with lust. Kyle looked at his sexy mother. She was on her knees in front of him and the cum that had leaked out of her mouth was dripping down the side of her face. His mother was rubbing her face against the soft skin of his cockhead, sighing contentedly with her eyes closed.

Finally she stood up in front of him. With his mother's triangle of blond pubic hair at the level of his eyes, Kyle sat there looking at it. Kimberly brushed through her soft thatch, her fingers glistening with the moisture from fingering her own cunt.

"Have you ever even seen a woman's pussy?" She asked in a soft voice. "Up close?" Kyle could only shake his head. With his senses already in overload, and his mouth dry, he had no idea what to say or even if his mouth would work. Kimberly moved over and sat next to him on his bed. She laid back and she lifted her legs, spreading them widely apart and caressing her wet pussy teasingly.

She motioned for him to come closer and he slowly got up from the edge of the bed and moved to kneel on the floor between her feet. As Kyle moved down, his eyes were fixed on the glistening flesh below her pubic hair. His mother spread her labia apart with her fingers exposing the little pink nub of flesh near the top of her moist pussy. 

"This is my clit," she said teasingly, rubbing her finger over it as she did. "When I touch my nipples the right way, I feel a throb right here," she said putting a finger either side of her clit and squeezing. "And when I press my clit like this...I can feel it all the way up in my tits!" Then she looked into his eyes and spoke very softly.

"The absolute best is when someone licks it. Will you eat me?" Kyle smiled and moved forward to a comfortable position between her legs. His mother's pussy was just in front of his face as paused to take in her smell, the fragrant scent of her sex which would be intoxicating for any man. It gave him a rush of passion and desire for the woman in front of him, forgetting that it was his mother. He had licked at girls' pussies before, but never a woman, especially one as sexy as his mother.

Kimberly reached out and put a hand on top of her son's head, pulling his face toward her hot pussy. Kyle flicked his tongue across her little clit and her body jerked at the touch. When he licked it with the length of his tongue, she gasped loudly, sucking in a deep breath as she experienced this agonizing pleasure. Experimenting with what else would please her, her son pressed his lips over his mother's clit and sucked on it gently. With his face pressed gloriously against her pussy, his nose engulfed in the fantastically stimulating aroma of the juice that flowed from within. The pleasurable moans and excited gasps from her own mouth told him what to do and how to stimulate his mother.

He left her clit to explore further down, dipping his tongue into the crevasse of her womanhood, the place from which he had emerged just 18 years before. Her hands pressed against his head now, pulling his face hard against her hungry crotch and actually limiting his ability to breath. He was forced to pause every few moments to breath through his mouth, but that did not seem to affect Kimberly in the least. 

"Oh Crap," she exclaimed. "That's so good...I'm almost there!" She paused release his head and grabbed her knees. She pulled her legs up and opened herself completely to him in total submission. 

"Don't...stop. Eat...me. Eat...mommy's...cunt!" At first Kyle did as he was told and dug his tongue deeply into her hole, fucking her with his face. He pressed his tongue repeatedly into her, and she rode it like a cock. Then he backed out and moved his mouth back to her clit, replacing his tongue with two fingers, sliding them easily into her very wet cunt.

To Beverly, his tongue now felt rough as it raked over her pleasure button, moving her closer and closer to the climatic explosion that was coming. Feeling her own son pushing his fingers in and out of her as he licked her clitoris, she knew that she was moments away from something wonderful. The tension in her body nearly prevented her from breathing.

Kyle too was aware of the impending storm as the circle of muscles inside his mother's hole squeezed down on his fingers. The sponginess of her insides seemed to get denser in spite of the fluids she produced, and he could actually feel resistance increasing as he pressed his fingers in. His mother writhed and tossed on the bed as he finger-fucked her and licked her clit with more energy. 

"YES...MY GOD...I'm...Commmiiinnnggg!" She howled and Kyle felt his mother's cunt muscles clench and flutter around his two fingers. She grabbed the bed covers as she thrashed about, ramming her pubis into his face as she arched her back and moved her hips. He was completely unable to keep his mouth over her clit but he continued to finger-fuck her pussy as she gasped and yelled incoherently. It seemed impossible that her body would survive as her muscles wracked with waves of contractions. 

She shuddered and trembled for what seemed like ages until, finally she begin to relax and lay her back slowly on the bed. Kyle stopped thrusting with his hand and slowly pulled his fingers out of her. 

"God Mom," he said in wonder. "You are the sexiest woman I have ever seen." Kyle's long cock swung up and down as he crawled up the bed between her long legs. 

"Well," she smiled as she watched him move up between her outstretched legs. "Thank you so much. I'm glad you think your mom is so sexy."

When he crawled into position over her, Beverly reached down with her arm and gently took his stiff penis in her hand. She was amazed at how hard his prick was, like it was the rock prick of one of those ancient Greek statues. With his mother's hand guiding him, Kyle lowered his hips down as she moved it to her still hungry gash. He felt the instant his swollen cockhead slip between the labia of her fiery pussy and bent down to kiss his mother, crushing her lips as his tongue searched her hers. The consummation of pussy and prick paused while their tongues fought that both would win. 

When they broke the kiss, Kyle began to ease his hard cock inside the squishy heat of his mother's pussy. Beverly groaned with pleasure as she felt her son slowly pushing his cock down her wet, honey-hole. Her son's thick cockhead stretching her vaginal canal as it moved further inside her. She lay there and concentrated her senses on sensations caused by her son's cock; it was like she could see inside herself as her muscles softly collapsed down to his stiff shaft after the passage of his glans so that muscles in her cunt wrapped around the shaft sliding into her.

For Kyle, it was like his mother's pussy was soft and squishy but incredibly hot and stimulating at the same time. His cock was in something out of this world; nothing like his teenaged girlfriend. For the moment, his entire awareness was focused on how it felt as his cock went further into hot and wet length of her pussy until it was completely inside her, his root against her pubic mound. He had never been fully immersed in a pussy before, his girlfriend always held him back as it hurt if he went all the way. That had been just ok but this was really fantastic, and he stopped for a moment to try slow his response. His whole nervous system was now directly connected to his cock and tried desperately to hold his boiling semen back.

Beverly could feel the struggle in her son and knew he was on that very edge of ejaculation. Although she was not ready for a huge orgasm, she wanted to give him this one. With a smile, she tightened her cunt muscles around her son's cock and the increased pressure set him off. With a howl, Kyle shot a big load of thick semen into the place where he was conceived. The explosion of white-hot cum flowing out of his hard cock into her pussy was so much more than she expected. The flow hit her mind like a dart and sent her into a sudden and rich orgasm, and she screamed out and she clenched at her son on top of her. The rhythmic spurting of his ejaculation sent her into waves of small orgasms as his body worked to force his cock into her as deep as he could. 

For a while after the spasms stopped, they lay there, coupled in both sweat and cum as they tried to catch their breath. As they both relaxed. The hot blond felt her son's cock shrink inside her, and he eased it out, letting his weight down beside her. 

"Wow, mom!" He exclaimed. "That was great! I'm sorry I came so fast, though."

"You'll do better next time," she said as she caressed his chest.

"When can we do it again?" he asked excitedly.

"Let me go clean up and..." she stopped as the large amount cum he had dumped into her started to ooze out of her pussy. "Too late....it's all coming out." Placing her hand over her cunt, she hopped off the bed and grabbed her nightshirt. While it stopped any further dripping from her ravaged cunt, her thighs were already sticky with their combined juices. She made her way to her own bathroom to wash herself, inside and out.

After she was clean, she noticed she was hungry. 'Vigorous sex did burn some calories,' she thought to herself. She went back to Kyle's room, but he was dozing, his cock lying on his stomach, covered in the now dry remnants of their sex. Just the sight of his cock made her cunt twinge, but she left him to sleep and went to the kitchen.

She made herself a sandwich and sat down to eat it, reveling in the fact she was free to go naked in her own house again. It was her love of being naked in her own house that had produced three kids so quickly.

After she ate, she cleaned up and stared to load the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. The clatter of the dishes and running water hid the sound of her son approaching. All he saw when he entered the room was his mother's wonderfully shaped ass, wide enough to be sexy but not fat or dimpled. He realized she was not aware of his presence and moved closer. As she was bent over, her ass open towards him, he reached out and cupped her pussy.

"Oh God!" she exclaimed. "You scared me!" Kyle smiled and moved his hand around until he could slide a finger into her pussy.

"Ohhhh, honey..." she moaned. The son didn't say a word but slowly moved his finger in and out. She automatically spread her legs giving him better access. Placing her hands on the dishwasher door, she leaned further down; her head below the counter level which made her ass stick out. She bent over, enjoying the fingers working over her pussy and then felt a finger at her asshole.

"mmmm," she moaned. He remembered what he saw in her room. It had been so degrading when he had seen her with that dildo up her ass, but now he knew her desire for ass play. She doubted he had ever had this opportunity before, so she spread her legs even wider apart so he could see everything she offered him. Finally he spoke.

"Mom, do you fuck yourself in the ass all the time?" 

"Only when I can't get someone else to do it for me," she answered brazenly. She started to push back against his finger, fucking herself with it. She felt him move another finger up and she stopped for him to ease it into her ass as well. As she felt her son's finger extend inside her rectum, she knew this was enough, as the rising tide of an orgasm approached. Her ass was so hyper-sensitive that once she started, it was only satisfied when it was sore.

The two fingers stretched the ring of her ass and sent wonderful signals of sexual energy too her pussy, but there was so much more to this event. This time it was not some guy she picked up, nor was it her wonderful husband Robert. The depravity of opening her ass to her own son made it some much more stimulating. It was so...wrong; incest! Sodomy! But she could not deny her desire for what she was doing. Her pussy fluttered and she moaned and soon felt her climax coming to a head. She pushed her ass back against her son's hand, ramming his two fingers into her anal passage and releasing the orgasmic flood within.

"Ohhh yes...oh my god yes...Ahhhhhh..."

Kyle never thought that finger fucking any woman's ass could bring her to such a powerful climax but his mother was having a complete orgasm. He grabbed her waist to steady her as her muscles quivered. It occurred to him that maybe it was not just the sexual stimulation itself, but also the thought of her own son making her cum. It was certainly turning him on and his cock stiff and swollen with desire for his mother.

When her climax receded, Kimberly lifted herself and moved forward a bit, so she could rest on the kitchen counter, her long hair covering her head like a shroud. She lazily looked back at her son Kyle as her slowly withdrew his fingers from her ass. He was staring at her sphincter as he pulled them out, watching as her flesh distended around his fingers like it did not want to release them. Kimberly looked down to see his long cock pointing straight out and knew she wanted more.




Kimberly and Her Younger Son



"That was so good that I think I want more," she purred. "Is there something else you can stick in there?" Kyle moaned in response to her words and the inviting look she gave him. She reached back with one hand and pulled her ass open even more, exposing her red, horny shit hole to her son's eyes... and his cock. Kyle may have been new to ass-fucking, but he had read some about it and realized that it would be easier if there was some lubrication. 

"Just stay like that, don't move," he hissed. He moved over to the small eating table and grabbed the cruet of salad oil. Kyle moved back behind his mother and nestled his cock in the crack of her ass, then dribbled some of the oil down the crack of her ass and onto his cock. Kimberly felt the cool oil on her hot skin. Her son put the cruet on the counter and rubbed the oil around with the head of his shaft. It was such a wonderful tease that his mother arched her back and stuck her ass out even more as she waited for her son's long cock to enter. Even as hot as she was, she tensed when his cock started pressing against her sphincter.

"Oh God honey," she breathed. "Go slow at first."

He applied more pressure and she felt her asshole open to his entrance. She moved the hand on her ass to the counter in front of her and gripped it with both hands she moaned at the stretching she felt behind her as his shaft slowly made its way inside her rectum. 

She was experienced enough that she could ignore the minor pain to enjoy the feeling of having her ass spread open by a cock. Her body's natural reaction tightening sphincter muscles around Kyle's shaft. There was something so special and erotic to her in the feeling of having her backside forced open like that and the throbbing prick inside her; it drove her crazy. 

Looking back at her son she smiled at him. Kyle's eyes were wide open big and full of amazement at this new and exciting event. She brushed her hair to one side so she could watch her son's reaction as she pushed back against his cock and buried it further in her ass. She got another inch and there was no pain. Kimberly reached back and felt his cock, gauging how much was left. As full as she felt, there was still an inch or so left 

"Oh crap, mom" Kyle exclaimed, feeling her fingers on his root.

"It's OK honey," she soothed. "Just relax for now." She wanted all of him and she wanted him to last. She pushed inside her bowels to open her muscles, then pressed back more until she felt his thighs pressed against the firm globes of her ass. 

Kyle stared down as the remainder of his penis was consumed by his mother's beautiful ass until it was all the way inside. It was so good to have his cock wrapped in this tight hole. His girlfriend's cunt was tight but loosened up immediately. This was so different...so dirty! All those taboo words ran through his mind...incest...motherfucker...butt fucker...sodomy. He had dreamed and fantasized about sex with his mother; he had wondered about anal sex since he started watching porn videos on his computer. Now here he was with his cock completely buried in his own mother's rear end! It was like she wasn't his mother at all but more like his slut...his personal anal slut at that.

His mother moaned and started slowly moving, sliding herself back and forth on his shaft. Her husband was too big for her comfort but her son's wonderful penis was just the right size for her rectum. She had wanted the cock that filled her ass without tearing, with an owner that would be sensitive and she finally found one in her own son. It was like her whole body was tingling as all her nerve endings were sending messages of pleasure to her brain. 

