1 comments/ 13622 views/ 2 favorites Logic By: PlayfulRomantic The hotel door flung open as their lips violently collided. She pulled him in the hotel and tore her own jacket off, dropping it on the floor as the door shut itself behind them. Her hands glided up his chest, to his shoulders and slipped his jacket off. They kicked their shoes off as easily as one would take off a coat with their opposite foot. "I want you... so bad," she said softly as she slipped his shirt off and dropped it at their feet. She wrapped her arms around his warm flesh and pulled him to the bed. They stood face to face at the edge of the bed. One more pound of leverage towards the bed and they would have toppled onto it. His lips moved down to her neck, lightly kissing her smooth flesh. She tilted her head back, bit her lip and let a small moan filter from the back of her throat. He began unbuttoning her shirt as his lips moved down her chest, to her slim belly. He began to lay her on the bed until she stopped him and got on top of him. "Let me." She kissed down his chest and undid the button on his blue jeans with her teeth then unzipped it the same way. She reached in and pulled it out. Not giving herself time to become distracted by looking at it, she slipped it in her mouth and began stroking the extra part that she couldn't get in with her hands. Her tongue swirled around the head and down the sides, to the base and back up. The fear of looking up and seeing an unsatisfied look on his face filtered through her mind and made her keep her eyes closed. He had a full erection before she even touched him so this was a great relief to him. Though she wasn't too experienced, she had enough talent to make him grab the sheets. Her fingertips grazed across his erection as she kissed the head. She then grabbed and slid her hands down with her mouth. She could never get it all the way in. He was way too big for her small jaw and terrible gag reflexes. No way in hell was that gigantic thing going all the way in her mouth. She had to fight every urge in her body that told her to just take her pants off and push him deep inside her. But she paced herself, she didn't want to rush anything. They had all night to enjoy each other. She licked up and around it once more as her hands still massaged up and down his rock hard erection. "That's enough." He sat up and pulled her to him. Laying her on her back, he kissed down her chest and finally got to remove her shirt. His hands and lips grazed over her chest and down to her belt line, leaving her bra on... for now. He slowly undid her jeans and slid them off with the greatest of ease then slid his own pants off. Sliding her panties off, he rested his mouth between her legs, on her already wet vulva. His tongue circled and swirled. Seeming to know exactly what to do to push her to the brink. Her head instantly flew back and a loud moan escaped from her lips as she grabbed the sheets and tugged on them with all her might. She continued to moan as his tongue found more areas between her legs that sent her head spinning. Enjoying the sound of her enjoying his abilities, he began to lightly caress between her lips with a finger and gently slid it in. He lightly tweaked her cervix, making her mind shut down and her body take over. Rational was no longer in her vocabulary. Few words were left that she was able to speak coherently. His name, different forms of yes, the lords name, curse words and one or two other select words of choice. His finger continued to tweak, rub and arouse as his tongue did the same thing on the outside. Fuck logical thinking. She wanted this man inside her. But he didn't stop until she had reached her climax. Her body arched up and she called out his name one final time before he kissed up her body and finally took her bra off, revealing her perfectly perky, round breasts. Her nipples hardened into buds as his tongue ran across them and his hands lightly squeezed her succulent breasts. He laid on top of her as she spread her legs around him, beyond excited she was about to have him deep inside her. He set the tip at her opening and gently pushed and entered her. An instant orgasm took her over and she called out his name as loud as she could. He didn't care how loud she was, it felt amazing to him. His head spun and he forgot everything except the burning desire in his body to thrust deeper in her. He gave into his body's commands and pushed harder and deeper inside her. He called out her name as his entire body contracted and he came inside her. Catching his breath, he laid his head on her chest and listened to her heartbeat slowly return to normal as she ran her fingers through his hair in satisfaction. Logic One Oh Ouch It was the first month of my graduate school, and it was my turn for the "introductory" evening with my Logic professor, Paul Hollings. When I'd asked someone who'd taken his class the previous year what the proper attire for such an event was, he had just given me a lopsided grin and said, "For a handsome guy like you? I'd suggest very bulky clothes." He hadn't elaborated, but I probably should have caught on just from that comment. It was more than an hour after dinner and we were sitting together in wingback chairs, almost knee to knee, before an enticing fireplace, complete with white bearskin rug in front of it and our second snifter of brand, when Professor Hollings brought the discussion around to the topic of his course, logic. "You asked me for the short