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Summer

By: Ed0613



I really like this job! 

When I first started a few weeks ago it was only a stop-gap money earner until I could find something better. Two days of training and I was named the day manager. I open every morning at 10 a.m. and work alone until the other associate comes in at noon. I go home at 6 p.m. and he closes at 8.

The selling of ladies shoes in a mall (no men's or children's) is a very strange experience. About 85 percent of the business is between 1 and 6 p.m. Often I don't ring up a sale before noon.

I had only been there about a week when she first came in. Tall, slender, blond hair cut into a pixy like bob, dark deep blue eyes, long tan legs and a figure to die for. She was wearing a backless sun dress which broke just above the knee. No stockings, and a low healed pump with a simple strap across the front. She was summer personified. I needn't tell you that at 10:15 she was more than a welcome diversion from my usual morning idleness.

She browsed around in the store for a few minutes, selected two pairs of shoes and seated herself in one of the try-on chairs with her back to the entrance. 

(Was that a halo around her head or just the lights from the mall?)

Her voice was cheerful and her smile dazzling when she said "I would like to try these on please."

I was lucky that I didn't stumble and fall in my rush to get to the fitting stool. She placed her right foot on the inclined ramp connected to the stool and I was able to undo the buckled strap in five or six minutes. When I put my hand under the calf of her leg to remove her shoe I almost moaned because of the exotic feeling of her skin. All the time that my hand was in contact with her leg it was like a continuous surge of electricity. (I did notice a small intake of breath on her part.)

I finally removed her shoe and fitted one of the pair she had selected on her foot. At the last moment the hem of her dress slid partially up her thigh and I caught a fleeting glimpse of white cotton panties. I'm not quite sure what I said, with my tongue frozen in my mouth like that, but it couldn't have been to bad, because she said "Thank you."

She didn't buy the shoes and left the store shortly thereafter. I ricocheted around the store like a ping pong ball the rest of the day.

A few days later she returned. Everything was almost the same except she was wearing a white dress and matching white shoes with a little heel. Again she selected two pairs of shoes and seated herself in the same chair, but this time I got to the fitting stool just as she sat down. She put her foot on the ramp but because of the little heel her knee was higher and the dress slid to mid-thigh right away.

She was not wearing any panties and smiling at me! I was having one hell of a time trying to decide what to look at. Her smile was devastating, filling the entire store with her summer sunshine. Between her legs and up her dress were little curls of blond hair that indicated a path to heaven. I was almost afraid to touch the calf of her leg to remove her shoe. When I did, the electricity was still there and this time I think she felt it as much as I did. As I fitted the shoe with my right hand, I let my left hand slide upwards until it was just behind her knee. I looked up to see if I would get a smile or a frown and was surprised to find she was blushing.

She stood up, mumbled something about "not quite what I wanted," smiled at me again and left the store.

I was in "butterfly mode" as I floated around the store for the rest of the day.

This morning she was back almost as soon as I opened the store. Another of the knee length light summer dresses only this time in a blue floral print. I think the white shoes were the same ones she was wearing last time. As before, she seated herself with her back to the mall entrance and I took my customary vantage point on the stool. This time when she put her foot on the ramp I believe she gave her leg a little extra shake on purpose so the dress would ride up. I certainly know that her legs were spread just a little wider and that I could see just a little bit more. 

I took the calf of her leg in my left hand, and deftly removed her shoe with my right. Rather than fitting the new shoe I just held the heel of her foot in my right hand and let other hand slide up her leg, to her knee and then to her thigh. I was sure that any moment she would snatch her foot away and stand up, but to my surprise, her head was tilted back slightly and her eyes were closed. I let my hand continue its journey of exploration. Just as my hand found the promised land, I felt the toes of her foot wiggling against my groin and my manhood which had grown to enormous proportions.

(How could she make the soft summer winds blow and the birds sing with her eyes closed like that?)

The softest of sighs escaped her lips as I touched her moisture and I pushed myself against her foot. We sat like that for quite a few minutes, my hand fondling, caressing, probing. My erection rubbing hard against her foot, not caring that there was a parade of people passing by only a few feet away in the mall.

She gave a sharp intake of breath, a little moan and I felt her shudder, her leg come stiff against my groin, then go completely limp. Her foot was no longer working its magic against my crotch. Needless to say I was more than a little horny and felt left out. She rose from the chair and tottered a few feet around the store, one shoe off and one shoe on. Shortly, she came to her senses and replaced the missing shoe. She cast me another of her "flash bulb" smiles, and left without another word.

Its 6:00 p. m and I can't wait to get home to my wife. I need sex! I hope like hell she is still wearing that same blue floral print dress that she had on this morning.

Summer



I'm sitting on my balcony, staring off into the summer sunset. It is so hot, and my Dad hasn't turned on the air-conditioning. The weather isn't that hot he kept saying but I knew tonight he'd turn it on. I lay on the white deck thinking about nothing. This was the last summer I would have at home, and I had hoped my Dad and I would spend sometime together but so far we hadn't. He was still avoiding me like the plague, he had since I'd turned 18 and I'd yet to figure out why. 

The sun had shifted and I was now covered by the shade of the huge tree that was in the back yard. I sighed, my thoughts of loneliness and college disappeared as I heard the lawn mower start up. I growled. I got up and looked over the edge of the railing. I thought about yelling at Dad to hold off on cutting the grass instead I just watched him. I kneeled, folded my arms and let my head rest on them. I watched my Dad, his shirt was off and sweat slide over his toned body. I shook my head, "What are you thinking," I asked myself. I just thought of my Dad as being toned. He really is though my brain counters. I go inside. 

When had I missed my Dad getting so sexy? The air is one. "Thank you," I exclaim. I walk downstairs, and into the kitchen I fix myself something to drink...pink lemonade I think. I just poured and drank long slow gulps. I looked outside, and saw my Dad looking hotter than every, head shake, he looks thirsty. I get the tray out, and make more lemonade; we're out of the pink stuff, and make a pitcher. I fill the pitcher with ice and grab the glass I just drank out of and a glass for my Dad. I fill them both with ice and head outside. I step on the porch and Dad sees me, I lift the tray indicating that I have something he might want. He smiles and cuts the mower. I hand him the cool, wet hand towel I'd grabbed at the last minuet for him. 

I sat the lemonade down, and poured him a glass and then poured one for myself. I handed him his glass and took the towel, I walked behind him and toweled off his back. I ran my hand over his body behind the towel removing bits of grass. What would my naked breast feel like pressed into his heated back, I wondered and then groaned. 

"Are you okay," Dad asked.

"Yeah, it's nothing," I replied. I watched my Dad drink. I watched his throat working to swallow the cool liquid. I smiled as I thought about what it would be like to kiss him there. He sat down and I thought of sitting on his lap but didn't. "Thank you for turning on the air," I said.

"Not a problem," Dad said. 

I smiled. "Dad, can we go somewhere nice for dinner tomorrow," I asked. He looked at me and I knew he was about to say no but I rushed to continue, "We haven't ate anywhere together in a while and I'll be headed off to college and I haven't even got to spend very much time with you. Please?"

He looks at me and I know he wants to say no, but he knows I'm right. He nods his head, "I'll make a reservation."

I squealed with delight. I rushed over and hugged him. I sat on his lap for a moment and held him tightly to me it takes me a moment to realize that I had his face buried in my bosom. I pulled back and gave him a soft brief kiss on his lips and then buried my head into his neck as I hugged him. My lips couldn't help but sneak out and kiss him there. "Thank you, Daddy."

I stay on his lap until he said he had to go and finish the lawn. I rushed upstairs to my room and began going through my closet looking for something to wear. I found my little black dress, it looked so high school. I decided to go and get something to wear. I told my Dad and headed out. I made a stop at Vicky's and then headed to find a new little black dress. I tried the places I usually went to and couldn't find anything that said adult. I mean I was 18, I'm an adult and I want to look like one. I finally got in the car and headed away from the mall. I decided to venture off to the adult store maybe they had something. 

I walked into the store and once inside had to produce my id. I walked through the store looking for something to wear. I found a black dress. It would be very fitting, and drape to the floor. The front had a deep v, and the back's v would sit just above my ass. I found a dressing room and slipped it on. It looked stunning. I would need double sided tape to make sure my breast didn't pop out. I ran my hands down my body. Then I remembered my short frame already looked curvy in regular clothes, I didn't know what my Dad would think. I was going to put that dress back, then go and get another one I'd seen. But I walked over and paid for it. 

I headed home. I hung the dress in my closet and tried to relax but I couldn't. My eyes kept drifting back to the gown. I was also already getting nervous. I looked at the strappy shoes I had in the closet, the ones that had the silver heart dangle hanging on them, they would look good with the gown. I smiled softly to myself as I lay down and drifted off to sleep. I awoke panting my body in the middle of an orgasm. I couldn't breath as my body continued to spasm. As I calmed down I began recalling my dream. I'd been in my room, talking with a friend and as I got off the phone my Dad came into the room. He smiled softly and began kissing me, not little girl and Daddy kisses but real deep hungry kisses. I couldn't help but fall into his arms. We kissed and tumbled around on the floor before he lifted me and put me in bed. 

My clothes were removed between tender caresses and soft lingering kisses. My father's tongue skimmed over every inch of my body. I panted, moaned and wiggled beneath my fathers knowing touch. He kissed me softly and whispered something in my dream and I couldn't understand what he said but I knew what he was going to do would feel amazing. He traveled down my body to my sweet center. I tried to close my legs suddenly realizing what he was going to do. I moaned as his strong shoulders held my legs open, he's head dipped. 

I could feel his stubble starching against my things, his heated tongue laving my pussy. I felt like he was truly tasting me, my essence clinging to his lips. I whimpered my pleasure. He teased my clit circled it mercilessly bringing me closer to my impending orgasm. In my dream I heard him call my name, groaning out the baby name he used to use. I felt him in my dream hot, hard, and all male. As I started cumming in my dream, I began to wake up. As my body and head slowed I looked around my dimly lit room. I could see that the door was open, I was almost positive that the door had been shut when I drifted off to sleep. In fact once I thought about it I was pretty positive I always closed the door as I slept naked. I got up and closed the door.

I awoke the next day, and went to find my Dad. I couldn't but there was a note saying that the date was at a nice Italian place at 8 pm. I smiled. I was excited. I went to work. I was a lifeguard this summer. I got off early, thanks to a thunder storm that moved through. I got home and jumped into the shower. I was putting in the extra effort to look good. I got out of the shower and covered every inch of my body in vanilla scented lotion. I painted my nails clear as well as my toes. I smiled softly to myself. I pulled out the bra and panty set I'd picked up and realized I couldn't wear the bra, and didn't really want to wear the panties if I couldn't wear the bra so I dug around in my drawer and found a simple black thong. 

I heard my Dad come in downstairs, I heard him come up the stairs. He came to the door of my room just as I was putting my shoes on. I heard him knock softly I hurried to my door not wanting him to just walk in. I smiled as I cracked the door and peeked around it. "Hi, Daddy," I exclaimed. 

Dad laughed at me. I smiled and giggled back. "Just checking to see if you were getting ready," he asked, "Be ready in about 30 minutes okay. We'll have to leave by then if we're going to make it on time." I nodded.

I finished getting ready. I put my makeup and did my hair in a simple up do. I slide the dress slowly over my body. I pulled it into place and taped it so my boobs would stay inside the gown. I heard Dad call from downstairs. "I'm coming," I called back. I took a deep breath and stepped out of my bedroom and down the hall. I came to the top of the stairs and could see my Dad's feet. I smiled and began coming down the stairs. I saw my Dad's jaw drop as I came into view and I couldn't help but crack a huge grin. 

"You...you can't go out like that," he muttered. 

"Its okay, Daddy," I laughed. I took his arm and started heading for the door while he numbly followed behind me. I felt gorgeous on his arm. We made it to the restaurant. While we were waiting to be seated guys everywhere kept stopping and staring at me. I began to get nervous maybe the dress didn't look as good as I thought it would or I, in general, didn't look good. I think my Dad noticed it and he took my chin in his hand and tipped my head up he kissed me softly on my lips the kiss lingering for a moment. I smiled and felt instantly better. We were seated shortly after that kiss. I let my Dad order for me. We chatted back and forth for most of dinner he would occasionally touch my arm. At one point his hand touched my thigh, it slide up and down my leg never left my upper thigh.

I smiled softly at my Dad, and he got up and went to the bathroom. I reached over and drank the glass of champagne that was sitting by my Dad's plate. He'd been letting me sip on it the whole night. I poured more, drank it and sat another glass of champagne by his plate. My father came back and looked at me funny. I just smiled as the champagne bubbles drifted to my head. Dad looked at me and looked at his glass then shook his head. We were going to order dessert but Dad changed his mind. He took my arm and led me slowly out of the restaurant. "I'm sorry, Daddy," I began, "I only wanted to try it."

Daddy just smiled. He leads me to the car and had begun to open the door for me when I grabbed him and hugged him close. "I love you, Daddy," I said. He looked at me and then moved to kiss me softly on the cheek. I moved my head and captured his lips. I kissed him slowly. My tongue sliding against his lips, he pulled away. 

"You shouldn't be doing that," he said and put me in the car. We drove in silence for a little while. 

"Daddy," I began, "why don't you love me anymore?"

My Dad stopped the car in the middle of the road it was a good thing there wasn't a lot of traffic. "What are you talking about," he asked me as though I had lost my mind. He also started to move the car off to a side road where he parked it.

I tried to make my muddled brain work, "Since I turned 18 you haven't wanted anything to do with me." It was a simple statement that made my Dad make the quiz face, the one where his left eye brow raises and his whole face kind of scrunches up. "I'm sorry if I did something wrong, or that I look so much like Mom," I said the only thing my brain could come up with the make the situation better.

My Dad took my hand and brought my face inches from his, "I love you more than anything in the world and you haven't done anything wrong and I'm not upset that you look so much like your mother. I'm having my own problems that I need to work through. Is that why you drank so much tonight?"

I shake my head indicating this isn't why I drank the champagne tonight. "I drank tonight so I would have enough courage to do this," I said. I swung my leg over the gap between the seats and settled myself on my Dad's lap. I frame his face in my hands and lower my head and kiss him. He is shocked and so my tongue slips inside his mouth. I swirl my tongue around his mouth feeling his teeth and tasting him. I moan and press my body into his. In my mind I'm thinking please respond. I feel his hands sliding up my thigh over my round ass and to the gap of skin exposed by the dress. I moan as I feel his fingers digging into my soft conditioned skin. His hands move around to my waist where they encounter more of my heated flesh. I hear him groan and I whimper in response. I can feel him pushing me away. I cling tighter to him. 

His hands continue to skim up my body so they're right under my breast. He pushes me away and shakes his head, "No," he says.

"Please, Daddy," I whimper. I try and pull him forward or at least pull myself to him. 

He shakes his head but I can feel him weakening, I move his hands lower towards my hips. And then I lean forward again; I pepper his face with soft kisses. My hands remain on his for a little bit and then I move one up to his face moving it along his neck and jaw where the thumb brushes back and forth over his bottom lip and then I begin kissing him again. I then skim my tongue along towards his ear where I nibble on his ear. I kiss his neck, I moan. I can remember wanted to do that earlier. I can feel his free hand skim up my body to just under my breast; it's only a moment before I can feel his thumb teasing my nipple. 

I sigh into his ear. I let go of his other hand. It follows the same path his other hand did but this time it slides to the middle of my body teasing my exposed skin and then it slides under the fabric and up to my breast. I pant, I know its coming. He's heated hand caresses my naked breast. I arch my back pressing it into his palm. I tip my head back and bite my bottom lip. His tongue samples the delicate skin between my breasts. He pushes the dress to the side exposing the breast that his hand is wrapped around. I feel his stubble as his mouth makes its way to my nipple. I suck in air as his heated mouth closes over the dusty rose bead. He sucks on it gently as my fingers lace through his hair. I groan. My breath comes in short little gasps. I want to much more. My long dress prevents this. I groan and think of tearing the dress. My Dad understands this. He pushes me away. I growl my frustration at this. 

"Let's get home," he says as he puts me in my seat. I'm positive that we're done, and that I won't be spending ANY time with my father this summer. "I want that dress off of you," he says. I squeal and begin to remove the dress. "No, not here. I want to take it off at home," he says.

I wait in silent anticipation until we pull in the drive way. Dad kisses me before he gets out of the car and leads me into the house. I know he wanted to do something outside but fear of the neighbors seeing us kept both of us from doing anything. Once inside the house he leads me upstairs to his bed room where he begins kissing me again. His hands run over my body staying at first on the thin material of the gown before moving his hands to the exposed skin. He moves the fabric in front exposing my breast. He teases my nipples he bends me back to expose them and taste my beaded nipples. I moan and press his head to me. He suddenly turns me around and begins kissing my back. He licks my spine and kisses the base of my neck. 

I see my reflection in the mirror on my Dad's closet door. I whimper, and I see my Dad smile at me in our reflection. He looked different, he looked hungry. He lowers the material that held my dress up off my shoulders. His hands skim up and down my arms and then he guides the dress off the lower half of my body. He leads me away from the mirror towards his bed. He pulls me towards him as he sits down. He strokes every inch of my skin. I climb on his lap and straddle him. He undoes my hair, letting it hang long and loose around us like a curtain. I kiss him. He moves me farther on the bed, and then rolls us over. He's on top of me pressing against me. 

He strokes my hair that's now spread out like a curtain behind me. "You're so beautiful," he whispers as he rains kisses on my face. He begins to scoot down my body, licking and nibbling as he does. He lingers on my breast, playing with the dusty pink buds that stick out like little thorns; they're so hard they hurt. He massages my breast gently, easing the tenderness cause my excited anticipation. He kisses between them and heads lower his tongue plays inside my belly button for a bit and I know what's coming. My heart begins to pound. I whimper softly. "Are you alright," he asks. I nod as I bite my lower lip. 

He inches down just a bit more and I can feel his heated breath stirring the hair that rest there, protecting me, and hiding me. I want to melt into the bed. But Daddy opens my legs farther, wedging them open with his broad shoulders. I'm so hot and wet I can feel my lips begin to open as he does this. I feel him blow softly against me now and I close my eyes. As I open them I can see that Daddy's canopy has a mirror in the top. I groan I'm watching him now. He parts me slowly with his thumbs, opening me up. He tells me he wants to see me in the light this time. My brain is confused. I whimper. I want to look away but I can't. His head dips. I see his tongue come out and graze his lips, and then it flicks my clit. I groan my back arches. It feels like electricity is shooting through my veins. I pant softly, and then feel him again. His whole tongue slides along my parted lips. That tongue doesn't just lick, it teases. It plays along the outside before it dips in and gathers the honey clinging to me. I can't take my eyes away. My Daddy's eyes are closed and alternately opened as he gazes at me. He sees me all of me. 

"You taste better than I remember," he murmurs against me. I'm still confused. The things he saying, the glorious things he doing to me, the way my body feels as if I'm floating. Daddy is taking his time, truly enjoying me, savoring my taste that clings to his lips like fresh honey. Then he is pressing his tongue against me sex harder. He's sucking on my clit. My hips are moving now pressing up against him and then pulling away. I want him so bad. 

I whimper and call out his name. Pleading with him to give me what I want, but the desire changes suddenly I ache deep inside. I want to be filled I want him pressing into me, hard and fast and thick. "Daddy," I beg, "please, I want you inside me?" I try to use my body to guide him up and into position but he won't come.

"I want to watch you this time, I want to see the pleasure I can give you," he says and he goes back to manipulating me with his mouth. I'm watching him again in the mirror. I'm watching me, flushed rosy pink. My hair is a tangled mess; my body is moving as though it doesn't belong to me. I watch my nipples bead and darken. I see my hands coming to play with them as Daddy's had; I see his eyes watching me. His arms stretched along my form, moving my hands aside he takes over. I move my arms down to play with his hair. Our movements have now pinned me open to my Daddy, my movements simply helping him drive me to my little death. I'm gasping for air, my lungs working so hard to draw in breath. I see his eyes again. They're pleading with me to give him what he wants and I can feel myself giving into it. Wanting my release and wanting to make him happy.

I smile just before I begin my orgasm coating my Daddy's tongue. I close my eyes and when I open them my Daddy is above me. He kisses me, and my taste is clinging to his lips. I smile. "I love you, Kitten," he says, "You taste even better than last night." 

"What do you mean," I ask.

"The dream that you had last night wasn't completely a dream," he said, "I heard you making noises and I came in to check on you and you were naked making these sexy little mewling noises. You called my name, and I couldn't help it. I tried to get out before you woke up but I wanted to slide inside you so bad, but I didn't know if you wanted it too."

"I did, Daddy. I wanted you inside me so bad. I woke up aching for you. I felt so empty like now. Please, Daddy will you be my first," I asked.

Daddy smiles down at me. He's already between my legs and he begins pressing inside me, opening for the first time. Surprisingly it doesn't hurt but I can feel the stretching, opening really. I was in gymnastics for a while so I can see why it's not as painful. I feel so full, stuffed. I can feel him all the way inside me. He begins moving soft and slow at first. I know he's being gentle letting me get used to him fulfilling my ache. I moan and he begins to move harder and faster in me. He uses the full length of his cock to stroke the walls of my pussy. I quiver around him. I wrap my legs around him, my tiny feet digging into his back urging him deeper, pleading with him to go harder and faster. That's when the noises begin to fill the room, they echo around us making it seem like we're the only people breathing. It sounds hot and needy, or like two people working together to satisfy only the other. My father's lips are pressed against mine, hungry open mouth kisses. Tongues are crashing, hips are caressing. 




Summer



Then that moment of explosion is there, sucking me down into bliss. My cunt is sucking my Daddy's cock wanting to feel him cum inside me. He grunts and drives himself into me over and over again. He builds another orgasm deep inside me. I can feel my sweet cunt sucking so hard on his cock. Just as my eyes begin to roll back into my head I hear his long low groan, and feel him begin to cum deep inside me. 

We lay there in his darkened room; he's on top of me still inside me. He pulls out and we lay there recovering. I feel my sex slickened skin begin to chill and so does Daddy, he says something about it as he pulls down the covers. He tucks me into his chest and we drift off to sleep. I know we will never be the same people from this moment and I know my summer will be changing. 



Summer



This is a true story. All the characters in this story we over the age of consent when the story took place. All these events took place during the course of one very long and hot summer when I was growing up, just on the change from boy to man and still full of the innocence and wonder that seemed to characterise kids back then.

I had just finished my exams and depending upon the results, would either go on to a sixth form school some miles away or have to get out and find myself a job. I wasn't particularly worried; I felt I have done enough (just), to get the grades I wanted and besides the results came out at the end of summer and that was light years away.

Right now I just wanted to enjoy a complete summer with no school work; and enjoying the summer meant never-ending games of football with the gang, long walks out into the countryside and occasional swimming at the local baths if there was the money to go.

No different really from every other summer except this was the last one of our childhood and we knew it, whatever happened after this summer things would never be quite the same again.

We had all grown up together, Mike, Dave, Roy and me, bright kids from a working class mining village in Yorkshire. Roy and I had wider aspirations and went on to take higher exams and then I went on to college and Roy went into the police force and an early death in a car crash. Strange but he always said he would die young. 

Dave went into the local steel works and Mike down the mine. They would both later be caught up in the strikes and watch the demise of their respective industries under the brutal care of Margaret Thatcher. 

But that was all in the future and the only cares we had at the start of that summer was getting a football to play with and the chances of an illegal bottle of beer at one of the more remote, and understanding, rural off-licences we knew of in the area. Sue changed all that.

Sue was 'one of the boys'. She had started hanging around with us about three summers before and just sort of hovered on the fringe of everything we did. She came with us on our long and rambling walks out into the countryside, walking for miles in whatever direction the wind was blowing; and she would watch as the boys climbed trees and fooled about; not really taking part but always there. 

Occasionally she brought a friend along and they walked with us or sat and talked as we played football for hours, faces close together as young girls do, brushing hair from their eyes as they discussed matters of current importance, arms clasped around their knees; but the friends came and went and only Sue stayed. She was part of the scenery. Almost by default she became one of the gang.

In that final summer Sue was changing into a fine young woman; her body changed from a gangly tomboy into a young woman with a slim and athletic figure with small, budding breasts and for the first time that summer we began to notice the difference. 

The effect on us all was slight and subtle in the beginning, the boys began to include her more in their games, made room for her to sit with them when they were talking, sly glances at her bust or her rear as she walked with them. She was still 'one of the boys' but whenever she was present there was a slight change in the group, just as a breeze ruffles leaves on a tree or stirs the grass in the fields, Sue began to have an effect on us, she began to be noticed. 

She herself seemed to be unaware that any change was taking place; she tagged along where ever we went. We used to play football on some spare ground near the railway, usual stuff, from 2 to a 100 a side depending on who was there and who wanted to play. The game lasted until people got fed up and went home or it got too dark to play anymore. Sometimes Sue would get roped in to play but usually she was content to sit on the grassy bank and just watch.

We four lads would usually get together straight after breakfast and head for whatever adventure we had planned for the day and more often than not Sue would 'just turn up' and join us, walking along slightly behind, talking in her usual quietish manner to whoever walked with her; but boy could she run; whenever the games turned fast Sue could out run any of us. 

Sue was a sprinter; graceful and long legged she ran with a freedom and speed that left the rest of us following lamely up behind her. She became our mascot and would be proudly brought to the front of the gang whenever a foot race was called for. 

Most boys hated running against her and soon she was the unchallenged champion of our area. I guess she soon got used to ending a race and being bowled over by four cheering lads – she would disappear under us laughing and gasping for breath. 

It was one of the few times that I remember her being outrageously happy, laughing and shouting with the rest of us, just glad to be alive; most of the time she still seemed happy but in a much quieter way, kind of reserved – don't get me wrong, she was never unhappy, but she had a quiet about her that made you think of still waters, of someone waiting for something, a sort of sleeping beauty air about her.

One evening, after everyone had gone home, the four of us were laying on the grass bank talking and watching the lights come on in the houses across the fields. Sue had not been with us that day and as usual, whether she was there or not, the conversation drifted around to sex, or our lack of it in our cases. 

If she was there Sue would join in with some gossip about who in her class was 'doing it' and with whom. We all joined with lewd comments about the people we were talking about and said that we 'wouldn't touch them with a bargepole' but secretly wishing that we could with anything. 

Girls who had 'done it' were creatures of mystery and awe to us. We pretended to be men of the world and talked with authority about all things sexual when in reality we were all pathetic virgins who had never even seen a girl undressed, let alone know what to do with her if we were ever luck enough to meet one without her clothes. 

We bluffed and blustered about our conquests and we all knew we were lying. That's the problem with growing up together, we all knew all there was to know about each other which made the bragging just a little bit harder to pull off in a convincing manner. Usually if you went a step too far someone would be able to shoot you down and leave you to pick up the pieces the best you could.

Anyway this particular evening the conversation had worked its way around to sex and Dave was recounting the escapades of one of the 'sluts' in school and were discussing in some detail the probable shape and dimensions of this girls fanny when suddenly Mike sat up and said to Dave, "How would you know? I bet you've never even seen one". 

We all froze; this was too near the truth for all of us. I happened to know that Dave had never seen one as we had admitted as much to each other one day not long before as we walked home from school. Eyes went down to the ground in an attempt find something interesting on the floor in the gathering gloom as Dave tried to bluster his way out of it. 

"Of course I bloody have, seen loads."

"Whose?" Said Mike not willing to let him off the hook so easily.

"My sisters" said Dave.

"Doesn't count." Mike snorted, "She's too small and anyway we've all see your sisters'!" Pretending anger and seeing a way to divert the question Dave launched himself at Mike and they rolled over down the banking. 

We all followed and sat on Dave who had ended up beneath Mike. "Come on." Mike laughed pushing him easily away, "Who else?"

"Sue's." Dave said in quiet desperation. 

We all burst out laughing, "Sue's? Sue hasn't got one. An' even if she has you've never seen it."

Gasping under our weight Dave continued with his lie. "I have too. Gerrof me." 

"When?" We all asked simultaneously.

"Last summer at the swimming pool, You weren't there. I saw it."

"Liar." Mike said and cuffed him over the head. We all sat back and let Dave sit up. Dave brushed himself off and said almost to himself. "I bloody have seen it and it's hairy!" 

We stood around in an almost embarrassed silence, some sort of line had been crossed and we knew it. We were suddenly all thinking of what Sue would look like without her skirt and we just didn't think of Sue like that. We looked sheepishly at each other and shrugged in the fading light. 

"Better get home" I said.

We split up at the end of the field and went our own ways home. I walked with Dave a little way before he turned off towards his house. 

"It wasn't true was it?" I asked. 

"What?" He said although we both knew what I was talking about. "About seeing Sue."

"No." he said and paused for fraction before adding quietly "but I'd like to."

"So would I." I admitted. "So would I."

....................................

Some days later we were all out walking; a straggling group of young people aimlessly wandering along. The lead boys were deadheading wildflowers with sticks while Sue, Dave and I brought up the rear. 

We had played football until it the heat had beaten us and then by common consent we had decided to go for a walk. The air was hot and heavy and uncomfortable as English summer days can often get. We had bought some beer at the off-licence and were pretending we were heavy drinkers as we walked along taking gulps from the passed around bottles. 

We crossed some fields and skirted the edge a wood; a sort of aimless wandering despite the fact that we knew all the paths within a 10 mile radius by heart. As we skirted the woods we decided to go and find somewhere to sit and drink our underage beers, somewhere away from prying eyes who could tell our parents what we were up to. 

Mike knew of an old 'den' that someone had made some time in the past, deep in the middle of a stand of trees on the edge of the wood, a children's hideaway of overhanging branches and flattened undergrowth. We found the entrance and crawled inside. 

The air inside the den was hot and heavy but at least we were private and away from prying eyes. The sun dappled us and the floor with bright spots of gently moving light. There was not a lot of room for all of us and so we spread our cardigans and jumpers on the floor and lay down, crowded close together. 

Sue crawled through the opening and seeing there wasn't much space she clumsily crawled across everyone and sat herself down in the middle. All the guys she crawled over pushed back and cursed her half heartedly. She half fell, half sat, heavily in the middle of us, pulled her pleated school skirt down over her thighs where it has ridden up and proceeded to brush the dirt and bits grass and debris from her brown, sun tanned knees. 

She threw her cardigan on the floor behind her. She didn't really notice the boys watching her legs intently as her hands brushed away the dirt. Sitting almost in front of her I leaned forward and brushed a few imaginary specks from her other knee. 

She laughed and pushed my hand away. 'Pack it in' she said, 'it tickles'. I put my hand back on her knee and brushed again. She laughed 'Pack it in I said'. Dave reached out and brushed her other knee. She put both legs down flat and put her hands on her knees. 

'Stop it' she said, 'you know how ticklish I am.' 

Roy, who was sitting slightly behind her reached out for her shoulders and pulled her back flat onto the ground. She laughed again as her legs went up in the air and she tried to smooth down her skirt while struggling to sit back up, a flash of white knickers caught our attention. 

Roy pulled her back down again pressing her shoulders flat to the earth. He leaned forward slightly across her and tried to lick her nose, a childish, messy game we had played many times before. As she tried to push him away Mike took hold of one of her hands and placed it underneath him, Dave followed his lead and did the same with her other hand. I leaned forward across her legs, effectively pinning her to the ground.

Still laughing Sue looked up at Roy whose face was hovering above her and then at the rest of us. 

"Please don't tickle me." She said. I moved up her legs and sat astride her knees. 

"We're not going to tickle you," I said, "Not at first anyway. I think we have other games to play." 

Sue looked puzzled. "What other games?"

"Like finding out what colour your knickers are." 

Sue looked startled. "Cheeky bugger. Let me go and I'll tell you."

"Why do I need to let you go?" I said. "Watch this." I reached down and picked up the hem of her skirt and lifted it slightly. I glanced up and into the darkness before replacing the skirt with exaggerated care. "They're white." I said. 

Sue began to struggle a little, "Look, let me go, you've all seen my pants before."

I placed my hands on either side of her hips and held her down quietly. The guys continued to hold her arms. When she had calmed a little I said. "I know that we've all seen your knickers before. We've done nothing but look up your skirt for weeks. But now we want to take it a bit further." Sue stopped struggling altogether and looked at me. 

"What do you mean?" She asked cautiously.

"We want to have a closer look."

"A closer look at what?"

I smiled at her. "At you." It took a second for my words to sink in and then suddenly Sue began to struggle. She thrashed from side to side trying to loosen our grip in her but it was no contest, she was no match for the four of us. 

Finally she stopped and lay quiet, her chest heaving with her exertions. "Look, it's no use struggling" I said watching the sunlight chase across her face as the leaves above us moved, "you're only going to knock yourself out. There are four of us and we are far too strong for you so just listen up for a minute." 

Sue looked around cautiously, "What?"

"We're all really good friends aren't we?" I said and Sue nodded reluctantly, unsure of where this was going. "And friends share don't they?" She half nodded again without taking her eyes off me. "So we have been watching your body for a long time; and we think it's about time you shared it with us." 

Sue shook her head "I don't think so..." 

I cut her off. "Look, it's a beautiful hot day isn't it? The sun is shining and it's a great day for taking your clothes off. Or at least," I glance around at the intense faces of the other three, "for having someone take your clothes off for you. And as I said before, 'you're amongst friends' and friends are supposed to share. We just want to share you." I made myself more comfortable on her legs. "That's not a problem is it?" 

Realising we were serious she began to struggle again. We held her and waited for the struggling to stop. "Look Sue, we can do this anyway that you want but just remember that we are all your friends here," she looked at our faces in turn, "and we want to have a look at you, at all of you. And if you were our friend you'd let us look, wouldn't she boys?" The guys all nodded.

Sue looked up at me. "What do you want to see?" She asked in a whisper.

"You've seen my knickers."

"I know Sue", I said, "but that's not enough is it?"

"What else is there?" She said quietly.

"We want to see what's inside them. I think that that's only fair don't you?" I brushed her knees with my fingertips. "In fact I think we want to see all of you." I paused slightly "without your clothes." 

Sue flinched a little. She closed her eyes as if hoping that we would go away and her head slowly slumped back. I smiled at the guys and leaned forward. Strands of her dirty blonde hair lay across her face, moving erratically as she breathed. I pulled a few strands away from the corner of her mouth and stroked her cheek. She never moved. 

"Sue" I said quietly and she opened her eyes and looked at me "we are going to take your clothes off." Her eyes half closed again but she kept watching me from under her lids. "You do understand what we are going to do don't you?" She never moved. "We are going to undress you and look at your body" I paused for effect "and we will most probably touch it." 

She nodded ever so slightly and kept her eyes on mine. I was aware of her body heat where I sat astride her hips. "You don't mind if I take your clothes off do you Sue?" Sue licked her dry lips but didn't say anything. She continued to watch me, her eyes narrowing even more. 

"I'll take that as a 'yes' then shall I?" I asked and she did not answer. The air was a still as I have ever known it. I leaned forward slightly keeping eye contact with her. "Has anyone ever seen you naked before Sue?"

"Naked?" she whispered.

"Yes naked. Nude, Without clothes," I answered slowly and Sue softly shook her head. 

"No?" I asked and she shook her head again. "Then we will be the first will we?" She nodded almost imperceptibly. I sat back and ran my hands down her body. She opened her eyes. "Then I guess that its better that we are your friends isn't it?"

"Is it?" She whispered.

I sat back and looked at her. "Of course it is. Friends should share and we are going to share you. That's fair isn't it?" 

She looked at me and for the first time I thought I saw something deep in her eyes, an acquiescence, a slight submission. "And I think you want us to share you don't you Sue?" Her eyes flicked open and watched me as I sat back astride her young body and she never made a sound.

"Top first?" I asked the guys quietly, "Shall we start at the top? Who wants her to get her Tits out for the boys?" All the guys nodded, I could tell by their eyes that they desperately wanted to carry this through but were still slightly apprehensive about the consequences. 

I figured that seeing as I had really started it I needed to move it along before anyone had second thoughts; so I quickly reached forward and pulled her blouse out of the elasticated waistband of her skirt. I thought I heard Sue say 'Don't' under her breath but there was no stopping now, I was the master of ceremonies, I was in charge of the unveiling of Sue and the knowledge and anticipation of what we were about to do was intoxicating. 

I pushed her blouse up and out slightly to expose a little of her stomach. I touched her skin and marvelled in its softness and warmth. A fine down of tiny blonde hairs caught the sunlight. They ran in a golden line down from below her belly button under the waistband of her skirt. I was a kid in a sweet shop, I wanted to follow these hairs and explore where they went to but instead I remembered that I promised the boys her breasts first so I reversed the direction of my fingers and stroked up to the bottom hem of her blouse. 

At the touch of my fingers Sue sucked in her stomach as if trying to avoid them but they would not be denied; my fingers had a will of their own and as I stroked her stomach I marvelled at the first real feel of a young woman's skin. I eased the tails of her blouse apart as my fingers moved upward until I touched the bottom button. Without fumbling it came undone almost on its own. 

I gently pushed the shirt apart as I moved upwards to the next button which also easily came undone. I pushed the blouse further apart revealing the whole of her stomach. The guys watched her slowly growing nakedness with awe. We were already looking at more of Sue that we had every really though we would ever get to see.

"Only two more buttons Sue." I said, "And then we can all look at what you've got under here" Sue's nod was barely perceptible "are you sure no one has ever seen them before?" She licked lips and shook her head. I undid the third button and ran my fingers on the skin underneath. 

"No bra." I said. She licked her lips again and looked at the faces around her. "Why are you not wearing a bra Sue?" Her eyes flicked from face to face again. "I think you wanted to show us your breasts didn't you? You wanted us to see them. Not wearing a bra makes it really easy for us doesn't it Sue? Nothing to stop us, nothing at all." 




Summer



Sue closed her eyes. "Shall we have a look? Shall I just open this last button so we can all look at your breasts? Would you like that? Only one button and then we have your breasts." Sue never moved or uttered a sound. The anticipation from the boys was so real that you could almost taste it. Sue lay quiet. I undid the last button and the blouse gaped open.

We could now see skin from her chin to her navel; the sun dappled her face as she held her breath. Placing my hands flat on her warn skin I pushed back both sides of the blouse and spread them open. Sue lay completely silent as four young men gazed for the first time at a real pair of naked breasts attached to a real, live, woman. 

The guys exchanged quick furtive glances before returning to Sue's breast. They were indeed beautiful, small and firm, conical, tipped with long dusky pink nipples. The dappled sunlight moved across them as the leaves moved in the branches above us, bronzing first one nipple and then the other. 

Without waiting Mike reached across and cupped one breast, Sue flinched at the touch. He tentatively and clumsily squeezed the breast and we all watched on in fascination. 

"What's it feel like?" Dave asked. Mike never answered; he seemed to have been struck dumb by his own boldness, rooted to spot with his hand on Sue's breast. Dave looked up at me still sitting astride her legs. "What do they feel like?" He asked again. "I don't know." I answered, "I haven't felt them yet." 

I leaned forward and cupped her left breast. The feeling was electrifying, my entire being suddenly focused on what my right hand was doing. The skin felt like warm silk, soft and moving under my hand. The movement of her breast flowed under my palm and then I found her nipple. 

