0 comments/ 26561 views/ 9 favorites Lynn By: Dude6729 I love all the readers input from my stories before but I would like to respond to your coments so please leave a way for me to contact you if you have read any of my stories and try to clarify who you are if you have left one before please as the usual all comments are accepted. October, 1982 Walking back down to the old field brought back all the memories, all the wonderful moments of high school. I'd had a better time of it than most kids these days, and I remembered those autumn afternoons spent on the gridiron fondly. I guess the fact that I was the starting quarterback and captain of the team had a little bit to do with it. The memory of those years was running through my mind as I approached the field. There was another game going on today, one with different players and different opponents, but some things remained the same. Youthful enthusiasm, dedication, drive, determination, the hunger to win... it was all still there, out on the field and in the stands. I stopped down by the end zone and leaned over the waist-high fence that surrounded the football field. This was the same exact field I'd spent four years on as QB. I looked over at my high school team, in a huddle, and had to grin. The QB was wearing my old jersey, #15. Only, instead of my last name written across the back, it said "JENNINGS." I wondered who Jennings was, and if he was any good. I decided to stick around and watch a while. Looking over at the home crowd, I spotted the cheerleaders working the stands, their short, dark blue skirts swishing side to side as they went through their routines. I had to smile, and then I had to remember. ------------------------ October, 1972 My breath was coming hard. I chanced a glance over my shoulder. The clock on the scoreboard, and the scoreboard itself, told the entire story. There was less than a minute in the game, the score was 28-0, and my team, the Falcons, were leading. I'd passed for four touchdowns and over 200 yards that day. It was the last game of the season. After coming off a perfect 8-0 undefeated season, I'd taken the Falcons first to sectionals, then regionals, and finally, to the state championships. Well, the Class III-C championships, but it was still the state championships. And we were winning. With less than sixty seconds to go, nothing could stop us. The clock was stopped, and I took a few seconds to catch my breath. I looked at my teammates in the huddle and had to smile. We'd come far as a group, playing together for four years, first as the Freshman team, then as JV, and finally when we were Juniors, we were all promoted, en masse, to Varsity. And we'd kicked some serious ass all up and down the county. This was our crowning moment. I looked from face to dirty face, uniform to muddy uniform. And then my eyes came to rest on Todd. His uniform was spotless. His helmet unscratched. The back of my own helmet had sixty-three small football decals on it, one for every touchdown I'd passed, handed off, or run across the line myself. Todd's helmet was bare. In four years of playing football, Todd had been in on exactly six plays. This was his seventh. Todd was my best friend, had been since the 2nd grade. Todd was a great guy, the absolute heart and soul of the team. Everyone liked him, a few of the guys might even have loved him. He was at every practice, giving two hundred percent, doing everything the starters did, only slower and a little less gracefully. Hell, a lot less gracefully. Todd was a great guy, my best friend, but possibly the worst football player the world had ever seen. The six previous plays the coach had put him in on were all in games where we led by at least three touchdowns, and always late in the fourth quarter. He'd played hard and sweet and honest, but I'd never given him a pass or a handoff. The coach called the plays, and as much as the coach knew Todd wanted to handle the ball just once in a game, he'd always called running plays or passing plays to the opposite side. I smiled at my best friend and he smiled back, excited to be playing in this, the state championship game. Something he would be able to tell his grandchildren about, I thought. I glanced over my other shoulder and took the sign from the coach. He wanted me to fake a handoff to one running back and give it to the other. I nodded, turned back into the huddle... and set a completely different set of circumstances into motion. We were one, maybe two plays away from the end of the season, the end of our high school careers, the end of a championship year. I was captain and QB. I was taking control. I looked at my teammates and said it. "Red right 39. Todd." Todd gulped. I looked from face to face, looking for dissent. At least three of the linemen had seen the sign, and knew that I'd changed it. All I saw were warm smiles and knowing looks. They wanted this, too. They wanted to give Todd the chance to catch a ball in a game, make a contribution. He'd earned it, and I knew that my teammates would give their all to make sure that it happened. We broke the huddle and assembled, Todd on my left, at tight end. The play was simplicity itself. A twenty yard run, then ten in. When he turned, the ball would be in his hands. He knew it, I knew it. He had only to catch it. The defense lined up, and I checked it. They were expecting a run play, or perhaps even for me to fall on the ball and run down the clock. Everything started moving in slow motion. I could see my breath coming in soft white puffs as I leaned over the center and looked right, then left. My eyes met Todd's, and then unfocused a little more, and I saw Lynn standing behind Todd, on the sidelines, her pom-poms forgotten, her hands at her face, looking at her boyfriend. Lynn and Todd had been going out since anyone could remember. He had asked her out in the seventh grade, when she was... well, not exactly ugly, but she was nothing to brag about. Kind of short, with dirty blonde hair she wore in a listless ponytail. Todd had shyly approached her and asked her to go out with him, and thrilled, she had accepted. They had been together ever since, and were a shoe-in to be named Senior Couple when the yearbook came out later that spring. Lynn had changed a lot in the six years she and Todd had dated. Sometime over our sophomore summer, she had bloomed. She was gorgeous, tall and lithe and blonde and tanned and perfect. Her high, saucy breasts caught more than one eye as she walked down the hall, and the rear view was even better. Her tight, taut ass was something to behold. The boys had started coming around then, hanging around Lynn's locker, asking her out, trying to pry her away from Todd. To Lynn's credit, she had stayed loyal, remembering when none of the boys would even give her a second glance. Remembering that Todd had loved her when she looked just okay... and she loved him. Todd loved her. And I loved her. My head swivelled back to stare at the opposing noseguard, and as I called out the count, I remembered... June 1972 - three months earlier The phone call caught my by surprise. It was the first week of summer vacation, and I was planning on sleeping in. My summer job wasn't scheduled to start for another week, and Todd was away at summer camp, working as a counselor. My own girlfriend and I had broken up about a month ago, so it couldn't be her. "'Lo?" I mumbled from under the covers. "David? It's Lynn." There was something wrong, something in her voice that snapped me awake in a second. "Could you come over please? I... I... oh, God, David, please just come over!" "I'll be right there," I said, and hung up. I jumped out of bed and threw on a pair of old, faded jeans and a t-shirt. I slid my naked feet into some topsiders and ran down the stairs, grabbing my car keys as I went out the front door. My new car, a '69 Mustang, sat in the driveway, sleek and silent. Dad had given it to me for my 17th birthday a few weeks ago, and it was the love of my life. I jumped in and fired it up, backed into the street and turned towards Lynn's house. It was normally about a ten minute drive. I made in three. I knew something was up when I turned down her street. Cars were parked everywhere. I parked in a neighbor's driveway and made my across the street. Parked directly in front of Lynn's house was an olive-drab Army staff car. Standing on her front porch were an Army captain, a chaplain, and a woman, probably the Captain's wife. It was a notification team, and I knew instantly what had happened. Lynn's brother, Kevin, was in Vietnam, with the Army. He was a LRRP (Long Range Reconnaissance Patrol), assigned to the 173rd Airborne Division near Chu Li. LRRP duty was among the most dangerous duty there was. Their name said it all. Long Range Recon; deep into enemy territory. I ascended the stairs and nodded to the Army personnel. I tapped the chaplain on the shoulder and motioned him over with my chin. "Yes, my son?" "I'm a friend of the family's. Actually, a friend of Lynn's. She called me a few moments ago, but I don't know what's happening. It would help me a lot if you could give me some idea. I assume this is about Kevin?" The padre nodded sadly. "KIA?" I asked, and he shook his head. "MIA. I'm sorry, son." I thanked him and went inside. Lynn was sitting on the couch in the living room, sniffling softly. I went to her, and she buried her face in my shoulder. I held her and stroked her back as she let it out, the sobs wracking her petite body. After about half an hour she straightened up, ran both hands through her hair and demanded that I take her somewhere... anywhere. We jumped in my car and we drove out to the