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Rain

By: Christina



It was a beautiful, warm, sunny day. She slipped on her little cotton dress, it was simple but she knew it was one of His favorites. Her excitement showed in her face, as she carefully packed all His favorites for their picnic. Breadsticks, cheese, strawberries and melon. Finally two wine glasses and their favorite white wine. Checking in the mirror one last time knowing He would be pleased, she went to meet Him.

As she crossed the lush grass in the park, she saw Him waiting there, watching for her, her pulse racing she ran to Him. When she reached the blanket He looked up at her and extended His hand, taking His hand she dropped to her knees beside Him. She poured the wine and they drank together as she served Him and fed Him strawberries. Content He lay His head in her lap, they shared their day and talked about everything, while she stroked His forehead. They watched people in the park, and felt the sun warming their bodies. This time together so precious, so tender.

So lost in each other they didn't notice when people started leaving, weren't aware of the ominous black clouds moving toward them. Not till large drops of rain fell startling them did they jump to gather their blanket. He reached for her hand and they ran, laughing toward a wooded area for cover. Stopping at the edge of the woods to catch His breath He turned, His eyes falling on her, she met His gaze and caught her breath at the desire she saw there. As she cast her eyes down she saw the reason for the desire in His. The rain had made her dress transparent, and caused it to cling to her breasts her nipples erect from the cool rain, clinging to her thighs and up to the place of her pleasure. No words were exchanged, none were needed, she knew, smiling softly she fell to her knees before Him, the rain falling gently now.

As her hands released Him from his clothing, she heard Him moan at her touch, caressing and guiding Him into her eager mouth. Her tongue dancing inside her mouth, taking Him so deep into herself, her breath was labored. Moving her mouth ,tasting Him, hungrily. Her eyes closed, lost in abandon. She could feel the passion building in Him as He reached down taking her hair in His hand, he held her firmly moaning loudly as His body shook with His release, as she held Him deep within her throat and received his sweet, warm cum, taking all He had to give.

He looked down at her, honored by her submission, loving that she was His. She looked up and met His eyes as he took her hand and brought her to her feet. Kissing her deeply, the rain on their faces, she trembled not from the cool rain but in anticipation. She knew her Master, and followed Him as they ventured further into the woods, stopping in a small cleared spot. He looked at her and said "take off your dress". Standing naked, the rain glistening on her skin, He came to her running His hands over her breasts, rolling her hard nipples between his fingers, hearing her soft moans. Taking off his belt he led her to a tree and stood her facing it, placing her arms around the tree as if embracing it. He used the belt to fasten her hands, kissed her and left her. He knew waiting was hard for her, but it heightened her desire, her need. He stood watching her, the rain falling on her back. Walking up behind her, He raised his hand and brought it down with a loud slap across her ass, startled she jumped, as another stung her, and another . She moaned, but didn't cry out, His hand caressed her skin, he loved seeing it red like that and he knew she needed to feel his strength, his power. His hand came down again on one cheek and again on the other, walking up beside her he kissed her face, she smiled at Him, her face flushed, she whispered Master I need You.

Coming behind her, he touched between her legs feeling the heat and dampness there. Spreading her legs, he moved in closer taking hold of her hips, lifting her ass. He entered her with such force she cried out, exciting Him more, holding her hips firmly He drove deep inside her again and again His passion building her moans growing louder, He continued thrusting into her, their bodies crashing together.

He felt the muscles surrounding him starting to swell and tighten, He knew how close she was, knew he would soon feel her sweet release. He held her ass and thrust quickly whispering "cum my sweet". A moan escaped her lips building to a scream as her back arched and she threw her head back feeling the waves of release shake her body. He thrust deep inside her feeling her tremble feeling her cum surround him, He exploded filling her, their juices flowing together.

Wrapping his arms around her they stayed locked together, silent, as one. Reaching forward he loosened the belt releasing her hands pulling her to Him kissing her gently. Picking up the blanket He wrapped it around her and picked her up, carrying her to a shelter in the park.

Sitting there in each others arms, content, he looked at her and said, "Don't you love the rain, my sweet!"

Rain



Thanks and acknowledgements to lindseymarsh for the input and for editing this story



Rain

Ann and I had been living together for two years when, just over a month ago, she walked out on me and went home to live with her mother. I didn't know whether it was me or the lifestyle in our village or both which had got on her nerves, but whatever it was, she had taken her possessions and some of mine and headed back to Nottingham. At first I'd been upset, but the longer she had been gone the easier it had become. I missed her in bed; she'd been a good fuck; but I certainly didn't miss her constant whining and the temper tantrums when things didn't go her way.  

I liked village life. I liked the local pub, shopping in the village shops and living amongst people whom I regarded as friends and most of whom I'd known since I was a child. As usual on a Saturday morning, I was walking into the village to see my mother, to visit the local shop and to buy a few groceries and a few bottles of the local beer, when I espied the sexy and voluptuous Lynn Blackstone wiggling her beautiful, round bum as she strutted along the pavement, like me apparently making her way to the village shop. 

I had liked or, more accurately, had lusted after Lynn since we were at school together, even though she had been younger than me. We had lost contact for the twenty years I was working in London, but in the three years since my return to the village, my interest in her had rekindled. Now in her late thirties, other than putting on pounds in all the right places, she had changed very little; although the same cannot be said for her personal life. When I left, she was single and fancy-free; when I returned she had two teenage children and was married to Andy Blackstone, a former classmate of mine, who was a pain in the arse then and the same now. 

When my mother told me she was married, I had been astounded; I couldn't understand what was a good-looking girl like her was doing marrying a man like Blackstone. The answer came in my mother's next sentence.

"You know she was expecting?"

I didn't know and couldn't believe she would have let Andy Blackstone sully her cunt with his cum and not just sully her cunt, but also her womb. Fortunately, childbirth didn't appear to have marred her appearance, if anything it had improved her, in that both her tits and bum were just the right size; not too big, but more than enough to get hold of in bed - or anywhere else. 

Walking down the high street wearing a tight pair of jeans, it wasn't a good thing to be harbouring lustful thoughts of the delectable Lynn; my cock had responded to mental images of her lying on my bed, her legs spread, her voluptuous tits draped against her chest, her glistening cunt waiting to receive my iron-hard cock. I wanted to catch-up with her and talk, but prudence demanded I slow down and wait until the outward manifestation of my enthusiasm for her body had subsided before engaging her in conversation. 

As she reached the shop, a mousy-looking, middle-aged woman came out and they started to talk. She was relatively new to the village, but I had seen her before and had heard she was a gossip and thus likely to engage Lynn in extended conversation as she poured out her 'news' of the latest village scandals. Hoping to wait her out, I stopped and to pass the time, looked into the butcher's window. The lamb chops looked appetizing, but not as appetising as Lynn's tits and bum. I was rescued from the threat of ten minutes spent feigning interest in the arrays of sausages, pork pies and hams by Lynn who, seeing me, excused herself from the clutches of the gossip who scuttled away, her lips apparently pursed in disapproval.. 

"Hello, Bob."

"Hi, Lynn." I wanted to say, 'How about coming over to my place for a fuck?', but discretion proved the better part of valour, 

"What are you doing?" I wanted to reply, "I'd like to be doing you", but, once again, discretion won out.

"I've just come from my mum's and now I'm just going to pick up a few things from the shop - and you..?"

"Just buying a few things."

The conversation was banal; the sort of conversation casual acquaintances would have, which, on my part at least, was not what I wanted. I opened the door to the shop and let her in and was rewarded with a smile and a very obvious jiggle of her tits – perhaps our banal conversation was not what she had in mind either. I watched as she bought a few things and watched intently as she left, hoping for her to show further indication of interest in me. I was disappointed, she smiled again, but this time left without the erotic manoeuvering of her mammaries she had volunteered at the shop door.

I bought a few groceries, beer and the local paper and headed for home, stopping on the way to sit on a bench on the edge of the village green where I read the paper and indulged in my usual Saturday morning treat; a bar of Cadbury's Fruit and Nut. I had been reading for about ten minutes and savouring my chocolate infusion, when I realised the sky was getting darker and as I looked up, there was a flash of lightning, followed in less than ten seconds by a clap of thunder. From what I knew about electrical storms, the lightning was less than two miles away and it was time to take shelter. 

Looking for cover, I ran across the green towards the bus shelter and as I did, the rain started and at almost the same time, the eleven o'clock bus into town pulled in at the bus stop. I usually walked the mile or so home, but if I could catch the bus, it would provide both shelter and transportation and if I failed, the bus shelter would protect me from the rain and lightning. I nearly made it, but the bus-driver was clearly in a hurry and as soon as Lynn and a second woman, who had both been waiting in the shelter, had boarded the bus, he took off, leaving me twenty yards from the bus stop and mad, both at missing the bus and missing the opportunity to flirt with Lynn.

The next bus was not until one o'clock, but the bus shelter was a welcome port in a storm. I sat down on the bench and started to read the graffiti on the wall. According to the hieroglyphics, Scott had fucked Emma, as had Dave. I wondered who Emma was and whether she would she like to add Bob to the list of her lovers. It was fanciful and I knew it; Emma was probably half my age and since I was neither rich nor handsome, would be unlikely to be interested in me.  

I looked around the shelter. Modern; with perspex walls and steel seats; with the exception of the graffiti, it contrasted markedly with the shelter of my youth. The old bus shelter had been made of brick, with wooden benches at the front and back, their use dictated by the direction of the rain or wind or the amorous intent of the young people using them. The seat to the rear of the shelter had been hidden from the road and in my day, a number of the village girls had surrendered their maidenhood on the hard wooden bench.

Raised from my reverie by running footsteps, I peered through the rain-streaked, transparent walls to see the mousy woman, to whom Lynn had been talking, running towards the shelter. As she was about to reach its protection, a large, black SUV – the embodiment of a 'Chelsea Tractor' - driven by a blond haired woman at a speed well in excess of the speed-limit, ploughed into a puddle, splashing water over her. Soaked and looking something like the proverbial drowned rat, she let forth a stream of invective.

"Damn that woman. Thinks she owns the road and her husband's not much better. Still what do you expect from someone brought up on a council estate, whose mother was little better than a prostitute and whose father spent most of his life in gaol. She's had all sorts of plastic surgery and her tits are pure silicone."

I looked at her and thought; it probably doesn't pay to cross this woman – ever.

"Are you OK?"

She looked at me and surprisingly, smiled. It was the first time I'd seen her smile and it changed her face dramatically. I had thought of her as a termagant and her diatribe had not done much to disabuse me of my position, but the smile was something different and out-of-character. I looked at her more closely. I had always thought of her as being indeterminately middle-aged; closer to sixty than fifty, but a closer look at her face indicated I'd been wrong and fifty, even late forties, was a far more reasonable approximation. I looked at her figure – she was short and slim, but the water had soaked her dress and it was clear, from the way it hugged her figure, she was neither bereft of tits nor, from the way they were tenting the fabric of the dress; nipples. 

"I am - and how are you Bob Miller?"

She had the advantage on me. She obviously knew who I was, but all I knew about her was her reputation as a gossip. Seeing the look of consternation on my face, she laughed and continued.

"It's all right, Bob. I know your mother and I know a little about you, including the fact that for the last two years you've been living with Ann Hopkins who, a couple of months ago, went back to her mother and her old boyfriend."

I'd obviously been cuckolded and this woman knew – why hadn't I?

We talked for almost twenty minutes; waiting for the rain to stop. I discovered her name was Monica; she lived alone on the edge of the village, had never been married and worked at the library in town. Given the existing extent of her knowledge, I don't know what she discovered about me; probably very little she didn't already know. 

When the rain stopped as suddenly as it had begun, we left the shelter and headed east, both on our way home. We talked as we walked, stopping when we reached a small cottage some half a mile from the bus-shelter. As she opened the gate and turned up the path, she asked,

"Would you like to come in? I can't offer you a beer, but I can offer coffee or tea." 

Isn't the third alternative or me? Perhaps she was too young to be aware of the reference.

"I've just bought some beer, but right now I wouldn't mind a cup of tea."

Inside the cottage was larger than it looked from the outside and whereas I had been expecting Chintz and Laura Ashley, what I got was a mixture of mainly modern Scandinavian and some good, reproduction Art Deco.

I must have looked mildly astonished, causing her to smile and say,

"Not what you expected, is it?"

I nodded agreement. It wasn't what I'd expected; clearly there was more to this woman than gossip.

"You can use the bathroom to take off your wet things. If you look on the hook behind the door you'll see a red dressing gown which you can use. I'll throw all the wet stuff into the dyer; it shouldn't take long to dry." 

I followed instructions and went into the room and removed all my clothes – everything I was wearing was machine dry and she was right, it wouldn't take long to dry. Naked, I looked for the dressing gown – it might have been on the hook, but wasn't readily apparent. There was a blue silk kimono on the hook and below it a white terry-cloth bathrobe, but as I looked more closely I realised there was something red underneath them. I walked over and looked at the kimono; silk, beautifully made and probably expensive, it was so sheer, had the wearer been naked underneath, it wouldn't leave much to the imagination. I removed it and the bath-robe to find, below them, not a dressing gown but a matching, much larger, almost man-sized kimono, this time in red and once again silk, expensive and sheer; for a mousy librarian, she obviously had non-mousy tastes – and, more intriguingly, just who wore the red kimono?

I put on the red kimono and returned to the living room. She had started the gas fire and was standing in the middle of the room wearing, what appeared to be, nothing but a large towel and holding her soaked clothes. The dress may have been cotton, but the soaked underwear she was holding was red silk and from the size of the knickers, not your typical grandmother's underwear. She smiled at me and went into the bathroom, returning clad in the blue kimono and holding a pile of wet clothing, which now included mine.

"I'll just pop these into the dryer." 

I nodded and followed her as she went into the hallway and opened a door. The utility room was tiny; just large enough to hold a washer and dryer side by side. I watched as she leant down and put the clothes in the dryer; my guess had been correct; neither the bra nor the panties would have ever graced my grandmother's interesting bits. Finished she turned to get up and as she did, her kimono fell open; the ties hanging by her sides and exposing all her charms. She had nice tits, not big, but nice with really large nipples and what was interesting, she gave me plenty of time to examine both before she closed the kimono and re-tied it; saying nothing, but giving me a smile. I had been transfixed by her tits and hadn't time to tell if she was wearing knickers, but, on balance, I was betting not.

"The tea's brewing. Go into the living room and I'll bring it through."

Once more I would have preferred the third option, but settled for the second.

We sat by the fire in the living room, drinking and talking. It was clear, in addition to being a font of gossip, she was well read; which is probably what one would have expected from a librarian. As we talked, the kimono started to drift open once more. She knew it was happening, but did nothing. I watched, waiting until I could see her nipples. From the preview I'd had in the utility room, I knew they were large, but the second viewing revealed just how much I had under-estimated their size. They were amazing, pink and surrounded by slightly darker areolas; they must have been over half an inch long and around half an inch in diameter and transfixed, I could think of nothing other than how I was going to get my lips around them.

This time she didn't close the kimono, but reached out and took my hand and said,

"Well, Bob Miller, what are you going to do now?"

"Whatever you want."

It was a wimpy answer, but my brain and cock were fighting to make sense of the situation and it was all I could manage.

"Well it is Saturday lunchtime and I don't have anything on my agenda for the afternoon; so, if you're not planning on attending a football match, perhaps we can spend the afternoon fucking."