Nothing had prepared me for that first feel of her nipple, soft and yielding while at the same time hard and solid. I turned it between my fingers and felt Sue suddenly move beneath me. I recognised the connection between the nipple and her response. 

In those few minutes I was growing up fast; I think we all were. Her nipple seemed to have grown longer and harder in my fingers. I squeezed it again and felt her move again beneath me. I sat back a little and let go of her breast. "I think you can let go of her now." I said to the guys.

They looked at me in surprise. "Not yet! I want to see the rest of her." said Mike still holding on to her breast.

"And you will" I said. I was confident that we now had complete power over Sue without really knowing why. I reached out and took her breast again. "You'll let us look now won't you Sue?" All eyes turned to her but she didn't answer. 

I gently squeezed her nipple and felt a small corresponding movement beneath me. "We all think your tit's are beautiful Sue. Don't we lads?" A murmur of consent came from everyone. "And we all want to play with them. You've got them out for us to have a look at and that was OK wasn't it Sue?" 

She lay quiet and I gently squeezed her nipple again and she swallowed. "So can we play with them?" She never spoke. "You will let us all play with them won't you? It seems a shame to put them away again without all of us having a good feel. Is that OK?" She never moved. I gently kneaded her breast and pulled on her nipple. "I said is that OK?" She opened her eyes and looked at me, there was a barely audible "Yes" and I smiled. I let go of her breast and sat back, "She's all yours lads." 

Dave and Roy let go of her arms and leaned forward stretching their hands to the same breast, feeling its weight, watching it change shape under their fingers. Sue never moved as the three hands grabbed at her breasts. 

I leaned over and pushed them away. They looked startled. "Gently guys, gently. Watch, do it like this." I looked down at Sue lying half naked underneath me, her arms still outstretched and breasts bared, like some virgin sacrifice from a dirty book, which indeed she was. 

"Look." I said to the guys. "do it like this." I placed my hands on the sides of her hips and slowly ran them up her sides, over her ribcage and then up and onto her breasts. I cupped them, squeezing gently all the way to her nipple. Her head moved and she opened her eyes and looked at me. I took her nipple between my fingers and rolled it. It grew even harder. I held her gaze. "Do it just like that." I sat back holding Sue's gaze. The look seemed to last forever. "Go on boys," I eventually said "Sue's gone to all this trouble to get them out for you, the least you can do is to play with them."

Three hands closed on her breasts, stoking and cupping, rolling and squeezing her nipples. The guys were completely engrossed in the new sensations. She held my gaze for ages but slowly her eyes became more unfocused, her breathing became shallower and eventually her eyelids fluttered closed. As the fondling continued her hips slowly began to move beneath me.

"I think we might have forgotten something fellas." I said quietly. The guys reluctantly stopped playing with their new toys and looked at me. Sue's eyes opened slowly and she looked at me. "I thought you wanted to see the rest of her." 

Sue's eyes suddenly locked on mine. I smiled. "You'll let us look at you now won't you Sue?" I asked looking down directly into her wide open eyes. "You will open your legs for us and let us look at you won't you?" Sue looked at the faces around her. Hands still held her breasts, still on her nipples. 

She shuddered and licked her lips as though her mouth was dry. She looked back at me. The hands continued to fondle her breasts. "Will you open your legs for us Sue? Let us look at you?" 

She tried to focus on me but the hands on her breasts were confusing her. "What's the difference anyway?" I asked. "We already have your breasts, we already have you half naked; and doesn't it feel good?" Sue blinked and tried to think. I knew she was wishing the hands would stop what they were doing and give her time to think. 

"It does feel good doesn't it?" I asked again. Without taking her eyes off mine she nodded slightly. I smiled. "I'm sorry Sue, I didn't hear you." She looked back into my eyes and in a hushed voice said "Yes."

"Yes what?" I asked.

"Yes it feels good."

"So you don't mind if I take the rest of your clothes off you do you?" I asked. Sue blinked and broke the gaze. The hands and fingers continued to move over her breasts. She half nodded and then shook her head as if to clear her thoughts. 

"Was that a 'Yes' Sue? " She looked back at me again. "Was that a 'Yes' to taking the rest of your clothes off? Can we take off your skirt and knickers? " Sue tried to speak but then said nothing. 

"That's a 'yes' then is it? We can take your skirt and knickers off and look at what's in them? Open your legs and see what's between them? Perhaps have a little touch?" The hands were relentless at her breasts; she seemed to be having difficulty in forming words. 

"We're having so much fun with your breasts Sue; and I can tell that you're loving it too. Shall we extend the area of pleasure and go and play between your legs?" Mike pulled on her nipple and her head fell back with a groan. I leaned closer, "Was that a 'yes' Sue?" She opened her eyes a little and we all heard the muffled 'Yes'.

I needed no second invite. I backed down her legs a little and then took hold of the waistband of her skirt and very slowly pulled it down over her hips. The top of her plain white cotton pants came into view. Reaching around and underneath me I pulled her skirt down to her knees and then sat down on her thighs again. 

I ran my hand lightly across the front of her plain white knickers. They were slightly baggy although she filled them beautifully. They were not the skimpy lacy strings that women wear these days but at that time they were the sexiest item of clothing imaginable. "That's lovely." I said feeling the material move over her tummy and mound. "Try it." 

The guys reluctantly let go of her breasts and moved down to run their hands across her knickers. Glyn dipped between her legs, "I can feel her crack" he said almost in awe. 

"You'll see it soon." I said. Sue was almost forgotten. She lay back as the boys crowded down her body to look and touch. Fingers began to feel around the edge of the elastic of her knickers. 

"Wait." I said and the fingers retreated. "Look first, touch later. Isn't that right Sue?" All eyes looked back at Sue, most only just remembering she was attached to the body they were exploring. Sue looked back at me. "That's right isn't it?" I said slowly. "Look first and then touch. That's OK with you isn't it?" Sue looked back at me and again nodded slowly. 

I smiled and stoked her mound through her knickers with the back of my fingers. "Good girl." I could feel a slight movement in her following the movements of my fingers. "Shall we take your knickers off now then?" Another slight nod. 

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her knickers and slowly pulled them down an inch. All eyes followed their progress. Almost mesmerised Sue watched my face. The waistband reached the top of her hipbone. Without letting go I traced the shape of the hip with my thumbs. "Lovely." Sue swallowed. I looked up into her eyes. "Lift your bottom for us Sue. Let me take your knickers off." 

Slowly her hips rose slightly and I slid the knickers down under her bottom. At the font the fine down of blonde hair that began at her navel suddenly began to broaden and coarsen; then her first real pubic hair began to appear. 

"They're blonde" said Roy. 

"'Course they bloody are" said Mike with a grin from ear to ear "what the hell did you expect? She's blonde isn't she?" 

As her knickers slid down her hips we could see that her public hair curved gently into a narrowing V, slowly thickening into tight blonde curls. Once she was complete exposed I pulled her knickers down her legs and they joined her skirt beneath me. There was absolute silence in the den; all eyes were locked onto her pubic mound. This is what we had come to see, what we wanted to see. This was the most forbidden territory, what we had all until now only talked about. 

"Bloody hell" breathed Dave. 

"I can't see it" said Roy. 

I reached around behind me and raising myself slightly pulled her skirt and knickers down to her ankles. Mike scooted down and pulled them over her shoes and off completely and then quickly came back to watch. They all looked at each other. 

When we set out this morning none of us would ever have believed that we would be here now, in this position, with Sue naked between us; not only naked but touchable and available. I looked at Sue, she was still watching me. 

"OK Sue" I said, "it's time to open your legs." Her eye's flinched but she did not move. 

"Come on Sue" said Dave "let the dog see the rabbit." 

I smiled. "Come on Sue, the boys want to see you. You don't want to let them down now do you?" Sue stared back at me. She looked beautiful. Pools of sunlight moved slowly over her skin making her body glow; her breasts still pink from recent handling, with their nipples still erect rose and fell in shallow breaths; I looked down the length of her lithe young body, down into the nestled curls of her shining blonde pubic hair. 

She watched me look at her, took in every movement of my eyes. She looked at the others, they were all studying her body; she must have been able to feel their collective breath on her skin. She lay there with her arms still outstretched all though no one was holding her anymore. I knew she was ready. 

I put my hands slowly down between her thighs and applied a slight outward pressure. "It's time Sue" I said "open your legs now and let us in." Her eyes never left me. Her legs opened an inch. As if the sacrifice was coming true a shaft of sunlight suddenly ran between her legs and glistened on some secret moisture hidden in the depths. 

With an audible intake of breath the guys all leaned forward for a better look. I increased the pressure on the inside of her thighs slightly and the gates of heaven swung open. I changed position so I could kneel in between her open knees.

Between her open legs her blonde curls gave way to a view that was beyond our wildest imaginings. Everyone leaned in still further to look. Four guys head to head over Sue's hips and open legs. 

Where her hairs ended between her legs began a long interlocking fold of soft skin that ran lengthways down towards her bottom. The folds were pink and smooth with a few sparse hairs around them. A hint of moisture wetted the centre of the fold drawing all eyes to it. 

No one was sure what to do. We were spellbound by the sight. We all just looked and said nothing, mouths dry and eyes wide. As the guys leaned forwards hands gripped her knees and opened her legs wider so that we all could see. 

As her legs opened her lips moved as though they had a life of their own. As we watched her lips began to swell slightly, only a small movement but clearly visible to our intense gaze. As they swelled they seemed to part slightly and the first hint of a small, moist, pink gap began to appear between them.

I was fascinated. I leaned forward for a closer look pushing the other out of the way until my nose only inches from her. "Open her legs more." I said and the guys opened her legs a little wider. It was enough. Her now puffy lips parted and I saw my first glimpse inside a woman. It was beautiful and intoxicating; a small coral entrance to an unknown land and I could smell her, my first experience of that extremely exciting and exotic scent. 

I snapped out of my trance and sat bolt upright cracking heads that were also trying to get closer. I looked around at them, some rubbing their heads ruefully, I was suddenly unsure of what to do now. My knowledge from this part on was sketchy at best, a mix of myth, stories and jokes. I looked at Sue. Her eyes were still on me; I couldn't read what was in them, part fear and part something else. 

"Go on then" said Dave being quite unspecific what I was expected to 'go on' with. I looked at Sue laying spread out before me and quite suddenly, as before, when our eyes met my nerves suddenly left me. "Gentlemen, settle yourselves down and relax." 

They looked at me and then visibly began to settle back, they trusted me and were ready for a show. "Get yourself a beer and take your time." I looked back into Sue's eyes. "We are about to take a tour of Sue." Once again Sue said nothing; she just stared back at me and licked her dry lips. 

I looked at Roy. "Be a Gentleman and make her comfortable." Roy obediently moved around behind her and lifted her head slightly and then rested her head on his stomach. Dave and Mike picked up a bottle of beer each and settled down on either side of her. 

I looked around, this had become almost surreal, it had taken on the air of a meeting in someone's front room. The guys were making themselves comfortable as I had seen them do a thousand times in front of a TV; and there was Sue, stretched out between us almost completely naked except for shoes and socks and her open, pushed aside, blouse. She was ours; to be used and explored as we wanted and taking my lead, the guys seemed to accept that they had all the time in the world. 

Roy casually leaned forward and took one of Sue's breasts in his hand and almost idly began to play with her nipple. I took a drink from Mike's bottle and then looked down at the girl spread out before me. 

As I looked at her face she now had a slight look of the proverbial rabbit caught in the car's headlamps; events had moved on a little too fast for her, she could never have guessed when she went for a walk with us this morning, a morning no different to thousands before, that within hours she would be spread-eagled and naked in front of us and that we would all have our hands on her. 

There was a time, even today, when she could have controlled events, but now she realised that we had taken that control away from her and she was powerless to stop what was happening to her, even if she wanted too; and that was by no means certain. Her eyes also gave her away, a mixture of fear and pleasure, confusion and lust. 

"Right then," I said to her "shall we begin?" I leant forward and ran my fingers through the curls that sat above her pussy. They were soft and sprang back as my fingers passed through them. Sue's legs twitched slightly and Dave and Mike reached out to hold her knees open. 

"She's OK." I said. "She'll keep her legs open for us. She wants this to happen." Bemused the guys looked at Sue. "Don't you Sue?" I said. She never moved, just lay there looking at me while Roy played with her breast. 

"Do you?" Asked Dave "as much as we do?" and he reached out and took her other breast in his hand. 

"Of course she does." I said and began to slowly stoke my finger down the length of her opening. Her pussy lips opened like the parting of the Red Sea. Sue tensed and a small sound escaped her. "You like that don't you?" I asked. Sue didn't speak. I eased her lips apart with my finger. I had to lean in to get a closer look. 

"What's it feel like?" Said Roy who could only see the top of my head from his angle, although I was certain he was enjoying Sue's breast and the view down her body to where I was knelt between her open legs must have been spectacular. 

"She's wet." I said.

"She's supposed to be." Said Dave, "What else?".

I ran my finger up to the top of her fold and sensed Sue stiffen. Using two fingers I opened her up. What looked like a small glistening nipple was peering out. "There's something here at the top. Looks a bit like another nipple." 

Mike and Dave leaned in to take a look. Holding her open with one hand I pointed to it. Mike shrugged his shoulders noncommittally. He reached forward and touched it. There was an immediate intake of breath from Sue and she stiffened and tried to close her legs. Mike and Dave quickly grabbed her knees and held her legs apart; Roy reached down and held her arms. 

I looked at Mike. "Shall we do that again?" Mike nodded. Holding her open the small protuberance was clearly visible. I brushed my finger lightly over it and Sue shuddered again. She looked up at me, "I think that we have found something here don't you?" I asked her but she didn't answer, I didn't really expect her to. I placed my finger on it and began to rub gently around in small circles. 

Not knowing what to expect the boys took a firmer grip on her arms and knees, holding her open, spreading her wider. Sue closed her eyes, her breathing becoming ragged as my finger moved in circles around her seemingly increasingly sensitive nub. 

I continued the motion with my fingertip. The nub seemed to have grown in size. I took it between my finger and thumb and very gently squeezed, Sue gave a low grunt and her head fell back. I released it and began the circling motion again. 

Sue began to shudder and very slowly her hips began rise to meet my finger. The guys were mesmerised. Roy and Dave held a breast each and stoked and pulled on her nipples while I continued rubbing gently around and around that small and glistening protuberance. Sue began to whimper slightly and moisture began to appear making her slick and wet. 

Mike and Dave continued to hold her legs open, watching her intently. Suddenly Sue's hips began to buck and writhe and her whole body went rigid, she let out a strangled cry and then, equally as suddenly, went completely limp.

The guys were amazed. We all let go of her and sat back. "Fuck me!" Said Mike. "Is she alright?" Still cradling her head Roy looked closely at her, "yeah, she looks OK." 

Sue didn't move, she just lay there breathing heavily. Slowly she began to stir and opened her eyes. As soon as her eyes were open Dave cupped her breast and began experimentally pulling on her nipple. He looked up excitedly, "Lets see if we can do it again." 




Summer



Sue rolled her head as if to say 'no'. but we ignored her and as Mike and Dave held her knees I opened her up again with my fingers. As before I began to rub gently on the small nub. She instantly began to writhe and buck and this time the boys really had to hold her down as she seemed to be trying to get away from the fingers that were invading her. 

"Take it easy." Roy said to her and stroked the strands of hair out of her eyes. She seemed to relax slightly and immediately Mike and Dave began to work on her breasts in earnest, kneading and pulling on her nipples, while I continued to stroke between her legs. 

It didn't take long before we could all feel the tension building inside her again. Slowly her bottom came up off the floor to meet my fingers. The sight was fantastic. I increased the pace. The guys were working her breasts and holding her legs wide open while Roy held her head. "I think she's about to blow again!" said Roy watching her face intently. Almost as he said it she suddenly arched her back and this time she almost screamed before slowly subsiding in a series of jerky shudders. 

She lay quiet for a while as the guys continued to manipulate her breasts. A fine sheen of sweat shone on her skin in the sunlight. I was inspecting between her legs. Moisture was now leaking from her and running down between her legs. I rubbed my fingers in it. It felt so smooth and sticky. 

Mike said "Have you put your fingers inside her yet?" I looked at where the moisture was seeping from. It seemed so obvious that I wondered why I hadn't thought of it before. I gently inserted one finger inside her. For the first time I felt the wonderful warmth and softness as her vaginal walls closed around my finger. She moved her hips slowly, almost involuntarily, to meet the intrusion but otherwise she lay quiet. 

"Go on then" Mike said, "finger fuck her." He leaned over and felt between her legs for her. As his finger found her button she again gave a little grunt and tried to close her legs but I was knelt between them, Dave and Mike quickly held her open again. 

Once he had his finger in the right place he began to rub slowly just as I had been doing. He looked over at what I was doing, "Try use two fingers" he said. I pulled my finger out and then inserted two. Her walls closed around them like old friends. My fingers were slick with her juices. I began to work them back and forth, slowly in and out, we could all hear the sucking sound my fingers made as they moved inside her. 

Sue lay almost motionless for a minute but then our ministrations began to have their effect on her and her hips began to move again. Roy and Dave continued to play with her breasts while Mike and I worked between her legs. 

We were all experimenting with our own part of Sue. Dave leant in and took her nipple in his mouth and began to suck; you could tell by the look on his face that he was enjoying the sensation; and by the reaction from Sue so was she. From his position Roy cold not get his head to her other breast so he continued with his manual manipulations of her breast and nipple with one hand while he cradled her head and stroked her face with his other. Mike was leaning across her stomach working on her nub with absolute concentration. I was working my two fingers in and out of her and feeling all around her insides. 

I discovered that by curling my fingers slightly inside her I could touch another obviously very sensitive area. Under this combined assault Sue was again soon rising to our fingers. She was now almost continuously emitting small animal sounds which were steadily rising in volume. In the sunlight her body shone with sweat. As the volume of her cries rose we all increased our different actions watching Sue thrash about underneath our hands with an almost detached fascination. 

Suddenly she began to buck again and trashed about like a wild thing. We all leaned in to hold her down while keeping our hands working on her. The act of us holding her down just seemed to increase the effect our fingers and hands were having. With one last strangled cry Sue bucked as though to throw us all off and then collapsed and lay still. 

We all sat back and looked at her. Her breath was coming in short gasps and her skin was shiny with sweat. Strands of hair were lying across her face where she has thrashed her head about. Her body and breasts were covered in fingerprints and her pussy looked open and swollen when two sets of fingers had been probing and stroking. In short she looked fantastic.

Roy looked up and grinned "let's swap" he said "I haven't seen anything of her pussy yet." We all nodded our agreements and shuffled around her naked body. Sue opened her eyes and looked at us. "No, please." She said. "Just give me a minute." 

Lying on her left hand side I stroked her face "Don't worry, the boys just want a look. Some of them haven't seen much of you yet." She just looked back at me. "You don't mind do you?" I asked. "It's only fair we all get a turn." 

Dave settled between her open legs while Mike and I lay on either side with her arms underneath us. Dave moved over slightly as Roy squeezed in for a closer look. Fingers began to explore and with a groan Sue closed her eyes again. 

I reached for her breast and then the nipple, still slick with Dave's saliva. Sue moaned again as fresh hands and lips found her breasts and while a new set of fingers began to explore inside her.

..............................................

That first afternoon with Sue went on for hours. The boys all took their turn between her legs and Sue thrashed and moaned as fingers explored every nook and cranny of her young body. Her cries echoed around the woods and mingled with the excited shouts and laughs of the guys as they discovered something new. 

Interestingly the guys stayed fully clothed throughout. It somehow never occurred on that first afternoon to do any more than explore the lovely young body that had been presented so unexpectedly to us.

Later, when the guys had had their fill and were finishing off the beer and talking amongst themselves while Sue lay between them, still on her back with her legs apart, Dave and I crawled out of the den into the bright sunshine and sat down. With our backs against a tree, looking into the den, we could see Sue slowly beginning to recover from the onslaught of hands that had played with her tender young body all afternoon. 

She slowly sat up and began to gather her clothes. Dave lit up a cigarette and passed one to me and I took it even though I did not really smoke, it seemed a grown up thing to do after what had been a very grown up afternoon; and besides I seemed to remember that people were expected to smoke after sex. 

An air of almost embarrassed silence had settled in the den, no-one sure what to do anymore. Boundaries had been crossed and things could never be the same again but a Sue with clothes suddenly put us back into the normal world. She pulled on her blouse and began to straighten her hair with her fingers. Her breasts moved enticingly underneath the thin material. 

"Do you think we'll get the chance to do that again?" Dave asked, his eyes on Sue as, still sitting, she began to wriggle into her skirt. "Do you think she'll let us?"

"Did she actually 'let us' this time?" I asked.

"What do you mean?" He looked puzzled. "Of course she let us."

"I seem to remember holding her down while we took her clothes off" I pointed out "I don't think she had much choice." 

Dave shrugged noncommittally. "She seems to be none the worse for it" he said as we watched her shake her knickers free of grass and leaves. As she began to pull them over her feet she looked up and our eyes met, she smiled shyly and looked away and in that moment I remembered the control we had just exercised over her young body and somehow I understood that, in exercising that power, we had touched something quite fundamental in Sue's character. Something that needed to explored further. 

"She didn't put up much of a fight when we stripped her did she?" Dave asked almost casually returning to the question.

"No, she didn't" I agreed.

"Do you think she wanted us to?" He asked.

"She didn't seem to object" I replied more to avoid a debate than anything else.

"So do you think she'll let us do it again?" He asked again.

"I think she might" I said stubbing out the half smoked cigarette "after all, it's only the start of the summer."



Summer



This is a work of pure fiction. Please take the time to let me know what you think. Constructive comments are welcomed.

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It seems like an age ago. The world was vastly different in those days and as kids growing up in the 60's we were not nearly as "street wise" as the kids today. My experience started in the mid 1960's, I had just turned 18 and growing up in a small town, my sexual experience was almost nil. As boys we had shared some books giving us the basics of sex education but few of us had ever been lucky enough to experience them first hand. Of course all of us had daily masturbation sessions.

Growing up in our Country during this time made it even more difficult. For those who are not aware we had very strict censorship laws that made any pictures of breasts or genitals totally taboo. Getting caught with pornography in ones possession was a serious offence. Once again this did not stop the majority of school boys from circulating well thumbed copies of European magazines. I will always remember seeing a picture of a woman squatting with her knees apart. Her mini skirt was pulled right up and she was wearing a pair of yellow panties; they were sufficiently see-through that you could clearly see her pussy lips. I am certain that this was the start of a long and happy panty fetish.

Six months after I turned 18, my 2 female cousins came to stay with us. My older sister and cousins were all around the same age and regularly came to stay during the summer holidays. During one of these holidays 2 events took place which was to significantly change my life!

To describe the girls for the reader; my sister Joanne was about 5ft 9, had shoulder length brown hair and fairly large breasts. My cousin Eve was about 5ft 5, long blonde hair and small, pert breasts. My cousin Jill was about 5ft 7 with short brown hair and medium sized breasts with huge nipples, of the 3 she was the shy one.

My parents both worked which meant that we were all alone during the day. We used to pack up a bag of sandwiches and cool drinks and head for the beach. I was quite keen on snorkelling and spent most of my time exploring the beautiful marine life in the rock pools. I had also found that this was an ideal opportunity to take a good look at the girls' bodies under the water while they were swimming, without them knowing. 

I can remember lying in the warm water looking at Eve's bikini clad body. In fact I still get hard at the memory. She made a point of wearing a white bikini. I had regularly heard my parents talking about how inappropriate her bikini was. As she waded in the rock pools I could see her nipples clearly through the fabric of the bikini top, being a true blonde I couldn't see any traces of her pubes although I could see the shape of her lips.

As a masturbation aid I had been lucky enough to get my hands on a few pairs of panties; some from friend's sisters and a few from my sister. When my cousins came to visit I would enjoy trying to guess which panties belonged to which of the 3 girls.

On one particular afternoon Jill was not feeling well and decided to stay at home, leaving Joanne, Eve and I to go to the beach. While lying on the beach I saw the girls kept whispering and giggling amount themselves. Eventually Eve crawled over to where I was lying.

"How much do you know about sex?" she asked. "Enough" I answered. I was not keen to discuss sex with these girls. "How far have you gone?" she asked. 

I could see she was blushing while asking me these questions.

"I have only ever felt a girls boob" I answered. My turn to blush! "Joanne and I want to see your cock" she blurted out. "Here!" I asked indignantly. "Let's go up into the bush and find a secluded spot" she stammered.

I was in the ultimate dilemma; I realised that if they wanted to see my cock I could justifiably ask to see them naked. I was really keen to see Eve naked but undressing in front of my sister just didn't seem right. My own curiosity and sexual urge got the better of me and I eventually relented. Leaving our stuff on the beach but taking our picnic blanket, the 3 of us made our way up the dunes and into the coastal bush lining the shore.

Once we I was satisfied that we could not be seen by anyone walking by I turned to Eve and Joanne.

"I will only show you mine if you show me yours!" I said. Eve blushed and hesitantly agreed. I could see that Joanne was not quite as keen as she had appeared earlier.

"Who goes first?" I asked

Without a word Eve looked across at Jo, took a deep breath and slowly pulled up her bikini top; freeing her small breasts. She had the most beautiful hard, pink nipples. I could see the indecision on Jo's face but with some prompting from Eve she slipped the straps of her one piece from her shoulders and pulled it down clear of her breasts, they were really beautiful. Firm 32 C with the longest nipples I had ever seen. My cock was now straining at my trunks.

"Your turn" Joanne said quietly, breaking her silence.

I slowly pulled my trunks down freeing my 6 inch cock. The absolute eroticism of the occasion had me harder than I had ever been before. Both girls were staring intently at my cock.

"Your turn" I said with anticipation. I could not wait to see them naked.

Surprisingly Jo was the first to respond and stood up and pulled her one piece down. My eyes were glued to her pussy as it became visible. She had a thick mound of hair, but with her hair being damp I could see her pussy lips. I looked over to Eve. Without hesitating she slipped her fingers into the sides of her bikini bottom and slipped them off her hips and down her legs. I think I nearly came when I saw her pussy. Her hair was really light and I had a clear view of her vulva. I still feel this was the most beautiful pussy I have ever seen!

The girls sat down in front of me and we sat looking at each others naked bodies. I loved the way their lips parted slightly as the sat cross legged.

"Can I take a closer look?" asked Eve 

I moved over and knelt in front of her. At first she looked at it from each side until she leaned forward and hesitantly took my cock in her hand and gently squeezed it. I put my hand softly around hers and helped her pull my foreskin down. 

I was obviously very aroused and a clear bead of pre-cum was pushing from the eye of my cock. By now Jo had moved over and took my balls in her hands, gently squeezing them. Eve stroked my hard cock up and down until I could feel the familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm, only this time it far more intense!

I gave them no warning and with a load moan I started to shoot my hot cum over them. After my cock stopped jerking and started to shrink they let my cock go. I sat back onto the blanket and watched as they took a beach towel and moped up my cum.

Eve lay back on the blanket and spread her legs in front of me.

"Let me show you where to touch a woman" she said softly.

Her fingers spread her lips open and I could see what I guessed was her clitoris; swollen under its hood. Her juices glistened on her lips and I could see her moisture had trickled down her ass cheeks and onto the blanket. I moved closer until my face was just inches from her pussy. Her fingers had started to rhythmically rub up and down her pussy lips; spreading her fragrant juices over her pussy. She would lightly press against her clit and then once more down until the tip of her finger slipped into her pussy. 

I could smell her arousal and the intoxicating scent I had enjoyed on her panties filled my nose. I looked across to where Jo was sitting. She had wasted any time and her fingers were deep inside her pussy. 

Eve touched my shoulder and motioned for me to move closer. When my head came closer she pulled my head down into her pussy. Without saying a word she guided me down until my tongue settled on her pussy lips. The taste was indescribable; infinitely better than the taste of her panties; her musky pussy juices covering my face.

I could hear Jo was getting closer and closer to her orgasm; her breath was coming in short gasps. With a load cry she started to cum; her body shaking softly. I continued my oral onslaught of my cousin's pussy.

"Please put your finger inside me" she gasped.

I obliged by slipping my middle finger between the folds of her wet pussy. I will always remember the warm, smooth feeling that enveloped my finger. Eve started to buck against my face; I was having a tough time to keep up with her. She became louder and louder until her body went rigid as her orgasm washed over her. I could feel her pussy juices flowing freely from her pussy and over my fingers.

I rolled away and lay on my back. By now my cock was once again rock hard. I wasn't sure if this was all over and while I pondered what to do next the decision was taken from me as Jo squatted over me and ungulfed my cock with her tight, wet pussy. 

I don't think there are words that could describe the feeling as my cock slipped between her pussy lips and enveloped by her velvet glove. I had a strange feeling that this was really wrong but the pleasures my body was feeling overshadowed this and I started to push back at her. I was no longer a virgin!

Once again it was not long before I could feel my balls tighten and my orgasm approach. Once again I gave her no warning and with a load moan came deep inside her pussy. She did not flinch and continued to ride my hard cock until it softened inside her.

I lay back as she rolled away and lay next to me on the blanket. We lay quietly for a while. I may have even dozed off; I remember being brought back to reality by the girls starting to stir.

I lay back and watched as they wiped themselves clean with a towel and slipped their bathing suits back on.

"How long have you guys being doing this?" I asked quietly. "Joanne and I have been playing for a while" Eve answered, "But this was our first time with a guy!"

My mind was racing; had they been just masturbating or actually been playing with each other?

We ended up going for a swim in the sea to clean the traces of our incestuous afternoon from our bodies and made our way home. We were all pretty quiet, the magnitude of our actions catching up with us.

We ate dinner that evening and it was not long before we were all chatting and laughing as though nothing had happened. By now Jill was feeling better and had joined in with us. Our busy day had drained us all and we all ended up going to bed quite early. I had a room attached to the house and as it had the largest room my sister and cousins had moved in there and I was sleeping in my sister's room. Our rooms were separated by a bathroom. My parents' room was well away on the other side of the house. 

During the night I woke up to use the bathroom and without thinking made my way back to my room. It wasn't until I slipped between the covers of my bed that I realized my mistake. I was looking at the back of Jill, my cousin who was using my bed. The movement had woken her and she rolled over to face me. She was wearing a light cotton night dress and in the darkness I could not see much else. Before I could stammer an apology she pulled me towards her and kissed me on the lips. After a few minutes kissing me she broke our embrace.

"I believe I missed all the fun this afternoon" she whispered. Please be my first!"

She pulled me into a tight embrace. My cock was instantly hard. I could feel it pressing against her midriff. I slipped my knee between her legs and pressed my leg against her panty clad pussy. I could feel her heat against my leg.

I took her breasts into my hands and started to gently knead them. I could feel her nipples were hard and each time I brushed against them I could feel her body respond. Her nipples were dark and long. I took them in my mouth and rolled my tongue over them. I could instantly feel her hips respond as she pressed herself against me. Her hands slipped down my chest and she hesitantly took my cock in her hands and started to fondle it gently.

I was so horny I didn't want to wait another second and released her from my embrace. I rolled her onto her back and started to remove her panties. She lifted her hips from the bed and released them. I can still remember that as they came off her pussy was so wet the gusset of her panty was stuck between her pussy lips.

I threw her panties to the floor and after my awesome introduction to a real live pussy earlier in the day, I wasted no time in 0burying my head between her legs. I could smell the wonderful aroma of her aroused pussy. My tongue snaked its way through her matt of hair and slipped between the lips of her pussy. I took her clit into my mouth and started to slowly suck. Her arousal was almost instant and I could feel her hips start to rotate and thrust against my face. I had seen how my fingers had taken Eve to another level and slipped them between her legs and into her hot pussy. She felt even tighter than Eve had felt and as my fingers explored inside her, my tongue caressed her hard clit.

She started to buck against me until with stifled cry her orgasm washed over her. 

"I want you inside me" she whispered shyly.

I lifted my face from her pussy and knelt between her legs. I took my cock in hand and pulled the skin back. I slipped the swollen head between her lips and into her.

"Please go slowly" she whispered, "this is my first time"

Once again I felt the warm, smooth feeling envelope my cock head as I gently pushed myself into her. I felt my cock reach a restriction. This was obviously the hymen that my friends had told me about. I wasn't sure how to progress and I pondered whether I should continue.

"Go deeper!" she gasped.

Without waiting I followed her request and increased the pressure. It felt initially unyielding until I suddenly felt my cock slip all the way into her. She gasped in pain and I immediately stopped pushing. We lay in that position for a few minutes until I could feel her body relax. 

She slowly started to rotate her hips against my cock, signalling for me to continue. I slowly withdrew my cock and pushed into her again. We continued like this until I could feel her pussy start to clench. I could see she was battling to keep quiet until with a squeak her orgasm washed over her. This was all it took to push me over the edge and had me pumping my hot cum into her.

I lay on top of her for a while until my cock softened and slipped from between her pussy lips. A mixture of my cum and her juices with a faint trace of blood oozed from her lips onto the sheets.

"Thanks" she said, "it was far better than I expected. All the girls at college have told me how painful it was, but I didn't think it was that bad."

We lay in each others arms until I realized that I should get back to my own bed. I didn't think that my parents would be very happy to see my lying in bed naked with my cousin. As I got out of bed I looked across and saw that Eve and Joanne we wide awake and lying in each others arms. I guess that what I saw answered my earlier question!

The remainder of our summer holiday continued to be a summer of sexual exploration. I watched as the girls played with each other, they tried a number of things with me including some of the most memorable blow jobs I can remember. Once the summer was over we never spoke of this again. I am left with very fond memories and the occasional pair of their panties that I can get my hands on when we visit. One whiff of their panties and the memories come flooding back!



Summer



Static broke the silence as Jillian turned the dial on the old radio. Manipulating the antennae with her left hand, she slowly moved the red marker on the numbered strip until it stopped precariously between 98.7 and 99. 

"Beach Baby Beach Baby give me your hand..." blared from the speakers and Jillian smiled. Gingerly, she released her hold on the antennae. The bouncing lyrics faded momentarily before streaming out louder than before as the connections on the FM tuner made solid contact.

Jillian turned to survey her location. Lounge chair positioned to the southwest, allowing maximum sun exposure, end table with a stack of trashy magazines, frosty cold lemonade and a bottle of Coppertone within easy reach. She smiled at the pleasant vignette. Jay had been right after all.

Renting a beach house had sounded like a tremendous extravagance last March when Jay made the suggestion. Splitting the cost and the weekends with the Parkers, Allison and Bill, a couple she and Jay knew from work turned the idea into a reality.

Jay had found the house through an on-line rental agency. The house, a two bedroom cottage on the gulf coast was a short four hour drive from their home in Alabama. The kitchen was small, the bathrooms old and in need of a make-over but the house boasted it's own private segment of beach and a small swimming pool directly off the patio. Jillian or Jilly as she preferred to be called had spent many pleasant hours on the patio, with Jay, her husband of two years. They listened to the waves and sipped rum drinks, savoring the lazy warmth of a carefree summer.

Now it was Labor Day weekend. Both couples were down for a final house party, the first weekend they had spent together all summer. Jillian enjoyed Allison's company and Bill was a riot but this afternoon she wanted to be alone.

Tiny waves expanded outward as Jilly dipped her toes in the swimming pool. The water shimmered crystal clear and sent a tingle up her spine in that cold swimming pool water way. She imagined the icy water washing over her heat dampened skin. Closing her eyes, the thought became a shiver of sensation over her entire body. Unable to restrain herself a moment longer, she dove in; the water feeling even colder as her sun warmed body became submerged.

She gracefully stroked her way to the opposite end of the pool surfacing in a flurry of water droplets as she shook blonde hair out of her face. Stretching out her arms to support herself on the ledge, she allowed her long tan legs to float unsupported. Pointing her toes, Jilly began to recreate a swim routine she had once watched in an old black and white movie. In her head, she was one of the Hollywood beauties kicking and splashing in an elaborate pattern. Her red polished toes played peek-a-boo with the surface of the water and caressed her calves as she drew first one leg up and out and then the other.

The dancing pattern became more complicated, little hip twists replaced with full rotation. The big finish, an arching back and chest shimmy, were ruined when Jillian lost her grip on the ledge dunking herself back under the water. Laughter mixed with many sputtered thanks to her imaginary audience ended the program. Pushing off from the bottom of the pool she swam to the ladder.

Grabbing a towel and dabbing the moisture from her skin Jillian stopped and readjusted the red boy-cut brief over her rounded backside. An over the shoulder assessment followed. 

"Hmm, nice ass," she thought, pleased. Those painful, boring hours on the elliptical had paid off. Next she bent forward and gave her breasts a shake, gently grasping each and maneuvering the soft flesh into the halter top of the red swim suit in such a way to bring her nipples forward. Feeling playful, she gave her left nipple a pinch. A different sort of tingle swiftly moved through her body. 

Paul McCartney, radio waves proving his fountain of youth, crooned "My Love". The gentle lyrics floated through the air and Jillian smiled as the tingle swept over her again. What was it about chlorine, cocoa butter and silly bubble gum pop songs that turned her on? Too bad Jay was out for his afternoon run.

"Jilly, are you out there?" Allison's voice broke her reverie.

"No, I'm not here, go away," Jilly whispered under her breath. Out loud she answered back, "Yeah, I'm catching up on some me time, OK?"

Allison poked her head around the sliding glass door, "Sure, after that amazing breakfast you prepared, you take all the time you need."

Both women broke into rib splitting laugh. Jilly was good at a lot of things but cooking had never been one of them. Breakfast today had consisted of biscuits, popped from a tube. The really hard part was scraping the burnt areas off the bottoms.

"I'm going to the store and picking Bill up at the golf course. He had to get one more round in before that Texas guy leaves tomorrow. Maybe he'll win again and we can pay for dinner tonight at the ClamShell." Bill was a moderately good golfer that did not look the part. He delighted in suckering unsuspecting players and winning big.

"Have fun at the store, I left some money on the counter," and with a final wave, Jillian turned and stretched her still damp body out on the lounge chair.

The sun beat down with equatorial intensity and Jillian worshipped its power. Laying the lounger back she paid homage to the warming rays as her pool dampened skin quickly dried, the pool water replaced by a fine shimmer of perspiration. The red bikini dried rapidly as well and Jilly considered the implications of removing the suit altogether.

No one was home, or would be within the next hour. The neighbor's view of the backyard was limited by a privacy fence. The house sat far enough back from the beach that her lounger was difficult for passing beachcombers to see. She sat up and looked around. There was no sound save for the crashing waves and the crooning radio. 

Gingerly, Jillian reached behind her back and untied the lower strings. The fabric fell away from her sides, allowing the warm summer air to caress the sides of her breasts. Looking around again, Jilly smiled. She had never actually sunbathed nude and technically, topless wasn't really naked.

Justification in place, Jilly untied the top strings of the red halter and tossed the fabric to the ground. Her plump, rounded breasts, no longer confined by the swimsuit top, relaxed and welcomed the warm sun's rays. No fool to practicality, Jilly grabbed the Coppertone and squeezed out a generous amount. The lotion was much colder on her warm skin than she had anticipated and she giggled with surprise as she spread a thin layer on her tender skin. Cupping each breast with her hand, she massaged gently, saving the nipple for last and again giving each a tiny pinch.