explanation of this course we're embarking on together, Ron. Perhaps the best way I can explain how logic works is by a little role play. Are you game for that?" He looked oh so charming and enthusiastic about his topic as he sat there looking deeply into my eyes. He probably was more than twenty years older than I was, but I had no doubt that the women in his classes swooned over his classic good looks and charisma. I bet he wove quite a spell over his students in his classroom. "Umm, yes, of course," I answered blithely. "Okay, now for logic to really work, we have to be completely honest and open in our statements. Are you okay with that?" "Well, sure, of course." "All right. Now we'll have to pick a topic. Let's see, what is uppermost on a graduate student's mind?" "Getting good grades that lead to a good job?" I offered. "No, no, those are noble thoughts, but you aren't really being honest now, are you? Look, you're a young, good-looking, healthy guy. What is it you really are thinking of the most?" I just smiled. "Come on. This won't work if you don't follow the rules of open honesty." "Okay, okay," I responded. "Sex, of course." "Bingo. Sex. And what is it about sex that you think of?" I thought for a few minutes and then answered, "Getting it. The pleasure of it; the feeling it gives, which is like nothing else we experience." "Very good. Now, see, it wasn't hard to be open and honest about that." And with that, he leaned in toward me and put both of his hands on my thighs, just above the knees." I flinched and scooted back a bit into the wingchair. "This is just a role play, Ron. I have done this to make a point in logic. Relax. Now, what made you flinch? How did you feel when I put my hands on your thighs?" "Nervous, trapped, a little frightened perhaps," I answered. "Precisely. And why is that? "Because it was too intimate. It is wrong," I answered. "Ah, now, that's the crux of it, where logic has to be considered," Hollings said with a laugh. And he moved his hands a bit farther up on my thighs, which made me flinch again. "There, see, you have conditioned yourself" Hollings said. "Let's examine the logic of this. First, are you married?" "No." "Do you have a significant other?" "No, not really. Not right now." "Are you clean? No communicable diseases?" "Excuse me!" I responded, in shock. "Bear with me. This is just for the purposes of a logical construct." "Well, no, of course not. Not any diseases, I mean." "When you think of sex and the pleasure you get from that, do you think that this is wrong for you to do? An open and honest answer now." "No . . . no, I suppose not." "And if you aren't hurting anyone else, if there's no one else, no one at all, who would be hurt by your gain of pleasure, would you be wrong to enjoy that pleasure?" "Uh, no, I guess not." "And honestly, Ron, can you openly and honestly say that you aren't gaining pleasure from me having my hands where they are?" "Ummmm." "Openly and honestly now, Ron. I'm sitting here right in front of you, and I can tell just by looking at your lap that you are gaining pleasure from this." And it was true, I'm sorry to say. My body was betraying the pleasure I felt at his touch. I don't know if it was the brandy or the fire or his charisma and good looks or how he had logically gotten from there to here, but I was definitely being drawn under his spell. "Here, let me move my hand here, just for logic's sake, and you tell me openly and honestly that this does not give you pleasure." He moved his right hand to my basket and had it laying lightly along the length of my cock, which was rising under the fabric of my pants. I couldn't respond verbally immediately. My body was providing my open, honest response. But I eventually managed to croak out, "But I'm not gay. It's not right for me—" "Ah, let's keep this based in logic, Ron. You have no obligations to anyone else; you have no health considerations that would give you obligations to any sex partner you might have; we've agreed that, like any healthy person your age, you are focused on personal pleasure and sex. So, for the purposes of this role playing of ours, by what logic would you be inhibited to take your pleasure from anywhere you found it? You have grown up. You are in graduate school now, the center of learning without limits. Is it logical to be bound by any taboos of society under these circumstances?" "Noooo, I suppose not. But—" "Here, in terms of role playing this construct of logic we are exploring, let's see whether this increases or decreases your pleasure." His right hand went to the buttons of my shirt and then slipped into the opening and ran lightly around my chest, finding a nipple and nesting there. With his left hand, he undid my belt buckle, unbuttoned the fastening there, slowly pulled down my zipper, and placed his hand over my cock, through my briefs." I was breathing pretty heavily now. "Ah, I can see—and feel—that you are having pleasure. There, see what logic can clear away." His left hand came up to my belly, which had now been exposed by his other wandering hand and then back under the waistband of the briefs and cupped my balls and wrapped its fingers around the base of my cock. I tried to rise, but only was pushing my cock into his grasp. "Uh, Professor Hollings, I don't think . . . I don't want—" "What? You don't want to have pleasure? Pleasure that won't hurt anyone else?" "No. I mean, I don't—" "You don't want to have harmless sex? You want to deny yourself