"Oh God," she groaned. "This feels...so good." She needed him to know how wonderful it felt.

"Mom," he replied. "You have no idea how good it feels from my end. Your ass feels so incredibly tight." Kyle brushed her blond mane aside and grabbed onto her shoulders with both hands. He used his grip to hold her still and began to actively fuck her ass, slowly filling her with long strokes as he watched in amazement where his cock disappeared into her shit-chute. 

"So do you like fucking your own mother in her ass?" She found it exciting to actually use those words. She was her submissive slut, bending over as he slowly but steadily rammed her ass with long strokes of his cock. Her ass actually felt wet as it began to produce some form of lubrication while her son's rod started to speed the pace of thrusting.

A thought burst into her head. She was his mother...why should she submit to him? She suddenly felt the need to be in control; to assert her control on him once more. 

"Kyle stop!" she commanded. He stopped moving.

"What's wrong?" he asked, full of concern that she suddenly came to her senses and realized this was all wrong.

"I need you to sit in the chair," she directed him. He slid his cock out of her ass, leaving it feeling very open and empty. He paused for a moment, looking down as her sphincter gaped in front of him, then moved to the chair and sat down, looking up at his mother expectantly. Kimberly straightened up and walked over to him. She turned away from him and, standing between his legs, lowered her ass down onto his cock. There was a twinge of pain as his flared glans pushed through her sphincter again but the pleasure of being refilled was exquisite. 

"Oh shit," she exclaimed. "That is so good." 

Lowering herself further, she sat impaled on his long cock. The addition of her weight drove it further into her ass that his earlier thrusting and she loved the feeling of what was happening. Placing her hands on his knees and leaning forward, she was able to slowly lift herself up his shaft, feeling his long veined shaft coming out of her ass. That incredible sensation drew her eventual orgasm closer and she sank down, impaling her ass on Kyle's cock once more. She developed a rhythm as she moved up and down on her son, increasing the speed. 

Just as she felt her orgasm approach, her arms and legs began to get tired. She knew she was at the edge of her orgasm and the fatigue pushed her back from the climatic edge. She so desperately wanted this climax and it was starting to elude her. 

"Mom, I think...I'm going...to cum" Kyle panted. He reached his hands around and cupped her firm breasts, causing her to moan loudly. Just then Kimberly felt her son's cock throb and shoot his cum deep inside her bowels. As he did he squeezed her breasts and pulled her tight to his chest, which was enough to trigger her huge orgasm. With her head tilted back she screamed in total ecstasy as wave after wave of earth shattering pleasure spread from her rectum through her whole. Kyle held her upright as her body spasmed and shuttered in his lap, completely lost to the ravages of this incredible orgasm. Fluid shot from her pussy and dripped to the floor as she experienced torturous satisfaction that she wished would last forever. There was a distant awareness of her son's moans as he shot the last of his load into her ass but it was the waves of orgasm that were the focus of her attention.

It was a very long time before Kimberly could breathe normally. As her awareness to her surroundings grew, she found herself amazed at the quiet; her screaming had been so loud. Her wonderful son Kyle was still softly holding her breasts as her held her upright on his lap. Still trembling, she turned and brushed her long hair away from his face. She looked into his handsome face and saw the pleasure that she had given him She reach out and pulled his face to hers, kissing him passionately for a few moments. When she released him, she tenderly wiped the sweat from his brow. 

"Mom, I never knew it could ever be so good," he whispered in her ear.

"I'm sorry baby...I never should have let it get so out of hand," she whispered, her voice hoarse from her earlier screaming. "But that may have been the best orgasm I have ever had. Thank you."

"You're so welcome Mom." he whispered back. "You are so beautiful. I love you Mom."

They were both silent for a long time, as neither wanted the experience to end, but as Kyle's cock softened, it eventually was squeezed out by his mother's shrinking asshole. It was followed by a really gross sounding wet fart as the air he had stirred up and the cum he shot in her came out.

"Oh my God!" Kimberly exclaimed. "That is so gross!" but then they both started laughing. 

The beautiful blond relaxed back into her son, his arms cuddling around her as they shared the intimate afterglow of sex. Kyle looked up and could actually see a reflection of his mother in window of the oven door. As he moved his head a little he could see her legs open and her swollen pussy lips could be seen just below that perfect patch of auburn pubic hair. 

He reached down to explore, his eyes watching the reflection as his fingers caressed her soft pubic hair before venturing down and sliding up and down her labia. His mother's legs spread further apart in reaction to his touch, and she groaned an exhausted groan.

"Mom," he whispered into her ear. "Your pussy is very wet."

"I think you made me squirt, honey" she answered softly.

"If you look at the oven window just right, you can see how wet you are." Turning her head around, she found that she too could see his fingers caressing the entrance to her pussy. It was so erotic to feel her son's fingers enter her pussy at the same time she watched. Kyle fingered her for a few moments as they watched in the oven window, then pulled them out and lifted his hand so they could both see; the two fingers were glistening with wet juices and there were a couple drops running down towards his wrist.

"Wow," he said in amazement. "You're dripping!" He brought the fingers to his mouth. "But you still taste good." He smiled an evil smile and moved his fingers to her mouth. 

"Taste," he commanded. The command shocked her. She thought she had resumed control yet when he commanded she suddenly had the desire to taste her juices. Opening her mouth, she allowed him to put his fingers on her tongue and then closed her lips around them. The taste was like sour honey...tangy sweetness...plus a hint of spice. It seemed so degrading to suck her own juices from his fingers but she wanted more. With a groan she submitted herself totally to his control.

"More...please." It came out almost as a plea. Kyle smiled at her and moved his hand back down to her crotch. The fingers went in again and Kimberly inhaled sharply as this time he pushed them deep. As her son moved his fingers deep into her cunt, Kimberly found herself unable to hold still. Even after the exhausting total orgasm she just experienced, she seemed to be able to start up all over again. When he brought his fingers back to her mouth, she was overcome with the desire for that taste and grabbed his wrist to hold the fingers in her mouth as she sucked them clean.

Her out-of-control desire and the way she moved her ass in his lap brought new life back to Kyle's manhood. They both felt his cock stir as it grew up the dripping wet crack of her ass. The taste of her own juices on the fingers in her mouth and the feel of his hard cock against her ass were driving her totally made with desire all over again. She realized that she was becoming a complete sexual addict. 

Kyle wrapped his arm back around his mother as she sat in his lap, cupping her handful of breast as his other returned to her dripping pussy. The finger-fucking he started to give her was like fresh water to a shipwrecked sailor, her desire was so strong. She rubbed herself against his fingers and felt his hard cock rubbing against her ass at the same time

"Oh God," she moaned, closing her eyes as she lost herself again. "I need...I...want...your cock," she gasped. "Pleeease."

"Where do you want my cock?" He whispered into her ear with a smile.

"Too dirty...pussy," she said between deep shuttering breaths. "My...ass...back...in...my...ass." Kyle moved his hand from her breast and Kimberly leaned forward. Her son took hold of his long shaft and pressed in against her still wet and swollen back hole. As Kimberly leaned back, his thick cockhead re-entered her ass. That stretching sensation was so exquisite that it set her off already.

"OH CRAP!" She screamed, filling the house with her voice. "I'M CUMMING!" Her body spasmed and shook through yet another climax. As it did, her rectal muscles tightened and relaxed, allowing her son's anal probe deeper and deeper into her. The long slow entry in turn prolonged the orgasmic sensations to the point that it felt not like repeated waves but one long plateau of extreme pleasure. For nearly three minutes she shuttered and moaned as she slid down his shaft, only to spend another two minutes at the bottom still shacking from the experience.

When she was able to function again she realized that her son, the ever patient lover, was sitting very still under her with his full long cock in her ass. It was still hard and ready to go. He had already cum twice tonight and was holding back yet another. The sexual stamina of youth was so wonderful. His fingers were still in her pussy as well, unmoving as if waiting for her to be ready again.

Again? How many time had she cum? Her body was beyond 'glistening' with perspiration; sweat was dripping off of her. Much of her wonderfully fluffy hair was plastered to her neck and shoulders. Her face was likely a horrid mess of red, flushed skin and streaky make-up, her eyes red with the tears she had cried.

The fingers in her pussy moved and started to fuck her again. God...he played her like an instrument. Where did her son learn so much! Or was she just so obvious? As his fingers went deeper into her pussy, she realized that for the first time, both of her holes full at the same time. It was so incredibly exciting to be so full, to have so much of her sexual system receiving stimulation. An even more horrid thought came to her: What would it be like to have men pumping their cocks into her at the same time? In a moment's thought, she pictured herself with both her son and her husband inside her. That image set her off again.

"MORE!" she howled. "FUCK...MY...ASS!" she yelled in time with her lifting herself up and down on his cock.

Kyle could not believe what was happening. His mother was completely consumed by her insatiable desire, lifting herself up off his lap so that she can drop back down again, forcing his cock deep into her ass. Her pussy leaked juice around his thrusting fingers as he pleasured her pussy. Her anus was so stretched and loose at this point that his cock slid in and out with ease. 

Kimberly's arms and legs were tired and her ass was becoming painful but she ruthlessly drove towards her own orgasm. At this point, she did not even care if Kyle came or not, but she needed her own climax. Over and over she lifted her body up and then drove back down to bury his wonderful shaft in her ass until the base of his cock pressed against her anal ring. The sweat was pouring off her body as she forced her body onto the shaft of meat over and over while her son's fingers were filling her pussy. 

"OH GOD...OH GOD!" she yelled between breaths, then "AHHH." The rest of the noise was loud but totally unintelligible. This climax crashed down on her like a tsunami, totally engulfing her body in absolutely uncontrollable convulsions. Every nerve in body was firing while all her muscles contracted and relaxed...and all she could do was scream.

All the motion drove Kyle into orgasm as well and he loosed another load, much smaller than before, into his mother's ass. He tried to hold on to his mother in his lap but she thrashed about and ripped herself off his cock and fell to the floor. Kyle grabbed his cock as the pain of her pulling off so abruptly mixed with his orgasm. But the pain quickly faded as he watched his mother trash about on the floor. She curled up into a fetal position and shook and shivered like she was hypothermic. He wondered what he should do...or if she would be ok. 

For Kimberly, she truly experienced what the Japanese call the "little death" of a sexual climax. He skin was totally flushed with heat and she could not stop her body from shacking as fireworks exploded over and over in her head. Cum oozed out her ass from Kyle's latest assault as her own pussy juice leaked from her vagina.

Kyle reached out to try and sooth his mother but at the touch of his hand to her skin she immediately brushed his hand away. Kyle was shocked at how hot her skin felt; it was like she was lying in the sun. Obviously even the touch of his hand was too much for her at the moment. Her went to the sink and wet a towel and laid it on her neck and shoulders to cool her, then poured a glass of water and waited for her to calm down.

When Kimberly recovered, it was almost like awakening from a coma. She was completely disoriented and just looked about in a daze. Kyle helped her to a sitting position and cuddled her in his arms. 

"What happened?" she stammered.

"You had another orgasm mom," he told her as he held her tenderly. "It was really big. Here, drink this." He put the glass of water to her lips. She drank most of the glass without stop. When she stopped, she turned her head and looked up at her son. In his eyes she saw fear...and love. The mother-son love they had before was now morphed into the love shared between two lovers. 

She sat there for a moment examining where her life was now. Her new relationship with Kyle did not diminish the love she had for her husband Robert. And with his family history of incest, he would probably be ok with this as long as he was her number one. But until Robert came home, she was Kyle's and would give herself completely to him for anything he wanted at any time. 

"Thank you, baby," she whispered as her body shivered one last time.

"Mom, I love you," he answered into her ear. He helped her to her feet, then picked her up and carried her to her room. He helped her into the shower and washed her body with soft and gentle caresses, holding her up so she would not fall in her weakened state. When they were done, he dried her and helped her into her bed. She was asleep in moments.

Kyle returned to the kitchen and cleaned up the mess, mopping the body fluids off the floor and chair. The room smelled of their sex and he opened the window to let fresh air in, even if it would heat the room some. Then he made himself a big sandwich and wolfed it down with a huge glass of water. As he put his dishes in the dishwasher he stopped and stared at it. It seemed ages ago that he had walked up to his mother as she was loading the dishes. He smiled at the memory. Finishing up in the kitchen, he made his mother a small sandwich and another glass of water. 

He walked back into her bedroom and found her completely asleep. She was so beautiful with her hair spread on the pillow around her head and her wonderful body outlined under the thin sheet. Placing the food and glass on the nightstand next to her head, he just stood there and gazed at her sleeping. He resisted the temptation to lie down next to her; it was his father's bed after all. Instead her went to his room and collapsed into his bed...tomorrow would be soon enough to deal with future issues.



Kimberly & Lori



I am in heaven. I just showered after kissing, fondling, sucking and fucking the sexiest woman in the world. I've wanted her for three years and as it turns out, she's wanted me all during that time and hasn't been able to understand what it took for me to get turned on. Wow, it's amazing how two people can both want something so bad and neither one knows it.

I'm married to a sweet girl, very good-looking and very sexy but uptight when it comes to sex. She just can't relax and let the good times roll. I love her though and intend on being her husband for all time. My story begins shortly after I started dating Lori. I was invited over to her house to meet her family. I was 30 at the time and Lori was 20. When I arrived at her parents' house, Lori's younger sister, Kimberly, opened the front door. Well as good looking as Lori is, compared to Kimberly, Lori's a 5. Kimberly was 18 at the time. She stands about 5'3", weighs 105 pounds, has the most beautiful blue eyes on the planet, and has a body that measures about 36C-21-34 and is flat out gorgeous. She had big blonde hair, wavy and curly, just perfect for wrapping all around my cock. When she said hello, I just about fell to the ground. Her voice alone makes a man want to rip his cock out and stick it in her mouth. I literally got a hard-on standing at the door. Now that I know she always wanted me, I am able to see all the things she did to let me know. Too bad I was so dumb ... she could be my wife and I could have been fucking her all day, every day.