The tingle was a little stronger this time, without the swimsuit fabric to act as a barrier. Jilly tensed her thighs together and felt the pulsation intensify briefly. She considered letting her fingers slide down her abdomen and touch the place she knew would make the feeling last but propriety and the squeal of a swimmer out in the ocean brought her back to reality.

Sunbathing topless was one thing. Having a full blown orgasm alone in broad daylight was another. Maybe if she had added some rum to her lemonade this would end differently. "Oh well," Jillian sighed. "Topless will have to do for now." And she lie back once again on the lounge chair and let her thoughts drift off to sleep.

********

Jay had returned from his run as Allison was leaving for the store. They had exchanged pleasantries and Jay had made a bee line for the upstairs shower. Running in 90 degree Florida sun did not result in a pleasant aroma.

Stepping fresh from the shower, towel wrapped loosely around his hips, Jay glanced out the window. Jillian could be seen lying peacefully on the lounge chair. He took a few seconds to admire his wife. Her delicate features calmly shimmered from suntan oil and pool water. The red bikini was a pretty contrast to her tan skin and blonde hair. He noticed that at this angle, his wife's curves appeared even more inviting. The realization sent a shiver through him.

As Jay watched from the window, Jilly sat up on the lounge and began to remove the top of her swim suit. Jay blinked and leaned closer to the window as he observed his wife untie the straps and toss the top carelessly to the ground. The shiver that had run through him just seconds ago was replaced with a heaviness deep in his groin. The weightiness increased slowly as Jilly massaged her breasts with lotion. When she pinched her left nipple, Jay felt a corresponding movement under his towel.

"Oh baby..." Jay exhaled as his hand slowly moved down the firm muscles of his abdomen and into the open wrap of the towel. He let his fingers brush against his cock as Jilly once again lie back on the lounge. Her newly exposed breasts relaxed with her, each one round and shiny with lotion.

Jay allowed his hand to grasp and squeeze his shaft briefly but he felt this was a terrible waste of time. There was a perfectly sexy woman lying on the patio in front of him. Why not share the pleasure?

Walking quietly, towel once again secured tightly around his still hard cock, Jay slipped down the stairs and out the glass door. Approaching quietly, Jay watched his unsuspecting prey. She had the look of a centerfold, her left hand covering her right breast, her left breast exposed. Jilly's fingers gently caressing the soft mound of flesh, tweaking her nipple as the fingertips grazed it. This observation made Jay's own nipples harden, his cock jumping in response.

An advertisement for the local water park blared from the radio as Jay moved quietly to the patio table where Jilly's lemonade sat, condensation oozing down the sides of the glass. He reached in and plucked an ice cube from the liquid and popped it into his mouth. A burst of tart lemon combined with sugar and chilling ice splashed onto his tongue. He smiled to himself as he pulled the cube from his mouth and looked at Jilly and her lovely breasts.

Quietly, like a gecko slipping under a planter, Jay moved closer to his dozing wife. He was now so close he could smell the coco butter mixed with chlorine from the pool. He could see the tiny bumps on her areola and in the center the pert nipple. This was the focus of all his attention and he once again sucked the ice cube into his mouth and then removed it with two fingers. Holding the melting cube between his thumb and index finger, he held it over the beckoning nipple. A tiny drop of water formed at the corner of the cube and as it prepared to slide from the ice, Jay moved the object closer until it gingerly grazed Jilly's left nipple.

The sharp contrast of ice cold water against her sun warmed flesh caused Jilly to inhale as her eyes flew open. She instinctually began to sit up but Jay was above her, his hands on her shoulders, the offending ice cube in his mouth.

"Hey," Jilly attempted a reprimand. Jay stopped her with his mouth over her own, the cold ice cube no match for the heat of his breath on her lips. Again, the contrast of hot and cold gave Jilly pause, a wave of delight flowing through her.

"Just what do you think you're doing, out here all alone?" Jay leaned back and grinned. "Half naked. Right out in the open too. Looks to me like you were throwing out an invitation." As he spoke, his eyes slowly moved from Jilly's mouth to her throat, collarbone and bare breasts. 

"Think the invite was for you? So you want to come to my party?" Jilly now lay back comfortably. She no longer made any attempt to cover her bare chest but instead thrust it out a little. 

"Oh, there's no doubt I'll cum. Question is, will you," and with his response, Jay leaned forward and sucked Jilly's right nipple into his still ice chilled mouth. His tongue rolled around the tight mound and then he brushed his teeth against her. 

Jilly gasped in as Jay sucked and teased. His towel barely contained the growing stiffness of his groin, which now pressed into Jilly's abdomen' impossible to ignore.

Reaching for the edge of the towel, Jilly exposed Jay's bare ass with a quick tug. The sun, blocked by the cotton, now warmed his skin. Jilly's hands began to explore the hard flesh moving against her, tickling the tender smooth skin at the top before grasping firmly and slipping down to the base of his shaft. It was Jay's turn to moan.

Straddling the chair, and his wife's pelvis, Jay sat up. He grabbed her hands from his growing cock and pushed them over her head. "Not yet, sweetie, I need to cool you down a little first." As he spoke, Jay once again reached into the lemonade glass and plucked out another cube.

"You're so hot and sweaty. Let's see if this doesn't cool you off a little," Jay studied Jilly's firm, flat abdomen. Taking the melting ice cube in his fingers he drew a slow, serpentine line down the center of her body.

"Oh," Jilly gasped again but rather than squirm she placed her hands behind her head and leaned back. This was the way to end a summer.

The ice cube left a tiny puddle in Jilly's belly button. Jay, thirsty now, bent down and sucked the liquid off her. The cold melt water mixed with her saltiness. The taste thrilled Jay and he took a moment to congratulate himself by reaching below his waist and giving his cock a squeeze. The ice had chilled his fingers, a fact he had failed to consider. The subsequent jolt of cold caused such a sharp sensation, Jay himself inhaled.

"Oh no, this was suppose to be about me," Jilly whined and grabbed Jay's hand. "You'll get your turn," she whispered as her long slender fingers caressed his shaft, his cock responding in nervous twitches.

"Mmm, that's right, this is all about you. I'm going to need to see more. Take these off." Jay snapped the band on the bikini bottoms.

Slowly, with a tiny bit of self consciousness, Jilly lifted her hips. Jay's cock rubbed against her, given the close proximity that the lounge chair allowed. She eased the bottoms off and dropped them beside the chair. Warm summer air clothed her now and moisture, not from a pool or the heat of the sun, glazed the tender flesh between her legs.

Jay stood up at the end of the lounge. "Lie back." He commanded and his wife complied.

Her body where the bikini had modestly covered stood in stark white contrast from the tan where the sun had been allowed to touch. Her plump white breasts, nipples erect from the icy assault added accent to her firm abdomen. The pale triangle at her pelvis pointed to the toned tan thighs. A decorative fluff of blonde hair outlined the pink flesh of her sex.

"God, I really need to fuck you," Jay sighed out loud as he took the opportunity to give his throbbing cock another pump. Jilly responded with a giggle and slipped one hand from behind her head and down to her pussy. 

"I think I need a little cool down... right here," she giggled and began to explore the tingling skin around her clit.

"You are going to have to behave unless you want a smack on that tight little ass," Jay continued to stroke as he reached into the glass and pulled out one of the few remaining cubes. "Hand above your head. Now!"

Jilly did as she was told. The thought of being flipped over Jay's lap and given a well placed smack was exciting but the threatened touch of ice on her pulsing clit was just too much.

Expertly holding the cube between thumb and forefinger, Jay traced the gentle curve of Jilly's pelvis from hip to hip. A tingle raced through her skin chasing after the ice. Jay paused for a second as the fingers of his left hand opened her flesh exposing the tiny, erect nub of her clit.

The anticipation was becoming too much and Jilly began to squirm. Her breath became rapid as she waited to feel the tremendous change of temperature when the cold saturated the frenzied nerves.

Taking the ice cube into his mouth, Jay sucked the melting liquid off and once again placed the cube in his hand. Slowly, painfully slowly, he lowered the cube until the cool air around the ice could be felt on the hot flesh between Jilly's legs. 

Cold, icy coldness burst through her body as the ice cube finally came in contact. Her clit pulsed in time with her heart and her breath. "Oh, God." The words escaped in a sigh. The sensation suddenly became unbelievably warm as Jay's mouth replaced the cube and his tongue began to massage and tickle the chilled spot. Jilly rapidly lost control of the competing sensations. Jay's tongue licked her pussy, exploring the folds of soft tender flesh, warm from his mouth, then cold as he rubbed the ice against her. With each alteration in temperature, the nerves of her delicate flesh cried out and Jilly answered with subtle whimpers and moans. Taking the ice cube from his mouth one final time, Jay slipped it into the inner most area between her legs. He moved the ice in and out, rhythmically matching his tongue on her clit. Her flesh could no longer tolerate this temperate assault and Jilly shrieked out in delight as wave after wave of release washed over her.

His actions oblivious to her cries, Jay continued to caress her tender flesh with his tongue, the ice cube now melted in waves of passion. Her nerves on fire, Jilly wished he would never stop. His tender lapping slowed as her breathing relaxed and he rested his head on her stomach. An occasional shudder through her body would break their rest and Jay would tickle her skin in response.

"Mmm," was the only answer Jilly could muster as she reclined, her fingers twisting the strands of Jay's short brown hair. 

"Refreshed?" Jay asked, as he leaned on an elbow and reached for the warming glass of lemonade. The glass dripped condensation across Jilly's body as he brought it to his mouth and gulped down the tart liquid. "We're not done here, you realize that right?"

"Well, I am," she giggled.

"Yeah, well, I'm just getting started," Jay sat the glass back in its little pool of water and pulled himself up, once again straddling his satisfied wife. Jilly brought a finger up and drew it across his forehead, leaving a trail in the perspiration forming on his skin.

"You're going to get overheated, let's go for a swim."

"You want to swim, do you," Jay looked into Jilly's face, his own reflected in her dark sunglasses. "Ok. Let's go," and with that Jay watched as his reflection stood, scooped the naked woman into his arms and walked to the pool.

"Hey, wait," Jilly attempted a protest but Jay was too quick. He gave a toss and she sailed through the air, landing with an undignified splash in the water. Jay followed with a more graceful dive, the sudden cool moisture tightening every muscle fiber. He surfaced with a gasp.

"Serves you right," Jilly laughed as she began an easy backstroke to the far end of the pool where her favorite raft floated.

"Oh, don't worry about me. I just need to see that sweet ass of yours break through the water one more time and I'll be more than ready."

Jilly accommodated Jay's request by twisting to her stomach and jack knifing a dive into the water, her ass briefly captured above the surface, the firm skin of her thighs and calves following as she disappeared. Jay followed behind, his own tight ass presenting a more masculine form. With two quick strokes he caught her, arms encircling her waist and pulling her to him.

They both broke the surface with a gasp for air. Jilly loved the strength of Jay's arms around her and as he pulled her closer she felt the stirrings of his cock as her body began to excite him, despite the cool water of the pool.

Letting the water buoy her body, Jay loosened his grasp. As Jilly floated in the pool, Jay pushed his hands down and reached around to her backside. Hands cupped on her firm flesh he raised her up and lowered her over his throbbing cock. 




Summer



"I need you," he breathed as she moved her fingers over his skin and eased him into her. As he entered, he felt the warmth of her skin and the rush of pool water being displaced by his firm thickness. Using his hands for leverage, Jay moved her body in rhythm with his desire. The awkward atmosphere of buoyancy allowed limited yet arousing movement, satisfying on a temporary basis, but not enough to satiate his need. Jay caught site of the inflated raft, a floating oasis for their passion. With a deliciously floating stroke he moved Jilly off his cock and spun her around.

"Grab the raft and lean over it," Jay spoke breathlessly.

Jilly complied and pulled the raft closer, her pelvis secured, her arms grasping the far edge, a fold of inflated plastic encased her breasts. Jay held her hip bones with his hands and again moved his cock into her, releasing an involuntary sigh as her tight pussy wrapped around him, squeezing his smooth skin. His cock pulsated in response.

The thrusting of his body sent tiny waves of water, radiating outward in growing circles while greater waves radiated inward to his core. Muscles that had been relaxed and softened by the heat of the sun now tightened in response to the cold water. Each stroke of their bodies intensified the throb centered in Jay's groin. Movement in the water, while graceful, remained painfully slow even with the raft as an island; Jay enjoyed the weightless sensation but his body began to cry out for a more substantial hold. His cock still securely penetrating Jilly, he pushed his feet against the rough concrete floor and propelled their coupled bodies to the edge of the pool. The odd sensation of floating while being filled to her center sent a shiver up Jilly's spine and she hugged the raft closer as they sailed through the water.

Physical desire dictating his every move, Jay was barely able to utter his instruction, "Raise up on the edge. Lean on the raft," he gasped in short bursts.

Jilly floated her body off his cock and lifted the raft to the rough edge of the pool. Her lean, muscled arms lifted her weight up and once again, she tucked the raft under her naked skin. Jay stood back and watched as Jilly positioned herself. Her bare, tan back was tattooed with pale swatches where her swimsuit had been. He slid his hand around the thickness of his shaft and pumped firmly as she wiggled her naked butt unto the raft, her slender legs drifting in the pool.

"You need to slip down a little," Jay whispered as he approached and leaned over her. His right hand slid around her hips and pulled her back into the pool enough to provide his aching cock access to her. "That's it," he nodded and opened her pussy once again to slide inside.

"Oh...Jay," Jilly exhaled as he entered her and began to pulse into her. It took several thrusts before he had adjusted her to just the correct angle. Once positioned he could hold back no longer; his gentle, tentative movements replaced by serious, intensely deep strokes.

Hands grasping her hips, Jay guided Jilly back and forth over his shaft until his muscles screamed out for release. Spasms began to build in his groin. His breathing became rapid and shallow. The movement of their bodies produced ripples that splashed out onto the concrete surrounding the pool. Water droplets left abstract patterns as it quickly dried in the humid air. The raft squeaked a protest to the violation.

Jilly surrendered to Jay's actions. She could feel his need growing larger as he filled her deeper and deeper. The muscles of her sex began to tighten as he frantically slid her upon him. At last he could wait no more and with one final stroke, Jay released himself into her. Jilly felt his waves of ecstasy wash into her and her body responded with tiny ripples of sensation. 

Exhausted, Jay lifted Jilly and the raft to firmer ground at the edge of the pool and leaned his weight onto her back. For a few seconds there was only the sound of their breathing, the gentle rolling of the ocean waves and another golden oldie drifting from the radio. Now out of the cool pool water, Jilly felt heat and sticky perspiration between their bodies. She gave a squirm. Jay answered her movement and lifted his tired body off hers. 

The brief moment of focused weight proved too much for the old inflated raft. It expelled a final protest with a bang. Jilly found herself flat on the concrete of the pool edge, a limp rubber mat under her. 

"What was that? Jilly, are you OK?" Allison's voice broke the happy couple's reverie. "Oh..." Standing in the open door Allison had an unobstructed view of two naked bodies lying by the pool.

"No where to hide now," Jay whispered in Jilly's ear. He stood, bare from head to toe, his spent cock lying peacefully between his legs. He turned and gave a hand to his equally nude wife. Jilly stood and wrapped the ruptured raft around her waist, breasts bare and shimmering with perspiration.

Arm in arm the couple walked past their surprised friend and into the house. Stopping as they passed Allison, Jay paused. "Um, I think we're gonna need a new raft." 

Allison turned as they strolled past her. Their Labor Day weekend party was off to quite a promising start.

©cyanskye09/20/2008



Summer 1970



The summer of 1970 was a magical time for a lot of people, I suppose. It was a great time to be young for most. As for me, let's just say it was no picnic. I felt that I was as hopeless a case as you could imagine. 

I had just turned eighteen and was getting ready to begin college in the fall. I had no money, no car, no prospects, and no self confidence. Awkward socially too, I might add. Maybe in reality I wasn't as bad as all that, but rest assured that was the way I pictured myself. 

I didn't have a great deal of friends, but the ones I did have were great. My closest friend was Kenny. We had been best friends since first grade, as close or closer than brothers. We had many of the same interests and shared the same warped sense of humor. That was where the similarity ended.

I was about 6'3" and 200 pounds, totally average looking. Kenny was the exact opposite. Kenny was probably 5'6" tops, and couldn't have weighed much more than 120 pounds, if that. He would have made a scrawny jockey. Kenny made up for his stature with his looks. Every girl thought he was an absolute doll. Dimples, a brilliant smile, and a car. What more did you need? He looked 14 when he was 18 and would eventually look 18 when he was 40. Dick Clark Junior in the flesh, forever young. Girls literally fought over him. It seemed to me that he had his pick of any girl he wanted, and he did a whole lot of picking. 

As for me, I got the occasional reject or friend of the girl he was seeing, but I was so shy and inept that I usually bombed out. If a girl ever came up to talk to me, it was inevitably only to ask about Kenny, since everyone knew we were friends. 

That why at eighteen I was a virgin, with a horrible blow job and two hand jobs my complete sexual resume. In comparison, Kenny had humped his way through most of the school's desirable junior and senior class females as well as at least one college girl already. I was jealous as hell, but he never bragged or boasted about his conquests. When he could he did try to help me, and then console and advise me when I would eventually strike out.

One afternoon just after high school graduation, I went over to his house to see what he was doing. He answered the door all excited and I asked him what was up. He let me in and we went up to his room.

"You know what I'm going to do in a few minutes?" he asked.

I was clueless of course.

"I'm gonna go over to Mrs. R---'s house and screw her!"

As an introduction, Mrs. R--- was a thirty something woman who lived nearby. We used to shovel the snow from her driveway a few years ago, but I think more just to look at her and talk to her than for the money. She was a gorgeous blonde woman, big boobs and great legs. I could see part of her backyard from my own bedroom window, and readily confess to jacking off while watching her sunbathe on many occasions. 

She was married to a lawyer who really didn't seem to be around all that much, at least we seldom saw him. Now Kenny is telling me that he was going to fuck her? If it was anyone else I would have known they were lying. I told him he was bullshitting me, but without much conviction, and then I pressed him for the details.

"I saw her at the store a couple of weeks ago and she asked me if I could help her move stuff out of her garage some day. I told her I would. I went over last weekend and she brought me out to the garage. She was wearing her bathing suit and she looked incredible. She had me climb a ladder to get stuff down out of the overhead part of the garage. I was handing things down to her and she caught me staring at her tits. Those babies were hanging out of the top of her suit and I was getting a hard on. I'm standing above her on the ladder and she sees my boner."

At this point Kenny has my undivided attention, of course.

"All of a sudden she slides her hand up the leg of my shorts and starts feeling me up through my underwear, grabbing my dick at stuff. She asks me if I would let her personally thank me for helping her. We go into her house and she was all over me. She couldn't get enough. I came five times in an hour and a half and she wanted more! She just called a little while ago and wants me to come over."

"Wait a minute," I said. "What about her husband, where's he?"

"Not around as usual! Man does she bad mouth him! I feel bad for the guy. She hates his guts. She talks real dirty when we're doing it too, you wouldn't believe the stuff she yells out."

"Why would she screw around with you and risk getting caught?" I asked.

"She said she hates screwing him, says he's got a tiny pecker and can't get it up most of the time. Mostly she says she really digs guys with big cocks." 

Now this had me totally confused. Big cock? Kenny? Just then the phone rang and Kenny went to answer it. Why did Mrs. R--- think Kenny had a big cock? Now we had both seen each other's stuff in the shower in gym class. My cock is average at best, I would need a friendly ruler to reach six inches. Kenny's limp dick was even smaller than mine! What was Mrs. R--- thinking?

Kenny came back to his room smiling and announced "That was Mrs. R---. Her husband just came home unexpectedly."

"Man, you are so lucky," I said. "Can you imagine what would have happened if you had gotten caught over there with her? That is, if you're telling me the truth."

"I'm telling the truth. She's coming over here any minute."

"What?"

"Yeah, she said she's needs to get fucked and she's going to tell him she has to go shopping. She asked me if anyone was here and I told her no one would be home for hours. She'll be here any minute."

I told him to have fun as I moved toward the door.

"Hey David, why don't you stick around and watch? Get in the closet and watch. That would be crazy. You won't believe her. I swear she is absolutely fucking insane!"

I looked over at his bedroom closet. This was a goofy idea and I was going to tell him so when the doorbell rang.

"Fish or cut bait man. I'm going downstairs to let her in. If you want to watch, get in there. You'll see a whole lot more of her than you can from your bedroom. C'mon! It'll be a trip!"

Kenny ran down the stairs and my mind was racing. I didn't know which way to turn. I didn't want to go past her in the hall. That would be too freaky. Kenny was right about one thing. Seeing her naked would be something else. My dream woman up close and personal. Hell, it was as close as I could see myself getting to real sex at this point. Hey, maybe I could learn something besides.

I hurried over to the closet. I could get in there easy if I shoved some things around and to the side. The horizontal slats would let me see most of his bedroom... but what if I got caught? Oh hell, why not go for it!

Kenny's closet was pretty messy and crowded with all sorts of stuff. I shoved everything to the side as best I could, got into the closet and closed the folding door. It was stiflingly hot inside, but I could see Kenny's bed perfectly as well as most of the bedroom. I heard Kenny's voice, talking intentionally loud so I would hear them coming.

There she was. Mrs. R---, just as Kenny said, in the flesh. She was half undressed already and was unhooking her bra as she walked around the room. She pulled the straps off her shoulders and her breasts practically exploded out of the harness. What a pair of tits she had on her! Big and round and firm looking, as great as you would ever see in any magazine. She had huge crimson aureolas with fat nipples that were practically screaming to be sucked on. I was in heaven.

Mrs. R--- had her slacks off and was peeling off her panties, exposing her lush black bush, which was a stark contrast to the golden blonde hair that hung down to her shoulders. I hadn't seen that many others to compare her with, but I was surprised to see how really hairy she was down there. 

I wondered how she managed to keep all that hair hidden inside those skimpy bathing suits she always wore. During my frequent spying on her when she was by her pool, I would get some incredibly intimate and extended views of her body. I would have noticed any hair peeking out from the sides of her suit, being the observant type guy I was. Heck, I had figured out years ago that Mrs. R--- wasn't a real blonde by observing the dark five o'clock shadow that densely coated the hollows of her armpits, nicely revealed when she would lay in her chaise lounge with her hands locked behind her head. 

Now she was helping Kenny get undressed. Helping might not be the right word, it was more like she was tearing his clothes off. Soon he was naked too and she embraced him. She was almost the same size as Kenny, maybe even a little taller and heavier. I strained to listen as I felt myself get aroused at the amazing show I was witnessing.

She was squeezing his butt cheeks as she kissed him next to his bed. I leaned forward and peered through the openings to get a better view while letting my shorts fall to the ground. My cock was like blue steel as my hand slid slowly up and down the shaft. Was this perverted? I could not have cared less at he time.

"What's the matter Kenny, are you nervous?" Mrs. R---- asked. "I know what you want and I know what you like, big boy."

Mrs. R--- knelt down in front of Kenny. They were only about six feet away from me and I feared they could hear my heart, which was pounding away like a jackhammer. Her ass, so round and creamy white in stark contrast to her tanned back and thighs, was almost within my reach. It was all I do to keep from shooting my load right then and there.

Over Mrs. R---'s shoulder I could see Kenny. He was looking at the closet door I was hiding behind, which was a little disconcerting to me, so I focused my attention away from his eyes and down to where the action was. Kenny's cock looked just like I had remembered. A thin, wrinkled and limp noodle, probably three inches soft at best, dangling under a tiny tuft of light brown hair. What was Mrs. R--- used to? Hell, there were guys in gym class way bigger than Kenny.

She leaned forward and enveloped Kenny's dick with her hungry mouth, slurping and sucking his rubbery dick. As she sucked I looked hungrily at Mrs. R---"s beautiful bronze shoulders lightly sprinkled with freckles. I fought the urge to jerk off harder and continued slowly rubbing my swollen prick, which luckily was lubricated with sweat that flowed from my every pore.

Mrs. R--- was now moving furiously up and down in front of Kenny, her head bobbing wildly and her hair tossing from side to side. As she pulled back for a second, I could not believe what I was seeing. During the time my attention had been elsewhere, Kenny's little dick had become, well...sure as hell not little any more!

Mrs. R--- had her hands around the base of Kenny cock while her mouth slid up and down the rest of the shaft and head. Kenny's cock was gigantic! Not thick, in fact it was kind of slender looking, but incredibly long. Kenny's cock had to be a foot long and it looked like it was growing even longer under her enthusiastic urgings.

Mrs. R--- had both of her hands wrapped around the bottom of the shaft and there was about still about six inches there that she was sucking on. How the hell did something that was so small when it was soft get so long when hard? For a second I felt really inadequate looking at that piece of equipment. No wonder he got all the girls, with that thing between his legs. 

Now she was squeezing his balls while she sucked on his pole, roughly kneading his dangling nut sack. Even his balls were huge! His equipment was really big anyway, but when you saw it attached to his small frame, that made it look even more amazing.

Just then Mrs. R--- stood up and fell back onto the bed. Kenny slowly went over to the bed, his erect cock bobbing in front of him like a diving board being bounced on.

"Fuck me hard Kenny! Hard!! Don't you hold anything back, you fucker. Stick that horse cock in me! Fuck me hard and don't you dare stop!" Mrs. R--- was screaming loudly at this point.

Kenny knelt on the bed between Mrs. R---'s thighs and rubbed his prick around in her dense black pelt, seemingly searching for the opening. Mrs. R--- reached down and took his cock, guiding it expertly into her.

"OH FUCK!!!" she howled as Kenny slammed forward violently. At that moment, I felt myself explode and I shot my load all over the closet door. I desparately tried to keep quiet as my orgasm gradually subsided. Meanwhile, Kenny was humping Mrs. R--- like a madman while she made gutteral noises and swore up a storm.

"Harder harder!! Ram that cock into me babe! Fuck!! Dammit, I wish my asshole husband was here watching so he could learn how to fuck me right, that little dicked money grubbing two timing bastard! That's it, split me in two with that thing! Yeah!!!" 

I leaned forward to get a better view but stopped suddenly when I heard the floor creak. Fortunately Mrs. R--- was making so much noise that it went unnoticed. Whew! 

Speaking of whew, it was hot as hell in the closet and seemed to be getting worse every minute. I was totally drenched in sweat from head to toe, my shirt stuck to my body. Rivers of perspiration flowed down my face, burning my eyes and making seeing difficult. What I would have given for a fan, or just a breeze. 

Kenny's pale little butt rocked back and forth furiously while Mrs. R---- screamed for more. Kenny suddenly arched his back and moaned loudly, then collapsed on top of her. They were both drenched in sweat, their bodies glistening in the soft daylight that leaked in through the blinds. 

It was great fun watching, but now I wanted to get out. Hopefully my semen would dry up and go forever unnoticed in this dark chamber, because I wasn't about to fumble around in the dark trying to find the mess and clean it up. 

Out in the bedroom I heard muffled conversation and then saw Mrs. R--- walk out of the room, that gorgeous butt wiggling sweetly as she left. She was not leaving for good, unfortunately, since she was still naked.

I was going to see if could get out before she got back, but by the time I managed to get my shorts back up I heard her return. Shit! I was dying in here. Now she is back and what's worse is she wants more! Panic is setting in now, as I envision what it would be like being stuck in this sauna all afternoon.

Mrs. R--- has Kenny kneel on all fours facing toward his headboard. Mrs. R--- stood behind him looking at him, smiling broadly, her dazzling white teeth shining brightly. She was so beautiful it was breathtaking. Her left hand was between her legs toying with her pussy and her right hand was squeezing her tit as Kenny assumed the position she desired. 

I felt myself begin to get aroused again despite everything. Her tits were so full and round, like juicy melons just begging to be squeezed. The only four breasts I had ever seen in person paled in comparison. Becky and Shawn were cute and had nice little tits, but these babies were something else altogether. This was a woman. An honest to goodness woman. Still, in comparison to Kenny I came up woefully short too, so I thought I might be better off just enjoying the show.

"I'm going to do something that your little girl friends never even dreamed of doing to you, Kenny honey. You're gonna like this babe, I promise."

Mrs. R--- came up behind Kenny and her head disappeared. From my vantage point, I couldn't really see what was going on. What was she doing down there, sucking his nuts? Kenny let out a loud moan and I saw his eyes rolling in his head. His body shuddered as I strained to see what was happening. 

Between the sweat pouring down into my eyes and the bad angle I was clueless. She must be sucking his balls, but wait... her hands were busy squeezing his cock and nuts...was she doing something to his ass? What in the world was going on? Was she... no she can't be... yes she was! I don't believe it! She was licking his asshole!

And he was liking it a lot! Kenny's arching boner was hard and throbbing again in seconds, bobbing wildly and ready for action. After a few more minutes of this ass mining, Mrs. R--- got up and had Kenny mount her from behind as she assumed the position. I had a great view of Mrs. R--- facing me, those ripe breasts swaying down in front of her as Kenny slid into her. Her face was contorted wildly as they fucked. While Mrs. R--- kept on ranting and cursing, Kenny held her hips and kept pounding away furiously. 

The slapping sounds of their sweaty bodies crashing together sounded both violent and incredibly erotic. Kenny bent over her back while continuing to thrust deep inside her. Kenny's hands reached under her arms and found those dangling tits, cupping them and squeezing the stiff nipples. 

My shorts had once again found their way to the floor in tribute to this astounding display. Despite it all, in a few minutes I began feeling that familiar tingling sensation and soon once again felt my seed blast onto the door, the floor and whatever else was around the general area. 

Looking out once again, I saw that Mrs. R--- had now gone onto her back and Kenny was on top of her, straddling her upper body with his thighs. Mrs. R--- squeezed those incredible jugs of hers together and had Kenny slide his rigid pole between them. Kenny began rocking to and fro, his cock sliding between those magnificent twin peaks, disappearing briefly before sliding out almost to Mrs. R---'s face. She began timing his strokes and leaned toward him as he moved forward, licking the tip of his cock as it neared her mouth each time.

After a few minutes of this, he mounted her once again and began ramming her pussy with that formidable weapon, making her moan with pleasure as he drilled deep inside her. She was clawing at Kenny as he thrust harder and harder, leaving bright red trails all over his back. Mrs. R---'s body began to savagely shake as if she was having a seizure of some kind and she let out another piercing scream, lost in the rapture of yet another orgasm. 

I was ready to scream too. My dick was sore and I was as thirsty as I could be. It was absolutely sweltering in the closet and I had to go to the bathroom so badly I could almost taste it. Right about this time I wanted to either disappear or die and at this point I didn't really care which.

Just then, they climaxed once more and collapsed in each other's arms. I fumbled for my shorts and hoped and prayed she would get dressed and leave. No, apparently not. Now it's time for some conversation. PLEASE! Go home to your husband. No, still more talk. Now Mrs. R--- is playing with Kenny's dick again. This can't be happening. I'm up to my ankles in a puddle of sweat and cum and she is starting to suck on his dick again.

What happened next....well it's really tough for me to be certain. I felt like I was starting to hallucinate. I had been in the closet for probably an hour or so at the most, but it was feeling like an eternity. 

I began feeling really strange, like I wasn't really there. My thoughts started drifting. I was getting lightheaded and felt like I was almost floating. The room started spinning ever so slowly and I remember I was reaching out for something to hold onto because I felt like the floor wasn't under me anymore and ...........

The next thing I remember is that I was on the floor of Kenny's bedroom lying flat on my face. The closet door was strewn around me in pieces. Mrs. R--- was screaming something about killing us perverted cocksuckers, all the time dashing around the room grabbing her clothes and threatening to sue anybody who ever said a word about this to anyone.

As I regained some of my senses, I managed to get up on my knees. The house door was slamming shut behind Mrs. R--- and Kenny was in hysterics, literally falling off the bed and onto on the floor, helpless in convulsions of uncontrollable laughter.




Summer 1970



That's the kind of friendship we had. I had just blown what was probably the opportunity of a lifetime for him, and he thought it was hilarious. As Kenny told me when the room finally stopped spinning, "I was tired anyway and she was really demanding as hell. It was great sex and all, but watching you crash through the door passed out and looking like a drowned rat was the craziest thing I've ever seen and was worth anything."

We wouldn't ever tell anybody about it, of course, but not because we thought she would sue us. After all, we didn't think her lawyer would really want that case, would he?



Summer 1971



A sequel to Summer 1970 and Fall 1970, as life continues for David. As always your comments are welcomed, and I thank everyone for the positive feedback for the previous stories that inspired me to continue.

1. How it all began

Having just completed my freshman year of college with a record of stunning mediocrity, I was faced with the prospect of working all summer to help come up with money for books I would require for my sophomore year.

There was an ad in the help wanted section of the local rag for an assistant manager position at a pizzeria in Lake George, a resort town located in upstate New York. I made an appointment for an interview even though I didn't think I would really be interested. It would be more than an hour commute each way in a car that was notorious for always letting me down at the worst possible times.

I figured that there was no harm in trying however, and there were plenty of worse ways to spend a gorgeous May day, so with nothing to lose I headed up the Northway for the interview.

A Slice of Italy was a pizzeria located on the main drag of Lake George. The main street of Lake George was a fairly sleepy place for much of the year. There was the occassional event that would liven things up, but for most of the year it was pretty quiet.

Starting around Memorial Day, and continuing through to Labor Day, things changed. For those two months it was like Mardi Gras non-stop. Lake George was THE summer destination for upstate New York and beyond. Hippies, bikers, teenagers, families... you name it. They converged on Lake George in droves. 

Girls too. That was the main attraction for thousands of other guys just like me who were young, dumb and full of cum, endlessly trolling the streets in search of love and/or affection. So with that in mind I kept my date with destiny.

A Slice of Italy was owned by an Italian couple that looked and sounded like they were sent from central casting. Dominic had to have been the model for that Super Mario video game character. Dominic was about five foot six and skinny, with a moustache and a very outgoing personality. 

His wife Angela was about his height but really solidly built with jet black hair pulled back and sultry green eyes. She was wearing a waitress uniform that seemed designed to minimize what appeared to be sizable assets, but Angela looked like she would be one of those types that would really look great once she got out of the office. They both had rather thick Italian accents, which I was very familiar with having grown up in an Italian neighborhood.

The interview went really well, and I was pleasantly surprised when they showed me the fringe benefit. There was a small furnished apartment upstairs that they let the assistant manager live in. Since the commute was my main concern, I immediately got very, very interested in the job. 

I asked a lot of questions and tried to convey not only my need for the job but my lifelong respect and devotion to pizza. When they asked me if I would be able to stay until Labor Day, I assured them that my going to school in the area would allow that, as well as being able to work weekends if they needed in the fall. 

I guess this must had been a problem in the past with seasonal help, because after I offered that tidbit Dominic and Angela exchanged glances that I took to be approving. They told me they would let me know by the end of the week.

I left the establishment and walked the streets of Lake George. The pinball arcades, wax museums and other seasonal businesses were just starting to come out of hibernation. The more I looked, the more excited I got about the prospect of spending the summer up there. If a guy couldn't get laid up here, I figured there was no hope.

2. Success

The next day I got a call from Dominic. They had called my references which were excellent, and they had both thought I was a great fit for the job. Hired! I was thrilled, and when I told my folks about it they were elated as well. Looking back, they were probably happier than I was, for this was a chance to finally get me out of the way after nineteen years and allow them to spend the summer humping and partying themselves.

I was to start the week before Memorial Day. I packed my stuff, told the folks I would call when I could and come down and visit if time permitted. They assured me they would survive without me, so off I went.

I settled into the little apartment, which was no great shakes but was clean, had a comfortable bed and a TV. What more could I ask for? A job, and a place to take all the girls I would be busy seducing. 

A Slice of Italy was primarily a place that sold slices of pizza and cans of soda. You ordered stuff at the counter, paid the cashier and ate at the tables in back or took it out the door with you. We sold other things like calzones and subs, but for the most part it was slices, slices and more slices.

Dominic taught me how to make pizzas in A Slice of Italy style, and I impressed him on how quick I learned. I had made pizzas at home all my life, so this was just on a grander scale. I realized from day one that making them was a lot easier that not eating them. I had worked hard to shed my baby fat and had no intention to get it back.

Dominic and I made the pizzas and waited on the customers while Angela was at the register. There were a few kids that filled in by working nights and weekends, and provided my chance to play the boss. That was it. Open from 11 in the morning until whenever the last drunk was off the sidewalk. Closed Tuesday thank God! 

I soon realized what the title assistant manager meant. For those who have never been there and done that, it means you work very long hours and don't get many days off. It was not unusual to come in at ten in the morning and get off at midnight, althought Dominic assured me that we would stay even later on weekends when summer came. I guess that was the reason for the apartment upstairs, because it was all I could do in the beginning just to trudge up the stairs and fall into bed at night.

The pay had sounded great in the beginning, but when you figured out how many hours you put in, it was no great shakes. Still and all, Dominic and Angela were fun to work both for and with, and they did slip me extra money from time to time. It wasn't uncommon for Angela to slip me a twenty in the morning and Dominic to do the same at night. I didn't know if one knew what the other was doing, but frankly I didn't care, because I needed the money and was busting my balls for it too.

3. Speaking of my balls

One of my main reasons for wanting the job was the chance to check out the females that paraded around town. If you're going to San Fransisco be sure to wear some flowers in your hair. If you're going to Lake George, wear as little as possible.

There was a never ending display of scantily clad ladies barely dressed in the fashions of the time. Bell bottom jeans, tube tops, tank tops and nary a bra to be found. Breasts swaying and girls laughing without a care in the world as they waltzed by all day non stop. 

Then there was me, stuck back on the wrong side of the window flipping pizzas all day with an erection that rose with the sun and never seemed to set. I would lose layers of skin every time I would go to the bathroom and try to pry my underwear away from my ever oozing member.

I discovered right away that for some reason, girls were not all that willing to jump over the counter and let me slip them the high hard one. They liked to tease, and enjoyed flirting and all, but apparently were not keen on the idea of waiting until after midnight to party with the guy with burns on his forearms who also reeked of pepperoni. Besides, I was alone and they were always in groups it seemed, which compounded the problem.

There were moments... I got a blow job one night from a chubby red head who was only slightly more drunk then I was. She waited around for me to get out of work and we went down to the lakefront park where we drank a six pack and I used all my charms to manage to get the fourth pair of lips in history wrapped around my cock. Moments, but not enough of them to suit me.

Dominic, I had discovered during quiet moments, was a horny and hilarious guy who would regale me with tales of his many conquests before he had gotten married. With his sing-songy voice and his raunchy sense of humor, he kept me in stitches all day.

Out of earshot of Angela, of course. Angela was a very quiet woman who would occasionally shoot us dirty looks when we got going a little out of control. I would catch her laughing afterwards from time to time before she would turn away, and her dazzlingly white teeth and sexy smile were really something. I always wished she would wear something besides those boring uniforms, because I thought she probably had one hell of a body on her, but no such luck.

Angela had smooth olive skin and wavy black hair that I so badly wanted to pull out of that band and let cascade over her shoulders. After a few weeks I knew I had a crush on her. Even though she was twice my age, I found her incredibly erotic looking.A couple of times I know she caught me looking at her but she said nothing. I know she looked at me sometimes too, but mostly looked at me looking at girls.

One quiet Monday afternoon I spent as much time as possible selling a blonde woman a slice of mushroom pizza. I leaned forward as I talked to her, my hard-on mashed against the counter as I visually devoured her long banana tits swinging free under the white tank top. Her nipples were trying to explode through the cotton as I tried to talk her into marrying me or at least having a drink after work.