harmless pleasure? Where's the logic in that?" "That's not what—" "And me. You don't want to please me? One of your professors, who you will face this whole semester? When there's only harmless pleasure for both of us? Logic. Think logically now." He had my cock out in the open now, and he was stroking it and running his hand all over it, and squeezing it, and all of my attention now was focused on my cock, the sexual pleasure I was receiving there. And then I thought, what the hell. What's the use of fighting logic, and I just relaxed back into the chair. Hollings sensed that I had given in and that now he was completely in command. He brought his mouth down to my lap and took my cock in, holding it firmly at the base with his fingers and squeezing, while his tongue ran over and around my glans, and taking my cock into his mouth and twisting it around inside, swallowing to the root and then slowly pulling out. In, out, in out, until he could sense that I was ready to explode. Then his mouth came off, and I felt a cloth over my glans, and he pumped me with his hand until I spewed cum into the cloth. It was somewhat disconcerting to realize that he had the presence of mind to be concerned about his furniture at a time like this. "There, did that give you pleasure?" "Yes." "And do you feel you have hurt anyone else by taking that pleasure?" "No . . . I suppose not." "Very good. Right answer. Now stand up and face me." I did so, and he pulled my unbuttoned shirt off my back and lifted my T-shirt over my head. "Very nice, he said. You are in great shape. You must find time to work out a lot." "Not a lot, but I make time, yes." "Look at those nice, taut nipples." He squeezed and pinched them both, and I flinched. But this time he didn't have to ask me if I felt pleasure. "Well-defined pecs and such a nice six pack. Ah, to be young again." He ran his hands down the side of my torso and underneath the waist of my pants and underwear and stripped them down and off me. Then went the shoes and socks. "There, that's how God made us to be. Oh, and I see that you're revving up again. Yet again, the rewards of youth and good conditioning. What is that completely hard? Seven, eight inches?" "How would I know? I don't go around measuring myself." "Oh, please. Open and honest now. I know you've taken measurements and compared. Don't be coy." "Umm, about seven and a quarter, I guess." "Thought so. Pretty precisely known too." He gave me his "we're just pals" grin and then continued. "I certainly can't compare, but let's see how you think I've weathered. Remember now, I have almost three decades on you." With that, he stepped back, and pulled his turtleneck sweater over his head. Not bad for someone around fifty, I had to admit. He was a red head and his chest was thinly covered with fuzzy curls that looked a shade or two redder than the hair on his head, which had some gray shot through it. He was lean and wiry, but firm. Off came his pants and red briefs and there he stood, with a half hard on, which was about the normal size I'd seen around the locker rooms, but was highlighted by extending out of flaming bush of pubic hair. He had runner's legs, sinewy but lean. He threw his arms out wide. "There. Does that give you any pleasure?" "Well, umm." "I know. I'll bet you are more a touch than a visual man. Here take my hands." I extended my arms out to meet his extended arms, and he grasped my hands in his in a powerful grip. Then he walked right into me." "There. Close your eyes. Let your senses go to where we touch. Feel our chests and nipples touching, Feel your belly against mine. There, I feel your belly quivering. Feel your pubic hair interlacing with mine. And there, as I lean into you, feel your penis rubbing mine. Here, as I rotate my hips against yours, do you feel the sensual sensations? Does this give you pleasure?" "Yes," I whispered. "Yes, yes. I know you're being honest. I can feel you hardening again. While I think I need to stop this for a while and rest. Oh, to be your age again. Before you open your eyes, though, just one more sensual connection." He put his lips on mine and I flinched away. He laughed. "Think of what we're doing, what else is touching here. Do you think you'll be ruined by touching here too? That you'll never be able to do it with one of your girlfriends now? Logic. What is the logic here?" He put his lips on mine again, and this time I opened to him and found that a man's kiss could be as sweet as a woman's. "Now, open your eyes and look over at the fire. Doesn't that look inviting?" "Yes." "Doesn't that bearskin rug look silky and soft and inviting as well?" "Yes." "Now, I want you to go over and lay down on that rug, and I'll show you the pleasure that a good back massage can give." I went over and laid down on the rug on my belly, parallel to the fireplace. He came down beside me and started rubbing my back and shoulders with a cooling ointment. "Now, while I'm rubbing you, connect with the rug." he said. "See what sensual pleasure you can get from the soft, silky bear's pelt." I did as he directed and found the sensations of the thick hair and the warming fire beside me to be very pleasurable. "Move on the rug," he said, "Work your way into the knap." I wasn't sure what he was asking, but I dug my forearms into the rug and moved my chest around. The sensation of the bear hair on my chest and nipples and belly, combined with his rubbing of ointment on my back, was titillating, and I found myself