country. County Route Twelve is a long, windy stretch of driving with plenty of serene, beautiful scenery. I held Lynn's hand as we drove, more to give comfort than anything else. Now, before any of you think me a cad and assume that I made moves on my best friend's long-time girlfriend when she was vulnerable, let me just say here that I may have been a normal, hormonally-charged horny teenager back then, but I wasn't that much of a cad. I was just there for her, when she needed a friend. As the weeks went by, we spent a lot of time together. She and Todd still wrote, and Todd wrote me a letter thanking me for being there for Lynn when he couldn't. He'd wanted to quit his summer job and come home to be with her, but Lynn had insisted that he stay. Todd needed the money for college, and Lynn had me there for... comfort. Neither of us was sure when it started. She slowly became accustomed to the fact that her brother was missing in action. The crying jags lessened, and she started to smile and laugh more. The first time I made her laugh after the awful news, she stopped in the middle and looked stricken. I took both her hands in mine and told her softly that it was ok to laugh, ok to have some fun, that Kevin would want her to go on with her life. (I was always careful to refer to him in the present tense.) "Never forget him, Lynn... but live your life." She thanked me, and kissed me on the cheek, and I forgot about it. About eight weeks after the awful news had been delivered, towards the middle of August, Lynn and I were spending most of our free time together. We went to the movies a few times, and out to the lake once or twice. I enjoyed her company, and she mine. She was a funny, intelligent girl, sexy as all hell. I can still remember how she looked in that bikini... and later, how she looked out of it. How Lynn and I almost came to make love in the back seat of my car up at the lake is still a little cloudy. I knew from Todd that Lynn was a virgin, and that she was saving herself for her husband. Even in the aftermath of the sexual revolution, some girls still wanted to present their husbands with an untouched body. Apparently, Lynn was one of those girls, and it added, somehow, to her sexiness. Knowing (also from Todd) that she loved to neck and that she'd let him touch her nubile breasts through her top, but never underneath, listening to Todd's accounts of her growing excitement and horniness under his hands had always turned me on. I'd been silently rooting for Todd to wear down Lynn's resistance and finally make love with her. For me, at that time, it was a foregone conclusion that they would marry after college. After all, they were applying to the same schools. Lynn and I were up at the lake, one of the last weekends of summer before Todd was to return. She got all sentimental on me, thanking me for being there for her when she needed it, for being her friend. She was sitting in the passenger seat, turned slightly towards me, and I could see the crotch of her bikini stretched tightly across her mound. So tight, in fact, that the fat lips of her pussy were creating a channel in the material. I leaned over and was planning to kiss her on the cheek, like I always did, when Lynn turned her head at the last minute and our lips met for the first time. It was a soft, lingering kiss, one that slowly grew in heat and passion. The shared experiences of the last two months surrounded and enveloped us, and before we knew it, we were necking like long-time boyfriend and girlfriend. Her arms came around my neck, and she pulled me against her, forcing my body on top of hers. My hands went to her hips, her soft, silken hips, and then around her back. We were sort of half on our backs, half on our sides... my hand gently cupped an asscheek and tested its firmness with my fingers. Her buttock was perhaps the most perfect female teenaged butt I had ever felt, and I never wanted to let go. I pulled her against me, and she could feel my warm, aching need pressing into her belly from inside my swimsuit. Suddenly, Lynn's mouth opened against mine, and I felt her tongue licking at my lips. I opened my mouth to hers, and we started Frenching deeply, adding more fire and passion and heat to the kiss. One of my hands came up and cupped a breast; I expected her to stop, and half of me knew that I'd grabbed her tit for exactly that reason. I was hoping that she would break away and slap me, tell me to behave myself, and then the moment would be over. But I wouldn't be honest if I didn't admit that the other half of me wanted to feel her breasts for the sake of feeling them, that I'd always wondered what it would be like to feel and taste her delicious looking, saucy little tits. Surprising me, Lynn groaned into my mouth and pressed her body harder against mine, crushing her right tit into the palm of my left hand. My thumb worked the nipple softly, slowly, arousing it to a hot, hard point in a matter of seconds. And then instinct took over. Unlike my friend Todd, I had enjoyed the pleasure of a woman, two women, in fact. I knew what to do. I'd fucked both my previous girlfriends, but I knew instinctively that this was not a fuck. I was going to make love to Lynn, and her to me, and it was going to be one of the most special moments of both our lives. My hands went to her neck, and I undid the knot holding her bikini top on. It was dark and deserted at the lake, but the moonlight gave me enough to see by as her top fell away to reveal two breasts, perfect as only a teenager's can be, full and firm and round. They were stark white in contrast to her tanned chest and abdomen, and the difference really turned me on. Hadn't someone once said to me that white meat was the best part? I dropped my lips to her breasts and circled one full, hard nipple with my tongue, taking it gently between my lips to suck and lightly bite. Lynn's fingers wrapped themselves in my hair as she tugged me tightly to her breasts. I went from one to the other, giving as much equal attention as I could manage. "Oh.... David.... this feels so good," Lynn moaned. I just grunted in response... and then I lifted my head, looked into her eyes and kissed her softly, almost brotherly, on the lips. "Are you sure?" I asked. Lynn stared into my eyes. "We're going to make love, aren't we?" she asked in a small, scared voice. "If we keep this up, we are. But if you want to, I'll stop right now. I'd be full of shit if I said I never thought about doing this with you. I've been attracted to you for years. But..." I drifted off. "Todd is your best friend," Lynn said softly. "And he's my boyfriend." I just nodded. Lynn kissed me again, and then buried her face in my neck, her hands lightly stroking my chest. My arms went around her back, and we held each other for about two minutes. Finally, Lynn pushed away from me, only a little, and then kissed me again, hungrily, like a woman would. "David," she said, "This is probably not going to make much sense. What Todd and I have is... separate from you and me. I love Todd and you can believe that. But, in a way, a different way, I love you, too. Not the way a girlfriend and boyfriend love each other, not romantic love, but love just the same. A special love. You were there for me when I needed you. You spent all your free time with me this summer. You helped me get through one of the toughest things in my life. I would have fallen apart without you. When Todd comes back, he and I will still be going out, and you and I will just be... over. It wouldn't be fair to Todd to, well, share me with you. This is my way of saying... thanks." "You could have gotten a card," I teased, and then grew serious. "Lynn, it does make sense. You feel very close to me right now, very special and loved and protected, and I'm glad that I could do this for you. But this is something special, something you should share with Todd, or the man you're going to marry. I love you, kiddo. Not in the way that a boyfriend loves a girlfriend, or a husband loves a wife, not even the way a brother loves a sister. The way two very special friends love each other. I'll always be here for you, Lynn. I'll always be your friend. Even if Todd and I aren't friends, which is pretty hard to believe, you and I will still be, because we've shared this night, this moment. Even though it's not going to end the way either of us planned, it will still be special, because we both realized that we love Todd more than we love each other, because we both know that we wanted to do this -- but we didn't. We stopped in time." And with that, I picked up her top, retied it around her neck, gave her one last, soft kiss on the mouth, and sat up. We were silent on the drive home, both of lost in our thoughts. I was sure that I was going to kick myself in the morning. When I dropped Lynn off, she got out of the car and walked around to my side. "Walk me up?" she asked, and I got out and followed her. At her front door, Lynn took my hands and put them on her waist. "David, you have no idea how much I love you right now. What you said, up there, in the car, goes double for me. I'll always be your friend, and I'll always be here for you. All I can say is that the girl that gets you is going to be the luckiest girl I know. You're a very special guy, David, and I don't want you ever forgetting that." And then we kissed one final time. Softly, gently, on the lips, the passion overriden by tenderness. We hugged, and Lynn let herself in. Todd returned six days later. October, 1972 - The Game I saw Lynn standing there, on the sidelines, her pom-poms forgotten, hands at her mouth. I caught her eye, and she smiled at me for