She giggled and said she would think about it. As she reached up and grabbed the slice off the counter I saw a sparse spray of very blonde hair in the hollow under her bronzed arm. I backed away from the counter before I blew a load into my jeans.

Dominic had been observing my efforts and probably also saw the boner that had turned my apron into a tent, as the latest love of my life went over to pay Angela and then waltz out the door and out of my life.

"Boy, these hippie girls are really something, huh David?" Dominic said as she left. "You ought get some of these girls for yourself."

"She was out of sight, wasn't she Dom?" I asked, resisting the urge to tell him that it was tough to get laid when you worked fourteen hours a day.

"She nice alright, just a little skinny for me. I like the girls with the big and the full" Dominic offered as he gestured with his hands on his chest. "Hey, what's with all these hippie girls with the all hair under their arms? That part of the free love thing all you kids do David?"

"I dunno Dom, I don't have any free love thing going on" I answered. "All I know is that I think it's sexy as hell."

With that I told him the story of the girl who stole my innocence this previous fall, Doreen. In between customers I told him my torrid tale, and he was getting all hopped up as I told him of Doreen and her roommate Joni, pausing to adjust himself under his apron. I supposed he was happy to finally hear a story from me, as I had very few tales to show for my nineteen years. After I finished he came up close to me.

"I betcha you gotta big pecker on you, that right David?" he said. 

I was shocked to hear something like that from Dom, and quickly looked over at Angela who was busy counting money and not paying us any mind.

"Uh, no not really Dom" I finally managed to get out. "Just a normal one I guess."

This was the truth, unfortunately. Packed onto my six foot two and two hundred pound frame was a standard barely six inch model. Thick, I'd been told, but not nearly long enough to suit me.

Dom checked the door to make sure no one was coming in and whispered "How'd you like to stick your dick in my Angelina, huh?"

I think the next sound was my jaw crashing onto the floor. I stood and stared at Dominic who, if he was kidding, was showing absolutely no signs of it. Talk about your awkward silences and pregnant pauses! Finally, Dominic chirped in again.

"You don't like my Angelina Davy?" Dom said while sounding a little offended. 

"Geez Dom, no, it... it...it's not that" I said stammering while likely turning a bright beet red. "She's really pretty and all, you know that, but after all she's your..."

"Cuz she tell me that sometimes she sees you looking at her" Dominic said. "Sometimes she thinks that you like what you see when you look. Maybe she wrong?"

Well of course she wasn't wrong. Busted. In my defense, when I was nineteen I did look at just about every woman on the planet, with the same thought in mind.

"Well, we do work together a lot and all" I said weakly. "I just didn't think it was really that obvious. I'm sorry if I offended her... or you."

"I'm not mad" Dominic said as a group of people came in, at last forcing us to break up this conversation. "Angelina, she not mad either. She like you a lot Davy" Dom said while turning away.

Before waiting on the approaching customers Dom swiveled back toward me and whispered "and she'd like to fuck you too Davy. Hey, back to work for us. We talk later."

4. More talk

I staggered around waiting on people, trying to figure out what was going on. Was Dominic trying to see what I would say? Was it a test of sorts for me... or Angela?

I settled on it being Dominic playing a joke on me, and I was tempted to tell him I was going to ask Angela if she had really said that. That would show him, I thought.

That was what I figured, at least until around dinner time when Angela came down around the oven to get some pizza boxes. I slid over to accomodate her, it being a little cramped back there, and we were always bumping into each other.

As Angela reached up for a couple of boxes, her other hand came down and out of sight of the customers, reached right around my apron and gave my unit a most affectionate squeeze. Not a bump or a brush against, but a serious handful.

"How you doin' Davy? Pretty hot back here, huh?" Angela said as she headed back to the register.

Angela was usually quite reserved, and this was so out of character that I was speechless. From over by the storeroom Dom was standing and smiling from ear to ear. Me? I was the only one that was clueless, although it was obvious that I would be learning a lot, and real soon too.

5. It's my prostitute

That was what Dom told me as we stood in the storeroom sucking down brews a couple hours later while the part timers were working out in the restaurant. I think he meant prostate, but that was the way it came out.

"My doctor, he tells me that I gotta trouble with the prostitute, so I can't do the uh-uh so much any more" Dom said. He thrust his hips as he said uh-uh, so I had no trouble understanding him. "It's no fun being fifty in the body and twenty in the brain, you wait and see David."

"I still want to you know, all the time. It's just that well... sometimes it will and sometimes it won't" Dom said motioning downward as I nodded in ignorant sympathy.

"My Angelina though, she like to do it all the time. Boom boom! In the morning or in the night, it don't matter to her what time or where" Dom said in frustration. "Me, I always like it too all the time. The more the better, but now... " Dom's voice trailed off as he looked behind the curtain to see if everything was okay out there.

"So now sometimes if there's a nice boy like you around and Angeline likes them, I share" Dom said with a nervous smile. "I gotta do anything I can to keep her happy, even that. Besides, I gotta admit I like watching too" he said sheepishly.

"I don't know what to say Dom" I told him in complete honesty as he handed me another beer. We didn't sell it there, but Dom always keep some in the back for us.

"Say yes David" Dom told me while touching my shoulder. "Tell me Dominic, I think your wife, she beautiful, and I would love to have her. After all, isn't what you kids say these days, make love not war?"

Just then the curtain opened and Angela peeked in at us.

"I'm gonna leave now Dominic" Angie said while looking over at me cautiously. "You be home the regular time?"

Dominic looked over at me with a raised eyebrow. I looked at him, then at her, before nodding slowly.

Dominic smiled as big a smile as I ever saw on him, and turned back to his wife.

"You betcha!" Dom said gleefully. "We be there Angelina."

Angela gave Dominic a big hug and kiss and turned to go before stopping suddenly and coming over to me. The kiss I got was not quite as passionate as the one she gave her husband, but I'm not sure if Angela ground herself into his crotch the way she did to mine.

Whatever doubts I had about all this disappeared in the time it took me to return her motion with some of my own, and her eyebrows rose when she felt me become rock hard against her almost immediately.

"Don't be late" Angela said as she skipped out the door.

6. Off to meet Angela

I was pretty much in a daze for the rest of the night, screwing up people's orders and being inattentive, and let the others do the bulk of the work. Since it was usually the other way around I didn't feel too guilty about it.

For once Dominic was eager to close up when it got quiet later in the evening. We cleaned the place up and Dom told me to grab a few things to take with me for the trip to his house, which it seemed was going to be an overnighter.

We hopped in Dominic's car, a bright red Mustang convertible, and headed out of town with the top down and the stereo blasting. My fantasy come to life, except for Dominic being there of course.

Dominic and Angela's house was a few miles out of town on the lake, and when I laid eyes on it, I gained a whole new respect for the potential financial implications of peddling pizzas. A beautiful and spacious cottage overlooking the water with an inground pool, the place was incredible even in the dark.

Dom took me around the back to the pool which was dimly lit around the fence that surrounded the deck area, and told me to feel free to take a dip. I had only brought a change of clothes and was not expecting to be swimming in the moonlight, even though the night was warm and the pool inviting. I told Dominic that I didn't have a suit and he laughed.

"Neither do I" he laughed. "What the fuck? Who the hell can see back here anyway?"

Dom had a point, as the property was surrounded by trees and there was a lot of space between neighbors. Dominic had already begun stripping down so I cautiously joined him while looking for Angela, who was nowhere in sight.

Dominic was already naked and had jumped into the pool as I got my pants off and gingerly fell into the warm water. I had to admit that this was really great even though I was still nervous as hell. Dom waded over to me treading water and asked how I liked it.

"Fantastic!" I admitted, thankful that the dim light hid my nakedness as well as the fact that I was swimming naked with a guy over twice my age.

"I do this every night when I come home!" Dom exclaimed. "It really refreshes you after a tough day around the oven."

I was hoping that Angela would come out and join us as this felt real weird, but apparently she wasn't going to, so when Dominic climbed out of the pool I followed right behind. There were towels stacked on the picnic table as well as a couple of robes, one which I eagerly grabbed, to Dominic's amusement.

"You a shy boy huh David?" he grinned as he saw me cover myself quickly. "I saw your stuff already and believe me you got nothing to be ashamed of. Besides, I gonna see it all anyway soon enough, right?"

I laughed the laugh of a nervous nineteen year old kid who was supposedly going to screw the wife of his boss that night. A kid whose sole intercourse experience to date consisted of about ten hours of virtually non-stop screwing nine months ago with two women he hadn't seen before or since. As Dom led me from the patio into his kitchen, I felt like I was the proverbial dead man walking.




Summer 1971: Final Slice



This is the end of Summer 1971. Thanks to those who stuck it out, despite the technological problems that must have confused a whole lot of readers. Thanks to those at Lit for their help.

If you are new to this story, I suggest you at least do a Evelyn Wood number on the earlier three parts so that things make sense. Better yet, read them all very carefully and make yourself and the author very happy.

1. How was it?

I was in the shower when Kenny returned from his encouraged absence, and when I emerged from the stall he wanted details, and he wanted them now!

"Oh man how was it? Like I don't know!" Kenny asked excitedly while throwing me a towel from the top of the hamper. "You lucky fuck! All this time you play the virgin and the innocent and now this? Shit!"

"Nothing happened" I told Kenny, as I dried myself quickly and far more modestly than he had earlier.

"What?"

"Nothing happened" I assured Kenny, as I threw on the robe and headed out to get dressed.

"Why the fuck not?" Kenny asked, hanging on my every word. What a switch this was!

"I dunno, it just seems... wrong" I said with uncertainty. "Without Dom, it just seemed wrong."

"She wanted it though. Damn! I could tell that the minute she walked in the door" Kenny exclaimed. "She only had eyes for you, my man."

I had dressed in world record time and was now heading back into the bedroom to brush my hair before it turned into the Bride of Frankenstein look that it developed when left unattended.

"What the hell is that, an Elmer's Glue dispenser disguised as underwear?" Kenny quipped while looking at my semen filled fruit of the looms lying in the middle of the room. "There's has gotta be a story behind this!"

I brushed my hair while I tried to find the words to explain what I was experiencing, and what I was feeling.

"This is probably no big deal to you, but to me this is... freaky" I said. "She climbed all over me when you left, and I told her I didn't feel good so she would leave me alone. I barely escaped with hand release. Her hand!" I added quickly before continuing.

"She... well, Angela and Dom that is, want us to come to their house for a cookout later. There's going to be more than burgers there, I'm sure" I told him leaving no doubt as to what the 'more' meant.

"Oh shit" Kenny said, now all of a sudden much more reserved. "Well, how do you feel about this Dave? I mean, she's your girl."

"She's not MY girl, you asshole" I said half laughing. "She's Dom's wife, for chrissakes. She's a woman more than twice my age! As for me, I don't care one way or the other. I like them both a lot, but these people are in another world as far as I'm concerned. They're freakin' swingers! They want you there, so of course it's fine with me. What do you think about this? You know more about this stuff than I do."

"ME?" Kenny said incredulously. "If Angela is going to have her clothes off anywhere in this time zone in my lifetime, I'll be there! I just don't want to cramp your style."

"I don't even have a style" I muttered as I threw on a shirt. Frankly, I didn't know what I had, or wanted. 

2. What the hell is this?

We walked the main drag of Lake George much of the afternoon. I told Kenny of what I had experienced this summer, and he listened patiently while fending off the advances of at least four seriously fuckable females enroute. Around four o'clock we ended up back at my apartment, and I gathered up some stuff.

"What are you bringing?" Kenny asked as I threw a few things in a gym bag.

"Just bring clothes to change into in the morning, and a toothbrush" I suggested.

"Didn't you say they had a swimming pool? Kenny asked. "I was hoping to swim a little while I was up here, and it's hotter than hell. I'll bring the suit."

"Well yes, they do have a built-in pool, and it's unbelievable" I told Kenny. "But you won't need a bathing suit. If you wore one, one of them would probably rip it off you."

"What the hell do you have me getting into here Dave?" Kenny asked, and for that I didn't really have an answer.

We drove up along the lake in Kenny's car, and yes, he had gotten yet another parking ticket for which his mother would probably feel the financial wrath at sometime in the future, when he was safely back at school in Colorado.

There was another car that I didn't recognize in the driveway when we got to Dominic and Angela's just before five that afternoon. It was still hotter than hell, and I was looking forward to that dip in the pool, and with considerable trepidation at what would follow. 

We walked along the path on the side of the house, and Kenny's usually extensive vocabulary had been reduced to two words.

"Holy shit" was all he could manage as we entered the area behind the house and he caught sight of the view of Lake George that peeked from between the branches in the yard. "All this from selling slices of pizza?"

"That was pretty much what I thought when I first saw it" I assured Kenny, as we opened the gate to the pool area.

My initial question about the owner of the car was immediately answered, as I saw the girl we had just hired talking to Dominic. He was busy trying to get a pit of charcoal fired up, and Lisa, our new cashier who I had met for about five seconds yesterday before we left, was yakking away to Dominic.

"Oh shit, that's the girl from your place" Kenny said under his breath to me, and when Lisa saw Kenny come into the backyard, she abandoned Dominic and flew over to greet us. Kenny, I mean.

"Oh hi Kenny!" Lisa gushed after ever so briefly nodding toward me, her future boss. "Angela said you'd be here."

Lisa was wearing a white tank top that clearly displayed her wares, and although the sight of her tits was pleasant enough, I could tell that Kenny was less than overjoyed by her presence. I thought he considered her less of an attraction than a distraction.

What did I think? I thought that Angela had invited Lisa to occupy Kenny. Perhaps I was being a tad presumptuous at thinking that, but at least; that's the way it felt to me.

Anyway, Lisa latched onto Kenny like static cling, so I wandered over to watch Dominic and give him a hand. Kenny followed right behind me with Lisa in hot pursuit. I thanked Dominic as profusely as humanly possible for the tickets, and along with Kenny gave him the rundown on the incredible concert and the great seats.

"Hey, I'm glad everything went good for you boys" Dom said while finally getting the charcoal blazing.

Kenny was distracted by the sight of Angela coming out of the house with food. She had changed into a lime green robe that went about half way down her thighs, but kept everything under wraps. Kenny and I helped Angela out with all the stuff, and I took note of a half dozen hunks of beef that looked like softballs.

"What the hell are those?" I whispered to Kenny, displaying my ignorance quietly.

"I think that they're filet mignon, but I'm not sure" Kenny offered. While we were both from middle class families who really had nothing to complain about financially, if the word steak was ever mentioned around our houses it would likely have have been preceeded by the word chuck, cube or salisbury.

They were indeed filet mignon, and so once again I was introduced to something new by Angela and Dom. The meal was incredible, with baked potatoes and salad, and a steak so tender I was cutting it with my fork. Kenny and I exchanged glances that clearly indicated that this was one hell of a way to live.

3. After dinner delights

We sat around the pool, drinking Pina Coladas and soaking up the last of the late afternoon sun before it began hiding behind the trees.

"I'm going to change into my bathing suit and swim, is that okay?" Lisa asked.

"How long do you have to wait to swim after eating, anyway?" I asked.

"Half hour I think" Dom suggested. "Should be okay now, but you don't need a suit around here Lisa. We're very casual here, and hidden too! Nobody can see you but us!" Dom claimed while waving at the tree lined property.

Lisa laughed and promptly skipped into the house, apparently to change clothes, while Angela chuckled.

"I think that Lisa, she's thinking that you kid her" Angela suggested, as she began cleaning up the picnic mess. Both Kenny and I jumped up and helped her. Perfect gentlemen were we, although I think Kenny mainly wanted to get close to Angela.

Since I had tasted the pleasures already, I gave Kenny room to operate. Besides, during dinner Angela had waited until I looked her way, and then slowly spread her legs wide open, while sitting innocently on the lawn chair eating. The lime green robe parted for a second to reveal that underneath the robe there was nothing blocking the view of Angela's furry valley. An unnecessary reminder, need I add?

Lisa bounced out to the patio in a pink bikini that would have gotten a lot more of our attention if it weren't for the competition. Her seemed to have a cute pair of titties on her, and I was inspired by the bottom of the suit. It was cut way too briefly to hide the fact that the strawberry blonde hair on her head was really that color.

"Am I the only one that's going to swim?" Lisa complained, pouting a little with her hands on her hips as she stood next to the pool.

"Hell no Lisa, I'm coming in!" Dom said, and in a minute he had stripped down and ran past a very surprised Lisa and jumped into the water, as naked as could be.

Kenny and I exchanged amused glances and after shrugging, I began taking off my clothes. Kenny soon followed and in a minute we were bare assed too, and walked past Lisa and to the pool's edge. Poor innocent Lisa was in a state of shock at this point, I thought, but not too stunned to give Kenny a thorough examination. Lisa seemed mostly focused on that modest little wiggling weiner with considerable interest. Have patience grasshopper, was the thought that crossed my mind as she looked at his pecker. I pictured how much different she would be looking later when that thing got angry.

Dom was treading water and also looking at Kenny's unit with a quizzical look on his face. I regretted telling him about Kenny now, because he was looking him over like Lisa was, only Dom was waiting for the big show.

We eased our way into the refreshing water and splashed around a bit, leaving Lisa standing out there looking confused.

"Hop in Lisa!" Dominic encouraged her, as she looked like she either was going to take off her bikini or flee. We watched with interest as she started to make little moves that suggested she might untie her top.

"I don't know... I feel silly all alone here" Lisa said with uncertainty. "What about Angela, is she going to wear a suit?"

Angela had just come out of the house and was coming up behind Lisa. Deftly, she must have grabbed the string because Lisa's top came undone, exposing her little treasures. Another girl who had apparently gone braless most of her life, as her breasts were of the fried egg variety. Cute enough, I thought, but I feared I was spoiled.

"Suit, don't be silly! I don't even have a suit Lisa!" Angela said. "I'll be back out in a minute" Angela remarked as she chuckled at Lisa cupping her hands over her breasts in surprise.

As Angela brought the cooking utensils back into the house, Lisa finally let the top fall off her and then tugged down the bottoms, exposing a richly forested mound that looked good enough to eat. 

Lisa only had eyes for Kenny though, as after she got into the water she was all over him. Kenny was playing along, but with one eye on the patio door waiting for Angela's return. He didn't have long to wait, as Angela soon came out and joined us.

"Looks like it's refreshing in there!" Angela said. "You got room for one more?"

"We'll squeeze together if we have to!" Kenny said, and Angela laughed and let her robe slide off her shoulders.

She was naked underneath, and my eyes went to the others to see their reactions. It was hard to tell who was more awestruck, Kenny or Lisa, as they stared open mouthed at Angela, who was giving them a real show in a very casual way.

She came over and dipped her toe in the water right in front of us, before walking around to the steps at the other end, giving everyone the full view from the front, side and back. I was standing next to the side wall as Lisa gasped softly and whispered to Kenny.

"Oh my god" Lisa hissed toward Kenny. 

I felt for Lisa, as she was clearly intimidated by Angela, much like I would likely be feeling later if this night went as planned. Angela walked into the water and glided toward us effortlessly.

"Oooh that feels good" Angela said as she joined us, putting her arm over my shoulder. "How you guys like it in here?"

They murmured that it was great and they were having a lot of fun. Lisa had been trying to climb on Kenny's lap, this despite the fact that he was standing along the wall and not really doing much to cooperate with the effort. I saw Kenny's face recoil in shock as Angela slid in between Lisa and Kenny. I realized that her hand was working under the water, and by the delighted expression on Kenny's face I could tell what was going on.

"Mmmmmm, very interesting" Angela exclaimed while winking at me. "Davy, I guess he wasn't kidding around when he tell about you. Here Lisa, grab a handful."

Lisa had no idea what Angela was talking about, so Angela grabbed Lisa's hand and forced it down underwater. Kenny groaned and rose out of the water a foot, supporting himself with his elbows on the border of the pool. Apparently Angela had led Lisa to the promised land because she suddenly gasped and burst out laughing.

"Holy shit!" Lisa said as she seemed to be stroking Kenny's cock, judging by the motions she was making and his moans and squirming. Angela had now come over to me and began groping me now while Dominic treaded water, surveying the entire scene with an amused look on his face.

Things were really heating up in the pool and I wondered what was going to come next. Dominic answered that question soon enough by getting out of the pool and miking up another pitcher of pina coladas.

"Hey," Dom shouted, "why don't we have a drink and then we can get into the house and get really, you know, comfortable. It gonna be dark pretty soon anyway, and the mosquitos gonna eat us up tonight, it's so muggy."

The four of us dutifully made our way over to the steps of the pool and walked over to the patio table where Dominic was playing bartender. Dom seemed mesmerized by the sight of us coming toward him, and as we gathered around to suck down some of his frosty concoctions, I saw what he was staring at.

It seemed that as a result of first Angela's, and then Lisa's manipulation of Kenny's equipment, Kenny had developed what I guessed you might call an almost erection. His cock wasn't pointing straight up, but it sure wasn't the limp noodle he had gone into the pool with.

His cock swayed in front of him like the trunk of an elephant, and it would not be much of an exaggeration to say that it hung down almost to his knees. As you recall, Kenny's a slightly built guy, so that only made the sight even more surreal.

Lisa was looking at it with a mixture of lust and fear, Dominic was gawking at it, and even Angela was giving it the eye. Meanwhile, I stood there making every effort NOT to look, and tried to be subtle about trying to coax a little life into my member so as not to be too shamed.

Angela, as I expected, was the one to break the ice, as she came over to Lisa and put her bronze arm around Lisa's skinny pale shoulder. I immediately stopped trying to wake up my dick, as it was as excited as the rest of me was becoming. I imagined what it would be like to watch Angela go at it with Lisa, and my mind raced to try and keep up with what was going on in real time in front of me.

'Lisa, what you think about Kenny? That's some pecker he got on him, huh?" Angela asked while running her hand slowly up and down Lisa's arm. I could see Lisa shudder as Angela kept lightly stroking her. Was she excited or scared? I could not be sure about her, but as for me, now that was another story.

Everything aroused me about this scene, and I moved to hide myself as I was now as hard as a rock. Such complete opposites, each so very attractive in their own ways, and together they looked magnificent. 

Angela was just a little taller, but far more solidly built than Lisa, whose thin frame looked even more frail next to Angela. Angela's jet black hair and bronze skin were stark contrasts to Lisa's strawberry blonde hair and paler skin tone. That all combined with Angela being the aggressive forty year old and Lisa the now-meek and intimidated eighteen year old made them the most odd couple since... me and Kenny, I suppose.

We ended up going into the house, Kenny and I exchanging glances of amazement and excitement as we grabbed robes from the never-ending supply they seemed to have there. I was relieved to be able to hide my erection as we followed Angela down the hall and into the bedroom.

4. It's hotter inside

"There, this is much better, right?" Angela asked as she turned on the soft lighting and brought Lisa over next to the bed. Lisa was looking around to each of us for advice, but the three of us guys were of no help. Angela, now she had some ideas of her own.

"Let's just get rid of this thing, Lisa darling. You're so pretty." Angela whispered as she pulled off the robe that the girl had just put on. "I think I know what the boys want to see, don't you Lisa?"

I don't think Lisa knew what we wanted to see, or exactly what was going on, but she found out quick as Angela cupped Lisa's head in her hands and drew her close. When Angela's lush full lips found Lisa's quivering mouth I thought I would explode.

Lisa's eyes were wide open, and almost popped out of their sockets as Angela kissed her with a passion that I was very familiar with. I saw an entire range of emotions flash by in seconds as Lisa first looked like she was going to tear away from Angela's grasp and run. 

Lisa's eyes then began to glaze over a bit, and seconds later she was accepting the kiss, and then returning the affection. Their bodies ground into each other, and as Angela's breasts mashed into Lisa's, I let out an involuntary gasp. This was not noticed by anyone, as they were probably doing as little gasping of their own by then.

Angela kissed Lisa's collarbone and shoulders, sliding around behind her and burrowing herself into the back of Lisa's neck. Lisa was facing the rest of us as we were in a semi-circle around the two of them. Lisa was now completely out of it, her head falling backwards and her eyes rolling back in their sockets.

Angela's hands came around Lisa, sliding under her arms and cupping her breasts. Angela took Lisa's apple-sized tits into her palms, kneading them with a slow and sensous intensity. The pointy little nipples were already aroused to begin with, and this attention seemed to make them even harder.

Angela worked her way back around and was now facing Lisa, whose knees were trembling by this point. Mine were too, as Angela took Lisa's hands and brought them up to her breasts. The sight of those little freckled hands trying to lift and squeeze those huge tits almost made me lose it right then and there, and I had to turn away for a second.

"Ohhhh, that's it... so nice" Angela said softly as she looked over toward me and winked, clearly enjoying the affection as well as the effect it had on all of us. A glance toward Kenny found his cock now fully erect as he gawked at the women. Dominic was alternating between watching his wife and Lisa pawing each other and staring at Kenny's cock, which was now wildly bouncing around in front of him like a diving board.

Angela's head began rolling lazily around her shoulders, and she pulled her hair back to allow Lisa easier access to her bountiful bosom. Lisa seemed distracted by the sight of the thick tufts of black hair sprouting from under Angela's arms as she hefted those weighty globes. 




Summer 1971: Final Slice



I was really surprised when Kenny reached over and ran his fingers through the lush dense growth under Angela's arms. Angela's reaction was a gentle sigh and a look in my direction to see if I was interested.

"You a guy that like the hair under the arms like Davy does, Kenny?" Angela purred.

"I never thought much about it before" Kenny said while stroking softly. "I guess I must like it. I've never seen so much before. It looks incredibly sexy on you."

"You not scared of a little hair are you then Kenny?" Angela kidded. "I gotta lot of hair somewhere else too, if you didn't notice it before."

Angela took Kenny's hand from her armpit and put it down between her legs, running it through the immense bush.

"Yeah, I saw that before, but it feels even better than it looks" Kenny said.

"Lisa, she got a lot of pussy hair too, don't you Lisa?" Angela said to Lisa, who was now as embarrassed as she was thoroughly confused. Now she had Angela and Kenny's hands raking through her strawberry blonde bush.

"Look at Kenny's dick, Lisa." Angela said in a husky voice as the hands continued to work between Lisa's legs. "See how long Kenny's pecker is? Ever see one like that before? Ever have one that big in your pussy before? How about your mouth Lisa?"

Lisa could only shake her head in response as she looked at Kenny's cock still bobbing lazily in front of him, as hard as a rock. So stiff, it had curved a little bit upward by this point. The only problem for Lisa was that Kenny had been staring at Angela all that time.

Angela whispered something in Lisa's ear and then reached over to Kenny and drew him even closer to them. Lisa dutifuly knelt down in front of Kenny and grabbed his cock by the base with both hands. Angela was next to Kenny, and she began toying with his nipples as Lisa took the tip of his cock in her mouth.

I was right next to all of this and for the first time got a really close look at Kenny's erect cock. It was an impressive but peculiar weapon to be sure. Emerging from the tiny tuft of hair above it, Kenny's cock was rather thick at the base. The shaft's thickness tapered as it neared the tip, and the head of his member was about the size of a gumdrop. The thing looked sort of like a spear, but there was no getting around the length of that weapon. It had to be a foot long.

Angela knelt beside Lisa and they began taking turns sucking Kenny's cock, passing it back and forth like a joint. Kenny groaned as they began licking along the sides of his dick at the same time, their own mouths meshing together at the tip as they tortured the relatively tiny head with their dueling tongues.

"Ohhhhhhh shit!" Kenny groaned as they worked on him. Strands of cum dribbled out of the glistening tip as the women headed back down the shaft. Angela grabbed Kenny low hanging nut sack and began squeezing his balls, making Kenny moan once more. 

I heard a little groan from over in Dom's direction, and when I looked I saw that Dom was pulling on his cock while intently staring at the action. He had moved alongside Lisa, and I watched in amazement as he began ejaculating on Lisa. Long stringy stands of cum sprayed on Lisa's back and shoulders as Dom leaned over her and coaxed out every last drop. If Lisa noticed what had just happened she didn't give any indication, as she was concentrating on sucking Kenny's dick.

Angela noticed it, however, and began licking the semen off of Lisa after cleaning the helmet of Dom's unsheathed cock with her tongue and smiling up at him. Kenny was looking at me and shaking his head while Lisa held the base of his cock in her fists while sucking vigorously on the rest. 

Angela got up from giving Lisa a tongue bath and pulled Lisa back onto the bed. Angela held the girl's hands back above her head, and looked up at Kenny, who knew what was expected. As Angela kissed Lisa's forehead, Kenny climbed between her spread thighs. He took his cock and ran it up and down the length of Lisa's pussy, and you could see the moisture shining on Kenny's dick each time it emereged from the slit.

Lisa was squirming at this, and clearly wanted more, but Kenny continued to rub his cock up and down the opening. Finally, when it seemed like Lisa was going to climb out of her skin, Kenny slid a little bit of his dick inside of her.

"Aaaaaaaaaah" Lisa cried out, as she got a couple of inches of Kenny inside her. More moans and groans accompanied each little thrust of Kenny's, and Lisa wrapped her legs around Kenny and tried to pull him closer.

"More... please more... need more... oh man!" Lisa gasped, as Kenny kept teasing her. Finally, one gentle thrust of Kenny's didn't stop with the first couple of inches. He kept sliding it in, very slowly, and I watched in amazement as inch after inch of Kenny's cock disappeared inside that furry grotto.

Lisa's back arched in response, and it almost looked like a scene from the Exorcist when Lisa rose off of the bed, her arms restrained by Angela. Kenny was now in right to the balls as Lisa thrashed around, legs still wrapped around him. She was making unearthly screams and jerking her head back and forth in the midst of an earthshaking orgasm. Angela and I exchanged glances as the remarkable display eased and Lisa's back returned to the bed. I climbed around and met Angela on the other side of the bed. There was no doubt what either of us wanted, and I dove onto her and rammed my cock into her warm wetness.

I humped Angela like an animal, violently thrusting into her, and she slammed back into me with equal force. She was so incredibly wet that the slapping sounds our bodies were making almost sounded like splashing.

Angela came almost immediately, and I knew that I would not be able to last long. She was coming again when I felt my orgasm coming, and she screamed when she felt my seed erupt into her. I kept thrusting away after my orgasm subsided and for whatever reason my erection wouldn't go.

I became aware that we were now the center of attention. Lisa and Kenny had apparently finished, since Lisa looked like she was in a coma. Kenny had come over alongside us and knelt by the side of the bed, watching intently as I kept grinding into Angela.


I rolled onto my side to give my knees a break and got a different angle of peneration into Angela, who seemed to approve. My cock was not rock hard, but stayed plenty firm enough as I fell into a steady rhythm.

"Mmmm... my Davy, he's so good" Angela said while looking at Kenny.

"He must be, because I would have come long ago being inside of you" Kenny commented, while reaching over and fondling Angela's breasts which were still quite formidable looking despite her being on her back.

"Oh Davy, he come already" Angela said. "He just keep it up all the time. He's my man. He still so hard and he feel so good in my pussy." 

This dirty talk by Angela never failed to inspire me, and if I wasn't hard before, I sure as hell was now, as it overcame any insecurity I had about being watched.

"Angelina, why don't suck on Kenny's cock while Davy screws you?" Dom suggested as he pulled on himself.

Angela bounced on the bed until she worked her way around so that she could reach Kenny's dick. Kenny knelt over her head with that ridiculously long weapon at half mast, and she took him into her mouth. As I rocked into her from below Angela sucked away, and I couldn't get over the incredible elasticity of Kenny's cock as Angela stretched it with her mouth like it was rubber.

Dominic tried to climb aboard too, and the two of them were then at each side of Angela, who tried to go back and forth between the two of them. The position was just too awkward however, and although Dominic seemed intent in getting both of them in her mouth at the same time, it wasn't working. I couldn't help noticing that Dom wasn't too shy about rubbing his dick against Kenny's either.

When Angela resumed sucking Kenny's cock exclusively, I felt the old feeling rise within me. I began thrusting hard and fast into her, and in a minute she had taken Kenny out of her mouth, apparently so she didn't bite it as she came. I followed right after, and what my orgasm may have lacked in seed was more than made up for in a particularly electric sensation as I spasmed into her.

I was spent in more ways than one, and slowly pulled myself out of Angela and rolled off to watch. Lisa was beside me, looking dazed and confused at what was going on around her. Dominic had come over at sit on the edge of the bed and began squeezing her doughy boobs while his wife went to work on Kenny.

Angela had swung over so she was sitting on the edge of the bed in front of the standing Kenny. Angela had her hands around the base of Kenny's cock and started sucking wildly on the six inches or so that remained. Her hands were clenched tightly around the shaft while the mouth did magical things around the head.

Kenny was looking down at Angela, running his fingers through her jet black hair, as he enjoyed the churning motion of her hands. She began taking Kenny longer and deeper into her mouth, and soon she took one of her hands off the base and began kneading his huge nut sack roughly, churning and rolling those oversized balls in her palm. Dominic left Lisa and came around to watch his wife try and gobble Kenny's pole.

"Oh, that's it Angelina, suck that big cock" Dominic said while putting his arm around Kenny's shoulder. "How's my wife doing with that thing, huh Kenny?"

"Oh, fan... fantastic" Kenny groaned with delight. "She's unbelievable!"

"Just don't come in her mouth, okay?" Dom asked and Kenny nodded agreement.

"Don't ever wanna come" Kenny said, as Angela kept working that weapon further in to her mouth. "Oh man it feels so good."

"Anybody ever take your whole thing in their mouth Kenny?" Dom asked excitedly.

"Almost" Kenny said, and I watched with amazement as Angela worked even further down the shaft, her nose now grazing his pubic hair.

"How long your thing is Kenny? Don't tell me you don't know either!" Dominic said while Angela went down at least three quarters of the way down the pale shaft.

"Depends on... arrrrgggh... oh shit!" Kenny yelped as Angela drew back up and down almost savagely. "Depends on where you're supposed to measure it from oh geez! Eleven... twelve... thirteen... doesn't matter... it's too skinny though!"

While Dom vehemently diagreed with Kenny's assessment, Angela looked up at Kenny and slowly pulled back up the length of his glistening rod. After she had taken it all back out of her mouth except the tip, she nibbled and licked the head. Then, ever so slowly, Angela's lush red lips began sliding back down the shaft, slowly taking him in inch by inch. This time she didn't stop.

"Aaaaarrrrggghh" Kenny yelled, as Angela's nose and lips disappeared into his tuft of pubic hair.

"Damn Angelina, you got it all!" Dominic screamed, as his wife looked up at us and winked, before sliding back up to the tip and finally letting it spring out of her mouth.

"Knew I could do it!" Angela said proudly as Kenny's freed prick swayed in front of her, a long string of pre-cum dripping off the helmet. Kenny was speechless and could only look down in amazement.

Dom the director, had me lay down on my back while Angela mounted me. Dominic apparently wanted Kenny to fuck her in the ass at the same time, and was applying some lubricant to Angela's anus. I felt some of the goo slide down onto my balls, and was startled when Dominic apparently reached down and scooped the excess lubricant off my sack.

Kenny followed Dom's instructions and climbed behind Angela. I could tell what was going on by the expressions on Angela's face. She closed her eyes and leaned over until she was on top of me.

"You like this Davy?" Angela whispered to me.

"Sure" I offered, as all I had to do was lay there, not being able to do much more beheath all this flesh. I swear I could feel Kenny's cock in her ass bumping into my dick as he penetrated Angela a little deeper.

"It turn you on to have your friend fuck me in the ass Davy?" Angela grunted as Kenny started sliding in and out of her. "Get you excited that he sticking that big thing in my ass while you in my pussy?"

It occurred to me that Angela must have thought that I was like Dominic, and wanted to watch her get screwed by other guys. While I do admit to not turning away while it was going on, I much preferred doing the deed myself. Still, I didn't know what to say, or whether this excited her like it did her husband.

"I like being inside you most of all" I told her as her body lurched in response to Kenny's thrusts. It seemed I could feel Kenny's balls dragging across me when he moved, and I tried to keep that thought out of my mind.

I had something else to occupy my thoughts now, as Dominic apparently wanted to have Angela give him head while this was going on. Dom climbed over me, and when I saw the view that was to come, I screwed my eyes shut and pushed my skull into the pillow to get as far away as I could from what was going to happen.

It was tough to keep my erection with all that was going on around me, things that really didn't do a whole lot to excite me, so instead I concentrated on the noises Angela was making as she sucked Dom's dick.

"Gonna cum!" Kenny yelled out suddenly, and I could tell when he ejaculated because Angela's pussy contracted violently around my cock with each spurt. This caused me to start shooting myself, and Angela was spasming away in response to both of us. Dom might have been coming too, but I was not going to open my eyes to see, and instead enjoyed my own orgasm to the fullest degree possible.

At some point in the festivities, Lisa had left us, apparently able to gather her things and sneak out the door without any of us noticing. It didn't stop the rest of us from continuing to have fun, however. 

The combination of drink and exhaustion did me in at some point around midnight, and I had to get filled in on the details of what happened from Kenny the next night.

4. Tying up the loose ends

Kenny left for college a couple of days later, after we spent a night on the town when I got out of work the next day. We had one hell of a time, in addition to an incredible conversation, which will be detailed in a future story.

As for Lisa, we never saw her again. She never came back to A Slice of Italy, not even to pick up her check for the day she worked. I guess the whole scene was too much for her. That I could relate to, as it was not a situation you ran into everyday.

The summer flew by, and I had a couple more incredible nights with Angela, and Dom. The sex was incredible, and my uneasiness grew as I felt Angela becoming more and more... attached? I wouldn't be so forward to suggest it was love, but it was way past casual.

I worked the summer through Labor Day, as I had promised, and told them I would come back for some of the busy weekends in the fall. We actually had a tearful goodbye of sorts when I left Labor Day night, as school was waiting.

Dominic hepled me to the car with my things and we exchanged handshakes and a hug. I had really enjoyed working for and with them, and I knew they were pleased with my work too. 

I sensed that Dominic was happy in a way that summer was gone and I would be less of a presence in their lives. I think he must have sensed that there was something more there, more than the casual flings they may have had with others.

"You are a good boy David" Dom said as I closed my trunk lid. "You think maybe you like to come back next summer?"

"You know Dom, I had an incredible summer. You really made me feel welcome" I said while resisting the urge to say I felt like part of his family.

"I think that maybe I'll do some summer classes at school next year" I said to Dom, and it wasn't my imagination when I saw his mood brighten a little. "My grades weren't all that great last year, and I should buckle down this year."

"That's smart for you David" Dom said. "Get your self set up so you don't have to work like me all your life."

When I thought of the way he lived and what he had made of himself, I knew it would not be very likely that I could match that, and in fact I would be damn proud of myself if I did.

"We never had anybody that was like you David" Dom said, getting a little choked up. "You a real go-getter, a good worker and a good boy, and we both love you, me and Angela."

Dominic bruskly shoved an envelope in my hand and spun around to head back into A Slice of Italy. Angela was standing in the window, right next to the counter where we had one of our little adventures. She waved at me when I looked that way, and then she turned away quickly and left the window.

I got into the car and headed down the main drag, which at midnight on Labor Day had become something of a ghost town. Before getting on the interstate, I pulled over and looked at the envelope Dom had given me.