It was a hot summer day in Florida. She was bra-less and wore a tank top just thick enough to conceal the color of her nipples. But the way they stuck out was noticed right away. I wanted to reach out and squeeze them. She had on cut-offs cut so short that half her ass-cheeks were exposed. I wanted to kiss her ass, I wanted to tongue her asshole. She stepped aside to let me enter. Now I know that she made certain I brushed against her tits on the way through the door. It's one of those things you don't forget, the feel of her tits rubbing against my arm as I passed her by. She called for Lori and then sat down on the floor in front of me and did some stretching exercises. Now I know that she was doing everything possible to tell me to get down on the floor, rip her shorts off and ram my cock up her cunt. 

All those times I thought it looked like she might be wet ... she was. She told me that the second she saw me she thought she'd be taking me away from her sister. She told me she spotted my 8" bulge and was moist at once. She told me that when I sat down on the couch to wait for Lori she thought about crawling over to me. She wanted to put her face in my crotch just to smell my cock. If she had done that I would have fucked her right there and then. Lori would have come out to say hello only to see her sister impaled on her boyfriend's stiff, hot cock. I thought she was shy because when I spoke with her she didn't look me in the eye, now I know she was staring at my cock. The little sexpot actually started doing push-ups. Mr. Smart-guy thought she was exercising. She told me she figured if I saw the weight and fullness of her tits going up and down, I'd jump out of the couch and slam my cock up her ass. 

Well Lori came into the room, surveyed the situation and told Kimberly to get out of there. I just figured she wanted us to have privacy. I guess a woman knows when another woman is making a play for her man. Lori sat down next to me and put her hand on my cock. Now I know, she was checking to see how excited Kimberly had made me. She found out because my cock was fully erect and was hot enough to melt lava. I always wondered why one minute she grabbed my cock and the next minute she acted hurt ... weird.

I didn't see much of Kimberly for the next year. Lori usually just slipped out the door when I arrived to pick her up. I saw her at their brother's wedding. Both Lori and Kimberly and their older sister Mary were bridesmaids. I was an usher. Their dresses were very hot. I remember looking at all three sisters and wondering how the hell one family could have that much beauty. Of course their mom is pretty hot too. Kimberly had come over to say hello at the reception and I kept looking at her cleavage. I wanted to dive down the top of that dress and wallow in those gorgeous tits as I slid down to the sweetest tasting pussy in the South. 

Kimberly is expressive when she talks so I thought nothing of it when she kept touching me while she talked to me. I enjoyed her touch but didn't think she meant anything by it. Now I know why Mary came over and shooed Kimberly away. Mary, one year older than Lori, hung around talking to me so I just stared at here tits instead. She's the one in the family with the biggest titties; I'm guessing 38D's. She just has a way of acting superior to everyone. More than once I thought I ought to just shove my cock in her mouth to shut her up. Later that night, Kimberly asked me to dance to a slow dance. I got her in my arms just long enough to feel her tits pressed against my chest when Mary cut in. It was great feeling her tits against my chest too, but it was Kimberly that I wanted to fuck. Well, let's say it was Kimberly I wanted to fuck most. Now that I've fucked Kimberly, I probably ought to get Mary and maybe their mom too. 

Lori and I got married about a year ago. Now I know that there was a lot of flirtation going on all during the past couple of years. At our wedding, when Kimberly kissed me in congratulations, she wasn't drunk when she slipped me the tongue. I pulled away when I should have sucked her tongue down my throat. Lori and I moved out of state for a job opportunity. We've only been here for a couple of months. Kimberly called Lori the first week we were here to make plans for a visit. Lori asked me if it would be okay for her sister to visit us for a couple of weeks. I said, yeah, I guess so. Good thing she didn't grab my cock again or she would have told Kimberly she couldn't visit.

Well guess who had the task of picking Kimberly up at the airport. You guessed it. Lori has a meeting all day and night so she asked me if I'd mind terribly picking Kimberly up. I felt like saying, only if I have to put her down after I pick her up. I met her at the gate about three hours ago. Oh what a beauty. Every guy in the place staring at her and she's hanging onto my arm and just acting thrilled to see me. After we got her luggage, we hopped in the car to drive home. I guess Kimberly decided it was time to be direct. Once we were out on the freeway for our half-hour drive, Kimberly reclined her seat just a little, enough to accentuate her puffy pussy. She reached down and rubbed her pussy on the outside of her shorts. I looked over in amazement. She said, "Charlie, I know how to rub my pussy very, very well. But, I do believe you know how to rub it even better. I'm tired of waiting around for you to take the hint. Are you going to finger my pussy or not? " "Are you serious?" I stuttered.

She arched her hips upward and slipped her shorts down past her knees. She spread her legs to reveal her shaven pussy and a very swollen clit. She took my trembling hand and placed it on that love-nest. Her pent up desire was obvious. She was torrentially wet. I had hardly touched her clit when she screamed out her first orgasm of the afternoon. I thought, damn, I'm good. I guess my pent up desire was pretty obvious too because when she pulled my charged up cock out of my pants that thing was bigger than I'd ever seen it. She wrapped her lips around it and stroked me to a 15-second explosion. I felt like a teenager. She came up and kissed me. I thought she was going to try to get me to taste my own cum, which I don't like. But I was wrong; she'd swallowed it all. I was hard already. She pulled her top off and I was hot and hard. I'm telling you, her tits are perfect. I had to pull off the road so I could suck on her nipples. They were so erect and reactive. My tongue caused her to moan non-stop. I told her we had to hurry up and get home because if I didn't fuck her soon, I was going to pass out. We pulled into the garage, She yanked my pants off, I stuck my cock in her cunt and she hollered, "Oh you're so big sweet lover. Give it to me babe. Fuck meeeee."

I carried her all the way up to the guest bedroom impaled on my cock. I laid her down and stared at her tits while I stroked in and out of her hot, juicy pussy. 

"Oh, Charlie, I want to fuck you forever, I love you so. Give it to me baby."

"Kimberly, your tits are gorgeous. You're gorgeous."

"Suck on my tits. Suck on my nipples. Give me hickeys all over my tits. Oh Charlie, my love come true."

I fucked her while I sucked all over her tits. I gave her about twenty hickeys. I reached down with a moist finger and stroked her asshole. She told me I could fuck that later but for now she wanted my cum to shoot all the way up her cunt. I fucked her hard and then we'd grind and then we'd fuck and then we'd grind. I leaned down and kissed her. She had a hand on both sides of my face and she sucked on my tongue. We both came at the same time. She lay on top of me, her magnificent tits in my hands.

"Charlie, I've wanted you since I first saw you. Since then, I've wanted you more and more every day. My only sadness is that you married Lori and not me. But if you'll fuck me on a regular basis, I guess I can live with it."

"I'll fuck you Kimberly, anytime you want it."

"I'll want it anytime you're around, even when you're not. I've never wanted any man like I want you, not even close. I turn down dates so I can stay home and masturbate thinking about you. You have been my dream and you will be forever. If you'll have me, no other man will ever touch me again."

"Damn, girl, that's fine." I was hard again, although not ready to come. I rolled her over so she was on top of me, lying on her back. I played with her tits, tugging on her pink nipples. She moaned. I rubbed some of her pussy juice on the head of my cock and pointed it at her asshole. She just moaned as I slipped a little in. She sat up and started working my cock. Up eight inches, down eight inches, up eight inches, down eight inches. 

"Give it to me babe. I want your cock up my ass. Imagine Lori walking in and watching us. Would you like Lori to watch us honey?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so, if she liked it."

"If she liked it? Are you kidding, Lori would be all over this once she got used to it."

"I don't think so. Lori's kind of uptight about sex."

"Uh, Charlie, Lori's kind of uptight about sex with a man. Not with a woman."

"What?" I couldn't believe my ears.

"Charlie, Lori and I have licked each other's pussy's since we were 12 and 14. I've got a plan that might make it so I can stay with you guys and love you and fuck you for the rest of my life." The thought of Lori eating out her sister had me hard enough to come again and I shot my load up Kimberly's ass. We agreed it was time to take a break and to shower. So now that I've showered, once I'm dressed I'll be joining Kimberly in kitchen to hear her plan.

I was a little nervous about Kimberly's plan but she was so confident and I wanted to fuck her for the rest of my lie, it certainly was worth a shot. She told me she loved me and not to worry, this was very important to her. She said she wanted to be with me forever. She told me there was no way she'd lose me now that she finally had me 

That night when Lori got home, my car was parked down the block and I was outside on the patio. Lori wouldn't be able to see me but I'd be able to stand there watching Kimberly's plan unfold. I saw Lori enter the kitchen and I saw Kimberly rise up to greet her. They hugged each other. I saw Lori look around the room and Kimberly must have told her I was out for awhile. Then I saw Kimberly lift her top up and over her head and I saw my wife lean forward and suck on her sister's hickey covered tits. She squeezed them and dropped to her knees. Kimberly stepped out of her shorts and offered her pussy to Lori for a good licking. 

My, my, my. It was something to stand there watching my wife eating pussy. Kimberly was greatly enjoying Lori's tongue because she erupted within moments. The next thing I saw was Kimberly remove Lori's clothing. Lori looked more excited than I'd ever seen. After Kimberly kissed her tits, she stuck a finger up Lori's cunt and she worked it over pretty good. Lori was crying out in ecstasy. Then Kimberly strapped on a fake cock and pointed the head of it at Lori's cunt-hole. Lori took it in happily. At about the time it was buried up to the hilt is when I walked in silently. I pulled my pants down and slid up next to Lori who was so busy fucking her sister she didn't see me arrive. Kimberly looked at my cock and moaned. I smiled at her. I put the head of my cock up to Lori's lips. Her eyes opened and she looked scared. I stroked her cheek, leaned down and kissed her, fondled her tits and urged her to kiss my cock. 

"Oh, Charlie, I don't know what to say."

"It's okay baby, don't say anything, just let your sister fuck you while you suck my cock."

"Suck his cock Lori, if you don't, I swear I will." Kimberly moaned.

Lori reached up and grabbed my cock and said, "Charlie, I love your cock. I'm so lucky to have such a big cock."

"Well, then suck on it baby. Make me come."

Lori sucked my cock and I humped her mouth. She worked it better than she ever had before. Kimberly pulled out of her pussy and came around to lick my balls. Kimberly suggested to Lori that the two of them take me up to bed and give me a good fucking. Lori said that was a good idea. We got up to the bedroom and I lay down on my back. Kimberly sat on my face and Lori slid my cock up her hot pussy. She fucked better than ever before too. They leaned toward each other and kissed while they played with each other's tits. After a while they switched positions. Once I had my cock up Kimberly's tight little cunt, I knew I'd explode soon. I licked Lori very well because she came just as I shot my wad deep within her sister's pussy. The three of us lay next to each other, each of them facing me, kissing my nipples and playing with my sore but happy cock. Lori said, "Hey guys, I've got an idea. How about if Kimberly moves in with us and we spend the rest of our lives together. We could all fuck all the time. Charlie, you could have two wives who love you."

Kimberly hugged me, gave me a kiss and answered, "What a good idea Lori, I think I could grow to love Charlie."

My aching, sore, swollen cock started to get hard again as I felt their nipples rise with excitement. Kimberly whispered in my ear, "I'll love you forever Charlie, now hurry up and fuck me for the rest of my life."



Kimberly & the Giant Prick



(c) Copyright 2002

I prowled the hotel lobby like a jungle cat, nerves a-tingle and senses alert, waiting impatiently for the moment to come that had been so long awaited. The moment when all the promises of the past two months would either be realized or abandoned.

Would she show? Would she have the guts to go through with it? Only time would tell, and time was running out.

The hotel staff watched me cautiously out of the corners of their eyes, their inability to challenge my right to be there inbred over the centuries. Was I there to rob them or to inflict pain on one of their other guests, or was I simply waiting for someone, as I had mentioned? Whatever my motivation for being there, the level of tension would certainly relax when I left and the sooner the better.

"What you reckon he waiting for, Jimmy?"

"I don' know honey, but I be glad when he gone. He give me de creeps. Looky them muscles under that shirt, all ripplin' and flexin'. I hope ain' nobody gon' git cut."

"You and me, too, honey. Sho nuff."

"Sho nuff."

Nine o'clock! Nine fucking o'clock! She said she'd be here by seven at the latest. Maybe she had car trouble. Maybe she was stranded on the side of the fucking highway, beside the bayou while those redneck bastards in the 18-wheelers whizzed by, side by side, infuriating the traffic they were holding up. That stretch of Interstate was one of the worst in the country. The road surface was terrible and the fucking rednecks jammed the two narrow lanes. It was always a relief to get past it in either direction and let the hammer down again.

Driving cross country with the radio turned up on some good shit-kicking country or blues, with my dick in my hand, jacking off to the beat while the miles melted away. Man, what a way to cross the country! Stop for barbecue once in a while and drive on with a smile on my face.

Kimberly wrote me an e-mail. Said she really liked my stories. Said she got off on the ones about the grandfather fucking his granddaughters. Couldn't blame her. I got off on them, too. Said she was 23. I wondered why she liked stories about grandfathers fucking. Did she have fantasies about her grandfather? 

