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Squeaky

By: AWesTexUn



After I recently posted my first story on Literotica I received a long and very complimentary feedback telling me how much the story was enjoyed by "Squeaky". Needless to say, I was thrilled to receive it, and was flattered by a request to write a story specifically for/about the writer, although no gender was mentioned in the missive.

The name "Squeaky" intrigued me:
a soft cuddly toy which squeaks when squeezed?
a little high-pitched voice when excited?
a shy little mouse?

I immediately wanted more information about this, I hoped, female:
Is she short or tall,
anorexic like some of the characters in the silly so called TV sitcoms or so fat she can hardly walk,
blond or brunette or redheaded,
dumb as a rock or highly intelligent,
a sophisticated city career girl or an earthy rural or small town woman,
young, naive and inexperienced or older and mature,
married or attached or available?

It really does not matter. Her spirit is in her e-mail. Her essence is what attracts me.

By her name and with the tone of her e-mail, Squeaky has captured me. Although I am not a submissive by nature, I will do anything to or for her that she desires, because I want to please her. Whatever it may be that she wants, if it is within my power, she will receive it.

Squeaky,
I close my eyes and you are standing before me, dressed in a white blouse, a dark skirt and wearing sandals.

I will cradle your face in my hands, so you can look into my eyes as I open them. I want you to see my desire, my love, and my lust.

Slipping my fingers into your hair to bring your face to mine, I kiss your forehead, eyes, cheeks, nose, chin, neck, beneath your ears and nibble on your lobes, and, finally, your mouth.

My desire is to taste you, your mouth, your skin, your entire body, with my lips and my tongue. I want to listen to you breathe and to make you pant, to listen to your heartbeat and make it race.

Squeaky,
Pulling my head back so you can see me, for you to watch the anticipation on my face as I begin to slowly unbutton your blouse. Will there be a bra? Must I undo more before your breasts are exposed to my gaze? I want you to see my joy when I behold them. Be they small or large, they are beautiful, because they are yours, ours, as you proudly offer them to me.

I long to hold our breasts in my hands, to caress, to cup and gently squeeze them. I want to rub the nipples with my thumbs and the palms of my hands. I want you to feel them swell as I fondle and play.

I ache to taste them. I want to start at the bottom of the left breast, licking and tonguing, bathing it in saliva, going in circles around the shape, and slowly close in on the areola and nipple. I want to breathe through my mouth so the movement of the air will brush your flesh.

Sucking one into my mouth, I will lick the nipple with my tongue. I want to bite it gently and pull on the nipple with my teeth. I want to hear you moan. I will bite harder, if you ask, but I do not want to cause pain, only pleasure.

I repeat my actions on the other breast while my hand continues to explore the first. I want the breasts to send signals down between your legs.

Squeaky,
Lowering my head down your stomach, licking, tasting, nibbling, feeling the contractions of muscles under the skin, I reach your belly button. I hope it is sensitive to the sucking of my mouth and the stabbing of my tongue.

Squeaky,
I will pull back as I did as I removed your blouse. I, again, want you to observe me as I unfasten and lower your skirt. I want to share with you my excitement, my anticipation, at revealing your womanhood. As I slowly lower your skirt, what will I find?

Panties or no? Are you that much of an exhibitionist? If panties, what type, what color? They should be almost transparent from your wetness. I hope, and my intention is, to have you in a high state of arousal from my worshiping at our breasts.

Do you have a full bush? Trimmed? Shaved? It, also, like the breasts, is beautiful.

Squeaky,
On my knees, sitting on my heels, gazing at your/our sex, I will glance at your eyes, as I hope to make you smile, happily, at the expression of joy and desire and longing on my face.

You are gorgeous, standing before me, clad only in your sandals. I will have a lump in my throat at the vision before me. I will have trouble breathing as I memorize the view. Later, I want to play this scene over and over in my mind.

Grasping your ankles and slowly raising my hands upward, passing your calves, to your knees and to lightly scratch the backs, up your thighs, feeling your little quivers of anticipation and the flexing of your muscles, I approach my goal.

I want to run my thumbs over the junction of your thighs and your body, around and over your swollen mound. I want to feel your softness, your warmth, and, yes, your wetness, your sign of your readiness.

Slipping my hands and arms between your legs you will be forced to spread them. As they open, my hands will cup your cheeks, squeezing and massaging, as I pull you to me.

I want to bury my face in you, coating it with your wetness. I want to inhale your delightful musk. I must taste and drink of your juices.

Squeaky,
I want to move you to a chair, a couch, or preferably, to lie on your bed. I want to crawl between your legs, kissing and licking your inner thighs as I move upward. Light kisses and licks, like butterflies landing to search for your nectar.

I want to raise your knees and spread them so your open to and for me. I want to lick, suck and nibble your inner and outer lips, and to tongue your hole. I want to approach your clit with my tongue, caress it lightly, circle it, and tease it.

I want to insert a finger, then two, into you and work them in and out as I suck on your lips, pull them, lick them, then return to again tease your clit. I want to go back to your lips, lick up your entire cleft, then back to your clit.

My tongue will be sharp and pointed, or flat and broad, depending on where it travels and what it does, as it moves over your wonderful body.

I want your body to shake and quiver. I want your muscles to tense and contract, as you ache for your release. I want to suck and massage your clit, to carry you to your orgasm. I want you to have the best you have ever had.

I want to hold you pressed against me, to stroke your hair and your back, to caress your breasts, and to kiss you, as you recover. I want to feel your contractions, your muscle spasms, as you slowly calm down.

Squeaky,
All of my selfish "I wants" are meant to give you pleasure. Mine will come as you receive yours.

And, this is just the first hour.

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I hope you like this, please let me know, as it will be continued in "Squeaky's E-Mails", with a twist. Can you guess which way it will go as it's blown before the West Texas wind?

Squeaky Bed & Breakfast



My mother runs a small Bed and Breakfast out in the Lakes district. She has a large house with half a dozen bedrooms and there's only her in the old house now. Her justification for turning the old house into a Bed & Breakfast was that she needed to to make ends meet. What a laugh. I was one of the executors of my father's estate and I know what she's got squirreled away in trust funds.

Knowing she is only doing the whole B&B thing because she likes regular company in the house I was able to put my foot down when she first suggested full scale boarding with all meals provided. With my mother pushing sixty there was no way was I going to have her working all day to meet the requirements of assorted guests. Bed and Breakfast were fine and if they were staying several nights, the local township had a couple of good restaurants and the normal fast food outlets. Her guests wouldn't starve.

It was also agreed that if she ran into any problems with guests that she'd contact me or one of my siblings to help her get it sorted out. This meant I wasn't too surprised when she called me one day with a little problem. It turned out that while she was sure it was only a little problem, she didn't know what the problem was. Could I help?

Could I help to solve an unknown problem? Certainly. I'd just put on my Mr Magic costume and wave my magic wand. Problem solved. I didn't tell my mother that. I just said I'd come on over and she could tell me all about it.

I rolled up and we settled down over coffee while my mother explained.

Among her guests she had a young couple. Charming people they were. It was obvious that they weren't too long married and they were spending a week at my mother's place as a sort of second honeymoon. They'd chosen the lakes district because he liked to fish and she liked to tour around the tourist traps and visiting antique stores, hoping to find that elusive bargain.

The first evening everything had been fine. The pair had been billing and cooing and enjoying life. The next morning there was a slight change in their attitude. They had both seemed a little disgruntled. Nothing that my mother could really pinpoint, but there was an aura of dis satisfaction, and mother had this hunch that her precious B&B was being found wanting. But on the strength of one day she ignored it. The pair went out fishing and treasure hunting and seemed fine that evening.

The next day (this morning) the irritation that the pair showed was a lot more pronounced. He had been positively sulking when he left to go fishing and she hadn't bothered to go out, returning to her room. My mother had tried to get the young woman to express a complaint but she denied anything was wrong. Now, apparently, it was my turn to chat with her.

"I know you'll get to the bottom of it, darling," my mother said smiling sweetly. "You can be so charming when you want to be."

A lot of people might dispute that but I learnt long ago of the futility of arguing with my mother. I just smiled and said I'd speak with the young woman. If that didn't work I'd return this evening and have a chat with her husband.

I ambled along to Maureen's room and knocked. She answered and I saw immediately what my mother meant about her looking disgruntled.

She was a nice little blonde. Big blue eyes and stacked, breasts just standing out and begging to be touched. Looking closer (at her face, not her bust) it seemed she looked more frustrated than disgruntled. Probably one led to the other.

"I'm David, Jessica's son. My mother is worried. She feels that you and your husband aren't happy here and that she and her little B&B are to blame. She wants to know what the problem is so she can fix it. If she doesn't know what the problem is she might find other couple having the same trouble. Her place could quite easily get a bad reputation. I'm sure you can understand her concern."

Maureen bit her lip for a second before hastening to reassure me.

"Oh, no, that's silly. The place is charming and your mother had gone out of her way to make us feel welcome. It's nothing really. Tell her not to worry about it."

"I can also tell the sun not to rise," I said, with maybe a touch of acid in my voice. "Where her B&B is concerned, my mother will worry. So why don't you tell me what the nothing consists of."

There was a moment more of lip chewing and then Maureen went on.

"No really. It's nothing. . ."

I interrupted at that point.

"Ah, Maureen, you may find it advisable to tell me now. If you don't my mother will be grilling you and your husband for hours, trying to wear you down. She'll win in the end, believe me."

Maureen did some more lip chewing. I have to say it made her lip look nice and red and kissable but she was going to wear it out the way she was going. Then she sighed and gestured behind her.

"It's the bed," she muttered.

I strolled past her and considered the bed. It was my old bed from when I used to live here. It was a very comfortable bed. I could attest to that. I sat on it and bounced lightly. It felt the same as it always had.

"Ah, what's wrong with the bed?" I asked. "It seems very comfortable."

And why are you blushing, I wondered.

"Um, it squeaks," she muttered. "The squeak sort of disturbs us."

Well, yes, I could imagine it would. I'd hate to sleep on a bed that squeaked every time I moved. Funny, I didn't remember that old bed squeaking, although something was nagging at the back of my mind.

I bounced on the bed a bit more but it remained quiet. Puzzled, I looked at Maureen. She was blushing and looking elsewhere.

"Um, it doesn't seem to be squeaking now," I said. "It will be a bit hard to oil it though if I don't know where to apply the oil."

"It doesn't squeak all the time," she muttered, "just sometimes. When it does it's awfully loud and the noise seems to come from everywhere."

A light dawned. A teenager, me, practicing trampoline moves on a nice big bed. Everything had been fine until I got a nice rhythmic bounce going when I was dropping full length and bouncing back to my feet. (I got quite good at that. The bed was really springy.) However, once I got a certain speed up the bed went berserk. All the springs would seem to scream at the same time. The first time I heard it I was so startled that I'd slipped and found myself splatted against the carpet, scared that I'd broken my bed.

Subsequent to that I'd enjoy the bouncing and squeaking until my mother walked past and heard the racket. She given me a real mouthful and that was the end of my trampolining on the bed.

Now I got the problem. A young couple, happily screwing, just getting a nice rhythm going and then the bed starts wailing. Coitus interruptus time.

"Let me guess," I said dryly. "The bed protest during certain activities. You promptly stop those activities and feel frustrated. Why not just ignore the noise. It would probably be over in a few moments."

Maureen was blushing harder than ever. 

"We can't continue with that noise going on," she muttered. "Everyone would know what we were doing."

I blinked, running my eyes over her figure. Damn right they'd know what she and her husband were doing at night. 

"So what? Everyone knows what you're doing anyway. I assure you, one look at you and I knew straight away the sort of things your husband would be doing with you."

"Well, there's a difference between people guessing that we have sex at night and people listening to us do it. There's no way we can carry on. Can't you do something about the bed?

"Bit awkward to swap it around," I pointed out. "That would just make it someone else's problem. I'll tell my mother about it and she'll probably replace the bed, but that won't help you right now."

I glanced around the room. There was a nice sturdy dressing table there, complete with a very large mirror. There was also a very nice rug on the floor, with a very thick, soft, pile. The weather was currently quite warm. Maureen's scanty shorts and top attested to that.

"Maureen, you see that dressing table?"

She nodded, looking puzzled.

"Grab it with both hands and try to shake it."

No way known she would be able to budge it. The thing was heavy.

Looking rather bemused Maureen did as I suggested. She tried to shake it, even bending down a bit to put some muscle into it. The dressing table ignored her. I stepped up behind her.

"If you were to present yourself to your husband like this," I said, giving her bottom a friendly pat, "he could have your panties down and you getting some serious affection with no noise."

She squeaked and jumped erect, her hands on her bottom where I'd patted her.

"Mickey would never do that," she gasped. "He's a very straight laced sort of guy. He wouldn't dream of, well, what you said."

"What, he wouldn't pull down your panties and push you over the nearest solid object? What's his second name, Mouse?"

"It's just that he has standards," she snapped. "That's all."

He might have but she didn't. Her nipples were tight and all I'd done was pat her on the bottom. (And discussed her sex life, in a round-about manner.)

"Geez, a moron" I muttered, making sure it was just loud enough for her to hear but be able to ignore, although her flush did deepen a trifle.

"Well, might I point out that there is a very nice shag pile rug next to the bed? Why can't he just lie you down on that? It's soft and roomy and I'm sure you know what shag is a synonym for."

"What, on the floor? We couldn't. And the rug isn't long enough anyway."

"Why couldn't you? People have been doing it on the floor for thousands of years. And what do you mean it's not long enough? Just get on your hands and knees and let him rip." 

"I told you. Mickey has standards. He wouldn't be that crude."

I rolled my eyes. Crude? She had to be kidding.

"Maureen, what could be cruder than a man taking out his dick and sticking it in a woman? It's the ultimate crudeness. What the fuck does it matter where he does it as long as you're reasonably private and happy. You're complaining that the noise of the bed makes it too non-private. I offer reasonable suggestions and you say they're too crude."

I glared at her with some exasperation. 

"Well, if it has to be the bed why don't you just bend over the bed and let him take you? That should solve the noise problem. It probably only happens when the whole bed is stressed."

"You don't know that," Maureen pointed out. "Imagine how he'd feel if we started and the wailing also started and we had to stop again."

"Geez, I feel you don't want a solution. Look, I'll prove that the last suggestion is viable."

"And just how do you propose to do that?"

For answer I spun her around and propelled her over to the bed.

"Just bend over," I snapped, already tugging at her shorts.

"Wait," she squeaked. "What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm going to help you determine if you can make love on the bed the way I suggested," I replied. "All you have to do is bend over the bed. I'll drop your shorts and demonstrate. If the bed starts to squeak then you'll know you can't do it this way. If you can't, Mickey will have to overcome his scruples and bang you on the rug or the dresser, or you won't get laid." 

"But, but that means you'd have to, ah, I mean, um, oh my god. What are you doing? This is just a test isn't it?"

What I was doing was flicking open the catch on her shorts and drawing them down. Now her panties were about to follow.

"Yes it's a test, but I'll need to get you going properly to set up a nice rhythm, so I'm pulling down your panties. I can't very well prove anything while they're on, now can I?"

"Um, I guess, but if the bed starts to squeak you'll stop, right?"

"Wrong. If it starts to squeak we'll keep going to see how loud it gets. It might not be as loud as you fear. Don't worry. There's no one else around to hear it."

Now I was rubbing her pussy, just gently stroking it. Her pointy little nipples hadn't lied. She was wet and horny, even if a might confused.

"Does Mickey take your top off," I asked and she nodded. "Then perhaps you'd better do that. We want to make this seem realistic."

Mind you, what could be more realistic than me screwing her arse off?

She dithered for a second and then peeled of her top. 

"Can you undo the bra for me?" she asked and I was happy to oblige.

"OK," I said quietly. "I'm going to start slowly and after a while we'll build up some speed. Are you ready?"

Not that I was greatly concerned whether she was or not. I sure was. I lightly pressed my cock against her pussy, letting her feel it nudging her entrance. Reaching down I delicately eased her lips apart, easing my way into her.

"Oh my god. Um, you're just putting it in a little bit aren't you?" she asked.

"Not really," I replied. "I think you'll find it has to go right in to get you worked up and moving properly. Just let me know if you want me to stop."