There was a card inside signed by Dom and Angela, thanking me for everything. Inside the card was my check for the last week, and behind that, some bills with a rubber band around them and a little note that said "for books".

All twenties, and I didn't bother counting them, because there wers so many it was clear that my book costs were no longer a factor. Fucking Dom, and fucking Angela was all I could think as I headed home. What a summer.

Epilogue.

I made yearly summer stops to A Slice of Italy, and Angela and Dom always greeted me warmly as I would keep them up to date on my life. They were as thrilled as I was when I graduated from college, and years later I brought my year old son up for his first taste of pizza.

The look on Angela's face when she looked at my boy was tough for me to take. She was so clearly happy for me, yet you could see in her eyes what she was thinking. 

My visits grew more sporatic, and one year when I went up, A Slice of Italy was no more. It was now another shlocky tourist trap with typical stuff like cheap t-shirts and sunglasses. I asked the people running the place what happened to Dom and Angela and was told they had sold the place and retired.

About ten years back, I happened to be flipping through the newspaper and my eye caught a familiar name in the obituary column. Prominent local resort business owner passes away. Dom had died. The wake was that afternoon just outside Lake George, so I drove up to pay my respects.

When I entered the funeral home, Angela was busy being surrounded by a group of people, so I walked over to the casket.

How tiny Dom looked, and how old he had become, I noticed. Whenever I had thought about him over the years, I always pictured the Super Mario character bouncing around the pizzeria. This man was ancient and bore no resemblance to the guy I remembered so fondly.

"Davy?"

I recognized the familiar voice, and turned to face Angela. 

"Oh Angela, I'm so sorry" I said as she hugged me tightly and sobbed into my shoulder.

"Oh Davy, thank you so much for coming" Angela said.

She had aged too, but actually still looked as hot as a seventy year old woman could. We exchanged pleasantries, and Angela brought me over to meet a few of her friends. When she introduced me, one of the woman whispered in her ear and Angela nodded and smiled while looking over toward me.

This other woman, who looked like Mama Celeste, leaned over to me and kissed me on the cheek before saying something in Italian to Angela. Angela responded and shook her finger at the woman.

It took me a second to figure out what was going on, before I caught on that this woman must be one of Angela and Dom's "party friends" that they had once referred to. I fought to keep from laughing, but it was so tough that tears were coming down my face as the memories came back to me.

I was one of the last to leave, as Angela introduced me to a whole lot of people. I found it amusing to try and figure out which friends were friends, and which ones were something more than that. In a way it was like looking at a reunion of the cast of Deep Throat, as I tried to picture them as they were.




Summer 1971: Final Slice



When I said goodbye to Angela, she thanked me once again for coming. She had told me that they had bought a place in Florida when they retired and had been coming back up to their Lake George place just for the summers, since she hated winter up here. She was now going to move down to Florida full time, with no relatives of hers left up here.

"Down there, I can swim all the time!" Angela said, and I resisted the urge to ask her if she wore a bathing suit these days.

"You know, if you want you could stick around until everybody goes, Davy" Angela said with a familiar glint in her eye. 

"Dom, you know that he wouldn't mind" Angela winked as she continued. "Just so long as we kept the lid of the casket up so he could see."

Angela was only kidding. That is, I think she was kidding. We exchanged addresses and hugged once more at the door.

"We had one hell of a summer, didn't we Davy? Angela whispered in my ear.

"I never had a better one" I told her, and truer words had never crossed my lips.

We exchanged Christmas cards for a few years afterward, and Angela always told me to come down to visit. One year she added a note that I should bring my wife and we could really relive old times. That one took some fancy explaining on my part.

The cards stopped a couple of years ago. I could find out what happened, and maybe I should, but I've resisted the urge because I fear the logical answer. I'd rather keep her alive in my mind, just the way she was. 

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Summer 1971: Second Slice



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The second installment....

I woke up in a strange bed will a dull ache that extended from head to toe. The smell of bacon filled the air and the aroma was intoxicating, but I felt like at least a brief shower was a necessity before going out to face the world.

As my body relaxed under the soothing feel of the warm spray, my mind tried to sort out everything that had taken place. The thing that I was most concerned about was how the events of last night would affect my relationship with Dom and Angela. Would they treat me differently and would it affect my job? Could I actually work with these people after all this?

After I got out of the shower I quickly toweled off and after putting on my robe from the night before, went out to join my employers. Angela was cooking breakfast and I greeted her warmly while hoping for the best.

Angela was also in her robe and smiled wide when she saw me. It was just like being home, except I couldn't ever remember Mom skipping over and giving me a good morning kiss that involved a tonsil check, or a quick honk of my horn through the robe for that matter. Good morning to you too.

Angela sent me out to the patio, where Dom was already enjoying the beautiful morning by taking a swim, sans trunks as was the custom here. I sat in a patio chair and looked out at the lake below through the trees. Small power boats were flying past and just coming up the middle of the water was the Minnie-ha-ha, a big cruise boat that took tourists up and down the lake all summer. 

Judging by the position of the sun it was likely after ten or so, but it was getting warm already. It being Tuesday, A Slice of Italy was closed, and I was planning to go home and say hello to my folks, as well as do my laundry for free.

Angela came out with a tray of breakfast for me which included everything you could possibly ask for; bacon, eggs, toast coffee and juice delivered poolside by Angela. Angela was looking incredible even at this early hour, and without make-up besides. She looked even better when she shed her robe and plopped into a patio chair across from me. She reclined the chair a bit, put on a pair of shades and laid there stark naked soaking up the morning sun.

I usually read the paper with breakfast but that was out of the question with this view in front of me. Lake George was beautiful but came in second place this morning. Life can be such a pain much of the time, but then there are moments like this that make it all worthwhile.

"Hey David, I gonna go down to the shop in a little bit so if you want a lift... " Dominic said as he climbed out of the pool and provided me a rather graphic view that I chose to avoid.

"Thanks Dom, I gotta go down visit my folks this afternoon" I answered while Dominic padded into the kitchen."

I was finishing up my breakfast as Angela sighed and put her hands behind her neck and pushed further back down into the chair. My eyes devoured those gorgeous eggplant shaped breasts with the massive dark crimson aureola. Those incredibly contoured underarms swirling with dense hair so astonishingly black it was almost a new color all it's own. A stomach so flat that it...

"Davy, you gonna eat or stare at me all morning. Your breakfast is getting cold" Angela scolded without even looking over at me. Was she peeking or did she know that she was so unbelievably drop dead gorgeous that I couldn't NOT look?

"Uh, can I do both?" I suggested, finishing up the last of my toast and washing it down with juice.

"Well, if you keep looking at me like that you gonna make me horny" Angela said matter-of-factly. "If you didn't have enough to eat, then come over and eat my pussy."

"Huh?"

"You heard me all right Davy" Angela announced loudly. "All last night nobody even go down on me once. What's the matter, are you one of those macho guys that don't go down on women?"

"Um... er... no, I eat every thing that gets put in front of me." This I said with a great deal of confusion which had to be obvious in the tone of my voice. "But uh... Dominic, he's not..."

"He don't care Davy, because he's not much of a pussy eater anyway" Angela said, and then yelled "Hey Dominic! Davy wants to know if it's alright if he goes down on me!"

"Sheez! I didn't say..." was all I could manage to get out before Dom chimed in.

"What the hell do I care?" Dom yelled out from the kitchen window. I'm just getting my coffee. After all, I didn't get waited on like some people" he teased.

"See? It's okay with him and it's okay with me!" Angela declared, and she promptly put her heels on the edge of her seat and spread her legs wide, giving me a gynocologists view that made me light-headed. 

The total absurdity of the situation was overwhelmed by my lust for Angela, so I set my plate aside and went over to her. I knelt between her legs and ran my hand through the rich forest surrounding her womanhood, and my hand stirred up the intoxicating aroma of a woman in heat.

"Please be sure and tell me if I do anything wrong," I said, "because I don't have much experience at this."

Twice before, to be exact, but I was more than eager to learn. Angela made it easy for me to get started by yanking the robe off my shoulders, grabbing me by the hair and pulling me toward her. My tongue found the opening already moist and I began swirling around. In the daylight it was much easier, I discovered.

Angela started breathing heavier and began moaning softly while her hands ran through my hair and ground me into her.

"That's nice... so very nice" Angela said. "Now this is how a man really takes care of his woman" and I sensed that Dominic had joined the party. A glance up and to the right confirmed his presence. He was sporting some morning wood of his own and was jerking himself off next to Angela while watching attentively as I licked the wife from stem to stern.

When Angela started ripping my hair out of my head, I figured that I was on the right track. When she screamed out, I was sure. They had neighbors, and they weren't that far away either, but that was not going to keep these two from letting it all hang out.

I kept my nose to the grindstone, which must have been buried deep in her pussy, and just kept flailing away with my tongue. It had long passed wet and we were into the dripping phase in that furry grotto when Angela began grabbing for my scalp again. She came quieter this time, but no less violently, and she clamped her legs around my neck this time as she bucked beneath me.

As her body began to stop shaking I heard Dominic yell to his wife "Here Angelina here!"

I looked up to see Dom ejaculating all over Angela's face, as he apparently tried and failed to stick it in her mouth before he came. All over his wife's face he shot his load, and Angela yelled as Dom got her square in the eye.

"You son of a bitch! That burns!" Angela screamed as she clawed at her eyes to try and get the goo out. I buried my face back in the safety of her pussy and fought to try not to laugh, in case she was really pissed. 

Holy shit! This wasn't exactly Ward and June Cleaver, or even Rob and Laura Petrie playing out above my head. It was hilarious though, and even funnier when Angela threw a plastic cup at Dominic's laughing ass as he ran for the safety of the house. It was fortunate that Angela was laughing too, or else she might have snapped my neck with her calves.

Mmmm... and what great calves they were, I thought to myself. My hands went lightly up and down their silky smoothness before I slowly pulled them from around my neck. Curvy and solid, maybe even a little muscular too, and wasn't this woman an absolute goddess even in broad daylight?

Angela rubbed my head affectionately as I got up from between her legs. My cock was standing straight up and Angela grabbed it before I could get away.

"I'm gonna take care of Davy like he take care of me Dominic!" Angela yelled, and with that I became immersed in the warmth of Angela's mouth. I looked down and watched Angela's lush full lips slide down over half the length of my cock before pulling back ever so slowly, letting her tongue do a darting dance on the tender opening before plunging down again.

Dominic had come back to the patio door and was watching, actually giving me the thumbs up sign as his wife tried to inhale me whole. Angela pulled my leg up so I could rest my foot onto the arm of her chair. This gave her great access to my balls which were now left dangling free. Her hand milked them with a slow and churning motion, and I knew that I was not going to last long at this rate.

I wanted to reach down and grab Angela's breasts but I found it awkward to reach that far so I contented myself by rubbing Angela's shoulders. I was in the hands and mouth of an expert and as I felt my cock tense and tingle, Angela knew what was about to happen and so she took me out of her mouth long enough to say "Look at me Davy."

I looked down as Angela began stroking my cock slow and hard using both her hands, her fingers running roughly over the head and pointing it just inches from her face. Her eyes closed and I watched in amazement as she let my cock spurt crazily all over her beautiful face. Jets of cum spraying all over those magnificent cheekbones, drenching her eyelids and covering her chin as I let out a guttural groan, all the time trying to keep my quivering legs under me.

She pointed my cock downward as my last load squirted around her collarbone and drooled lazily down between her breasts. All the time Angela's head was tilted up toward me and rolling lazily around on her shoulders as if in a trance.

She smiled as Dominic yelled approval from the kitchen, and looking a little over her shoulder, took her index finger and swiped her dripping chin. Being as subtle as possible she bowed her head and put her cum drenched finger in her mouth and licked it clean, before looking back up to me and shyly smiling like the bad girl she knew she was being.

"I'm gonna take a shower and then we go, okay David?" Dominic called out from the house, as Angela finally released me from her grip. I waved in acknowledgement and staggerred back to my chair after grabbing my robe. Angela tried to wipe her semen drenched face and body with a towel and then gave up in disgust.

"Looks like another shower for me" Angela said and then hollered at Dom to save her some hot water. "You having fun with us Davy?" she asked smiling.

"Uh yeah, of course" I said. "It's been incredible."

"Good, I'm glad" Angela said. "We have fun too, me especially."

I didn't know what to say so I just sat and stared at Angela as she spun her chair around to face me.

"Last night was very very special for me" she said softly and looked over her shoulder toward the house. "Nobody ever make love to me like that, ever. I swear to you."

I was speechless and I tried to explain to her that it was pretty much an accident owing to my nervousness and just dumb luck, but Angela just shook her head.

"No, you were very special. You just were, I can't explain. You just cared so much and tried to please me so hard, and you did too Davy."

"Uh, I'm glad. I loved it too" was all I could manage.

"Dominic and I we have, I don't know what you call it, a very open marriage" Angela said while struggling for the words.

"Oh yeah, Dominic told me about his prostate and everything" I explained to Angela, who rolled her eyes and smiled.

"Ah, that's just something he tells people so that they don't think we're strange or something" Angela said. "He had a little trouble with that once but that's long over. You see I'm very... I don't know the right words, but I really like to have sex. A lot. That's the way I always have been. And Dominic, he likes sex too but, he... likes to watch me have sex too. With other people, you know Davy? I think he like it better to watch than to do sometimes, you know?"

Nod and act wise. Well, yeah I guess of course I knew, I think. Maybe. Just keep nodding. 

"I hope you don't think we are weird or anything, that's all" Angela said.

"No, I guess you guys are like swingers or something" I offered after clearing my throat. "I think it's cool and all that, it's just that if I was married to someone as beautiful as you I couldn't watch someone else have sex with you the way Dom does."

"You're sweet Davy" Angela said. "You know just what to say to make me happy. I guess that it's just what he likes and it's what I like too. I can't have children so this is pretty much what we do for fun."

I felt awkward listening to this and I think Angela sensed that, so she lightened up the conversation.

"That thing you do last night, as soon as we started, the kissing and everything under my arms? Where you learn something like that?" Angela asked.

"I dunno" I said while blushing with humilation. "I did it to the first girl I was ever intimate with and she really liked it. I think it's just really a sensitive and neglected spot."

"Nobody ever do that before to me, not even Dominic" Angela said. "All the American guys are probably scared of all the fur! And you know what? When you do that to me last night, you know you make me have an orgasm" she said with a giggle. "First of so many last night that I lose count!"

Bingo! I thought so. This was something I was going to keep in my repetoire.

"When we first come to America everybody told me 'Oh you gotta shave under there Angela' and so I did" Angela explained. "I did and Dominic, he hated it. I hated it, and after I shave it looks right away like I gotta do it again. So I said the hell with it and just cover it up."

"Everybody's doing their own thing these days" I suggested. "It's really up to the individual and whatever you feel comfortable with. Women are beautiful no matter what."

"Just seems stupid to me" Angela said. "Anyway, you want to stay around here with me today? I think we could find some things to do while Dominic is at the shop."

That thought was very appealing but there was just something about the way Angela said it that made me a litle wary so I begged off. Angela seemed a little hurt when I did.

"Ah, I don't blame you Davy" Angela said. "I guess you probably want to be with people your own age."

"No, I'm going to see my folks and wash my clothes' I said.

"I could wash them for you if ..." Angela offered before stopping abruptly. "You still want to be with your parents though, I understand. You don't have a girl down home Davy?"

"No, that's what I hoped I would find up here" I said before adding, "and I guess I did." I smiled at Angela who seemed to lighten up a little at that remark, much to my relief.

Dominic had finished his shower and called out that he was almost ready.

"Because if you do have a girl, and you wanted to bring her up to have fun with us, or just with me, that would be alright too" Angela said as we got up and walked toward the house. "I am very... open minded about that also, do you know what I mean?"

There was no chill in the air that made me shudder. I certainly did know what Angela meant, and the thought of seeing Angela with a girl would no doubt provide me even more future erections as I played out that scenario in my mind.

Dom took me down to the shop and I hustled upstairs to get my dirty clothes before going to get my car, which was parked near the outskirts of town. Parking in town was tough to find and parking tickets were very expensive, as it seemed to be a major source of town revenue.

My car miraculously made it up and down the Northway and I had a message waiting for me down there. My best friend Kenny, who was going to college in Colorado, was coming home for a week and was going to come up and stay with me for a few days. Party time!

When I saw Dom the next day I asked him if I could have a day off next week. The Who were going to be playing down at the nearby Saratoga Performing Arts Center and we wanted to go see them.

"Who the who?" Dom asked. Dominic was throughly confused with rock music and had often expresed concern with how jazzed up Jerry Vale had been sounding lately.

"The Who, Dom. They're a musical group that are playing at SPAC, so I wanted to take off the day off and go down with my friend Kenny and see them" I said. He twisted his face and looked like he was trying to figure out a way to say no.

"I could stick around through lunch and then go" I offered, and to that plan he lightened up. Apparently the thought of my only working 80 hours instead of 90 that week was something he could live with.

So the combination of that night and the day off meant that I would get to spend some time with Kenny before he headed back to school. We had a lot of catching up to do. 

thanks for reading this far

the next installment will be following soon.



Summer 1971: Third Slice



Well, that was a surprise. To those who may have clicked on what was supposed to be this story early Tuesday and were confused, well so was I. A little mix-up occurred which is all fixed now, hopefully. Many thanks to the fine folks at Literotica for their work in getting it all straightened out.

The third installment of Summer 1971 features the reuniting of David and his best friend Kenny, home from college and visiting at Lake George for a few days before heading back out west to school.

1. I get excitement at your feet

Monday morning found me at work extra early, trying to make sure that my departure wouldn't screw up things at A Slice of Italy. By the time Dom and Angela came in we were all prepped and ready to go. Dom, as was his custom said nothing, but I could tell how pleased he was. 

Angela thanked me in her very special way. Since our escapades last week Angela had become far more warm and affectionate toward me when the customers weren't around. A squeeze here and a grope there, just to remind me she was around. I certainly needed no reminders, but enjoyed it and returned the affection when possible.

When the store was open she was pretty much the same old Angela. Very quiet and business-like, although giving me the occasional wink from behind the register. As for me, well now that I knew what was under that bland uniform, I had no trouble spending time mentally undressing her to help kill the time.

Dom was not much help, as he would throw in little asides to me from time to time. If Angela would bend over for something and present that lush posterior toward our direction he would say something like "Oh mama, we could do a number on her when she's like that, couldn't we David?"

That morning, with much of the work already done, we found ourselves with time to chat so Dom grilled me on when I would leave for the concert. I told him I would stick around until two and then leave. The Saratoga Performing Arts Center had a sizeable lawn, but it was going to be a mob scene so we wanted to stake out some turf.

"So this friend of yours, this Kenny, you know him a long time?" Dom asked.

"Pretty much my whole life" I told him. "I don't remember ever not knowing him. Now that he goes to school out in Colorado we haven't seen each other since the holidays."

"You and Kenny, you like to chase the girls together I bet" Dom said with relish.

"Kenny doesn't have to chase girls, they chase him" I informed Dom.

"Oh, he's a real ladies man, this Kenny?"

"Dom, if I told you some of the stories you wouldn't believe me" I said, which perked up Dominic considerably.

"Oh, you try me" Dom said. "Tell me some stories David, while it's still quiet" Dom said as he leaned back against the counter.

So I gave Dominic a few tales of Kenny and his conquests, and Dom got more and more excited, beginning to reach under the apron and adjust himself as he often did whenever sex was being discussed.

"Oh mama!" Dom exclaimed as I finished off the story about Kenny and our school librarian. "Why you never tell me these things before, David? You know I love to hear stuff like this."

"Gee Dom, it's not like the stories are about me or anything" I told him. "It's him getting laid, not me."

"Still good to hear it" Dom said.'"You and Kenny, do you two ever... you know, do stuff?"

"Do stuff?" I asked while very confused for a second. "Oh! Hey Dom, geez no! At least nothing like what I think you're talking about."

"Eh, how do I know?" Dom asked while shrugging his shoulders. "Boys in this country are different I guess. Back at home, you know, guys do things and then it's all forgot about. You know, no big thing."

No, that would have been something I would have remembered, I assured Dominic. I did proceed to tell him the story of how I watched from the closet when Kenny screwed our neighbor.

This really got Dominic's attention as I began telling him the story of Mrs. R--- and what I was doing in the closet while they performed on his bed just a few feet away from me. Dominic was extremely agitated at this. His face was turning crimson and he was grinning like a loon while bouncing from foot to foot in excitement.

I noticed Angela was walking toward us and so I stopped telling the tale and smiled innocently when she joined us.

"You two must be talking dirty down here" Angela quipped. "You got Dominic hopping around like a monkey. I know damn well what that means."

"You gotta hear this Angelina!" Dom said excitedly. "David, he tell me about the time he watch his friend slip it to the neighbor woman while he was in the closet doing this!" Dom exclaimed, making the famous jerking motion with his hand.

"You do that Davy?" Angela cooed at me while rubbing up next to me, while my face turned way beyond beet red and I looked for a hole to crawl into. "Mmmm... I think I like to watch Davy do that to himself" Angela chose to add as she squeezed my shoulder.

"C'mon, keep telling me the story David" Dom insisted. "We gotta open the door in a few minutes.

Angela suddenly slipped her hand under my apron and felt my cock through my jeans, finding it in its seemingly perpetual state of readiness. She squeezed with a sense of urgency and looked over at her husband. They exchanged some sort of nod and the next thing I knew, Angela was kneeling down in front of me and unbuckling my jeans while Dom stood by like a proud papa.

The front counter where we made the pizzas might have blocked Angela's head from the passersby, supposed, but the top of her head had to be visible. It didn't bother her any, as my apron got spun around and my underwear came down. Angela's full red lips were wrapped around my prick in a second.

I leaned back and tried to get out of sight as Angela began slowly sliding her mouth down the shaft. Dominic, on the other hand, wanted the show and the story too!

"So your friend Kenny, you say that now he has his dick between this woman's breasts right?" Dom asked as I tried my best to look out the window with a facial expression that didn't divulge that I was getting my cock sucked under the counter. A couple tried the locked door and I shook my head when the guy looked my way.

"Uhhhh... yeah" was all I could manage as Angela ran her tongue up and down the underside of my prick before plunging down once more.

"Your friend Kenny, he gotta big dick like you David?" Dom asked, his hand working under his apron. A fleeting thought of what the board of health would think about this scene passed through my mind as Angela lovingly took first my left nut and then my right one into her mouth.

"I don't have a big dick Dom" I grunted in response. "Kenny... Kenny, now that's different."

"Your friend, he gotta big one?" Dom said, sweat rolling down his face, his gaze never leaving the sight of his wife's head bobbing up and down my cock.

"Big? Kenny's cock is as long as both you and me put together" I told Dom while desperately trying not to come.

"Angelina, you hear that? Hear about David's friend?" Dom said almost yelling now. "David's friend, he gotta really big one. He's the one that comes to see David today! What you think about that Angelina?"

"I like this one the best" Angela said curtly after pulling back off of my cock momentarily, before eagerly resuming her task.

"Angela... Dom... Ang..., I'm going to come any minute if you don't stop..." I said as I felt the unmistakable feeling begin to well up inside of me.

Angela got up quickly and told Dominic to stand in front of the window. I saw that Angela's panties had been down around her ankles while she was working me over. Just before she hopped up on the countertop beside the stove she rubbed her wet fingers under my nose, and I inhaled the unforgettable aroma that told me exactly where they had just been.

"Hard and fast Davy!" Angela insisted huskily in my ear as I leaned forward and slid right into her already prepped and wet pussy. Dominic stood with his back to the window, blocking about as much area as you would expect a five foot six inch skinny man would. 

There was only one chance I had of not being seen by anyone looking through the window. That would be if they were so distracted by watching the little guy with his back to the window with his hand doing double time in his pants, that they would not pay much attention to the kid with his apron on backwards thrusting madly into the woman on the countertop behind the oven.

Angela was the only one with any degree of anonymity as only her legs were visible from her perch. Anyway, it didn't last more than a minute as I was so aroused and nervous there was no way for me to hold back.

As I felt myself blasting my seed into Angela, I kept pounding away. She was so close to coming herself that I kept pumping away with my slowly diminishing tool. Finally she groaned loudly and I watched her come, her head flying backwards into the cabinet behind her as she howled, the loud jarring impact not fazing her a bit. 

I pulled out immediately afterward and hurriedly yanked my pants back up while looking over toward the window, expecting to see a crowd gazing inside. All was calm, however, and I watched with amusement as Dominic took Angela by the hand and ran around the counter.

I thought for a minute they were going to ask to use my place, but instead they ran into the storeroom and pulled the curtain behind them. I gave the countertop a thorough scrubbing down and then decided to go over and take a peek, figuring it would be fun to turn the tables and watch Dominic pound away.

I grabbed the fabric of the curtain and pulled it aside a bit. I was expecting to see Dom humping away but instead was treated to a very different sight. 

Angela was sitting on a stack of canned Contandina crushed tomato cases with her uniform pulled up to her waist. Dominic was down between her legs with his face buried in her delightfully hairy womanhood. The guy that wasn't supposed to be much of a pussy eater was doing quite a number down there. His pants were down and he was stroking himself with intensity as he tongued away.

I backed way from the curtain and decided to give them their privacy. I couldn't help thinking that I had just blasted what felt like a gallon of cum into that pussy that Dom was now devouring happily. I hoped that he didn't mind the mess, although I assumed that he had to know what to expect, since he had been standing there all the time.

2. I get my back into my living

Kenny made his grand entrance at high noon, with A Slice of Italy jammed to the gills. I waved at him over the sea of humanity looking for service NOW! I busted my ass to get rid of the herd and flew around the counter to greet him.

His hair was a lot longer than I remembered but outside of that he was the same old Kenny. Still looked fifteen, still had dimples and still had girls watching him all the time. When I ran back behind the counter, I watched a girl glide up to him and start a conversation out of the blue. Some things never change.

"That your friend?" Dom asked as we tried to feed an exceptionally ornery mob as fast as we could. "He look like a little kid, kinda like a girl with that long hair" Dom suggested.

"He's my age Dom" I told him. "He just looks young."

"That his girl friend?" Dom asked as he dropped a hot slice of mushroom pizza on my sneaker, the price I apparently had to pay for his inattention.

"No, I think she just now came up to him" I explained to Dom as the girl flirted away with Kenny. "It happens all the time."

"No shit!" Dom exclaimed as he kept one eye on Kenny and tried to wait on people at the same time. "They just come up to him?"

"All the time Dom" I said and leaned over toward him so the customers couldn't hear. "I call him the Pied Piper of Pussy, because he pulls out the old flute and they follow him anywhere."

Dom got a kick out of that, and managed to get back to business so we could get rid of some of the crowd. Meanwhile Kenny was up by the register talking to Angela, who was breaking in a new girl that had just started today.

I sensed that he was going to be taking this new girl into the storeroom any minute the way things were going, so I grabbed a couple of slices and a soda and brought them down to Kenny, which I hoped would keep his mouth occupied for a few minutes.

The rush finally ended and I got the opportunity to introduce Kenny to Dom and Angela. Dom seemed to warm up to Kenny right away, as Kenny really had a way with people, even guys. I really expected Angela to swoon around Kenny but while she was friendly, she stayed very reserved.

After we had gotten caught up, I saw my chance to break away so I ran upstairs to my place with Kenny and did a quick splash bath and changed my shirt. Kenny surveyed the little apartment and asked how much it cost me.

"Nada, it's a fringe benefit of the job" I told him and his jaw dropped open.

"Holy shit! Do you know what this place would go for up here during the summer? This is fantastic!" Kenny proclaimed as we went back down the stairs, and I ducked back in to say goodbye.

"Thanks for letting me out Dom" I said while patting him on the back. 

"No problem David" Dom said and then whispered toward me, "You think you and your friend like to come up to our place tomorrow afternoon for a picnic and... you know... the other" he said while nodding toward Angela. What you think David?"

"Uh, gee I guess we could Dom" I said, while trying to figure out exactly what I should be asking Kenny. "What should I say to him about this, Dom? I don't want to tell him..., you know, our stuff."

"He's your best friend David?" Dom said. "You can tell best friend everything, right? Then that's what it's okay to say."

Dazed at that, I nodded that I understood and started toward the door with Kenny. Dom suddenly yelled out to me and ran to us out in front of the store. Dom took a card and pressed it into my hand.

"Here, this I almost forget David" Dom said. "Give this to the guy at the will call window. I know a guy there that'll get you guys in the place free."

We thanked him profusely but Dom waved it off and headed back inside. I looked at what Dom had given me, which was just one of our business cards. On the back, Dom had written some guy's name along with "He's my boy" and signed his scribble of a signature.

"That's really cool" Kenny said. "We'll save the four bucks, or whatever it is for the lawn these days."

"We better take your car Kenny" I suggested, realizing the long walk to my car. "Where did you park?"

"All the way down near Gaslight Village" Kenny complained. "This place is a frigging zoo."

We walked down the main drag and waited forever for the cop that directed traffic at the major intersection to let us cross. We walked along the lake front in the direction of Kenny's car and when we finally got there, saw a parking ticket under Kenny's windshield wiper.

"Fuck!" Kenny said as he grabbed it and looked at his with disdain before crumpling it up and throwing it in a garbage can.

"It's the main revenue source up here" I explained, having gotten one early in the summer and had vowed to make it my last. Kenny had his mother's car which had air conditioning, which would come in handy today, and a great stereo with an eight track player. As Kenny threw in Jimi and Otis Live at Monterey and cranked it up, his nose crinkled.

"What the...?" Kenny said and looked at me with an evil smile. "I smell something, and I know it ain't coming from me, because I haven't gotten laid in forty eight hours."

I tried not to smile but failed miserably.

"Who's the lucky girl? Kenny asked. "Was it the cashier back there?"

"Sort of" I said as Kenny headed south toward Saratoga. "Kenny my man, we've got a helluva lot to talk about."

3. I call that a bargain

We stopped at a grocery store on the way and got a couple of six packs of Carling Black Label and a bag of ice. Black Label had a couple of things going for it, it was wet and it was cheap. If you got it cold enough and drank it fast enough, you could hardly taste the metallic aftertaste.

When we got near the venue, it was already getting incredibly congested. We managed to get into the back of the parking lot and drank a couple before going up to the window. When you're on the lawn it's every man and woman for themselves, but since the place wouldn't let anybody in for well over an hour, at least we could get the passes now and save that hassle.

We waded through the humanity and slowly worked our way in line until we reached the girl at the window. I handed her Dom's business card and she looked at it like it was a turd before taking it and walking toward the back of the ticket office.

"If this is Dom's idea of a joke I'll kill him" I told Kenny, thinking that right now Dom might be rolling on the floor laughing at the thought of me handing somebody his business card and expecting to get in for free.

The girl soon reappeared with a guy in a suit. He looked down at me over his glasses and asked me for identification, and after he checked my name handed me an envelope. We walked away from the window and I peeked into the envelope to make sure there were two tickets in there, which there were.

I spun around after giving the contents a glance, did a double take, and then sprinted back to the ticket office with a confused Kenny following closely behind.

"What's wrong Dave?" Kenny yelled as I fought my way toward the seating chart on the side of the office. I kept looking at the tickets clutched tightly in my hand while my finger traced along the chart. Kenny kept asking me what I was doing, and all I could do was hold the tickets up so he could see them.

"Hey, those aren't lawn tickets" Kenny said as I started jumping around like a lunatic. Kenny saw what I had just discovered and joined in the insanity, screaming and giving each other high fives after I put the tickets safely into my pocket.

"Fucking Dom" was all I could say, as I felt my eyes well up with emotion. "Fucking Dom."

"This is unbelievable Dave! Far fucking out!" Kenny kept yelling as we romped back to the car. No need to rush into the place with the rest of the mob, because Dom had somehow managed to get us two seats, Section 4, fifth row from the stage. A little to the right of center, but I guessed we could live with it. Fucking Dom!

4. Do you think its alright...

We got back to the car and relaxed with a couple of beers while keeping a eye out for the state park police that were known to take a dim view of the kind of party we were having.

"This guy you work for is awesome!" Kenny said while were still in a euphoric state. "I'm gonna kiss him when I see him!"

"He might like that for all I know" I mumbled before downing the brew.

"Huh?" Kenny said, but I ignored him. "Anyway, I know you must have just got laid Dave. You reek of it! Tell me, who was it? The cashier, the one I was talking to? She was kind of cute."

"No, not the cashier, I never saw her before this morning" I said. "I introduced you to Dominic and Angela right?"

"Yeah, and she was hot too" Kenny said. "Man, how did he end up with her? I'd love to see her without the prim and proper look."

"You think she's attractive?" I asked Kenny coyly.

"Hell yeah!" Kenny said. "She looks like Sophia Loren, and I'll bet she's got a pair on her too, underneath that uniform."

"Oh, she does alright, even more than you can imagine" I assured Kenny, and as he looked at me, I saw the light bulb go on over his head.

"Oh shit! Are you kidding me?" Kenny said almost in awe, and all I could do was smile a little.

Kenny shook in head in disbelief. "How the..., I mean, do you think her husband knows?"

"Knows?" I said while laughing. "Dom was standing next to us when we were doing it!"




Summer 1971: Third Slice



I told Kenny a very condensed version of my life over the past week, and I delighted in being the one with the unbelievable story for once. I don't know if I would have been able to hold this in, but since Dom had given me the okay, I told him the tale. When I finished, Kenny was shaking his head in amazement.

"I don't know what it is with some of these husbands, but they like to watch their wives get nailed by other guys" Kenny said. "I've done that with couples myself, and it's really freaky."

"You have?" 

"In fact, one of my professors from my first semester had me come over to his house for something. The next thing you know I was humping his old lady while he sat in a chair and watched us while he smoked his pipe. Crazy shit!" Kenny said. "She was good looking, but nothing like Angela, Dave. She is really outta sight, and the more I think about her, the more jealous I am of you. Damn!"

There's a first for everything, and this had to be the only time I can ever remember Kenny being jealous of me, or anybody for that matter. It was a good feeling, and while I was busy getting psyched up for the concert and didn't want to get into a long involved conversation, I did give Kenny a hint.

"Dom wants us to come up to their place tomorrow. After the concert we can talk about this more, but let's pound down some more brew and head inside, because I don't want to miss a second of this" I told Kenny.

"Absolutely Dave" Kenny said, and reached under his seat and pulled out a plump party favor from a baggie. "Gotta save room for dessert, okay?"

5. I guess you all know why you're here

As the years passed, the concert took on an exaggerated and mystical quality when we talked about it. As we told it, Daltrey's mike whistled over our heads as he whipped it around, and we could feel the breeze as Townshend bounced while windmilling endlessly. For once there were no girls climbing over Kenny or any other distractions of the real world. Just the music, and that was all we needed.

My most enduring memory was watching Keith flail away on the drums with such an unrelenting ferocity that it left me speechless and wondering how in the world this day and the resulting amazing journey could be unfolding right in my lap like this. The concert was incredibly loud, occasionally very sloppy but was such an amazing visual experience that it became our favorite concert to date.

"Even better than Zeppelin at the Aerodrome!" Kenny screamed at me as we trudged back to the car after it was over, referring to the time we saw them in a small hall on their first tour, about five feet from the stage. Kenny was screaming because our ears were still ringing, and we would continue to need to yell at each other for much of the trip home.

We didn't get back to my apartment until after two, having spent a couple of hours stuck in the traffic caused by the almost thirty thousand people jammed into SPAC trying to leave in unison. Teenage wasteland indeed, and we were quite wasted ourselves as we climbed the stairs to my place. 

Too tired, hoarse and deaf for much talk, talking that really needed to happen, we crashed and saved it all for the morning.

6. A quick one, while he's away?

I woke up to the sounds of the shower, the vision of the morning sun streaming through the blinds, and the dual sensations of cotton mouth and a pounding headache. Kenny had obviously beat me to the shower, so I staggered out to the kitchen for a glass of juice and some aspirin.

Ten o'clock already, which was a whole lot later than I was used to sleeping, but then again, I didn't have too many days like yesterday either. The shower cut off and I heard Kenny get out of the stall. I realized that I had forgotten to put out extra towels, so I went to the pantry to get some.

Kenny emerged from the bathroom dripping and naked just in time for me to fire a couple of towels his way, for which he was grateful. I watched with curiousity as Kenny dried his hair, amazed at the innocent little pecker wildly wiggling between his legs. 

I still couldn't get over how something as modest sized as that could become the oversized weapon when aroused. We had seen each other naked fairly frequently while growing up, and until I had seen him screwing our neighbor I had always thought we were similarly endowed. I had even thought I was bigger than him, and although mine was still considerably thicker, that time watching from the closet set my mind straight on that.

I suppose that there were some signs there for the more experienced pecker checker, such as the considerable wrinkling of the shaft and the prodigious nut sack below it, but what did I know?

Luckily Kenny wasn't watching this inspection of mine, so I was able to get out of my trance by the time his head emerged from the towel. After he dried and started dressing, I headed for the bathroom myself. I figured that Kenny must be as hurting as I was, since he was being quiet too. Just before I got to the bathroom, I heard footsteps coming up the stairs.

"Kenny, would you get that please?" I asked him while ducking into the bathroom to grab my robe. Probably an asshole with a delivery for the restaurant who didn't know what the word closed meant. Kenny was dressed by then so he opened the door, but instead of some truck driver, I heard the distinctive voice of Angela saying good morning to Kenny.

I threw the robe on and went out to see what she was doing up here, where she had never been before. When I saw Angela I could not believe my eyes, as she spoke with Kenny, who was in a state of shock himself.

Angela was wearing a pair of skimpy canary yellow shorts and a matching windbreaker that looked positively amazing on her, contrasting so beautifully with her copper colored skin. Angela pulled off the windbreaker and revealed an equally bright yellow tank top. Nothing underneath that top either, except Angela. A whole lot of Angela.

This was so way out of character for her, but there were no objections being made by either Kenny or myself, as we stared in open mouthed wonder at the sight of those lush full globes stretching out the fabric of the blouse. Those thick nipples that looked like they were about to pop right through that cotton were beeging to be squeezed. I held the robe around me to hide the fact that I was as hard as a rock.

"Whew, it's hot up here Davy!" Angela announced as she tossed her wavy black hair up off her shoulders. "We gotta get you a fan or something. Don't you think it's hot in here Kenny?"

Kenny stood there nodding like an idiot, the ultimate ladies man looking like a deer in the headlights for the first time I could remember. Yeah, it was hot in here all right, but most of the temperature rise was caused by Angela.

Angela kept running her hands through her hair, exposing those luxuriantly fuzzy underarms for Kenny's inspection. I had no idea if Kenny shared my affection for that sort of thing but there was no way to tell by his face. 

"So, did you boys have fun at your show?" Angela asked us, no doubt quite aware of the effect her presence and appearance was having on us. We assured Angela that we had a great time and we were very grateful for the seats.

"Good, good" Angela said. "Uh, Kenny, I try to say this without being rude, but could I talk to Davy alone for a few minutes. Business, you know. Do you mind?"

"Uh no" Kenny stammered and grabbed his sandals. "I'm going to go get a newspaper, and um... I'll be at the park."

I thanked Kenny and watched with amusement as he walked around Angela, making faces, shaking his head and pulling at his hair as he reached the doorway. I had to laugh when he walked into the door while checking out the other side of Angela.