My eyes snapped to the front door, but it was obviously not her. She had sent me pictures so I would recognize her. They showed a young, vibrant person with bright, questing eyes. We had begun an exchange of letters through the e-mail system. Do you like this? Would you do that? What turns you on? Can we meet somewhere? That was the big one. It required a huge leap of faith.

Gradually, she learned to have more and more faith in me and to realize that I meant her no harm. She opened herself up to me across the miles and even gave me her phone number so we could chat, late at night, when our hormones called.

What was keeping her? Should I go looking for her? Was she hurt? I felt badly about asking her to drive so far to meet me, but she was terrified that someone might see her with an old fart like me if I came to her town, and word would get back to her parents. I should have sent her a plane ticket. I mentally kicked my ass for not pushing that option, but she didn't like flying, she said.

Unable to endure the stress of waiting any longer, I wandered outside, into the muggy heat of the city. Faint sounds of music and laughter drifted toward me on the thick air. Tantalizing smells of delicious southern style cooking wafted around my nostrils. At least waiting was more enjoyable out here than in the sullen hotel lobby.

My aimless strolls began to take longer and longer loops. As I passed a car at the curb for about the fifth time, I happened to glance in and see a woman behind the wheel who could be her. If it was her, what was she doing and why didn't she get out of the car and come to meet me?

Taking a chance that I might wind up in the slammer for approaching a strange woman on the street at night, I screwed up my nerve and tapped on her window. "Excuse me," I said. "Are you waiting for someone named Wyden?"

"Oh, thank goodness! It's you! I was scared to death it was somebody else and I didn't know how to get in touch with you or what I was going to do if that wasn't you."

"How long have you been sitting here? Why didn't you come into the hotel?"

She mumbled something I couldn't understand.

"What?"

"I said I can't get out of the car. You get in and I'll tell you the rest." She unlocked the passenger door and I slid in.

"Well, I'm really relieved to see you," I told her. "I was beginning to get worried that something had happened to you and it would be all my fault."

"Well, you're partly right. Something has happened to me and it's partly your fault."

"What? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm not hurt. I'm sitting in a pool of cum and it's all your fault. On the way over here I kept thinking about how big you claim your dick is and it got me so horny that I got myself off with my fingers. You should be tickled. You know I can't ever get off with just my fingers. I have to have some kind of toy or something to tickle me just right and sometimes it takes a long time, but tonight while I was driving and thinking about you sticking that big dick in me, I got so hot that it only took a little tickling and I was cumming all over the place. The worst part was that I don't ever squirt when I cum and tonight I have squirted so much my dress is ruined. I can't walk in that hotel lobby looking like this. I had no idea how bad it was until just before I got here. My seat cooled off enough for me to realize what a pool I was sitting in and I stuck my hand down there. Boy, what a mess! And it's all your fault."

What a speech! All I could do was to gape at her with my mouth open.

"You better close your mouth or I'll stick a tit in it," she threatened.

"Promises, promises," I teased, opening my mouth as wide as it would go, knowing that she wouldn't dare expose her tits in such a public place.

She looked around one time, very quickly and unbuttoned her blouse far enough to lift one of her massive tits above her bra and shove it in my face.

As my mouth closed hungrily over her erect nipple, she went on. "You keep telling me how I need to loosen up and be more adventurous. How's that for adventurous, big shot?"

"Umhumh," I moaned as I sucked. My hand reached for her swampy cunt. Damn! She sure was right about that problem. It really turned me on to think that I had been at least partially responsible for her condition. My hopes for the weekend soared.

"Tell you what," I offered. "You probably have some kind of sweater with you. Why don't you tie it around your waist, to cover your ass while we walk through the lobby? By the time anybody starts to wonder why you're wearing it that way, we'll be in the elevator."

Her eyes shone brightly at the suggestion and we were soon in that elevator, heading up to our room. As soon as the doors closed on us, she ripped her blouse open and hauled out both of those beautiful suckers for me to enjoy.

Damn, when Kimmie gets rolling, she puts the pedal to the metal! I lapped happily away until the doors opened and there stood a little old man and a little old lady, staring at us with a glazed expression on their faces.

"Thanks, GrandPa. I needed that," Kimmie told me brightly as we scooted past the old folks, heading for our room. Her jugs were still swinging free and had apparently hypnotized the old fucker. His head looked like one of those tacky wagging-head dog toys some people put in the back window of their cars because they think they are so damned cute. His old lady was beating the shit out of his arm, but I don't think he was aware of it. He was still peeking out when the doors closed around his nose.

Kimmie giggled and grabbed my arm, smashing it against all that luscious tit flesh. "Come on, GrandPa. I want to see if you were lying about that big dick." She was on a high. I sniffed her breath to see if she had any help from Mr. Daniels, but apparently, her high was completely natural.

"Now, you want to be a little gentle with me," I begged. "I've never done anything like this before."

"You asshole! All the shit you've told me about doing and here I'm the actual virgin and you want me to take it easy on you. I'm going to fuck your horns off, old man. You won't be able to get it up for a week after I'm gone. In fact, I'll be very surprised if you can get out of bed at all for a few days. I've been saving up for this night all my life and I'm going to ride you till you founder. Now get your ass in that room and get naked. Mama's hot to trot and don't care who knows it!"

Was this the quiet child who wrote me those sensitive, loving letters about firelight and candle light and bearskin rugs and sensitivity and all that shit? She had one hand on my crotch and one on hers as we neared our room. Apparently, she had lost all reticence once she had talked herself into meeting me. After all, what was the point of driving all this way if she were going to choke up and be little Miss Frigid about the whole thing? Might as well cut the binders loose and let the chips fall wherever.

I was really getting caught up in her enthusiasm and to regain most of the excitement I had been feeling until concern for her welfare had caused me to lose my focus, which was generally centered within about seven inches of my crotch.

The door finally cooperated and we managed to slink in before waking up everybody on our floor.

Now that the door was closed, I was feeling much more in control again. She had caught me very much off guard from the first time I saw her at the curb until now and I needed a familiar drill to get me back in synch.

I reached for the cold bottle of champagne and popped the cork before pouring us each a sip. The candles I had placed around two hours before were burning down, but they were still burning. There was a row of them forming an alleyway into the bathroom.

I put my glass down on the nightstand and went behind her to help her out of her clothes. She hesitated only momentarily before seemingly sucking it up and letting me go ahead. It must have been pretty tough for her, but she never said anything. My hands found several things to keep them occupied while her clothes were falling in a pile around her.

"It isn't fair for you to be the only one with clothes on. Let me help you off with that." She untied my tie. I had been prepared to take her out to dinner if she was in the mood. We might still go out later, but it was beginning to look as if we each carried with us what the other one would be eating tonight.

My clothes formed a small mountain on top of hers and we headed for the bathroom hand in naked hand. The scented water was pretty cold by now, so I freshened the hot while covering her body in small kisses. Goose bumps covered her. Maybe it was the coolness of the room. Maybe it was the fact that she was naked in the bathroom with a guy she had actually met for the first time only about fifteen minutes ago.

I helped her step into the warm, scented water and get comfortable before turning on the Jacuzzi jets. What was the point of going this far to meet someone if you didn't go for the optional Jacuzzi?

"Mmmmmmh." She gave a contented sigh as I began my massage. I couldn't keep my hands from finding those magnificent tits with their delicious strawberries on the tips. Her muscles were knotted up along the tops of her shoulders, but now was not the time to get into those, so I concentrated on other things. By the time I got back to the muscles, she would be more relaxed and they would respond better.

Kimmie laid her head back against my swollen dick as I sat behind her to rub soothing oils into her back and front. Her hair tickled me as she lolled her head around, almost making me shoot off in her bath water. I had to move to the other end of the tub to slow myself down.

Taking up a seat at the foot of the tub, I lifted one of her feet into my lap and rested it on my dick as I massaged it. I noticed with satisfaction that one of her hands had stolen its way to her pussy and was teasing her pink lips as she surrendered her feet to me.

The problem with most massages is that they stop too soon. Giving a good massage is hard work and most people can't or won't keep it up as long as they should. I continued until I saw Kimmie's head drooping. I got a couple of towels and gently got her out without disturbing her drowsy state and got her into the bed.

"Just lie back now and imagine I'm somebody sexy," I told her as I slid down toward the foot of the bed. She had no way of knowing about the assortment of surprises I had planned for her.

At first, I simply smelled her--all over. I put my nose about a half inch from her skin and went all over her body, just getting the scent of her. I wanted to know what she really smelled like before I started with the scented oils.

There's something about oil on skin that is very sensuous. Sometimes it's worth a trip to the beach, just to have an excuse to rub your body all over with oil. My dick is about ten shades of brown darker than the rest of my body because of all the extra oil that's been rubbed on it at the beach. (I like nude beaches!)

I guess Kimmie felt the same sort of way about oil on her skin, from the way she moaned and flopped about as I rubbed it into her, paying extra special attention to the best parts. In order to get the oil to properly cover nipples, they must be very slowly stretched and pinched a bit, to increase the blood supply. This heats the nipple a bit and allows the oil to soak in better. (Or something like that.)

My dick was drooling precum continuously, leaving snail trails all over her legs and back as I moved her around and sat on her at various places to make sure no part of her body was left out.

That downgrade that ends at the junction between thigh and belly has always been one of my weaknesses. I once had a sports car that had a fender joint that reminded me of this place. It's the only car I ever had that I enjoyed waxing so much.

I waxed Kimberly's junction, over and over. I rolled her over and waxed her sphincter a bit, just to make her wonder.

We had plenty of time. The more time I took in the buildup, the harder she would cum and the harder she came, the harder I would.

I had been working on her for something like an hour by this time. Her nervousness had completely disappeared, to be replaced by a sense of calm and release of tension. She obviously felt that she was in safe hands that would do her no harm.

Now it was time to graduate from sensual to sexual.

Up to this point, I had not touched her pussy. It lay there, completely exposed and ripe as a peach, but I was waiting until I saw the proper sign before moving forward.

Then it came. Her hips began an unconscious, involuntary rolling motion. They would start by raising her mound off the bed several inches, then rotating it in a corkscrew motion as she lowered her ass to the bed, almost as if her subconscious self were screwing an imaginary lover. That's what I had been waiting for.

I positioned my face just above the highest point she reached on the upswing. When her pussy lips came within a fraction of an inch from my lips, I would blow gently, a little puff of air on the hairs lining the fringe of her pussy.

Time after time she raised herself toward my lips, sometimes higher and higher, trying to make closer contact with the barely felt source of pleasure, but I kept just out of her reach for a long time.

The next time she raised her cunt toward my face, my tongue was sticking out hard and straight, like a spear. It penetrated the walls of her cunt for the first time and I felt an answering shiver from her.

The next time she came up, my tongue was once more in my mouth, depriving her of the passive thrill. Ten, fifteen, twenty more revolutions of her pelvis occurred before she once more felt the spear between her lips. Afterwards, it was there more often, but never on a regular rhythm, so she never knew when to expect it.

Slowly, I slid my hand under her and allowed the weight of her body to drive my finger just barely into her puckered back door. No pressure from me. If she wanted it in there, she would have to come and get it. At first, she held most of her weight off my finger to prevent it from penetrating.

As she became more accustomed to the game, she began to allow more and more of her weight to settle around my finger as she relaxed. Then she began actively pushing back against it--harder and harder-until it was embedded up to the first joint.

From time to time, I gave my finger a little jiggle, just to remind her that it was there, and lowered my face far enough to glide my tongue all the way from the place where my finger disappeared to the place where her slit disappeared. Dragging it slowly through the entire path with a jiggle of the bottom finger at the end of each swipe was causing a fair amount of activity to increase under my lips.

By this time, her pussy was good and wet. I wasn't ready to fuck her, but it was time to introduce Mr. Dick to Miss Pussy.

I positioned myself at the base of her legs and flopped my dick on her belly, just above her clit.

Kimmie's eyes flew open and she looked at me questioningly, but I smiled and shook my head to let her know she wasn't about to lose her virginity just yet, so she relaxed again and let me continue.

I spread the lips of her pussy and laid my dick along the pink slit, then took her hand and laid it on top of my dick. She quickly picked up on what I wanted and began masturbating herself, using my dick as a dildo.

Few things turn me on more than the idea of a woman masturbating with a dildo, and when I'm attached to the dildo, it's even hotter.

Her practiced fingers searched out the spots she knew were the most sensitive and I watched with great interest to try to memorize the places and the types of motion that felt the best to her.

Very soon, her pace quickened and her body stiffened in the first stages of a massive orgasm. I tried not to move at all or to disturb her rhythm. Each person knows their own speed better than anyone else. I like to study the person and learn their preferences.

Kimmie's cunt was now so wet that my prick slipped between her lips a bit on each stroke up and down. At the top of the stroke, she would press it a little more against her clit before flipping it down through her slick outer lips and back up.

So far, she could technically still call herself a virgin. She had never actually been penetrated by a man, but she was millimeters away from it.

I never knew for sure whether her gyrations during her orgasm were pure lust or whether she was conscious enough to scoot forward just enough to lodge the tip of my dick in the entrance to her inner chamber, but as soon as it began to stretch her, her eyes rolled back into her head and she went completely limp.

Talk about an orgasm! She had apparently passed out, and we hadn't even fucked yet.

In Kimmie's mind, she was in a field of daisies, naked, and climbing up a giant prick, as big as a tree. When she looked up, she could see a huge, bulbous head far above her. She wanted so much to climb to the top and sit on it. She knew it would never fit inside her, but she wanted so much to rub her pussy all over it and to spread her juices across it--maybe even make it cum so she could watch the gigantic jets of milky cum rush out of the piss hole, between her widespread legs.