"All right."

"All right, what? You're going to a football match or you're going to fuck me?"

"I'm going to fuck you."

In ten seconds we were in bed or more accurately, on the bed, and whereas that morning I had been picturing Lynn lying facing me and naked, I was now facing a real women who, unlike the imaginary Lynn, was demanding I slip her a one. I looked at her closely, her tits were average size, but pert for her age, her nipples were extraordinary, her hips probably slimmer than I liked, while her cunt was surrounded by a crop of light-brown, slightly-trimmed pubic hair. 

"Do you like what you see?"

It was a stupid question to ask any man who was about to slip his cock into a woman's cunt. What was the chance he was going to say 'no' and blow his chances of getting his rocks off?

"I do."

She smiled and beckoned me.

"Then show me how much."

I showed her. It had been two months since I'd slipped my cock between the velvety sides of a cunt and Ann's cunt had certainly been on the velvety side. We started in conventional fashion; missionary position; 'male dominant' as the sex manual describes it, but it didn't take long to ring the changes. Monica started it by grabbing me round the hips and rolling me over until she was in the 'female dominant' position.

"I thought I'd start with a western theme."

Rising, she got into the cowboy position and started to fuck, slowly at first; her bum sliding backwards and forwards, up and down my belly; her cunt milking my cock and her clit rubbing against my pubic bone. It didn't take long for her to increase her pace; her thrusts becoming more urgent; her clit driving harder and harder against my pubes. I was starting to cum, but it was clear she was far in advance of me. When she came it was with repeated shudders, her left hand squeezing her right breast and a torrent of sexual profanity; for an unmarried librarian she apparently possessed a complete vocabulary of sex-related Anglo-Saxon words.

When she finished she sat still, smiling, massaging her right breast and playing almost coquettishly with her nipples, stretching and teasing them, finally bowing her head and holding her tit upwards in her hand, just managing to lick the tip with her tongue.

"I've often envied women who can suck or lick their own tits."

I nodded; whatever gets you off; although when I thought about it later, I could see why it could well be erotic.

"Doggy fashion."

"What?"

"I'd like you to fuck me doggy fashion."

Well, she was certainly no retiring violet, but if she wanted it doggy fashion I was pleased to oblige.

So far all we had done was fuck, I hadn't kissed her, hadn't even fondled or licked her breasts. I wanted to fuck her, but needed some form of intimacy.

"Hold on. I will fuck you doggy fashion, but first you've got to kiss me." 

She looked at me intently, as if trying to determine why I'd made such a request. When I smiled at her she smiled back.

"Of course. It's just that my friend is often so rushed, we have very little time for foreplay."

Just who was her friend? Probably the wearer of the red kimono.

"Well, I'm not rushed and I've plenty of time for foreplay."

We played with each other for what seemed like an hour. I must have licked every inch of her body, some parts twice over. Her breasts, particularly her nipples, were hyper-sensitive, so much so every time I played with them she gasped and her body shuddered, but it was oral sex which really turned her on. I started it when I ended a trip down her body with my tongue at a point just above her clit. When she gasped, I assumed consent, and started to play with her. I've been told more than once I'm good at oral sex; Ann had even echoed the sentiment and she was not the type to lavish praise on anyone, but her reaction was something I'd never experienced. It took only a couple of minutes for her to cum twice and by the end of her climax, my ears were ringing from the pressure she had exerted with her thighs when she came.

It wasn't all a one way street, she blew me expertly; her tongue playing with and exciting every inch of my cock and just before I came, she dry-tossed my salad, something nobody had ever done to me. When I came she swallowed every drop with apparent relish, continuing to suck until I couldn't stand it any longer.

After I'd cum, we lay in bed and kissed and talked; almost like long-term lovers. I felt comfortable with her and apparently she felt comfortable with me. After about half an hour she leant over and put her hand around my cock and wanked it two or three times. When she got no response, she leant down and started to lick the head, this time with much more positive results.

"It seems your cock has an oral fixation."

I laughed. "You could say that."

A few more seconds with her tongue and my cock was doing a good interpretation of Lazarus. She laughed, wanked me twice, jumped out of bed and went over to the dresser where she posed, bent over, her elbows and forearms on the dresser top, her legs spread and her cunt ready to receive. She leered and beckoned to me with her right index finger. It looked like it was doggy time.

I didn't need asking twice and I leapt out of bed and got into position behind her, as if ready to fuck her, but rather than slip my cock into her cunt, I reached under her and started to play with her nipples. Her response was identical to our session on the bed; she gasped, shuddered and started to move her bum backwards and forward, either to encourage me or as an involuntary reaction to my caressing her tits.




Rain



"Stick it in. Please." 

Her plea made me smile. I was going to stick it in, but intended to do it in my time. So far much of our lovemaking had been to her agenda, now it was my turn. I smacked her bum and was rewarded with a yelp and another torrent of Anglo-Saxon profanity. I laughed and smacked her again with similar results, but she hadn't moved and once again, I took it as consent to continue. I looked at her bum; there was two clear red marks, one on each cheek, where I'd hit her. It was enough, when we made love again and I was certain this wasn't the end of our sexual escapades, I was going to push her to the limits of her sexual preferences.

As a final act before I acquiesced to her instructions, I knelt between her legs and with my tongue, played with her clit until her legs started to quiver so much she could hardly stand.

"Bob. No more. Just fuck me."

I did and I have to admit I'd never enjoyed a fuck as much before or since that first fuck with her.  When I came, I pounded her cunt, eliciting more Anglo-Saxon profanities and heartfelt inducements to abuse her body. I couldn't satisfy all her requirement, particularly the one linking my cock and her throat, but the way she responded when we came, assured me I hadn't disappointed.

Once again we lay together, this time talking less, content to be in the other's company before finally drifting off into sleep. I was awakened by the feel of lips on my cock and opened my eyes to find her, still naked, between my legs and licking the remnants of thecum which had leaked out of my cock while I'd slept.

"It's almost five o'clock." I must have been asleep for a couple of hours. "Do you want a coffee?" 

I might as well; I'd had the 'tea or me'.

We both went downstairs and sat in the kitchen, wearing our kimonos and engaging in small talk. She was making the coffee out of milk; using a saucepan on the stove. When it was made, she put it and the sugar on the table and offered me a biscuit. 

"Thanks, I will."

As I reached for the plate the doorbell rang. I looked at her, an enquiring look on my face; she merely smiled and added,

"It's OK; it's Lynn."

Not the delectable Lynn with the round bum and big tits?

"She usually comes over around four on a Saturday afternoon while her husband is in the pub watching Sky Sports. I rang her while you were asleep and as I was otherwise engaged, told her to come over a bit later." 

The doorbell rang again; this time more insistently. I got up, preparing to escape to the bedroom.

"Stay there. Lynn knows we've been fucking." 

With that she left to answer the door, returning accompanied by a smiling Lynn.

"Hi Bob."

"Hi Lynn."

"Hmmm. I see you're wearing my kimono."



It will be raining again later when I write more.



Rain



I am jogging in the rain, at the same time I always do, 4 a.m. Running through the trails, with the trees surrounding me. The rain feels so good on my face, rain mixed with sweat. No one else on the trail, just peaceful, the sky still dark with the hint of blue on the horizon. The sound of frogs near the river, the crickets, but the birds are silent. My breathing is steady with the rhythm of my feet hitting the ground. I don't have my music player, I like to listen to the sounds when I'm out this early. The rain is just more than a drizzle, not enough to make puddles, but enough to slowly permeate my pink tank top, my black running pants.

I'm absorbed in my own little world, a movie working its way into my mind's eye. Recalling the events of the evening before, the sensual lovemaking I had with my husband, slow and tender, my body reacting while he took his time, bringing me to a slow rumbling orgasm that has my loins aching now as I run past the bridge that marked mile 3 for me. I feel myself start to throb with lust.

Then I hear it. The footsteps of someone else. By the sound of them, I know who it is. The reason I come out at 4 a.m. every morning. We joke, calling each other "running husband and wife" because we keep the other going. We met at the local running club; me the trainer, him the "newbie." I speed up, I don't want to make it easy for him to catch me...I like to make it a chase. I know he enjoys it. My heartbeat speeds up a bit, and I know that a part of me knows it is because of him and not just the speeding up. We have been running together for a while now, and my attraction for him has been slowly growing. I can tell his is growing too. He final reaches me, wearing his usual dark blue running shorts and black long-sleeved tech shirt. I can't fully make out his facial features with the rain, but I can see the outline of his strong jaw, his wet brown hair. I don't need to see him, I know every detail of his face; the laugh lines around his dark blue eyes, the slight stubble he likes to sport and I imagine rubbing my cheek against...his nose, his ears. The small scar on his right cheek he got as a child when he fell down some stairs.

He looks over to me.

"Hey, Steve...A bit slow this morning! Maybe you're getting old." I laugh as I say this, as he is 35, me 32. "Naw, you're just my speedy girl." I grin widely as he calls me his girl.

"How many miles are doing? The usual loop?" The loop is 8 miles, I hope he chooses that one, because we will have that much more time together. To talk, to just run, to laugh...

"Not today, Erin. I am thinking 3 miles." I nod, falling silent. I know that 3 miles won't take more than 30 minutes, and since he is going on vacation for 2 weeks starting tomorrow, I am disappointed. It bugs me that I feel this way about him, knowing we are both married. He knows a bit about my marriage, and the fact it is open. I admitted this to him one night when the running group went out for drinks and I was talking to him alone. Alcohol always does a good job of loosening my tongue, but I also used that as an excuse to tell him our secret. He was fascinated by this, but in the end saying he couldn't cheat on his wife. I respected that, knowing that at least he would still be my running partner.

After a few minutes of running, Steve breaks the silence, blurting out, "I think Lisa is having an affair." I am not surprised by this. I know her, and have seen the way she treats him, have seen the looks she gives other men. But, I've always held my tongue when it came to her. She is his wife. "Why do you think that?" "She has been coming home later. She won't have sex with me anymore, ignores me. She just...She is happier now, but I don't think I'm the reason for it." "I'm sorry, Steve. I really am." "Forget it, Erin. I shouldn't be whining to you about it."

As we approach a bench under the bridge, I see Steve is starting to falter. "Do you need to sit down? " He nods, and we walk to the bench.

He stops, turning to face me. I smile at him now, then frown as I see the tears in his eyes. Instinctively, I bridge the gap between us and wrap my arms around him, my lips brushing his hair. He lets out a deep breath, his arms coming around me. "I know you are married, but I know...I know you like me, and I really need you. I want you, Erin."

I stand there, shocked by the words that just came out of his mouth. These words that cause my hands to quiver, my stomach to flutter, my pussy to moisten. I tighten my lips, not sure what to say. A part of me, the guilty part of me, wants to be spontaneous and the other part of me yelling no! He is married, I can't do this.

He sees the indecision on my face and smiles at me. Before I can back away, he lowers his lips to mine. Softly at first, but then more firmly when I don't break the kiss. His hands are on my waist, mine are still at my side. His tongue presses against my lips, parting them. Taking control. His large hands are now behind me, caressing my ass, and then gripping them, molding his body against mine. I can feel his erection pressing against my tummy. I moan against his mouth as my body responds, my pussy now slick...

He leads me to the bench under the bridge. I don't trust myself to speak, losing my control to him. He pulls me into his embrace again, his hands around my waist again, this time to pull my shorts down. I squeak and pull back, looking around... "It's too early, no one is up. Trust me." I look into his eyes and nod, I can't say the words. With one hand on my ass, his other hand slides over my bald pussy. With a knowing smile, he says "Ahh, I had a feeling you run commando."

He removes his hand to lift my shirt, my sports bra. He leans down to take one nipple in his mouth, the other breast in his hand, squeezing, massaging. I moan softly, my hands holding his head, pulling his in tighter. He moves down, teeth scraping my tummy, hands firmly on my ass, squeezing, kneading. I tense, knowing what is going to happen next, wanting what is going to happen next. My hands still in his hair, I curl my fingers. Waiting. I feel his breath on me, and then his lips, kissing my lips down there. The ache becomes a throbbing sensation. When he begins to probe between my slit with his tongue, I gasp, so ready for him, my hips moving forward, wanting more. Wanting him. With my eager response, he sucks greedily on my clit, and then moves his tongue up and down. I feel a finger move over my asshole, circling it. Then he stands up abruptly. "I want to be inside you, NOW." He growls as he moves me over the bench, facing away from him. Before I can react, he pushes my ass up and lines the head of his cock against my opening. I let out a deep moan, so ready for him.

Not wasting any more time, he plunges into me. I bite my lip to keep from crying out, biting too hard, I can taste the blood in my mouth. He reaches around with one hand to grip my breast, pinching my nipple, squeezing as he thrusts in and out...in and out. I match his rhythm, my fingers working hard on my clit, my climax building up fast. Then his thumb probes my asshole again, this time slipping in and out. I release, the climax shattering me as I quiver, the walls of my pussy squeezing against him. I feel him throb as he grunts, and I feel his load filling me. He thrusts until he is spent, then collapses on me, both so wet with the rain and our sweat.

He pulls out slowly; I can tell he doesn't want to. I am still breathless. We pull our shorts up and I move my sports bra and tank top back into place. We look at each other for a moment... "We have 1 mile left, if you want to keep going," I say, still breathless. He smiles at me, and we run again, side by side, as the sun starts to rise... 



Rain



] 01 -

I knew the perfect place. About seventy miles west of the city there was a farming and ranching community I'd discovered as a Boy Scout. It was a little town called Wessel, pronounced "vessel", since the name came from a German city near the Rhein River. It really wasn't much of a town, just the intersection of two Texas farm-to-market roads. Wessel had a convenience store with a few tables where a local could cool off with a Shiner Beer, a sleepy post office, and an ancient church with a cemetery and community center where once a month they held dances.

The area was dotted with fields of sorghum and corn and small ranches that ran a few dozen cattle. It was gently rolling country with frequent outcroppings of sandstone. Oak, pecan, and cedars grew in isolated islands among the green pastures and dark tilled earth. Most of the settlers to the area had been Germans and Czechs, migrating from Middle Europe in the 1870s, sprinkled in with Hispanics and blacks.

When we had a wet spring, the land was filled with wildflowers and would make a great backdrop for my photographs. Well, March had been wetter than usual. I looked on-line at a web site that charted wildflower blooming and saw that, as I hoped, Wessel would be in peak coloration during my spring break. 

I got all my gear together the night before. I also had a bag of accessories. My last item was my grandfather's old .22 pistol. I didn't expect to run into any snakes, but it's always possible. Mom selected some outfits. I didn't know what she chose, feeling that there would be more spontaneity in my photographs this way. She also prepared a picnic basket so we were able to get an early start Saturday morning. 

It was a pleasant drive out the interstate. The weather was beautiful, bright sunshine with mild temperatures. Traffic was light. We made good time. By 10:00 we were in Wessel.

"Where to?" mom asked as we sat at the intersection.

"Six of one, half a dozen of the other."

"My son, the leader." She turned left. 

The road wound through gentle hills. It was a good road, well maintained with wide shoulders for the passage of farm equipment. I would have loved to drive it in a Camaro or Mustang convertible. Or a big motorcycle. Despite the soft springing of the family SUV, mom was even getting a thrill from throwing the vehicle around the curves, surging up the hills, diving into the small valleys.

Once we passed under a railroad overpass on which someone had spray painted a notice: 'Welcome to Hooterville.' I laughed at that and pointed it out to mom.