a half second before turning her attention back to Todd, back to the man she loved. Some of the other cheerleaders had teased her at first, for dating the guy who was essentially the team loser. Lynn had defended Todd so ardently and, yes, viciously, that they had backed off. No one was looking at her as she watched Todd. They were working the crowd, the other girls taking up Lynn's slack as she watched perhaps the final play of Todd's high school football career. Lynn I met Lynn ten years ago when I decided to join a transplant recipients support group. At the time, I felt the need to be with others who had gone through the same thing as I did in March of 1984. My remaining kidney had stopped functioning in November of 1983 and after four months of dialysis, my brother volunteered to give me one of his. I also felt that I had something to give, something to share with others who perhaps had yet to receive the gift of life and wanted more information. It was also a time when I had the urge to go out in public and promote organ and tissue donation and transplantation. When I called Life Connection of Ohio, our local organ procurement organization, they put me in touch with Walt, the president of the support group and a liver transplant recipient. He had a very soft, soothing voice over the phone and I immediately thought I was speaking to Fred Rogers when he welcomed me with open arms to their group. A few nights later, I scanned the cramped meeting room at Miami Valley Hospital in search of someone who might fit the description of the voice I heard, but instead a petite woman with strawberry blond hair, dancing blue eyes and a wide smile bounced up to me like a puppy wanting to play fetch. "Hi, I'm Lynn," she said as she stuck her hand out to me. I took it and her grip was strong. "I had a kidney-pancreas five years ago," she continued. "I'm Tony," I replied as our handshake ended. "Kidney, fourteen years," I added. "Wow, fourteen years!" she bubbled. "That's great." My first thought was that no one could be this perky, but that was the last time I underestimated Lynn. She was that way all the time and this was just the start. "Come on," she said as she took my hand again, "I'll introduce you everyone." And so, Lynn introduced me to various individuals in the room, most of whom already had a transplant, while there were others who were on the dreaded waiting list. This group was not confined to just transplant recipients or those waiting. Husbands, wives, children, and friends also populated the room. To my amazement, no one in the room had been a recipient longer than me. In fact, Lynn and Walt both said they knew of only two people in the area who had been a recipient longer than me. The meeting was very interesting as plans for their annual picnic were being formulated. At the urging of Walt, and I suspected Lynn had something to do with it, I managed to make it through the obligatory self introduction to the group. As the months went by and I got to know the group better, it became clear to me that although Walt was the president, Lynn was the force that kept everything together. Her hand and her stamp was on everything the group did, be it the group's picnic, health fairs, or speaking engagements. I found myself gently pulled into activities by her that I otherwise wouldn't have given a second thought in the past. It was just her way. One month I would be grilling hotdogs to sell in a shopping center parking lot, all the while telling people about my transplant and the need for organ donation. The next month I would be speaking to a group of nurses about my stay in the hospital and what they could do to help patients with renal failure or ones who had just received the gift of life. When Walt's term as president ended and he didn't wish to have another two year term, Lynn was everyone's choice for president and she insisted that I run for vice-president. Not expecting to win because I had not been with the group very long, I was pleasantly surprised when I did win. Afterward, she told me in private, "We're going to do a lot of things and I'm going to need your help." I didn't know if it was a request or an order, but her infectious smile and determination was something I couldn't say no to. There was always a plan, a creation in her mind that just had to come to fruition. Through sheer determination, spunk, and guts, Lynn set things in motion from day one. I've never been a witness to a more creative mind in my life. Her plans seemed to run on top of each other, spilling over and intertwining. Sometimes it seemed as if things would never get done, but they always found a way to do just that. And when a project came alive and jumped out at you upon its conclusion, Lynn would sit back with a smile on her face. "See, I told you we could do it!" It was never about her. Everything she did, everything she created was about organ donation awareness and she never took credit for it, always deflecting attention to someone else or the group as a whole. Even if she thought of 95% of a project or event, she would say that it was John's idea or Dennis'. That was the beauty of her. I got to know her better little by little as we worked to make our group stronger and more known in the community. I got to know her husband, Jim, and her German Shepherd, "Shep". Naming her dog was the only thing I know of that wasn't very creative by her and I teased her about it from time to time. I began to recognize her inner strength even more when she began to have problems with her transplanted pancreas. It was never a big deal to her and she rarely talked about it. When it was decided that the pancreas had to be removed, Lynn took it in stride. "I've been a diabetic my whole life," she explained to me, "so going back on Insulin is no big deal." And so she did and didn't look back. As the years went by, I admired her more and more for her tireless efforts for our group and the transplant community as a whole. Fatigue was a foreign word to her and she always felt that there was more to do and she was the person to do it. No matter what the project, I couldn't say no to her because I could see we were making a difference, something I wanted to do from the very start. She had drawn me into her world and held me gently so I couldn't leave. It was in the spring of 2002 when she was diagnosed with bone cancer in her legs. She was very matter of fact about the whole thing and didn't wish to make a big deal out of it. "I'll be cured, everything will work out," she'd say and she was so convincing that we took it for granted that she would beat it. Radiation treatments and chemo therapy followed for the next year as she went through the hair loss, pain, and nausea. I never heard a single complaint from her. Sometimes she would say she was tired or needed to take a nap, but that was it. Her hair loss brought out her wicked humor with, "I'm glad I don't have to shave my legs anymore." or "No bikini wax for me!" She always found a way to make us feel better about her illness. Her right leg responded well to the treatments, but the same couldn't be said for her left. After countless surgeries and treatments, she decided she had messed around with it long enough. "Cut it off so I can get back to normal," were her words. And so they cut it off below the knee. Within weeks after the surgery, she was back to her bubbly, vivacious self. Her first prosthesis was big and cumbersome, but that didn't stop Lynn from working 40 plus hours as a store manager. I visited her from time to time to see how she was getting along and I was always greeted with a smile and a hug. After a long battle with her insurance, she was fitted with a modern, lightweight prosthesis which gave her much better mobility. With slacks on, one could barely see a difference between her and a person with two legs. In warm weather, she always wore shorts and never hid her artificial leg from anyone and was more than pleased to talk to people about it. Every time she saw someone with a prosthesis, she made it a point to seek them out and talk to them. In the beginning of this year, Lynn began to have pain in her right leg again. We all hoped and prayed that it was something else besides cancer. I mean, hadn't she beat it before? How dare it try to come back! But, it had returned and it was stronger than before. Disappointed, to say the least, Lynn met it head on and fought it as hard as she could. Radiation and chemo treatments once again ruled her life and through it all, she remained optimistic that she would defeat it once more. By March, the cancer was spreading and amputation was discussed again. "Oh well," she sighed in resignation, "I guess I need to learn to walk all over again." Although her doctors wanted to amputate above her knee, she insisted they amputate below the knee so she could walk with two artificial legs easier. And so it was done. She was in great spirits for the next few days as she discussed getting better, learning to walk again and new projects she wanted to start. However, bad news followed as new tests revealed that the cancer was in her knee and she needed another amputation above the knee. For the first time I had known her, I saw defeat in her eyes and it saddened me greatly. We tried to buoy her confidence and pick her up as she had done so often to anyone who needed their spirits lifted. It appeared to help as a more confident Lynn left us to be wheeled into the operating room. The next few days and weeks were difficult as Lynn struggled with her newest setback with strength and determination. Her diabetes became more and more difficult to manage, wildly fluctuating from time