As the door closed behind Kenny, Angela practically lept into my arms. Her tongue explored inside my mouth as she ground herself into me, and moaned when she felt my hardness press against her.

"Oh Davy, I thought about you all last night!" Angela said while her hand slid under the elastic of my underwear. "Dominic, he fucked me and I pretended it was you!" My cock was in her fist, and she was yanking it hard and gripping it tight. 

"Uh, Dominic, is he downstairs?" I asked while trying to break away a little bit.

"No, he's home" Angela said while climbing all over me again.

"Wait Angela, I don't feel right... "

"Why Davy?" Angela said with a trace of anger in her voice. "You need to have him watch while you fuck me? Does that make you hot?"

Well, no. That wasn't what I meant. What I felt was guilt about this. This wasn't fun and games with the two of them. This was... cheating on your husband. Maybe it was semantics on my part, or a screwed up way I had of looking at this situation, but I knew it didn't seem right. My mind spun until I clicked on an idea.

"No, it's not that Ang" I said. "it's just that, well, we partied a lot last night and my head is killing me. Plus, I got a little... stomach trouble. Do you know what I mean?"

I must have gotten lucky, because Angela caught on to what I was alluding to. It didn't stop her from continuing to pull on my cock though.

"Oh, okay then, I'm sorry. You just make me so crazy go nuts!" Angela said. "You going to come up later Davy, aren't you?"

"Yeah sure, I should be alright by then" I assured her. 

"Look what I did to you though" Angela whispered huskily into my ear while referring to my still swollen member, which was apparently unaware of my stomach trouble as it throbbed away. "Least I can do is to make this go away."

Angela began milking my cock in earnest, her hand sliding and twisting up and down the shaft. I still had my underwear on, and I guessed that at least their wouldn't be any mess this way, but I couldn't think of a way out of this much.

"You want me to fuck your friend Davy?" Angela asked while nuzzling into my neck. "That turn you on? you like to watch him fuck me?"

I grunted out a reply that I guessed it was fine by me. "Uh, ooh man... uh, you'll like Kenny, he's got a really big cock."

"I don't give a shit about that" Angela said. "I love this cock I got in my hand. It's so big and hard, and I want it inside me so bad. I want you to make love to me all night. If you want me to, I'll fuck your friend if it make you hot, but I will think of you then too."

"Ang!" I groaned, and felt myself blasting a massive load into my underwear, as Angela milked with all of her might, and didn't stop until I put my hand on her arm and begged for mercy.

Angela extracted her hand from my underwear and looked at the rope of semen on the back of her wrist. While looking at me, she raised her hand and ran her tongue over the cum, sucking it into her mouth and licked her lips.

"Get better soon Davy" Angela said as she grabbed her windbreaker and headed out the door. "Anytime after four or so will be fine, and sooner the better, you know."

With a wink, Angela was out the door. She left behind a very confused nineteen year old kid with cum filled underwear standing in the middle of his apartment. Life was getting very weird, very fast. 

*

thanks to everyone for staying with us... the final chapter will follow!



Summer 1971



7. Kitchen chat

I sat down at the kitchen table as Dom cracked open a couple of beers. I downed mine in two gulps and was handed another by an amused Dominic.

"Calm down David" Dominic said softly. "I'm a not gonna be the one you're screwing, unless you wannna that is" he chuckled.

I nodded and downed most of the next beer right away. I looked around the beautifully designed kitchen in amazement.

"Not like work Dom" I offered. "We could use some of this stuff back there."

"Are you boys gonna talk shop all night?" A voice from behind me said softly, as a hand fell gently on my shoulder. I didn't need an introduction, but the way my heart started pounding made me think a heart attack was imminent. I was afraid to turn around and instead just looked at the light brown fingers laying on my shoulder, squeezing ever so softly.

"No, we talk enough, that right David?" Dom said while rising to his feet. I got up and almost knocked the table over, and took my bottle over to the sink. I followed Dominic, who was right behind Angela as she led the way.

I entered the bedroom, a spacious and softly lit room with a giant waterbed right smack in the middle. And above the bed, a gigantic mirror. My knees were knocking as I felt like I was chum in shark infested waters. Totally and utterly out of my league. Who were these people? Swingers? I had no idea, jell, I didn't even know what the hell that entailed. 

Angela had stepped into another room, or what I thought was another room but was actually a closet. She had been wearing a blue robe just like the ones Dom and I had on. Dom promptly took his off and handed it to Angela in the walk-in closet, and was now naked.

Trying not to, I still looked over at Dominic's equipment, and was relieved to see he was modestly endowed. Uncircumsized too, I noted, and never having seen that variety before this had become and educational experience. He stood waiting for Angela, pulling on his rubbery limp tool. Me, I stood there shivering in my robe.

Then Angela came out. At this point I was really shaking, and not just from fear. She was everything I had imagined in my wildest dreams and then some. 

Her wavy black hair was now free and flowing over her shoulders. Angela was wearing a flimsy nightie over a lacy long line bra and panties, all white, which made her flawless olive skin look even more incredible.

A description does not do her justice, but a few years after this, an actress named Adrienne Barbeau came out with a poster of her in purple negligee that sold millions, including a couple I bought. If you've ever seen that, you've seen Angela.

Dominic was alongside Angela as she moved toward me. He pulled the sheer cape off her shoulders as if presenting a work of art, which he was, in a way. My eyes went from the incredibly deep cleavage between breasts that seemed even larger than I had suspected, down to her stomach, as flat and firm as girls half her age.

From just below her navel, a thin faint trail of curly black fuzz disappeared under the top lace of those frilly panties. The fabric could not contain the wisps of coal black hair that peeked out teasingly from both sides of the elastic leg openings, however.

I felt my cock surge with excitement as Angela stood in front of me, smiling a seducive smile under the approving gaze of her husband standing right next to her.

"Go ahead David" Dominic offered. "Angelina, she all yours."

Angela took my shaking hands and placed them on her bra, squeezing them tight to her.

"Don't be nervous Davy" Angela cooed. "This is gonna be so nice for all of us. Just relax and enjoy, my baby."

Angela motioned that the bra top had front hooks, which at least saved me from the embarassment of searching behind her in vain. It didn't make it any easier to undo though, as my trembling fingers fought the clasps for agonizing seconds. Finally, one by one, they came undone, to my great relief.

As the last hook came free, the bra practically exploded away from her, the fabric flying out of my grasp as her breasts surged forward. Large full breasts each capped with an immense dark crimson aureola that seemed to cover almost the entire ends of her massive bell shaped tits. Angela's nipples were thick pegs that seemed to blossom under my gaze.

"You like David?" Dominic said, asking the question that needed no answer, as I was completely enthralled by this magnificent woman. "See if David likes you, Angelina."

I felt Angela's hand slide through the front of my robe and deftly grab my cock, which was standing straight out in front of me. Angela's eyes widened as her hand slid up and down the shaft.

"Oooh Dominic, Davy, he's very hard, he's like steel" Angela said breathlessly. "So big and thick too, see?"

Angela parted the robe, exposing my cock in her grasp as she slowly milked it. I was speechless when Dominic suddenly reached over and grabbed me too before I could protest. He gave it a couple of pulls and smiled.

"Oh man David, you gonna break my poor wife in two with that salami" he said approvingly, apparently thrilled at the thought, before stepping back again and positioning himself behind Angela. Dominic was kissing Angela's neck and shoulders as my hands went back to her breasts. I kneaded her massive breasts as I fought the urge to shoot my load over all of us. 

Angela seemed to sense this and let go of my cock, and seemed content to enjoy my fondling her breasts. Dominic reached around Angela and assisted in the effort, as there was certainly enough to go around.

Dominic whispered in Angela's ear and she nodded and gave me a crooked smile in response to whatever it was Dom said. Angela slowly raised her beautifully sculptured arms, and Dominic smiled wickedly at me as he grabbed her wrists and held them behind her head, exposing Angela's armpits, which were endowed with thick tufts of hair.

"David told me today he like his women like this" Dom said to Angela. "What you think David?"

"Nice... beautiful" I managed, as my hands slid up from Angela's breasts and through the astonishingly wild and coarse hair that filled the gentlehollows. A light scent of vanilla filled the air as my fingers danced through.

Angela's eyes rolled lazily in their sockets as her head fell back against her husband. I leaned forward and let my mouth retrace the path my fingers had blazed, kissing and nibbling the sensitive underside of Angela's arms and nuzzling into the dense growth.

I must have been doing something right because Angela shuddered and moaned in response. Dominic held her tight as I repeated the process. Angela made a gurgling kind of noise and squirmed wildly around in her husbands' arms, even trying to wrap one of her legs around me while me standing there.

My hand went down between her legs and I felt the fabric of her panties was drenched. I pulled them down as fast as I could, inhaling the rich scent of woman that arose when they hit the floor. My hand ran through the most incredibly thick bush possible, which was actually dripping wet around her opening, giving credence to my suspicion that she had just had an orgasm. The glazed look in her eyes seconded that thought.

Angela knelt before me, still a trifle unsteady or so it seemed. Dominic came around and helped me pull my robe off. I had to chuckle as he felt like I was a boxer and Dom was my trainer when he did that. I was a little concerned about the level of his participation thus far, but my thoughts were suddenly distracted by Angela's mouth, which was starting to engulf the head of my dick.

"Just please don't shoot in her mouth, okay David?" Dom whispered to me in a voice that was almost pleading. "That's only for me, okay"

I nodded and groaned as I felt her tongue slide around the tip of my cock, no doubt finding a seminal offering as she licked around the opening. The head of my dick disappeared in Angela's mouth while her tongue continued to swirl around. Then her hands began to knead my balls as she began taking a little more in with each bob of her head.

Dominic knelt down next to Angela as she continued teasing the tip of my cock. Strangely enough, Dom then began acting as sort of a cheerleader, and while his presence had put me off a bit, frankly I found his guttural talk incredibly stimulating. Not that I needed inspiration at this point, however, as it was all I could do to keep from losing it.

"That's nice Angie" Dominic said as he knelt next to his wife, with a birds eye view of her mouth sliding up and down the head of my dick. Angela was holding the base of the shaft in one hand while my balls undulated in the other.

"That's some cock David got huh Angelina?" Dom asked. "You like to suck on that fat thing dontcha honey? Think of how that gonna feel inside you."

I tried to force myself not to listen to Dom's growling play-by-play, or else this was going to be over way too soon. Easier said than done.

"That's it baby, take more of his cock in your mouth. Go down further Angelina. Take it all in if you can" Dom encouraged, as she went a little further down the shaft with each motion. "Oh, I gotta have me some of this too!" Dom finally announced.

With that, Dominic got up and stood next to me at an angle, holding his dick in his hand and waving it toward his wife. He had gotten an erection, and I watched with curiosity as he slid the foreskin back. For all his talk about my equipment, his cock was about the same length as mine, although noticeably thinner.

Angela's one hand left my balls and went up to grab her husband's cock. Now holding both of us by the shaft, she began going back and forth between us. From the smooth and effortless way in which she did this, it was obvious that this was not the first time this had happened.

Dom put his hand on my shoulder as his wife continued to alternate between us. I was grateful for the respite, and was feeling somewhat more comfortable with the situation.

"Here Angelina, take us both at the same time" Dominic suggested while moving his member next to mine. The sensation of his cock rubbing against mine was unsettling to me, and I was not let down when Angela gave up after a couple of attempts.

"Can't do it" Angela said gasping. "My mouth's not big enough."

Dominic retreated, to my considerable relief, and Angela went back to work. After a little more oral antics, Angela made it clear she had other things in mind.

"I need one of these dicks in my pussy now or else I gonna scream!" 

8. More firsts

Angela crawled onto the bed and lay on her back waiting. She looked just as incredible on her back, and I was unsure as to what I was to do next. Dominic was standing there next to me, and both of us were sporting raging hard-ons. I was not familiar with protocol, but Angela made the decision for all of us.

"Fuck me Davy" Angela said. "Fuck me hard."

That, even I understood. I crawled on top of her, running my cock through the dense thicket between her legs. Despite the thick growth, there was no missing the opening, as Angela was sopping wet. The head of my cock popped in, and I gradually eased myself down into her.

She was incredibly tight, and for a second I thought I was going to come right away, especially when Angela arched her neck and howled as my cock slid in to the hilt. Thankfully, I managed to hold back, and began to slowly slide back out of her. I pulled back out with equal slowness, finally back out all together before reentering her even slower than the last time.

While I was doing this primarly to maintain control of myself, it apparently had the opposite effect on Angela, who reached up and grabbed handfuls of my chest hair. Her eyes were bulging out of their sockets in an scary Marty Feldman-like way, and as she let out a bloodcurdling howl, the muscles inside of her clamped down on me violently and repeatedly.

Angela fell back onto the bed, her eyes glassy. Dominic came over and knelt beside Angela's head and put his cock next to her lips. This apparently revived her, as she took him into her mouth eagerly. I began pumping away at a sensible rhythm while trying to keep my head at a distance from the action going on in front of me.

I found this amazing, me humping away inside of Angela while she sucked on Dominic's dick. It was like watching a porn movie and being in one at the same time. I laid on my side to not only get a better view, but to rest my arms and free my hands to work over those incredible breasts.

My fingers grazed over the perimeter of those incredible aureolas, the size of which still boggled my mind. I plucked at her nipples, which were taut and so thick, and heard Angela gasp in response. My hands cupped her massive breasts, so firm and full to the touch, and I wondered what it would be like to stick my cock between them.

"Let's change places David" Dominic suggested, as he pulled out of Angela's mouth and came around the side of the bed. I pulled out and went around to the head of the bed, where Angela's open mouth took me in. I looked down at saw Dominic slide his member into his wife and start thrusting away vigorously.

"Probably can't feel me after David opened you up, can you Angelina?" Dominic asked while watching his wife's tongue dance around the swollen head of my cock.

"Feels nice Dominic, you know that. I love you making love to me" Angela said before going back to me. "Feels real nice."

Angela's tongue began sliding up and down the underside of my cock, licking and nibbling the shaft like it was an ear of corn, occassionally swiping the tip of my dick which continued to ooze.

Angela had me straddle her head, and after I worked my way around onto the pillows, she began sucking on my balls, taking first one and then the other into her mouth.

Dominic was thrusting away in Angela, his head nearly hitting my cock which bobbed practically in his face. I tried to pull back to give him room but I couldn't seem to get away so if it bothered him, he didn't give any indication. 

Angela let my left nut pop out of her mouth and began licking and sucking the underside of my sack, and then her tongue began sliding around the space between my balls and my anus. I soon discovered that this was a very sensitive area, and this new sensation was incredible, as I had never experienced anything like this before.

After a minute of this, Angela's tongue began sliding further back toward my anus. I was going to move or warn her when it dawned upon me that this was not an accident. This suspicion was confirmed when Angela's tongue began gliding around the opening. The caused me to lurch forward and almost lose my balance.

Angela's hands came around and grabbed me by the hips, steadying me until I regained my balance. I let out a moan that sounded like a tortured cow as she probed away around the tender and until now virginal area. I was initially afraid that Dominic would see what Angela was doing down there, but since it was all happening inches away from his face, it soon hit me that he not only knew, he apparently approved. 

In time, Dominic pulled out of his wife and we changed positions again. Dom was on his back and Angela got on all fours and began sucking him again. I got behind those incredible ass cheeks and slid my cock up and down the crack before finding the warm grotto of her pussy.

I began pounding away, and then remembered the mirror and looked up. I thought I looked pretty damn stupid but Angela looked beautiful, and Dominic was thankfully out of my line of vision, our bodies now throughly drenched in sweat. While I looked like a soggy raccoon, the perspiration made Angela's bronze body even more dazzling. I squeezed her delightfully firm and round ass cheeks and thrust away with renewed intensity.

Two things crossed my mind around this time. One was, for all Dominic's talk about having trouble keeping it up, he was certainly not having any problem in that regard that I could see. Angela's head continued to bob up and down on Dominic's dick, which seemed to be as hard as ever.

Secondly, was the fact that I couldn't come. For whatever reason, no matter how hard I tried, I remained just out of reach of an orgasm. I had fought the urge for so long and now it eluded me. Still hard as a rock and still enjoying it all, but not coming. Not even close.

On and on it went. I heard Dominic come, Angela's body spasming as Dominic released his load into Angela's eager mouth. Angela and I then changed positions frequently, me finding new and exciting ways to pound away into that warmth. She came numerous times; howling away as Dominic whispered into her ear, or him holding her down while I savaged her as hard as I could. Still, for me nothing.

How was this, in my mind rank inepitude on my part, received? Angela loved it! Dominic was amazed! I was the most incredible lover imaginable in their eyes. They couldn't get over my masterful control. Ha! Talk about the blind squirrel finding the nut! If they only knew. Maybe it was Dominic's presence, or the fact that we were making physical contact with each other frequently that was the cause. I really had no idea, but this was becoming a little painful. 

I shortly found myself standing by the side of the bed with Angela once again licking and sucking away on my cock, which was almost purple in color by now, almost rubbed as raw as my palms, knees and elbows were. How long had this gone on? I had no clue. certainly far longer than ever before or since. 

Dominic appeared with his erection back in tow and put his arm around me like a long lost brother.

"You want to take my Angelina in the ass David?" he asked calmly, much like he was offering me a beer, one of which which at this point I could certainly have used.

"No!" Angela yelped after taking me out of her mouth. "Davy too fat for back there, it hurt too much. Why don't you do me there and Davy go in my pussy? Davy feels so good in there."

So it was decided. I laid on my back and Angela straddled me, enveloping my cock in her now dripping pussy. Dominic was positioning himself behind Angela after getting a tube of what was apparently some kind of lubricant. I could have sworn I could feel it when his finger went inside Angela's ass, and when he put his cock into her, I knew I could feel that.

It was like our cocks were rubbing against each other through a thin wall. While this bothered me to an extent, it wasn't as distracting as the feel of Dominic's hairy legs rubbing against mine as he humped his wife from behind.

All this was not enough to keep me from staying very interested and very aroused, however. Angela was moaning and groaning above me, bending over to bite and suck my nipples. I felt so close to coming... so on the edge... but still nothing.

We disengaged after a bit, and I was banging away into Angela while laying on my side, with Dominic now getting his nuts sucked while astride Angela's face. I watched with interest as Dominic leaned back, and his hairy nut sack fell over her chin.

I knew from experience what was going on down there, and heard Dominic moan with delight as Angela no doubt had reached her target. His cock, seconds earlier in a semi-erect state, suddenly sprang to life. He howled as his untouched dick began to wildly jerk up toward his stomach and cum began to spurt out onto Angela's tits, a series of milky squirts accompanied by Dominic's groans.

For whatever reason, this sight sent a surge through my entire body. After Dominic had gotten off of Angela's face, I mounted her in earnest and began drilling her into the bed as hard as I could. Dominic seemed to understand what was going on, so he grabbed Angela's wrists and held them down back by the headboard.

The incredible sight of Angela pinned down helplessly beneath me was enjoyable, but unnecessary by this point. As felt my toes curl from the orgasm that was surging on its way, I suddenly panicked. Was I not supposed to come inside of her pussy or did that just apply to her mouth? 




Summer 1971



With no time to ask, I pulled myself out when I was about to come, and began sliding the underside of my cock up and down the lips of her pussy. The moist, coarse pussy hair against my cock as it slid through the channel was all I needed. It felt like an electric shock as I felt the first blast of semen explode out of me, followed my a seemingly endless series of similiar ejaculations.

I heard Dominic yell something as the spasms mercifully eased and I opened my eyes to see the copious amount of semen I had deposited all over Angela's stomach and breasts. Dom and Angela were both giggling and while at first I thought they were laughing at me, it was the stringy stand of seed I had somehow managed to get in Angela's hair that tickled their funny bones. Well, it was a load off my mind, that much was for certain. 

9. Afterwards

After we caught our breath, we headed outside to the pool with drinks, all naked as jaybirds in the refreshing night air. I had always been so shy about being naked, yet this felt so natural that I felt very comfortable.

We splashed around in the pool for awhile, and then Angela came over and started groping me under the water. I thought she had to be insane, because there was no way this was going to happen.

Of course, it was a few minutes later that I found myself sliding my cock into Angela's pussy as Dominic held her up from behind. Angela wrapped her legs around me and we were off to the races once more. 

I came much faster this time, but I had the presence of mind to ask if I should pull out when I came. Dominic and Angela said NO! emphatically and in unison, so when I orgasmed this time I came inside her to our mutual delight, as her vaginal muscles coaxed every drop of sperm possible from me.

That drained me completely, and so we all staggered into the house. After I visited the bathroom and came back to the bedroom, Angela was just changing the sheets, replacing the sweat and bodily fluid encrusted ones with a fresh set.

Angela jumped into bed as Dominic killed the lights and joined his wife. I didn't know where the spare bedroom was, but when I asked, Angela smiled and patted the empty place next to her.

So shrugging and exhausted, I climbed in next to Angela and soon fell fast asleep.

10. Final thoughts

I awoke from a nice dream at some point in the night, only to discover that it wasn't a dream. Angela was down between my legs, and I was getting an incredibly intense blow job. She was sucking me like there was no tomorrow, and my cock was responding.

I looked up above me at the mirror but it was so dark that I couldn't see anything, which was too bad, as I would have liked to watch. I tried my best to keep quiet, as I thought that Dominic might still be sleeping. As she churned my balls relentlessly in her hand, I felt the inevitable rush of orgasm begin to rise within me.

I hissed to her that I was going to come, but she was not going to stop or pull off, even when I repeated it. When I felt myself come into her eager mouth seconds later, I felt a pang of regret and betrayal wash over me. Although I enjoyed it as much as was humanly possible I felt that I had let Dominic down.

As my cock deflated and was released from her grasp, I heard whispers from the foot of the bed, and felt the motion of the bed as the two of them came back up from down there.

And as they went back to sleep, I found it a little more difficult to join them, not because I was confused at all as to what had just happened. What I wasn't really sure of, then or now, was exactly who else was on the other end. 

thank you for reading

Please note: Two of the main characters of this story were Italian-Americans who had fairly recently come to this country. While I did not exactly recreate their speech mannerisms by constantly using them, I did let in little references to the lyrical ways they spoke English, which I always found delightful to listen to.

Having grown up in a predominately Italian neighborhood, and married an woman whose father's family was Italian, I certainly meant no disrespect toward them or their courageous effort to assimilate into American society by learning the language as well as they did. As a generalization, I feel it speaks volumes about them in recognizing the importance of learning the language that is the key to people of any origin succeeding here. 



Summer 1986



Chapter I

Maggie Dantino and I had been friends since 1984. We were attending different colleges in Boston and met while working part-time at Saks 5th Avenue. 

It was the summer of 1986, when Maggie invited me to her parent's home in Pine Hill, NJ. Her younger brother was graduating from Prep School and her folks were throwing a huge party. Of course I jumped at the chance to get out of Boston for a weekend. I had met her family on several occasions when they were in town visiting Maggie, so I felt comfortable at the prospect of staying in their home. Plus, Maggie had told me her mom was looking forward to me coming along. 

We arrived late Friday night, so I couldn't see much of the landscape. But what I could make out was beautiful. Pine Hill, NJ was obviously a town of wealth. Huge homes that qualified to be Estates sitting on acres of land, some of which surrounded a golf course. I knew Maggie's father ran a successful construction company, but I had no idea he was so wealthy. The driveway was 500 feet long and after about 250 feet, there was a huge barn on the left with the main house straight ahead. They had a pool and a hot tub with a Pool House that had a full kitchen, den, full bath and a spiral staircase that lead to a loft which was the bedroom. When we got into the house, everyone was asleep. There was a note on the kitchen table that read "Dinner is in the fridge. See you in the morning. Love, Mom." We had a little supper and headed to bed. I was happily surprised that I had my own room. I quickly got ready for bed and crawled in. I was so tired that I think I was asleep before my head hit the pillow!

I woke up early and decided to get up. I discovered that I also had my own bathroom and decided to take a shower and get dressed. I could hear voices down the hall, so I figured everyone was up too. I was drying off when I heard Maggie's Dad call out "Let's go ladies, breakfast!" So I grabbed my clothes and started to get dressed when all of a sudden there was this hard knock at my door followed by the door opening. It was Maggie's dad, so I quickly tried to cover up as I was only dressed from the waist down. He was just as shocked as I was and said "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry!" but, as he closed the door, he turned his head towards me again. He obviously liked what he saw. I know this because I noticed the slight grin on his face.

I finished putting myself together and decided to forget the whole thing. I met Maggie in the hallway and we headed into the kitchen together. We all sat down together and ate breakfast. It was quite the spread. Maggie's mom said that there was going to be lots of food at the party, so to have a good breakfast and save our appetites for later. Maggie and I helped to clean up after breakfast and then she offered to give me a tour of the property. When we got outside, there was a lot of commotion. All of the deliveries for the party were arriving at the same time and Maggie's dad was trying to direct traffic. He saw us coming and said "if you ladies can wait a few minutes, I'll join you." So we waited. While we were waiting I asked Maggie how long her parent's had been married. "25 years next month. They married very young." Maggie's mom, Angela Dantino, was 43 and looked it. She had blonde hair and blue eyes, medium height and was in pretty good shape. You could tell she was beautiful when she was young. Still, she was an attractive woman for her age. She was generous, kind and always smiling. Paul, Maggie's father was very handsome. He was 46, but he could easily pass for much younger. He had olive skin, hazel eyes and black hair that was graying around the temples. He evidently worked out because his frame, though short in height, was defined. And, like Angela he was of a good disposition. 

As we stood there talking we saw Paul heading back towards us. As he walked up he said "let's take that tour" and off we went. Angela had already showed me the main house, so we walked over to the pool area, which was huge. The pool went from 4 feet to 10 feet deep. The hot tub was large enough to accommodate 10 people. We then went into the pool house. It was amazing. Paul explained to me that they use this as a guest house when necessary, but he had designed and built it to live in just in case Maggie or her brother would want to live in it while they were trying to establish themselves professionally after college. It was beautiful. Maggie admitted that she had intended to move in after college. 

We headed towards the barn which was 2500 square feet. It housed 2 horses, all the riding gear and also served as storage. The horse stalls were elaborate and impeccable. The riding gear was top of the line. There were at least a dozen saddles to chose from. We'll go riding before we leave" Maggie said. "oh, you ride?" Paul replied. I explained that I had not been on a horse since I was 17, but had many a lesson and rode quite a bit prior to going to college. I was excited about getting to ride. "It's getting late, be better get going" Paul remarked. It was already noon and the guests would be arriving in an hour!

Maggie and I headed back to the main house to clean up and get changed. I took another shower, but this time my mind began to wander back to early morning when her father had barged into my room while I was half naked. I probably wouldn't have given it a second thought if he hadn't glanced back. If he had just left, I would not have seen the evidence of arousal. As I lathered myself up I began to fantasize that it was Paul's hands bathing me. I began to tease my clit and slowly move to fingers inside. I was getting into it, my nipples were hard and I was teasing them one handed while I increased each thrust within. I was holding back the urge to moan. I knew I didn't have a lot of time, and I needed to cum, so I propped 1 leg up and in a fury of motion I came. I needed to collect myself and get ready. 

I had bought a pale pink linen sleeveless dress and matching high-heeled sandals just before we left. I had even found a pale shade of pink lipstick as a finishing touch. Maggie walked in and was sporting white linen pants with a matching blouse and sandals. She had beautiful brown hair and green eyes. She was very much built like her mother. I complimented her right away. "You look great!" "Thanks! You do to!" Maggie replied. I had to admit, I did. I was tan, so I didn't need more than a little blush and lipstick. My dress showed off my tanned skin, my long red hair, and my figure. Probably a little too much cleavage, but no sense in trying to hide a 38D. 

By the time we got to the pool area, the guests had started to arrive. They had set-up a tent over the patio and had hired a jazz trio to play. The Dantino's had also hired a caterer and there were waiters and waitresses walking around with trays of hors d'oeuvres. Everyone was dressed up, including Maggie's brother Philip and his friends. Philip was the spitting image of his father, right down to his hazel eyes. I caught a glimpse of Angela, she was wearing a yellow dress and matching shoes. Maggie excused herself to go talk to her mom and I decided to head towards the bar. I was 21 after all and I wanted a drink. I ordered a champagne cocktail and as I was waiting, Paul walked up and said "You look lovely Eden. Quite breathtaking indeed." I could feel myself blushing in response "Thank you Mr. Dantino, you're looking rather handsome as well." And he did. He was wearing fitted dressy khaki chino's with a white oxford shirt, no tie, complimented with a navy blazer and wearing loafers with no socks. My mind began to wander and then I heard "Eden, please call me Paul." I nodded and then excused myself to find Maggie. 

The party was a great success. People seemed to be enjoying themselves. Maggie and Angela made sure I met everyone. Through the night I noticed that Paul was staring at me. I told myself it was a coincidence, but deep down I knew otherwise. Paul Dantino, though kind and charming was also use to getting what he wanted. And, I was torn between not wanting it to be me that he wanted and wanting him to want me. I tried to focus on the guests. I love to people watch! My goodness, everyone was dressed so impeccably. I even danced with Philip. Time just flew by and before I knew it the outside lights were on. Paul had put up white lights on the trees and shrubs. It was beautiful. I thought the party would never end, but alas, it did. 

The last of the guests had left and everyone was tired, except me. Phil had gone over to a friends and Maggie and Angela were heading to bed early. "Don't forget, we're going horseback riding early tomorrow." I asked Maggie if it would be ok for me to hop into the hot tub for a few minutes to relax. She showed me how to turn it on and then we walked into the house together. She was going to bed and I was going to change into my bathing suit.

I had been in the hot tub for a few minutes when I heard "mind if I join you?" It was Paul, dressed only in swim trunks with a towel swung over his shoulder. "please do" I replied. What the hell else was I going to say? It was his home, his hot tub. So, he got in and sat across from me. Thank goodness I wore a one piece bathing suit. Unfortunately, as modest as it was, it could not hide my cleavage or my erected nipples. Paul slid around to sit next to me. He started to tell me about his life and how he came from nothing and built a successful business with nothing more than a high school education. He told me that he and Angela were childhood sweethearts and that they were married almost 25 years. I was waiting for him to use some lame excuse as a reason to cheat. You know the ones that start out with "my wife doesn't understand me," etc. But he didn't. I told him a little bit about growing up in Florida and that I was fortunate like Maggie to have successful parents that provided me the best of everything while teaching me to appreciate it. 

We chatted for a while and then out of nowhere he kissed me. I pulled back and asked him what he thought he was doing. 

He smiled and said "Eden, I want to fuck you. I know what you're thinking... I'm married and you're my daughters friend. Well, I don't care. When I saw you this morning half naked it was all I could think about. And looking at you tonight I just knew I must have you. I would never force you, so if you're not interested, I'll leave you alone." 

I was so stunned I couldn't speak. He started to get up to leave. "Wait," he stopped. "If I agree to be with you will you promise me that you would never let Maggie or Angela know?" 

He smiled an replied "I'm no fool, of course I would never tell." I nodded and he sat back down. 

He cupped my face in his hands and began to kiss me; gently at first then more greedily. He slowly moved one hand down my neck, down my chest and rested on my breast and began to tease my nipple. He stopped and pulled away gently and said "not here, come with me." I obeyed and took his hand and walked with him into the barn. The threw down a few horse blankets and then helped me out of my bathing suit and then removing his. I laid down as he watched. He knelt down beside me and kissed me, I could feel his erect member rubbing my hip. He was at least 6 inches, if not more. I reached out and he grabbed my hand as if to say no, not yet.

His mouth found it's way to each breast. Sucking and teasing my nipples. Biting them hard enough to get me to moan. His sucking was like an infant to his mothers breast. He then ran his tongue between my breasts, over my stomach until he reached my pussy. I was already wet. He wasted no time and buried his face between my legs. He licked and sucked my clit until I moaned with delight. He forced 2 fingers inside of me and began to thrust hard, rubbing my clit with his thumb until I came. Unable to contain myself any longer, I came with delight. It was an amazing orgasm. I wanted to return the favor, so I sat up and instructed him to lay down. I pushed his legs apart and nestled myself in between and began to tease the tip of his cock with my tongue. (Now that I was close-up I could see that he was way beyond 6 inches and very thick!) His pre-cum was pouring out and my teasing changed to gentle sucking. He moaned as my tits rubbed against his balls. I slowly swallowed him whole, which wasn't easy with his long thick cock. I began fucking his cock with my mouth, deep throating him as much as I could. He grabbed my hair and started guiding my head up and down. 

"Oh Eden...mmmm...you do that so good." With that, I sucked harder. His moans became louder and then all of a sudden he grabbed my arms and flipped me over. "Now I'm going to fuck you!" 

I spread my legs and arched my back showing my approval. He wrapped my legs around his hips and plunged his cock into me. I told him to fuck me hard. 

His penis was long and thick. It actually hurt at first, but the pain became pleasure. As soon as I came he rocked back and pulled me forward and all of a sudden I was on top. He held my hips to help me bounce up and down, driving his cock inside me. He grabbed my tits and held on to them, pinching my nipples as I continued to move up and down. I lost count of the orgasms. All I know is I could feel my cum dripping down from me to him. Letting go of my tits, he pulled me down and without detaching, rolled us over. He took hold of my ankles and pulled them up to rest on his shoulders. I felt his balls smack against my ass with each thrust. I could tell by the look on his face and his breathing that his climax was near. 

"Cum on my tits" I barely could get the words out. I brought my legs down and sat up halfway, supporting myself with my arms. Tilting my head back and closing my eyes. Soon, I felt a warm wetness on my chest. I lifted my head and opened my eyes to watch as the rest of his hot cum sprayed all over me.

What happened next surprised me. Instead of collapsing next to me, he began to lick the cum off me. He didn't stop until he had licked me clean. He then laid next to me and pulled me towards him. 

Caressing my side and playing with my hair he whispered in my ear, "That was amazing!" I smiled and enjoyed the embrace. "We'd better go before someone comes looking for us" he said. We gathered our suits and walked across the yard naked. Quietly, we said good-night and managed to get into the house and to bed without disturbing anyone. 

Chapter II

I woke up Sunday morning to the sound of knocking at my door. It was Maggie. "Come on sleepy-head, time for breakfast!" I got up, threw on my riding clothes, put my hair up and met Maggie in the kitchen. When I got there, Angela and Paul were already seated at the table. 

"Good morning ladies, glad you could join us." Nothing like a little sarcasm at 8 o'clock in the morning. "The horses are saddled up and ready to ride" announced Paul. 

"Dad, why don't you come with us" Maggie replied. 

"I thought you only had 2 horses?" I chimed in. Maggie explained that one of their neighbors had a few horses and that we could borrow one. 

Paul said: "I'll call Jerry and see if he'll loan Dixie to me for a few hours." He excused himself to make the call. A few minutes later he came back saying "All set. I'm going to go over now. I'll meet you ladies at the top of the trail in 20 minutes." And off he went.

Maggie and I walked over to the barn to get the horses. Rendezvous, the horse I was going to ride was a 3 year old Paint, about 15 hands. Maggie's horse, Topper was identical to rendezvous. Both horses had Western Saddles. Rendezvous saddle was black, while Topper's saddle was tan. We mounted tour horses and took off to meet Paul.

About 10 minutes into our ride, we caught up with Paul, who was already at the top of the trail waiting for us. "About time" he said. And off we went. We were totting along, mostly so that I could get use to the horse and see the beautiful landscape around me. It was breathtaking. I was getting confident as we continued to ride. I felt very safe sandwiched between Maggie and Paul. I guess they figured if I got into trouble they were both within reach.

We had cleared a small hill and Paul stopped. "Why don't we take a break." We dismounted and tied the horses to a tree. Maggie had a small blanket to sit on, so she put it out and we sat amongst the trees. It was beautiful. Paul explained that the trail abuts roughly 20 properties and that everyone agreed to share the trail and make sure it was kept up and safe. We were about 20 feet away from the trail sitting within a circle of trees that allowed the sun to stream in from the top.

As we were talking a young woman about my age was riding towards us. "Hi everyone!" 

Maggie stood up and said "Claire, what are you doing here?" 

The young woman smiled and replied "I'm up for a few days visiting my family." She dismounted and walked over to Maggie and they hugged . Maggie walked her over to introduce her to me. 

"Eden, I'd like you to meet my childhood friend Claire." "Claire, this is Eden, my good friend from Boston." 

"Nice to meet you" we both replied in unison. 

Finally, Paul spoke; "You're riding alone? You know better than that." 

She shrugged her shoulders and said "You're right, but it was such a nice day, I couldn't resist. I was actually about to turn around and then I saw all of you sitting and had to come over." 

Paul smiled and nodded and said "Maggie, why don't you ride back with Claire and then I'll come pick you up later with the horse hitch." 

"What about Eden?" she replied. 

I was thinking the same thing. Actually, I was thinking more than that. Heaven help me for the thought that ran through my mind as they spoke. 

Paul replied, "I'll show her the rest of the trail and then we'll head back home and then come get you at Claire's." 

Claire seemed to like the idea and I really didn't mind. Maggie looked at me and asked me if I would mind if she spent a little time with Claire. I assured her it was of no concern and to enjoy her visit. She gave me a big hug and said "Thanks! See you in a few hours."

As they rode off, Paul and I mounted and headed up the trail. "I want to show you something Eden." 

"Alright Paul, you lead the way." The trail became a little narrow and declined a bit. I could swear I heard water. "Are we near water Paul?" 

"Just a bit further beyond those rocks." 

As we rode past the rocks there was a clearing with a small stream. It was breathtaking. We dismounted and Paul took the horses and tied them to a small tree. 

"Eden, if you like, you can wade in the water. It's only 2 feet deep in the middle" 

Seemed like a good idea to me, so I took off my riding boots and socks and walked into the stream. The water was cool and comforting. A few minutes later Paul was wading with me. He walked in front of me and turned to face me. Smiling, he said "I guess the water is a bit cold for you." Of course I knew he was teasing me because my nipples were rock hard from the chill I got from standing in the stream. 

"You're right Paul, the water is cold. I think I better get out before my toes turn blue!" 

We both walked out of the stream together. Paul grabbed the blanket and we sat down facing the water. There was this silence that was overpowering. The sexual tension between us was enormous. Finally, Paul spoke breaking the silence. 

"Eden, I enjoyed being with you last night. You were amazing. I know I have no right to expect anything more, but, to be honest, all I've wanted to do all day is fuck you." He continued. "As I said last night, I would never force you and if you don't feel the same way, I'll drop it and take you back to the house." 

I knew he was sincere. Despite the fact that he's a bit of a cad, he manages to still be a gentleman. I took a deep breath before replying. "Paul, I enjoyed being with you too. I have mixed feeling about what happened last night. You're Maggie's father and I'm her trusted friend. On the other hand, you're handsome , sexy and a good fuck. I know what I want to do. It's more a question of should I do it." 




Summer 1986



Paul smiled and put his hand on my shoulder. "Eden, I've learned a lot in my life. And, one thing I truly believe is that when an opportunity is presented to you, you must grab it." I nodded. "Look Eden, life is way too short. I want you, you want me. Why deny ourselves over rules that we didn't make or agree to?" 

He had a point. This was about the two of us. No one would ever know but us. "Paul, I don't want Maggie to be hurt. You made me a promise last night. I need you to make it again." 