She said, "I didn't notice that, but did you see the highway sign for the overpass that said 'Watch out for water under bridge?'

"That's even better."

The road continued its sinuous ways. Mom was admiring the view while I was looking for the right photogenic spot.

"Whoa!" mom cried suddenly as we topped an incline. She braked quickly. The terrain had opened up before us, exposing a green swath of land that stretched from north to south. From our height, we could see for miles. Everywhere was the green with splotches of dark bluebonnets and small areas of bright Indian paintbrushes. These were about bloomed out, but ranged from orange to deep crimson. Stands of oak were darker. Black angus, beige longhorns, and red Herefords dotted the pastures.

"There to the right," I pointed. The flowers in that direction were thickest. A cattle tank, a bulldozed pond of water, glinted blue. Also, among a stand of tall pecan trees, there was an old barn faded by decades of weather and sun. "That looks perfect." 

"I think you're right." 

Mom followed the road till we got to a track leading across the pasture. It was protected by a cattleguard that rattled as we rode over it. On the fence post at the guard was a metal sign, only mildly perforated by bullet holes, saying that the property owner was a member of the Texas Cattleman's Association. There was a sign forbidding trespassing that mom ignored. It's an old Texas custom that if a rancher didn't want picnickers using his property, he put up a gate: gates are for people, cattleguards are livestock.

Mom took the track, driving slowly. Except for one well hung bull, the cattle we passed barely paid us any attention. They were healthy looking bovines with several calves sticking close to their mamas.

Before we got to the barn, we saw a two wheel path going off to the left. It didn't go far, but stopped a copse of trees. I asked mom to drive that way. She swung off the track and drove thirty yards or so. That brought us to the trees. Among them was the remains of a house. It was partially overgrown, but still showed a couple of stone walls and a hearth with chimney.

"Let's start here."

"All right," mom agreed. She stopped the vehicle and got out. I went around the back of the SUV and opened the tailgate. I pulled our bundles out and hefted the camera bag over my shoulder.

"I'm going to get some shots while you decide what you want to wear."

"OK. I have just the thing. No peeking while I change."

"Yep." I headed off to the ruins. The walls, what remained of them, were slabs of sandstone. The floor was of the same material. The fireplace was brick. Any roof had long ago rotted away. The building was maybe twenty feet square. If it had been subdivided into rooms, the interior walls had gone the way of the roof. It was surrounded by low scrub and cacti.

On the ground I found a long sturdy oak tree branch. I set down my camera bag, took out my pistol, and checked the bore after locking back the slide. Seeing that there were no obstructions, I dropped the slide on the loaded magazine, chambering the top cartridge, and pressed up the safety. Pistol in one hand, branch in the other, I thrashed about the scrub to drive away any snakes. After circling the building, I holstered the Colt pistol and set aside the stick.

I had two camera bodies, one a digital SLR and an older Pentax 35 mm single lens reflex, along with 5 lenses ranging from a 28x85 zoom to a fixed length 300 mm telephoto lens. The 35 mm camera was definitely old school, but I still like using it. Print film, for me, was simply fun to work with. I started with it and a moderately wide angle lens to get some perspective shots of the old ruins. Then I used the small zoom to get some shots of a few of the cacti that were in bloom, 

By that time, my mother had changed out of her blouse and jeans into her first outfit. It was a simple plain yellow sundress with matching sandals. The dress had ruffled sleeves. a scoop neckline, and a full skirt. She carried a yellow bonnet and a white parasol that I'd brought along.

"Nice," I said, complimenting her. "Just watch where you step. This is prickly darn country."

"Oh, I don't mind a little prick now and then."

I saw my mom blush as she suddenly realized the double entendre. I was a little surprised by her comment. My mother's not one to make even unthinking jokes about pricks. I guess I should tell you about her. She's a little over medium height, maybe 5-7. She probably weighs around 140 pounds. Maybe that's a bit much by magazine model standards, but, after all, she's nearly 45. She's got frosted hair that she wears short. Her eyes are dark brown. She's got laugh lines at their edges and she laughs a lot. She photographs well.

That's why we were there that morning. I was having a one man show at school and she was my last project for the show.

I got an old blanket out of the SUV and placed it on a section of wall that was waist high. This section was in sunlight. I had my mother sit on the blanket to protect her dress from dirt. I posed her with the parasol over one shoulder. I started shooting her from several angles, using both cameras and lenses of various focal lengths.

Thirty minutes later I was done.

"Ready for a break?"

"For sure."

We walked back to the SUV and I cracked open some soft drinks. We sat on the tailgate, listening to the songbirds and making small talk.

"OK, what's next?"

I looked at the sky. The sun was gone, hidden by clouds. I mentioned that fact to my mother, adding that the conditions were just right for some pictures of her and the flowers. Filtered sunlight meant I wouldn't need to use any reflectors or fill in flash.

"OK. I want to wear this dress to start."

"Fine." I looked around. To get a better view, I stood on the tallest of the remaining stone walls. "There's a nice patch about fifty yards that way. I want to set up over there and have you walk towards me. Then we can do some tight shots of you and the flowers."

"That sounds good. Wave when you're ready."

] 02 - 

The spot I'd chosen was about midway between the ruins of the house and the barn. I positioned myself on the far edge of the flowers and waved that I was set.

Mom started her approach. Maybe she didn't have any formal modeling experience, but she had a natural talent. As she walked towards me, mom varied her pace, would stop sometimes to twirl on her toes, or bend down to pick a flower. She opened and closed the parasol, carried over this shoulder or that, even ran across my field of view. I took lots of pictures of her, having her stop once while I put the longest lens on the 35 mm. That long a lens give a great depth of field at small apertures while also foreshortening the subject. I wanted just those effects before she got too close to take advantage of them.

Finally, she reached me. I took pictures of her kneeling, sitting, and even lying in the flowers. I used my shortest lens on its macro setting to take some extreme close-ups.

I gave mom a break while I reloaded the film pack on the 35 mm body. I also put a fresh flash card in the digital camera. I discovered years ago that it was better to remove a partially filled card rather than run the risk of filling it up just when you had a chance to take a perfect picture.

"Break over."

"OK." Mom got to her feet. She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it up. As she tossed aside the yellow dress, I saw that underneath it, she had worn a white polo shirt and shorts. "Will this work?"

"Great! You missed your true calling, mom."

"I hardly think that."

I started posing mom for another set of pictures. Mostly I duplicated the poses I'd shot earlier. The different costume presented a different aspect from the sundress.

While busily taking my photographs, I didn't notice that the sky darkened. What had been tall fluffy towers of white became dark and threatening. They came from the west, building. When I finally noticed them, they were overhead. Lightning was spitting from cloud to cloud and occasionally darting to the ground. Thunder rumbled.

Of course, my mother noticed them too. "I think we'd better head for the vehicle."

"I agree." I helped her to her feet. That's when I noticed a solid wall of rain coming across the pasture towards us. Lightning grew in strength. The sound of its passage deepened. I could smell the ozone in the air. 

The rain hit us before we had even left our places.

Trying to cover up my camera as best I could, I shouted at mom, "The barn's closer."

She turned towards it and began her sprint. My pace, with my arms wrapped around my chest to try to keep the cameras dry, was slower. Mom outdistanced me easily. In fact, she had a great running form. Her arms worked up and down in time to her legs. She put a lot of distance between me and her in short order. I saw her disappear into the barn.

I joined her some seconds later. Needless to say, I was soaked to the skin. Mom was in no better shape.

The barn was a low structure, twice as long as wide, with large doors at both ends. The floor was hard packed dirt. In the middle of the barn was a fairly new John Deere tractor and a hay wagon. Against one wall was a large gasoline tank and a hand pump. Bales of hay were stacked to one side and reached most of the way to the ceiling. Otherwise it was empty.

"Is your stuff OK?" The heavy rain pounded on the sheet metal roof, almost drowning out my mother's question.

I unslung the cameras and bag and set them on the low bed of the trailer. I had a scrap of cotton cloth in the bag. I wiped down the camera bodies. They seemed OK. 

"I think so." 

"Did you close up the Chevy before we left it?"

"I couldn't remember whether or not I'd put up the tailgate and told her so.

She went to stand at the wide door. "If you didn't, everything will be soaked. It's really coming down."

I went to stand beside her. The clouds were less dark, but the amount of water and lightning they were unleashing hadn't diminished.

"Well, we can't do anything about it," Mom said in her practical way. "You wanted to get some pictures in here, I'm sure, so we might as well go ahead."

That's when I noticed her. Mom was as soaked as I was. Instead of a shirt and jeans like me, however, she was wearing that white shorts outfit. It was plastered to her body. The soaking had made the garments transparent. Through her shirt, her white lace bra was visible and underneath them both her small dark nipples showed. Her shorts were also see through. Her panties matched her brassiere. I could see the dark smudge of her pubic patch.

"Where do you want to start?"

It was obvious my mother didn't realize how she looked. And there was no way I could tell her. Instead, I asked her to stand at the far door where there was a bit more light. I could start with some silhouettes.

As she walked away from me, I received another shock. During her dash to the cover of the barn, her shorts had snuggled up to her bum. Her ass cheeks were exposed. My eyes drank in their roundness.

The pictures I took were good enough, I suppose. I didn't spend much time thinking about art as I focused and tripped the shutter. I was thinking about how sexy mom looked.

I remembered the time I discovered that my mother had a sexual side to her personality. She and dad had gone out to the country club for a party. When they returned, I could tell they'd been drinking. As mom turned away from me, I saw that her dress had been unzipped. Her backside was bare, exposed almost to the crack of her ass. As she went upstairs, her hips twitched. Dad grinned at me, licked his lips, and followed. 

Mom had dropped her wrap and purse on the carpet. I went to get them, thinking that I should put them away. Thinking about her smooth white skin, I dropped her purse also. Cosmetics spilled out. I picked them up and started to stuff them back. That's when I discovered her red bra and panties. I looked at them. Her panties were damp. I sniffed them. For the first time, the scent of a woman struck me. I laid on the couch, pressed the crotch of her panties tightly to my face. I thought about the look that had been on my father's face. I took out my cock and stroked myself as I pictured them in bed.

After that, I became incensed with her panties. When I could, I stole them from the dirty clothes hamper in the master bathroom. I went through her drawers to catalog her wardrobe. She had dozens of pairs of matching bras and panties. Garter belts. Camisoles and teddies. In the closet hung sheer negligees.

When I could, I listened to my parents fuck.

Back then, dad was junior at his job and had to travel a lot. He averaged two weeks out of the month on the road. When he got back home, they always had a long and loud fuck session.

I hacked into mom's e-mail account. I found countless messages to dad. Most were obscene. She described what she was going to wear to bed that. What she was going to do to her body. What she wanted him to do. What she expected when he got home. I discovered pictures that she sent him on his travels. Clothed. Semi-nude. Naked. Using dildos. Fruit. Wine bottles. In her mouth. Up her cunt. Inside her asshole. Attaching nipple clamps to her boobs. Strapping a butterfly vibrator against her cunt. Wearing them under the clothes she wore to work. 

She told dad how she had cum at her job, thinking about his cock fucking her. How she imagined he had come by on his lunch hour and she locked the door to her office while he fucked her on her desk. How he had stuffed her panties in her mouth to keep her quiet as he pounded her.

And I read my father's responses to her. Saw the pictures he took of himself as he worked his cock and hosed all over himself in some motel room. How badly he wanted to fuck her, to rape her cunt and her ass, make her choke on his cock as he shot massive wads down her throat, filling her belly with cum. Bend her over the dining room table and fuck her raw. Fuck her so hard that she could barely stand and it hurt to walk when her worn cunt lips abraded against each other.

All this from my prim and proper mother who I'd never even heard swear. Never heard her utter a "damn" or "hell." Writing using the filthiest language in existence.

I took her picture as the rain came down on the roof above us. I drank in the sight of her. The woman I jerked off to as a teen was now in front of me, almost as bare as she'd been in those selfies. Close enough to touch. Close enough almost to smell.

"What's wrong, Drake?" mom asked, breaking into the fog that filled my mind.

"Huh? Wrong?"

"You don't seem to be concentrating on what - Oh, my God!" Mom put one hand to her mouth. The other pointed at me. I noticed for the first time that I had a boner like I'd never had before. "What's wrong with you?"

I turned away from her, embarrassed. I didn't know what to say.

"Is this what I can expect from you? Just from taking pictures of me? Answer me!"

"Mom, I'm sorry."

"You should be. I had no idea that you were this sick. Just because I pose for you, that's no reason -" Her tirade stopped in mid-sentence. She finally noticed how she appeared, the wet clothes sticking to her body. Exposing her. It was her turn to be embarrassed and face away from me. 

That didn't help my erection at all, since her ass looked as sexy as her tits and cunt.

She reached up. I could tell she was pulling the wet fabric from her body. 

I set aside my cameras. "Mom?"

"Don't say a word. Don't try to apologize. There's nothing you can say or do that will help." Her words had lost much of their anger.

"I was just going to say that I can't help reacting to you. It's normal for a guy to react to a good looking woman."

"Not when she's your mother."

"Mom..." I wanted to cry. Can you believe it, a twenty year old guy wanting to cry just because he gets a boner. Absurd.

She must have sensed the turmoil in my voice. Mom turned around to look at me. She gave me a sad smile.

"I guess I really can't blame you. Like you say, it's biology. I just had no idea I was so, so exposed."

"Well, kinda." I was able to smile a little, too.

"Does it excite you to take pictures of me."

I shook my head. "No, mom. It's just, wet, well, you look so sexy."

Again she pulled her wet shirt. Maybe it helped a little, but I didn't think there was much difference.

"I guess I'm showing some tittie."

"And camel toe. And you should see your ass." What had I just said?!?

Mom twisted to look at her bum, but couldn't see her cheeks hanging out, of course. She reached behind with both hands, ran her thumbs under the legs of her shorts, and pulled the taut fabric down. 

"And did you say 'camel toe'?"

"Uh, yeah. I guess I shouldn't have done that."

"I think it's better to be honest. It looks like I really affected you."

I glanced down at my groin. "Yeah. You sure do."

"Am I still affecting you?'

"You know you are, mom." There was something in her voice that made me look more closely at her. She was still backlit by the dim light from the open barn door., so I couldn't see many facial details.

I looked at her while the rain drummed around us.

My heart in my throat, I ran my hand across the hard cock that pressed against my jeans. I cupped it.. Rubbed it.




Rain



"Drake! You don't know what you're doing. You need to stop this instant."

"It feels good, mom. You gave me an erection and it feels good to touch it. My cock is so hard it hurts and it feels better when I touch myself." In for a penny, in for a pound. I undid my jeans and opened the fly. The wet denim clung to my legs, but I managed to force my jeans down around my knees. My cock stuck out of my boxers. I fisted it.

"Son - " She paused.. "Put your thing away, son."

"My cock? You want me to put my cock back in my pants? I don't think it will fit, mom. It's too hard. I mean, look how hard my cock is, mom."

She put her back to me. I sat down on the hay trailer. I unlaced my sneakers, pulled them off along with my socks. I unclipped the holstered .22 Colt from my belt and set the pistol aside. I fought my way out of my wet clinging jeans, followed by my shorts. I moved away from the tractor and stood behind my mother.

"You made my cock so hard, mama." I sounded like a little boy. "I have to jerk off or it feels like it'll swell up even bigger and burst."