to time. Friends and relatives stopped by her home during the day as Jim worked so that she wouldn't be alone very often. One time, she slipped into a diabetic coma and had to be revived by a paramedic squad. Through it all, she remained upbeat and her sense of humor returned with a vengeance. She constantly poked fun at herself and would not let anyone see the pain she had. As April ended, Lynn developed a fever and it was discovered that she had developed a blood infection, presumably from her latest surgery. And so, it was back into the hospital one last time. It never occurred to me, never entered my mind that Lynn would ever be defeated by illness no matter how severe. Maybe I wouldn't allow myself to think the unthinkable. Things just didn't go right from the start and with each visit I could see her getting weaker. She never complained of the pain she must have had. Lynn would only say she was tired and needed to take a nap. That was the beauty of her. The infection wasn't getting better and the cancer was back, attacking her with a renewed voracity. We all tried to remain optimistic..... It was still a horrible shock when I received the phone call. I was numb as I stumbled to a chair to sit. It just couldn't be. How could it be? The last time I saw her, she was joking about how she would be unbalanced when she tried to walk again because of the unevenness of her amputations. Her spirit was willing, but her body finally let her down. After my friend had hung up, I continued to sit and ponder Lynn and her life and what she meant to me. And that's when the tears began too flow. I don't remember too much about her funeral. Standing in line to talk to her husband, I saw Lynn in her casket dressed in a cream colored business suit. It didn't look like her, didn't look like the vivacious, spunky, strawberry blonde I had known for ten years. Another cruel trick of death, I guess. I hugged Jim and offered my condolences to him. He smiled and nodded. We both knew she was out of pain and it was okay now. I went to the casket and gazed at her one last time. I kept wanting her to wake up and tell me of another idea she had for a fundraiser or how she needed me to speak at a Rotary Club. But, I knew it was for the best that she was at peace and out of pain. I wish I could say I was strong enough not to cry during the service, but I would be lying. I wasn't alone. The only consolation was knowing Lynn would have been cussing me out for feeling sad instead of happy for her. I could see her in my mind walking around completely healthy and that was good. That helped. I still think about her from time to time and wish I had known her longer than ten years, but I can't complain. I was lucky to know her and she'll always have a special place in my heart and memories. You can cuss me out all you want, Lynn, because I still miss you. Lynn I grabbed her wrists and pinned them against the wall above her head. The scent of shampoo that was still present in her wet hair was alluring, and I took a long moment to inhale deeply and revel in it's effect. She was visibly aggravated and was trying to wiggle her way out of my hold, but even as her towel loosened and began to fall off her wet body, she realized that she was powerless to save herself from the impending loss of cover that it provided. Her chest rose and fell with each of her apprehensive breaths, causing the towel to slide ever-so-slightly with each one. As it finally fell to the floor, she was almost embarrassed despite her anger, and fear of what I was doing to her. I had caught her red-handed, and now I was going to make her pay. I buried my face in the corner of her neck and shoulder, and began to suck on her soft skin. She realized this was going to leave a mark that would be physical proof of our encounter, and her resistance became more desperate. Holding both of her wrists with one hand, I reached my other hand around behind her and traced down the length of her backbone. Her entire body was covered with goosebumps, as I ran my fingers further and further down, between the cheeks of her ass, and finally around to her bare pussy, into which I pressed my finger as far as it would go.... The sound of keys in the door caused me to sit up with a start, and with great disappointment I discovered that I has dozed off and let my fantasy run autonomously. "Damn!" I hissed. "Just when it was getting good! So much for being alone." My name is David, and I'm a senior in high school. I've been coming home from school as early as I can so that I can spend some quality time with my magazines before anyone else gets home. The computer usage was a little too closely monitored, and I found that it was easier to look at my collection of glossy prints in the privacy of my room in the basement and make up my own fantasies, which I could then play out in my mind at my leisure. The mental images of beautiful breasts, and shaved pussies framed by long legs in stockings and heels would tease me all day long at school. No wonder my grades are slipping. Finding time alone at home used to be pretty easy, but my older sister, Lynn, is a sophomore at the state college, and has now started her summer break a full two weeks before me. We normally get along pretty well, despite her holier-than-thou attitude, and my having to endure four years of being the 'little brother' in school. I'd love to show her how not little I am! So, now I was awake and groggy, and wondering who had come home. Dad wouldn't be home for a couple of hours, so I figured it was Mom. She comes and goes throughout the day, except on Fridays when she makes the overnight trip south to visit her sister. I was about to leave my room and head up the stairs to say hello to Mom, when I heard the footsteps on the floor above walking into Lynn's room. "Hmm, that's odd." I said out loud to myself. "Mom would hardly dare to go into her room." It seemed Lynn had everyone under her control, including our parents. There had been some rather heated discussions over the privacy issue, where Lynn was concerned. I, of course, got hardly any, save the fact that my room is in the basement, so I can always tell who is where in the house. There was always plenty of warning when someone was getting ready to come down the stairs. I supposed it could be Lynn, but it's kind of early to be home, even for her. The footsteps meandered a while, back and forth on the hardwood floor, and then a pause. I heard the stereo come on, and the hip-hop music that came blaring out of it proved it was indeed Lynn. She loved that stuff. There wasn't a lot of time to wonder about her early arrival because as soon as the music started, she left her room and headed into the kitchen. I would have assumed she was going to fix a snack, but she continued right through towards the stairs. "Oh shit! She's coming down here!" I said almost out loud. I quickly jumped into my closet and closed the door. Lynn had no way of knowing that I was home already, and I wanted to leave it that way for now. Maybe she's going to start some laundry or something like that. Nope! I was wrong again! Good thing i was in the closet because she walked straight into my room! 'What th....?!' That takes a lot of nerve, I thought, but I chose to remain hidden rather than confront her about the intrusion. I couldn't possibly imagine what the hell she'd be doing in my room. Normally, I'd get a ration of shit from her about the condition of my room, and the fact that she'd never be caught dead in there, but here she was, and though I couldn't see her, I could hear her rifling around under my bed. My breathing stopped when I realized that she was going to find my collection of magazines - God, I'd never hear the end of THAT! The whole scenario at the dinner table was playing through my mind: that shit-eating grin as her face as she brought up what she'd discovered in my room. Of course I'd have to argue about privacy and such, but I don't think that would hold much water at that point. I didn't know whether to be mad or scared - or both! My fear was realized when I heard her thumbing through the pages. I was sweating big time, but I noticed that she didn't seem to be having any obvious objections to what she was looking at. Shouldn't she be surprised, or shocked, or something?? "Aha! There you are! This is just was I was in the mood for today." she exclaimed, as she remover her selection from the stack, and scampered back up the stairs to her room. I couldn't believe it! she'd been in here before and knew what she was looking for! Anger was setting in, but what leg did i have to stand on? It's not like I could go and tell on her. That would be self-incriminating. Curiosity was getting the best of me. I had to know which magazine she had picked (and why). When I was sure she was back in her room, I let myself out of the closet and ran over to the bed and took a peak underneath. She had been careful to leave everything as it had been - except for the fact that one of my favorite mags was missing. It was a full-color XXX magazine called 'The Typing Pool', and it showed full penetration. Featured inside were stories about what goes on behind closed doors in the work place after hours. What Lynn had found in there that was interesting to her was beyond me. I couldn't even believe she'd 'lower' herself to view that stuff, let alone enjoy it! Most of the stories end with the Boss man taking his colleague almost by force, after a day of supposedly innocent teasing and unintentional seductive body language. Maybe she had been fantasizing about entering the work force, and all the different ways she could manipulate her boss into getting