With that I pressed slowly in, just easing my way down her passage, feeling her hot moist flesh yielding quite happily, closing around me as I passed. It wasn't all that long and I was fully inside her. 

"OK," I murmured. "We're off to a good start. From here on I'll take it slowly, gradually building up speed when we need to."

True to my word I took it slowly, pulling well back and then pushing back in nice and slow. I wondered how long she would put up with it. Not very, it turned out.

"Um, that's very nice," she said, sounding a touch hoarse, "but I think you need to go a little faster. You're not going to bounce the bed at this rate."

That seemed fair enough. I started speeding up. Arms around her I gently rubbed her breasts, massaging them in time to the pumping I was doing. She was squirming under me, her bottom pushing back firmly to meet my thrusts, quite happily taking me deep. I increased my speed a bit more.

Relatively quickly we developed a nice vigorous rhythm. The bed was shaking with the force of our movements, but silently. It really needed a full body bouncing on it to strain the springs. 

I kept on pounding away, Maureen responding beautifully. She was gasping and making appreciative little sounds. Not so little, come to think of it. Why on earth were they worried about a bed squeaking when she was almost yodelling her response? Maybe he gagged her. I was quite happy to let her sound off.

Maureen was gasping and sounding off right up to the end. It was quite an ending, too. I started driving home harder and faster, ready to blow my load. Maureen's wailing yodel just stopped dead and she started to shake. I could feel her internal muscles clamping down on me but that was fine by me. I was already letting loose.

I disengaged while Maureen was slumped over the bed then sat by her until she got herself together. When she finally seemed to be back with the world I reassured her.

"No problems," I said. "All you need to do is have Mickey bend you over the bed and it will remain quiet."

Maureen nodded, apparently satisfied. 

"That will be a relief," she said. "It sounds silly I know but it seems ages since I've had sex. I'm sure Mickey will go along with the bed idea." 

"Before you broach the bed idea, why don't you suggest the alternatives, the dressing table and the rug? You never know, he may be feeling adventurous. If not, the suggestion that you bend over the bed should come as a relief." 

She suddenly looked down at herself.

"Oh my god, I'm naked," she gasped. "Don't look at me."

She hastily scrambled into her clothes, throwing angry little glances at me when I didn't look away.

"You're not a gentleman," she hissed at me. "You had no right to look at me when I was undressed. That was only for your silly little test."

"Quite right," I said. "I apologise. I'll speak to my mother about getting the bed replaced. Until then, just make do as I showed you."

She thanked me politely, seeing me out of her room. The frustrated look had gone from her eyes. She seemed smug, happily waiting for Mickey to get home so she could finally have sex again. 

For the life of me, I can't imagine what she thought we were doing while trying out my little test.



Squeaky Clean



I met Brenda about 5 years ago on-line. We were both in a chat room discussing our favorite music. After a few weeks we went private and our conversations became steamier. 

Brenda described herself as a buxom woman in her late 20’s. She was married and her husband was a successful businessman in Seattle. Consequently they had little time together, so she ended up online a lot. 

I am 6’4” about 270, Basically a defensive tackle in a suit. I’m married also and I work for a large restaurant chain as a corporate executive in southern California. Due to the skills I learned in management school at Princeton, I was rarely pressed for time. So I filled my time online as well. 

After close to 6 months of online chat, we decided to talk on the phone. That first call was bizarre. I had built up this idea of what her voice would sound like and how she would speak, it was completely different, and strange, and fun. 

After that first call, it seems like we were on the phone daily. We often would tell each other our most private and nasty fantasies. Needless to say we had many orgasms together on the phone. It was fantastic. 

After 6 more months we decided to meet face to face. She would be traveling south to California and I would meet her at the airport. As the day approached I was nervous with anticipation. What would she think of me, how would she look, what would I say. 

When I finally saw her, I was amazed. We looked into each other’s eyes and just knew this was right. It felt like we had known each other forever, and we embraced warmly like only old lovers do. 

I grabbed her luggage and we headed out to her hotel for a day of fun. I think the nervousness was what surprised me most. The closer we got to her hotel, the more nervous we both became. We had not really discussed that we would be sexual during this visit, but I think we both anticipated we would be.

We got to here suite at the hotel, and the rooms were great, well appointed and luxurious. There was a whole fruit basket on the table of the living area, and a bottle of champagne chilling in an ice bucket. We made ourselves comfortable. 

We had always talked about taking a shower together and about how much fun that would be. So we decided to go to the master bath and do just that. It seemed almost surreal as we undressed in front of each other and headed into the bathroom. The shower was large with dual heads and completely enclosed in glass. There was also a large Jacuzzi tub. Brenda had brought candles to light the bathroom with in her luggage, and she placed them around the bathroom and lit them. As I entered the bathroom, there was Brenda, her smooth skin bathed I the light of the flickering candles. Her back was to me as she leaned inside the shower to adjust the temperature of the water flow. My cock began to rise in hardness as I watched her nude form enter the shower. I stepped in behind her and we kissed for the first time. It was one of those kisses you never forget, wet, and hot and totally involved. Our tongues played against each other as our lips locked in a smooth embrace. 

My hands slid over her back and down across her smooth ass cheeks, squeezing them with my large, strong fingers. She rubber her hands all over my back and down across my muscular butt. 

My cock, rigid and throbbing wedged itself squarely against her well-shaved pussy lips. She thrust her pelvis forward, urging my cock to press harder against her lips and clit. Slowly she slid down my body and took my silky cock head into her hot mouth. She grabbed the shaft of my dick and stroked it expertly as her tongue played across head of my cock. Her other hand slid up my strong thigh and softly enclosed around my nut sack, massaging my balls while she sucked my so well. I was in heaven. 

After a few minutes of her expert ministrations, I decided that turnabout was fair play. I pulled her up and then got down on the shower floor, the warm water cascaded over both our bodies. I lay back on the floor of the shower and she lowered her smoothly shaven pussy down onto my face. She was already soaking with juice and dripping wet. My tongue flicked her outer lips teasing her. Having none of that she pushed her box down on my mouth and began riding my face. Her wet sloppy lips rubbing up and down my face. 

I struggled to lick every inch of her steamy hole as she face fucked me. My hands clenched her ass cheeks pulling her down harder on my mouth. She squeezed her nipples roughly between her thumb and forefinger. Making them swell with redness. 

Her orgasm began to approach so I slowed the pace to prolong her enjoyment. She got up off my face and sat on the floor facing me, as I sat up as well. We slowly slid our privates together until my cock head was just barely touching her pussy. She always talked in our phone conversations how she loved to feel a cock slide up and down between her lips. So I grabbed my shaft and massaged her clit up and down with my dick. She began humping against me as I quickened the pace. 

Finally we decided that this was too much and we needed to get dried off and head to the bedroom. 

Once in the bedroom, Brenda playfully got up on the bed on all fours, wiggling her cute ass in my face. I remembered that one of her big turn-ons was to have a guy really go to town licking and tonguing her asshole. So I walked up to her grabbed her hips in my hands and planted a big sloppy wet kiss right on her tiny pink rosebud. A loud moan escaped her lips. 

I licked and sucked her ass for all I was worth, sliding my thick finger in and out of her pussy while I did it. I flicked my tongue all around and even slide it in a bit as her tight ring flexed around the girth of my licker. 

She was going wild pushing her ass back against my face and now rubbing her clit with her own hand as she began to approach her first orgasm. Not wanting to miss the feel of her pussy clenching when she came, I quickly hopped up and grabbed a rubber, slid it on my cock and buried my dick deep in her pussy in one thrust. She began coming immediately. Her cunt muscles grabbed my shaft and milked it. The feeling was amazing. Her pussy sucked at my cock bringing me so close to orgasm. I pulled out my cock and whipped off the rubber, shooting my large load all over her asshole. Glob after glob hit her ass, pussy and thighs as I shot jet upon jet of my creamy goop all over her. 

Then without skipping a beat I bent down and began licking my own jizz off of her. She continued jacking herself off and another wave of orgasm washed over her as she came again, screaming loudly and rubbing her ass all over my face. My limp cock dribbled cum on the floor as I finished cleaning her nether region. Spent we collapsed on the bed. 

To Be Continued...



Squeaky Clean



Stephanie stepped carefully into the deep tub, bubbles gently popping as she sank into the steaming water. The fragrances of the bubble bath and lit candles mixed gently, soothing and comforting in the spacious area. No need for any lights, Stephanie sank deeper into the water, letting it rise over the curve of her full breasts, closing her eyes and letting the warmth soak the tension from her body. Ten minutes, she thought, maybe 15 ... she nodded off into a light sleep, grateful for the bath pillow that would keep her face above water.

Chad pulled into the garage and carefully took his boots off, leaving the filthy pair on the outdoor mat. He noticed the house was quiet – he knew Stephanie was home, but normally she would be throwing together a dinner and the kitchen was dark. He carefully shed his clothes and left them in the laundry area – no sense tracking mud all over the house – and climbed the stairs to the master suite. A hot shower to get the rest of the day off him; was his primary thought.

As he approached the master bathroom, he could see the flickering candle light around the partially open door. The scents of vanilla and sandalwood assaulted his nose, and he inhaled deeply as he gently pushed the door open. The warm air gently caressed his naked body and his gaze rested on the beautiful woman dozing off in the filled tub.

Stephanie opened her eyes when the cool air entered via the open door. She was not surprised to see Chad standing there, streaks of mud on his arms and legs, and – nothing on the rest of him. Even the dim candlelight could not hide the twitching of his cock, as if it were trying to decide to get hard or not.

Stephanie lazily stretched her arms above her head, allowing her breasts to just peek above the diminishing bubbles, and smiled at Chad. Silently, she extended one hand in an invitation, and Chad found himself moving forward until he was seated at the edge of the tub. He briefly straddled the cool marble, then slid in, opposite Stephanie, who barely needed to move to make room for him.

Immediately, the warm water began its soothing work on Chad's tired muscles. He groaned softly as the water washed over him. Stephanie smiled in appreciation as she admired his lean body, strong and hard from the work he did all day. She moved slightly to the side so he could stretch his legs out completely, his toes coming to rest near her hips. Chad closed his eyes and sank into the water. No wonder she falls asleep in here, he thought as he drifted off ... 

Stephanie let him sleep for about 20 minutes, grateful for the custom features on the tub that allowed the water temperature to stay warm. Silently, she took a soft bath sponge from the side rack of the tub and dunked it into the water. Squirting a small amount of soap into it, she started at Chad's feet, massaging even as she washed them, cautiously running a tentative finger in between his toes. She knew that was a turn on for him, and his eyes flew open at the sensation of her slim finger sliding in between.

Instinctively, he jerked back, but Stephanie held firm, and gently moved in the water so Chad's feet now rested in her lap. His eyes narrowed a little as she began moving the soapy sponge up his body. First one leg, then the other, gently caressing every inch with a soft touch, rinsing the dirt off as she went. She used the sponge all over his body, until she was satisfied he was clean from head to toe.

Stephanie eased her body between Chad's legs, and carefully cupped his tight balls in one hand. She gently massaged them, causing a reaction in the formerly soft dick that until then, rested peacefully between his legs. It began to grow in both length and girth, a response to Stephanie's expert touch and gentle but firm massage. Chad used one foot to connect to Stephanie's pussy, and he used his big toe to seek out her clit, still hidden deep inside its folded hood.

Chad leaned forward and, keeping the ball of his foot on Stephanie's beginning-to-throb pussy, began to massage her full breasts. The nipples peaked instantly and he tugged on them gently. A sharp intake of breath indicated to him that he was doing the right thing, and he arched his foot to brush against her clit, which had emerged from its hiding place and almost demanded attention. Stephanie kept massaging and then used her other hand to begin stroking the length of Chad's erection, which was still growing and hardening.

Chad reached under Stephanie's arms and pulled her up against the length of his body. The water sloshed a little, easing the friction of their rubbing bodies, even as he claimed her lips with his for a deep, tongue-teasing kiss. Her pelvis rested on top of his erection, and they both squirmed a little in the water, teasing each other towards orgasm. Chad reached down and slipped a wet finger between Stephanie's pussy folds, finding it even wetter than the water, and hot as well.

His strength was no match for her teasing, and he roughly moved her up a few more inches. Slowly, he directed his cock to the tight cavern he knew was ready for him, and firmly planted his dick at the entrance. He grabbed her hips with his strong hands and slowly pushed his rock hard cock into her velvety wetness, not stopping until he was embedded deep inside her. He held her there for a few moments, feeling her stretch to accommodate his size, then bucked his hips against her swollen clit.

The friction of him, both inside and outside her body, started a small orgasm that rolled over Stephanie like the water they were in. She felt her body spasm gently, and wrapped her legs around Chad's, keeping him deep inside her. The sensation passed and her legs floated freely again, as Chad started a slow, deep stroke in and out of her sensitive pussy.

Loving the sensations he was awakening in her body, Stephanie wrapped her arms around Chad's back, and began gently nipping his earlobes and neck with her teeth. The tingling caused Chad to momentarily lose his concentration and rhythm. He paused with his cock half in and half out, and decided what to do next.

Carefully, he pulled completely out of Stephanie and reached over to one of the baskets on the side of the tub. He stood up then, and grabbed the tube of lubricant he knew she kept handy there. Stephanie, confused at first when he withdrew from her, laid back in the water and smiled at the sight of him – dripping wet, and rock hard. When his thick, strong fingers seemed to be having trouble opening the lid, she took it from him. She popped it open and squirted a generous amount in her mouth, then approached Chad through the water. Tossing the lube back to the basket, she opened her mouth and took the full length of his hardness deep inside her mouth, swirling her tongue to spread the gel-like substance all around him. He allowed her to suckle and play for a few minutes, enjoying the feel of his cock head hitting the back of her throat. As desperately as he wanted to fuck her mouth until he came, he wanted her to have more pleasure as well, and reluctantly, pulled out of her mouth.

Turning Stephanie so her back was to him, he sank them both into the water, and stretched out under her so she was full up against the length of him. Slowly, he repeated the motion he had earlier, grasping her hips and embedding his cock deep inside her. He grabbed her thighs in his strong hands and began nibbling her earlobe, bracing his feet against the sides of the tub for traction. Feeling her thighs pulled up and apart, opening her pelvis to his slow thrusts, Stephanie sighed with pleasure and began using her hands to play with her nipples, tugging on them slightly, and massaging her own breasts.

Chad tortured her deliberately, keeping the pace very slow and methodical, nibbling on her earlobes, neck and collarbone. He could feel Stephanie getting wetter inside and pulled his cock halfway out, deliberately finding her G-spot, and rubbing harshly against it for a few strokes. Her breathing quickened and he knew she was close to another orgasm, so he forcefully sank back inside her, stopping the pressure on the spot that would send her over the edge.

Stephanie was furious. She tried to move her body to gain the pleasure she craved, yet Chad held her firmly still. He grabbed her hands in his and placed them under her thighs and suddenly, she understood what he wanted her to do. His hands replaced hers on her full, tingling breasts, and she pulled her own legs back, opening herself to him once more.

Chad began plucking Stephanie's nipples with one hand, alternating between them, as he resumed the slow, deliberate thrusts. He used his other hand to find her throbbing clit, and brushed carefully over the sensitive nub, as he increased his rhythm. Stephanie felt completely open and vulnerable, yet also safe in Chad's sexual embrace of power. He rolled her clit between his fingers, pinched one of her nipples and sank his teeth gently into her collarbone, as he pistoned in and out of her. It sent her over the edge and he thrust deeply inside her, enjoying the feel of the tight muscles massaging his dick, as Stephanie lost control completely and sank back against Chad, allowing the full feelings to roll completely over her body.

Her orgasm lasted for what seemed an eternity, and Stephanie was very relaxed. Chad knew her sensitive pussy would need time to recover, and started to pull out of her. Stephanie realized he was still rock hard – he had not come. Slowly, she moved to a doggie style position in the tub, pulling Chad up against her, and wiggling her tight, round ass against his throbbing hard-on.

Chad could hardly believe what she was doing. Stephanie was not a big fan of anal, so for her to offer it to him was like a small lottery win. He sat back with his legs folded under him, and directed his well-lubricated cock towards her tight rose hole. He slowly pushed just the head in, feeling her muscles tighten around him, and he stopped to allow her to relax against the pressure. Slowly, she sank back against him, allowing the full length of him to slowly slide into her back passage, and stopped when he was balls deep inside this tight cavern.