"Then do it, damn it!" Mom moved closer to the open door, so close that the falling rain splashed against her legs after hitting the ground.

I stepped behind her. We were so close the only way she could escape me was to leave the dry barn.

"OK. I'm jerking off." I was standing close enough to her to see a shiver pass through her body. "I'm pounding my meat, mom. Turn around so I can see your tits. Turn around so you can watch me jerk off."

"I'm not going to watch and I'm not going to show you my breasts." She shook her head for emphasis.

"That's all right, mom. I've already seen your tits and they're nice." I jacked my cock in a steady rhythm, holding it lightly in my hand." I think they're some of the nicest tits I've ever seen. But you've got a great ass, too, and that's what I'm looking at right now. I think your ass is one of the sexiest asses I've ever seen. In fact, I think your entire body's about as sexy as I've ever seen."

"I don't want to hear you talk like that, Drake."

"But it's true, mom. And I remember you saying all my life that I should always tell the truth." I bent a little closer to her, so close that mom could feel my breath on the back of her neck. Being taller than her, I could see over her shoulder and catch the hint of her cleavage between the V of her polo shirt. I could see the hard points of her small nipples. I could see the beginnings of a sexual flush reddening her skin. My cock, my hand almost brushed against her white covered ass. 

"Do you want to know what else is true? I've wanted to fuck you for years. And if I can't do that, this is the next best thing. I'm beating off right behind you. You're going to feel me cum all over your back and ass. That wonderfully sexy ass of yours."

Again, I saw the tremble. The tips of mom's ears took on a pinkish tinge as her excitement increased. Her breathing deepened.

"I'm going to cum, mom. Don't you want to see me cum?"

Mom, in a strained voice, told me "It's wrong."

I had an answer for that. "It's only wrong if we don't love each other. You know I love you."

"I know you do."

"But you don't love me." I felt terrible saying it. It was the same line I used with my first girlfriend, the line I used to get in her panties and take her cherry.

"I love you so much, Drake." She shifted her position a small amount, just enough so the my hand brushed her ass as I stroked my cock.

Encouraged, I brought my face closer to her. I breathed deeply of her rain soaked hair. 

"Mmm-m-m. I'm glad you love me, mom." Stroke. "That's going to make my cum so much better." Stroke. "I'm going to cum so hard - " Stroke. "- because you love me." Stroke. "Do you want me to cum hard?" Stroke. "Do you want to see me cum?" Stroke. "Watch me as I cum."

"Are you close?"

Stroke... Stroke.

"Yes," I lied. Stroke.

Mom faced me with a jerk and went to her knees in front of me. As the rain poured down on the metal tinned barn and the lightning darted and the thunder rolled, my mother took my cock in her mouth.

] 03 -

Her mouth was incredibly wet as it engulfed my cock. Wet and warm. No, not warm. Hot. As hot as any cunt I'd ever fucked. And her tongue was a caressing entity. It moved over, around my cock. Manipulated my cock. Pleasured it so that when she asked if I was close to orgasm, I could have gone for several minutes before release. Not now. Not with her wonderfully wet and hot mouth, not with her amazingly adept tongue loving my cock. No, I was close to cumming. I fought the urge, knew I was going to lose the struggle despite all my desires to hold back, to prolong these sensations.

I watched mom as her head rocked forward and back. Her eyes were shut maybe with pleasure, perhaps with concentration. My cock stretched her lips. Her boobs jiggled slightly with her back and forth efforts. By now, her top was slowly drying. It was less transparent. As if to compensate for this loss of visibility, her nipples were now harder. The sight of them made my mouth water.

Mom lifted her eyes to mine. Her stretched lips twitched as if in a smile. My mother made humming noises; the vibrations coursed through my cock. Took me all the way down her throat till her nose pressed among the wiry hair of my groin. She caressed my tight scrotum with long and slender fingers. Massaged my nuts. Pulled gently at their sac. 

I tried to blank my mind to the sensations that flowed from the head of my cock all the way up my spine. It was hopeless. I came in a long and strong pulse that jetted right to mom's stomach.

Mom pulled her head back as I continued to cum. She caught the rest of my semen in her mouth. Or tried to catch it all. Although her cheeks ballooned out and I saw her swallowing, a thick rope of cum dripped from the corner of her mouth. The semen hung. Before she could corral it with her fingers, the cum dropped to stain her white polo.

I stepped away from my kneeling mother. She held on to my cock with her lips till it popped free. She opened her mouth to show her coated tongue. She closed her mouth. When she opened it again, my cum was gone.

Mom raised her hand. I took it and helped her to her feet. She moved into my arms. We kissed wetly. For the first time. I tasted my mother's tongue. It was - sweet. Erotic. Hotter than I'd have ever believed, sucking on my mother's tongue as I grabbed her ass cheeks and pulled her hard against my stiff cock. I was amazed as she responded to the contact by rotating her hips.

Suddenly, mom pulled away. She had a strange look in her eyes. She rubbed the back of her hand across her lips.

"That was so wrong." Mom shook her head. "I'm sorry, Drake. I shouldn't have kissed you that way. I haven't kissed a man like that other than your father since we married."

"I never felt anything so good, mom. That blow job, there aren't words to describe it. And believe me, you weren't my first."

She smiled at my compliment despite herself. "I haven't done that to anyone but your dad, either, in over twenty years." 

"You made me feel , well, you know." I shrugged. I took a step towards her. "Now it's your turn."

"Oh, no." Mom held up her hand like a traffic cop stopping traffic. "I can't let you do that. You'd want to fuck me if I let you do that. And what we've - What I've already done is bad enough without making it worse."

"How about this. I won't do anything you don't ask me to do. I won't touch your tits. I won't even get close to your pussy or ass. But I know how to make you feel as good as you made me feel. I can guarantee it."

I saw her thinking it over. It was as if I'd challenged her. "I don't believe you."

"I won't even kiss your mouth. Or your ears or neck. I promise."

She laughed and the sound of her laughter rivaled the steady drumbeat of rain on the tin roof. "So, let's say that you won't touch me anywhere except, oh, from the tips of my fingers to my elbow, from my toes to my knees. Have I got this right? And you'll give me an orgasm?"

"I didn't say I'd make you cum. I said I'd make you feel as good as I felt when you were sucking my cock. And that I won't touch you anywhere except where you say. But if you ask me to help you cum, I'll give you the best orgasm you've ever dreamed of."

She smiled. She put one hand on her hip the way mom's do and regarded my face. She looked me up and down. Her eyes didn't linger at my still stiff prick, just took it in with the rest of my body.

"You have a high opinion of yourself."

That didn't require any response from me beyond a nod.

"And you promise not to touch my breasts or anyplace else? Not touch me at all?"

"Scout's honor," I pledged. "Except from your fingers to your elbows, toes to your knees."

"Do I have to be naked?"

"Not unless you want to be. In fact, I'd rather you stayed like you are right now. No, I take that back. "

"Ah, now we get to the fine print. I knew you were going to renege on this." 

I shook my head. "It's up to you. Do it if you want or don't. It won't matter to the outcome."

"OK. What do you want? I'm not saying I'll do it; I'm willing to listen, though."

"OK. First, I want you to pull up you shorts in back so that your cheeks are exposed. Like they were after you ran in here."

Mom considered my request. She put her back to me. With her thumbs hooked in the snug white shorts, she lifted them. "Good enough?"

"A little more if you would, mom."

"That doesn't seem like too much to ask." She pulled another inch of material up and suddenly her fantastic ass was back on display. In the gap between her thighs I could even see the groove of her cunt. "What else?"

When I was having her pose for my pictures after our arrival in the barn, I had noticed some farm implements in one corner of the barn. Among the tools was an old bucket. I went to get it. It was rusty but sound. I held it out the door and the rain quickly filled it. I sloshed the water around and tossed it out, then refilled the container. I carried it to my mother.

"I want you to be wet, like when the rain had soaked you."

"It'll be cold. I'll catch my death of pneumonia."

"Mom, it's 80° in here. It's your choice, though. Do as you will."

"Oooh, I hate your attitude. You're too much like your father. Give me the bucket."

I handed it to her. She poured the water across her front and a once her soaked outfit revealed herself. Mom handed me the pail, turned her back, and allowed me to dowse the rest of her.

"What else," she asked, shivering for effect.

I went back to the hay trailer and dug my pocket knife out of my jeans. I flicked open the blade. I used the knife to cut the ropes that held together two bales of hay. I scattered the hay around a mattress sized area. There were a couple of old tarps in the trailer. I spread them on the hay.

I turned to my mother, bowed to her. "Your bed awaits."

"I really want to see where you go with this. Personally, I think your crazy as a bedbug."

"Oh, and please take off your sandals."

Mom undid her shoes. She laid back on the covered hay.

I took the empty bucket and refilled it with rain water. That's when I noticed something I could use. Or rather, my mother could use. In the corner where I'd gotten the bucket, there were several shovels, a couple of picks, even some hoes and rakes. From hooks on the wall hung two saws and what looked like old fashioned ice tongs, only bigger. I decided these were used in moving hay bales. There was also a broken shovel handle. It was about ten inches long and so old the wood had been smoothed by the years. The top of the handle was rounded, slightly bulbous. The broken end was jagged. I took down one of the saws. The handle was hard, but after a couple of minutes, I had the jagged end cut away. I hung the saw back on it's hook.

My mother watched all this with fascination, no doubt. I carried the bucket and my shovel handle back to her. I tossed the handle down beside her. It looked like a handmade dildo. When mom looked at me, her eyes were wide.

"You're not going to use that."

"No, ma'am. I won't even touch it unless you hand it to me later."

"You need to promise."

"I promise I won't touch that cut off handle unless you place it in my hand. Scout's honor."

I"I guess I can trust a boy scout..."

I took off my shirt. I dipped it in the bucket, soaking my shirt. I squatted beside her, my cock nearly touching her leg. Mom drew away from me.

"May I have your foot?"

Mom lifted her foot, I wiped it down, even between her toes.

"The other, please."

She complied. I repeated the washing. I set the bucket out of reach. I looked at my mother.

"You are so incredibly sexy," I told her. I can see your boobs perfectly. Your tits are hard. They're not very big, are they, and so pale. Not large and dark some some I've seen. I think I prefer yours."

"My nipples were always that way. Even after I breast fed you and your sisters, they never got bigger. Or darker." She added after a pause, " It's going to take more than words to get me in the groove, son."

"I know that." It was my turn to stop. I looked at her recumbent body. It was everything I'd ever wanted in a woman's body. And because she was my mother, supposedly forbidden, the desire within me was even stronger. I continued, "After we're done, you're going to pose for me. Naked, desirable. You're going to pose for my pictures with my cum dripping from your cunt, eyes shut in satiation, body slack with completion, chest heaving as you struggle to fill your lungs, a complete woman for her son. Scout's honor, I promise."

Mom didn't respond to my bragodocious forecast; in fact, she looked quite doubtful. I could imagine what was going through her mind. She was a woman. I knew from reading her e-mails, along with dad's, that they had led an adventurous and fulfilling sex life. What was a twenty year old guy going to offer her? It was time she found out.

I took her hand. I brought her hand to my mouth. I kissed the muscular web that formed between her thumb and index finger. I bit it. Gently. Sort of gnawed at the area. Took her thumb between my lips and sucked the digit. Licked it. Kissed it. Worried the fat pad with my teeth. Sucked it some more before going to each finger in its place. I spent a couple minutes on them before returning to her thumb.

"Lie back, mom, if you would."

She settled back. I moved closer to her head. I wanted her to be aware of my cock, still hard even if not fully erect. Mom closed her eyes. That was OK. There was no way she couldn't think about my tool as I worked on her other hand. On this one, I kissed and sucked at the inside of wrist, spending less time with her fingers, although I still paid special attention to her thumb. I made sucking noises as her thumb came in and out of my mouth.

I released her hand. She laid it on her abdomen. 

I moved away from her head. I lifted her right foot. Mom bent her knee so I could raise the foot. I massaged her instep. Rotated her ankle gently. Massaged up her calf Kissed her instep. I kissed her big toe. I sucked it.

"Ah."

It was her first response.

I sucked harder, ran my tongue around her toe, and licked between it and its neighbor. I sucked them both.

"You taste so good," I told my mother before returning to her toe. As with her thumb, I sucked, kissed, and nibbled on the fat toe. 

"This little piggy went to market... This little piggy stayed home." I sucked the second toe. Continuing the childhood rhyme, I kissed and sucked each toe. When I got to the last of them, I spent a few extra moments.

"I had a girlfriend," I told mom, "who had ten toes."

Mom lifted her head and opened her eyes.

With her foot in one hand and my cock in the other, I rubbed my piss slit over her toes.

"She had six toes on one foot, four on the other."

"Hah, hah. You're so funny." Mom closed her eyes and put her head back down.

I didn't mind her tepid response to my weak joke. It had served its purpose. Mom had looked up and seen my cock as I brushed it across her digits. I wanted my cock in her consciousness, wanted her aware of its presence.

I took her left foot and sucked on her toes. I took my time now, each one getting several minutes of attention. Feet are full of nerve endings. Toes are full of sensory receptors.

"Um, I love loving your toes. They taste so good. They make my cock so hard." I lifted her feet, held them together, and slid my cock over her soles. And your calves. So soft, so smooth, yet firm from all those tennis matches. Your legs are so, sexy. So-o-o fucking sexy."

I returned her toes to my mouth. 

"Maybe you need to paint the nails. I like red toenails. They're so sexy. But even if you don't paint them, that's all right. I love your toes just the way they are."

As I sucked, mom squirmed a little. I felt her calves grow firm as her ass moved slightly.

"You know what else I like, mom? I like that you don't shave your cunt. I like a little hair with my pussy." I didn't really care one way or the other; I was talking to keep ideas in her head. "I can see your cunt so easily in those wet shorts and panties. When you dressed this morning and you put on that bra and those panties, did you know I'd be seeing them? Is that why you wore matching undies? Or do you always wear matching bra and panties? Mom?"

"I didn't give you a single thought."

"But I bet you are now. I know you are. I can see your pussy lips so easily in those sexy white lace panties. Oh, and your nipples? I think they've gotten even harder. They're really sticking out. Hard. Just like my cock."

I dragged the tip of my cock over her leg. The passage of my cock left a thin trail of pre-cum.

"Can you feel that, mom? Can you feel my pre-cum? I remember what Coach Hanson said. He was my health teacher. He said pre-cum - I forget the technical name for it, but the whole class knew what he meant - He said pre-cum was a clear fluid that the body used to make sure our cock's were clean inside. Up in our urethras. That pre-cum made sure that no urine would linger and possible damage our sperm. Sperm has to have a precise balance of pH. Urine was too acidic. Or maybe it's too basic. I never was good at chemistry.

"I'm good at fucking, though. I think my balls are always full of cum and my cock's always hard. Do you remember Coach Hanson, mom? He taught health and was a baseball coach. His wife taught English. They left my junior year. Did you know I fucked her?"

"No!"

"Yep," I lied again. I'd never scored with any of my teachers; it wasn't for lack of trying, though. "That's why they went to another district. She was pregnant. I don't think it was mine, though."

"You're lying, you son of a bitch!" Mom's head came up. Her eyes were full of anger.

I smiled at her. "If you say so, mom. I never disagree with whatever you say. I never agree with a sexy woman with hard nipples and a hungry cunt. And I know your cunt's hungry, mom. That's not just rainwater staining the crotch of your sexy lace panties."