whatever it was she might want. Lynn was pretty hot, if I may say so myself, so I don't think that would ever be a problem for her. The music she had playing provided the perfect cover for me to make it up the stairs, across the living room, and down the hall to her room without ever being heard. Apparently, she was so confident in her thinking that no one was home, she didn't even bother to close her door all the way. "What a bonus!" i thought, grinning to myself. I made it all the way to the doorway, and slowly peeked my head in around the frame. what I saw almost made me give myself away! Lynn was leaning over her desk reading the magazine. One hand propped herself up while she used the other to finger herself. This was incredible! I really shouldn't have been watching this, but I couldn't help it. I was stunned. She was wearing only a set of silver stockings and a pair of black platform heels that made her slender legs even longer and more delicious looking. Lynn had a body that most porn stars would envy. She was moaning a little, and gyrating herself onto her own fingers. I wish I could have seen which pictures she was looking at, but guess it didn't really matter at this point. What should I do? I couldn't remain unnoticed for very long. Sooner or later, I'd have to duck out or risk being caught, but I think I was trying to convince myself otherwise. So, there i was, spying on my sister as she finger-fucked herself. Who knew my day would end up like this? Lynn stood up a bit and opened one of her desk drawers. That was when I figured my luck would run out, since her desk had a huge mirror in front of it, and all she had to do was look up, and this little voyeuristic venture of mine would end in what would no doubt be the loudest verbal explosion I'd ever heard come out of her mouth. Holding my breath and trying not to move a muscle, I watched as she removed a huge rubber cock from the drawer and put it in her mouth while she resumed her previous position. She moved it in and out of her mouth, making sure that it was well lubricated, and the she slid the flesh-colored monster down between her legs and guided it straight up into her pussy. I was shocked! My mind was spinning, trying absorb the image before me. It took a few moments before she was able to fully accommodate her instrument of pleasure, but what a gorgeous site it was. I think I was actually jealous of that thing! A couple of times her legs began to tremble and then there was a quick jolt, followed by a deep sigh and an almost musical moan. She was really enjoying this! I stood there and admired her actions until I finally figured out which scenario she was acting out. She was talking out loud to an invisible person, and I could tell by what she was saying that she was fantasizing about being a young secretary working her way up the corporate ladder. It as after quitting time, and she had gone into the boss' office and offered her services to him, which he gladly accepted and took advantage of. He said he was under a lot of deadline stress, and he needed someone to help him out, and relieve some of the pressure. Without saying a word, she obliged by leaning over his desk and slowly lifting up her skirt to reveal her intentions. There was no need for a verbal response from her boss, who proceeded to move in behind her. This is where I walked in... "Oh, David, I want you to relieve your stress inside me!" she said aloud. Again I was shocked! I knew the name of the man in the story was Richard (the Big Dick in the office), and the name of the guy she has been seeing is George, so... Was she actually referring to me?? I decided to assume the affirmative, and go for broke. I slowly made my way towards her. "That's it David. Push me down on the desk and fuck me!" she said next, still unaware of my presence. My advance had been timed perfectly, and i arrived directly behind her just as she finished her statement. She glanced up in the mirror and time stopped as our eyes met. The gravity of the situation was realized by both of us in that eternal instant; Lynn was about to have a fantasy realized in the flesh - only it would be the flesh of her brother, instead of her boss. There was a quick attempt to change her position and escape the situation, but it was too late. I didn't want to allow her time to consider her options, or dwell on what was about to happen. I put my arms around each side of her and held on the to desk, trapping her between it and myself. She could feel my cock pressing against her butt cheeks, and I could feel the heat that had built up between her thighs. I snarled in her ear, "your wish is my command, sis". Her resistance was noted, but I had made up my mind. She started this, and I was going to finish it. Her wet pussy proved all too easy to penetrate, and I forced my hard cock inside her while I held her toy in front of her mouth. As if on cue, she let out a scream to protest, and I shoved it into her mouth. Her muffle cries got me even more excited. She was pretty tight, and I could feel the fleshy muscles inside her wrapping themselves around me as I moved. The rubber toy and myself were in rhythm. She was being taken from both ends. I guess her senses were too overloaded to continue her attempts to get away. Actually, if I didn't know better, I'd have to say that she was getting into it. I kept up my invasion of her body, and she started pushing herself onto me at the same rate. "I feel better already." I said, looking at the two of us in the mirror and admiring how good she looked in her stockings and heels, and watching her beautiful breasts bounce in time with my thrusts. For the first time ever, I was afforded the chance to cradle the soft mounds in my hand. They were amazing. I stood up and she laid her head back on my shoulder and took over control of the dildo in her mouth. In and out it went, almost disappearing each time she pushed it in. It must be going into her throat, I thought. That thing was huge! She pulled it out just long enough to mention in a breathy tone "You're actually pretty good, little brother...." and then she inserted the toy again, and returned to her previous pace. "I wish you'd STOP calling me that!" I pleaded, and I started fucking her harder. Despite being glad to hear her positive reaction, this is the kind of shit that always made me furious with her. "I... am... NOT... LITTLE!" "I've had bigger." she replied. I was stunned. If she was trying to get the fucking of her life, this was certainly one way to go about getting it. I couldn't believe her brashness. "Maybe if i rammed it up your ass you'd notice how big it was" "Perhaps." was her only reply. Well, she asked for it, and if there had been any witnesses, I'm pretty sure they'd all be in agreement. I pulled out of her, took a handful of her long hair, and led her over to the bed. I fully expected that she'd use this opportunity to break away and run, but she allowed me to lay her down on her back. She had all the right moves. Her legs went up in the air, crossed, uncrossed, spread wide in the air, came back together, and then curled up so that her high heels were up against her butt - as if to point the way for me. I stood back for a second and watched her put on her little show. She was a sight, for sure, and I couldn't wait to be back inside her before something woke me up from this dream too! Her bare pussy was so well lubricated, that the juices had now run down and moistened her tiny asshole. I grabbed her ankles and opened her up. Placing the head of my cock at the entrance to her ass, I kept in constant eye contact with her. I wanted to see her reaction to the impending assault. Her eyes closed slightly, and she let out a soft moan as I pushed into her. God, did it feel hot in there! Her ass was incredibly tight, but I didn't stop until I was totally buried inside her. I noticed that i could still see her in the mirror, even from the bed. I imagined her laying there alone in her room playing with herself, and watching it all in the mirror. Now, she could turn her head and watch her brother fucking her in the ass. Her legs were wrapped around my back so that the spikes of her heels could pierce into my skin if she so desired. Maybe see was actually the one in control? Either way, I was in heaven, and I was definitely going to relieve some stress! My pace quickened, and i watched her expression change from the 'I'm all that' look, to one of discomfort and uncertainty. She tightened her grip on my with her legs as if to reduce my range of motion, but I was oddly excited about the fact that I could be causing her some pain. Her eyes were closed now, and I pushed into her harder and harder. She was starting to cry a little, but never made an attempt to stop me, which was good because there was literally no stopping me now. I leaned down, close to her face and waited for her eyes to open. This time when our eyes met, there was a passion and a lust between us that needed no words. She knew that I had lasted as long as I could, and she raised her head a bit to give me a deep, teary-eyed kiss. I pushed her head back down with my lips, as I sank my tongue into her waiting mouth. The added stimulation tossed me over the edge. She could feel me tense up and she was ready for the conclusion to the story. With our mouths still together, she hummed a deep moan as my body went rigid and I blew a huge load of cum into her ass. I was surprised by the intensity of it all, and i collapsed on top of her, continuing to slide myself in and out of her until i was completely spent. "That was a very 'big' moment for us, David." Lynn said. "I hope that made up for all the shit