They rested like that for a few moments, then Chad flexed his pelvic muscles, an inquiry to start thrusting. Stephanie pulled slightly away, then pushed back, encouraging a deliberately slow pace. Soon, Chad was repeating what he had done to her pussy, thrusting in and out slowly, withdrawing until only the head was still inside, then slowly pushing back in. Stephanie's breathing quickened and she began movements to increase Chad's tempo. She had never had an orgasm during anal but the sensations emanating from her ass through her body indicated this would be her first one. She braced her hands against the side of the tub and wiggled her very full ass against Chad, encouraging him to thrust faster.

Chad's breathing was erratic. He had been close to orgasm himself but the sound of Stephanie's breathing and her movements made all thoughts of his own pleasure fly out the window. Suddenly, he wanted her to orgasm from his thrusting into her ass, and he was helpless to do anything other than she wanted. He was soon driving his long, hard cock in and out of her ass with a quick, smooth rhythm, enjoying the feel of his balls slapping against her smooth skin, the still-warm water gently sloshing around them.

Suddenly, Stephanie arched her back and Chad felt her muscles clenching around his cock, squeezing and rippling and massaging the length of him. She gasped audibly and he buried his cock deep in her ass; then pulled out, intensifying her first ever anal orgasm. He stroked a few times until she almost collapsed from the sensations riding through her system; then eased completely back into her back passage, letting her ride it out. He held her hips securely until her spasms had ceased, softly kissing the back of her neck and stroking his hands down the top of her still-trembling thighs.

Stephanie opened her eyes, half expecting to see the world around her spinning out of control. She sighed with pleasure as Chad eased himself out of her, still caressing her body. She felt a slight popping sensation when he withdrew completely, and realized – he was still rock hard. She had been so wrapped up in her own satisfaction she had completely ignored that Chad had not come. Feeling slightly guilty, then realizing she was still aroused, she turned around and faced Chad in the water.

She took his trembling cock in one hand, and reached for a different lubricant with her other, stroking him gently to clean him off. Using his cock to guide him, she had him stand, and carefully applied the new lube to his dripping member. He had closed his eyes to enjoy her ministrations, when he realized he was getting hot – Stephanie had used a warming lube and had replaced her hands with her mouth.

She was very gentle, using her tongue to swirl gently around the head, then slowly lick up and down the length of him before pausing to take just the head into her mouth. She grazed him slightly with her teeth, not enough to cause true pain, but the sensation made his dick bob up and down in agreement. She repeated this motion several times, each time taking a little more of him further into her mouth. It was hot and wet and warm and tight all at the same time, and Chad knew he couldn't take it much longer.

Stephanie sensed he was ready and mimicked their earlier sex with her mouth – long, slow strokes that brought him closer and closer to the edge. Making sure her teeth did not cause any pain, she increased the tempo and slid him in and out of her mouth at a surprising speed, taking him all the way back in and pushing him back out just as fast. Her hands had reached around to grab his firm butt cheeks and they massaged him even as she began sucking on him on the intake.

Chad could take no more and with a long groan, deep throated himself inside Stephanie's warm, wet mouth. She had long ago learned to control her gag reflex, and had him comfortably lodged deep in her throat as she swallowed every drop he spurted into her. She kept sucking on him and refused to let him withdraw until she was certain he was completely empty, and that she had licked him clean. Only when she was satisfied and he had started to soften, did she relent and allow him to slide out of her mouth and sink back into the water ...



Squeaky Clean



The story is a work of fiction. All events, places and characters depicted in this story are fictional. All characters in the story are over 18 years of age. This story depicts graphic female masturbation and lesbian sex. If you are offended by these acts or they are illegal where you are then stop reading now. 

A special thanks to Damppanties for prodding me into writing this.

*

Ashley bumped the apartment door closed with her hip as she entered in a rush. Without looking she tossed her book bag at the kitchen table then set the armload of groceries down on the countertop. 

Before putting them away she made a quick trip into the bathroom to turn on the water in the bathtub and close the drain. It had been a long week and she wanted nothing more at that moment than to soak for a while in a hot bath before Lynn got home. 

As the tub filled she put the groceries away and poured herself a glass of white wine. Flipping idly through the mail for a minute, she quickly drank off the first glass of wine. After pouring a second glass she figured the tub would be almost full by now so she headed back to the bathroom. 

The tub was indeed full so she turned off the faucet and tested the water. Hot... perfect. Setting her wine glass on the corner of the tub she quickly removed her clothes and tossed them into the corner and turned off the light. It was still daylight outside and even with the shades pulled it was still fairly bright in the room but it was better than nothing. 

Wasting no time, she settled herself gingerly into the steaming water. She let out a contented sigh as she felt the hot water already working its magic on her tired, sore muscles. She realized that her watch was still on and glanced at as she took it off. Five thirty two, Lynn would probably be home in about forty minutes or so. 

Picking up the wine glass, she took a long sip and smiled at the warm glow of the alcohol that was beginning to spread from within her. She absently studied her knees poking up out of the water, noting how her dusky skin stood out in stark contrast to the gleaming white porcelain of the bathtub. 

The wine glass clinked softly as she set it onto the edge of the bath and slid down deeper. Her long dark hair settled into the water as she tried to submerge herself up to her shoulders. The tub wasn't large enough for her to fit completely so she had to fold her legs up a bit to manage it. Another sigh of blissful relaxation passed her lips as she laid her head back and closed her eyes. 

Floating in the hot, comforting embrace of the water her thoughts drifted back to Lynn, who for the last several months had been working nightshift down at the lab. As a result of this schedule, the two of them hardly seemed to see each other except in passing. Ashley missed the petite, dark haired Asian girl desperately. A smile spread on her lips as she thought of the weekend ahead of them. They were both off work and had three whole days to spend together. A warmth that had nothing to do with the hot water or wine started to bloom in her core at the thought of how they would spend much of the coming three days. 

After some time her legs began to feel a bit cramped and she shifted around, lifting one leg out of the water and setting it onto the edge of the tub for a moment. She heard a hollow 'plunk' and cracked one eye to look. At the far end of the tub a bright yellow rubber duck bobbed in the water. It looked back at her with a broad, dopey smile as it floated, drunkenly leaning to one side. Ashley smiled back at the ducky, remembering when Lynn had bought it for her, mostly as a joke, when they were on vacation last summer. She remembered Lynn being irritated that the duck had a tendency to roll over and float upside down. "How hard is it to design a stupid little duck?" Lynn had asked. 

Sure enough after a moment or two the little duck slowly rolled over to float upside down. Ashley was amused to note that the little duck had drifted between her legs and now that it was upside down, it appeared to be looking directly at her sex. 

"That's enough out of you, you little pervert" she said playfully, then picked up the duck and gave it a little squeeze, grinning at the 'squeak'. Setting the ducky back upright, she gave it a push and sent it down to the end of the tub. 

She lay her head back and closed her eyes again as her thoughts drifted once again back to Lynn's luscious body. The heat in her center increased as her thoughts became more graphic. Her head rolled to the side and she smiled to herself as she let her fantasies run wild. In her mind she pictured Lynn climbing into the tub with her. The slim Asian girl's tight body lowering down onto her, their lips meeting as they embraced. Lynn's fingers trailed over her body, tracing their way downward ever so slowly, finally making their way down to her needy sex. Ashley let out a sigh as she imagined Lynn's fingers gently teasing her sex, just barely touching the tip of her clit. Ashley's hips started to rock of their own volition as if trying to meet the imagined touch. 

A soft moan escaped Ashley's lips as the fantasy running through her mind became more intense. In fact, it was so vivid that she imagined she could actually feel Lynn's soft touch on her sensitive clit. As her excitement continued to build, something in her distantly realized that there was actually something touching her sex. With a start she sat up and saw the ducky bobbing upside down again directly between her spread thighs. Its little orange bill had been gently touching her clitoris, bumping her with every rock of her hips. 

"You really are a little pervert, aren't you?" Ashley said with a dreamy smile. She pushed the duck away again and closed her eyes, bringing back the mental imaged of Lynn's delicious body. 

Within moments she was back in her fantasy world with her lover. Her excitement that had been briefly interrupted by the ducky returned and quickly escalated to even higher levels. Another moan escaped her as one hand found its way to her sensitive nipple. She gave the firm little nub a hard pinch and shuddered with delight. Without conscious thought her other hand made its way slowly down her stomach and reaching for her sensitive sex...

Ashley gasped with a sudden sharp jolt of pleasure as something pushed hard into her clit. If she hadn't been so surprised she probably would have had an orgasm right then. But as it was she sat up a bit a looked down in surprise. It was the duck again. Her hand had bumped into the ducky on it way to her sex and driven the little toy's shiny orange bill directly into her clitoris. 

Ashley's body yearned with the need of the climax that was so close. Her breaths were coming quick and shallow as she looked down and grinned mischievously. "So you like it down there, huh? How about a closer look..." She took a hold of the little rubber duck and spreading her thighs as wide as she could, used it to give her clit a gentle stroke. The smooth rubber of the little ducks bill felt wonderful against her swollen clit and she moaned with bliss. With a wickedly naughty fascination she watched through the ripples in the water as she rubbed her sex with the bright yellow tub toy. She wondered if Lynn had ever imagined the ducky would be used in this fashion when she bought it. 

The though of Lynn drove Ashley back to her fantasies and closing her eyes she lay back down. Within a few minutes she was once again on the edge of climax. An intense heat raged inside her core, burning in her sex and searing her chest. With a cry of delight she felt the rapture flood through her. Her back arched and she cried out again with the intense surge of pure bliss that consumed her body. Her hand pushed the little ducky hard into her clit and another shock of hot pleasure shot through her, making her body jerk so hard she splashed water out of the tub and onto the bathroom floor. She moaned loudly and ground the little toy into herself as she rode the crest of her passions. 

After a few minutes, the waves in the tub stilled. Some time after that, the waves of rapture in her body receded as well as she floated limply in the steaming water, reveling in her afterglow. 

"That was quite the little performance," said a feminine voice from a few feet away. 

Ashley snapped her eyes open in startled shock as she jerked upright, splashing more water onto the floor. Her shock instantly turned to an intense embarrassment as she saw Lynn leaning casually against the doorframe. "Lynn! I... I was just...ah..." 

"Fucking your ducky?" Lynn interrupted with a lascivious smile. 

"What?! I... I was... no, no I wasn't... well...I wasn't..." Ashley stammered as her cheeks burned. She had never before let Lynn, or anyone else for that matter, see her masturbate. Ashley had never felt really comfortable touching herself in front of anyone, even someone she loved as much as Lynn. She had occasionally let Lynn talk her into some mild self pleasuring while they had sex, but only a little stroke here and there. Nothing like what she had just done. 

"Yes, you were." Lynn took a few steps closer. "And it was pretty damn hot." She leaned down and whispered in Ashley's ear. "Do it again. I want to watch." 

Ashley's breath caught in her throat as she felt a shock of something between embarrassment and excitement thrill though her. She could feel her ears heating with her blush. "No... I can't. Let me get out..." She started to push herself up. 

Lynn interrupted her. "Do it." Her voice was hard and her eyes glinted with desire. 

Ashley sank back into the tub and shivered with a desire of her own. She secretly loved it when Lynn became dominant with her. The petite Asian girl didn't do it very often but whenever she did it never failed to ignite Ashley's passions. She felt herself slipping into a submissive role even without making a conscious decision to. It was as if her body already knew what it really wanted. She tried to resist one more time. "I have to get out..."

"No." Lynn said sternly. "I want to watch you fuck yourself. And if you don't..." She unfastened her pants and let them slide down over her shapely hips, revealing a pair of black satin panties. "...you won't get any of this tonight." She ran a finger teasingly over the panties, caressing her sex. 

Ashley let out a soft whimper and sank deeper into the tub. She bit her bottom lip as she looked at Lynn's panties, up to the look of lust in her eyes and back down again to the finger working slowly over the black satin. She shuddered with desire and slowly, haltingly, moved the ducky back to her sex. 

Closing her eyes she gave herself a tentative, almost feathery touch at first, getting used to the feeling again. She felt the same shock of stimulation at the touch and sucked in a breath at the erotic contact. After a few strokes, she once again began to lose herself in the feelings and her self-consciousness receded a little. She still felt a deep embarrassment, even shame at what she was doing, but it didn't seem to matter to her body. Her hand quickly settled into the well-rehearsed movements and her hips started to roll with the same rhythm. A soft moan floated through the small room. 

"Harder," Lynn said. 

Ashley opened her eyes and looked up at Lynn. The petite Asian girl was standing there looking down at her with heat in her dark eyes. She had kicked her pants off completely and stood there dressed only in her white blouse and black panties. As Ashley watched, Lynn unbuttoned the top three buttons of the blouse. Ashley moaned as she watched Lynn lick her lips hungrily. An involuntary shudder forced the tub toy even harder into her clit turning her low moan to a gasp at the sharp jolt of pleasure that it caused. 

Masturbating in front of someone, even Lynn, made her feel more than a little depraved and wanton but she was surprised to realize how it also made her feel incredibly sexy and empowered. Her passions climbed even higher as she saw Lynn run a finger under her panties to stroke her own sex. Ashley let out a loud, full-throated moan and felt a flush of intense euphoria at the look of lust she saw in Lynn's eyes at her lewd display. Lynn was controlling her but she was also controlling Lynn by feeding the Asian girl's wanton need. 

Lynn moaned long and low, her finger working more ardently under her panties. "I want to watch you to cum," Lynn said, her voice thick with lust. "Cum for me."

Ashley felt her passions flare at Lynn's crude command. Her hand worked harder and faster between her thighs and her breaths came faster. She could feel herself nearing the brink of ecstasy and rushed towards it heedlessly. She wanted, needed the release. She felt the tightness in her chest and sex and knew that her release was imminent. Her free hand came up and she pinched on her nipples hard as she urgently rolled the ducky's bill over her throbbing clit, desperate for release. Finally her legs pulled up as her back arched with the tightness and she slid down further into the hot water as an intense orgasm suddenly tore through her, shocking her with its speed and intensity. She cried out with the amazing liberation of her passions even as her body seemed paralyzed, every muscle in her body locked with the intense overload of ecstasy. 

After what seemed like an eternity of blissful agony, the sensations faded and Ashley let out a long, low moan of satisfaction. She lay there floating in a hazy miasma of delight until a voice interrupted. 

"That was so unbelievably sexy." 

Ashley's eyes fluttered open to see Lynn kneeling at the side of the tub, leaning over her slightly. She moaned with longing as Lynn leaned in closer and kissed her on the lips. The kiss was a long, loving display of their affections and Ashley sighed contentedly when eventually Lynn broke away. She smiled as they looked deep into each other's eyes for a long moment. After several long heartbeats, Ashley smiled wickedly and said, "It's your turn now." 

Lynn returned the smile but never broke eye contact. Her hands came over the edge of the tub and pinched one of Ashley's nipples firmly. She rolled it slowly for a moment apparently enjoying the soft gasp of pleasure it drove form her lover. She leaned in closer and whispered in Ashley ear, "Then you better hurry up and get in the bedroom." 

Lynn stood up and peeled her blouse off, revealing her beautiful body clad only in her black panties and bra. "You got me so hot with that little display that if you take too long I may have to start without you." She started walking into the bedroom, leaving Ashley alone in the tub, a new heat rapidly building inside her. 

Just as she passed through the door Lynn turned and said with a lusty smirk, "Don't forget to bring the ducky."



Squeaky Clean Phone Sex Line



Charlie calls the phone sex line, again.

Ring, Ring....

"Hello, this is Samantha," said Rose listening. When no one answered, she spoke again. "Hello? Who's this?"

"Charles, but everyone calls me Charlie," said the caller on the other end.

"Hi Charlie," said Samantha, her real name Rose. "What can I do for you today baby?"

"I need to hear a woman's voice while I masturbate. I get more sexually excited when I hear an actual voice instead of making up a voice in my head."

"Well," she said, "what do you think of my voice?" 

"You have a nice voice. I love your voice. You have a sexy voice," he said.

"Great, now that you hear my voice and love my voice. Are you ready for me to help masturbate you?"

"Yes," said Charlie moving the phone speaker down while unzipping himself and pulling out his cock. "I only wish you were here with me. I only wish you were holding my cock in your hand while stroking me."