She climbed and she climbed and gradually reached the top. What a feeling of accomplishment! For a moment, she savored the view before spreading her legs as wide as she could stretch them and sitting with her hot, wet cunt splayed across the surface of cock meat. Her hand found the little feelgood button and stroked it.




Kimberly & the Giant Prick



She knew that there was no way she could get this giant prick in her little tight pussy, but she wanted to do it so bad. Maybe if she squirmed around a bit, a little of it would go inside.

I watched as Kimmie came back a little toward consciousness, but not quite all the way. Her hand was rubbing her clit and her pelvis was rocking up and down and gyrating against my cock head. It was still just barely lodged at the entrance to her inner lips, but it felt very good. Her slick juices ran down her cunt lips, flooding the area to help us finally consummate our plans.

I began to gently pump my hips back and forth, but without forcing anything. Within a little while, I could tell that the entire head was actually inside her pussy. No more virgin status for you, Kimmie Baby. You're a woman now!

"What did you say?" Her eyes were open and staring at me.

I smiled. "I didn't say anything."

"It sounded like you said, "You're a woman now."

"You only heard my thoughts, baby, but it's true."

She looked down and saw that a couple inches of my meat had disappeared inside her before realizing the reality of it. A big grin split her face.

"Yeah. I am, aren't I?"

"You certainly are and it's only going to get better from here on out. How does it feel?"

"I feel so full, like there couldn't possibly be room for more. Is it all the way in me?"

"That's just the head. I'm giving you time to adjust to the feeling."

"Just the head! Shit! You're going to split me wide open!"

"I'm not going to do anything to hurt you, Kimmie. When your body wants more of what it has, we'll feed it more, but it probably won't be able to take it all today."

"Oh!" She sounded so disappointed.

"Don't worry kid. We can always stick it in your ass."

"In my ass! Won't that hurt even worse?"

"No. In fact your ass has probably passed a lot of things bigger than the biggest thing you ever stuck in your pussy. Want to try it now or wait till later?"

"Let's try it later. Right now, I want to see how much I can take in my pussy."

"Ok. I'll just sit here and let you control the penetration. When you want more, just scoot toward me a little further. All this talk has made it shrink a little, so it will be a little easier to take."

"That's shrunk?" she asked, incredulously.

"You'll see." I don't usually brag about the size of my dick. I've seen enough pornos and enough guys in person that were much longer than me to think I have a right to brag. However, even though I have to stretch a little to make seven full inches in length, it's a lot further than that, going around. Even with only seven inches, I have had several women tell me it was too long and have lodged it in a friendly cervix now and then.

It is the girth of which I am proud, and which makes it hard to get a complete blow job. Most women simply can't get their mouth open wide enough to get the head back to their throat, so I have to be content with head action. Not that I would turn down any chance for a little head action.

Kimmie now had close to half of my tree stump lodged in her. A blissful smile creased her face. "I knew it! I knew I could get it all in!"

"Well, you could have fooled me. You looked so tight." I couldn't see any point in bursting her balloon. However, I couldn't resist one little lunge forward, about a half inch. Maybe I was trying to burst her balloon after all.

"Oh! My! Oh my! Ooooooooooh!"

I remained still as she began another series of convulsions, signaling that she was enjoying yet another result of our coupling. I hadn't cum yet, but I didn't need to. We were already doing what I enjoyed the most. As I have achieved a bit of age, my priorities have shifted so that it is in truth the journey that I savor, more than the goal. Once I cum, I lose interest in sex for five or ten minutes. As long as I hold myself back, I can fuck all night. I prefer the latter. My partners seem to feel the same way after they realize my failure to cum is a choice, not a lack of interest.

"Are we having fun, yet?"

Her eyes merely glistened at me as she nodded, very slowly. "Can you fuck my ass now?"

I loved it when she talked dirty.

"Let's go out and get something to eat. I saw a great looking soul food joint down the street that smelled so good from the outside. We can also pick up a couple of pats of butter while we're there."

"Butter?"

"Yep. It's the world's best ass lubricant. It will keep you from being sore tomorrow after I stick this rod up your ass." I pulled it out and waved it in her face.

"Give me that thing. I want to see if it's as big as you say it is." She opened her mouth wide and took as much as she could handle, but couldn't get her mouth open wide enough.

"Sorry," she murmured.

"Don't be sorry. Nobody has ever been able to do it. Just watch for a minute and I'll give you something to swallow."

I laid back and started to jack it off in front of her face. It really turns me on to have a woman watch me jack off. I grabbed it hard and yanked the skin all the way to the bottom, causing the head to swell enormously and start to turn purple. Boys weren't circumcised when I was growing up. It seems to me to be a cruel primitive practice. However, when I started dating in high school, the zipper on my jeans would often rip my foreskin loose from the root a little bit after a hot petting session. I got accustomed to a bit of blood on my fly when I got home. Eventually, there was no connection to the head, leaving me with a lot of loose skin that helps a lot when I whack off.

Kimmie watched in awe as my hand flew back and forth on my swollen shaft. She licked her lips in anticipation.

"Are you about to cum?" she breathed.

Her excitement pushed me over the edge. "I am now. Suck it baby."

She clamped her mouth over the end just in time to receive the first spurt and held on until my balls were dry.

"Wow! I never sucked a guy off before," she giggled.

"Did you like it?"

"Umn huh. Will you be able to go again?"

"Let's go eat, then we'll find out."

We dressed and headed out for some ribs and greens, with boiled cabbage, fried okra and pintos. Onions and pepper sauce and sweet tea complemented the delicious meal which left me feeling stuffed.

When we got back to our room and dumped the butter packets out of our pockets, we had enough to float a battleship. Maybe it would be enough--maybe not, but that's another story.



Kimberly Ch. 02



(My thanks again go to CambriaRose for her editing and advice. It's made these two chapters go much smoother with her help. To the reader, I truly hope you enjoy. It's been fun writing it.) 

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She would phone Kimberly on a daily basis and I tried where I could to give her as much privacy when she did. Karen would watch me sneak away and giggle; occasionally she would throw a cushion at me when I did. I would just throw it back and then went and sat on the porch until she was done. 

Jenna would also receive a call almost every other day with a request for supplies. Either she or her husband would leave them outside the door, knock once and then leave. I know she chose these times to keep Jenna up to date on what was going on, and yes, Jenna did tell her she was nuts. 

Over the next couple of days Karen kept us on a strict regime, I still insisted on fishing. Karen however retaliated and only let me out in shorts, a hat and a bottle of sun lotion. She, however, came along in the skimpiest bikini I had ever seen. Hell, I wasn't even sure the damn thing was legal and even then the top got lost within a few minutes of us both getting comfortable at the end of the jetty. My life had once again settled into a pattern, our morning and evening showers even got accomplished while the water was still warm from time to time as well. 

My life had once again become comfortable, well as comfortable as it could when you share a cabin with a naked woman. The sun had just started to dip over the mountains, that chill had just started to creep up on us both as we sat and watched the lake change color. Yet as beautiful as this evening was turning out to be, I just had to open my big mouth and put my foot firmly into it. I had been having a nagging feeling these last couple of days. Karen was getting antsy. 

Not at me but I could see her stare at us, even her questions started to get more off the wall, as though she was trying to find the right question to ask. I guess the answers she was looking for seem to elude her and to a person like Karen that seemed to be the ultimate 'square peg, round hole' syndrome and although she was being guarded about it, you could tell the frustration was getting to her. 

"This is all going to change again, isn't it?" I asked.

Karen sat for a moment contemplating my words. 

"Yes Bobby it is, I had hoped I had given you a big enough push for you to use that momentum on yourself. Oh how I wished I could have seen that."

I looked at her, she had a smile on her face, and her eyes had that faraway look about them as she dreamed of what should have been.

"So I stalled?"

Karen simply nodded her head, refusing to say anymore as we both packed our things away and started walking back to the cabin. I asked her if she thought I was being stubborn, her only reply was that I was being a man. With everything now put away and both of us naked again, Karen sat at the kitchen table. I could tell she was deep in thought yet she still pointed towards the other chair and asked me to please sit for a moment.

"Bobby on a scale of one to ten, how much do you trust me?"

I was used to Karen and her odd questions but even this one caught me out. The look she gave me told me I had to think about it because she was genuinely interested in the answer. 

"When all this started with me waking, having you in my bed and naked. I would have given your question maybe a two, yet as time has gone on and I have seen the progress within me that scale has increased by the day. I know what you or, rather we, are doing isn't exactly in any book, but life carries no instruction manual. Sure I could have got up and left at any time that door was always open, but I stayed because I asked for your help. Because it was you who pulled me back from my emotional abyss."

Karen leaned closer, her tits crushed against the edge of the table. I'm not sure she even noticed as she listened to me, yet I was always noticing things about Karen now.

"When Traci died I wanted so much to join her, when the people at the hospital put me back together, in my mind I simply existed treading water, if you will. I came here because I needed to heal and up until Traci's birthday I had come to realize I hadn't even started down that path."

I held out my hand, Karen simply looked at it as it traveled halfway across the table and stopped hand open and palm up. Her cheeks flushed for a moment and she seemed to shudder before her own hand met mine and held on.

"In the trust stakes I would give you a ten and I can count the amount of people who I give that amount of trust on one hand."

The air left Karen's lungs, her eyes welled up and then a smile lit up her face. She mouthed a 'thank you' and letting go of my hand, ran to the bathroom. My first instinct was to follow and try to understand what I had said that had made her cry. As I stood she called out and asked me to make something for us both to drink and she would be out in a minute.

Our drinks had no sooner touched the table top when Karen came out of the bathroom dressed. My pulse rate went up and I was once again as hard as steel. I went to sit but Karen got to me first and held me close to her and then kissed my cheek, my cock now pressed against her jeans and pubic bone. She didn't move away from me as she downed her iced tea in one go and placed her glass back onto the table before kissing my cheek once again.

"Ok I have to leave you for a while, if things go according to plan I should be back here mid-evening tomorrow, if not then early the next day."

A thousand and one thoughts rushed through my head all at once, I'm sure she read most of them as she smiled and added that this was part of that trust thing we had just talked about. Karen once again kissed my cheek and asked for a hug, I held her close and hugged her, my cock pressed even tighter to her pubic bone. I knew I was going to miss her but she had her reasons and all I could do was wait and see.

"I guess I'll get loads of fishing done tomorrow then."

Karen gave a giggle as she hugged me one more time and headed for the door.

"You know one day you are really going to have to tell me why you fish, yet never have a hook on the line."

I simply stood watching the door close. Her car started and pulled away, moments later silence prevailed. The cabin felt empty, almost as though the air had left the place. The one thing I did was make sure I kept myself busy, even picking up a pair of shorts looking at them and shrugging my shoulders and putting them back down. I was so used to being naked now it simply didn't matter if she was here to check if I was. But even doing that I couldn't stave off the inevitable I was going to bed alone for the first time in three weeks and it was a fitful sleep. 

I kept waking and moving my arm around the bed looking for Karen. In the end I gave up, brewed a coffee and sat on the porch waiting for the sun come up. It felt strange still being here, as the sun peaked above the mountain's slowly sending its warmth once more over the lake, burning off the morning mist as it did. Although I had paid for six months it was never my intention to still be here, yet this is where I sat five months later. Smiling at that thought, I wondered if I should give Jenna a call later and book another six months.

The rest of the day was as uneventful as I expected it to be, if anything the whole day just seemed to drag. My mind wandered to what Karen was up to and would I go into panic mode when her next phase started, smiling and reminding myself that only time would tell on that particular question. Finally, as sun reached its peak I called it a day and packing away my rod I made something to eat. I even set Karen's place at the table when I did it, smiled and shook my head, deciding that woman had got under my skin in so many ways.

With my mind made up I decided it would do me good to get out for a while, actually getting some clothes on felt a little novel now. Once in town, I even did some shopping before treating myself to something to eat at the diner before heading back. Oh, I knew what I was doing. The reluctance to return to an empty cabin was self-evident, even catching myself smiling when thinking about it. I missed Karen. That woman had kept me sane in one of my darkest moments and although we still touch on the subject from time to time, she also placed herself in harms way when she did it.

I heard a car pull up around midnight and met Karen halfway into the cabin as I came out to investigate. Her clothes were already in her hand and being placed onto the couch when I turned the light on.

"Dammit Bobby, you just scared the crap out of me!"

The smile on her face must have matched mine at the moment. She walked up to me and hugged me, even kissing my neck before she took a step back to talk. I held a finger to her lips to stop her.

"Whatever it is can wait until the morning. You look exhausted and the last thing you need right now is to sit around talking, come to bed."

Telling her to forgo a shower and just get ready for bed, Karen came and snuggled into an already warm bed straight from the bathroom. I'm almost sure I heard her mumble a 'thank you' before she spooned in close and almost immediately went to sleep. Her breathing pattern now confirmed to me she was as I suspected, totally exhausted and would she if asked, be honest and tell me how much sleep she has had since she left yesterday. Smiling to myself as I slipped into my own sleep, three words invaded my mind before the fog of sleep took me. 'I doubt it.' 

******* I tried, but I'm just not built to be subtle. Karen caught me trying to sneak out of bed so I could leave her with more time to rest. Whatever she had been doing over the last day looked like it had taken its toll on her. I would have liked her to have rested a lot longer than she had before my moving around the bed woke her. Her head lifted off the pillow and she smiled just before her eyes opened.