I shifted so my face was close to her crotch. I sniffed loudly.

"Please don't."

"I haven't broken a single promise, mom," I pointed out. "Fingers and toes, hands and feet, elbows to knees."

Mom whimpered loudly enough for me to hear.

"Did you say something, mom?" When she didn't answer me, I continued. "I wish you could see yourself. Do you know how red your face is? Listen, mom. I know you want to touch yourself, even if it's just a little. Go ahead. I want to see how you pleasure yourself when dad's not around. He doesn't have to know. It's just you and I. A son who loves a woman, a mother who loves a man. You know what, though, I don't want to make this difficult for you. If you don't want me to watch, I won't. I'll sit here and play with your feet awhile and if you want to touch yourself and you want me to leave, I will. Scout's honor."




Rain



I picked up a foot and brought the big toe to my mouth. When I sucked it, mom let a sob. I ignored that and sucked some more.

It was just a couple of minutes later I heard mom whisper, "It's too much."

"Then go ahead, mom."

Eyes shut, she reached for her knocker. I went back to ministering to her feet. I kept watch, though, out of the corner of my eye. Mom kneaded both her tits with her hands. Her boobs weren't huge, but nice sized, each a handful or a little more. The size went well with her small nipples, a very nice package indeed.

Letting a toe free from my mouth, I said, "That must feel good."

"Oh, it does, Drake." She teased her nipples with her fingertips. "It feels so fucking good."

"Maybe I shouldn't look."

Mom opened her eyes. "No, I want you to look. I want you to see what I do when I need a man."

My mother pulled on her nipples, drawing her boobs upwards. I saw a look of pain on her face as she pulled. Then she released her nipples and let her boobs settled back. They jiggled a little in her lace bra, but not much. She repeated the process several times. She moaned as she released her tits and was soon rubbing her thighs together. I watched her rub them together, clenching her thighs, relaxing them, over and over. Mom pulled harder and farther on her nipples, held them longer, all the time squeezing her legs together. 

I wanted to be between them. It wasn't time yet, though.

Mom's mouth hung open, although every few seconds, she moaned or licked her lips. She let go of one of her nipples to suck her fingers. She rubbed her fingers at the button of her shorts, down the fly, and between her legs.

I picked up the sawed off shovel handle, put it in her hand.

"Yes-s-s!" She rubbed the wood against her cunt. Even though it was covered by her shorts, I could tell that pussy lips were swollen. "Oh, that's so much better."

OK, it was time. I moved from her feet to crouch by mom's head. 

"Mom?"

She opened her eyes. Saw my cock pointed directly at her mouth. This time, when she licked her lips, I was close enough for her tongue to swipe over the head of my prick.

"Do you want me to help you?"

Mom surprised me by chuckling. "You're a real son of a bitch, aren't you. You knew I'd be like this, you motherfucker. No, you sick bastard. I don't want you to help me. I want you to fuck me."

She tossed aside the ersatz cock. Mom popped open the button of her shorts with a flick of her fingers. She slid down the zipper with her hand.

I moved down her body. As she lifted her ass of the tarpaulin, I pulled off her wet shorts, followed by her panties. I lingered over these, holding them to my face, drinking deeply of her aroma, mixed with the cleaner scent of rainwater.

"Oh, for God's sake! Don't tell me you're a panty freak, too."

"Don't be so bitchy, mom," I growled. 

I looked at her cunt. The sight brought back never forgotten memories of the pictures she'd sent dad. She had a sparse fringe of hair that ran up from her labia to midway up her love mound. .The rest of her pussy down to her ass was hairless. The hair itself was brown and not kinky. Apparently mom took the trouble to trim it regularly without going to the effort of a total shave or wax job. Needless to say, it was the prettiest cunt in the world. The cunt from which I'd come. The cunt to which I was returning.

I slapped her lightly on her hip. She took the hint and rolled over. Got up on her hands and knees. I knelt at her ass. Held her hips with in my hands, drank in the smooth whiteness of her round ass. No cellulite here, just taut skin over muscle, deeply cleaved. I pulled with my hands to expose her darker hole of her rectum, so different than the pink swollen cunt that waited below it. I'd already had her mouth. Now I was going to her cunt. Later, mom's asshole would be mine too. I'd see it gaping as I plunged within and withdrew, feel her sphincter tighten as I fucked her. That was for later, though.

I felt the warmth of my mother before I actually penetrated her. Used my hand to rub the head of my cock at her cunt, feeling her fat lips Eased forward. Heard mom whimper in anticipation. I decided I'd teased her sufficiently. Time for the reward for all my hard work. Then I was inside her. Mom and I moaned in unison as her lips accepted my forbidden cock. As I probed farther, only a fraction of an inch at a time, I burned the experience into my memory. There could be only one first fuck with my mother. This fuck was historic.

Finally I was ball's deep inside my mother. Nine inches of hard meat had been fed to her hungry cunt. Her hungry wet cunt. Hungry wet hot cunt.

"OH - MY - GOD!"

I rocked my hips back slightly. Mom's tight twat didn't want to seem to let go of me. I retreated a little farther and she let my cock go. Almost all the way out before another inward thrust. Slowly, as a tease. Slowly as her womb adjusted to my girth.

Mom wiggled her ass as I held myself inside her.

"OK. All right."

I fucked my mother. I fucked my mother with more lust, more desire than I'd ever felt. Lust and desire to fuck her, to please her the way a woman should never be pleasured, driven to pummel her cunt, to please her as she'd never been pleased, to drive her into an orgasm that she'd never felt, to reach depths of her cunt never attained, to fill her cunt with my cream, more cum than she'd ever held inside her womb. And mom fucked me as hard. She jammed her ass backwards to meet my thrusts. We grunted, cursed, prayed with each collision.

Mom jerked away from me, forcefully freeing herself from my cock. I thought for a few manic seconds that she had conquered her desire and the sin of incest was too much for her. Thank goodness I was wrong. Mom, free of my prick, simply rolled over on her back. Like a cat who wants it's belly rubbed. She bent her legs. Spread her thighs. Held her arms out to me.

I dropped atop my mother. Like a pit viper, my cock inerrantly found her cunt. I buried myself anew as her arms went around me. She lifted her head and hungrily found my lips. Our tongues danced.

"I like it this way," mom told me as our hips merged, withdrew, came together again in the primal rhythm of humankind. "We can kiss. See each other's eyes as I receive your cum. Oh, darling! Fuck me!"

I held myself over her and drove my cock fully in to my mother at a frantic pace. The humid heat once more engulfed my cock as I spread her womb. She lifted herself enough to remove her polo shirt. She unhooked her bra and tossed the garments aside. I took advantage of the situation by dipping my head. I grabbed a nipple with my lips and pulled gently, sucking it into my mouth.

"Oh, darling! Play with mama's titties. That feels so good. It feels so fucking good, especially when you're fucking me!"

As I sucked harder on my mother's tit, my body drove into her. And mom was slamming her hips upwards as forcefully as I worked my own. Her cunt swallowed my cock. She sucked my cock inside as hard as I sucked her boob. Mom babbled. Occasionally, her words were coherent. She was begging, demanding, urging me to fuck her harder, faster. Of course, I didn't need any urging. I kept my thrusts steady, plunging in and out of her wet twat as it grasped and released me. Her muscles would hold me only briefly as I bottomed out in her womb, quickly releasing me as I started the withdrawal. I had never felt such vaginal control. Even as I was almost all the way out of my mother, the opening of he cunt held me tightly, loosened as I went back into her only to grip me when I reinserted my cock into her birth canal. Gripped me so that mom's cunt lips held the base of my cock.

Suddenly, the pattern of mom's massage of my cock changed. Her cunt gripped me no matter what I did, released slightly for a second or two before gripping me again. Then she totally released me only to tighten spasmodically. 

I recognized the signs. Mom was cumming on my dick. She lifted her head. She put her mouth on my shoulder. I felt her teeth. Felt them bite, pierce my skin. I screamed at the pain. Then gasped at the pleasure as my nuts emptied into my mother's pulsating cunt

By the time I rolled off my mother and pulled her to my chest, the storm had passed. Gentle rain still fell, setting up a soft patter on the tin roof above us. It was an atonal lullaby without a melody. My mother slept in my arms, I dozed holding her.

It was later, the rain still soft above us, when I felt her stir in my arms. She kissed the side of my of my mouth. Her fingers drifted over my chest.

"I need you, darling. Love me. Love me hard and long. Please, darling."

OK, since she said please...

I took the pictures, as promised. Mom walked back, naked to the bluebonnets where we'd left her sundress in our haste to gain the barn. She posed nude among the wildflowers. Pulled on the soaked dress and posed again, more lewd than when she was unclothed. 

Then I led her back to the Chevy. I was glad to see that, as I'd hoped, I'd closed it up before we began our photographic session. She tossed the dress in the back, dried herself with a tee shirt, and pulled on a blue seersucker jumper. It buttoned up the front and the summery fabric emphasized her nudity under it. Mom gave me a sly smile as she turned to let me get the full effect of the jumper. It was short enough to expose her ass cheeks. I whistled.

"I thought you might approve," mom said as she found a short navy skirt and buttoned it at her waist. Suddenly, except for her jiggling boobs, she was presentable. 

She climbed behind the wheel. I closed the tailgate and slid in to the passenger seat. She backed out from under the trees and headed for the road. The track was muddy, but no problem for our wide tires.

We were almost at the cattle guard that would let us out on to the main road, when a battered old pick up pulled onto our track. As we approached, the vehicle pulled in to the grass and an elderly man got out. He was dressed in work clothes and had a faded cowboy hat on his head. 

He pushed the hat back as mom stopped alongside his truck. I recognized it as a Studebaker that had to be sixty years old. It was probably a few years younger than the rancher.

He came up to mom's window and nodded. "Howdy folks. Nice day after the rain, ain't it. My name's Egon Schulze." He pronounced his first name so it rhymed with pagan.

Mom introduced herself and nodded towards me. "And this is Drake. Yes, it's beautiful. I hope you don't mind. We've been taking some pictures of your wildflowers."

"Well, ma'am, they aren't hardly mine... Yeah, they's nice this year."

I added, "We took some down at the old house, too."

"My granddaddy built that place in, oh, 'bout 1889. I was born there, myself, 'round '37."

"So your family's been here a long time."

"Per't' near, ma'am. Per't' near. Ol' Stoneface didn't bother y'all none, I hope. He don't like a person to disturb them calves of his."

"Oh, you mean that black angus? No, he didn't bother us any."

"Good for you, ma'am. He can be a mean bull. Danged if he didn't break my leg two summers ago. Laid me up for per't' near two weeks. Feared I was of ever getting in a saddle again. 'Course, a man my age, his bones don't mend none too good. Not that I ain't got a few more good years in me. "

"He was a perfect gentleman around us. And I bet you've still got a good bone or two left."

"Well, him and me always did 'preciate a perty heifer." The old man touched his hat again. "Well, it's a pleasure meetin' you an' your husband, ma'am. Y'all have a safe trip."

"Our pleasure, Mr. Schulze."

Mom drove on and waved her hand out the window as she pulled us on to the pavement and accelerated.

"He thought we were married," I said.

"And he sure was staring at my legs."

"Maybe you want to go back and try one of his old bones. You have admirers everywhere. I should have given him these as a memento." I pulled the white lace panties out of my pocket.

"I wondered where those got to. You probably stole my bra, too."

I stopped to think. "I thought you picked it up. I bet we left it in the barn."

Mom laughed. "I hope he finds it." Then, more seriously, she went on, ""I guess the closest decent motel is in Wofford."

"Huh?"

"We'll stop for gas there. While you're getting us a room, I'm going to call your father. I'll tell him that the rain spoiled your photography project and we'll try again tomorrow." She laid her hand on my thigh, rubbing it, getting within hailing distance of my cock. "I think he'll buy it. You have a lot more pictures to take."



Rain



The rain came down in torrents and young Suresh was stuck in it. The 23 year old boy was walking through fields when the rain struck. His lodgings were a kilometer away and he was ill prepared for this interruption. Suddenly he spotted a house in the distance and started running towards it. By the time he was at its doorstep, he was drenched to the bone and quite cold as well. The small town where he was situated was around 4000 feet above sea level and mostly blessed with cool weather. The month was November and it tended to get cold. This shower had turned the knob down to very cold. Most houses in small towns have a small verandah in the front that doubles as shelter for passersby. This house had a reasonably large verandah and Suresh was saved from further drenching. Since his clothes were soaked he was shivering with cold and was under risk of becoming quite ill. 

The door at the entrance of the house opened suddenly and a middle aged lady of about 45 or so years emerged. She saw Suresh and assessed his state. She said "You must be very cold! Come in and wipe yourself."

Suresh was ushered into warmer surroundings inside the house and the lady, who told him her name was Kanta, asked him to undress and wipe himself with the rustic handloom towel she provided. Suresh did this after Kanta had departed, with his wet clothes, from the room he was in. She returned a little later, after he had wiped himself and wrapped the towel around his waist. She examined him in a dispassionate manner and asked him whether he would have tea. Suresh nodded and thought to himself that hot tea would help in making him warmer. Meanwhile Kanta had provided him with a kurta and a pyjama, which were luckily of his size. His undergarments were hung out to dry in the kitchen, where the warmth would speed up the process.

Kanta brought tea for him and he gladly sipped the hot brew and slowly felt the warmth seeping into him. He now noticed Kanta a little more attentively. She was quite dark, of good height and, a little on the plump side. Suresh was not given to leering at women and so first thanked her for her help. Kanta smiled and said it was nothing. As the rain was still coming down and it was past 7 in the evening, she asked him to stay the night at her home. As they sipped tea, Kanta told him that she lived alone in the house, which had three bedrooms and a small hall. Her husband had died a couple of years back and they did not have any children. She said that the doctors had said she was not capable of having kids due to some problem with her body. The fields near her home were her own and she worked on them with two labourers who came during the daytime. The next two days being a festival, they would not be coming for work. She asked Suresh if he would have dinner and he readily agreed. Kantabai made a meal of chapatis and some vegetable curry.

Suresh wanted to sleep and he asked her where he could sleep. She pointed to a double cot with a cotton mattress on it and said this was the only place she had. She told him that he would have to share the bed with her. She also gave him a somewhat thick bedsheet and told him to use it to cover himself. Suresh lay down and covered himself with the bedsheet. However, sleep eluded him. Kanta was still in the kitchen doing the dishes and cleaning up. Eventually she came from there and removed her sari and lay next to him. She also had a thick bedsheet to cover herself. The night was cold and Suresh started shivering with cold. Kanta went closer to him and said that she had one blanket which they would have to share. Suresh, an innocent, did not understand the implications. Kanta brought a somewhat wide blanket from the cupboard and covered herself. She asked Suresh to come closer and share the blanket. 

As Suresh came closer, he could feel her warmth next to him. Her softness and warmth were comforting. Kanta moved closer to him and her body was now in contact with his. Suresh was a novice when it came to sex but suddenly found his penis getting erect. 

Kanta said "Everyone seems to have a lover, girlfriend or boyfriend. Do you have one?"

Suresh said he did not have a girlfriend and had never had one.

Kanta asked him whether he had had sex with anyone.

Suresh shook his head shyly.

Kanta's hands moved over his body and settled on his penis through his pyjama. She said "Looks like you are a big boy!"