"I wish I were there too baby. I just heard your zipper being pulled down," she said. "Did you take out your cock?"

"I did," he said.

"Are you playing with yourself now?"

"Oh, yeah, I am," he said.

"As if I'm really there, I'm with you in spirit Charlie," she said pausing. "You sound familiar. You're called me before, haven't you?"

"I have called before and you were the one I talked to. I asked to speak with you again," he said. "You were a big help to me the last time, if you know what I mean."

"Oh, I know what you mean," she said with a dirty laugh.

"Good. I hope you can help me again," he said breathlessly.

"I thought I recognized your voice. In my line of business, customer service," she said with another dirty laugh. "It's not only good to recognize a voice but also to put that voice with whatever is your fetish and/or peccadillo," said Samantha. "I remember you now. I think I know what you want baby," she said retrieving her information card from her Rolodex.

"Yeah, I called a few months back," he said. "I can't believe you remembered me. I must have made quite an impression on you."

"Any man who sobs on the phone makes an impression on me," she said with a little laugh.

"Oh, that, yeah, well, um, my Mom had just died unexpectedly and she was much of the inspiration for my masturbation sessions with all the down blouses, down nightgowns, up skirts, and up nightgowns she gave me," he said. "I'm lost without her. I miss seeing her bra, her tits, her panties, and her pussy. I miss my mother. She understood me and would even let me masturbate in front of her while watching her dress and undress."

"I see. You sound as if you had a very special and a close relationship with your mother," said Samantha while making a face as if she had just bit into something bad and was about to be sick.

"I did. We never did anything but sometimes Mom would let me hug her when we she was topless and I was naked. She always came in the bathroom to wash my back and my cock when I was in the bathtub. So as not to get wet, she'd remove her blouse and bra. I could feel her tits bouncing and swaying against me while she washed me. I miss those moments. I felt so close to her," he said.

"Did she masturbate you when you were in the tub?"

"No, of course not. That would be incest. That would be forbidden. That would be inappropriate and wrong," he said. She was my mother and I was her son but sometimes, okay, all the times, I'd get so sexually excited while she washed my cock that I accidentally, prematurely ejaculate in the bath water as soon as she started stroking me while washing my cock," he said.

"And did she allow you to wash her too? Did you wash your mother's tits Charlie?"

"Yes. I did. She had big, beautiful breasts and her tits were always so very dirty. It took a lot of scrubbing to get them squeaky clean," he said.

"You're a good son, Charlie," she said making another sour face while knowing that everything he said was nothing more than a sexual fantasy.

"I miss her. I miss my Mom, Samantha," said Charlie.

"I'm sorry for your loss Charlie. Now tell me what you want me to say so that I may give you pleasure. I'm ready to make you happy. As if I'm there with you stroking your cock while you feel my tits and finger my nipples, I'm here to make you cum."

"That's good that you're ready for me because I'm ready for you. I'm really horny and I need for you to take care of that for me," he said fondling his cock while talking to Samantha.

"I can do that Charlie. I can make you cum. I can be your surrogate mother," she said. "I can say whatever you need me to say to give you the release that you need."

"I'd like for you to be my surrogate mother," he said. "In the way that I always did with my real Mom, I'd love to look down your blouse and peek up your skirt as I masturbate myself."

"I like it when you ogle me, Charlie," she said. "It sexually excites me when I flash you and when you leer at me while pleasuring yourself."

"Tell me what you look like again. I don't remember," he said.

"I'm tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful," she said twirling her mousy brown hair with her fingers as she crossed her short, chubby legs and while talking to him.

"How old are you?"

"You're not supposed to ask a woman her age but I'm 39-years-old," she said loping 15 years from her real age of 54-years-old.

"How much do you weigh?"

"That's another question that you're not supposed to ask a woman, Charlie, but I'm 135 pounds," she said.

"How tall are you?"

"I'm 5'9" tall," she said.

"We're the same height he said but I weigh more than you," he said.

"Do you now have a better idea of what I look like?"

"Yes," he said. "Tell me what you're wearing?"

"I'm wearing my nightgown," she said.

"In the middle of the day?"

"Yes, wearing my nightgown to work is how I make my living Charlie," she said.

"Is it low cut? Is it short? Is it sheer?"

"Yes," she said. "It's very low cut. It's plunging and my night gown is short and it's very sheer, nearly transparent."

"How short?"

"Well, when I sit, unless I want to flash you my pussy, I need to cross my legs," she said.

"My Mom always wore a low cut, short, sheer nightgown. I could see the tops of her big breasts and her long line of cleavage," he said. "When she stood in front of the open door refrigerator with the kitchen off or in front of the TV in the living room with the light off, I could see her body through her nightgown as if she was naked. Do you have big breasts?"

"I do have big breasts Charlie," she said.

"How big?"

"I have D cup breasts with big nipples," she said looking down at her A cup breasts that required her to wear a padded bra.

"My Mom had a C cup and they were very shapely and hardly sagged at all," he said. "Are your breasts shapely or saggy?"

"My breasts are very shapely," she said. "I love my big tits Charlie and if you were here, you'd love my big tits too."

"Lean over the phone so that I can imagine looking down your nightgown top. I want to see your tits. I want to see the tops of your breasts and your long line of cleavage," he said stroking himself. "I used to love staring down my mother's nightgown top. A game we used to play, she'd pretend that she wasn't flashing me when I knew she was."

"I'm leaning over the phone now Charlie," said Samantha not moving from her chair. "Can you see down my nightgown?"

"Yes but open your nightgown more. I want to see your nipples and your areolas," he said.

"I just removed my breasts from my nightgown for you to have a better look," she said.

"No! You mustn't. I don't want that. Please cover yourself. I only like seeing what I'm not supposed to see," he said. "My Mom wasn't purposely slutty and I don't want you to be purposely slutty either."

"Sorry Charlie. I put my fun bags away and am leaning over the phone again while opening my nightgown more," she said still not moving from her chair.

"Thank you. That's better," he said. "Finger your nipples through your nightgown until your nipples are erect and hard."

"Okay," she said lighting a cigarette and taking a long drag from it. "I'm fingering my nipples now. Wow, I bet you can really see them through my thin, sheer nightgown. Can you see them Charlie? My nipples are so big and just waiting for you to suck them."

"Yes, Samantha, I can see your nipples. You do have very big nipples," he said. "If I was there with you now, I'd finger your nipples before sucking your nipples. Would you like that Samantha? Would you like for me to finger your nipples before sucking your nipples?"

"I'd love for you to finger and suck my nipples baby," she said. 

"Are you clean for me? You know that I like you to be squeaky clean for me, especially if we have some backdoor play," he said. "You know how much I'd love to tap your big, round, firm, shapely ass."

"I'm squeaky clean for you Charlie. I just got out of the bathtub just before you called. I used that lavender scented soap that you love so much in all the important places. I can't wait for you to lick all of that scent off of me," said Samantha.

"God I'd love to lick your ears, your neck, your breasts, and your pussy before licking your ass while paying special attention to your ass hole," he said. "I'd stick my tongue right inside of you."

"And I'd lick you everywhere too Charlie. I'd lick your ears, your lips, your neck and your nipples before licking your balls and while paying special attention to your cock. I'd lick your cock Charlie before sucking your cock baby," said Samantha.

"Tell me what else you did to get ready for me, baby. I need to know what you did to your sexy body to prepare yourself for our sexy fun. Gimme all of the details and don't leave anything out," said Charlie.

"Earlier today I shaved my legs and my armpits. Then I trimmed my blonde pussy hair just like you asked me to do. Just like goldilocks, not too short and not too long but just right. I know you don't like my pubic hair completely shaved because it reminds you of a little girl and you want to fuck a woman and not a girl," she said.

"Yes, I can tell that you're all woman," he said.

"Then I dotted my Cashmere perfume by Donna Karan in all of the most important spots, all of my pulse points. A tiny bit on my neck, between my big breasts, behind my knees, on the inside of my thighs, and right at the bottom of my ass crack in case you decide to play back there a little tonight," she said.

"Oh, that's so hot. I can just see you trimming your pussy hairs. I hope you save some of your blonde pussy hairs to send to me," he said stroking himself slowly. 

"I did. They're already in the mail. You'll have them by tomorrow or the next day," she said rolling her eyes.

"I'm already stroking myself Samantha, so keep going. What else about your pussy? Tell me in detail all about your pussy. Is that squeaky clean too?"

"Yes, of course. My pussy is squeaky clean Charlie, squeaky clean just for you," she said sighing and rolling her eyes.

"Tell me, which nightie are you wearing? Describe it in detail so that I can imagine it and see it in my mind. Tell me everything and don't leave anything out," he said.

"I'm wearing my blue nightie," she said.

"What color blue?"

"A powder blue. It's a baby blue," she said.

"You remembered that blue is my favorite color," he said. 

"I remembered," she said reading from her card that blue is his favorite color.

"Is it low cut?"

"Yes," she said.

"Can I see the tops of your breasts and your long line of cleavage?"

"Yes, I told you already that you can," she said.

"I know but I just wanted to hear you tell me again," he said.

"My nightgown is so very low cut that not only can you see the tops of my breasts but also you can see my long line of cleavage," she said taking a sip of her coffee. "If it was any lower cut, you'd see my areolas and nipples," she said with a dirty albeit sexy laugh.

"Tell me more about what you did to get your pussy ready for me," he said.

"I took extra care to clean my pussy and I even used bubbles on my pussy hair. After drying my pussy, I put a little powder near my pussy, but not on or inside. If you decide to lick me tonight, you won't want to get a mouthful of anything other than my sweet, wet pussy," said Samantha.

"Oh yeah, baby, I'll be licking your pussy tonight Samantha. You can count on that. I'll be making you cum with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock," said Charlie. "Then after you cum, I'll lick you again while reaching up to fondle your big tits and finger your hard nipples until you cum again."

"I'd like for you to make me cum with your fingers, your tongue, and your cock Charlie," she said. "I have a special surprise for you Charlie."

"You do? I like surprises. Tell me what it is?"

"I lied. I not wearing a nightie. I'm naked," said Samantha teasing him while reading from his card that she took care to notate from the last time he called.

"No nightie? You're naked. I can't believe you're naked. Sometimes mother would dress and undress with her bedroom door open. Oh my God, how hot is that?"

"If you were here now, you'd see all of me," she said.

"Sometimes mother walked around me naked," he said groaning, moaning, and gasping while stroking himself faster and harder. "Pretending she didn't know that I was home, she liked pretending that I caught her naked and she'd tell me not to look at her naked tits, at her naked pussy, and at her naked ass but I always looked. I liked staring at my mother's naked body while masturbating myself and while she watched me masturbating." 

"Do you like that I'm naked instead of wearing a nightgown Charlie?"

"You know that I do Samantha," said Charlie.

"Tell me," she said seductively. "What would you do to me and to my tits if you were here sitting beside me now? Would you feel my tits while fingering my nipples? Would you suck my nipples?"

"God yes, Samantha. Being that you know how much I love tits, I'd be all over your big tits. I couldn't get enough of your big tits. I imagine your breasts are just as beautiful as you are," he said imagining her to be a twenty-something-year-old when she was really a 54-year-old woman. "Are you touching yourself? Are you fingering your nipples? Are you rubbing your clit?"

"Yes, I'm fingering my nipples. Now, I'm fingering my clit before sticking my finger in my pussy," she said while pretending she was. "I'm so wet for you Charlie. I'm so very wet."

"If I were there with you now, would you let me fondle your tits and suck your nipples?"

"You know that I would Charlie," she said. "I love feeling your hands all over my hot body," said Rose as Samantha looking down at her obese body.

"Would you allow me to finger my pussy and lick my ass too?"

"I like having my ass licked Charlie while you finger my pussy," she said letting out a silent but deadly fart. "Come on, baby, give me some of your hot love now. Tell me what you'd do to my naked ass," she said.

"God," groaned Charlie. "I'd love to feel your ass, grope your ass, fondle your ass, squeeze your ass, slap your ass, and spank your ass before kissing, caressing, and licking your ass."

"Tell me what you'd do to me if you were here with me right now," she said.

"If I were with you right now, I'd suck, lick, and finger your beautiful, big breasts while pinching and pulling out your nipples," said Charlie. "Tell me Samantha, may I pinch your nipples?"

"Yes, Charlie, you may pinch, pull, turn, and twist my nipples. You know how much I love you fingering my nipples," said Samantha.

"May I put my fingers inside your cunt while twirling my tongue around your ass?"

"Yes, you may Charlie. You know ass play makes me crazy, especially while you finger my pussy," said Samantha.

"You feel so soft and smell so squeaky clean. I love you Samantha," said Charlie.

"And I love you too, Charlie," said Samantha.

"You're my squeaky clean smelling angel," he said just as Samantha farted again from eating one too many cheese doodles an hour before talking to Charlie on the phone.

"You know all the right things to say to a woman, Charlie," said Samantha.

"I love that you're sitting there naked while talking to me. I'd love to trace and caress your pussy slit so that can part your clam and stick my finger into your wet cunt," said Charlie stroking himself faster.

"Sure, you may have your way with my breasts, my cunt, and my ass, but let me warn you that when I get really wet I'll want you to give me more than just your mouth and fingers. When you get me really wet, after I take you in my mouth to suck you to an erection, I'm going to want your hard, hairy cock in my warm, wet pussy Charlie," said Samantha.

"Oh, my God, what else? Tell me what else" he said stroking himself faster. "Please tell me what else and don't leave anything out," he said.

"After you make me cum, I'm going to want your hard, hairy cock in my hand before I take it in my mouth. While putting a firm hand to the back of my blonde, pretty head, I'm going to want you to hump my mouth and fuck my face," she said.

"Oh, my God, Sam, you're such a slut. You're such a whore," he said.

"I love it when you call me a slut and a whore," she said.

"Then when you cum in my mouth, I don't want you to remove your hand from the back of my head until I swallow ever drop of you," she said.

"Oh, God," he said. "I can't believe how wet you already are. I'm finger fucking you and my finger is slipping in and out so smoothly. Suck me now. Make me hard with your mouth and with your tongue. I need to stick my cock in your mouth before sticking my cock in your cunt," said Charlie.

"Do it Charlie. Fuck me. Stick your hard cock in me," said Samantha. "Fuck my cunt Charlie. Make me cum."

"Can you feel me, baby? Can you feel my cock inside of you," said Charlie stroking himself faster while Samantha silently looked at her watch and yawned. "Can you feel my cock in your cunt?"

"Oh, yes, Charlie. Yes, yes, I can feel your cock inside my cunt. I feel you, baby. Hump me faster and hump me harder," said Samantha. "Make me cum."

Charlie stroked himself faster while imagining that he was fucking Samantha.

"Oh, God, you feel so good inside of me Charlie," she said pausing. "Now tell me more about your mother," she said.

"My mother?"

"Did you ever fuck her?"

"No, but I wanted to do her," he said. "She was so beautiful. She was so sexy."

"Did she ever suck you?"

"No, but I would have love to know what it felt like to have her suck me while I fondled her tits and fingered her nipples. I would have loved to cum in her mouth," he said. "I would have loved to watch her swallow my cum."

"Tell me, how did she die?"

"I drowned her in the bathtub when she wouldn't blow me," he said. "Now she's all squeaky clean."

"Charlie, I hope you're kidding," she said. "I hope you're just having another one of your sexual fantasies."

"That's it Samantha. I'm going to cum soon," said Charlie stroking himself faster while changing the subject. "I'm going to drill you like you've never been drilled before. I'm going to fuck you until you scream for mercy. While I'm fucking you, I want you to scream my name. Will you scream my name when you cum?"

"Oh yes," she said pausing to remember his name. "Charlie. Yes. I will scream your name when I cum. Charlie...Charlie...Charlie," she said.

"Oh my God, Samantha I want you so bad," he said. "Oh, yes, that's it, Charlie. Cum for me. Cum," said Samantha. "I want even more. Give me more of your cock now. Fuck me Charlie. Fuck me. Fuck me faster and fuck me harder. Stick it in me. Fuck me deeper. Yeah, baby, that's it." 

"Oh my God, Sam. I'm cumming. Good God, fuckin' shit," said Charlie violently cumming all over his hand. "Are you cumming with me Samantha? I hope you're cumming too," he said. "I just ejaculated a shitload of cum all over my hand while thinking of my mother sucking my big prick."