sighing with pleasure. I could feel him straddling me now, astride my buttocks; his cock nestled in the crack there. He was working on my lower back with the ointment and the rub, and he was moving his pelvis back and forth, with his cock running back and forth in my crack and up onto the small of my back. Then he slid farther back on me, straddling my thighs, his cock now between my thighs, continuing what had to be acknowledged was a dry humping of me in my inner thighs. I wasn't at all sure I liked that he was doing this, but I was trapped by my own pleasure in the feel of the rug and the ointment on my back—and, yes, even the movement of his cock in the recesses of my body. He started rubbing the ointment into my butt cheeks. "What a nice bubble butt you have, he said. It must drive the women wild." Well, yes, I had heard that on more than one intimate occasion. He must have spilled the ointment, because I felt it running across my butt and into my crack. He went after it with long slender fingers, and I jerked and flinched as he ran a finger across my asshole, but not being able to prevent a large portion from pooling there and seeping in. This attention had fully engorged me and I felt pinched with my cock smashed between the rug and my body. The professor started to help in that area, though. His circular motions, as he rubbed the ointment into my butt, caused my pelvis to move around on the bearskin rug, and I found myself falling into natural gyrating humping motion. I had barely realized that I was fucking the bearskin rug, when the professor spoke. "There, that's right. Feel the sensation. Somewhere in the hair of this rug, there's the entrance to paradise, the nicest cunt you've ever known." He took my hips in his hands and helped me rotate and hump against the rug. I was panting and moaning, and I could feel the quiver in his hands as they gripped and rotated my hips. I gave a cry as I shot off, into the knap of the bear rug—and then collapsed into the rug. The professor stopped his rotation of my hips and even his own dry humping in my thighs and held me very still for a moment. "As sensual as that was," he said at length from above my back in a husky voice, "There are sensations of pleasure you have been denying yourself that I bet no woman has given you. You've come this far this evening. You're not likely to ever permit yourself the pleasures of this evening again. Let me give you an even greater pleasurable feeling. Not at all taboo; men with too much to give go to doctors all the time for this procedure. This release—and gratification. There's nothing logical about denying yourself this level of pleasure." "I don't know," I whispered from below. "I just don't—" "Nonsense, you are in the real world now; you are in graduate school. You have come here to be educated, right?" "Right." "And are you the one to determine what you need to know to be educated? Isn't that what your professors are for. Isn't that logical?" "Well, I don't—" "Here, up on your knees, No, not all the way up. You can keep your chest resting on the rug and can stretch your arms out to be comfortable. There, yes, that's right. Now you've heard about the prostate, haven't you?" "Yes." "And, I'm sure you heard both that it's the man's G-spot and can give more sensual pleasure than stimulation of the penis can and that some men build up so much sperm so fast that they have to go to the doctor and be milked by stimulation of the prostate, haven't you?" "Well, yes, I guess. I've read about it. But, I don't know—" All the time he was rubbing and squeezing my butt cheeks and thighs. "And you know where the prostate is, don't you?" "Up my ass, I think?" "That's right. Now to get there, though, we most likely will have to prepare you and open you up. Now, let's see." I felt his hands pulling my butt cheeks apart and it felt like maybe he blew on my asshole. Whatever, the ointment still pooled there got real cool all of a sudden. "Ah, yes. It's very tight. It looks like a very tight entry." There was a catch in his voice. "Here, I'll have to do some preparation." I felt his lips on my asshole, and his tongue. He was licking my ass. "Professor, I don't. I don't think I need—" "Experimentation, son," the professor said. "You've come to graduate school to experience life. Lots of men go to the doctor and pay good money for this." He held my butt cheeks firmly in place and spread apart as his mouth went back to working my ass. He was licking and slurping and rimming me with his tongue. And I couldn't maintain control of myself after a couple of minutes of this. I was sighing and moaning and grinding my butt into his face, so that when his tongue went in, I was willing it to come in farther. He stopped and laughed, slapped my butt cheek, and reached up with a hand and encased my again-engorging cock. "There, I can tell you like this. God, to have your stamina; tell me this is giving you pleasure." "Yes," I groaned. "Do you want me to stop?" "No," I groaned. "Come again? Do you want me to stop?" "No, no, don't stop," I said in a louder voice. "Want to know . . . want to feel what all this G-spot prostate experience is about now?" "Yes . . . I guess so." "You are quaking. Why are you quaking?" "I guess I'm scared. I'm scared of what is happening." "Ah, welcome to grad school—forever penetrating the unknown. But trust me; you can trust me." And with that, I felt another large glop of the ointment drop between my crack and he was working it