"I told you before, you go down just before you wake. I know I've had you between the cheeks of my ass all night because I slept so soundly. Thank you for wanting me to sleep longer, but it's not necessary I wake when you do, ok?"

Shrugging my shoulders and grinning before saying. "Well you can't blame a guy for trying. You looked bushed when you got back."

That serious look appeared on Karen's face once again.

"I know I asked you to trust me and I desperately need you to hang in there and not ask what I've been up to. You are going to know soon enough I can guarantee you that, I just need time to get things organized."

She asked me to trust her and as far as I was concerned that's what she would get, nodding my head and heading for the bathroom with Karen in tow just seemed to seal the deal. Neither one of us spoke as we washed each other and the silence continued through breakfast and onto the jetty as we both set our rods into the water. Neither one of us resented the silence; we just seemed to be in our own thoughts for now.

It was evening when my only questions burst forth.

"Karen. Will I like the new me?"

"You will live again Bobby and that's all that matters. Traci wanted you to move on, she saw her death and loved you enough to blank out the pain as best she could so she could point you in the right direction. What she didn't realize was that you were in just as much pain and simply couldn't hear her words." 

We both watched each other as we sat on the couch. I even reached out my hand. Karen watched it, smiled and held it in hers before both came to rest on her thigh.

"I don't want to hurt you Bobby but you will be in pain, and no it has nothing to do with that S&M thing you talked about."

At first we smiled, her shoulders started to quiver and the giggles set us both off. Although I expected things to change, nothing did. I suspected Karen did that deliberately to keep me wondering. For the next week I would wake every morning wondering if this would be the start, only for our routine to take over yet again. I had once again become used to our routine and that was what she was waiting for.

******* I was the first out of the shower, Karen was a little slow this evening, even the towel on the bed didn't register in my mind until later. She walked out of the bathroom carrying a bowl, placed it on the side by the bed and walked back into the bathroom. Moments later she reappeared with shaving foam, a razor and lotion. A chill crept down my spine, the room went just a little cold at that moment as a realization crept up on me and I started to shake my head.

"No Karen I'm not doing this, it's too much."

Not one word passed her lips as she climbed onto the bed and sat on the towel, her legs parted as she did. Her hand went to the shaving foam and she placed some on the other hand, rubbed both hands together and then set about covering her pubic hair with shaving cream. Once satisfied, she cleaned her hands on a towel and lay back, waiting. My eyes had misted, thankfully, blurring the sight in front of me, my head was still shaking. In my mind I could hear myself repeating the same words over and over again. 'I can't' what I didn't realize was that Karen heard me.

Karen sat up, handed me a tissue and waited. Not one word spoken from her. Once I had calmed and the mass of images in my head had settled I finally noticed Karen's hand extended towards me. Instinctively I held mine out towards hers. With speed that took my breath away she held my wrist and thrust a razor into my hand closing my fingers around it. The challenging look on her face still didn't fade.

"Please don't ask me to do this."

Her face stayed defiant when she said. "But Bobby, I'm not asking you to do this."

"You're giving me no choice in this are you?"

Karen's face softened slightly, but the intensity of her eyes remained the same.

"If you wish for choice Bobby I can give you that. We can either do this now, an hour's time or two hours from now. Those are the choices Bobby, but the longer you wait, the longer this is going to take and the more you will dwell on it. You have the razor in your hand, Bobby, wouldn't it be best to just start and get it over with." 

I tried so hard to read her face, she gave nothing away. To Karen it was simply a matter of time before I made a choice, what choice would mean her taking action on it.

"My hands are shaking so much I'm frightened I might cut you."

Her smile brightened up the room but not my thoughts of dread at what she was asking me to do. Karen leaned back onto her elbows and winked at me before laying back onto the bed.

"Then stop them shaking, those are my most intimate parts you're placing a razor onto Bobby and I do like to keep them in one place and healthy." She uttered as she closed her eyes.

It turned into a waiting game, Karen refused to move and I was still in shock that she would ask this of me. The bedroom door was open, I could have walked out of there anytime I liked. To be honest, I was eyeing up that open door rather a lot right about now. At least now my hands stopped shaking and watching Karen's stomach rise and fall helped with my concentration and even helped in some way with my own breathing. My hand went out and touched her pubic mound.

Karen jumped and my face burned, her chest took in oxygen so quickly I did wonder if she would ever release it. It had been so long since I had done this, I needed more practice. With a sharp blade this close to a woman's most sensitive parts, it was pure fear that drove me on. Taking the coward's way out and starting right at the top of her pubic bone, small strokes as small as I could. Beads of sweat started to slide down my forehead and onto my nose. Occasionally when my eyes stung with sweat I would stop immediately and clear my vision.

Soon I was in my own world, totally focused on shaving the pubic hair off of Karen's pussy. Some would call it tunnel vision; at least my hands stopped shaking. I was a few minutes into this before I realized that the glistening fluid trickling between her engorged pussy lips. This coupled with her bullet hard nipples, and the rapid way her chest was moving, was a clear indication to me she was most definitely in her own world as well.

I was shaving a woman I had known for only a few months, my fingers touched parts of her that must be claiming a great amount of her self-will to stay very still. Karen had placed great trust in me, not to mention a very sharp razor. Yes, this woman thrust a razor into my hand and basically told me to get to it, I considered that trust in any language. Placing the razor back into the bowl, watching it sink under the red hair already floating on the top. Not trusting myself to speak I placed a hand on her inner thigh and gently pushed her leg further back. 

Once satisfied, I repeated the exercise with her other leg. At least now her breathing had calmed, it was just a shame my own anxiety hadn't. I was never like this when I shaved Traci. For a moment a great sadness enveloped me. Karen raised her head to look towards me and I wondered if she had somehow sensed my mood change. Pausing to take a deep breath, I smiled back at her. I couldn't stop now, even with that last thought in my head. With my razor once again in my hand I used a finger to push one side of her pussy lip down. I listened to her suck in air and a muffled thud as her head once again rested onto the bed. 

A calm seemed to have enveloped me, all thoughts of panic now gone to be replaced by a need to do this well. Any hesitancy that I shouldn't be doing this soon vanished when two of my fingers instinctively sank into her pussy. They were met by a slow moan from Karen as both my fingers and my thumb held her bloated pussy lip still, seconds before the razor ran along her warm flesh. I felt the need to stifle a smile as I noticed her clench the bed sheet and twist it in her hands. I watched as my thumb pressed down on the hood that barely covered her red and blood filled clit, as the razor caught and vanquished every pubic hair surrounding my thumb.

As the last of the shaving cream was deposited into the bowl. I quickly cleaned her now bald pussy and surrounding area with a towel, wet her pubic area again and re-applied shaving cream over the whole area and started again. An almost inaudible groan of despair came from Karen as my fingers once again repeated the same cycle of invasion into her most intimate parts in order to protect that sensitive flesh from my razor. At one stage I had to stop and ask if she was ok as her pussy clamped together, holding my fingers within her. 

It took her a few moments and some attempt to regulate her breathing before she nodded her head. This was the first time I had looked up from shaving her, Karen was a sheen of sweat, her whole body just glowed. This woman was so desperately trying to hang on to some semblance of keeping still and not distracting me from what she had asked of me, that I had failed to notice how close to her own limits she was at that very moment. Her pussy finally relaxed enough to allow my fingers to leave her wet silky tunnel. So intense was my attention to what I was doing, I didn't take into account what she was also doing to me. 

******* As I wiped away the last of the cream from around her pussy, my hand went to the lotion bottle and Karen sat up. Her eyes totally dilated, her cheeks and upper chest a contrasting red against her pale skin. Her nipples were bullet hard and extended even longer than I had seen them when we went swimming in the lake from time to time. Sweat from her body now took the opportunity of her change in position to run down her breasts. That and the rapid breathing that Karen was still trying desperately hard to bring back under control just made me watch her chest even longer. At first she looked down and then smiled.




Kimberly Ch. 02



"Bobby, you're hard."

I looked and finally nodded not even daring to speak.

"Why are you hard, Bobby?" 

My mouth was dry, I had to gulp and run my tongue along my dry lips. My cheeks burned, even more so when I looked at my erection. 

"I'm not even dressed and neither of us are asleep Bobby, yet you are hard. Why?"

These lips that have been so loyal to me all these years today decided to fail me. I tried to speak yet those words refused to leave my body. I closed my eyes willing myself to speak to say something, anything. 

"Bobby, look at me, this is important. Please look at me."

Opening my eyes once again I stared at Karen. Soon my body went into revolt and I started to shake.

"I'm going to get up and come and hug you ok?"

Too afraid to do anything more than simply nod my head, I watched as Karen knelt in front of me her arms opened and enclosed around me. Her tits crushed against my chest, I'm almost sure she could feel my heart beating so rapidly now that it seemed to want to burst out of my chest. After what felt like an eternity, yet could have only been a moment, Karen moved away from our hug. She sat back on her legs and looked down between us.

"Can I touch it Bobby?"

I could feel myself get even more embarrassed and had to take a big breath trying to remain calm. The pause became uncomfortable.

"You haven't answered my question Bobby. Can I touch it?"

My mind screamed for me to answer her. Karen simply sat and waited, watching me so intently.

"I can't touch your cock unless you let me. It's still hard and I would like to touch it, will you let me hold it in my hand please Bobby?"

My eyes looked towards the cabin's ceiling, I sucked in air hoping to push my fears away. My eyes started to mist up and I had to gulp once again before plucking up the courage to nod my head. Once again I closed my eyes, eventually nodding my head.

"No Bobby, I'm not going away but I do need you to look at me and tell me I can hold your hard cock in my hand. Tell me that I can hold you."

Her voice speared through my thoughts, so many noises in my head just seemed to stop. The silence and the sudden calm within me made me open my eyes. Karen was looking at me, there seemed to be a glow about her. The blush around her cheeks seemed to have gone now; the redness around her neck still gave her away though. Karen tilted her head slightly, paused to watch me for a moment and smiled.

"Welcome back Bobby. Will you let me hold your cock now?"

"Yes."

My answer sounding nothing like me and I placed my hand over my mouth, coughed and looked more intensely at Karen.

"Yes Karen, I would like you to hold me. Can I please hold you in return?"

Her hand came away from her thigh and touched my cheek, her warmth both comforting and needed at the same time. My heart beat so loud in my ears as I watched Karen lean forward and gently kiss my lips, her lips barely touched mine yet they did just long enough to still my heart once again.

"Bobby, I've been waiting for you to touch me intimately since you started to shave me. What you see in front of you is all yours just as long as you understand that what I see in front of me is all mine as well. And I do plan to play with it to my heart's content. Only one rule applies to both of us. No, does mean no."

The silence in the cabin seemed to be a comfort to both of us. When Karen's hand went to my groin and her fingers wrapped themselves around my hardness, her smile got even bigger. She grabbed my hand and sat up, her nipple almost within sucking distance. My hand became wet as she rubbed my hand back and forth under her.

"That's my pussy and that's how wet I am. I'm not going to give you anymore hints Bobby because I have your cock in my hand and as far as I'm concerned I know damn well were its going. Get to it I don't do passive unless someone rocks my world. Are you going to rock my world, Bobby?" 

My hand clamped her pussy and she took her own hand away from me. Her look was even more intense. We both teetered on the edge, that point of no return. I knew now that Karen had dragged me here, she had lied to me when she said that she couldn't carry me. She may be a woman but she had indeed carried me, all these weeks she had pulled me along to this point in time. 

This red haired fiery woman with a true heart of gold had hung in there and shown me I could move on with my life, the stagnation in my life was over, Traci was right all along.

Both her hands held my head as she looked intently at me, for a second her smile vanished, only to be replaced by an even bigger one.

"If you don't mind Bobby I would like to kiss you first. I can see it in your eyes right now, I'm in for a fun time and I would like to thank you in advance."

Both my arms went around her and gently pulled her body close to mine crushing us together. Her hands left my face and wrapped themselves around my neck as she leaned in and we kissed. That peace I felt now gained contentment as our body warmth started to share with each other. Our lips held one another, our tongues touched and explored. Karen moaned, and her body relaxed into me, what little space there was left between us no longer there. As Karen gently pulled away from me, my hand went to her breast, my fingers toying with her nipple. 

"Bobby I would like to do something, I know you will enjoy it and trust me when I tell you it needs to be done. I understand your close to the tipping point now and believe me I'm not that far off myself, but we both need this to happen first. Will you let me take the lead on this one little matter?"

My hands came away from her and I watched her for a moment, then realizing that she wanted me to agree first, I said so. The speed of this woman still keeps me amazed, she moved away from me and hooked her arms under my knees and pulled, I went flat onto my back. By the time I had lifted myself onto my elbows that welcoming warm sensation enveloped my cock, all I could see was a red head moving up and down. What I felt curled my toes.

Karen simply wouldn't stop, I'm not sure if she thought I might change my mind, but her mouth and tongue kept me engaged just as much as her hand as it played with my balls. She didn't tease, this woman wanted me to cum and as quickly as possible. Without even realizing it my hips started to move with her own movements. She took her hand away from my balls and pushed down on my hip bone. Karen wanted full control over what she was doing and at that moment in time who was I to stop her. 

It seemed that no sooner had Karen had that control and simply relaxed back onto the bed, than my loins gave me that familiar feeling. As the buildup came, Karen removed her mouth and started to masturbate me. Again I looked down but her hair still obscured what she was doing as rope after rope of cum shot out of me. I started to feel a little light headed. Karen stopped moving her hand and sat back on her legs, her smile was amazing her eyes once again, totally dilated.