Squeaky Clean Phone Sex Line



"Yes, I had an orgasm too, a silent orgasm Charlie. It was wonderful," she said while wondering how long she kept him on the phone and how much money she'd make from this one phone call. "You made me so very happy," she said looking at her watch again and yawning.

"That was unbelievable," said Charlie still stroking his cock.

"Charlie!" Suddenly his bedroom door opened and his mother was standing there gawking at his exposed, stiff prick. "What the Hell are you doing?"

"Mom! What the Hell? You didn't even knock," he said staring up at his mother who stared down at his exposed, erect prick.

"Who's that on the phone?"

"Samantha."

"Are you calling that phone sex line again?"

"No," he said.

"Liar! Give me that phone," she said ripping it from his hand. "Hello? Who is this?"

"Samantha," she said.

"Listen here you whore. My son is only 18-years-old. I don't want him calling you anymore," she said.

"Tell him not to call me," she said.

"Bitch," she said slamming down the phone.

THE END



Squeaky Outdoors



This took place a couple of months after the beginning of "Squeaky's Midnight Rendezvous." See the "Squeaky" series for the prequels.

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My mother's younger brother, Ray, his wife and their three kids, girls thirteen and nine, a boy eleven, visited us for a weeks vacation as they usually do each year. They are very nice people and everyone has always had a good time.

Squeaky and I hated it this year. It stopped our Midnight Rendezvous' as the two nieces slept with Squeaky while the nephew bunked with me. We had not missed over two days/nights in a row since we started my midnight visits. We had probably averaged five nights per week.

We were sitting in the backyard watching the youngsters play when I told Squeaky I was horny and wanted to crawl her bones. I was just about ready to do it right then and there.

Squeaky laughed at me. "You ever do it outside?"

"You know I haven't"

"Ever done it in public"

"No, and you know that too."

"Want to?"

"What? Outside or public?"

"Why not both!'

I had to grin as I shifted in my chair to hide the erection that had jumped up. "What sort of scheme is in that evil little brain of yours?"

She repeated, "Want to?"

"Hell, yes!" After a pause, "Want to what?"

"They're all leaving tomorrow. Let's tell Mom we're going to double date and go to a party. We'll go the Park at the Lake and go skinny dipping. We can swim out to the raft and make love in the moonlight! Won't that be romantic?"

I couldn't help but laugh. "A double date? Who with? AND, what are they going to do while we go swimming?"

"I'll have a date with a boy. You! You'll have a date with a girl. Me! Isn't that a double date?"

I was still laughing. "You win. I have a DATE! I just hope Mom doesn't ask too many questions."

As I pulled out of the driveway the next evening on our 'double date', Squeaky was leaning against the passenger door while facing me, sitting like a normal sister would. Except, a normal sister would not have her skirt pulled up around her waist. A normal sister would have panties on. A normal sister would not be flashing her blonde haired pussy to her brother. God, I'm glad she's not normal.

As soon as I turned the corner she was against my side, undoing my belt, unsnapping my Levi's, and downing the zipper. She fished my dick out and started a rhythmic squeezing in time with the music on the radio. Not jacking me off, she was just squeezing my erection.

My hand just naturally dropped down to her pussy. I lightly scratched the twin soft little mounds a few times, they were already swollen, as she spread her legs wider. I can play with that pussy for hours.

As if drawn by a magnet a finger slipped into her. She sighed and I felt her tighten on my finger. I pulled it out, brought it up to my nose and sniffed. "Stinky finger," I said to a giggle and sucked it into my mouth. "Umm. Tastes good."

She crammed two fingers in her pussy getting them good and wet. "Wanta eat some more?" Without waiting for a reply she rubbed the fingers under my nose, on my mouth and chin, then slipped them between my lips. She continued to wet and feed me her fingers while squeezing my dick with her other hand as I drove.

It was just getting good dark as we arrived at the Park. Looking around, I did not see any other vehicles. That would change later as this was a popular Lover's Lane, but for now, Squeaky and I had it to ourselves. "Go over there.," Squeaky pointed at a picnic area with a table at one edge of the Park. It was one of the more private spots as no one could go past us and the closest table was several yards away.

Stopping the car next to the table I reached for Squeaky. As I pulled her to me and kissed her, it was as if she was melting into me. When we finally broke the kiss we were both breathing hard. Squeaky started licking the juices remaining around my mouth. She giggled. "You sure are a messy eater!"

I growled, "I'll show you how messy I can get!" As I tried to cup her pussy she slid across the seat and jumped out of the car.

She pulled her blouse and bra off, dropped her skirt, and hopped up on the picnic table. Giggling, "Momma says your supposed to eat at the table." I proceeded to do just that. As she lay back, I started biting her pussy lips, rolling my face around her pubes and smearing her juices all over my face. I licked. I sucked. I nibbled. I tongue fucked.

She started talking, almost babbling, encouraging me, how good this feels, do that some more, faster, slower, harder, things she had never said while we were in her bed at home. I had gauged what and how to do things by watching her and feeling her bodily reactions. I enjoyed her talking. 

I slipped my arms under her legs, lifting until they were on my shoulders and I could reach her breasts to rub and massage them. Her hands were on the back of mine, urging them on. She was panting, begging me to squeeze and pinch her boobies. I slipped one hand down to her pussy and inserted a finger, then two. "Yes! Yes! Do it!" she said loudly. Fucking her with my fingers, jamming them in and out, I started rubbing her clit with my flattened tongue. She screamed, bucked and her legs clamped tight on my head.

I maintained a gentle rhythmic squeezing of a breast, her nipple pinched between my fingers, and a light steady pressure on her clit as she came down from her high. After her breathing had slowed and she relaxed, she whispered, "God, Bro, you can make a mess like that anytime you want to."

She sat up, kissed me hungrily, then pushed me back. She threw her head up and yelled at the top of her lungs, "My brother just ate my cunny! I love it!" She kissed me again. "I hate it when I have to be so quiet at home. I want to scream and shout, so everyone will know how good you make me feel!"

Laughing, "I think you just told half of the city!"

"My turn." She started stripping my clothes off. Putting all of the discarded clothes in the car, she pointed to the table. I jumped on it and she inhaled me. Pulling up and sucking only the head, running her tongue around and around it, she paused, "I want you to last a long, long time on the raft."

"Keep that up," I told her, "and I won't last long here."

"Good." She went back to her sucking while jacking with her hand and tonguing and sucking the head until I started shooting into her mouth. She continued until she could coax no more from me. Licking her lips, smiling, she softly said, "You like?" At my nod and kiss, she continued, "We're not supposed to swim on a full stomach, but let's do it anyway."

Hand in hand we walked into the water and began swimming to the raft. Stopping twice to kiss and sinking under the water, we finally made it. As Squeaky reclined on the raft the pale moonlight caressed her body, turning it into a silver statue except for the rise and fall of her breasts. Seeing the moonbeams highlighting and shadowing her curves created an aching desire in my soul.

I started licking around the bottom of her breast, going in circles, wetting it with my saliva as I breathed through my mouth, letting the passing air cool the dampened area. I circled but did not touch the areola or nipple. "Don't tease me. Lick it! Suck it!" she pleaded. I gave the other breast the same treatment.

Squeaky's fingers were in my hair, scratching, massaging my scalp. My head was bobbing up and down, following her breast as her breathing became more rapid. I raised slightly and let a dollop of spit drop on the nipple. I blew on it and watched goosebumps form on the flesh. She warned me, "I'll get you, you tease."

I sucked as much of her breast into my mouth as I could get. Sucking hard and tonguing her nipple, I slowly raised my head, pulling, stretching her with suction as I rose. I bite the nipple gently with my teeth, maintained suction, and continued pulling up, stretching the breast until it finally popped from my mouth.

As it popped out, Squeaky screamed, "My brother is sucking my booby! It feels so good!" I moved to the other one, doing the same thing, as she screamed again, "He's sucking the other one! It feels great. I love it!"

I was laughing hard as I told her. "Keep that up, and I won't be able to get it up."

She kissed me. A tender, sweet, loving kiss, but with undertones of the deep passion we both felt. Quietly, "Make love to me, now, slow, gentle, long lasting love." As I rolled over on her my dick popped into her. No fumbling, no hunting for the entrance, it was just in.

I rocked back and forth a few times, going a little deeper each time, getting more lube from her juices with each thrust, until I was finally completely buried. I stopped then, to enjoy the touch of our bodies, to bask in the wonderful sensations bathing my dick.

Holding me tightly, Squeaky whispered in my ear, "I love how you always stop now. Letting me get used to you. Letting me savor the moment. Letting me feel your love. I love how you fill me up. You feel so good in me."

I whispered back, "Ditto, Squeaky, ditto." Ditto, our secret word. It means 'I love you'. We can say it at almost any time and no one else knows what we mean. I was not about to tell her I stopped for my own pleasure, so I could relish my own feelings, of being in her, her body against mine, her breasts pressed against me. No, but I get pleasure from giving her pleasure, from sharing her pleasure, as she does mine.

We started moving together, back and forth, in and out, enjoying the friction of our movements. I was pulling out until the head of my dick was barely confined, then back into her depths, feeling her cling to me with her grip as I slipped out, feeling her stretching and squeezing me as I slid back into her.

Her thighs were rubbing mine as her legs raised and lowered in cadence, while her heels were pulling against the back of my thighs, forcing me tighter, deeper into her. If these feelings could be put in containers, other than our minds and memories, we could get rich from selling them.

Our activities on the table had taken the edge off our burning need. We were still wanting, still desirous, but the urgency was not as great as it had been. We continued our slow rocking.

I pushed up, extending my arms, separating our bodies so we could look down at our joining, watching the slow appearance and disappearance of my dick as it slowly slid out, then back into her. We were wrapped in a fog of sensations; time was suspended.

As I felt my release approaching I drove hard into her and stopped stroking. Her breasts jiggled delightfully on my hard stroke. I ground into her mound, mashing against her clit to set off a small orgasm.

After she came down, I resumed my slow stroking in and out. Three more times I repeated this, wondering how I was able to hold out.

My balls were aching with the need to explode. Quietly, Squeaky had began chanting in my ear as she rode her almost continuous orgasm, "Oh, God, Bro! Oh, God, Bro!" Suddenly I erupted. Jamming hard into her, I jerked and jerked, twisting my hips and grinding against her, as shot after shot raced into her. She convulsed, screaming, a long wail, no words, just venting her release.

I collapsed on her. Weak. Our sweat mingled and pooled as we strove to catch our breath and the night air cooled us. Tremors were washing through her body, which caused them in mine, which caused them in hers. It went on and on, until finally, we just lay there, slowly coming down, slowly losing our orgasmic glow.

We didn't speak. No words were necessary. My weight was lying on her, but I knew she was not uncomfortable. It was as if we were two halves of a whole, fitted together. I finally stirred and kissed her lightly. "That was just truly awesome," I whispered.

"Yes." Squeaky whispered back, like me not wanting to break the spell. "I'm almost glad it's not always so intense. I don't think I could stand it," she giggled, "but I'm not going to turn it down."

I suddenly realized I had seen several sets of headlights appear, then go out. We were no longer alone in the Park. Although the moonlight was faint we could still see fairly well, but did not see anyone. Most must have remained inside their cars. We could only see one car and it was at the far end of the Park. "Think we should leave? Go back to the car?" I asked.

"No," was the reply. "If anyone comes out here, they will be here for the same reason. Then we'll leave to give them some privacy. I want to lay here and enjoy this some more." I had softened while we lay there relaxing. I started hardening again. With a giggle, "Doesn't that thing ever get enough?"

"Not of you," I replied. "But I'll take it out so it won't bother you."

"Don't you dare!" Squeaky exclaimed. She started hunching up on it as I lay there. "Are you going to make me do all the work?" she asked.

"Why not? You seem to enjoy it."

"Then let me on top." She started grinding herself on me. I grabbed a breast in one hand, rubbing the nipple with my thumb and put my other thumb on her clit, rubbing it. It was only moments when she shuddered with a climax and fell on me. I kissed her forehead and held her. I was basking in her glow. "One on the table. Five under you. Another now. How many are you going to give me?"

"'Til I wear that pussy out!"

"Bet'cha cain't," came a giggle. She sat up, saying "Let's see." and started again. After two more I blew my nuts. My heaving and jerking caused another in her. I was finished, at least for quite a while. We lay there as we had before, quiet, feeling our togetherness, except this time Squeaky was laying on me.

"Reckon we ought to head home?" I finally asked.

"I don't want to, but I'm about to go to sleep. I just wish I could keep you in me." She raised up and we shared a tender loving kiss. "We must definitely do this again.," she said as she stood.

Pulling me up, "Look at me!" She was smeared, shiny, covered with cum and juices, as I was. "You're as messy a fucker as you are an eater!" I watched a big glob ooze out of her and drop to the raft.

"I wonder if anyone will smell that tomorrow?" I mused.

"I hope so!" Then Squeaky threw her head up and screamed, "My brother is the best fucker ever!" and jumped into the water giggling. She looked back up at me still standing on the raft. Looking down at her, I bellowed, "My sister has the sweetest pussy ever," and jumped in beside her. 

We swam toward the shore until we could stand. We rubbed each other clean of the stickiness, playing with one another mostly. Then, as we had entered the water, walked hand in hand to the car and dressed. I made a slow and leisurely drive home, cuddling Squeaky against me all the way.

We slipped into the house and shared one last kiss. My last thought as I dropped off to sleep, what will that vixen come up with next?

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Squeaky Sex



Lisa and I had this thing that can only be described as "Lust Torture"- you know, each having partners, but having that dangerous sexual energy connection that you know only a serious bottom-banging session for a couple hours could satiate. But short of making out, groping, numerous intense blowjobs, and a partial fuck that had me pump about 4 times into her delicious pussy, we never consummated completely.

That is, until recently.

See, Lisa is a hot saucy 30 something, with a killer body and an attitude to match. Occasionally a dancer, she kept herself always hot. I was at the beginning of my 40s, in decent shape- just your average Joe, except for my vinyl/PVC, leather and latex/rubber fetish. Nothing BDSM-wise mind you- for me it's the look, feel, smell, touch, and sounds that drive me nuts.

I had limited success getting her into my favorite fetish fashions- for some reason, nothing was right (it's all in the timing I guess). For instance, a while ago, I gave her a pair of black latex leggings, only to find out she was allergic to latex! Knowing she doesn't like real leather (animal cruelty issues), I also bought her a pair of black pleather pants as a present, and a black vinyl dress for Christmas. Although she wore the pleather for me (and had a great time grinding on my cock while wearing them once briefly), we never took it any further. I pleaded with her to wear the vinyl, but she always came up with some excuse not to wear the dress or a pair of black vinyl shorts she bought at Hot Topics at the mall.

So it was upon this dilemma that I decided to make a decision. If I could convince her to wear vinyl for me, we were going to fuck like circus monkeys in heat- that's it- no going back, because there might not be another time. If I had already felt guilty for all the other times, I was going to get my fantasy, Lisa will get my cock, and since we had mutual worries about our partners, everything would be kept quiet- and that's that.

And so, at a mutual location we chose to pick her up, she looked good as she quickly got into the car and threw her bag in the back seat. Almost instantly after getting in, she whispered: "SHIT!" and lay down on the front seat, with her head on my lap.

"My neighbor- they're good friends with my boyfriend!" she whispered into my lap, "I hope they didn't see me!"

Quickly, we were out of sight of her block and making our way back to my house.

"We're ok, and oh, by the way... as long as you're down there.." I said in a sly, sleazy voice.

"I would love to!" she replied instantly and nuzzled my ever-growing cock through my jeans.

"Nah- we better wait because if MY neighbors are outside, we'll have huge problems..." I cautioned, now worrying for the same reason.

But we lucked out because nobody was outside and I parked as close to the house as possible so she can duck right in and reduce our chances of being seen- just to be sure. We rushed to the door and she headed in first. As she walked up the steps, I reached around and quickly rubbed her pussy through her jeans. She wiggled away with a yelp.

"Now that feels nice and hot," I said in my most sexy voice.

"Hey! Hands off! Where should I change?" she asked.

"You can change in the bathroom," I gestured with my head as I sat down on the couch. "And, well, um, forget the panties will you?" I said with faint nervousness.

"Why whatever for?" she teased, slightly blushing as she grabbed the duffle bag that contained the evenings' costumes, and headed into the cramped bathroom.