into my ass with his fingers, fingers that were probing ever deeper into my ass." "Uh, your fingers. Your fingers are . . . uhhh!" "That's what I have to use to get to your prostate. There are, of course, other methods, but we are working on the medical one now, so tight. Come on, just relax. Ah, there we go; now we're there." I jerked and lurched as my body betrayed me. Something inside my ass had actually grabbed his finger and drawn it in, and then I felt the oddest, most sensual sensation. The pad of his finger had landed on what must have been my prostate, and it rubbed that gland gently but relentlessly. I writhed and moaned and groaned above him. Electric sensations went through my body, and I felt, at first, like I had to piss, and then cum started dribbling out of my cock, and it I'd had time to reload, I'm sure I would have ejaculated again. But then the finger was gone, to be replaced by something thicker than the finger, and I realized that he had entered me. I was being fucked by my professor. I protested loudly. "No, No. Get off—" "This is about pleasure, pleasure that doesn't hurt anyone else," the professor answered me amid his heavy breathing. "It's about my pleasure as well as yours. And it's about your education, your experiencing everything before deciding what you want to do, what path you want to follow. What's the logic to denying any possibility without knowing what you're denying? Answer me that son. What's the logic in that?" But I didn't need to answer, because almost as quickly as he had begun, he had finished. When he realized he was about to climax, he pulled out of me and came across the small of my back in one fairly weak eruption. He cleaned my back with his cloth and let me collapse onto the bearskin rug. "There, and that is why you'd want to take logic, son. With logic you can talk your way into anything you want to do. This little role play illustrated that point quite nicely, I think. I'm going to go take a shower now. You can see your own way out. And I'll be looking forward to seeing you in class. A good job; a very nice body and a tight ass. I think you are going to do very well this semester. And he was gone. After a few minutes, I stood up, nursing a few stabbing pains and a soreness inside me that I'd never felt before, bleakly pulled on my clothes, and went out into the night. Logical They say love and logic are two different things that don't always cross paths. But sometimes love works out its own logic. As it turned out it was only logical that I cross forbidden boundaries for love. It all started when my pregnant sister, invited me out for lunch. She called right after my husband had left for work and I had gotten my two boys off to school. I was in my bedroom ready to enjoy some private time when she called. I picked up the telephone and said, "Oh Hi, Tina. Lunch today? Sure, where?" The voice at the other end of the call said, "Bickford's Bistro in Norwalk at twelve-thirty." "I'll be there. Bye-bye." I glanced at the digital clock setting on the nightstand. I smiled I still had plenty of time for a little self-indulgence. I opened the drawer to the nightstand next to my unmade bed. I lifted the hardbound romance novel and placed it beside me on the bed. I looked longingly at the cover art on the book. It pictured a handsome, hard-bodied man in a khaki uniform embracing a nurse in a white uniform. I lovingly traced my fingertips across the man's face as I memorized its chiseled details. Untying my robe I opened it. My nipples hardened in the cool morning air. Hissing I tugged on each nipple in turn until I felt the familiar warmth deep in my belly begin to flood my nethers. I hesitated, gazed at the hunk on the book cover then pulled out a pink plastic phallus and a tube of lube from the drawer. Blushing, I knew my husband would be hurt if he knew I had resorted to mechanical devices to reinforce his flagging sexual prowess. I shrugged, I had needs that required satisfaction, if I went too long without an orgasm I could be a real bitch. I liberally applied lubricant to the slim 7-inch long pink shaft followed by the wide bulb-shaped head. The enlarged head contained a powerful egg vibrator that focused on my G-spot. Satisfied that the vibrator was ready to use I began to prepare myself to receive it. I began by warming up my erogenous zones with my own fingers. With familiarity my digits traced their way around my anatomy, mapping out my puffy pussy lips, pinpointing my clitoris and exploring my vagina. It felt so good, I whimpered, "Uh, uh, uh." I twisted the base of the vibrator engaging its lowest speed. I allowed the head of the vibrator to slowly travel the most responsive parts of body, first buzzing my inner thighs then my labia. I increased the speed of my toy and applied varied pressures to my clit. My arousal built. I relished the powerful sensations surging through my body. I panted, "That's it, that's it," and puffed breathily, "Oh, that's it." Glancing at the man painted on the book cover with glassy eyes I slipped the enlarged tip of vibrator slowly inside my pussy. After a moment, I simulated sexual intercourse by sliding the droning dildo up and down in my slick snatch pushing the limits of comfort. I located my G-spot with the wide egg-shaped head of the toy and groaned. Quickly, I twisted the base of the vibrator dialing up the intensity of the vibrations that gyrated all the way through my gash. I diddled my clit with demonic endeavor until a