Paul cupped my face in his hands, kissed me on the forehead and said "Eden, this is between you and me. It will stay between you and me. I give you my word." He moved closer to me and kissed me gently. "Now, my dear Eden, I'm through talking for now." 

I smiled. "Yes Paul, no more talking."

We stood up and began to undress each other in silence. It didn't take long for us to get naked. I stepped back to look at Paul. God he was gorgeous! He already had a massive hard-on. I just couldn't get over the size of his penis. I truly enjoyed looking at him. All of him. I realized he was staring at me as well. The attraction was mutual and we both needed to do something about it. 

We walked towards each other and embraced. This time I kissed him. Slow and romantic at first. Then the kisses became hungry and erotic. I took hold of his tongue and began to suck it. He liked it and began to suck my tongue. He sucked hard and long. I could feel myself getting more and more wet. I could feel his rock hard penis rubbing against me as my tits were pressed up against his chest. We finally broke from our kiss, both of us breathless. I began to kneel and he grabbed my arms and pulled me up saying "Not today. Today I want to be inside you." That being said he pulled me down and underneath him.

We began to kiss and then Paul began to move his mouth down to my breasts. He sucked my nipples until they ached. He fondled each breast hungrily. I moaned with delight. In fact, the more I moaned the more attention he showed. 

I ran my fingers through his hair and said "If you keep that up I'll cum before you even get between my legs." 

Stopping for a moment to reply "Well, we can't have that!" Paul pulled himself halfway up and grabbed my ankles and pushed my legs towards me until the heels of my feet were at my ass. I could see his magnificent cock was hard and ready to plunge into me. 

Slowly he entered me and didn't stop until he heard me moan. Staring at me, I saw a look of determination on his face. He began slow, even, rhythmic thrusts. I found myself pushing to meet his thrusts, helping him move deeper inside me. He released my ankles so I could stretch my legs, but all I did was wrap them around his waist. I was moaning with delight. The louder I moaned the harder and faster his thrusts became. He leaned down and swooped me up, never missing a beat. I was sitting on his lap and he was rocking us back and forth. 

"I want to be on top." I said breathlessly. His rocking stopped and he laid back. Remembering the night before, I took his hands and rested them on my hips. I started to bounce up and down on his long, hard cock. He gripped me hard and began guiding me up and down. I began to fondle my breasts while he watched. Now he was the one moaning in ecstasy. The more he moaned my name the faster I moved. He let go of my hips and reached out to grab my tits. I leaned in a bit and watched him as he pinched my nipples until they were red. He had an expression of pure delight on his face. It was at that moment I knew I wanted him to cum inside me. I wanted to feel his hot thick cum shoot inside me. But not with me on top.

I brought my hands to his and gently moved them to his side. I slowed my bouncing thrusts until I stopped. Slowly, I pulled myself off of him and got on all fours. No explanation required. Paul knew exactly what to do. He go on his knees grabbed a hold of my ass and plunged inside my pussy from behind. His fingertips were digging into my flesh, but I didn't care. My tits were bouncing all over. Paul's grip was getting tighter and tighter. I was getting close to my own climax and was holding out on a thread. 

Breathlessly, Paul said "Eden, I'm going to cum inside you." 

To which I replied "yes, Paul, yes. I've been waiting for..." Before I could finish my sentence, we climaxed together. The orgasm was more intense than the night before. His cum was hot and thick. As he released himself from me I could feel it roll down my thigh. We collapsed on the blanket trying to catch our breath. My body way tingling all over and by the look of Paul, his was too!

Suddenly, I glanced down at my watch. "Oh my gosh Paul! It's two o'clock!" Over two hours had passed in what seemed to be minutes. 

"Ok Eden, don't worry. We're only 30 minutes from the house." Paul said assuring me. We cleaned up a bit and got dressed and mounted the horses. Rendezvous was a little jumpy. 

"Eden, he smells your scent, rub his neck to calm him down." I obeyed and sure enough he calmed down. Good thing because we needed to get back to the house.

When we arrived back, Maggie was home. "Where have you two been?! Claire's father had to bring me back!" 

Thinking fast, I replied: "You're dad took me beyond the stream and then Rendezvous got a little fussy, so we stopped and took a rest." 

Paul chimed in "We started talking and I guess we lost track of time." 

"Oh, ok. That makes sense." Maggie replied. 

Paul added: "I'm sorry we worried you kiddo. Is mom in the house?" 

Maggie smiled: "Yes dad, she's preparing an early dinner before Eden and I leave." Upon hearing that, Paul headed to the house.

Maggie and I went cleaned up changed and packed before heading down for dinner. Angela had made a pot roast with all the trimmings. We opted for lemonade in lieu of red wine since we had a 5 hour drive ahead of us. We finished up dinner made one more trip to the bathroom and loaded up the car. Angela, being the typical Italian mother, had packed a cooler full of drinks and sandwiches for our trip.

We said our good-byes and I thanked Angela and Paul for their generous hospitality. Angela hugged Maggie and I together and then went in the house. Paul slipped Maggie some money as he hugged and kissed her good-bye. 

As Maggie got into the car, Paul looked at me and said: "Eden, it was good to see you again." We hugged good-bye and he whispered in my ear "Thank you for our time together. I'll never forget it as long as I live." 

I smiled to myself and replied "Neither will I."



Summer 2000



My mobile phone rang and vibrated on the desk in my site office. I picked it up and glanced at the screen to see if it was a recognised number, perhaps even the caller's name. The screen told me it was the office calling.

"Hello?" I said a second after hitting the green answer button.

"Hello Brad, its Lucy here, I have Mr. Ash on the line for you. Just putting you through." The line went quiet for a moment.

Mr. Ash was the Managing Director of Ash Construction who had employed me as a Site Agent. I had been with them for only six weeks, two of which had been spent on holiday in Crete.

Things had gone bad when I returned to work on the construction of a new annex to a primary school. As I walked on site, I found a seventeen-ton 360 degree digger sitting astride a three-meter deep trench. The sides were crumbling and it had been raining all weekend.

To top it all, no trench supports had been put in place and Murphy was asking for a ladder so he could get down to the bottom to retrieve his hard hat. The machine was likely to topple into the trench and probably bury Murphy at the same time.

To cut a long story short, I stopped the job on health and safety grounds. Tore a strip off the Construction Manager who had been baby sitting my job while I was away and very nearly came to blows with the ground working sub-contractor who owned the machine.

I guess I had been expecting the call from Mr Ash and fully expected to be invited to fuck off.

"Robin, its David Ash here." He didn't sound too pissed with me. "I understand you have stopped the job in Caterham."

I told him I had and the reasons for my calling a halt to the madness. I reminded him that I was ultimately responsible for what went on on-site and I had no intention of being jailed because of some crazy Irishman and a Construction Manager too lazy or stupid to see what was wrong.

"Well yes, I see your point. However, that wasn't what I was calling about..." He paused, perhaps to allow me to stop spluttering.

"... I want you to come into the office, today, if you would. Your company car is waiting here for you. It isn't a new one, but will do for now. I also want to go over a new project with you. I need someone to run a job we have, one hundred and eighty flats in Deptford that are being refurbished. We are sacking the two site Managers who between them have fucked it up royally. Can you get here within the hour? Oh, and by the way, your probation period is over.

I was flabbergasted; three months probation had just turned into six weeks. I guess stopping the job had been the right thing to do and I was getting a nice shiny car to boot. I called my wife to let her know.

And so, that afternoon, stepping from my Ford Focus, I found the site I was to run. Two large blocks of brick built social housing that had been constructed just after the war as a quick solution to the housing shortage caused by the bombing of London. The flats (apartments) were stacked on top of each other with a shared balcony connecting each front door and a concrete staircase at each end. They were hideous and depressing to look at.

The site compound didn't thrill me too much either. Three converted steel containers formed the site-office; stores and an admin hut all encompassed with steel, mesh fencing. It didn't look promising and I soon found out the extent that the two previous Managers had made a mess of things.

Each of the flats was to have new PVC double glazed windows, a new front door, a new fitted kitchen, a refurbished bathroom and a new heating and hot water system. This was to modernise the living conditions of the flats and bring them up to an acceptable European standard.

The thing was though; each flat was occupied and would be, all the way through the program. The upheaval to their daily lives was incalculable and perhaps, that is where the two Managers and the Council, who was the client, had not understood the effect on their customers.

I knew I was in for a rough ride and asked Mr. Ash a few days later, if this was a punishment. He laughed and then told me it needed someone with balls to run it and dig it out of trouble. I thanked him for his faith in me and told him he owed me one. Big time.

I took me a few days to get myself sorted and to understand the degree of works in each flat. Some were having more works than others and it really came down to my assessment of the existing conditions for the dwellings. It meant that I had to visit every household to survey each room and form a specification and schedule of works. That was when the fun began.

I cannot remember exactly, the job was completed many years ago now, but I suppose it much have been about three weeks into it. I visited a flat on the fourth floor, having made an appointment.

The woman answered the doorbell in her housecoat and slippers which I though a bit odd. It was, after all, gone ten in the morning, a bit late to be undressed. Especially as she would have had to be up for her children, take them to school, feed them and so on. I accepted her invitation to enter with my clipboard and prepared forms for various rooms.

This small woman, just less than five foot with mousey hair and a small frame, offered me coffee, which she put on the table in the living room. The survey its self took no more than fifteen minutes. I was ready for the coffee and sat in her living room to talk her through the program and what to expect. I asked if she had any questions at the end of my prepared speech.

"Any chance I can choose the tiles in the bathroom?" She asked, her head cocked to one side and an enigmatic smile on her face.

I told her that we only did diamond white. She sat opposite me in an armchair and damn! Her smile grew wider and her legs parted to show she had no underwear on. I had a grandstand view of her snatch.

"So no chance of a nice light blue then?"

I don't remember what I said, but in fairly quick order she was on my lap, my hand buried up her hole and her tongue down my throat. Man! But could she wriggle. She smelled fantastic; her perfume was subtle and intoxicating. The housecoat was discarded and her tits, even after childbirth, were well formed, not huge and didn't sag. Her belly was nice and tight and all in all, a neat package and willing to use her body to get what she wanted.

I fucked her over the arm of the settee, plunging into her willing body, our juices squishing merrily at the rhythmic onslaught. I don't know how long it lasted, but I do remember blasting a massive load into her guts and then, her saying we could not allow me to leave smelling of sex. This crazy woman sucked off all of our essences.

Needless to say, her bathroom was tiled in a nice duck-egg blue.

Until this job, casual sex was not something I was overly familiar with. Not through naivety, but more a lack of opportunity; How that was to change over the next twelve months. 

Men may think they have the power, not so. The female of the species has the tools to make a grown man beg, cringe or become enslaved, all for the want of cunt. We are such sad bastards really. 

A misses Jackson on the third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at opportunity. My survey appointment took me less than ten minutes, I was getting more proficient at assessing the needs of each flat. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical accent. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual 'big booty' favoured by African women. Mrs Jackson was tall, around six foot and slender as a rake handle.

Memory fades what her particular want in relation to the dwelling upgrade was, but I do remember how pink and hot her mouth was as it gobbled up my dick. Her dark eyes never left mine as my pink cock disappeared into her willing mouth. I thought it would never stop. She had my whole length in her mouth and was throat fucking herself on me. She had the hottest mouth I had every come across, or cum down as a matter of fact. Her nose was squashed against me so that every available inch was twitching as deeply as possible. She maintained her stare as her tongue massaged my cock and then, just as I gasped I was about to come, she managed to find a few more millimetres to shove down her red hot gullet. She showed no signs of swallowing, but it was obvious she had and her kiss of thanks carried that taste of man juice. I had never thought about having a black woman before. Any prejudice I might have carried was blown away by her expert throat action.

After her, any woman was fair game. 

The most memorable though was Sally. All she wanted was a choice of colour for her front door. Simple enough and just a matter of juggling the palette of specified choices.

I sat at her kitchen table on a wooden stool, explaining the process she and her family were going to be subjected to when the kitchen was ripped out and her bathroom was totalled. Sally kept her flat very clean and scrupulously tidy. It was one of the larger units with three bedrooms. Her flat had the advantage of overlooking the communal garden with a grandstand view of the swing park.

We were on a third week of a super hot June, when even breathing was a trial. Instead of my usual suit and tie, I was dressed casually, in a short sleeved, open neck shirt and slacks. Sally had a pair of brilliant white hot-pants on and a gingham print blouse, open at the front and tied under her breasts exposing her stomach.

I remember, as I sat at the table, dribbling on about the need for her to pack stuff up in the kitchen, thinking that she was possibly the prettiest woman in the whole complex. Sally had her dark blond hair tied back in a ponytail. Somehow it just accentuated the curve of her long neck before the collar of her blouse obscured the view. I could see the myriad of veins and arteries just under her clear skin and wanted nothing more than to be biting her, just under the ear.

She had one child, but was hoping for more. Her little daughter was about to start in primary school, but was having a holiday with her Gran in Sussex for a few weeks. Hubby was a delivery driver for a tool hire company. He didn't make a great wage, but they managed.

Her blouse only had two buttons on it and only one was done up. I tried not to stare at the swell of her breasts that showed between the openings of the garment. She didn't make it any easier for me to ignore those partially hidden delights when she sat at the table opposite me and lent forward. 

Sally was slender. Not thin in anyway, but I guess the correct term would be trim. Seeing her exposed stomach showed that she had absolutely no excess fat and the flare of her hips was just perfect. She had made her eyes up with a little colour on the upper lid and perhaps a little gloss to her lips. Those lips that were working at forming words, but were saying to my sub-conscious, kiss me.

I suppose I must have gone off track or something because suddenly, Sally touched my arm to bring me back from whatever fantasy I was wondering around in. I had to apologise and I know I blustered and she laughed. Her laughter lit up her beautiful face and put a sparkle in her eye.

I knew that I wanted her. I knew that I wanted to make love to this gorgeous woman and for her to return the passion. My mind's eye had her naked and trembling in my hands while my mouth went to work on her like some starved vampire.

I don't know why or even what made me ask it, but I blurted out, "Would you like to go swimming?"

She looked quizzical for a moment, and then smiled as the idea appealed.

"Yeah, why not?"

We arranged to meet in ten minutes. I needed to set my teams up for the afternoon and excuse myself for the remainder of the day. In record time, I had closed up my site-office and had the car running by the time she came down the stairs.

It was madness of course. A pure moment of irrationality, but immediately an appealing idea in the heat of this flaming June we were suffering. I didn't have a bathing costume and had to buy one on the way to Tooting Beck Lido.

The place was rammed, heaving with bodies, all trying to get cool and find a bit of personal space in which to put their towel. Of course, I didn't have one with me, but Sally had thought of that and brought two bath towels which, as she found me when she left the changing room, were doing a damned fine job of obscuring her curves.

I had managed to secure two sun beds at the deep end with a bit of shade from the burning sun. Sally placed the towels down and I had my first really good look at her form. She was as near to my idea of perfection as it was possible to be and my cock recognised the lust running amok in my veins. Her shorts curved into the crack of her arse and just seemed to be caressing her cheeks and holding them in pace. I was mesmerised.

I had to jump in the water and thankfully; the coldness shrank the stiffness of my dick into a manageable condition. 

Sally swam like a fish. She laughed and relaxed as we splashed and messed around in the pool. Her laugh was tinkling and a joy to hear. The pleasure of floating and just being childlike was written all over her beautiful face. I guess I realised that I was in danger of falling in love with this delightful creature, but somehow, I didn't care. I just wanted her company and if we managed to get horizontal as well, then that would be a bonus.

Sally's costume went virtually see through when she got out of the pool. As she dried her hair the outline of her pussy was as if she had nothing more than gauze covering it and the darkness of her aureoles was plain to see. The bikini she wore was white, but at that moment, was skin coloured. She stopped rubbing her hair and stared at me staring at her.

"Like what you see?" It was not a coy question and felt like an invitation.

"Very much so. Sally, you are beautiful". It was a simple statement of fact. I though her as gorgeous and telling her felt good.

"Shall we go?" Sally picked up her things and headed for the changing room while I went to the men's locker room.

Ten minutes later, we were sat in the car with the engine running and the air-conditioning at full blast to take the heat out of the stifling cockpit.

"Where to milady?" I asked smiling.

"James, why not point the car in a direction and see where it leads?" She said this in a Lady Penelope voice, posh and nothing like her normal speech pattern with its London accent. We giggled like children as I headed for the countryside of Surrey and a certain place where steppingstones crossed the river Mole.

Her hand rested in my lap, fingertips drawing lazy circles through my slacks and inching ever so slowly towards my crotch. My cock was bent double and really uncomfortable. I shifted, trying to ease the discomfort without giving the game away, but Sally was on top of that.

"A bit uncomfortable are you Brad?" It was a totally unnecessary question, teasing if anything.

"Mm, yes." I tried to concentrate on driving.

Suddenly, she had my zip down and had fished my poor dick out of my trousers. And then, she was sucking the juice right out of it.

"That is so not fair." I told her, but it made no difference. Sally was on a mission to empty my balls and empty them she did, without spilling a drop. God knows how we didn't end up in a ditch as she slurped my cum down her throat.

Eventually, we arrived at the steppingstones and climbed out of the car, but not before I had managed to get my dick back to its rightful place. I had taken her to my favourite spot in the whole world, near to where I had grown up and very likely, my heart's true home. I loved this place and knew every inch of the River over a five mile stretch as it meandered around the foot of Box Hill.

Most everyone, who braved the precarious crossing of the hexagonal blocks of concrete, spaced at about a pace across the fast flowing river, turned left and headed towards a bridge half a mile away. But I had another little spot in mind, along a little used path, overgrown with Japanese orchids and nettles. I knew of a secluded spot, under a big beech tree, right on the bank of the river and away from walkers and sightseers. The opposite bank backed onto the lawn of a large country house. In all the time I had spent in this little hideaway, I had never seen anyone in the garden.

I had to do a bit of moving weeds out of the way as we headed to my favourite spot. A few minutes later, we sat between the gnarled roots of the beech and silently watch the brown river slide by. 

I didn't have anything to say and I guess it was the same for Sally. Words seem incongruous and unnecessary.

She undid the one button of her blouse and shrugged it off. Her hot-pants were next, slipping them over her espadrille shoes until she was completely naked. Unhurriedly, I did the same, struggling to pull my feet out of my trousers in this unfamiliar sitting position. She had brought the towels which were now dry and laid these out while I folded our garments and put them out of the way, draped over a low hanging branch.

Sally, naked, was an absolute vision of perfection. I could not see even the smallest blemish on her skin. Her breasts stood out in perfect orbs, nipples pronounced at the freedom they would be unused to. I stared at her marvelling at her beauty and the way the dappled sunlight, coming through the overhanging leaves of the Beech, played on her skin. I was in awe, too mesmerised to put two rational thoughts together in a string.

"Brad, will you do something for fuck's sake, before I burst?" She had knelt between my feet facing me.

I grinned at her willingness and looked into her eyes, feeling like I would swim in them forever and die a happy man. She grasped my hand, turned it palm upwards and then guided it to her sex. She spread her knees a little to allow my fingers to brush against her folds and enter her body. Her heat was incredible as was her wetness. I slowly finger fucked her, brushing my thumb against her clit as one and then two fingers delved into her.

Sally's head tilted back, her mouth open and her hands clasped behind her back in a classic submissive pose. My fingers hooked and began to massage her G spot while I continued to drink her body in through my eyes. Her tits just had to be touched. Without missing a beat with my busy left hand, I caressed her breast, cupping it as if taking its weight. Slow circular strokes brought her nipple to hardness with goose pimpled aureoles. I had to pinch it, not too hard, just enough to bring a gasp from between her parted lips.

Sally shuddered and gasped as she came over my fingers.

"Oh my god." She sighed, "I've never done it in the open before." She reached down and grabbed my wrist, drawing my fingers from her snatch. I didn't know what she intended so was inclined to just wait and see where she was going.

Sally turned sideways on so her left side was facing me, but still kneeling. She grabbed my hand and again, guided it to her mound. She leant forward a little and gasped, "Use the other hand."

My left was entering her body once again while my right was cupping the peachy softness of her arse, stroking and kneading her pliant flesh.

"Put it inside me please?" She was trembling, in anticipation I guessed, as I slid my fingers under her bottom to join those of my other hand. I pushed a finger in so that both hands were now massaging her walls. I thought that was what she wanted, but I was wrong.

"Not there. Back a bit." She hissed. The penny dropped.

Carefully and using the slick lubrication of her sex, I pushed a finger into her arse. The position was uncomfortable for me and somehow, I managed to bring my legs underneath me so that I could get closer to her and change the angle. I had it just right after a bit of manoeuvring. Sally sat down on my fingers so that I was supporting her between the two sets of digits that played in her holes. The thin membrane between arse and virginal did nothing to disguise the grip her muscles had and the growing heat she exuded.




Summer 2000



She grabbed my cock, more for support and to keep her balance I thought. Her grasp was getting tighter and tighter as her second orgasm built to a crescendo. I had got into a rhythm of hooked fingers, massaging both canals and plunging up and down. 

Sally was almost standing now. Her feet were on the ground, her knees bent and spread wide. I had most of her weight balanced between my questing hands. She had one hand gripping my cock while the other supported her with her palm flat on the trunk of the tree. She was gasping in time with my thrusting fingers and her moans became louder as her orgasm approached.

"There, oh my God! Just there." And then, she began to tremble violently all over. Her bent knees could not keep her up, but my fingers and hands took her weight, keeping her in an upright position. Like a drunk, she let go of my cock and threw her arm around my neck while she shuddered from head to toe.

"Jesus Brad, that was fucking amazing". She at last managed to say as my fingers gently eased out of her body. Her knees were still shaky so I put and arm around her waist and helped her into a sitting position.

"I don't think I have ever cum so hard." She said, her voice a little husky where she had been gasping for the last twenty minutes or so. "Give me a minute and then it is your turn.

The thought of being buried balls deep inside of her appealed very much. My cock ached from being hard for so long and was still quite purple from her vice like grip.

"That will be nice." I nuzzled her neck and cupped a breast, savouring her musk and the softness of her skin. The thought that I would love to be doing just this for the rest of my life banged around in my head. There was no room for my wife at that very moment.

"Do me in the arse Brad?" She lent her head against my forehead. "That is how I like it best."

I didn't get to answer. She turned so that she was virtually sitting on my lap and grabbed my dick to guide it into her rear entrance. My fingers had made the entrance quite slick, but damned, was she tight. Slowly, she leant back, forcing the head into her sphincter until the head passed her outer ring of muscle. As soon as her sphincter allowed for the head, then the rest slid in with no resistance until I was deep in her canal. She was red hot inside, the feeling was just sublime. Sally set the paced while I helped support her weight by holding her butt cheeks. I couldn't see, but could feel her hand plunging into her cunt, creating a friction against my cock through the thin membrane of her two holes, both stuffed full.

"I won't last long Sally." Already, I could feel the roiling in my balls and my cock was as hard as it had ever been. It wasn't often I got to fuck an arsehole; it wasn't something my wife enjoyed. So, with the added thrill of being someplace rare and deep inside a beautiful woman, my balls didn't stand much of a chance.

"You going to cum Brad?" She asked me over her gorgeous shoulder. "Are you going to cum in my bum?"

"Yeah." I managed to gasp. Sally suddenly increased her pace, ramming herself down on my dick and stuffing her fingers into her pussy.

"Tell me Brad. Tell me when. I want to feel it pumping inside me. I want you to fill my guts up with cum and then I'm going to suck you so fucking dry. Come on you cunt. Cum in my fucking dirty arse you bastard." It was the first time Sally had used such language and I guessed it was her way of helping the process. It did the trick.

Suddenly, I lurched up, driving my cock even deeper into her. She grunted as it bottomed out and then squealed as I yelled that I was cumming.

"I'm cumming in your filthy rotten arse you dirty cunt. I'm going to breed you from the inside out." I have no idea where these words came from, but being in tune with her, knew that she would enjoy them.

"Argh." She yelled as my cock exploded, sending gallons of pent up spunk, deep into her colon.

And I, in turn, yelled "Fuck!" at the same time as I rammed into her with the final strokes of my climax. 

We stayed still for a moment as the glow of a mutual orgasm flowed over us and our breathing began to settle. My cock was still buried deep inside of her as she rested with all of her arse in my lap.

"Oh my fucking god!" She took several deep breaths. "That was fucking awesome Brad. Thank you."

"No, thank you Sally." And I meant it. 

She slowly wiggled her bum in my lap and I reached around her to lightly stroke her clit. It was a much more languorous love making, not really designed to bring either one of us off, more of a wind down as my cock softened inside of her. I could not think of anything finer than still being attached to her as we calmed down from those dizzy heights.

After a few minutes and when I eventually left her canal, we washed ourselves in the river and dried on the ruined towels. It was time to head back to reality and the normality of our daily lives. Sally dozed all the way home in the car while I relived the scene and paid automatic attention to driving.

I dropped her off a little way from the blocks of flats. Dusk was setting, it was quite late.

"You going to be okay when you get in?" I asked, hoping that her husband wouldn't be calling the local hospitals by now and going frantic at her being missing.

"It's Jimmy's poker night. He won't be in until late, so no problem." She reached over and brushed my cheek. "Brad, I really had a fantastic day. Thanks for taking me swimming and... well, you know." She smiled as a thought passed through her mind. "I know you have fucked a few of the mums, but I would prefer that what we did didn't get out. Let's keep it between ourselves. Okay?"

"I won't say a word Sally. I haven't about anyone else. So how did you know?"

"We ladies like to gossip." Her smile broadened. "It seems you are quite the Casanova on the quiet." She leant over and kissed me; her lips parted and tongue exploring mine. All too quickly, she broke the contact and said good night as she closed the car door. 

I wish that I could tell you that we repeated our liaison. I wish I could tell you that we continued to fuck and fall in love, but it would not be true. I didn't get to be with Sally again, but every time I saw her, she would smile and often wink at me in conspirital knowledge.

The job continued, gradually catching up to program. I fucked one or two of the lonely housewives, but nothing compared to sally and my heart wasn't really in it.

I had to get her sign off an agreement that she was satisfied with the work and quality. I had an appointment and was really looking forward to having an opportunity to be alone with her again. My deflation when I spotted her little girl at home must have been evident on my face, because, as she signed with a flourish at the bottom of the document, she said that it was a one-time only thing; fantastic and far too dangerous to have been repeated. It boosted my ego a bit to know that it wasn't because I had failed in any way. We men are vain creatures in truth.



Summer 2001 with the Twins



This incident happened to me in the summer of 2001 and as I'm sure you are aware the thought and images still gets me very very hard.

It all started when I met this girl called Sandra, Sandra was from North London, twenty years of age and a cheeky little cow. We started dating after she told me I reminded her of her dad and that I said she could be my little girl. This was Sandra turn on at the time. 

We had been dating for about a month when I finely got to meet her parents and her two younger sisters. It was a Sunday afternoon meeting which at first was pretty awkward until her father and I realised that we supported the same football team. We chatted about them for several hours and laughed about their rivals. The night ended up a good laugh and very quickly I became one of the family.

Sandra's two sisters, Sarah and Kat were just eighteen, they shared many of Sandra's looks, long blonde hair, pert little breasts and tight arse, but Sandra had a softer rounder figure, something to hold on to so to speak. Sarah and Kat did everything together and over the next few months it became a bit of a game to see if I could embarrass them and tease them. Now Sandra worked as a waitress and would often work late shifts, I would go and collect her and drop her home, occasionally we would fuck in the car, but as the relationship grew stronger we would stay at her house and I would sneak out in the early hours.

One morning her father had caught me and I had a lecture about safe sex and being courteous. It was agreed I could stay over and things from there just got better and better.

Sandra's father was in a well-paid job that took him abroad once a month, he worked over in the Middle East, so would go for a week or so at a time. On one occasion he had a project that would take him a month to complete so his wife decided to spend several weeks out there with him.

Sarah had been given a week of late shifts and I had a week off from work, so I would stay over at hers and then potter around during the day. It was during August so Sarah and Kat were of from school, they were at that time, between leaving secondary school and going to college. The girls would often sleep in and I would wake up, kiss Sandra good-bye and go and do my thing.

It was a Friday night when I had gone round to Sandra's and waited for her to come home, she had started to get lifts from one of the other waitresses, which meant more often than not I was warming the bed for when she returned. It was late and Sandra rang to say she was going to go out for a few drinks, I encouraged her to have fun and if she wanted to stay at her friends that night it was okay, she readily agreed and said she would wake me in the morning. 

I decided I was bored so I ventured down stairs to the living room where Sarah and Kat where watching TV, the two were curled up on the couch and watching some thriller / horror, each had a glass of beer and a bowl of popcorn. I plodded myself down and made a few crude comments as usual, Sarah stuck out her tongue at me and I told her if she did it again she would have to use it. Kat piped up she didn't know how. Sarah laughed and said she did.

The film was coming to an end and a few more glasses of beer had been consumed, Kat suggested another film and asked me to choose. I knelt in front of the TV cabinet and pulled out blank videotape with the words of "Our Wedding" on. I laughed and, made a joke saying I didn't think that her parents where married before video was popular, and that is probably a porn movie. Sarah rose, snatched the tape from my hand a pushed into the machine. I sat back laughing and the screen blinked to life, right in front of my face was a picture of the girls mum, lying flat on her back and fingering her own cunt. From the side of the shot another blonde women leaned over and started to kiss the girls mother. In shock just sat and stared, the two girls did nothing, the tape rolled for about another minute when I finely reached forward and switched the tape of. The two girls had gone bright red and nobody said anything. Suddenly Kat blurted out that it was aunt Rose in the video, aunt rose was her mum's sister and they were fucking each other. Sarah looked at me and asked me to turn the tape back on, she wanted to see more. I did as I was told and we sat and watched the film, which lasted for about ten minutes. Towards the end the girl's father had entered and had fucked his wife's sister. The recording finished and an old copy of faulty towers came on. All three of us sat in silence. The only thing moving was my rock hard dick standing hard against my shorts.

The first to notice was Sarah who smiled and said to Kat it had an effect on me; she looked over as I tried to cover the bulge with my hands. Kat smiled and said she was glad she wasn't the only one turned on by it, and that it proved I was just a normal man. Sarah nervously laughed and said that dads dick was very big, and she could not believe that mum had fucked her own sister, for the next five minutes we discussed incest, neither girl however said she was against it. 

I laughed and said there mum had a fantastic figure, but it did not compare to Sandra's. Sarah piped up saying she and Kat had better figures, so I said to them to show me. Kat said she would show me hers if she could see my dick. I stood up and pulled down my shorts. The end of my dick was already covered in precome and it was dribbling down the shaft.

Kat rose and started to undress, very quickly Sarah did the same, their bodies were identical, very hard erect nipples, tight stomachs and pussies that looked like they had been totally shaved. I looked and my dick grew even harder. I pointed to the girl's cunts and asked if they shaved, they said no and that the hair was very, very fine and it just looked that way. Sarah asked me if she could touch my dick, I moved forward and the touch send shock waves through my body. I stood there and took hold of Sarah's hand and moved it up and down the shaft. Kat moved over and I felt her hand caressing my balls. Sarah turned to Kat and they gently kissed, I removed my hand from Sarah's and started to feel one tit on each of the girls. As I touched Sarah's she moaned.

Sarah then pulled my dick and placed it full in her mouth, she started to suck like at it like a lollypop, and I exploded deep in to her mouth, she gagged slightly and coughed, a little of my come split from her lips and on to her chest. Kat reached down and licked the come of her sister's tits. I stood back and watched as these two eighteen-year-old twins started to kiss and caress each other's bodies. They explored every inch and Sarah lay between Kats legs and sucked her clit until she came, Kat returned the compliment, by this time I was hard again and ended up sliding my dick into Kats very wet pussy. The three of us carried on fucking and licking and coming for the next few hours. As we lay there in a heap, the two sisters had explained they had actually seen the video before and had discovered how good family love was. 

As I lay there the two girls collected there clothes and headed up to the showers, I lay on the couch and was stupid enough to fall asleep. It must have been about seven the next morning when Sandra finely came home, she saw me asleep on the couch and a pair of her sisters knickers lying on the floor, my dick was still covered in juices and she could see it. Sandra went fucking ballistic and ended the relationship right then and there. 

I saw Sarah a few months later and joked we should try it again, but Sarah told me Sandra had told her parents and that the two girls were under severe house arrest, since that day I have seen none of them. 



Summer



I can't really remember exactly where my fascination with female things began. My first memory of it is from when I was about six years old, wearing one of my sister's dresses. My parents-who were both very old-school Conservatives and Christians-caught me, and needless to say, they were horrified. It's not something I care to revisit in any detail, not only because it was a traumatizing experience, but because anyone who's been dressing for any length of time likely has had one just like it. No need to keep beating a dead horse.

What I do know is that it wasn't anything sexual with me. Not at that age. I just liked the pretty, feminine things. They spoke to me; they felt right in a way that my boring pants and shirts just didn't. I didn't understand anything beyond that, but what six-year-old has ever been a philosopher? Even Socrates was six once.

But I digress. The real point of this story, and my transition into adulthood, was the summer I turned 19. My..'hobby,' shall we say, had only progressed since my tentative foray into the universe of lace and chiffon, and I was now almost fully immersed in it. Full outfits, stuffed bra, the works. I didn't have a wig, but I'd grown my hair so long that I didn't need one.

It wasn't perfect, though. I was still closeted to every single person in my life, and I had plans to stay that way for the foreseeable future. But I shouldn't make it sound like I was unhappy with the situation. In truth, I preferred it that way. The idea of being open about all of this, everyone knowing this intimate secret about me, was mortifying. I'd never been comfortable being the center of attention, and admitting that I liked to wear women's clothes would be tantamount to prancing out on stage in a ballerina costume in front of everyone. I just couldn't do it.

But the world is a strange place. It has ways of moving life forward, mechanisms that we mere mortals rarely have any control over. In July of 2006, in the little suburb which my family called home, one of these mechanisms took the form of my divorced neighbor Philip.

Before we get into the real nitty-gritty, let me describe myself. My name is Jordan. I'm pretty much average in every way. I'm 5'9", with straight, light brown hair. I wasn't especially effeminate, but my body did have enough feminine curves that my girly clothes looked good with very little extra work on my part. All in all, I was fairly blessed as far as my physical appearance went.

Philip, though-Philip was all man. He was in his late twenties, and managed a highly successful construction company. He was tall, over six feet, and well-muscled. Not bulky, but lean. His hair was as black as midnight, and he always seemed to have a five o' clock shadow. I wasn't attracted to him-I was straight-but the man practically oozed testosterone from every pore in his body. I really felt like a girl when I compared myself to alpha males like Philip.

I'd been enjoying the summer, three months of leisure before I headed off to college. Both of my parents worked, so I was alone in the house most days. Which is heaven to a closeted crossdresser, as many of you know. I pranced around the house in all kinds of girly outfits, just doing normal things. Even cooking or washing the dishes was exciting when I did it in a frilly blouse and miniskirt. If I hadn't tucked myself back, there would have been a very unladylike bulge in the front of my skirt.

The days passed like this for a little while, with me being en femme as often as I possibly could. I went through every outfit in my considerable collection at least twice, experimenting with different combinations-this top and that skirt, this one with these jeans, etc.

Every once in a while I would go next door and hang out with Philip. Despite the age difference, he and I had a lot in common. We would just sit around for hours, sometimes watching his big screen TV, sometimes playing video games, and always drinking. Just regular guy stuff, except that he was almost ten years older than me.

But that all changed in mid-July, about six weeks into summer vacation. Philip and I were parked on his couch as usual, beers in hand, while some football game or another played on the TV. I didn't care much for football, but I knew it well enough to be able to follow the game, and I didn't want to be rude since it was his house. So I just grinned and bore it.

When the halftime buzzer sounded, Philip muted the TV and turned to look at me.

"You know, you're not as covert as you think you are."

I blinked. "What are you talking about?"

He smirked, a sly look that I didn't like flickering across his face.

"You know, I just happened to glance in through your living room window yesterday, and I saw something interesting. Any guesses what that might be?"

I was stricken, and I knew it showed on my face. But I'd stayed hidden this long by being careful, so I decided to let him say it first. There was always the possibility he was bluffing, or just talking shit like guys do. "No," I said, putting what I hoped was an indifferent expression on my face. "How should I know what you saw? And if it was my mom undressing, I don't wanna hear it."

He laughed. "No, it was a lot better than that. It was so good, in fact, that I took pictures. You know, to preserve the moment forever."

Then, to my horror, he presented a stack of glossy 3"X5" photographs, clearly taken through my living room window, of me in an array of outfits. Most of the ones I had, in fact, giving the lie to his claim that he'd just happened to see me. This was obviously planned, long-term surveillance, which made me extremely nervous about his intentions. You don't go to this much trouble just to fuck with someone.

I flushed deeply, and I couldn't speak. I wished to all the gods that ever were that I could disappear on the spot. Then, when I looked at the growing smirk on his face, the one that promised me I was in for some bad times ahead, my paralysis broke. I got to my feet and turned to leave.

Philip's strong hand gripped my wrist tightly before I could go two steps, and forced me to turn back to him. When my eyes met his, the smirk was fading to a much more neutral expression, which eased my mind somewhat.

"It's not really that big a deal, man," he consoled me. "Lots of guys do this. They just lie about it, so it seems like this freaky, forbidden thing. But you don't have to be so afraid of it."

"I know what people would think if they knew," I replied quietly. "I know I shouldn't care, but I just can't live my life with this shit hanging over my head. Once people know, it'll be the only thing they think about when they look at me. When people talk about me, the first thing they'll say to describe me will be something like 'the guy who dresses like a girl.' I love doing this, it's a part of me, but I don't want it to be the only part that matters."

Philip was silent for a moment, considering this while he looked me over. I could feel a strange tension building in the room, but whether it was coming from him, from me, or both of us I couldn't say.

"You can't have it both ways forever," he finally said, his tone weary but firm. "If you wanna keep doing this, it's gonna come out one way or another eventually. You've got to decide what's more important. The dressing up, or other people's opinions of you."

"I know," I said miserably. "But I just can't. It's not gonna last forever, but I want to enjoy it, just like this, for as long as I can."

"I guess I can respect that," Philip allowed, his brows knitting together in concern. "But it's not a good idea to keep this all bottled up. When you do that, it comes out on its own in ways you won't expect. Don't you think it would be better to let it out yourself, on your own terms, so maybe you can keep it from completely destroying your life?"

He saw the panicked look on my face at even the possibility of coming out, and cut me off before I could speak.

"I'm not saying you should tell everyone. Not all at once, anyway. Just, maybe, let it out with me. Do what you do at your house when you dress up, but over here instead."

I could see where he was going with this, and I immediately shook my head. "Look, man, I appreciate the offer, but that would be a little too weird for me. You know, since we hang out and all."

Philip frowned and leaned forward in earnest. "I thought you might say that. That's what the pictures are for."

He spread them out on the couch in front of him, giving me a better look at each of them. I gazed across the glossy photos, feeling both uneasy and aroused at seeing myself dressed from someone else's perspective. I also had a sinking feeling that I knew what he was going to say next.

"I didn't want to have to do this, but you're so repressed that you're making yourself fucking miserable. I want to help you here, even if I have to force you into it. So here's the deal."