As I awaited her changing, I decided to try to pull out my cock and start stroking to the sound of her dressing, the occasional vinyl-to-vinyl squeaking, then finally the door opens and there she was.

And there I am.

"Well, what.... wow, I guess I know what you think about my outfit!" she said staring right at my cock.

All I could think of at that moment was unbridled lust. She stood in the doorway, with the lighting shining her up. She was wearing 5-1/5" platform, calf-length black PVC boots, along with the black PVC dress. She was my fantasy and I lost all my composure.

"I'll make a deal with you," I declared.

"Oh yea? what's the deal?" she asked as she started across the room to me.

"If you get my cock nice and wet, we can stop all this crazy teasing, and I can put it where we'll both enjoy it the most!" 

"But you know I love it in my mouth," she almost whispered, then right next to me.

She started stroking my now solid cock. The rustling of the vinyl so near me gave me heart palpitations.

"I thought you'd also like to finally try it in your pussy," I whispered back as I reached under her to find her wet pussy and started massaging her slit.

"Mmm- I want to fuck you bad too- always have, but I think I need you in my mouth first, and NOW!" she says starting on her journey down to her knees.

After grabbing the shaft, she started by licking and suckling on the head. And when her mouth wrapped itself around my cock, it felt like a blast furnace.

Lisa started to bob up and down, making loud slurping noises, moving her hands up and down the wet shaft. And with each movement, the light bouncing off her shiny outfit, the rhythmic squeak of the vinyl of her dress drove me closer and closer.

I reached down and gently pulled her off my dick with a loud slurping pop.

"What's the matter? she asked, her saliva dripping from her lips.

"This is too much for me- I'm going to cum soon," I stammered.

"But I want you to cum in my mouth the first time," she stated matter-of-factly.

"You don't have to ask me twice!" 

And so down she went to swallow as much of my unit in one motion as possible. Within seconds, as she worked her magic, I felt myself get hard to a level I rarely felt before- not just hard and ready to shoot, but super-hard, smooth, steel-like, ready to blast. And that's what I did- one long shot, then about 2 or 3 shorter shots, but with much the same kind of intensity.

She swallowed each spurt without pulling her mouth off, gulping my cream down. After she cleaned me up we kissed, intensely. As we parted, she asked, as innocently as she could:

"Hey Spike are you ready?"

I became hard again- almost instantly, as she reached down and stroked my lubricated cock.

"What do you think?" I asked challengingly.

"I think I want you from behind," she said bending over the side of the couch and lifting the hem of her dress.

I got off the couch, and while pulling up her dress, noticed the wetness seeping around her panty less pussy. I slid a finger or two inside of her. Using her wetness and my own saliva, I smeared the concoction all over the head of my cock.

Just as I started positioning the head at the entrance to her pussy, she suddenly pushed back with tremendous force, thrusting herself on me.

Her pussy was the perfect tight, hot, and slick place for my cock, and she used her internal muscles to milk me.

"Aaaaahhhh!" she quivered as I slid all the way inside. 

I realized this was going to be some ride, so I held onto her waist, gripped her bunched vinyl skirt against her, and started pumping. The sounds and sights were amazing. We went at it for about a couple minutes until I felt that familiar delicious urge come over me.

Thrusting once, then jamming myself inside while holding her hips, my cock started to spasm and spurt about 5 long, hard jets of cum deep inside as she started to moan.

As we parted, an obscene amount of our collective juices dribbled out of her slit, some of which slid down her boots.

She stood up, walked around, and spread out on the couch and while reaching for my cock, started to stroke it.

"You keep that going, and I'll shoot again" I moaned as she continued her hand motions.

"Yea yea yea- I'm ready again!" she teased, spread her legs, and played with her sopping pussy while pinching her nipples. Her pussy was making squishy noises as she played.

I came around the couch, and while lying down between her legs, rubbed my cock up and down her slit. She grabbed my pulsing dick, and pulled me into her.

I slid all the way inside with one long, continuous stroke. The second I was buried to my balls, she wrapped her legs around me. The combination of the warmth of her legs, body, and pussy along with the squeaky noises coming from her boots rubbing together with every pump had me getting ready all too soon.

Lisa started moaning and I felt her pussy spasm as she locked her legs around me and pulled me deeply into her. She began to breath heavily, and I felt more warmth around my cock. That's all I needed, and I started my climax.

"No! - I want it in my mouth" she gasps. So with all the conviction I could muster, I pulled out of her with a slurping pop, and while swiveling around slid my cock into her mouth.

I reached around, and while she jerked me off into her mouth, I slid a couple fingers into her overheated pussy and started pumping in time with her hand.

After about 5 strokes of her hand I started to spurt. She swallowed what I had left as she moaned around my cock- clearly my fingers were getting her off as well.

She cleaned me off, and licked my fingers off as well before we lay together, catching our collective breath.

It took us a bit of time to clean up, but by the time I dropped her off, we were certainly satisfied.

Until the next time that is...



Squeaky's E-Mails



This is the subsequent happenings to my fantasy response to an e-mail I received from "Squeaky" as told in a story in Erotic Couplings.

Squeaky had responded to my first story posting asking me to write a story for/about her.

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I had rapidly written and e-mailed my story to her before I received Squeaky's second e-mail. Wow, did I miss the boat. She wanted a brother/sister story, not the man/woman relationship of my fantasy.

I immediately e-mailed an apology and a list of questions about the brother and sister so I could attempt to develop a plot to her liking.

As we corresponded back and forth, exchanging information, some things she wanted in the story sort of 'rang a bell', but I did not really spend much time thinking about them other than how to incorporate them into a story line.

Then, in a e-mail, she set a scene which had happened to me and my sister. Sure, I know that other brothers and sisters could and probably have had similar things happen to them, it wasn't that uncommon a circumstance, but it was almost uncanny in the way she described the event. By this time Squeaky and I were e-mailing each other on a daily basis. We were both sharing thoughts we had never discussed with anyone.

At home, where I was doing all of my correspondence, we have only one computer. Often I had to argue with the sister from hell that I wanted her to get off so I could use it, or she was on my case to hurry and finish what I was doing because she needed it.

Typical, I suppose, sibling rivalry. We fought more than we were nice to each other. She was a pain. Sis was always complaining about my ladyfriends. How this one was nothing but a slut and I had better be careful of what I'd catch, or that one was a liar and a braggart and only wanted to go out with me so I would take her to expensive places. She faulted all, and my stupidity in choosing them, but refused to offer any alternatives.

One night as the whole family was watching TV, I looked up and Sis was staring at me with an odd look on her face. When she realized I had caught her, she blushed and got up to go into the kitchen. I followed and asked if anything was wrong. She shook her head no, then hugged and kissed me on the cheek. She surprised me when she told me sometimes she was glad I was her brother. Ditto was all I could reply. What on earth brought that on?

The very next day Squeaky exploded a bomb in her e-mail. I was writing a scene where I physically described her and needed the information. She informed me she was 19, had short pale blond hair and bright royal blue eyes, great legs and 36C breasts, and was a virgin. I was stunned!

My sister is 19! She has short blond hair! She has blue eyes! I had never paid any attention to her legs or breasts, she is the sister from hell, so I didn't know, and didn't know about the latter either, but the age and the hair and the eyes? It can't be! No way!

I have my area in our computer password protected so no one can see what I do or follow me as I surf through the Net. My sister is setup in the same way. How can I get into her area to find out for sure?

As I logged off and told Sis she could have the 'puter, the gods must have decided to smile on me, or was it a frown? A girlfriend called my sister on the phone line. Telling the friend to hang on, I went to tell Sis about the call. As she ran to answer it, I looked at the monitor she had shut off and turned it on. My last e-mail to Squeaky was on the screen! A reply had been started!

I do not remember leaving or going to my room. I just became aware that I was laying on my bed, half on my side, half on my stomach, with a knee drawn up and both hands holding on to an erection like I had never before experienced. I knew I had been falling in love with Squeaky and her e-mails, but that was only my fantasy. Nothing would, or could, ever come of it, but I could enjoy my dreams and fantasies.

But my sister? Why would she want me, or anyone, to write a story about her and her brother? Her brother... is me! Most of the time she acts like she doesn't even like me. Is she... does she... think about me... that...?

Mom called me to supper as I was still laying there with my brain in a turmoil and still rock hard. I yelled back I wasn't hungry. Me. Not hungry? Only if the world was coming to an end, and I wasn't sure it wasn't. Mom came in later to check on me, made me take some aspirin and cold medicine and drink some juice. I tossed and turned all night and never went sound asleep. I was groggy and felt dazed when I got out of bed the next morning. Sis joined Mom in fussing over me as I told them I was alright. I guess I was staring at Sis, because she suddenly looked at me and asked, What? Nothing, was my reply.

I just lazed around home all day, cutting my classes. My brain was still whirling, feeling like it was operating faster than a 5000 megahertz computer with all of the thoughts going through it. As I wandered into Sis's room I noticed her pictures. I started looking at them; here, in shorts with a halter top and surrounded by friends; there, dancing at a party, her dressed hiked up a little and showing a lot of thigh; in one, at the lake in her bikini with a gorgeous smile.

She does have great legs as she stated in an e-mail and pretty breasts. I realized she was truly beautiful, to me at least. Other than giving me hell about my choice of girlfriends, I could not recall her ever saying anything bad about anyone, other than my choice of friends. I had never thought it before, but she is really a very nice person. Is it my fault, and my treatment of her, the reason we have fought so much? Or is it her feelings for me that she tries to fight? The same feelings that have descended on me, full blown.

I had to find out. I carefully worded an e-mail in an attempt to get Squeaky to admit she had sexual feelings and desires for her brother. Did she want to make love, have sex, and share bodies with her brother? I told Squeaky I had similar feelings for my sister, but she was not aware of them, and I was afraid to let her know. I did not get an immediate reply. I did not get a reply the next day.

I began to wonder if my sister had known she was corresponding with me, teasing me just to be perverse, and because of my e-mail decided things had gone too far. Finally, a e-mail arrived. I started to read it, then quit and printed the three page document.

I went to my room, locked the door, and lay down to read it in private. In summary, YES, Squeaky did want her brother, wanted him as her lover. She had hardly admitted this to herself, before my asking, This was definitely the first time she had communicated it to anyone else. She also was afraid to let her brother know of her desire because she was certain he did not feel the same way. Although she loved him, her brother almost hated her she claimed.

I lay awake all night. Sis was sure raising hell with my sleep lately. How can I tell Sis, Squeaky, how I now feel without freaking her out? How can I convince her I love her as she says she loves me and I want her as much as she says she wants me? I almost freaked when I realized Squeaky and Sis were one and the same. How can I approach her?

I e-mailed Squeaky that morning and asked if she was willing to try something to be with her brother. It was sort of dumb and stupid, but if the two of us would try at the same time, it might work.

That night I had a message which was only: WHAT! WHAT! WHAT! I replied that I would e-mail her at exactly 8:00PM the next night with the complete plan.

I was on the 'puter at 7:00, not really doing anything, not even surfing, just waiting for Sis to start bugging me to get off so she could get on. I was getting worried. At 7:50 She had not said anything. She finally walked by and nonchalantly asked when I was going to be through. Not long I replied, I just have one e-mail to send and you can have it. At 7:58 I started an e-mail to Squeaky, saying in the body:

Squeaky, What we need to do to let your brother and my sister know how we feel about them, how much we love them, and how much we want them, is

I got up, left the monitor on, and went to the bathroom. The bad part of my plan was from there I could not see the den. I had no way of knowing when Sis would go in and find the message. I stood by the door for five long, long minutes, listening for a scream.

I eased back to the den and stopped in the doorway. Sis was sitting before the 'puter and looking at me. "You're AWesTexUn." It was not a question but I nodded.

"How could this happen? What are the chances?" she wondered. I shrugged.

"How long have you known?" She answered herself, "When I told you what I looked like." I nodded. 

"That's when you got sick." I nodded.

She blushed and said, "I can't believe I told you all of that and admitted I was a virgin." I grinned and started to speak, but she held up a hand to hush me.

"Did you mean what you said in your e-mails to Squeaky?" she asked. "And this?" as she pointed to the monitor. I nodded.

"Now what?" she asked.

I drew in air. I had not realized I had been holding my breath. "I want to come to your room at midnight. Mom and Dad will be asleep. I want you to lay on your bed, on the covers, nude, with only your nightlight on." I paused.

"Are you going to kiss me?" she asked. I nodded.

"Are you going to suck my boobs?"

"Your breasts." I said.

"Are you going to lick my cunny?"

"I'll eat you up." I said.

"Are you going to take my virginity?"

"I will make love to you." I said.

"If I don't want you to?" she asked.

I replied, "Then I won't. I love you. I will not do anything to hurt you."

Flashing a sudden smile that brightened the den, she turned to the keyboard and typed:

Squeaky's door will never be locked!

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To be continued in "Squeaky's Midnight Rendezvous", if you desire. Please let me know.



Squeaky's Midnight Rendevous



This is the continuation of the development of my relationship with my sister started in 'Squeaky', and "Squeaky's E-mails'. Squeaky had responded to my first story posting asking me to write a story for/about her. Squeaky, I discovered, was my sister from hell.

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Wearing only a pair of shorts I lay on my bed watching the stopped clock. It was never going to reach midnight. I had showered after the news on TV, and masturbated. If I hadn't, I knew I would have such a hair trigger that the slightest touch, the least stimulation, would set me off. I, especially tonight, did not want a premature ejaculation if what I hoped to happen came true. I had dawdled in the bathroom until my Dad wanted to know if I was going to spend the night in there.

The second hand on the clock finally ticked to 11:58. The only noise in the house was the bass drumming of my heartbeat. I went down the hall to my sister's door. Squeaky is just on the other side. She said the door would not be locked. Holding my breath, I reached for the knob.

I became aware of a flickering light as the door cracked open and I slipped into the room.

Two candles were burning on either side of the bed giving off a slight fruity aroma. The light was dim and created moving, shifting shadows as the flames danced.

My nude sister was laying on her back, hands clasped on her stomach with her ankles crossed. Her eyes were luminous, glowing almost as bright as the candle flames. The candle light playing on her skin bathed it with a golden glow. If I had not fallen in love with Squeaky and her e-mails, the view before me would have achieved the same result. Never, in a picture or movie, and definitely not in real life, have I gazed on such a sensual erotic scene.

Her arms lifted and her hands beckoned to me. I moved to her, sat on the side of the bed and took her hands in mine. My throat was so tight I could not speak. Her quiet "What do you want me to do?" jolted me out of my stupor.

"Nothing.", I whispered. "Just lay here and let me look at you."

"Like you looked at Crissy and Jennifer?", she queried. Was there a trace of bitterness in her voice? 

"What do you mean?"

"When you fucked them!" There was bitterness.

"What? How do you know?"

With a catch in her voice, "I saw your silly stupid expression when you came home. I cried myself to sleep." Oh God, I thought, that answers so many questions. I HAD CREATED the sister from hell!

"I only did it twice with Crissy. All three times we were in a hurry, sneaking around. I'm sorry. I did like it, but, no, I did not look at them. I didn't even think about it. I guess I didn't want to. Not like I want to look at you. If you don't want me to... ok. If you want me to leave, I will. But... please, let me just look... just for a little while." 

"Why?"

"Because you're beautiful! I looked at your pictures, how beautiful you were, in your clothes, trying to think how you would look without them. I took the picture, the one in your bikini, and slept with it."

"You did?" I nodded. "But, I meant why NOW. Why not before?"

"I don't know. Well, until I started e-mailing Squeaky, I guess you were just my little sister, yeah, the sister from hell! I just never looked at you. I never thought of you, except as my little sister. I can remember when you were little. You thought I was the greatest big brother in the world. But lately, the last year or two, sometimes I thought you might actually hate me... the things you said... the way you talked. I just wanted to stay away from you, to have as little to do with you as possible."

"I know I have been hateful to you sometimes. I'm sorry. But you really don't know why?" I shook my head no. "I was jealous."

"JEALOUS?"

"Yes. I didn't want you going out with other girls. I didn't want you paying attention to them. I tried to get your attention. I came out of the bathroom carrying my towel so you could see me. I had boobies just like your girlfriends! I tried to let you look down my blouse. I left it unbuttoned once, for you to look, and you told me to button-up! I almost screamed at you. I made my skirt ride up. I tried to flash my panties at you. I even went without panties. But you never looked! You just ignored me!" She was almost in tears.