toe-curling orgasm was delivered. My climax exploded in the pleasure center of my mind as my cunt contorted and contracted around the humming device still imbedded within me. I screamed with agonized release, "Yeessssssssss!" A couple of hours later, I met, my sister at Bickford's Bistro in Norwalk about halfway between Tina's home in Irvine and mine in Pasadena just off the I-5. I wore a simple white T-top with green slacks over my 117 pound frame that accentuated my 36-28-38 curves. I arrived at the restaurant early so I grabbed a table and waited for Tina. I saw her draped in a blue moo-moo dress as she entered the restaurant. I stood up to make my five foot, seven inch stature noticeable and waved at her. She waddled to the table and collapsed heavily into the chair. She was six months pregnant with twins and miserable. She asked, "Hello, Jen, how are you?" "Fine," I replied, "and you?" "Okay." Tina's first two pregnancies had been a breeze but this one was proving to be more difficult. She took a long swig of water. "That's good. I really like the lime. My taste-buds are super-sensitive right now." I nodded, "You, look well. How are the children?" "They're both fine and can't wait to meet their brothers growing in mommy's tummy." "I don't envy you, Tina. You're going to have four boys all under the age of six in a couple of months. I know you're just twenty-eight but that's going to require a lot of energy. You make my brother give you all the help you need. I'll kick his butt if he doesn't." She sighed then sipped her water. She asked, "How are your boys?" "Everyone is just fine. Stanley is coaching the boys Biddy Ball team so the boys can be on the same team this year." Tina smiled knowingly and nodded, "That does simplify things a bit." "I'll say, last season when they were on different teams I ran one way and Stan the other." A waitress took our order and we continued catching up. It was astonishing that even though we only lived 50 miles apart we hadn't gotten together since the holidays. Our food arrived and my sister dug into her lunch like a linebacker after a big game. In between bites Tina asked, "New hair style?" I touched my honey brown hair and said, " Yes, do you like it? It's called the Gosselin Bob." Tina's big doe like eyes sparkled as she said, "It suits you." "Yes, it does," I had to admit that the hair style suited my busy lifestyle. It was easy care for leaving me more time to shuttle my busy boys to their activities, take care of my husband and run my own home business. "It's a little easier to demonstrate my Green-California cleaning products without my hair falling in my face. I'm giving a demonstration at Mom and Dad's tomorrow by the way." Pulling the fork from her mouth and pushing the food into her cheek Tina mumbled, "I thought your parents were out of town. Golfing in Palm Springs, wasn't it?" I nodded, "They are but Mom lets me use her house to demonstrate my products. She likes getting a clean house without lifting a finger. It will have nice clean smell when they get back." Tina giggled, "Maybe, I should let you demonstrate in my house." "I'd love too. I could always use more sales." Once she was finished eating she pushed her plate back and belched in the most unladylike way. Several diners gaped at her but I laughed. Tears burst down her red face, "I'm so gross." "It was just a burp, Tina. It's not a big deal. You are very pregnant after all." She continued to shed tears out of proportion to her etiquette faux pas. "I'm just a fat hog. I'm afraid I'm losing your brother." I changed chairs so I could sit next Tina instead of across from her. I patted her back to stem the tide of tears as her body trembled with sobs. Finally, I asked, "Are you and Nick going through a rough patch?" She nodded, "I'm going to lose him." She started weeping again with a heart rendering moan. The waitress stopped by and collected our money for the bill giving Tina a sideways glance she asked, "Hormones?" "Yeah," I laid a tip on the table, "excuse us." I half-pulled, half-drug Tina out of her seat and we exited the restaurant. I walked her to the city park across the street. We sat on bench in the warm Southern California afternoon sun. Tina reached into her purse and retrieved a tissue. She wiped her eyes and blew her nose. Recomposed she smiled weakly, "I'm sorry, Jennifer." I smiled back and remarked, "That's okay Tina, every woman needs a good cry now and then." "Thanks, I wish it were just my hormones acting up but I'm afraid I'm going to lose Nick." Tina's tears exploded again. "I can't have sex and a big boobed blonde is trying to seduce him." I scooted next to her and rubbed her back, "What?" Tina calmed down enough and explained that her doctor had forbidden sexual intercourse due to the chances of a premature rupture of the amniotic sac because she was carrying the twins so low. She sniveled, "Do you think your brother can go five months without sex?" "Five months?" "Three months until delivery and then another two months after the twins are born." "I see," I conjectured, "aren't there some other sexual things you can do besides intercourse. Maybe, oral?" Giggling she said, "We've tried but the last time I gave your brother a blow job I gagged on his big horse cock and threw up all over him, not very sexy." Red faced I said, "Oh my." Tina grew sad faced and conveyed, "That was a month ago, your brother has always been a very sexual person. I can't take care of him, now." Tina scowled fiercely, "To