Suresh saw her sit up and take off her blouse. As she had not worn a bra, her breasts were visible in the dim light of the room. 

Suresh saw that he breasts were quite big. Kanta now took hold of his hand and placed it on her left breast. Suresh had never held any woman's breast in his life save when he was being suckled. The softness of her breast was wonderful and he experimented by pressing it, encouraged by Kanta. The nipple on her breast suddenly grew in his hand and became erect. Kanta turned to her right and put one of her breasts in his mouth. Instinctively, Suresh put his mouth to her nipple and sucked on it. Kanta started sighing and asked him to continue. Suresh took her other breast in his hand and placed its nipple in his mouth. Kanta was sighing in ecstasy. She started writhing about in great pleasure. 

After sometime she asked Suresh to stop for a while and got off the bed. She dropped her petticoat and came back to the bed. She took his hand and placed it on her cunt. Suresh knew what to do. He moved his finger around her vulva and accidentally stumbled on her clitoris. Kanta jumped when he did it. Suresh again ran his finger over the little bud and Kanta wriggled and writhed about. Kanta asked him to put his finger inside her vagina and as he did it she was over the top with pleasure. Suresh had developed a big erection. Kanta told him to take off his clothes. She asked him to climb on her and used her hand to guide Suresh into her opening. Suresh felt myriad sensations on his penis and the warmth inside her was delightful. Kanta now asked him to start moving inside her and soon he was in rhythm with her . Kanta moved her hips up to meet his thrusts and clasped her arms around his back. Although it was cold outside, both were sweating and yet enjoying the feeling of oneness that enveloped them. Suresh sucked on her nipples while thrusting into her. Soon both were panting and moving faster. Finally both came together and Suresh felt quite drained with the effort. Kanta held on to him and would not let go. She kissed him on his face and on his mouth. Finally Suresh disengaged and Kanta lovingly held his hand and took him to the bathroom. She washed herself and waited while he washed himself. 

They came back to the bed and lay down, both nude. Kanta nuzzled against him and kept her body right against him. Some time in the night she placed her hand on his prick and gently moved it along the shape of it. This helped change the shape completely and it grew in her hand. Suresh woke up and looked at her. Kanta was still nude and she reached out to him and brought his face close to hers. She placed her lips on his and slowly ran her tongue over his lips. Suresh now responded and although a novice at this started wrestling her tongue with his. As Kanta placed her body next to his, he felt her soft shape and his body also responded. Both were now kissing each other in an uninhibited manner. Suresh was aroused greatly and he wanted to fuck her rightaway. But Kanta asked him to take it easy and put his face against her breasts. Suresh licked her nipples and they became stiff. Slowly Kanta pushed his head until it was in line with her cunt. She asked Suresh to lick it and with some hesitation he did. As he put his tongue on her clit, she jumped and this made him repeat the motion. After some time of thrashing about and writhing with pleasure she came loudly and had become thoroughly wet. Suresh now gently placed his prick against her pussy. It slid inside smoothly and he started thrusting it in and out. They continued for the next ten minutes or so before both of them came explosively.

After this both of them were tired and slept well. With no pressure of time, Kanta got up at 7 or so, late by her standards. Suresh still slept and Kanta did not disturb him. When Suresh finally woke up, she was there with a cup of tea in her hands. She asked him to get dressed and get fresh. Suresh brushed his teeth with a brush she had given him and came to her room. Kanta gave him his tea with a smile and waited till he finished drinking it. She took the cup and went to the kitchen to wash it. 

She started making breakfast and Suresh came to the kitchen. He hugged her from behind and his hands crept to her blouse. Kanta shooed him away as she was busy. She told to wait till they had eaten. Soon both were sitting in the kitchen and eating their simple breakfast of chapatis and some vegetables. Suresh helped her to clear the dishes and wash them. Once they were done, they both went to the bedroom. Kanta looked at him seductively and started removing her clothes. Suresh was aroused very quickly and also removed his clothes. Both were now lying together on her bed and Suresh moved to her and started kissing her. Soon he was pawing her bountiful breasts before he went down and started sucking on them. His hands crept downward and he started fingering her pussy. In a short while he inserted his prick into her vaginal opening and started moving up and down. Kanta was feeling quite horny and she started raising her hips and egging him on. Soon both came together and were intertwined with each other. Both were unwilling to let go but finally Kanta asked Suresh to disengage and both went to the bathroom. They showered together but not before there was a lot of horseplay. Once they finished bathing amidst the diversions, they put on fresh clothes. Kanta asked Suresh to move in with her and occupy one of the other bedrooms in her house. 

Suresh got his meagre possessions into her house after telling his friends that he found cheaper lodgings with a relative. As there was still another day of the holidays, Suresh and Kanta were able to enjoy themselves and had sex several times. After the holidays both went to their workplace. Kanta's helpers came to her house and helped in the fields. Both Suresh and Kanta were busy but the nights saw some steamy sex between them. Kanta demonstrated to Suresh the delights of being blown. A month passed in total ecstacy. 

One day Kanta came home looking a little worried. Suresh asked her what happened. She told him that her mother was coming over to stay with her and they could not have any sex during her stay of around two months. Suresh asked her not to worry and that they would be able to find a way. But Kanta did not like the idea much. 

Two days later her mother came and Suresh picked her up from the station and brought her home. He brought her luggage from the auto rickshaw and placed it in the third bedroom. Chameli, Kanta's mother was around 60 years old but looked younger. She had been widowed for five years and lived alone in her house in a village some 200 km away. However, she was very active and kept herself reasonably fit by doing a lot of work on her own. Her figure was almost like Kanta's except that her breasts seemed bigger and also her ass. Chameli was assessing Suresh and admired his strong young body. Five years she thought was a long time without a man and despite her age her desire had not waned. She wondered whether Kanta had sex with Suresh and wanted to talk frankly with her about this. . 

Chameli decided to help her daughter with her work and told her that she would do the housework. Kanta was quite grateful but made a perfunctory protest saying that Chameli had come for taking rest and should not strain herself, something that Chameli dismissed offhand. She told Kanta that if she did not keep busy, she would find herself restless. She asked Kanta to go to her fields and take care of the work there. Chameli asked Kanta if Suresh, who had a few holidays could assist her. Chameli also broached the delicate subject of Kanta and Suresh. She said that having a young man like Suresh must be tempting to her, Kanta. While Kanta denied any such occurrence, Chameli told her that she was lying. Finally Kanta agreed that she and Suresh were indeed together. Chameli told her that it was quite understandable and she was relatively young. She told Kanta that she would not mind having sex with Suresh, if the young man agreed to it. Kanta was taken aback. Like all daughters she did not think that mothers were capable of being tempted thus. But she also sympathised with her mother being lonely and alone in her house in the village. The only familial connection she had was her daughter. Chameli had no other children but did not live with Kanta as she was independent and also helped out in the village administration. Kanta thought for a while and gave her okay to it. 

Chameli promised that she would be discrete and started doing the housework, after Kanta left for the fields. She called Suresh to help her with lifting some heavy items and while he was doing so asked him if he worked out. Suresh said that the only exercise he did was some morning Yoga and walking. Also the work he did had an element of physical exertion in it. 

Chameli wanted some things in the loft and she asked Suresh to get a ladder and hold it against the wall so she could climb up. As she went up, Suresh saw that she had not worn any panties and her crotch was visible as also her rather large posterior. He averted his gaze but Chameli called him and asked him to hold some things she had taken out. This made him look again at her nether region. After handing over all the things she took out, Chameli descended slowly and finally asked Suresh to hold her. Suresh's hands involuntarily went to her rear and he felt her smooth and soft ass under her clothes in the process of helping her down. The result was an erection that he could not conceal and Chameli asked him if he was okay. Suresh nodded and went to put away the ladder. 

Chameli busied herself with the task of sweeping the kitchen and asked Suresh to stay in case she needed his help. Suresh saw her large boobs as she was bending down to sweep the floor and again his prick got erect. Chameli got up and wiped some sweat off her brow with the lehenga she was wearing. She smiled at Suresh and told him to come to her room. There she removed her lehnga complaining that it had got wet. She removed her blouse as well and Suresh saw her completely nude. Chameli signalled to Suresh to come to her and asked him to take off his clothes. Suresh hesitated and asked her what if Kanta came in. Chameli said that Kanta would not come except in the afternoon. She once again called Suresh and embraced him. Her proximity and her nudity intensified Suresh's arousal. He quickly stripped and came to Chameli. 

Although over 60, Chameli was still attractive and her body did not show much sag. Chameli placed her lips on Suresh's and kissed him. He responded and soon both were tonguing each other. They got on the bed and Chameli asked him to suck on her boobs. Slowly Suresh went lower and was flicking his tongue against her clitoris. Chameli was very much excited and soon asked Suresh to mount her but to go easy on her. Suresh slowly inserted his prick into her cunt and gently moved it up and down. Soon Chameli was lifting her hips up in response and both continued to move against each other. After around 10 minutes in which Chameli had three orgasms, both came together. Suresh held the elderly lady in his arms and kissed her several times. Chameli also caressed his face and body and was completely sated. She said to him that Kanta had taught him well. Suresh was flabbergasted! Then Chameli said that Kanta knew of her plan but asked Suresh to pretend with Kanta that he was not. 

At night Suresh retired to his room after dinner but soon Kanta came to him and asked him to come to her room. Chameli was fast asleep. Kanta quickly stripped and after sucking her boobs, Suresh climbed astride her and started fucking her. Soon both of them were in ecstacy and came after a while. Kanta asked Suresh to stay and caressed his chest delicately with her fingers. She asked him if her mother had done anything with him and soon had a truthful answer. Kanta told him that hypocrisy was useless and that it would be good if both mother and daughter and he slept and fucked together. 

The next day, Chameli got up and after washing herself came to the kitchen for some tea. Kanta was already up and both mother and daughter sipped hot tea together in the kitchen. Kanta, with a mischievious smile, asked Chameli how she found Suresh. Chameli said he was a nice boy and helped her with the work she did the previous day. Kanta asked rather bluntly how Chameli found him in bed. Chameli was a little startled but recovered herself enough to say he was very good. Kanta told her mother that she loved her very much and wanted to see her happy. So she said they could both have sex with Suresh either at different times of the day or they could all sleep together. Chameli was excited at the prospect of sleeping together. She told Kanta her preference. Kanta told her that today she would go to the fields but asked her mother not to wear out Suresh during the day!

Kanta went into Suresh's room to wake him up and told him the glad tidings. She asked Suresh to keep her mother happy during the day. Suresh was tempted to again fuck Kanta after having done so the previous night and grabbed her. Kanta would have liked to have sex with Suresh but she had work to do and avoided him. She told him that he could always fuck her mother who was more than eager to do so. 

After Kanta left for work, Chameli gave him tea and asked him to wait while she made breakfast for him. Both ate together. While serving him Chameli bent down so that he could see her breasts. After he finished eating Suresh hugged her from behind and started feeling her tits. Chameli asked him to come to her room. When Suresh went there he found her naked on the bed. He went to her and was about to climb on it when Chameli stopped him. She made him strip and lovingly stroked his erect penis. Then she bent down and took him in her mouth. The sensations were incredible for Suresh and he thought he would come. But Chameli stopped at the right time and she lay back in the bed and asked him to come to her. Suresh kissed her and Chameli tongued him expertly. Both were now ready to fuck. Chameli spread her thighs and he got on top of her and inserted his prick into her cunt. Soon both were fucking, slowly at first and then faster. After about seven minutes they both came and were still intertwined with each other. Chameli confessed that she had never had sex like this with her husband. She kissed Suresh all over his face and hugged him. 

Both went to the bathroom and bathed together. Suresh caressed her boobs and also her ample rear. He was again erect and Chameli was ready too. They wiped themselves quickly and were soon on her bed again coupling together. While fucking her Suresh sucked on her nipples and also kissed her mouth. Chameli came twice and was now completely satisfied. She disengaged from Suresh and asked him to keep his strength for the night. Chameli got busy cooking lunch and cleaning the house. 

Kanta returned in the afternoon and said she was done for the day. All of them had lunch together and were about to go to their respective rooms. Kanta called both Suresh and Chameli and asked them to come to her room. 

As they entered her room, she asked both of them to take off their clothes. Both did so and Kanta also stripped. All three were now naked. Suresh was already sporting an erection. Kanta asked Suresh to lie between her and her mother. Suresh was surrounded by female flesh on both sides and the tactile sensation was very different. Kanta kissed him and ran her fingers over his prick. Meanwhile, Chameli also ran her hand all over his torso. She tried to grab his prick but Kanta was already there. Suresh went down on Kanta and started tonguing her nether region. Kanta had a huge orgasm but wanted to be fucked. She asked Suresh to enter her right away and had spread her legs. Chameli now started kissing Suresh and had her hands everywhere. Soon Suresh started moving in unison with Kanta and both came after some ten minutes. 




Rain



Now it was Chameli's turn. She waited for Suresh to recover and he did in about ten minutes. Her ministrations of his prick and little kisses she placed on his body as well as the shape of two female forms against him were adequate. Soon he was fully erect and had put his hand on Chameli's pussy and started rubbing it. He went down on her as well and she was very wet when he entered her. As he had already come thrice during the day, the sex lasted longer and after some 15 minutes he came in her. Chameli also came with him and both ladies held on to him. Both were kissing his face and also his mouth. All three were tired and slept the sleep of the dead. It was 7 pm when they got up. Outside it was quite dark. Chameli and Kanta made dinner and they ate quietly. 

That night Chameli slept in her room quite worn out by her sexual exertions and Suresh slept with Kanta. During that night Suresh and Kanta had sex two times and slept nude and cuddling each other. Suresh being young and virile had no fears of being worn out. 

For the next two months they had a blissful time with all being thoroughly satisfied. Both ladies had sex at least twice a day with Suresh and he was happy to service them. When Chameli had to go back, she did so with reluctance. Kanta told her to wind up her establishment and stay with her. This Chameli did and returned a month later. The festivities continued till Suresh got a better job in a new place around 300 km away. Not before they had a three day orgy of uninhibited lovemaking! But that is another story.



Rain



It was pouring rain. We were walking home after the game. We lost. Jamie was down. Not because of the game. He was like thinking. Moody. I think he was brooding over the other night when he saw me fuck those guys. They were average. I was more into Jamie watching me than I was into their cocks.

I pulled Jamie under a tree. A little shelter from the storm. I said "You OK?"

He said "Sure." I pulled him to me and I kissed him. I kissed him hard and he kissed me back. I felt him getting hard. At least he didn't have to think about that.

I undid his belt and reached down in his pants. His tool felt warm and wonderful. I unzipped his fly and had it out. I didn't know what to do. The ground was wet and I was wearing nylons. I stroked it feverishly.

This was too much for Jamie. He just leaned back against the tree. His warm seed ran out over my wet hand. I was covered in semen from the wrist down. I thought about licking it off but I wiped it on the tree instead. That left a lot of cum still on my hand. I wiped it on the grass. Now my hand was covered with dirt and twigs and stuff. I finally just pulled my dress up and wiped it off on the inside of my dress.

Jamie said, "Why don't you just lick it off. Isn't that the way sluts like it?"

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She had my cum all over her hand under the tree in the rain. She was wiping it everywhere. She finally wiped it off on the inside of her dress showing me her legs nearly up to her cunt.

I said, "Why don't you just lick it off. Isn't that the way sluts like it?"