I've been putting you through." I was surprised that she even noticed that, let alone cared about it, but i didn't want to let it show. "And what if it doesn't?" I asked. "I've endured four years of grief at your hand. I'm not sure that i feel totally vindicated." "Well," she said with a sly grin, "we've got all summer." Lynn The text came while I was watching the baseball all-star game, a glass of wine on the night stand next to the couch, my lab nuzzled up comfortably on my lap, snoring contentedly. It wasn't quite dark out, just shy of 9 PM on a sultry mid-July evening. "Would you come over and climb into bed with me?" I had a decision to make. It took me about a nanosecond. What the hell, it was only an all-star game. My lab forlornly watched me as I scrambled out the door after a lightning-quick shower and grabbing another bottle of wine. See you in the morning, big fella. Daddy needs to mount something. I'd met Lynn on-line only a few days before and we'd already shared enough steamy texts to fry a phalanx of smart phones. Oh, and she also had forwarded, as if I needed further enticement, one naked photo of herself, naked and bound upright, her thong pulled down around her thighs, adorned in the obligatory fuck-me pumps. Those kind of photos serve to capture my interest. It didn't hurt that Lynn was absolutely stunning, a Gwyneth Paltrow look-alike with bigger tits. Much bigger tits. A truly classically beautiful face and a body that would have put women half of her forty-seven years old to shame. And did I mention really big tits? Just checkin'. In my haste to depart, I eschewed any navigational systems, so it took me about twice as long to finally find her house as would normally be needed. But, upon arrival at her front door, it was well worth the wait. I would have taken a one-way shuttle to the dark side of the moon for this vision of loveliness. She peeked almost shyly from the doorway. As I approached, I could see that she was dressed in a sheer white baby-doll nightie. Yum. She pulled me inside by the hand lightly and we kissed softly, two sets explorative lips seeking each other. Then we kissed again, this time a bit deeper, more hungrily. Her mouth was warm, wet, and her kisses were one of a shy seductress, but indicative of the passion to ensue. A very good start. She released the kiss and reached for the bottle in my hand. "You brought some wine, thank you!" she exclaimed in her little-girl-like voice. The voice was such a dichotomy from the stunning forty-seven year old beauty in front of me, but only added to the overall allure. As if the rest of her virtues weren't enough, the voice only served as another aphrodisiac. She made a shushing motion with a finger to her lips as she led me to the living room and placed me down on the couch in front of her television, again kissing me. I watched her silently as our lips met. She was indescribably pretty, and her sensational body was silhouetted through the sheer fabric of the nightie which barely covered her luscious ass. I was barely focused on her words as she rose up suddenly. "Put on whatever you want. Some porn, maybe? I have to go make sure my son gets to sleep." She left me there with a monumental decision as I fiddled with the remote. Pay-per-view porn with a young son in the next room, or the all-star game? America's two favorite pastimes. I opted for baseball, although I wasn't at all interested in the outcome anymore. I was just finding out that the American League, as usual, was beating the National League when she emerged from the hallway, her long blonde straight hair cascading down her back. "I'm going to pour us some wine, honey. Be right back." I admired her barely-covered rear end as she disappeared into the kitchen, my erection already at a peak. Never had I been so aroused feigning watching a baseball game. Lynn came back with two large goblets and eased herself down next to me on the sofa. She took a generous sip of wine. "Mmmm, tastes so good." She leaned over to kiss me, but I put up my hand. "Wait, baby," I implored. I reached for the other goblet and took a large sip myself, and then cupped her face into my hands, cradling her head at a slight angle, opened her lips with my tongue, and pushed the wine out of my mouth and into hers, a small stream of fruity nectar languishing between her lips and down her throat slowly. Her eyes widened as she gulped, and she exhaled sharply. "Wow!" she breathed, gasping slightly. "That was wild. Where did you learn that?" I smiled and shrugged. She put the goblet back into my palm. "Do it again. Please!" Give the lady what she wants, right. This time, I let the wine ease into her mouth like a soft spring rain, and she lapped and tugged at my lips like a ravenous kitten hungry for momma's milk. I held her head back and watched the blissful look on her face. her eyes were closed, and she had a dreamy smile on her goddess-like countenance. "Fuck, that is intense," she half-giggled, half-groaned. Then her eyes became slits and she gazed at me intently, uttering the magic words, the key to the castle. "Let's go to bed, lover." I carried the wine glasses into the bedroom and she sat me down on the edge of the king-sized bed. She lit a candle on the night stand, and I was more than ready for the games to begin when she got up and said, "Oops, forgot something. Be right back." My hard-on and I sat there patiently. Lynn came back with two large bottles of water. "I have a feeling we'll be needing to hydrate ourselves." Gotta love a woman who is prepared. She walked to the end of the bed and unraveled some red silk scarves from the covers. "Ordered these on-line for us. They just arrived today. We can tie each other up and use as blindfolds." Check that. A woman who is REALLY prepared. (Now, I wasn't silly enough to believe that the goodies were there just for my arrival, since we'd only known each other electronically for about 72 hours, but what the heck, if that was her story and she was sticking to it, it was fine by me.) Finally, mercifully, she knelt down on the floor in front of me and shook her long blonde mane to the side. She gracefully undid the button on my shorts and pulled down the zipper. I raised my butt from the bed to allow her to pull the shorts from my body. They fell to the floor next to her. Without a word, or further ado, this gorgeous blonde vixen lowered her mouth onto my shaft. Her lips immediately enveloped my cock, about halfway down my length. Similar to a first kiss, the initial seconds of a blowjob tell you whether the chemistry will be good or not and if the woman knows and enjoys what she is doing in this milieu. Although men, by nature, are grateful for pretty much any blowjob, what was ensuing in the first two minutes or so of this particular performance will be etched indelibly into my mind as one of the Hall of Fame-worthy performances, to give another baseball analogy. (Hey, after all, it was all-star night!) Lynn's oral talents themselves were augmented by her moans and groans as she went to work expertly on my dick. She had a too rare ability to consume most of my shaft deep within her mouth, but could still create a sucking sensation so that it felt like she were placing my dick in a vice. This is a quality that very few women can master, sadly enough, but Lynn was quite the fellatrix. An oral maestro, if you will, orchestrating a one-woman solo symphony on my engorged cock. She maneuvered herself so that she was now sitting on the floor with her legs tucked under the bed, presumably to get even better access to my entire rod. I swept her hair the side so that I could witness the erotic sight of this stunning woman making love to my cock after just having met in person mere moments before. (I'm not smart enough to make this up.) I gripped Lynn's silky hair and curled her golden locks into a tight mini-ponytail, and she grunted her approval and sucked even more eagerly. There was no need to face-fuck her or stuff my cock farther down her throat. Lynn was doing quite splendidly on her own accord. However, I wanted to send a signal of my own enjoyment and also let her know that I was still ultimately in charge. Or at least give that illusion. I knew who was really in charge. At least for the time being. I reached for a wine glass with my free hand, the other still entwined in her hair. I pulled her head back, and she reluctantly released my cock with a loud "pop". She wiped a small strand of saliva from the corner of her lips. Extremely sexy. "Are you thirsty, baby? Ready for more wine?" I asked her softly. She nodded and opened her lips, anticipating that I would pour some into mouth. Instead, I dipped my cock deeply into the wine goblet and swished the cold chardonnay all around and over my throbbing cock. I extracted my cock, dripping with the chilled nectar, and fed it into her mouth. She groaned huskily as I fed her my cock, stuffing it into her throat, my hand now roughly gripping the back of her skull. After about fifteen seconds of face-fucking and a unique wine tasting session, I released my grip. She stared up at me with a lustful gleam in her eye. "Wild," she uttered, almost inaudibly. "Do it again." I did as instructed, and she rinsed and repeated twice more. My balls were filling rapidly with a release that did not yet want to happen, so I placed the wine glass back on the stand, stood up, and raised Lynn off the floor. "Your turn," I said simply, placing her on her back on the mattress and lifting her lingerie over her waist, letting it hang off of her heaving breasts. I assumed the position on the floor myself and took a second or two to admire the landscape in front of