"Oh, God. I didn't know. When I saw you like that I was embarrassed, for you, thinking you didn't know what you were doing. How could I be so dumb?"

"You're not too dumb, Bro. It took me a while to really figure things out. To decide what I wanted, and why. That's why I wanted AWesTexUn to write about me and my brother. At least then, I could have him do the things I wanted you to do."

"But we're Brother and Sister. We shouldn't be doing this."

"I don't care. I love you. I want you. I don't care who says it's wrong. It's not. Not for me. Not for us. Not if we both want it! Do you?"

"The last week or so, since the e-mails, since I knew you were Squeaky, I have never wanted anything so bad in all of my life. I... Love You"

A slight smile had started as I spoke. It was slow and tremulous, then rapidly spread over her entire face. "I want you to look at me. But I get to also." I nodded in agreement.

I studied her face. I started with her eyes, so bright and shining. The cute little nose. The mouth remaining curved in a smile, and the lips, so sweet looking, so kissable. How could I not have seen this before? This is the sister from hell? No! Squeaky, lovely Squeaky, has replaced her.

I shifted, moving down the bed until our hips touched. I put a hand on the bed on her other side, slightly leaning over her. Her breasts were directly under my face. A faint tan line cupped and held them, like I longed to. I leaned closer, to see better the dark area crowning them. My breath washed over them. The nipples began to swell and little bumps appeared in the surrounding areola. My jaw ached from my desire to taste them.

I moved down lower, sitting beside her knee. She spread her legs until one touched my supporting hand. I raised up and she spread a little wider, opening herself to me. I moved to lay between them. Supporting myself on my elbows, I was over the junction of her legs and body. Another faint tan line circled her hips and dipped between her legs. I wanted to paint the lighter area with my tongue, to see if there was a difference in taste between the colors.

The hair was golden in the candle light, slightly darker than that on her head. Fine, soft and silky looking, it blurred but did not hide a slit between swollen twin narrow mounds at the junction of her thighs. The slit was partially open and I could see something inside, but not clearly.

A slight musky perfumery aroma tickled my nose. I inhaled deeply and stared so hard Squeaky had to feel my gaze. As I exhaled the breath ruffled the hair. I blew to stir it more and her body shivered. As I Looked up at the smile framed between her breasts, she softly said, "I liked that!" Her head and shoulders were elevated as she watched me, supported by her forearms and elbows on the bed behind and below her back.

"I know I said I only wanted to look", I whispered, "but can I touch you? I want to see more."

She simply nodded. I placed extended fingers alongside the gap between the little mounds. The skin was so warm and soft. It rolled and moved with my touch as I gently pressed down and to the side. The slit opened slightly, but not enough. I rolled to my side, slipped my hand under her left knee and lifted until her heel almost touched her buttock, then did the same to the other. As her legs opened and widened to lay almost flat on the bed, the slit gaped open.

I touched the soft, moist, crinkled and wrinkled inner lips. As I moved them I noticed an opening, a small hole at the bottom. It did not look large enough for my aching dick to go into. Would it stretch enough? With a fingertip I touched the opening and started to push it in, but stopped. Before I could say anything, Squeaky gently said, "Go ahead."

My finger slipped in, but not all the way. There was something in the way. Her hymen! My finger had been in Crissy and in Jennifer, but they had not felt as good, as wonderful. I told my sister so and was rewarded with a great big huge beaming smile.

Then she said "When we're like this, always call me Squeaky!" My heart gave a lurch. When? That means again! I, we, she wants to do this again. Again and again and again, I hope.

I said, "I love my Sis, but, I... LOVE... Squeaky." If possible, her smile got bigger.

I looked back down, at a little fleshy fold at the top of the slit. It should cover her clit. I moved it around with my fingertip, and saw a shiny spot, almost a little button. As I touched it, her body jerked and I heard a hiss. "Oh yes, touch it again." I licked my finger, that's Squeaky's taste I thought, and rubbed in a circle around the little button. Squeaky moaned, "Oh, that's good. I like that!"

I glanced at the clock. It was after 1:00! But I just came in. Only a few minutes ago! I got up and sat down by Squeaky, taking her hands in mine as I had done when I first entered. Staring into her eyes I softly told her, "Thank you. You are so beautiful. That was so great! I will never, ever, forget it!"

I released her hands and started to get up. Squeaky jerked me back down. "Where are you going?" she asked.

"I thought you were upset about Crissy and Jennifer, and me", I said.

"I am. Every time I think of it, I get so mad I could pull your head off and scrub that stupid grin off your face." She took a deep breath. "If you ever, ever, touch either one of them again, or anyone else, I'll, I'll never speak to you again!" Her chest was heaving in her anger. At my slight smile, "I mean it!"

"I know you do, Squeaky. It won't happen again, ever. You don't have to worry" I assured her.

She lay staring at me as her breath calmed. "It's my turn", she said.

"Your turn for what?", I asked.

"To look at you." She got up on her knees and forced me onto my back while stripping my shorts off. As she lay on her side, her face was right beside my dick which had softened as I studied her. I felt it lurch. It hardening before her eyes. She giggled, "It's getting bigger!"

Without asking, she gently nudged it with a finger making it move from side to side, then grasped it in her hand. Looking at me she said in an amazed tone, "It's so hard and soft! At the same time." I took her wrist pulled it up, then pushed it back down. After I turned her loose, she continued the motion, moving her hand slowly up and down. "I like the way the skin moves", she said. She pushed the skin up over the head, covering it, then pulled the skin back down to expose it. "Peek-a-boo." came with another giggle.

Some pre-cum oozed out of the hole in the head of my dick. She smeared it around the head with a finger. "It feels so smooth, so slick, sort of velvety." She touched her finger to her tongue. I heard an "umm". She asked, "If I jack-off you...", I giggled.


She looked at me, so I said, "jack you off."

"Whatever. If I do, how long while it take for it to get hard again? I've read that men usually cum real fast the first time, sometimes too fast."

"Not too long, but it would be the second time. I, uh, masturbated in the bathroom a while ago."

"Why!"

"So I wouldn't cum too fast now."

"Maybe I better not." Then she surprised me by leaning forward and kissing it. I jerked. She looked at me and grinned, "You like?" I had to nod, and she licked up the side. I jerked again. "Can't you keep still?", she asked, still grinning. She was enjoying torturing me. She was doing more to me than I had done to her. She was escalating the seriousness of our playing with each other.

"Not with you doing that!"

"I've wondered what it would taste like. Men and women like it in what I've read. Can I?"

"Oh, god, Squeaky. Do anything you want! I don't think I could stop you."

She took the head in her mouth. Her lips closing against the bottom of the sensitive crown as she rubbed the head with her tongue, then her tongue started going in circles. If I hadn't jacked-off in the bathroom I would have lost it right there. I could feel my dick pulsing in time to the hammering of my heart. As I warned her I may cum she raised her head; there was an audible 'pop' as her lips slipped off.

She was sober faced as she looked at me and asked, "Did Crissy and Jennifer do it better? It's my first time. I'll get better."

"They didn't do it", I said. "That was my first time!"

Like flipping a light switch, a smile burst on her face. She jumped up and on me. Grabbing my face in her hands she kissed me. Our first kiss! As my arms slipped around her, I touched her lips with my tongue. She sucked it into her mouth. Her leg was between mine as her hip pressed against my dick and her sex against my thigh. I could feel her nipples swollen against my chest. Her lips and mouth tasted so sweet. The kiss went on and on. I was almost floating.

Suddenly she rolled onto her back, pulling me partially on top of her. I slid my hand down to her breast, rolled, squeezed and massaged it, pinching the nipple between my fingers as she moaned into my mouth.

I let my hand drift on down to the pussy I had memorized a short time ago. I cupped the entire soft warm area and rolled it around under my palm. I lightly scratched it with all of my fingers. More moans came from deep within her throat. My middle finger slipped into the slit as I continued my light scratching. She felt slicker, wetter than before. As my finger touched her hole, her far leg jerked up and fell to the side so she was completely open.

I began fucking her with my finger, pressing on the mound with the heel of my hand. Her hips started moving against my hand. She was grunting with each movement, but we did not break the kiss. I was drowning in her mouth.

Suddenly she convulsed. Her legs snapped together and trapped my hand. Shudder after shudder rippled through her as she held me in a death grip. She buried her head tight against my neck, her breath was hoarse, rasping.

I felt her body relaxing as she came down from her orgasm. Speaking so softly I had to strain to hear her, "That was wonderful. Never, when I do it myself, does it feel like that. You did it. It was because you did it. I want one more thing, Bro!" She grasped my dick, pulling it to her, wanting it to go into her.

I rolled on top of her, between her spread legs, as a thought exploded in my brain. Protection! With all of my thinking about, all my planning for, all of my hopes for tonight, I had not thought of it.

I have heard Mom and Sis talking about periods and other female problems, but never a word about birth control pills. Everybody knows Crissy and Jennifer are on the pill, so I did not have to worry. But Squeaky is not! Why, why, why didn't I think of this earlier? "Squeaky", I choked, "I can't, we can't. I don't have any protection! I don't want to take a chance on getting you pregnant! Damn. Damn. Damn."

Squeaky giggled at my reaction, saying, "Don't worry."

"Don't worry?", I snapped. "It's not funny, damn it. Don't laugh at me. It's my fault. I'm so dumb."

Still giggling, Squeaky grabbed me and kissed me hard. "I'm safe. It's all yours and Crissy's fault, really, but I'm ok."

"What are you talking about? What do you mean"

"Two things. My period was over yesterday; I didn't spot any. Also, I got the Pill when you fucked Crissy. I was so mad at you I was going to fuck somebody, I don't know who, but someone. But I just couldn't. My virginity is too important to me to fuck just anybody. It had to be someone I cared for. It had to be you. I didn't want anyone but you." Louder, "Now do it!" 

I was almost in tears when she finished. "Squeaky, I am so sorry. I just never thought about you, this way. You were always just my little sister. I never thought about these." I caressed her breasts. "Or this." I cupped her pussy.

"But now you know?" She had a smile as I nodded. She grasped the back of my hand and brought it up to rub her breast. Still smiling, "You've played with these." I nodded. She pushed my hand down and rubbed her pussy with it. "And this." I nodded again. "Now, what are you going to do?"

I started rubbing the head of my dick around her pussy, searching, hunting for that little small hole as her smile widened. Suddenly she said "Wait!" Pushing me off her she twisted and grabbed something off the nightstand. Lubrication! I had not thought of that either. She sat up, slicked my dick up, and pulled me back onto her.

My dick went back to her pussy as if following a path and the head popped in. I heard a hiss, an intake of breath, and her arms tightened convulsively around me. I lay still, unmoving, until Squeaky relaxed and her hands began sliding up and down my back.


I nudged forward and slipped in some more to the same reaction. I did not move until she resumed stroking my back.

I slipped in some more and felt her hymen! Squeaky could feel me against it also. As she relaxed she kissed me hard; her teeth against my lips was painful, but felt good. Breaking the kiss, she took a deep breath, "I know it will hurt, but do it! Don't stop 'til you're all the way in!"

I shoved, and buried myself in her. "Ugh!", a grunt from deep within her escaped. Her arms were painfully tight in their grip. I froze. I did not even breathe as I looked at the grimace of pain on her face, at the tears pooled in her eyes. As the worst of the pain started to drain away, I told her, "Oh, Squeaky, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to, I didn't want to hurt you so bad." I was almost in tears. My erection vanished although I was still in her, our bodies still pressed together.

"It's ok. It's gone now. Just sort of a dull ache. Not too bad. I can stand it." She moved her hips a little. "I can't feel you! Did you take it out? Put it back in! Please!"

"It is in. I just lost it when I hurt you." As I spoke I felt it start to harden.

"I can feel it!" came a happy tone and a small smile. "It's growing!... You're stuffing me... I feel so full... I like it. Just... be still a minute. Let me enjoy it!"

Her smile was getting bigger as I engorged and was being echoed by mine. Her hands began dancing up and down my back. My eyes were still locked on hers, and the radiance now on her face. I don't think I had blinked since she felt her pain. "Now! Do it! Do it slow. I want to feel it!"

I slowly eased almost all of the way out, then, just as slowly, back in. "You left a hole, then filled it back up! You feel sooo good. I love you, Bro!"

"Ditto." I replied. "Every time I tell you 'ditto', it means I love you, Squeaky. It'll be our secret word." She kissed me fiercely, as I kept slowly stroking in and out. Her hips began meeting mine, matching me stroke for stroke, until hers began to pick up the pace. Both of us were enjoying the sensations of our bodies moving over each other, against each other, with each other.

Feeling a tightening in my scrotum and a tingling in my balls, I quit moving. "What's wrong?", Squeaky asked.

"I'm about to blow. You're not ready yet."

"Ok."

I started back up and at about the third stroke we were in sync again. I had to stop a second time. "You're a randy little devil", Squeaky grinned.

"If I feel half as good to you as you do to me, you know why." Sliding in and out of her with the feelings, the sensations, is one of the most pleasurable things I have ever done. But, I also love to run my hands over her. I love to have my mouth on her body. My sister, my Squeaky, just gives me pleasure.

The third time I failed to stop quick enough. I started shooting, and shooting, and shooting. With almost awe in her voice, Squeaky said, "I can feel you! You're cumming! You're cumming in me! Do it! Do it!" She was kissing me all over my face. "Oh, Bro. I'm so happy!"




Squeaky's Midnight Rendevous



"But I didn't get you... I didn't make you.."

"Oh, Bro. It doesn't matter. We did it. I feel so good. I'm just so happy."

"But you didn't..."

"No, but I still hurt a little... I was thinking of how you felt... moving in me... I was concentrating on that. Next time. It'll get better and better."

I rolled off her, staying joined although I was softening rapidly. As it slipped out of her with a little 'pop', she giggled and kissed me tenderly, lovingly. "Ditto, Squeaky, Ditto" I murmured.

"Me too" she said. She turned and scooted back against me until we were spooned. She pulled my hand up so it cupped her breast. We lay there quietly talking, about how wonderful it was to be together, sharing our feelings and the experience we just had. Then she said "I'm leaking."

"Leaking?" What was she talking about?

"Uh huh. You're oozing out of me."

I sat up and raised her leg to see a wet, sticky mess. "I'll go get a washcloth."

"There's some in the plastic bucket by the nightstand." This girl has thought of everything, protection, lube, cleaning. I felt more than just a little stupid.

Wringing one out, I started to clean her. She flinched. "Did I hurt you?", I asked.

"No. It's cold!", she giggled. I cleaned her pubic area, her thighs and her butt cheeks where the mess had spread. I cleaned her like she was an infant with dirty diapers. I spread her lips and wiped as some more oozed out. I leaned down and kissed on top of her clit.

"Umm. You better not do that." she told me.

"Why not?"

"I might not let you stop."

I tried to worm my tongue into where her clit was hidden. Her hips started squirming and her hands latched on to my head, curling into my hair, pulling me tighter to her. I slipped my tongue into her slit and touched some more of my cum oozing out.

My first thought: I must have dumped a gallon in Squeaky, with the mess we made. My second thought: That's my cum! I can't do that. My third thought: if I don't, I can never do this except before we fuck. My fourth thought: do I really want to do this? Then I answered myself by sticking my tongue into the hole where my dick had been, putting my lips around it and sucking. I sucked until fluid quit coming out. It was not that bad.

I decided I would be doing this to her whenever I could, before, after, during, whether she asked or not, because I wanted to. I was enjoying myself, her taste, her aroma, the feel of her silky smooth skin; I wanted her to enjoy it too.

I grasped a breast, squeezing, massaging, milking it. I lightly pinched the nipple, twisting and pulling on it. I started up the slit with my tongue, giving quick light little licks until I reached her clit. I started lightly circling it, just barely touching it with my tongue as her movements became more agitated and her breathing quickened. "Harder! Please rub it harder!", Squeaky begged. As I did, another climax overtook her. I could feel the spasms running through her body.

I slid up beside her, pulling her to me so we were spooned as before. I held her tightly as she relaxed. Turning her head, she kissed me lightly. "I am so glad I e-mailed AWesTexUn." We drifted into sleep.