My cum had covered her tits, some even started to run down them and surround her nipples. Her hand slowly went back to work on my cock, keeping me solid.

"We both needed that out of the way Bobby, remember I've lived with you for weeks now and you have been storing this up even then. I shudder to think how many weeks' worth just poured out of you."

Karen stood, our eyes never left each other as she straddled me and lowered herself over my cock. One hand went under her to hold me still as she then lowered herself onto me so my cock just parted her pussy lips. Her other hand ran across her tits rubbing my cum deeper into her chest.

"No way am I capable of drinking this lot down in one go and not make a mess, but rest assured Bobby, I do swallow and this lot isn't going to waste."

With a sigh she lowered all the way down onto me, sat on my pelvis and adjusted her legs before her cum soaked hand went to her mouth. She licked it clean and then turned it towards me smiling. Karen leaned forward, her hands held my head as her body seemed to travel up mine and she kissed me. Her tits crushed against my own chest, her body warmth and my cum now smeared across both our chests.

As Karen broke our kiss and sadness that she had left my lips replaced her, she looked long and hard at me. As she lifted herself back slightly, I looked down and watched as my cum mingled with my chest hair, her nipples more solid than I have ever seen them.

"Remember Bobby I only do passive if you plan to rock my world. I'm the head doctor, you're the body doctor so pull all those little secrets out of your head and make me scream Bobby, it's been a long dry season for us both and I've put my social calendar on hold for the next couple of days. Let's see what you've got."

There was something about this red headed angel talking dirty that kept me hard. She smiled as my cock twitched inside her pussy, letting her know that what she had said had struck a chord. I resisted the urge to pull her onto the bed and pound her pussy. Just holding her hips and slowly moving up and down soon caught her attention. Karen would clamp her pussy muscles every now and again just to make life interesting. It was her breathing that gave her away and for the rest of the day I used that as my template. I'm not sure if she figured it out. 

As a slow moan escaped her lips her eyes closed and her hand wandered to her pussy, a finger rubbed her clit as I continued to move up and down. Karen couldn't concentrate on staying on top any longer and her upper body slumped against mine, her hand now trapped between us, she simply made good use of it while it was there. Karen's body heat started to rise and I took this opportunity to twist and put her underneath me. Her legs came around and held me inside her.

With both hands free, she held my hips and as I started to thrust into her. Her hands moved to my ass, her fingers dug deep into me. For a minute or so she watched as I pounded into her pussy, as her eyes fluttered then slowly closed and her breathing once again changed as her orgasm slammed into her body. Even on top and with my body weight holding her down, I came close to being thrown off. Her orgasm subsided, I pulled out and lifted her legs, placing them onto my shoulders.

Her face showed panic when I pulled out of that wet dream of a pussy. The smile returned when I pushed myself back into her, again her hand went to my ass and held me there. Keeping her on a high meant it was easy to push her once again towards her orgasm. Karen had her own plan by then and wanted me to cum when she did. Her pussy muscles were so damn tight I had to let her legs rest on the bed so I could force myself into her.

"That's it Bobby, cum for me. I'm not letting you go until you put that second load into me."

Her own breathing gave her away. When I looked into her eyes, she was in a panic. Karen was so close to coming that she had to close her eyes to hide that fact from me. The trouble was I had already started to change my rhythm to long thrusts ready for when I came. I desperately tried to change my rhythm but Karen was having none of it and held on for the ride. Within another minute I pulled back, thrust forward one more time and held myself there emptying cum deep into her.

Karen felt me, felt my cum soak her insides and her own body pushed her into another orgasm. She didn't even notice me pull out of her pussy; her own body fed off her orgasm making her twitch and shudder. Her moan of contentment was only just matched by the smile on her face. But Karen had set me a challenge, she wanted me to make her scream and who was I to turn down that challenge. 

My hands went under her and pushed, her own momentum sent her onto her stomach. Karen quickly opened her eyes. Her body was still feeding off its last orgasm and at this moment, totally useless to her. I got behind her pulling her legs apart and inserted two of my fingers into her pussy. Her body reacted on instinct and she automatically pushed her knees under her causing her ass to lift. Her face now was watching me, wandering what I was up to. With her body in just the right position, my fingers went looking for her most sensitive spot.

My fingers touched her just right and her leg automatically kicked out, I knew I was just where I wanted to be. Karen quickly looked over to me, both realization and panic adorned her face as she tried to scoot up the bed but the tips of my fingers rubbed that sensitive spot and with a groan she slumped forward. My fingers once again passed over her spot, her pussy muscles clamped and flooded my fingers seconds before Karen screamed her third orgasm into her pillow. I know I shouldn't have done it but I was just as wrapped up in the moment as she was. 

My arm scooped under her and held her close, my fingers still rubbing that most sensitive of spots. Again she tried to move away, to gain some kind of respite, but my arm held her lower body in place. Her scream came once again into her pillow just as her vaginal muscles clamped, locking my fingers in her repeating the cycle. Poor Karen must have realized that her own body was betraying her, her legs were useless to her. Her pussy held my fingers inside her and all I did was continue to gently rub both of them along her pleasure spot. 

Her body kept her on a high and refused to give up this source of pleasure, it fed on itself and for the moment, Karen was simply along for the ride as yet another orgasm tore through her sweaty, panting body. With one final supreme effort on her behalf, Karen lunged forward, desperate to grab back her sanity and her body. I'm just glad she didn't see me smile as I watched her legs give out long before her orgasm released her.

Poor Karen was now a panting, orgasm drained, heap of sweating flesh in the middle of the bed. She was exhausted but her smile simply melted my heart. She managed to whisper a 'thank you', I'm not sure her vocal cords would have allowed much else from her. I could see her lips moving, her eyes held a plea within them, I leaned in close and just heard a word so I leaned closer. 

Karen repeated what she had said. "Is this what I have to look forward to now that everything works, Bobby?"

Smiling I kissed her forehead, her sweat tasted salty on my lips. I nodded my answer. 

Karen's eyes looked towards the heavens before saying. "At least I will die with a smile on my face."

I couldn't help but laugh, pulling a cover over both of us, I held her close to me. Her breathing soon changed, I listened for a while, contemplating on what had happened over the last few days and then this. Both Karen and Kimberly had gotten under my skin simply by just being themselves. Changes were coming and at first I was scared until I realized that this woman in my arms would always be by my side.

******* This morning seemed out of sync compared to the last few days. I could see something was different with Karen's mannerisms as well. After breakfast Karen took her cell and went out onto the porch, closing the cabin door behind her. Deciding it was none of my business, I kept busy with cleaning the dishes and putting them away. Karen came back into the room and asked me to get dressed. This peaked my interest and I followed her into the bedroom and got dressed, watching her do the same.

The car journey around the lake was a new experience for me, I had never in all six months of being here been to this side of it. 

"Karen, where are we going?" 

"To my cabin."

Short and to the point I suppose. A few minutes later her cabin came into view, she pulled up alongside the door but paused for a moment before looking at me.

"You know I love you, don't you?"

I nodded my head before answering her. "Yes I do, yet you placed so much emphasis on that statement, there must be a reason?"

Karen looked closely at me, her eyes misted and her cheeks flushed slightly as she fought so hard to compose herself again.

"Because this is when I hurt you. Only I hope you don't feel that hurt too much, because you know I am by your side and I'm never going to let you go."

She looked towards the cabin as she spoke. I think she meant to say more but a noise by the cabin made her stop. I turned to look at what she had seen and just for a moment my heart stopped. 

The cabin door had opened and Miranda walked out and stood on the porch watching the car. Turning back to Karen I asked one question before my throat tightened and my eyes misted so much that she was simply an outline through my tear filled eyes. 

"Why?"

"Because I needed her help Bobby, and this was her condition on her helping me."

Miranda came down off the porch and stood by the car, nodded her head towards Karen and then looked at me. I wanted to be sick, the bile rose in my throat and I desperately fought the urge to push the car door open and run away. Karen noticed my trembling and placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder.

"I've made us all iced tea; it's too hot to sit outside right now, perhaps later."

She didn't even wait for an acknowledgment, simply walked back to the cabin and disappeared inside. She was stood by the counter top next to the sink when we entered, I may have been mistaken but I was almost sure I saw her shoulders moving before she had heard us.

"Please sit, I will be with you in a moment."

Miranda looked out of the window and took a deep breath before she came and sat across from us. It was clear to see that she had been crying, her eyes still looked puffy and a little red. 

"I understand you want answers Bobby, it's in your nature. Let me start by saying that I forced this. I made it a condition of my help that we had this meeting. Karen was dead set against this when she came to our house, but I had her over a barrel and she knew it, so please don't be angry with her."

I could feel myself shaking, I went hot then cold. Karen held me close, her breath on my neck letting me know she was talking to me yet I could hear nothing. Miranda simply stared back at me.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because we are family and I care for you. If you remain calm I will explain everything. But I can already see your struggling to do even that."

My whole world went black and then red. Karen tried so desperately hard to keep me calm, even when I suddenly stood sending her chair tumbling backwards with her still in it. Miranda said nothing, just sat and watched as I leaned on the kitchen table our heads no more than a few inches apart.

"You have no right to do this Miranda. I'm not ready. I'm nowhere near ready. Why? What made you want to force the issue?"

Karen was now on her feet and pulled me away from the table, standing between us as she did. Still her lips moved, yet I couldn't hear a word from her. Finally in frustration, she held my head and kissed me. The moment our lips touched my ears seemed to pop. Karen's kiss seemed endless and slowly my senses were drawn into it. My arms went around her waist and I kissed her back. After what felt like forever our lips parted and she buried her head into my shoulder and sighed.

"Dammit Bobby you sure took your time coming back to me, don't you dare do that again."

My head dipped gently and rested on her forehead. She sighed.

"I'm sorry Karen. Did you get hurt when the chair went over?"

She gave me a gentle punch in the chest and giggled, her laugh was infectious. I hugged her some more before she asked me if I was ok. She felt me nod my head and gave me a kiss on the cheek before pulling away from me to look at Miranda.

"Well that went well. You need to lose the attitude, Lady. It's not working here, so come to Bobby's place tomorrow for lunch. If things work out you can stay for dinner as well. Oh, and you know the rules." 

Miranda paled but nodded her head and looked down at the kitchen table for a moment before watching us leave. I was outside before Karen stopped and looked back inside her cabin.




Kimberly Ch. 02



"I mean it Lady. Lose the attitude and think on what happened today, don't make it two times in a row."

Neither one of us said anything on the journey back to my cabin. I suppose both of us wanted to play out what had happened in our own thoughts and analyze them before we could talk about it. We sat at the kitchen table and she just stared at me waiting. Karen had chosen where she wanted this conversation she was just leaving it up to me to get on with it.

"How long has she been here?"

"Miranda has been at my place for three days now. It's taken her until today to build up the courage to talk to you. Even though I believed at the time it was a good idea, I had no idea she was going to come at you the way she did and for that I'm truly sorry Bobby."

"It's clear to me that you two have met."

I think that was the question she was waiting for. Karen sat back into her chair, took a sip of her tea and put the glass down again. The action was clearly done to think out how she was going to explain it all to me.

"The day I asked you if you trusted me was the day I had come close to running out of options. Something in your head was holding you back and I simply couldn't figure out what it was. You were going nowhere, Bobby, and I was getting frustrated because I simply couldn't see what it was that you were focused on that kept you from moving forward."

Karen looked up from staring at her glass and gave me a weak smile.

"There would be only two people that held that answer although I strongly suspected it would be Miranda that held the key. On the way to the airport I got Andy's brother to talk to your brother. There has always been a form of trust between some cops and lawyers and I was banking on that to get me in their door at such a strange hour."

She took another sip of tea and placed the glass back on the table, she paused to think again of that evening before saying, "Your brother actually met me at the airport and took me back to his place. Miranda was cold to begin with and I had to sit them both down and explain as best I could who I was and why I was there. She saw through me straight away and while your brother was putting their children to bed she told me so. I had no choice Bobby, I told her everything, it was only then did she agree to help me." 

The pent up frustration within her was too much now and she got up and started to pace the room, twisting her fingers together when she did.

"We were up most of the night before we stumbled onto what you were focused on to stop you moving forward. Miranda told me that you always shaved Traci, it was a weekly thing with you two but you always had to do it with a free day ahead of you because you two never managed to get out of bed once you had."

When Karen looked at me again, I was crimson with embarrassment and fidgeting in my seat. She came over, sat on my lap and hugged me. She kissed me on the cheek and told me that there was only a little bit of her story left so I needed to suck it up.

"Bobby what Traci told Miranda stayed with Miranda, sisters talk about stuff like this all the time. If anyone held the key to you it would have been her not your brother, but I had to get to your brother to get to his wife. I simply didn't have time for subtleties remember; I was back the very next day." 

Karen told me that my brother took the girls to school the next day and then came back to phone in sick and he and Miranda gave her as much background about me as she asked for. She gave me a wink before saying that Miranda had already given her the key but the background about me was sure interesting. I again squirmed in my seat mentally thanking them both in the most sarcastic way I could think of.

"But why did you wait a week after you came back?"

By now Karen had sat back in her own seat so she could take another sip of her tea as she did. She paused a little longer and figured there was no point in avoiding what she about to tell me. 

"Since Andy died, the only time I got physical was with a vibrator and my hand. I had no need for the Pill so I came off it. Since I wasn't on the Pill when all this started, I had to get back on it and make myself safe ready for what I knew would happen when that dam burst."

I was intrigued by her thought process, I knew I shouldn't be but I wanted to explore it some more. 