Open mouth. Insert foot. I was still stuck on what I'd seen the other night.

I could see I'd hurt her. I thought, shit, here she just gave me a great hand job and I shit all over her. I almost laughed. First I cum on her and then I shit on her. I remembered seeing her with those two guys. They were all over her. I couldn't tell how much she was liking it but she was definitely letting them. She even sucked their dicks. She seemed to like it the best near the end. She had one and then the other and she must have been cumming or something because her eyes were glazed and she had this fantastic smile on her face as she looked right in my direction.

I don't think she saw me. I was hidden in the bushes. The guys saw me though. They asked me later why I didn't fuck her too. I couldn't tell them how crazy I am about you. Not after you let them have their way like that.

And now I had to go and call you a slut. I just blew the last chance I'll ever have.

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When I heard him say that I just couldn't believe it. I mean it made me so mad. Him. Calling me a slut. Like he was Mr. Abstinence or something. And then I got a little twinge. And it sunk in exactly what he said. About licking it off. That was my first thought. And thinking about it I got wet in my pussy. And it started burning. And I had to have it. Shit! I just jacked him off.

"Oh, Jamie, honey. I'm so sorry I made you mad. Next time I will lick it off, just for you. But I need you to do me now. I can't wait till next time. Next time has to be right now."

I was getting a little frantic so I just thought "Shit, I'm a slut. I don't give a damn about these nylons but I have got to have some cock." And I dropped to my knees in the wet grass right under that tree.

Jamie's soft cock felt so good as it entered my mouth. And it didn't stay soft for long. Soon I was pumping on his long pole with my mouth. I got it just the way I liked it, smooth as silk and twice as shiny. And then I pulled him on top of me and we rolled in the grass and fucked. Since he had just cum I got to enjoy his cock for a full five minutes before his exuberant boyishness took over and he filled me with his seed.

After I licked his cock clean I told him what it did to me when he called me a slut like that.

He said "You were acting like a slut the other night fucking those two guys."

I grabbed his soft pecker firmly and said, "You better watch the way you talk, Jamie, unless you're ready for round three."

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I wasn't ready for round three yet but JoJo kept stroking on it and before you know it we were laying in the grass fucking again. This time I just pounded and pounded, I wasn't about to cum. My cock was so stiff and her cunt was so slick, it was like we were made for each other.

Then I heard voices. It was Randy and Chet from the other night. I tried to get off but JoJo clasped her legs around my ass. I could tell this was turning her on. I thought "What the fuck?"

Randy said "Well, lookee here. Looks like pretty boys finally getting a little JoJo nooky."

Chet said zippp and he knelt down by JoJo's face. I couldn't believe it. He was waving his cock in front of JoJo's face while I was fucking her. It was really close to me too. I had never seen a cock so close before. It looked huge and strangely appetizing.

JoJo reached out with her tongue and licked the head of Randy's cock. He grabbed her hair and stuffed it in her mouth.

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When I heard Randy and Chet it really got me hot. Kind of like the other night in reverse. This time they could watch while I fucked Jamie. Then they would see why I loved Jamie so much and why they were just dicks. I clasped my legs around Jamie's ass pulling him deeper into me. I was sure I would be able to have an orgasm while Chet and Randy watched.

But then Randy wanted to do more than just watch. And he knelt down by my head and showed me his cock. Jamie looked at his dick and fucked me even harder. I licked the head of Randy's dick right in front of Jamie's face. Randy grabbed my head and started fucking my mouth. Now I was getting it in the cunt and the mouth at the same time. That pushed me over the top and I started yelling losing Randy's cock. When I came Jamie went crazy, trying to kill me with his dick. Then he came like a geyser filling my cunt until it was running down my ass. When he got off of me Chet just said "Look at that."

All three of them stood there looking at my pussy with Jamie's cum pouring out of it. Chet unzipped and stroked his cock. He started yelling out "Sloppy seconds, sloppy seconds." Randy said "No way, I'm next."

He pounded me good for about five minutes and then Chet had a turn.

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After I fucked JoJo she just lay there with my cum running out of her pussy. I couldn't believe what had just happened. Watching her suck on Randy while I fucked her was too fucking great. It made me so hot I lost control and blew my load right into her cunt.

We stood there and gawked at her pussy. Chet said "Look at that," like we were looking at anything else. He got his cock out. Then Randy said me first. And he fucked her.

He fucked JoJo good and hard for about five minutes and I could tell that JoJo was liking it. She had her knees up and her feet flat on the ground her pelvis meeting his stroke for stroke. I think she got off just before he did and she was definitely over the top when he finished. Instead of squirting in her cunt he pulled out and sprayed his cum all over her belly. The last couple of squirts dripped down onto her pussy hair. JoJo lay flat on her back completely out of it with my cum running down her ass and Randy's cum all over her cunt and stomach. Chet didn't even wipe it off. He just got belly to belly with JoJo and smeared Randy's cum all over himself he was so hot for JoJo's pussy.

He was in her before she even came down from her orgasm. He was already stroking her steady before she opened her eyes. I think she was topped out. She just came and came and came. As soon as she would relax for a second she would get over again. I could see her squeezing her legs together using her cunt muscles to work on Chet's cock. Then she would get over again.

It was like Chet wasn't there. Chet's cock wasn't really Chet's. It was only there for JoJo. It's only purpose was to give JoJo's cunt something to squeeze on. So JoJo could cum again. And again.

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After Randy fucked me he sprayed his cum all over my belly. I came so hard that I was out of it. When I came to Chet was already hard at work. His cock felt so good I had another orgasm. When I came back to earth I discovered that if I squeezed his cock a certain way with my legs just so it would give me an orgasm. I did that several times. Then it was too much for him. He filled me with his cum. When he creamed me it sent me over the top again. I think counting Randy and Chet together I orgasmed nonstop for over five minutes.

Randy and Chet zipped their pants back up.

"Well, Bye Bye JoJo."

"Yeah, JoJo. And see you later pretty boy."

Randy and Chet left. I smiled at Jamie. He smiled back at me. His cock was already showing signs of life. I patted the ground next to me and he laid down. I turned around backwards and started sucking his cock back to full hardness. Jamie nosed around between my legs and started toungueing my pussy. He sucked Chet's cum right out of my cunt. He licked Randy's cum off of my belly. And he ate his own cum out of my ass crack. Randy and Chet don't understand why I'm so crazy about Jamie when they're just dicks. Well, I understand, I thought while I sucked on Jamies dick. I understand.



Rain



Rain, God, how she hated it. A warm, summer shower is delightful and pleasant to walk through with your lover, but Saturday's rain was cold and damp. A biting wind gusted outside as she dressed for the day. Errands, mundane trips to deliver kids to and from activities required her to be out in THAT.

She looked out the window, half-sullen. The last morning like this she called him at his office. She wanted to lounge with him by a fireplace, sip coffee and laugh with him, snuggling close to protect her from the damp winter chill. He teased her that the only time she called was when it was raining. She challenged him, but smiled that he would notice.

She had barely finished her first cup of coffee. The boys had a tournament today. They left early and would not be back until after dinner. The girls had several activities which meant she would rush for an hour dropping them off al over town, have a couple of hours to herself, and then rush to pick them up and take them to the next birthday party, or dance lesson, or practice, or whatever was happening that day. She honestly couldn't remember.

She slipped out of her robe and ran the shower. The hot, steaming water enveloped her in a cocoon, temporarily masking winter's bite and sting outside. She thought of him again. Not an unpleasant thought, but if she dwelt too much on him, she would be in a quandary. Her mind would be a paradox of warm affection and lust. She missed him so much sometimes, it frightened her. She really did enjoy the new life she was experiencing, in a way that surprised her. But he snuck in from time to time, causing intense emotions, wanting to run away from him and toward him at the same time.

No. Don't go there, you'll end up thinking of him all day. Well, there could be worse thoughts, she mused. In that split second, she lost control. The water, his smile, the joking over the phone had just destined her think of him for the day, regardless of who was in the car or in the house. The hot liquid shower, the soap she was rubbing against her skin, memories of walks on the beach, showering together, it was to much to ignore. The warmth on her skin was causing another warmth within her. Part sexual, part deep friendship, part joy. She would be with him for the day, at least in her heart and mind. 

As she dressed, she figured she might as well play the part. He would never know, but she could at least enjoy the torment by pretending to be with him. She choose a matching bra and panty set. Wonderful silk. Something he could have picked out for her, but she had purchased this, although she wondered whether, deep inside, she had been thinking about him when she spied it on the rack. Thin spaghetti straps, just the right amount of cut, enough to support and still little enough to expose the milky white upper part of her breasts. God, she thought of the ways he pampered and caressed her breasts. His touches, kisses and nipples drove her right where they both wanted to be when they were together.

A denim wrap skirt and denim button-down blouse completed her outfit. Comfortable enough for the errands with the kids, spiffy enough in case she bumped into anyone she wanted to impress, and still a sort sexy-yet-casual feeling to it. Not that anyone would notice, but the ensemble lifted her spirts, something she would desperately need to keep her mood today. Rain, God how she hated it, especially when she would rather lock herself away with him for the day, next to a fire, sharing coffee and each other.

The errands went more smoothly than she expected. The girls weren't badgering each other and there weren't too many other cars out this early on a Saturday. No wonder, she thought quietly. Rain. Cold. Wind. But she knew that after she dropped her youngest off at a friend's for the day, the traffic would pick up. Stores would be open, families would be doing their own errands. And the cars, no, rather the lousy Midwestern drivers, would make it unbearable to maneuver. At least in the East she could be aggressive in these conditions and no one would think anything of it. People in the East were supposed to drive like maniacs. These country bumpkins thought snow meant driving with your foot on the brake constantly. Even the barely-there drizzle out this morning would send these drivers in to a panic. She was looking forward to getting the girls dropped off and sneaking home for a couple of hours, before having to venture out again.

She was already thinking what she might do when she was at home alone. She wanted to speak with him. Actually, she wanted to see him, be with him. Damn. Perhaps she could start on that story she promised him weeks ago. Today might be a good day to unleash a little creative energy and write something for him. Since beginning to think of him in the shower, she certainly had enough sensual energy she wanted to unleash. Oh, well...

The road ahead resembled a parking lot. Someone had been a stupid driver, she decided, and brought the entire main road to a complete halt. No one was moving in any direction. She wasn't going to let this mess keep her from getting home to start her story. The Bostonite in her took control, and she hopped a curb to escape the traffic jam, swinging on a side road that would direct her away from the main arteries, and the maniacs.

Relieved to be out of the crush, she was momentarily confused. She couldn't exactly remember where this road led. She knew it would take her the direction she wanted, but couldn't visualize the specifics. She flashed to a trip to Boston, with him. The weather was horrible and she insisted on driving the rental car, challenging his ability to drive in a big city. She knew better, but still wanted to have control in that situation. He teased her about her navigational ability. But once they arrived at the hotel, neither had trouble navigating each other's desires, wishes or bodies.

Then she remembered. This road wound past his office. She wondered how much of the side trip was to escape traffic, and how much was her inner thoughts taking her past a familiar spot to dwell on him more. Her face scrunched to a half-smile, half-frown. It wasn't fair to live so close and not be able to see him. He was probably on a trip anyway, flirting with cocktail servers, flight attendants or whoever he had arranged to take with him to Orlando, or San Diego, or New Orleans. She knew he didn't actually do anything on these trips, but he was such a flirt. She laughed, thinking of the way he flirted with her before their relationship took a turn for the better.

She rounded the bend in the road and saw his office building. A few seconds and she would drive right past it. An odd feeling of warmth and desire, mixed with a shrug, knowing she wouldn't be with him today.

Then she saw it. His car was the only vehicle in the lot. Her heard skipped a beat. Could he really be working today? Of course, she answered herself, he was a workaholic, after all. No, surely he left his car here for the trip he must be on. She wanted to stop and see if he was really there. But she couldn't decide whether to stop or not. What he was there, but not alone. Any of several colleagues could have been dropped off to work on some project, and who knew who might show up at anytime, even if he was there, alone.

Her curiosity raced. Should she stop? What if his family was with him? No, she thought, he wouldn't bring his kids to the office. He was too focused for that. If, in fact, he was in the office on a weekend, he was in to be productive, which is why he was away from his computer at home. The office would offer fewer distractions. Umm, she thought… distractions. She screwed up her courage, pulled into the lot and cruised slowly past the building, to see what she could see.

No obvious movements inside, no people walking around and no one in the front lobby area as she pulled up and parked. God, she was nervous. Less about him not being there, or even if someone else was there. But, more nervous if he WAS there. What would happen? Would he be glad to see her? Her thoughts of him throughout the morning decided for her. She was stopping. She had to know if he was here.

She pressed the button next to the front door. She knew from her professional life in this office the bell didn't work as often as it did. If he is inside there, he may not even hear. She waited several moments, planning another way to get his attention, IF he was inside. She stood there, in the rain, damp and cold, waiting to see him. Actually, waiting to see if he was even there. She felt somewhere between stupid and angry. Why didn't he answer the door? Why was he making her stand out in the rain?

There, in the doorway, he WAS there. She was so absorbed at looking out to the rain and being upset, she neglected to pay attention to the fact he was standing in the foyer, watching her watching the rain. He smiled and mouthed, "Sorry, we're closed" through the door. She steeled her eyes at him and yelled, "Let me in, it's freezing out here, you shit!"

He let her in the door and without hesitation gave her a warm, big bear hug. It caught her by surprise and she fairly stumbled into his arms. He gladly steadied her, holding her tight. She melted in his embrace, feeling warm and secure, protected from the cold outside. He reached up and cupped her face in his hands. His palms were warm and dry, unlike the weather. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, full on the mouth. This aggressiveness was unlike him, but today, she liked it. In fact, it was stirring the very emotions and desires she felt in the shower earlier. Warmth... longing... passion.

His kisses were becoming harder and firmer now. He snaked his tongue around hers in an oral dance. He held her tighter, his hands massaging her back through the denim material. She wedged as close to him as possible, not resisting in any way, shape or form. His massages dropped to her buns, squeezing them firmly, kneading them as only he could. She began to melt. He continued his assault with his tongue and lips, moving to her earlobe, then her neck.

He grasped her butt and pulled her into him, pressing his hardness against her. His caresses became stronger… deeper…harder. He firmly pushed her back toward the lobby wall, leaning her against the hutch next to the receptionist desk. He placed his hands firmly on her breasts rubbing through the rough denim and soft, silky lingerie. Her pulse quickened, his already racing and both were breathing sporadically now. He reached down and found the wrap in her skirt, pushing aside the blue material, finding even more warmth. A low moan escaped from her, he was in complete control now, and she wanted him to control her.

He reached under her and picked her up — pushing her against the wall. She wrapped her legs around his waist, greedily kissing him as he unleashed himself from his boxers. He reached between her legs, moving the thin, silk panel out of the way. Still kissing each other, he eased her down onto him, entering her smoothly and completely. Without hesitation, he began thrusting deeply into her, leveraging her against the wall. She hugged him around his neck and shoulders, hanging on as he continued his attack.

This was primal, this was passion, this was almost pure lust. The feelings had been bottled up too long between them. The urgency surprised them and they eagerly succumbed to it. The long wait in-between opportunities, the mental images of him in her mind all morning, the sheer joy of seeing him, his aggressiveness, the way his hips were pressing against her mound, the thin material rubbing her clit, the way her legs were wrapped, everything was adding — no — multiplying the rush of emotions and desires. In just a few minutes, both reached the ultimate connection, sharing another moment to be etched in their collective memory...