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We continued into Midnight Rendezvous Day Two



Squeaky's Midnight Rendezvous Day 2



This is a continuation from Squeaky's Midnight Rendezvous and the two previous Squeaky stories of my relationship with my sister.

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I was disoriented when the alarm went off. I never set one, depending on Mom to get me up. My eyes popped open as I felt a stirring at my side. Looking into the smiling eyes of a tousled blond haired angel, remembrance of the night before flooded through me.

I had spent the night with my sister, sleeping in her bed with her beside me. I had studied, no, I had tried to memorize by sight, by touch, by taste, the body beside me, Squeaky's body, as she had mine. I had masturbated her, my first such experience. I had fucked her, yes, fucked, recalling a definition of fucking I had read and liked: 'fucking is making love holding nothing back, letting it all hang out, pleasing your loved one as you please yourself'. I had eaten her pussy, again my first such experience. I wanted to do it all again, right now!

The smiling eyes told me she harbored no regrets for what happened. They reflected no guilt for what we had done, although many, maybe most, would feel our actions were taboo, forbidden. I kissed her forehead. "How do you feel, Squeaky?"

"I'm a little sore, but not too bad. I can definitely feel what we did last night!" She hugged me and squirmed until she was laying half on me. Kissing my neck, she whispered, "Can we do it again tonight?"

"There's only one thing I'd like better."

"What's that?" A trace of anger was in her voice.

"Doing it now!" got me a delighted giggle. Then I asked, "What's with the alarm?"

"I set it for 30 minutes before Mom gets up, so you could get back to bed before she does, if you were still here."

God, this girl is thinking. I probably would have lain here until Mom came in to wake her up. Hoo, wouldn't that have been fun! "I'd better scoot then." I kissed her saying "Later, sister of mine, ditto." Ditto, a secret word I set up last night meaning 'I love you'. I could say that anywhere, anytime, but to say 'I love you, Sis', or 'I love you, Squeaky' in front of Mom and Dad would freak them out!

She said "Wait!" as I reached the door. Looking back, she was pointing at my shorts lying on the floor. I blushed, grabbed them, and left for my bedroom. Dumb? Yeah! What if I met Mom in the hallway while carrying my shorts?

I had barely hit my bed when I heard Mom head for the kitchen. She would be in to wake me in a few minutes, so there was no reason to try to go to sleep. If I did, I would just feel like hell when she woke me up. I also wanted to think about the night and Squeaky.

When I heard Dad leave the bathroom I went in. Adjusting the shower, I could still smell Squeaky on me. I took a deep breath in order to hold the aroma in me all day. Finishing my shower I headed for my bedroom to dress. Squeaky was waiting in the hall to go in. With a grin she jerked her robe open and flashed me! Before I could move she was in the bathroom with the door shut.

When I wandered into the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, Mom smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "You're up early this morning." I just grinned and kissed her back. Dad left to go to work as I sat down. Mom placed my breakfast on the table as Sis walked in saying "Good morning, all."

"My, My," Mom said. "Both of you up without me having to scream and shout!" I blushed and kept my head down hoping Mom would not see.

I wandered in a daze all day, thinking about the night before, anticipating the night to come. I walked by some friends without noticing them until one hollered at me.

I even went into a classroom where my class was the next day.

Mom wanted us all to watch a special and then a movie on TV. I do not remember much about the movie. Squeaky's face was superimposed on the heroine, while I was the hero, but unable to do the things I wanted due to the restrictions of the plot. I pulled a cushion onto my lap to hide my erection. I think Sis knew my problem as she grinned and stretched out on the couch, putting her feet on the cushion.

I began rubbing and massaging her feet. I did not know they were so pretty. I wanted to raise them to my mouth and lick and suck on her toes. Slipping a hand up the calf of her leg to the back of her knee, I suddenly realized what I was doing. I glanced at Mom. She was watching us with a speculative look on her face. I immediately started tickling the feet.

Sis squealed, "Stop that!" 

"Keep your feet off me, then!" I demanded. Mom was looking back at the TV with a small smile on her face.

As soon as the news came on Sis said she was going to take a bath. She and Mom were giggling as they left when Dad growled, "Don't use up all of the hot water."

I do not remember any of the news. I was thinking of the water cascading from the showerhead, flowing over and caressing Squeaky's body as I wished my hands were, wetting her pubic hair as I wished my tongue was.

After following Dad in the bathroom, I lay on my bed watching the stopped clock as I had last night. My impatience and desire finally drove me off the bed and down the hall to my sister's door. As I slipped inside candles were burning, flickering, casting a soft golden light as they had last night.

Squeaky was sitting at her dresser brushing her hair. She had on a sheer nightgown, almost a negligee, but it was open in the front. Her perky breasts were pointing at me in the mirror. As my gaze lifted to her face and her mirrored eyes she said softly, "You're early."

"I couldn't wait."

She rose from her bench and walked across the room to me with the negligee floating behind her. Her body, swaying with her movements, played a symphony in my brain. "I'm glad." she breathed as she pressed against me. It felt like every square inch of her body was touching mine, and touching it with fire. She moved, rotating her hips and rubbing my hard trapped dick between us. Our tongues were dueling, dancing and tasting as we kissed. 

The negligee dropped to the floor as I picked her up and carried her to the bed. I sat at the bottom, lifted a foot and removed her slipper. I brought her toes to my mouth, kissing, nibbling and licking each, then sucking it into my mouth. "I wanted to do this on the couch."

"I thought you were going to." Squeaky sighed. "That's sending tingles to my cunny." One hand was idly feeling it as the other rubbed and squeezed a breast and pulled on a nipple.

I started up the inside of her leg, licking, nibbling with my lips, scraping her skin with my teeth, passing her ankle, calf, knee and then her thigh. I could feel little quivers racking her body as my mouth moved upward. I could hear soft guttural moans. I bathed the crease between her thigh and body with saliva and traced the faint bikini tan line with my tongue.

While inhaling the perfumery, musky scent of her sex, my fingers played with the little puffy swollen mounds separated by her slit. The skin was so soft, so malleable, moving under my gently probing fingers.

The slit gaped open as I spread it. The colors were muted in the dim flickering candle light but glistened with her wetness. Droplets on her skin and in the fine silky hair shone like diamonds. "I love your pussy!" got me a smile.

I picked up the other foot and restarted my journey upward. When I reached the junction the second time, I wormed my tongue into the bottom of the slit searching for the hole that was the ultimate target for my dick. Squeaky brought her knees up, spreading them and opening herself to me. I slipped my hands under her, cupped her cheeks and lifted. She was completely exposed to me.

I french kissed all of the area I could cover with my mouth, tonguing her hole and licking all of the exposed flesh. I alternated broad long licks and little light butterfly touches, as I slowly worked my way up. Her breathing rate increased and developed a hoarse quality. Her moans were not quite words but they urged me on.

When my tongue touched her clit her body jerked with a hiss of sucked in breath. I liked that reaction so I did it again, then a third time. I thought, she is on the verge but I do not want to send her over yet. I am not through playing with her pussy. I love her taste, her aroma, the feel and the slickness of her flesh, and told her so.

I spread her pussy with my fingers, still amazed at how the soft skin moves and stretches. Wallowing in her opening, I wet my face from my chin to my eyes, coating myself in her juices. I started in again with little light licks and sucking on her lips.

I replaced her hands on her breasts with mine. I began squeezing, massaging, pinching and pulling the hard little nipples. I drove my tongue as far in her hole as I could go, and began fucking her with it. As I pulled on her nipples I could feel contractions on my tongue. Her pussy was trying to capture it!

I do not know how long I played with her pussy when I realized that was what I was doing, just playing and enjoying myself. I became aware she was quietly chanting a mantra, please, please, please. I knew I had played too long, for my pleasure only, and was almost torturing her in her need for release.

I hit her clit, sucking and rubbing with my tongue. She almost threw me off the bed. Her back arched, her hips jerked off the bed at least a foot, then she jack-knifed and almost doubled up. Her knee came up to hit my chin and I bit my tongue, damn, it was painful. Later we found a big blue bruise on her knee.

I crawled up the bed. My intention was to cover her body with mine. I only wanted to feel the shudders racking her body but my dick popped into her. She convulsed, driving me in to the hilt as her arms and legs wrapped tightly around me. I did not move, staying motionless as her body shuddered and jerked and her pubic area ground against me. Her pussy was milking my dick, grabbing and squeezing as if there was a hand in it. It almost pushed me over the edge. If I moved I knew I would lose it.

Squeaky finally relaxed. Her legs straightened out to lay outside and alongside mine with her ankles resting on the back of my knees. Her arms flopped out to the side. "God, Brother mine, I should be upset with you, but that was just too wonderful." Her eyes were closed and she had a faint smile as she inhaled deeply.

I raised up on my elbows but did not pull out of her. I had to ask. "Why should you be upset?"

"I should be mad at you and whoever you learned how to do that with."

"Eating you?"

"Yes."

"Last night was my first time. This is the second."

"What?" Her eyes popped open and I nodded. "Really?" came out with a big smile as I nodded again.

"God, Bro! Are you going to get better at it?"

"I hope so. I intend to keep on doing it to you."

"You better!" Her arms and legs slowly encircled me. She rotated her hips, rubbing her pubic area against mine. "When you stuck that in me I thought I would never quit cumming. It just went on and on! But you didn't?"

"No. I didn't intend to go in. I just wanted to hold you, to feel you, but it just popped in!"

"I'm glad it did, but what are you going to do with it now?" She had a grin as she continued rotating her hips.

"This." I eased out. "And this." I eased back in. I continued my slow pace, loving the friction of sliding in and out of the tight slick channel. I could feel it spread, opening and accepting me as I went in, then clasping, clinging, trying to hold me as I pulled out. It was wonderful. 

I pushed up and extended my arms so I could watch as I slowly withdrew and entered her. This took some of the urgency off me and I felt I was not so close to cumming.

Each time I fully seated she rubbed her clit against me with a little grunt, "ugh." I began a circling motion with my hips, rubbing against her as she was doing. Every third stroke I started driving hard into her and watched her breasts shake and jiggle. I loved it. With each hard stroke a small spasm rack her body.

I had to fight myself to keep my pace slow. I wanted to pound into her and speed my release, but I also wanted the sensations of slowly sliding in and out to continue. Suddenly, almost without warning, I jetted into her. I jerked and buried my self, and jerked with each shot into her.

I collapsed on her, still joined, belly to stomach, chest to breasts, my head beside hers. I inhaled the odor of her shampoo on her hair, the perfume she had applied. She smelled as good as she felt. Her stomach and hips continued to spasm as I jerked like aftershocks from an earthquake. Her hands were gliding, dancing, up and down my back.

Squeaky breathed rather than spoke. "God, Bro. You make me feel so good. You feel so good. I don't know how, but I knew it would be this way. But it's even better than I thought it would be."

"I know, Squeaky. You... this is wonderful!" I moved to get off of her.

"NO. Stay! Don't move."

"I'm not to heavy? If you're comfortable I could lay here all night. Tell me when you want me to get off."

"I'm ok. It feels as though you're part of me."

I had softened and shrunk some, but was still partially engorged. I was not as hard or large as I had been. I felt something on my dick, then it happened again. I raised up on my elbows so I could look at Squeaky. She was grinning. "I could feel muscles working awhile ago. I'm trying to find them."

"You did!"

"I can't make them work like I want, though. Sometimes I can, but not all of the time." I felt another squeeze.

"You have to keep practicing then. Tell you what. You can practice all you want, as long as I get to stay like this."

"Good deal." As she continued to work I started swelling. "I can feel you getting bigger." I could feel her relax as she quit concentrating on her muscles. She sort of shivered. "I'm leaking. I can feel it run down my bottom. You're forcing your cum out of me."

"You want to clean up?"

"NO! Stay in me. It feels good to have you in me. I like you getting bigger." She moved her hips, rubbing against me.

I began moving my hips in a circle, grinding and pressing against her. Not really pulling out or stroking, but going in a little deeper as I pressed down and out a little as I continued the circle. She grunted each time I pressed in with my hips. I realized I was riding her clit, but she seemed to like it. I could feel her stomach spasming. Each time there was a grip on my dick as she squeezed it.

We both began panting in time with our movements, though we were not moving that much. I swear I could feel my cum gathering in the bottom of my ball sack and starting the journey up and out and into her. It was more of a pulsing flow, a wave, than a series of shots or jets. I had a little heave as each wave passed through me, which was matched by Squeaky. We finally quite moving and just lay still.

I moved so I could kiss Squeaky, gently, again and again. "Each time is different. It's all so good. I don't think I'll ever get tired of this."

"You better not! But if you think you like it more than I do, you are very greatly mistaken!"

"Let me clean you up." I got off of her, but there was nothing by the nightstand.

"You were early. I didn't have time to get the bucket from the laundry room."

Returning with a bucket of warm water, wash cloths and a couple of towels, I realized I was naked as I walked down the hall. If I continue doing such dumb stunts, it is only a matter of time before Mom catches us. I wonder how upset she will be? And Dad, if she tells him?

As I sat between Squeaky's legs cleaning her and playing with that pretty blonde haired pussy, I asked about the candles. I thought the atmosphere they created was great and they were very romantic.

"That first time? When you fucked Crissy? After I cried myself to sleep, I started crying again when I woke up, wishing it had been me with you. I started to rub myself, thinking about you, wanting you to do it! I did myself four times before I quit and went to the bathroom to clean up. When I came back I could smell myself in my bedroom. That's when I started burning the candles. It hides the odor. I didn't want Mom, or anyone, to know what I was doing."

"I'm so sorry, Squeaky. I just didn't know."

"It's ok. Now! But it is hard. You can't just come out and say I wanta make love to you. Especially to your BROTHER!"

"You know that some people would say what we're doing is wrong? I don't care, it's not wrong for us. But what do you think Mom and Dad would think? I hate having to sneak around them. That's the only regret I have."

"I don't know, Bro. I don't think Mom would be too upset, but Dad? I just don't know.

"Mom does know about you and Crissy, though. I don't know about Jennifer."

"Mom knows? How? How do you know?"

"Mom saw your expression just like I did. I saw her stare at you."

"Oh, God." Mom doesn't miss much.

Suddenly Squeaky giggled. "Are you cleaning me or playing with me?"

I giggled back. "Both, I guess!" I leaned down and kissed all around the soft still swollen little mounds; then licked her from the bottom to the top of her split.

"No fair! It's my turn!" She scooted around so her head was next to my dick as I lay back. As she nudged it with a finger it started growing. "That is so beautiful."

"What?"

"Watching it get bigger!" It was nodding in time with the pulsing of my heart beat as it grew. Squeaky giggled. "It's like it's saying Hi!" She leaned forward and kissed the side of the head, then licked it. Griping it lightly, "I wish you hadn't washed it." I had when I went after the bucket.

"Why?"

"So I could taste us. I played with my cunny while you were gone. You said you liked the taste. I think I do too." She took just the head into her mouth saying, "Tell me what you like." As she licked and sucked all I could do was groan. She sucked the foreskin into her mouth and ran her tongue under it and around the sensitive crown of the head. I bucked and grabbed handfuls of the bed cover.
I could see her smile in her eyes. "I've been reading about what to do. Let's see if it was right." She quickly had me squirming all over the bed.

As I warned Squeaky I was fixing to shoot, she pulled off and started jacking me rapidly. "I want to see it." I only shot a couple of times and those not very strong. It was my third ejaculation in a short time span. She was grinning as she continued to slowly jack me until I quit flowing, started softening, and she could coax no more from me. "Neat! Tomorrow night I'm going to do this first!" I grinned in anticipation.

Looking at the mess on her hand and fingers she started licking them clean while watching me. "You like to watch this, don't you?" I had started engorging, but it did not get anywhere near as hard as it had been. I nodded as she licked up the trails on my stomach. "I like doing it!"

She took me in her mouth again, with a gentle sucking and licking, but I was almost too sensitive. "I don't think I can do it again for a while."

She crawled up on me covering my face with little pecking kisses. "There's always tomorrow. I'm looking forward to it already."

We lay holding each other until we dozed off. When I awoke and stirred, she looked at me with a smile. I kissed her and told her I was going to my bed. We had cut it a little too close with Mom that morning. "Tomorrow, no, tonight, then.", Squeaky said.

"I'll be here, and ready, Squeaky."

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