make matters worse little Miss Kimber Walker's shaking her skinny little ass in his face." "She the big boobed blonde?" "Yeah, Kimber's a little 24 year old bimbo in Nick's department, barely five foot tall, all boobs and butt." Tina narrowed her eyes and ranted, "You should've seen the skimpy red dress the little slut wore to the company Christmas party, barely covered her ass. She openly flirted with my husband while I was standing right next to him and I wasn't near as far along then as I am now." "Nick loves you Tina, you have two boys together with two more on the way." She smiled sadly, "Its not about love, its about sex. I know he loves me and he will resist as long as he can but Nick needs sex and he's been without it. I think I could forgive a one-time thing but once won't be enough for Kimber." "Tina you're obsessing over this Kimber person..." "Don't patronize me," seethed Tina, her eyes throwing daggers. "My marriage is falling apart. If Nick has an affair with Kimber, it will be over." "I'm sorry, Tina. I understand you're upset but nothing's happened yet, right?" Tina stood up, "Can we walk a little? All this sitting is starting to irritate my hemorrhoids, I'm so gross." I stood up and pulled Tina to her feet. "You're not gross. You're pregnant with twins." Tina's stride was something of a slow wobble. "You're right, Jennifer, nothing's happen, yet. But, I can smell her perfume on Nick's shirts when I do the laundry. She's been hovering and rubbing up on him. Like I said, my senses are supersensitive right now." "What can I do to help? Do you want me talk to my baby brother?" I replied with a sincere smile. Tina stopped at bench near a duck pond, "We better sit down again." We both sat and Tina began again, "Please don't be mad at me and understand I've given this a lot thought. If I hadn't, I wouldn't have invited you out to lunch to talk about it face to face." I laughed, "I knew you had something in mind when you called out of the blue." She gave a hesitant smile disturbed that I had interrupted her, "Jennifer, this isn't easy to ask and I know it will sound crazy..." She drew a deep breath and continued, "I want you to have sex with Nick." Stunned, my mouth fell open while Tina dropped her eyes to her fumbling fingers in her lap. I rapidly blinked a recovery and asked, "Yeah, Tina that does sound crazy...Its not just crazy its taboo... Its out of the question. I can't believe you asked me such a thing. I can't believe you thought such a notion." Tina held up her hand to hush me. A tear trickled down her cheek. "Please, Jennifer, don't be mad. Look at things from my point of view. My marriage is hanging by a thread." She daubed her eyes with her fingers. "My very sexual husband can't have intercourse with me while at the same time a sweet young thing is rubbing herself up against him every day. If I were able to make love to my husband I wouldn't be worried about Kimber, tight ass or not." "So your solution is to ask me to be some kind of sex surrogate for my own brother?" She nodded, "It's not so crazy. You love your brother. You're not a threat to our marriage. I mean you're not going to run off with Nick like Kimber would. It would just be sex." Wide-eyed I asked, "What about my marriage? You're so concerned about yours, have you even thought about mine?" Tina watched a duck waddle toward the pond. She shook her head negatively, "No, I didn't. I'm so sorry. I'm such a selfish bitch." With down cast eyes she added, "I'm sorry. Please forgive me." With an awkward silence we watched the ducks swim on the pond. Tina hissed and rubbed her bloated belly. "When one kicks me the other thinks he needs to kick me too." I put my hand on her tummy and felt the active twins within. I looked into Tina's sad eyes, "I'm sorry you're so miserable. A woman's pregnancy should be a time of hope and joy." "Yeah," was all Tina could muster for a reply as a tear trickled down her cheek. My curiosity got the best of me so I asked, "Why did you even think I would even consider sleeping with my own brother?" "Because you've had incestuous sex before..." "Wha...what?" I interrupted with widen eyes and face flushed red. Tina smiled broadly for the first time that afternoon. "Twelve years ago, the night before your cousin, Mike, left for the Army. You had sex with him in the pool house at your parent's home. Nick saw you." My mind whirled and I whimpered, "Uh...uh...I" Laughing Tina patted my knee, "Don't worry your secret's safe." Finally I composed myself. "I had no idea that Nick had seen us. You must think I'm some kind of pervert. I had just finished college and wasn't married. I guess I just got caught up in the lust of the moment. Mike was going away. You know he died, later that year in a training accident." "No, I don't think you're a pervert. I think your cousin was scared about leaving home and you tried to comfort him then one thing led to another. Nick showed me his photo, he was hot." I smiled weakly at Tina appreciating her understanding. "What did Nick say about it?" Tina giggled again. "He was peeping in the window. He said he got a good look at your snatch after Tony pulled out of you. Your legs were still spread and his cum was trickling from your pussy down the crack of your ass." She held her swollen stomach and laughed again, "Nick makes me shave my bush, when I can actually see my bush that is, into a landing strip because he that was how yours was then." Blushing I said, "Well, I had been