"You could have used condoms."

Karen shook her head vigorously. It was then that I got the answer.

"No that wouldn't have worked, condoms would have made it look like I had created the scenario, and I had to be more subtle than that. Yes, I had created the scenario by practically putting my pussy in your face. But once a bald pussy was there in front of you, that carnal urge within you would have overridden all the mental barriers you had built up for months about never being intimate again."

She smiled and blushed at the same time as both of us remembered that evening. Karen went on to explain that my hospital had done STD tests as a matter of course. The file she had of me showed I was disease free so she herself wasn't worried, so it had to be the Pill and she had to wait a week for it to be effective enough.

Karen became serious again. "Bobby, Miranda told me she needed to talk to you. I had my doubts and asked her to wait another month, but she refused and pressed the issue. I really don't know where the attitude came from, but she came here for a reason, Honey you need to hear her out."

I nodded my head and said. "That's for tomorrow, this is today."

Holding out my hand I stood at the same time, my erection obvious to her. She smiled and stood came around and hugged me, then took my hard-on in her hand and we went to bed for the afternoon.

******* Karen watched the car approach from the cabin window and told me that Miranda was here. By the time I had gotten up and gone into the bedroom to find a pair of shorts and came out again Miranda was already in the cabin. She was wearing a summer dress that although compliments her chest very well, it was clear to see she wasn't wearing a bra. The one shoulder strap the dress had, buttoned at the front of the strap, her right hand shoulder bare. Her dress flowed down to her knees. Karen stood next to her still naked, now that I did find odd.

Miranda's face showed so many expressions I had a hard time watching her eyes. She was clearly in conflict with herself and I didn't know why. Miranda seemed to gulp in air and her hand went to the button on her dress and released it. Her dress slid from her body and fell to the floor, a puddle of cloth around her feet with a very uncertain and very naked Miranda in the middle.

"It's the rule in this cabin Bobby, plus I wanted to show you this and apologies for my behavior yesterday, it was inexcusable of me."

Her hands went to her stomach showing her belly bulging nicely. Miranda was pregnant. She walked towards me and I met her in the middle of the cabin and hugged her taking care not to get to close to her belly. The tears burst forth and Karen and I had to sit her down with a box of tissues. I held on to her while Karen made something for us to drink and turn the lunch off, this looked like it was going to be a long afternoon. 

Eventually Miranda giggled into her tissue and Karen and I both looked at each other thinking she had lost her mind.

"You know if your brother could see me now, I suspect I would be heading for a divorce and you would be waking up in a hospital room. Yes, I know you've seen me in a bikini before but somehow I don't think your brother would be too impressed with my behavior at the moment."

"You didn't have to do this."

Miranda looked at Karen something passed between them before she again looked at me.

"Yes I did Bobby, call it penance if you will. I fucked up at Karen's cabin and she let me know that to talk to you again had to be on your terms and that meant following the rule of the cabin. I shouldn't have fucked up, but when I saw you both pull up to the cabin I was both glad and angry that you had moved on. She loves you, Bobby. She loves you just as much as Traci did and although I expected it, when it came to seeing you two together I couldn't handle that."

If anything, that one statement was an ice breaker between us all. I didn't even freak out when both women stood over me holding out a hand each, waiting for my shorts. 

Over lunch I caught up with everything Miranda and the family had done, even the broken arm of one of my nieces when she fell awkwardly off her bike. 

She saw the worry on my face, up until Traci's death I had doted on both of the girls. Much to my brother and Miranda's frustration, I spoiled them rotten as well. She then spent the next hour telling us she was fine, even when the cast came off she asked if she could keep it to show me when I came back from my trip.

I broached the subject of the house and what they had done with it. She told us that after she had gone through my house boxing up all of the most private stuff and placing it in storage, my brother had rented out my house working on the principle that I would eventually return and an occupied house stood a better chance of not being broken into. 

It was as we sat on the porch watching the lake and just talking that things took a sideways turn. Karen and I could see that Miranda had been building up to something, it had taken her the trip up here and most of the afternoon to do it but between us we figured out this was going to get real interesting.

"Bobby, I came here for a reason."

Miranda placed her hand over the bump in her stomach to emphasize her point. 

"I'm four months gone Bobby, I carried full term with both the girls that means I have a little under five months left before my due date. I'm calling you out Bobby I want you back home when this one gets born. We have already decided on names, a boy gets Robert and if it's a girl she's going to be called Kimberly."

Miranda decided now was about the right time to leave. We followed her back into the cabin and while she put her dress back on, she still couldn't leave without another parting shot. She looked directly at Karen.

"Work on him, do whatever you have to do but bring him home. It's not only his brother that misses him. If all three of you stay just for the birth I will understand, but bring him home so we can all meet the two women that captured his heart, made him sane again and showed him that there is life after my sister's death, just like she told him."

All three of us had tears in our eyes as she walked back to the car, turned to wave and then drove off. Karen held me close as Miranda's car disappeared behind the trees, the dirt road would soon take her onto the main road heading for the airport.

"Do you want to fish?"

Shaking my head and taking Karen by the hand we wandered back onto the porch and sat watching the lake. Finally Karen gave up sitting next to me and sat on my lap, taking care to put a small distance between her and the hardness she always seems to give me now.

"Kimberly comes back late next week, school for her starts a week later. Mys already know through both me and Andy's brother that I have a new man in my life and they are fine with that as long as we don't hold back on them seeing Kimberly. I vowed that wouldn't happen. I keep my promises."

Karen snuggled in closer and continued.

"We will be going back Bobby, your head is already on the mend and this body of mine can attest to the rest of you working just fine. Its only when we all sit down as a family and I do include Kimberly in that, that we can finally decide where we are going to live."

She must have felt me nod my head so continued telling me her thoughts, I kept silent simply because she had said nothing I objected to. That damn woman must have read my mind if her next statement was anything to go by.

"Feel free to jump in anytime Bobby, but when we go back to see the baby we are not staying at your old house. Too many ghosts, My Love. You may have a place in your heart for Traci, but I have the rest of it. If we settle there, then we will get another house and you can decide what you want to do with yours. I want to keep the cabin, either we come back to live here or it's our summer retreat."

For a moment I simply couldn't resist it, I smiled and said.

"My brother will insist on a pre-nup."

I felt her stiffen before saying. "Then he can marry you Bobby, when we marry I want all of you without conditions. That's how you got me when you slid your cock into me for the first time."

For a moment she paused and then giggled. Her giggles turned to laughter and even then she had real trouble containing herself. I pulled back and looked at her, which simply made her worse. In the end I settled for holding her and waiting for her to come back to me. 

Finally she said, "I can just see it now Bobby, as we exchange our wedding vows. 'I promise to take every inch of his cock, every inch of him and every cent in his bank account.'

Karen then toned down her voice in a weak attempt to impersonate me and said. 'And I promise to take every hole in her body, often. Every inch of her body, and every nickel in her bank account.'

I tried, so help me I tried, but I simply couldn't keep a straight face after that and for the rest of the evening, I couldn't look at her without smiling either.



Kimberly Cums Out



It started innocently enough. We had subscribed to the playboy channel in the hopes that watching the soft-core porn would spice up our own love life. One of our favorite programs was "Electric Blue." This erotic series started with a gloved hand softly touching a pert little titty. Although she did not admit it to me at the time, this soft woman-to-woman touch stirred something deep within her. 

As the years passed and our relationship deepened we shared our fantasies, mine being that she would let me watch her fuck a guy with a big dick, her fantasies surrounding girl on girl action. She was always content to allow fantasies be fantasy and the realty was that our sex life was more or less monotonous. That was until my sex drive took a plunge and her sex drive started to climb. 

"Honey, you will never believe what I have found on line." Kimberly's voice had a tone of excitement in it.

"What baby?' I said fining interest. 

"There is a club that hosts girl-girl sex play and the husbands and watch or not" Kim tossed her pretty auburn locks. 

"And?" I quizzed.

"Well, maybe it is time." Kim answered, smiling wryly. 

"Time for what?" playing ignorant.

"You know, I think that I am ready to do it with another girl." Kimberly smiled proudly.

"Do it?" Again wanting her to outline in expect language the words which I knew would turn me on.

"Look, do you want to watch me get it on with another girl, or do you want to be a jerk." She had this way of controlling me with even the softest tones, I had learned over time when to back off.

It seemed like an eternity but within a matter of weeks I found myself setting next to my 42 year old 5'6" bi-curious wife on a big old jet airliner headed to Los Vegas. We had been married for over 20 years. Although I had talked shit about her being with another man or woman for most of our marriage, my heart raced as we chit-chatted about everything and nothing at all for the brief journey. Soon enough we had landed, checked in to our hotel and were at the welcome session. 

As fate would have it Kim was the only woman there who had never had any sex play with girls. As this was disclosed, a noticeable change came over the other women in the room, they were excited with the prospect of deflowering my wife. After my eyes swept the faces of the women in the room and returned my eyes to my wife, I became aware of the other husbands nudging one another and smiling at their own wives. There was a "no pressure, no promise" policy at the event, but clearly funds had been paid and nobody wanted to go away without at least an attempt to fulfill their fantasy.

While the first few drinks were downed several ladies came up to Kim and briefly chatted, after everybody had a chance to say hello and wish Kim well, as if choreographed one of the women returned to my wife's side and was soon joined by two others. The first lady, a blond with breasts far smaller than Kim's "DD+" kissed her on the cheek and whispered in her ear. Kim nodded in agreement and a second woman with short brunette hair reached out to take Kim's hand and gently led her to the waiting bed. 

I was so focused on what was happening to Kim that I had failed to notice nearly everybody had left the room except the four women now on the bed and the host and hostess and myself. Our hosts quietly directed me to a vantage point from which I could see nearly everything, yet was well enough out of the way that I would not be a distraction to the my wife as she became lost in her lust. 

I watched as two of the strangers quickly undressed themselves. Leaving my wife and the blood sitting on the side of the bed, backs turned to the naked duo. The blood softly kissed my wife's cheek and stroked her hair until my wife turned to face her and their lips met for the first time. After a few moments the nude women crawled onto the bed and the blood stood in front of my wife. The blood pulled her shirt over her head revealing her "B" cup breasts hidden behind a lacy bra. The she dropped her skirt leaving her in bra and panties. I could see my wife's eyes moving up and down the woman's torso. The woman turned and backed enough for my wife to reach her bra strap. Without a word, my wife knew she was expected to undo the hooks, freeing the small orbs. The blood hooked a thumb into either side of her lacy panties and slipped them over her hips and wiggled out of them. She once again turned allowing my wife to see what I had already enjoyed, the neatly trimmed bush of the very sexy blond lass. 

Somehow I restrained myself from rushing the bed and devouring the smorgasbord of girl flesh which had presented itself. The blond knelt before my wife and once again they kissed. Kissed until the girl on Kim's right touched the blond's shoulder, as the blood broke the kiss, the brunette touched my wife's chin and turned it towards her waiting lips and now my wife was kissing the second woman. As the raven haired beauty on my wife's left pushed closer, my wife needed no other cue to break the kiss with the second woman and kiss the third of the trio who had adopted her as their project of the evening. 

Breaking the kiss the girl on the left, retreated to the far side of the bed, she patted the bed to her right. Kim moved to the middle of the bed. The brunette the lay next to Kim. I watched my wife on her back, fully clothed. A nude woman to her right laying on her side facing my wife, the nude of the left doing the same. They let their hands brush against my wife's breasts as they took turns kissing her. 

All too soon, the blond was on the bed, between my wife's legs, helping her to the setting position as she first unbuttoned my wife's shirt before her cohorts removed it from her. My wife relined once again her bra restraining her large breasts. More kissing ensued before the blond undid the jeans and pulled them down as my wife raised her ass off the bed. 

"Do you want to get naked?" The blond whispered to my wife, loud enough for all in the room to hear. 

My wife did not answer verbally, but she shook her head in the affirmative as she sat up enough for the ladies to undo her bra before once again reclining and allowing the blond to remove her panties. The blond gently massaged and played with Kim's legs and thighs as one woman continued to kiss Kim. The third woman moved to alternative lick, suck and pull on Kim's nipples with her lips. 

Kim instinctively bent her legs at the knee, and pulled them up towards her head, exposing her shaven mound for all to see. The blond moved on to her belly between my wife's legs, burying her mouth in Kim's soft pussy. Kim started to move her hips slowly. As she did, the other woman stopped kissing and moved her mouth to the other breast. This allowed Kim to utter the moans that she could not restrain. First softly and then louder and louder. Six hands on various parts of her body, a mouth on each breast and the intense pressure on her clit was seemingly more than Kim could endure. 

"Oh, god, I'm cumming, I'm going to cum, oh please, oh, yes, please, no, god yes I am going to cum." Now nearly yelling, her body convulsed on the bed. 

The girls removed their heads from Kim's chest and Kim reached down and pulled the blond up on top of her. Kim moved her head as much as she could in order to meet the young woman and kiss her full on the lips. I could not see, but having been in the blond's place numerous times, I knew that Kim's tongue was in and out of her mouth as she sucked and licked the essence of her fluids off from her partner's face. 

After a few moments of intense kissing, they rolled her over and massaged her back. Kim fell asleep despite her best efforts to stay awake. 

The host offered to let us keep the room in exchange for them moving the party to our room. We exchanged keys and as soon as they left I stripped down and somehow managed to get into bed with Kim without waking her. The events of the evening played over and over in my mind. I reached my hand down to my cock and slowly stroked it. Before long I ejaculated what seemed to be a cup of cum, then I too was asleep.