me. Lynn's pussy pulsed ever so slightly, her labia swollen and a pale pink, her hard clit peeking from its hood like a tiny rose waiting to fully blossom. She had a small smattering of golden pubic curls surrounding her gash. Her aroma was sweet and pungent, heavy in the bedroom air, signaling her arousal. Her slit glistened as if a soft, nurturing rainfall had just fallen, her insides slick with her juices. I went down on her slowly, inhaling the indefinable scent of a woman's desire, and nibbled on her puffy folds. My middle finger began to leisurely massage her inner walls, and I began a north-south trail with my tongue, licking her from the top of her mons to the sensitive area between her cunt and her anus. Lynn's luscious body began to react to my ministrations, and she reached up and pulled the nightie over her shoulders, leaving her naked, at long last. I gazed at her stomach heaving as she began to pull at the bed sheets with one hand, while pulling my face deeper into her gushing slit with the other. I savored her flavor, which was fresh and tangy, the way most true blondes taste. But Lynn's was even more delicious. Her strong,supple thighs wrapped around my head and I heard her begin to mumble softly, "Fuck me. I need you inside me. Fuck me now, please....." I lifted my head, having to tug it from her death grip. "What are you asking for, Lynn, darling? I can't quite hear you down here." That little-girl voice became more husky. "Fuck me. I need your cock, baby. Give it to me." She tried to pull me up towards her. I rose and knelt in front of her. "Beg me," I teased her, slapping my impossibly erect cock on her pussy. Her eyes sparkled, enjoying the game, knowing her role. "Please, sir, please. Please fuck me....." Say no more. I eased my cock into her cauldron little by little, feeling her vaginal muscles begin to contrast and convulse around me. As I was to find out through the duration of this evening, and into the wee hours of the morning, Lynn had a very talented cunt. She knew just how and when to milk my cock, undoubtedly maximizing the pleasure for both of us. She looked up at me longingly as I began to caress her large, full breasts. "Come down here and kiss me. I like to be kissed while being fucked. I like it face-to-face best." She repeated the request, beckoning with raised eyebrows and a clench of her pussy. "Come down here. Kiss me." We fucked in variations of the missionary position for perhaps fifteen minutes, nothing frantic or urgent, but rather comfortable, getting accustomed to each other's bodies and genitals. All the while, we French-kissed deeply, our tongues slipping into each other's mouth and sucking on our respective lips and tongues. Lynn was as expert a kisser as she was a cocksucker. The eroticism of the tongue dancing served to inevitably accelerate our fucking, which turned from leisurely to more frantic. I put Lynn's legs close together so that I could slide more deeply into her, and she groaned loudly when my cock bottomed out at her cervix. "I'm gonna cum, baby, give it to me. Give it to me harder," she panted, her hands pulling my buttocks so that I had no choice but to thrust into her urgently. I could feel the heat rising in her nether region and little trickles of moisture flow from her gap each time I withdrew slightly. "Ohhh, yes, please, please, just like that, harder, harder," she whimpered as I tried mightily to delay my own explosion. Her head thrashed on the mattress like a puppet, and I felt her insides surround me with one last clench. "Uhhhhhhmmmmffffff," she moaned, her humid cunt spitting her ejaculate onto my cock, as I grunted myself, withdrew, held my dick over her torso, and sprayed my own seed on her flat tummy, a small puddle landing in the curve of her belly button. I collapsed on top of her, and again we kissed, a non-verbal show of mutual gratitude for the intense lovemaking that had just occurred. We didn't say a word for several moments, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. No words were necessary. There is nothing more exciting and erotic than making a truly gorgeous woman cum.......... Finally, she rose and kissed my forehead. "Relax a while, honey. I'll be right back." I admired the incredible naked body that I had just so enjoyed as she disappeared from the candle-lit room and into the living room, closing the door behind her. I waited for what seemed like thirty minutes for her to return, and eventually surrendered to slumber. I was asleep for well over another hour when I finally heard her re-enter the room, still nude. She climbed in next to me, and curled up on her side, her back to me, offering no explanation for her disappearance for what had to be close to two hours. Nor did I ask for one. I was just happy she was back. We spooned and she purred contentedly as I pushed my body against hers, cuddling together. I kissed and nuzzled her neck and began to caress her ass and pussy with two fingers. My erection told her that I was more than ready for round two. She turned on her side and kissed me hungrily, moaning into my mouth as my fingers slipped into her warm, wet pussy. She was ready, too, it seemed. Sleep would have to wait. In the famous words of Warren Zevon, "I'll sleep when I'm dead." "Can I bring some toys into bed, would you mind?" she asked politely between kisses as I fingered her. I've always been a ToysRUs guy when it comes to such items, so heck, why not? (And where did those scarves go to, anyway?) Lynn reached next to the water bottles on the night stand and produced a pocket rocket and a huge, red, two-pronged dildo that she called, "Big Al", with a substantial amount of affection. The rocket and Big Al contributed a significant amount of pleasure for Lynn and myself as we alternated fucking and using the toys on each other (yes, I liked it!) for the next half hour or so. Lynn rocked on to of my cock as she buzzed the small white device over her clit, keeping herself on the edge. (It's nice when a girl has such an intimate relationship with her toys, isn't it?) "Turn around and ride me reverse cowgirl, Lynn," I requested at one point. I had a plan for a triple play of sorts. Lynn acquiesced instantly, lowered her steamy cunt, now properly stretched, onto my cock. I heard the slight hum of the rocket and could see her tight hand gyrating. But I liked my view better for one reason. Lynn's little pink puckered star winked at me from this position. Even this woman's asshole was glorious! I licked my thumb liberally and slowly inserted it into her anus, just about up to the thumbnail. Lynn's body reacted almost instantaneously. But instead of rejecting the insertion into her most private hole, she embraced it. "Oh, God, that feels good. Wow....." she said over her shoulder. "Who knew?" Emboldened by her positive response, I ever so slowly wiggled my thumb inside of her sphincter, like a small corkscrew. The combination of my cock filling her cunt, the small device on her clit, and a thick thumb in her ass soon sent her "rocketing" over the edge. With a loud grunt and wail, her blonde hair thrashed wildly as I literally could see her juices flow down the back of her thighs and onto mine. "Oooh, fuck, that was great. Triple stimulation. That was an intense orgasm." I smiled, pleased that I could provide this sensational sex kitten with such pleasure. The sex was getting hotter. "Turn around, gorgeous." I instructed her. "I want you to ride me now. use my cock for your pleasure." She jumped up and laughed. She knelt down beside me and, taking my cock in hand, she sucked me hard for a minute or two, tasting her own juices, licking them into her mouth. "I love my own taste, I love to taste myself," she said, looking at me with twinkling eyes. Lynn obviously had exquisite taste. And tasted exquisitely as well. She then straddled me, placing her thighs outside of mine, and began rubbing my cockhead against her pussy lips. She moaned and began pushing down on me. I held my cock still and let her impale herself on me slowly. Her pussy was so wet that I slipped all the way in on the first thrust. I put my hands on her hips as we fucked, rocking slowly back and forth. She began a slow rhythm, impaling herself a little deeper on my cock with each movement. I reached up and began squeezing her magnificent tits and pinching her nipples. As she took my entire length inside of her, she began to rub her clit and moan loudly. She began to say something incomprehensible, but only muffled grunts escaped from her lips. Her head rolled forward and then back as I continued to pluck at her nipples and squeeze her tits. Her movements along my cock became wilder as she got closer and closer to another orgasm. Her hand moved rapidly across her clit. Soon she was uttering guttural obscenities, thrashing back and forth. I had to grab her by the hips to keep her from gyrating off of my cock. She collapsed onto my chest as the orgasm left her, my rigid cock still within her pussy. She rested on top of me for a few moments then looked up and said, "That was fantastic!" I smiled and kissed her. As our tongues twirled against each other I began thrusting my hips upwards, moving my cock in and out of her pussy ever so slightly. We rolled over so that I was on top and managed to keep my cock inside of her. I began fucking her hard, watching her tits bounce with each thrust. She wrapped her legs around my hips and began running her fingernails up and down my back. Soon I was ready to cum again but I didn't want to, knowing that my next orgasm would probably be my last of the evening, and I wanted to prolong this carnal marathon for as long as I possibly