wearing a bikini all summer." We both laughed. Tina finally asked, "I hope you're not too mad at me, Jennifer. I thought if you had done it once you might do it again. I had to ask. You are my favorite sister, I trust we can still be friends." I laughed again, "I'm you're only sister, Bitch." We gave each other a big hug. We both needed to get back to our respective responsibilities so we left the park got into our cars and drove in opposite directions on the San Ana Freeway. Traffic was light so I was able to contemplate Tina's revelations not only about the state of her marriage but her motivations for asking me to sleep with my own brother. The rest of the afternoon and evening was spent taking care of our usual family routine: ball practice, followed by supper, then homework. I wondered if my life was becoming too routine. After supper while my husband, Stanley, helped the boys with their homework I snuck upstairs and took a bath. While the water filled the tub I looked at my nude body in the mirror. I lifted my breasts in my hands then dropped them back to my torso. Not too bad after nursing two babies, I smiled satisfied. My 34 year old body was still in good shape, maybe, not quite the shape of a 24 year old Kimber, but in good shape nonetheless. I lit aroma therapy candles and inhaled the relaxing scent of lemon. It uplifted my mood. I sunk into the warm sudsy water which seeped into my taut muscles. As I unwound, my mind wondered back to my conversation with Tina. I closed my eyes and reminisced about the night I had naughty taboo sex with my cousin. I remember his cock was long and hard. My nipples grew hard and peeked from the water like periscopes from twin submarines. I pinched my nipples and moaned as pleasurable warmth spread to my core and heated my cunt. I slipped a finger into my snatch to discover I was wet on the inside as I was on the outside. Water sloshed in the tub as I manipulated myself with a finger in my pussy and my palm pressed against my clit. I thought of the glint in Mike's eyes as his big cock penetrated my cunt sinking into my warm wet depths. My moans were reminiscent of the moans I mouthed twelve years ago as Mike's hard manhood pounded my pussy. I recollected his shaft sinking into me tagging my cervix as he unload his cum into me, so much cum that my cunt couldn't contain it all. My over stimulated pussy was ready to pop. I pushed my palm hard against my clit with a sense of urgency. I howled as my climax crested and crashed down. My cunt contracted around my finger as my heartbeat throbbed in my ears. A tormented groan tore from my throat as pure pleasure radiated from my core. Recalling that Tina said my brother made her shave her bush into a landing strip. I glanced between my legs and grimaced. My bush was no longer an inviting landing strip. I let it go and it had become an unattractive jungle of pubic hair. "I've let myself go. Stan deserves a better presentation of my pussy than this." I soaped my snatch grabbed my razor and with a steady determined hand I trimmed my bush back to a narrow landing strip. I ensured that my labia were completely hair free. When I was finished I felt somewhat more sexy than when I had gotten in the tub. Water cascaded from my body as I rose from my bath resolved to break the monotony in which my life had fallen. I wrapped a towel around my frame, opened the bathroom door and hollered down at my husband, "Stan get the boys in bed, tomorrow's a school day." Stan echoed me, "Boys, you heard your mother, get to bed." The hustling footsteps that followed made me smile as the boys hurried to their bed rooms. I dug into my chest-of- draws and found the Valentine Baby Doll my husband had given me last year which I yet to wear. It was an exotic pink color and its totally sheer material would ensure he got a good glimpse of my most intimate parts. I slipped it on leaving the matching G-string panties in the drawer. I found a pair of pink high heels in my closet that were a close match to the Baby Doll's color. Returning to the bathroom I brushed my hair and put on make-up. I dug in my make-up case until I found a shade of pick lipstick that matched the color of my lingerie. As a final touch I put on big-hooped ear-rings. A type I hadn't worn since Stanley and I had dated. I smiled at my vampy look in the mirror. I really liked how my high heels pushed my boobs out. Opening the medicine cabinet I found Stan's bottle of erection blue pills and retrieved one. I pulled a paper cup from the dispenser and filled it with water. I made my way down stairs to our home office where I knew I'd find my husband. Pausing at the door I studied my husband of ten years. Although he had a rescinding hair line he was still in good shape for a 43 year old man. He worked as the Medical Material Manager at Pasadena General Hospital. It was the job he had taken after an eight year stint in the Air Force. He had retained the habit of running daily over the lunch hour from his Service days and it kept him fit and trim. I cleared my throat, "Ugh-Ump." Stan looked up from the computer terminal. His fingers rested motionless on the keyboard as his blue eyes surveyed my appearance. He smiled at me and I hoped my presentation was that of an ethereal creature standing in a pool of pink light, lovely and sexy. He swiveled his chair and whistled as I sauntered into the room swaying my hips in wanton invitation. "Wow, Baby, you look hot. I had forgotten I had bought you that outfit."