...She stepped to the back of the office to freshen up a little. When she returned, he handed her a steaming hot cup of coffee, freshly made. A warm kiss came with the hot mug. She sat on his lap in his office, cuddling, laughing and just talking for the next hour. Then too soon for either, she needed to leave. More errands, more pick-ups and deliveries. He wouldn't get much done, murmuring something about distractions. Her creative energy was now directed away from stories toward songs. 

Time with him seemed to bring that out in her. Both kissed slowly, lovingly as she stepped back outside. In the hour they spent in his office, the rain stopped, the clouds dissipated and the wind was but a puff. The day was different, she decided. Perhaps she would wish for rain more often, if it meant rainbows like this.



Rain and Bourbon



The clap of thunder shook me from my stupor. I had been idly watching Sportscenter, trying to catch Red Sox highlights, and relaxing from a long, hot day of work. The weather was typical mid-summer, blazing hot with humidity through the roof. About the time I had roused myself from my daydream, Sarah burst through the front door.

"Baby, it looks like a storm is brewing," she said.

"I know, baby," I told her as I stood and stretched, "I'm on it." By 'on it' I meant the top on my jeep. I had hoped that the storms would pass, and being worn out from work, left the top off. As any jeep or convertible owner knows, this is a mistake you only make once.

A flash of lightning and another clap of thunder got me moving. I didn't bother with my shoes or sandals as I raced out the door. Only small droplets of rain were falling when I got outside, but the sky had an ominous color and the imminent storm was moving in fast. I ran to my jeep and hurriedly began the task of putting the top up. I had my front windows in, and the top mostly up, when the rain really started to fall. I still needed to close some zippers and clamp some snaps up, but I was able to keep my jeep from becoming soaked. The same could not be said for me.

As I was finishing the small details of closing my top, the rain had been coming down hard. Lightning flashes lit up the early evening sky every few seconds, and the rolling thunder seemed to shake the ground beneath my feet. I was quite simply soaked to the bone. There was not a dry stitch of clothing on me and water dripped off every inch of my skin. I merely walked back towards the house, no point in running I reasoned, I couldn't get any wetter.

As I entered the house, Sarah poked her head out of the den. She chuckled at my appearance before getting a look of genuine concern on her face.

"Aww, Johnny, your soaked baby," she said, "Did you get your top up?"

I nodded affirmatively. "Yeah, the jeep is a hell of a lot dryer than I am."

"Good," she said as she walked towards me, "Let's get you out of those wet clothes."

I smiled. "Are you trying to get me naked? Or do you just not want me getting the carpet wet?" I asked.

She stepped up to me and put her hands on my hips. "A little of both," she said with a grin as she started tugging my wet t-shirt up my torso. I lifted my arms for her and she pulled my shirt over my head. Dropping my shirt to the linoleum floor, she slowly ran her hands down over my bare chest. Her fingers lingered briefly on my pierced nipple before running down over my stomach. I stood perfectly still as her fingers expertly undid my belt and unbuttoned my shorts.

She lowered herself to her knees as she slowly pulled my wet shorts down my legs. When they reached my ankles, I lifted each of my feet in turn so she could remove them. The shorts gone, she slowly run her hands up my bare legs until she reached my hips again. The way she was touching me, softly, almost caressing my soaked skin, was making my head spin. Whatever her original intention, the thoughts coursing through my mind were of a decidedly R-rated nature and rapidly approaching X.

Her fingers hooked into my boxers and she gazed up at me from her knees. My hands joined hers on my hips. My eyes met hers. "These too?" I asked. She nodded and began tugging my boxers down. I sucked in a deep breath as the cool air of the room hit my rapidly inflating cock. I repeated the lifting of my feet allowing her to remove my soaked boxers, leaving me wet and naked before her.

Once again she slowly ran her hands up my legs. I took another deep breath as her hands briefly veered onto my inner thighs, but she quickly veered them back away from my cock and balls and ran them to my hips. I groaned when she leaned in and kissed my hip, louder when her lips parted and she sucked on my wet skin, hard enough to leave a mark. Satisfied she marked me as hers, she pulled back and rose to her feet.

Standing close enough to me that I could feel the fabric of her top against my skin, she dragged her fingertips up over my belly as she leaned in closer and softly kissed my collarbone. As her lips slowly made their way up my neck she found my nipple ring and took it between her fingers. She tugged gently as she whispered in my ear, "There, that's better baby," before softly nibbling on the lobe and sucking my earring between her lips.

My wet clothes were gone but my skin was still soaked. I snaked an arm around her back and pulled her closer. I kissed her lips softly and smiled. "Much better baby, but now your clothes are all wet," I told her as both my hands settled on her waist, "Let me return the favor."

She lifted her arms as I pulled her top up slowly, letting my knuckles brush across her bra. I noticed her nipples protruding against the lace of her bra and smiled. I lifted her top over her head and tossed it onto my pile of clothes. My fingertips ran softly down her sides, I raised my eyes to hers as I lowered myself to my knees. She bit her bottom lip when I started unbuttoning her shorts. I slowly pulled them down her legs and lifted each foot to remove them.

Running my hands back up her smooth legs, I watched her toned stomach as she drew a deep breath. Without saying a word, I hooked my fingers into her thong and looked up at her. She wordlessly nodded her assent and I began peeling her thong off her hips. When her smoothly waxed pussy came into view, it was all I could do not to grab hold of her hips and bury my tongue in her folds. I steeled myself and finished removing her thong, dragging my hands back up her legs, letting my thumbs graze her inner thighs. I heard a soft moan when I moved my hands away from her pussy and gripped her hips. Leaning in I kissed her hip, in the same spot she did mine and proceeded to leave my mark on her as well.

I stood up and took hold of her hips. My eyes locked on hers, I held her, me, naked, her in just her bra, before lowering my lips to her collarbone and kissing her softly. Working my way up her neck with more soft kisses, my hands ran up her back until they reached her bra. I kissed along her jawline as my fingertips traced along her bra strap. Our eyes met, followed shortly by our lips and we shared a sensuous kiss as I deftly undid her bra. Pulling it from between us, I was soon greeted by the feel of her hard nipples against my wet skin as she pressed her body against mine.

We broke the kiss and stood there, looking at each other. My hands softly caressed her bare back, her fingertips gently tracing the tattoo on my upper arm. No words were spoken as we drank in each other's body. She once again bit her bottom lip and I smiled at her. I quickly tucked an arm under her ass and lifted her off her feet. Her eyes never left mine as her hand softly caressed the back of my neck. I began walking towards our bedroom, carrying her naked body.

Reaching the bedroom, I carried her to our bed and gently lowered her onto it. Our lips met in another desire filled kiss as her body settled onto the mattress. My body hovered over hers, our flesh barely touching. I eventually broke the kiss and lowered my lips to her hard nipple. Sucking the little bud into my mouth I was rewarded with the soft sounds of her appreciation as well as the feel of her fingertips on my bald scalp. I raised my hand and teased her other nipple with my fingertips, before moving my lips there and sucking on that one as well. I flicked my tongue across the nipple then gently took it between my teeth. She moaned softly and squirmed on the bed.

After lavishing my love on her breasts and nipples, I began kissing my way down her stomach. When I reached her belly button, I quickly poked my tongue in before sitting up. Her eyes flashed open at the sudden departure of my touch and she watched intently as I reached for the nightstand. Her eyes widened when I pulled the flask from the drawer. I had stored the flask, filled with bourbon, in there for several weeks. She had once told me, after a night of joyous celebration of the Flyers comeback against Boston, that she loved the taste of bourbon on my lips. I had hatched the plan at that moment, but had forgotten about it until now.

Kneeling, naked, between her legs, gazing at her just as naked body, I opened the flask and grinned at her. "I need a shot baby," I said as I held the flask above her stomach and proceeded to pour a shot into her navel. I swiftly lowered my lips back to her stomach and began sucking up the warm amber liquid from her flesh. When I had licked up every drop, I shifted my body further between her legs and looked up her, smiling. "Mmm, that was good baby," I said in a throaty whisper. She bit her bottom lip and gazed at me longingly. "But I think I know what would taste even better," I told her.

With that, I lowered my mouth to her bare pussy. Dragging my tongue, upwards through her moist slit, I heard her moan. I took another pass through her pussy, before raising the flask and pouring some bourbon onto it. This elicited an "OH GOD" from her lips. I rapidly set about licking the flowing alcohol from her folds. The combination of bourbon and her juices was intoxicating. I poured more onto her and lapped up every drop. Her body thrashed on the bed and I had to abandon my hold on the flask to grip her hips and hold her pussy to my mouth. My tongue slashed through her rapidly and my lips sucked hungrily. Her moans began to reach a crescendo as I kept at it.

When my lips found her clit and took it between them, she screamed, "OH FUCK!" I kept at it, lapping away as her juices flowed into my mouth. I felt her hands on my head, caressing me as I ate her pussy with abandon. Her moans got louder and louder. I slipped my hands from her hips and under her ass. Squeezing her ass cheeks, I lifted her, pressing her pussy tighter against my mouth. I drove my tongue between her pussy lips and flicked it over her clit. Her hands moved to my shoulders and I could feel her nails dig in.

"Oh God, baby," she croaked breathlessly, "FUCK! You're gonna make me cum Johnny." I doubled my efforts on her pussy and clit. I was soon rewarded. "FUCK BABY! I"M CUMMING!" she screamed as her pussy began flooding my mouth. I sucked as much of her juices up as I could. She thrashed on the bed as she came. I ran my tongue through her pussy a few more times as her body continued to shake from her orgasm. I eventually slowed, then stopped, my licking and sat up on my knees. Grabbing the flask again, I smiled at her.

She had an exhausted look to her, but her eyes were pure fire. She reached for my wrist and pulled me too her. She took the flask from my hand as her other hand shot up around my neck and pulled me down towards her. "I wanna taste more," she said before smashing her lips into mine and kissing me hard. I lost myself in our kiss momentarily, but I had other plans and I wasn't through with her yet.

I wrestled the flask back from her grip and pulled away from the kiss. She looked at me disappointingly as I sat back, straddling her leg. I shook my head and held up the flask, grinning. "This is mine," I told her. For what seemed like the hundredth time, I watched her bite her bottom lip. "You want a taste," I asked her. Her eyes bore into mine and she nodded affirmatively. 

I smiled and proceeded to pour another shot into her navel. I quickly followed up by reaching down to grasp my fully erect cock. My eyes were locked on hers as I shuffled forward and pushed the head of my cock into her belly button, then running it around her stomach, coating it with bourbon. When I was satisfied that I had coated the head of my cock sufficiently with bourbon, I shuffled my body up over hers until I was straddling her torso. I had a firm grasp on my shaft and guided it to her lips.

"You like bourbon baby? Try it like this," I told her as I rubbed the head of my cock against her lips. Her eyes lit up before her lips parted and she eagerly sucked me into her mouth. She made sexy little noises around my cock as she sucked the taste of bourbon of it. I threw my head back and groaned as her lips and tongue drove me crazy. I leaned back, the back of my thighs pressed against her breasts, I could feel her hard nipples. She sucked my cock hungrily, her hands finding my hips and gripping tightly. Her mouth was doing wonders on me, when she suddenly pulled of my cock with a pop.

"More, Johnny. I want more bourbon, baby," she pleaded. I held up the flask and shook it, indicating there were only drops left inside. "Please," she moaned, "Whatever is left, baby, pour it on your cock. I want it."

I grinned at her idea and unscrewed the cap on the flask. As I lowered it towards my cock, she took the head back between her lips and I got the idea. I poured the last few drops onto my throbbing shaft and felt it run down and into her mouth. When she tasted the bourbon, her lips closed around my shaft again and she began bobbing up and down on my cock. The feeling was exquisite. I closed my eyes and felt her lips glide up and down my cock. Her hands had snaked around and grabbed my ass, pushing me toward her, giving her more of my cock. Soon, my hips were moving back and forth, pushing my cock deeper into her mouth. Her fingers flexed and squeezed my ass, telling me she wanted more. I obliged her.

I pushed my cock further into her mouth and felt the head enter her throat, she squeezed my ass again, letting me know this is what she wanted. I began thrusting my cock into her throat. One of her hands left my ass and moved to my shaft. She would pull it from her mouth now and then to take a deep breath, but immediately take it back in. She had always been eager when sucking my cock, but this more intense than anything I had ever felt. Maybe it was the bourbon.

Her mouth had me rapidly approaching the point of no return but there was more I wanted to do. I summoned my willpower to pull my cock from between her lips and quickly move between her legs. I knelt between her legs and grabbed my slick cock. I looked up at her and slapped the head of my cock against her pussy. "I want to fuck you, baby. You want that? You want me to fuck you?"

She surprised me by speaking. "God yes," she said, "Fuck me, baby. I want you to fuck me so bad."

I slapped the head of cock against her clit a few times and heard her groan. "Tell me you want my cock, Sarah. I want to hear it. Tell me you want my cock in your pussy baby."

"Fuck, Johnny," she groaned, "I want it baby. I want your hard cock in my pussy. I've been thinking about your hard cock all day. I need it. I need you to..."

I didn't let her finish that sentence before I pushed into her and buried my cock completely inside her with one powerful thrust. Her back arched and she screamed loud enough to rattle the windows. We were both so turned on at this point there was no need to slowly build a pace. I was thrusting fast and hard, immediately. My hands gripped her hips tightly, allowing me better leverage to drive my cock into her.

Soon she was pushing back against me. My balls were bouncing off her ass. I watched her breasts bounce as I fucked her with every bit of strength I had. She screamed for more and somehow, I gave it to her. Her pussy clutched at my driving cock and I just pounded into her harder. I was panting, the moisture on my skin was no longer just rain water. Her skin had a sheen of slickness to it as well. Her hands reached for me, clutching at me as I fucked her. She found my hips and I felt her nails dig in. I thrust harder.

Her nails dragged up my sides and I arched my back, pushing my cock deeper into her pussy. When her fingers found my nipple ring and pulled, I groaned loudly. My whole body was on the edge. I could feel myself on the verge of exploding. "Gonna cum," I managed to croak.

"YESSSSSSSSSSSSSS," she screamed, "Give it to me, baby. Give me that hot cum, Johnny."

With a roar, my cock exploded into her. I felt her pussy clench around me as I came, then suddenly she screamed as another orgasm ripped through her, flooding my cock and milking more cum from me. I gripped her hips harder and pulled her into me, feeling her pussy spasm around my twitching cock. Her fingers splayed on my chest and her nails dug in. She raked them down to my belly. I groaned and my whole body shook.

I was gasping, trying to catch my breath. Holding my cock deep inside her, feeling our mixed cum, I opened my eyes and met hers. "Fuck, Sarah," I gasped, "That was so hot, baby."

"Oh, Johnny," she said, looking right back at me, "You're so hot baby. You drive me so fucking crazy."

I smiled and my strength finally abandoned me. I collapsed onto her, my lips searching for, and eventually finding, hers. We kissed softly and lovingly, our bodies still joined completely. My hands found the back of her neck and massaged her gently. Hers slowly rubbed up and down my back. After awhile, I rolled beside her, my cock finally leaving her pussy. She rolled into me and my arms encircled her. Our breathing slowed, our mutual caresses eventually slowed to a halt and we drifted off to sleep.