could. Lifting this beauty off of me, I laid her on the bed so that her head was at the end and hung over the edge, then I fell to my knees and spread her legs wide open. I ran my tongue down one thigh, flicked lightly across her soaked pussy, and up the other thigh. Back and forth I went, touching her pussy and clit with only the briefest and lightest of touches possible. "Lick my clit!" she said ordered after three or four teasing passes of my tongue, trying to force my head down with her hands. I resisted her pressure, "Beg for it! Beg for it like the slut you are. You know you want it - tell me how much you want it!" Lynn "Please! Please!" she shouted. "Lick my clit. I'm on fire. I need you to lick me. Please!" She continued trying to push my head against her and started trying to heave her hips up against my face. I lapped once along her cunt from bottom to top, flicking my tongue back and forth across her clit a few times before pulling away. "Don't stop. Please, don't stop! I need it. Please, please, please," she pleaded. Which was sweet music to my ears. I lowered my head to her sopping pussy again and began rhythmically working her clit with my tongue. Within a very short time she was cumming again, pressing my head into her and humping her hips up towards me. As Lynn came, I let go of her knees so that her legs could wrap around my head, I kept working on her clit at the same, steady rhythm. I reached up and took a nipple in each hand, pinching hard. She bucked and screamed through her orgasm, squeezing my head between her legs and pressing her cunt against my tongue. Throughout it, I continued to lick steadily at her clit. As she peaked again and again, I slipped two fingers into her and curled them forward to rub her G-spot as my tongue continued to work on her clit. Soon it was too much for her. She was squirming, trying to get away from me. She swiveled her hips this way and that trying to escape up the length of the bed and pushed against my head, trying to keep my tongue from her clit. I wrapped my other arm across her hips and kept at her with my tongue and finger. "Please stop!" she screamed. "It's too good." I pulled my finger from her cunt and fed it to her and watched as she licked up and down and back up my fingers, tasting her sweet juices. When I lifted my head from her pussy, my face dripped with her pussy juice. I let go of her hips and leaned back on my haunches. She rolled over onto her side, her legs together and let out a long, low moan. I stayed where I was, watching her recover. Slowly her breathing returned to normal and the trembling stopped. I could see her pussy juice running slowly out of her cunt and down her thigh. Wanting to provide Lynn with yet another experience that hopefully she would remember and want to explore again, I sat back and faced her, holding onto her ankles, keeping her legs spread wide. "Your only task for the about the next thirty minutes or so, beautiful, is to just lay back and enjoy. That's an order, OK?" She gazed up at me, a blissful smile on her cover-girl pretty face. "Yes, sir, I can do that, sir." With my left hand, I placed my palm over the top of her mound. I could feel the heat radiating from her cunt, her golden pussy hairs gleaming with her moisture. I took two fingers and spread her lips apart wide, allowing me both a scenic view and unfettered access to her pussy, her labia fluttering like a small sparrow in a stiff breeze. Her eyes remained closed, she looked completely relaxed, as I embarked on an intimate vaginal massage. For the first five minutes or so, I just let my middle finger casually wander through her inner walls, keeping her on the brink, studying her body intently, watching for cues and clues of what she treasured most. Eventually, as her own finger lingered down to gently tap and stroke on her clit, I let my index finger join my middle finger inside of her. She trembled, feeling the second digit caress her saturated slit. "God, my clit is absolutely rock hard," she murmured, almost to herself in disbelief. I began to press down with my left hand on top of her mons, exerting just a little bit of pressure on her tanned tummy, as I inserted my ring finger into her to make it a trio. Shortly thereafter, Lynn had yet another mini-orgasm. Not as powerful as some of the ones that had preceded it this evening, but satisfying just the same, if her body sensors were any indication. Her pelvis was lifted high off the mattress by now, and I had crawled close enough to her so that her thighs lay on top of my legs. I again treated her to her ejaculate, exhorting her to lick between all of my fingers. "That's it, beautiful, lick yourself. Lick it up as if you were eating another pussy." Lynn groaned at this remark, which of course, led me to speculate if she had ever engaged in such activity, Inquiring minds want to know. I next let my smaller pinkie join in the fun inside of Lynn's bubbling brew, and now a foursome of fingers spelunking inside of her cunt. She was babbling now, a series of grunts emanating from her mouth, which was open in a perpetual "o". "I've never had my legs spread so wide and for so long to anyone, by anyone," she remarked, wallowing in the eroticism of this long finger-fucking exploration. "Yes, it is very intimate," I agreed. "And you should see the view that I have. Tourists would travel around the globe to see what only I can see right now." She grinned. "How many fingers do you have inside of me?" she finally asked. "Four, my dear," I answered soothingly. "Can you try one more?" She looked up at me with a combination of trepidation and anticipation. "You want to be fisted?" I asked, making sure she knew what she was requesting. "Yes, please, try it. One more," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper. Slowly, I rolled my entire right hand into a small fisted ball, and attempted to ease into her slick hole. After my fist was only a third of the way inside, she gasped and grabbed my wrist. "Too much, please, it hurts. Owww," she whimpered softly. I leaned down to kiss her tummy and extracted my fist. Her pussy literally hissed as I withdrew. "Four is the limit then, for tonight at least," I said, assuring that she would be brought only pleasure, not pain. And then for the next ten minutes, those same four fingers savagely finger-fucked her now stretched cunt into a powerful, final orgasm, her hands clenching at the sheets, her head thrashing back and forth like Linda Blair's character in the Exorcist. Possessed by four fingers overpowering her delicious cunt. I eventually withdrew the quartet of digital invaders, and her pussy literally splashed as I pulled out. There was a huge puddle on the bed sheet beneath her ass. Lynn snuggled up next to me. "God, that was amazing. Your fingers are incredible. I'm going to be sore for days." She reached down for my cock, and seemed surprised that it was still rock hard itself. She looked at me almost apologetically. "You need to come yourself, don't you, baby?" I smiled and pushed her lovely face down towards ground zero. "Suck my cock, lover," I said simply. Lynn assaulted my cock orally like a ravenous feline who was devouring its prey. She stroked my shaft, licked and sucked my heavy balls, and moaned and gyrated her body as her impossibly talented mouth swallowed every thick inch of cock. As she sensed I was getting close,for no mortal man could hold off for very long from this remarkable display of cock sucking, she began to urge me on with her words. "Come for me baby, come all over Lynn's pretty face, come all over me, come all over my tits.....come......." I did as ordered. Most of my hot semen went straight into her mouth on the first two or three bursts. Lynn let the remainder dribble down her chin and onto my stomach, and she lovingly lapped it up after stirring it around, like a straw in a summer cocktail. We lay silently for a bit, and then she excused herself to go to the restroom. She came back with a surprised look on her face. "Oh, my, God, do you know it's after five AM? I have to get some sleep. I have to get up in two hours." "I have to get up now, baby, I have to be at work by eight, and I have to get home." I kissed her on the forehead tenderly. I gathered my clothes, we kissed one last time, but she turned her head away, and then she let me out the back door. Which was the only place that my cock hadn't been in, I thought, as I exited. Oh, well, maybe next time. We had previously made dinner plans for the upcoming evening even before I got the impromptu invitation to spend the night in bed, the night that was now consummated. So I wondered if either of us would be able to go through with those plans. I knew I was "up" for it, but my intuition told me otherwise when it came to Lynn. That last kiss when she shied away was indeed a precursor. Exhausted, but still basking in the afterglow that only great sex can provide, I texted her at ten to see how she was doing. "I've been royally and properly fucked," came the texted reply. Encouraged by that reinforcement, I waited outside the restaurant where we had planned to meet at seven PM. Then came text number two. "Raincheck, please, baby? I'm exhausted. I'm sorry for the short notice." I haven't seen her since. So, it was a one-nighter after all, it seems. Oh, well. **************************** That was a few weeks ago. I could look at the glass half-full and be happy it happened at all, or view the glass as half-empty, and be sorrowful that Lynn appears to have moved on from our only night together. Well, just so it's officially noted, Lynn, I'm a glass-half-full kind of optimist. And you know where to find me. xo