He leaned forward, and pulled on my wrist until I sat on his couch facing him. "You're gonna come over here at eight o' clock tomorrow morning, and bring all your girly shit. I'm off work tomorrow, so we'll have all day."

I looked at him warily. He was so confident and dominant that it completely disarmed me. It sounded like the fact that I might disobey hadn't even occurred to him. "All day to do what, exactly?"

"Whatever I want. Whatever I can think of for you to do. It doesn't matter now. What matters is that if you're not here at eight sharp, these pictures get emailed to everyone you know."

I yanked my arm free and leapt to my feet. "Seriously?" I demanded, shooting him a withering glare. "You're fucking blackmailing me? Really?"

"I'm helping you," he insisted, standing to face me. "Why do you think I did all this? I know you, Jordan. I know you need this, but I also knew you wouldn't do it willingly. Some guys just like to put on panties and jerk off, but I saw right away that you weren't one of those guys. You won't be satisfied until you're all woman, and part of being a woman is being with a man. Not just sexually, but in other ways, too. I want you to experience the whole package here with me this summer. I want you to be my new girlfriend, at least until you leave for college. And I know you want that, too, even if you won't admit it."

I was trembling now. From terror, or excitement, I was afraid to ask. Philip was looking at me differently now, and now that I thought about it, I realized that he'd been looking at me like that for a while and I just hadn't made the connection. He was looking at me like he had the cheerleaders in the game, or any other hot girl that came on TV. It was desire I saw in his eyes, desire for me. Or more accurately, the woman inside me.



Summer



Summertime. Deirdre loved the sultry heat of summertime in her small southern town. It seemed like everything took on a rosy glow and moved more languidly in that season. She loved the feel of the noon-day sun upon her bare back as she sunbathed, such as she was doing now.

She knew that sunbathing was unhealthy. But, hell. Deirdre Chorde had done a lot of "unhealthy" things in her lifetime, and sunbathing was the most innocent among them. Her amber-brown eyes skimmed lazily across the pages of the newest Cosmo, flipping past the endless articles on how to "satisfy your man." Deirdre was already an expert at pushing her boyfriend Gabe past the limits of ecstasy, anyway. They had always had amazing sex--usually a little rough, a little wild, tossing each other all over the bed underneath the covers.

Deirdre was lost in thought when Gabriel walked across the back yard to stand near her. His cock stiffened as his eyes took in the sight of his girlfriend spread out on that beach blanket, naked except for the tiny bikini bottom she wore. He'd always considered himself lucky that he had a girlfriend with a gorgeous, voluptuous body who happened to enjoy sunbathing topless.

"Hey." His voice was a hoarse whisper, but Deirdre still heard him. She turned her face up to him, and her pink lips broke into a smooth smile.

"Hey, handsome. You always seem to come around at the right times, you know that?" The woman chuckled lightly and put the magazine aside. She wanted him. That was another reason Deirdre liked summer. The season made them both horny as hell. Oh, God, she wanted him. She wanted to feel his hands against her neck, her breasts, her thighs . . .She got wet just thinking about it.

"What . . .do you mean by that?" Gabe asked half-jokingly, crossing his arms. He knew exactly what she wanted, and he wanted it too--but he fully intended to take his sweet time, making Deirdre wait until she couldn't stand it anymore. A little game of theirs.

Deirdre climbed slowly to her feet, her long, tan legs unfolding themselves in one liquid motion. She pressed herself against Gabe, her breasts pushing against the fabric of his black cotton t-shirt. "You know!" she said just a tad coyly. She ran her index finger down her boyfriend's chest, smiling sweetly.

"Tell me." Gabe whispered.

Deirdre looked up at Gabe through thick, dark eyelashes. She kissed along the outer edge of his ear and down the back of his neck before she responded to him.

"I want you to take me right here." she said, her breath hot against Gabe's ear. "I want to feel you inside of me, Gabriel."

Gabe smiled lazily, pulling Deirdre closer to him, winding her dark tresses around his fingers. "Do you?" God, he loved it when she was this turned on. He could feel her nipples harden, even through the fabric of his shirt. He wanted to lay her down in the grass right that instant and fuck her then and there, but there would be none of that. That would be too easy. That wasn't a part of the game. 

Deirdre moved closer to Gabe, every muscle in her body tense. Her hands travelled further down his shirt, across his stomach, and finally to the hard bulge in his jeans. "And you want it, too, Gabe." She undid her boyfriend's pants and encircled his cock with her hand, and started stroking it. Gabe took in a sharp breath, his eyes closing. 

"Deirdre . . ."

"Do you like that, Gabe?" She continued moving up and down the length of his shaft, her speed steadily increasing as even more blood rushed to Gabe's groin. He could only moan in response.

A wicked grin made its way onto Deirdre's pretty face as she descended to her knees in front of him. She hesitated for only a moment before running her wet tongue around the engorged head of her boyfriend's dick. Gabe moaned again, which only encouraged Deirdre. She took the head into her mouth, and then the rest of it inch by inch into her mouth. She moved at an achingly slow pace, torturing Gabe--and she knew it, too. She could feel it getting harder inside her mouth as she continued to take it further and further back into her throat. Her hands slid up to Gabe's sides, and then to his lower back, and finally to his ass, when she pushed him further into her mouth, completely deep-throating him. Her head bobbed up and down across Gabe's cock, moving faster and faster, her speed matching Gabe's breathing.

Gabe couldn't stand it anymore. Lightly grabbing Deirdre's hair, he pulled her head away from him. "Lay down." he said.

Deirdre offered him a slow, seductive smile and laid back onto the blanket, revealing her body to him. Gabe paused momentarily to take in the sight of her beautiful, sun-kissed breasts and her smooth stomach. He pulled off his jeans and descended onto Deirdre, his chest against hers, his hands pinning her arms to the ground. With a soft grunt, he drove his cock into the slit between her legs. Deirdre gasped loudly and arched her back, bracing her feet against the grass floor. 

Gabriel kept ramming his cock into her, shoving it deep inside her wet slit. With every thrust, Deirdre's moans grew louder and more urgent. She dug her nails into Gabe's back and wrapped her long legs around his waist.

"Oh, God, Gabe! Oh, God you feel so good." Deirdre tossed her head back and let out a loud, shrill cry. "I want you deeper inside of me. Fuck me!"

Gabriel thrust hard into his girlfriend, his cock sliding into her slit up to his balls. He brought his head to her neck and nipped at her, leaving a flushed bruise. He was getting ready to come, and so was she. He could tell by the way the walls of her cunt were contracting around him. His thrusts grew faster and faster as Deirdre's hips bucked up to meet his, her legs wrapping even more tightly around his waist.

"Unh!" Gabriel came hard into Deirdre, the fluid bursting deep into her body as heat shot down his spine. At the same time, Deirdre tossed her head around and tried to muffle a final cry of ecstasy as she came. "Oh, God . . " she whispered, loosening her grip around Gabe's body.

Gabe kissed her firmly on the mouth, his tongue entwining around hers. Then, he rolled off of her, still breathless from his orgasm. He drew Deirdre close to him in an embrace underneath the blazing sun, and laid there, enjoying this very fine summer day.



Summer: A Season of Weddings



"She needs it badly, so you might as well be the one to give it to her."

With that simple statement, my loving wife had started the cavalcade of events that led to me being out here, in an alcove behind the banquet hall's kitchens, dry humping her best friend up against a bare concrete wall. Siobhan's flaming red and black dress was hiked up above her ample ass, her lacy black panties begging to be torn asunder, allowing my hands to freely roam her bountiful flesh, as our tongues twirled together in each others mouth, Siobhan's fingers tugging my hair as she held me there with desperate hunger. 

We did not stay that way for long. It was inevitable that Siobhan broke the kiss, her hands pulling my head back, and shoving my nose down toward that tanned cleavage she was so proud to display. I instinctively licked away the rivulets of perspiration dotting her upper slopes. All the while, my cock was stiffer than it had been in years, rubbing against Siobhan's wet steamy cunt, separated only by a few thin layers of cloth. 

"Emily is such a lucky girl - are you sure she's okay with this?" Siobhan moaned, as one of my hands moved without me consciously willing it, following the curve of thigh from ass to cunt, pushing aside the flimsy lingerie, probing labia, pausing before penetration. 

I lifted my mouth to whisper into her ear.

"It was her idea - she knew you needed it. I did a quick double take when she said that, I must admit, not quite believing what I seemed to be hearing - my loving wife was suggesting that I get something - not quite clear just WHAT - going with her best friend."

Siobhan laughed lustily, right from her womanly belly. "Trust Emily not to draw limits." 

She pulled her bra down, popping a tit loose, exposing an erect nipple to my lips. 

It had been a typically boring family wedding thus far. We had a lot more fun a few weeks earlier taking Siobhan shoe shopping. My girl and her girl both loved style, and enjoyed feeding my shoe fetish. They really were amazing. Siobhan had worn the most fabulous shoes to the wedding, along with smoky seamed stockings which drew my hungry eyes toward her shapely calves, a fact my wife could not help but notice. When we had found our table, her hand had brushed my hard cock through my suit pants, and she had turned to grin at me as if pleased to confirm that Siobhan had excited me. My wife loved my voyeuristic streak, because it always made me extra hot for her later. 

Unfortunately, Siobhan had gained some weight since buying her dress, and what had been designed to be a tight wrapper around her voluptuous body risked being a sausage casing. Siobhan did not seem to mind, as she knew that most guys were just tantalized by the mammoth cleavage spilling out of the plunging bust line. I had already complimented her on the sexy lace bra. First though, I had feasted my eyes on the exquisite, somewhat exotic makeup - deep dark red lips to match, lined in a darker shade which matched her eye liner. Eye shadow the same rich wine as the dress. Her abundant curls swept up in a pearled comb. My wife had giggled in her typical style and asked if I needed a hankie for the drool. 

Siobhan in turn had laughed, relaxed, plunged into the banquet room and had a few drinks. 

It was a typical boring reception, made more so by the fact that we barely knew the happy couple, so the interminable after dinner toasts droned on. Even the bride's unfortunate strapless dress did not help. Normally, the possibility that her chest might be accidentally bared would be entertaining, but there was something child like about this doughy bland young woman that just made me restless, muttering about how ridiculous it all was. I had very little chance though to become restless in my chair, as my wife's hand slowly drifted from my knee, to my upper thigh, to my inner thigh and by the eighth or eightieth time the bride kissed the groom, she was slowly rubbing my bulge through my suit pants. 

At first, I was startled, bolting upright in my chair.

"Just keeping you awake," my wife whispered into my ear, teasing me with a quick nibble on my ear. That was extra startling, because in our relationship, we played a lot of rough sex games, and I was a biter, but she tended to be the one to receive the marks. 

"And a creature is stirring," she giggled, her palm resting on top of my cock, feeling the blood filling my shaft. 

The master of ceremonies was droning on again, but I had no idea what he was saying. My attention was focused on the firm rubbing in my lap. By the time the DJ started the first dance music, my prick was fully engorged, pressing up against the fabric of my pants. I did my best to sit stone faced, watching the happy couple steer around the floor, while Emily's hand was busy rubbing my hardness through my pants. I began to wonder whether she would be bold enough to undo my zipper right there, hidden just by the table cloth, when Siobhan plopped into an empty seat on the other side of Emily. Siobhan's breasts shook where they were exposed out the top of her dress, taking a bit longer to settle than the rest of her.

"You're falling right out of that dress, girl," Emily laughed, a bit drunk, even just on three drinks - she was never much of a drinker. 

My cock throbbed under Emily's grip as I dared to look at Siobhan without staring. No nipples had slipped, but her lacy bra was almost fully exposed, the silky fabric of the dress not having the strength to resist the push and pull of her huge mammaries. Bare flesh was visible above each cup, so much that I imagined nipples barely holding the cups in place. The valley in between her tits could have contained a whole family of moonshiners. I contemplated the probability that her nipples would need to be hard not to slide up over the edge of the bra. She was glowing with exciting. 

Emily matter of factly reached across and hiked her pal's dress up, tucking those boobs back into place. My cock started to protest at the absence of my wife's hand, but it was mollified quickly as Siobhan stood up and shimmied her body, shaking her dress into place. The DJ's light show illuminated her miniscule nose stud, which effectively highlighted her warm smile. No one could ever doubt that Siobhan was a fun loving girl. 

"Too bad she can't keep a man," Emily sighed as Siobhan teetered off barely balanced on her spikes, "But they just never see the great gal behind the huge tits."

"Well, no denying they ARE huge tits," I agreed, earning Emily's elbow in my side - though her hand still cupped my swollen member. "And she IS a great gal. Maybe you should just share me."

Emily laughed, a bit louder than usual.

"Well, she just wandered down the wrong hallway in search of the ladies' room," Emily observed."Which means that she's really drunk, so likely wouldn't be fussy."

"Because if she WAS fussy, I wouldn't be good enough?"

"No, because then she would know that she deserves more than sharing."

Emily's fingers slid all along the edges of my cock where it was trapped within my pants. 

"You can't be serious..." I stammered a bit.

Which was when Emily said that Siobhan really needed sex, and it might as well be me. To emphasize her point, she slid her hand down my thigh, gently caressing my balls, but then curved a pointed fingernail around under my scrotum. The shock caused me to jump a bit up off my chair.

"While you're up, dear, why don't you go check on Siobhan?" Emily said, a bit louder than necessary. 

That left me no choice, if I wanted to continue pretending to be a gentleman. I stood, and walked directly to the door which Siobhan had chosen. Though there was a bright bulb in the little anteroom just off the main hall, all three corridors which branched off were dimly lit. The clatter of high heels indicated that Siobhan had headed to the right, the darkest of the three choices. 

It took a moment and then my eyes adjusted to the light enough to make out the curve of calves above spike heels, and then, at the end of the hallway, by a fire exit that probably opened onto an alley, or accessed a trash bin, Siobhan collapsed against the cinder blocks and sobbed. It took just a second or two for me to reach her, but mascara was already running down her cheeks.

I instinctively dug my handkerchief out of my pocket and wiped away the worst of the raccoon look. My gaze was held by her pretty face, for once not distracted by the voluptuous body. 

"Don't cry," I advised feebly.

"I'm so pathetic - can't even find the right place to pee."

"You're not pathetic - just drunk" I replied, provoking a blubbery laugh from my wife's dearest friend. No idea why, but that slight spray of spittle suddenly made me aware of the heat trapped between our bodies, our chests maybe an inch apart, bellies practically rubbing, thighs adjacent. 

"Am so pathetic," Siobhan persisted, but she lifted her own chin, shiny eyes locking on mine. "I'm almost forty and all alone."

Her shoulders heaved with another sob as her chin drooped. My hands grasped the bare tanned flesh exposed because of the strapless dress. Before I realized what I was doing, I was caressing from the round of Siobhan's shoulders, along the triceps, then grasping her biceps. Our feet did their own dance as our breath mingled, thighs and hips shifting.

Unable to restrain my passion any longer, I grabbed a handful of hair, and dragged her mouth to mine. She might have been upset and confused, but her instincts were fully operational - lips parted, jaw opened a centimetre, tongue extended, teeth were explored as spit was exchanged. As we kissed, my hands began to roam.

When we came up for air, Siobhan experienced the inevitable moment of conscience. Whether she totally believed my explanation or not, her fingers became as active as mine. As I slid a digit along the wetness of her outer labia, her palm cupped my throbbing organ. As my other hand cupped her ample tit, popping it loose so that I could tweak the engorged nipple, Siobhan fumbled with my zipper. My thumb drummed against a blood-filled clit as Siobhan found her dexterity again, gracefully freeing my cock from my pants. 

She stood there for a minute or three, Siobhan's hand gently gliding along my shaft, reminding me of younger days, of wedding dates giving hand jobs in parking lots and cars. I returned the favour as I had back then, my own hands roaming, caressing, touching all the tender spots, though the extra sensitive places at the top and bottom of the spine were precluded by the location. 

My lips and tongue explored Siobhan's ears and throat, extending kisses all along her collar bone and then trailing across the vast expanse of chest to play with her heaving bosom. The delay seemed to ignite an extra gear for Siobhan, who no doubt was used to guys focusing in on her obvious attributes. She groaned loudly as I clamped teeth onto her left nipple. My fingers meanwhile were thrusting into her wetness, first one, then two, three, and finally four, before I started fisting her firmly, thumb bumping her clit, making her loins buttery. 

"I wish I had time to lick those toes," I gasped as I felt her left foot lift up off the floor, slide upward along my leg and her powerful thigh rotating to draw my groin closer to her, her foot hooked neatly behind my knee.

"Not the right sort of place for that either, darling," I heard Emily's voice.

I twisted my neck and caught a glimpse of my wife slumped against the wall in the dark corridor, her dress hiked up, one hand working her cunt, the other mauling her own nipples.

"Hurry up and fuck the girl before someone comes... besides us I mean..." my wife commanded, so I obeyed, while she giggled at her silly pun.

Siobhan buried her mouth against mine in an even deeper kiss, perhaps motivated to show Emily how much this sloppy risky sex excited her. My fingers worked swiftly, pulling the hem of the dress clear up to her waist, and then shoving the drenched lace of the panties aside. Logically, the actual consummation should have required awkward adjustments of heights and angles, perhaps aided by Siobhan's fist grasping the root of my shaft to drive it deep toward her womb. But I have found that in moments of passion, instinct is the best guide. 

She was lubricated enough for both of us and somehow our dance simply continued with a silent shift here and nudge there. My tip pierced those labia like a bee's stinger about to pollinate a flower. Pushing her hard against that wall, I drove deep and hard up into her inner sanctum. Siobhan knew what she wanted, her loins thrusting back out and down to meet my grunts as we rutted. Somewhere behind me, I faintly registered my wife's moans. 

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, fill me," Siobhan begged as I felt her muscles clamping around my shaft, slowing me, holding me. It was fortunate that the DJ was playing up tempo songs, or else our groaning would have attracted a crowd. 

I pushed faster and harder, feeling my balls tight within their sack. It was stupid to be doing this with no condom and without even thinking of birth control, but hormones make us stupid. I had not thought until that moment about the consequences of pumping great gobs of goo into my wife's friend - not just the biology, but how would my wife feel about the event afterward. 

I tried to turn to check, and had another glimpse of her leaning against the concrete, eyes rolled up in her head, jaw slack, hands working, groaning faster and harder herself. Siobhan turned my cheek, guiding me back to kiss her. I felt my pre-cum spurt into her. The warmth of her cunt gushing in response washed away any concerns beyond that exact moment. Her muscles were clenching more intensely, rhythmically. I guess that if she was like Emily, this was her body signalling that she was nearing orgasm. 

Breaking away for air, I kissed her nose, my tongue teasing the gem, and nibbled her earlobe. I licked down her throat, and gave her a firm bite on the curve where neck became shoulder. 

Great minds think alike, even when just using the most primitive brain functions. I shifted fingers to find Siobhan's clit at the same instant that her hand wrapped around my scrotum. That was all it required to trigger both of us to explode. My seed surged up out of my balls, powering through my shaft, and painted Siobhan's inner walls, trickling down onto both our thighs as her clit sang with electricity and her entire frame shook with her climax, writhing against me in ecstasy. Behind me, I heard Emily howling aloud as she had timed her peak perfectly as part of this threesome, connected by sight, sound and emotion if not wholly by touch. 

Our passion hung in the air, slowly dissipating like a rolling wave of fog as we caught our breath and settled back into reality.

"I guess you can't say that weddings are a total waste after all, can you darling?" Emily asked, sliding over to kiss my cheek, pressing a hand against Siobhan's shoulder reassuringly. 

"What now?" Siobhan asked breathlessly, adjusting her tits back into their bra, but not yet into the dress.

"How about a hot tub at my place?" The voice belonged to Emily's other friend, Daphne, who it seemed had wandered into the darkness in search of Emily at some point.



Summer Abroad



I was working for my Masters degree back home in Japan and dreaming of discovering the world. My professor had arranged an internship in Africa to get me some field experience, but first I needed to brush up on my French. So I spent the summer in Paris to learn French, I never expected it to change my life. My previous boyfriend had never said "I love you" and would get angry and tell me what a stupid worthless girl I was. He even hit me sometimes. After years of dating him I finally broke-up with him just before I left for my summer break.

My first day in class, I met him -- tall, blond, blue eyes and American. His blue eyes were so exotic for me. He asked me to lunch after class and we must have spent four hours finishing our sandwiches. Then we went for a walk in the park and talked about our lives, our plans, and what it was like to live abroad. As we were walking to the metro he asked me to go with him to Versailles the next day and I agreed.

The next morning we were getting off a train and walking to the most beautiful palace I have ever seen. We toured the house and he was my tour guide. He told me about all the rooms, the art, and the history of Versailles. Then we went for a walk in the grounds and had our first kiss in the colonnade on the King's mistress's house. 

He made me dinner at his apartment and then we sat on his bed and looked at the pictures we had taken earlier in the day. He put his hand on the small of my back and kissed me and I kissed him. Then slid his hand up and around my body, pulling me to him and grasping by breast. We shared a long kiss and he began unbuttoning my blouse. Then I twisted around and pushed him onto his back. Straddling him I began grinding against him as I pulled his shirt off and kissed him. He ran his fingertips up along my sides and I started giggling, then he pushed his hands under my bra and pushed it up exposing my breasts. He pulled himself up, unhooked my bra and then he began sucking my left breast. He took my nipple in his mouth and teased me with his tongue as he suckled me. Then he rolled be over, unzipped my jeans and dropped his own pants. Our bodies locked together: kissing, caressing, grinding. In the midst of this his hand slid under my panties and his finger penetrated me, just little at first and then deeper -- and I started to moan. He pulled off what was left of my clothes and pulled me to the edge of the bed, dropped to his knees and spread my legs.

The orgasm was wonderful; I hadn't been given an orgasm in over six months. I was moaning and telling him not to stop in Japanese, he was massaging my legs, fondling my breasts, and sometimes tickling me. Then he stood up and climbed on top of me. He rubbed his penis against my vulva and we both moaned. Then he reached into a bag and pulled out a condom. He gave it to me and I opened it. Then I laid him on his back, and instead of putting the condom on, I took his penis on my mouth and gave him a little tease. But before he went over the edge into an orgasm, I pulled back and slid the condom onto him. He sat up against the wall, I straddled him and he guided me onto his penis. Then we I pressed down and took him inside me. It didn't last long for either of us after that. We grinded, we kissed, and he sometimes sucked my breasts until he let out a moan and shot into the condom. We kept at it for a few more seconds while he was coming until I let out a scream and collapsed onto him. Thirty four hours, one date, and two orgasms: a good start.

We were inseperable after that night. We met for breakfast before class, had lunch afterward and then we would go off to an adventure somewhere in Paris. Most of the time, it would end with us making love. We talked about our lives, about France, politics, literature, and our families. He was studying to be a professor and I studied ethnic reconciliation so we had a lot in common. He was sweat and brilliant. 

As we laid naked together one night and began to make love again, he told me that he loved me and asked if we could make love without a condom tonight. I didn't know what to do, he thought I was on the pill, but I wasn't. I was too embarrassed to tell the truth and rather than say no and insist that he needed to wear a condom, I told him that it was okay -- but only if he promised to pull out. I figured that if we didn't have unprotected sex during my fertile period and he pull out the rest of the time I would still be safe. After all we only had two months until we left Paris.

He promised me to pull out and kissed me. Then he put his hands under my hips and raised me up toward him. I felt him press his head against me. I was terrified and exihilerated. I'd never let a boy fuck me unprotected before. He was already wet and he pressed into me. I was surprised how smooth it felt to have his skin against my vagina and I let out a long moan. He paused a moment and then he began to rock back and forth and his penis started to swell. His face tightened and he let out a low groan.

He ran his hand along my thigh and started finger my clit while all I could do was to say " . . . so good . . . so good . . .." As he rocked back and forth inside me and fingered me I could feel the warmth of my orgasm building. I couldn't reach him with my hands, but I was rutting against him as he rocked and I kept saying "yes, yes, yes" as I felt my body tense. It was like it was my first time all over again. It felt different from every other time when my boyfriends used condoms, the excitement of doing something new combined with the thrill of taking a risk to push me into an orgasm faster that I had experienced since I was a teenager putting out in my boyfriends dorm room.

Drunk with excitement I felt my pelvis tighten and then the waves of pleasure began as my vagina lapped against the bare cock inside me. I gasped, rutted harder against my lover, closed my eyes, and arched my back to wallow in my orgasm. Then I felt a jerking motion and I a warm liquid hit my stomach as he let out a long low moan before he push me down against the bed and squirmed against me as his penis jerked between his body and mine.

It was the best sex every, and he kept his promise. At that moment I was more in love with him and any guy I had ever known. After laying there in his arms for twenty minutes I got him up and into the shower - we were sweaty and he had covered us both with his semen. It was the first time, but not the last time. After that, withdrawal was our new form of birth control. I was grateful when my period started- right on time- six days later. Part of me was disappointed, I had imaged getting pregnant and marrying my lover. Having a family with this caring, intelligent, and funny man who loved me so much.

When my period ended we went back to making love. I like to be on top, but he loved to hump me doggy-style, and it sure felt good. After my period ended we only had a couple of days before I would enter my dangerous period. After he took me on the ninth day of my cycle I decided that the next time I would have to tell him that we needed a rubber if we wanted to fuck in the next week.

The next night we went to party at Sarah's apartment. A bunch of us got together and we laughed, talked, ate, and drank into the night. By the time we left I was feeling the wine. We went back to his place and while I was getting undressed he lifted by dress above my waist and pulled down my panties. Before I knew it I felt he cock pressing against me as he lifted my dress above my head and unhooked my bra.

He pushed me down against the bed and caressed by breasts with his hands while I turned around and I kissed him. Then I rolled over and took his penis in my mouth. I don't like to give oral -- but that doesn't mean I'm not good at it. His penis hardened in my mouth while I massaged his balls with my hand. Then he started to get up and said "not yet." He got out of bed turned me to the side so my legs were hanging off of the bed and dropped to his knees in front of me. Then he started to give me oral. I was still a little foggy, but it felt wonderful. He licked and lapped against me and I started to squirm. While we went down on me, his hands explored my body. He fondled my breasts, sometimes he ran his hands in my pubic hair, and every once in a while he ran his finger down the middle of my thigh. Sometime in the middle of this I came.

Then he turned me over and pushed his body against mine. He pressed his wet penis into me. As he pressed he lifted my body a little and pulled me toward him and moaned "Je t'aime." As soon as he was inside me he started to rock back and forth inside me. I felt him getting harder by the second and as we rutted against each other but he wasn't wearing a condom. > I knew it, but I didn't know what to do. It felt so good. I knew it was risky, but it was still early in the fertile period and I probably wouldn't ovulate yet and he was already wet and in me so I was already taking the risk. I felt myself burning up again. I felt powerless, and I loved it. He kept pumping and I felt him tense-up when his strokes became shorter and sharper. I was saying "yes . . . yes . . .yes" and rutting against him, hoping against hope to hit a third orgasm before he had to pull out. As my legs began to tense I started gasping and yelled "I want it!" Then he slammed into me, I grunted, rutted -- he gasped and grabbed by pelvis as I squirmed, rutted against his static body, and I erupted in an orgasm, my third of the night. As I wallowed in pleasure, I felt him slump and pull his shrunken, slick member out of me and I knew he had come inside me.. I had his sperm inside me searching for my egg. He lay down next to me and I didn't know what to do. My mind was blank -- I just kept thing "oh fuck . . . oh fuck . . . we fucked . . . he fucked me . . .I'm fucked . . . oh fuck . . . fucking knocked-up."

Despite my fear I was still buzzed, tired, and my body was full of sex. I fell asleep in my lovers arms. The next morning we woke up and I knew what he had done. In the shower I asked him why he didn't wear a rubber and he asked why it was a big deal since "your on the pill." I tried to rationalize it . . . day ten isn't that fertile . . . if we were careful I should be fine. But of course we weren't fine, because I could never muster the courage to tell him that I wasn't on the pill. Instead I just kept making love with the man I loved and now that he had fucked me unprotected and kept doing it and I said nothing.

What didn't come was my period. I didn't take a test -- but I could put two and two together. I didn't tell him because I didn't know what to do and I didn't know what I would say when he asked how it could happen if I was on the pill. Instead I cried alone and hugged him tighter. I loved him more than I have ever loved anybody.

When he left to go back to the US I watched the father of my unborn child, a man who loved me, walk away and I cried because I loved him and because I lied to him. I cried be he had lied to me, violated me, almost raped me and left me pregnant, alone, and half way around the world from home all by myself. Mainly though I cried because of the life we could have had together. I left three weeks later, but not before I spent a full day weeping when after the long delayed pregnancy test said I was knocked up.

In Africa I got sick with malaria and spent most of September and October in the hospital while my baby grew inside me. By late October even the UN doctors noticed. By early November I was out of hospital and the doctors had told me that the baby was fine. By now I had decided to have my baby, so I e-mailed my Andrew, arranged a time to talk and called the one friend of his I knew to ask how to deal with the discussion -- before I told her I was pregnant, she told me that he was seeing a new girl -- younger than me and that they seemed happy. She told me that I should let him go. When I talked to him he told me he was seeing somebody new. All I could do was hang-up and cry while I starred at my growing belly. Before I left for home I arranged an abortion with my friends in the hospital. I cried before it happened and I cried after I did it. My daughter, my Japanese and American daughter, conceived in France and buried in Africa. Natsuko.

He ended up with some nice pictures, some fucking amazing pictures, good memories, and a respectable white wife. I ended up shamed and depressed -- the mother of a dead child in a far away place. But I loved him, and he loved me. I often wonder what would have happened if I had told him the truth that summer about not being on the pill or about being pregnant. I think if I had done things different we would have had a dekichatta kekkon wedding in the summer and we would be living with our daughter today.



Summer Affair



You are at the cabin with your friends, enjoying the summer. It has been very nice, warm and sunny. You just came back from your morning run and decide that you need to get cleaned up but do not want to disturb anyone, since they are all still asleep; so you strip down and jump into the lake, diving under. You feel the coolness of the water against your hot sweaty skin, giving you goose bumps, the freedom of being naked in the water excites you and you decide to swim for a little while instead of washing up. You are enjoying yourself too much to leave the water. 

What you don't know is that I am watching you from the shore, I happened to arrive the night before; and to my surprise I find you next door. Once I saw that you were here, I stayed in the cabin, trying to decide if I should leave or not, I kept an eye next door trying to see who was with you. You told me that you were going on vacation but didn't tell me where. However, I was curious, I didn't see anyone but you and a few buddies so I decided to stay for the night. 

But when I woke up the morning was so beautiful, I didn't want to get dressed, knowing I was in the woods, I stepped outside and sat down on the steps to watch the sunrise. While sitting there, I decided it was too much of a risk, that I needed to leave; but then I saw you coming in from your run, you looked so sexy, and your cloths fit so much better then what I am used to seeing you wear. You do not wish to wear such tight fitting clothes to work. I see the sweat glistening against your skin, it makes me want to strip you naked and start licking you all over. I reach down, feeling how moist I am, my pussy starts to scream for attention. As I start rubbing my exposed pussy, I watch as you strip off your clothes, I start licking my lips. I want you to take them all off. I see you standing there naked, so hot. I wanted to run over to you and take you right then, but I can't. How do I know that there isn't someone we both know watching? So, I stay, watching and playing; then you dive into the water and start swimming. 

As you swim, I see a glimpse of your dick, teasing me, it's calling out for me. I continue to play with my pussy which is now so very wet, I can no longer restrain myself, I need more than just the rubbing, I slip my finger inside, moving it in and out imagining it is your dick. I keep my eyes open, watching you swim as I continue to play. The intensity of my pleasure getting higher, I feel the tingling from deep within, starting slow. "don't stop, oh yes, fuck my pussy" my own voice surprising me. I stop for a moment making sure no one noticed, then I start right back up.

I am rubbing my hardened clit, then moving my fingers in then out of my wet pussy. I start moving them even faster, the tingling is threatening to envelop me, I move another finger into my pussy, moving the fingers apart from each other, stretching my pussy. "oh, yes" Now, I am moving my fingers more aggressively, I look back up and now you are floating on your back, your dick, I want it in my mouth, just the thought making me cum. I move my fingers deep within my pussy, holding them there until the tingling has subsided. I bring my fingers into my mouth, tasting my juices hoping the flavors will help me restrain myself, but this moment of pleasure hasn't satisfied me enough, I need more. I need you. 

I look around and see there still is no one in site, I notice you have moved to a more secluded spot on the lake, there are bushes blocking the view from your cabin. I take the opportunity to slip into the lake and quietly swim up to you.

I swim behind you, my fingers searching for your treasure and then I kiss your neck. 

You quickly turn around to see who is assaulting you, as you move I feel how excited you are, your dick is already getting hard. Then you see me, startled you say "What are you doing here, are you following me?"

Surprised at the thought, I move away from you and say "No, I would never, I came to the cabin to relax from the stressful week, I noticed you were in the cabin next door. I was going to leave this morning but you distracted me."

"If you want me to leave, I will" I say as I start to turn away, to go back to the shore, but you stop me. Pulling me hard into you, you say "I was thinking about you, and to my surprise you showed up"

You are now grabbing my ass, pulling me into your hardened dick. Feeling the pressure against my already sensitive clit, it is almost too much to bear. I need you within me. Closing my eyes to regain some of my concentration; once I am under more control I open them back up to see you smiling. Then you lean into me and start kissing me.

The taste of you, the feel of your dick against me is starting to overwhelm me again. Your hands start moving against my back, then in one quick movement, you slip your cock into my awaiting pussy. Gasping with pleasure, I lean my head back and you start kissing my neck. Fucking me. You are holding me tightly against you, moving me up and down your shaft. Each movement getting deeper and deeper.

I start moaning, my breathing getting heavier, feeling you inside, your arms around me, you kissing my neck. 

My fantasy is coming true, getting to have you this weekend is what I wanted, the thoughts of you is why I needed to be alone, away from everyone. Then getting you, having you fucking me at this very moment is more than I can stand. Your aggression has excited me causing me to cum, my pussy tightening around your dick, trying to pull it in deeper, not wanting it to leave. The feeling exciting you even more.

You start moving faster, fucking me, moving your dick in farther, trying to bury yourself within the heaven that is before you. You start breathing quicker, you are holding me even tighter, forcing me farther down onto you.

The excitement is threatening to explode. I wrap my legs even tighter around your body, pulling you in deeper. My forceful movement to pull you in matching your movement to force your dick even farther inside. Moving in and out, faster and harder. Continuing, getting even more aggressive. Our moans getting louder, "fuck me, harder" I yell, causing you to move even faster.

"oh yes, fuck my pussy"

You continue moving me up and down your cock, you feel the wetness, the tightness. You know that I am so very excited. You start hoping that we are being watched. The thought brings you even closer, the cum threatening to release without your permission.  

I start kissing you, and take one of your hands from around my body, bringing it to my tit; I want you to play with my nipple. 

"Squeeze it, twist it, make it hurt" I say. "Fuck me even harder, slam into my pussy, and make it beg for forgiveness" moaning "fuck me, oh god yes" 

The thought brings you even closer, and then you feel me cum, I am convulsing with pleasure; my pussy is pulling tightly against your dick. You feel the moisture, the heat and just as I am about to stop convulsing you release the load you have been holding onto. Deep within my pussy, I feel you shooting the treat; one I can only wish to taste at this moment.

You are pulsating within the depths of my pussy; each movement brings you closer and closer until finally you hit the spot that leaves me calling out in pure pleasure and I cum again. I am totally spent, collapsing in your arms. 

You smile at my response, then give me a kiss on the neck, moving up my chin then kissing me, our tongues exploring each other; your fingers moving in my hair, your other hand on my back pulling me into you. We continue until we both need to breathe.

Once we have stopped for the moment, you look around and I whisper into your ear, "I made sure you were in a spot that can't be seen from the cabin you are staying in before I joined you"

Frowning you say "too bad, my friends would have loved the show"

I look at you confused, you smile and say "these are buddies of mine from school; they would have loved to see me fucking you" 

And with that you pull yourself from me, taking my hand and pull me to the shore. Once there you bring me out of the water. You stop to look at me, you lean in give me a kiss while bringing your hand down to my pussy, touching it gently; this movement causing me to take a deep breath in pleasure. At that moment you decide to give me a fantasy that I have told you about when we first got together.

You then say to me angrily "I will teach you to surprise me on a trip like this" still holding onto my hand you drag me naked towards the cabin. Noticing that not everyone was up you yell "hey, come out and see what I found while I was swimming" 

I instantly turn red from embarrassment, my pussy tightens in response and releases even more juices, I start trying to pull myself into you to hide; but you wouldn't let me, you step away then bring me to stand in front of you. Holding me by the shoulders you look at the group that has stepped out of the cabin and is now standing before me, staring and you say "the whore has told me she wants to be taught a lesson" then you toss me amongst the group of guys.

They instantly start touching me, grabbing me, groping. Then all of a sudden, one is behind me, ramming their dick into my tightened pussy, causing me to yell out. Just as I open my mouth another is shoving his into it. Then I feel you right next to me, you whisper into my ear "unless you want me to tell everyone that you willingly came here to fuck me, you better play along you fucking bitch"

A tear threatens at the corner of my eye, but I make it stop. I will not give you the satisfaction of knowing that you have just upset me.

You step back to watch, seeing me being fucked by one friend and sucking another. Then you tell the other two that I can take more. Now I have more wanting attention. I have one in my mouth one in a hand, one is fucking me from behind. After a while, you step in and stop them.

Pulling me to you I think you are going to save me from this embarrassment but instead you bring me down onto your lap and start fucking me. The excitement is overwhelming, the feeling of your hands on me, makes me forget everything. I am now riding you hard and fast, then another comes up behind me and starts fucking my ass, then another comes up and shoves his dick into my mouth. I am sucking two and being fucked by 2 others. My excitement is getting even greater, oh, I can't contain the pleasure you are giving me. I feel your dick deep within me. Allowing me to be fucked by another and even letting me suck two others as well, it is beyond my wildest fantasies. You have read my mind, giving me exactly what I wanted. I am soaking wet with pleasure, I even start drooling. Continuing, you and your friends are getting even more aggressive. The one that is behind me, reaches around grabbing my nipple, and pinches hard, causing me to instantly tighten around both your dicks.

This instant response causes the one behind me to cum with pleasure, feeling him releasing his load within my ass, causes me to tighten even more around your dick, you feel the increased pressure, knowing what is about to come. You feel the heat rising, my heart racing, you feel the slight drying and at that moment, my hands around the cocks I am sucking tightens, my mouth starts watering even more, I increase the intensity of my movements. Going back and forth between the two cocks. Bouncing up and down onto your cock. The one still in my ass.

Then one cock cums in my mouth as I enjoy the treats, the other releases his load, drinking in the essence of both dicks, I can no longer fight back the overwhelming urge to release my own cum. Gushing over you, you feel my juices as they stream past your dick, down your ball and then down your ass. Once it reaches there you can't hold on any longer and finally release cumming inside me.

Once you have finished, you pull me into you and give me another kiss. Then pull me away from you and say "we are not done with you yet" Then you look at your buddies, then let go of me.

I am now being pulled off of you and moved over to the porch, being forced over the railing, knocking the breathe from me, I no longer know where anyone is, all I know is someone is fucking me, and then someone is sticking their dick into my mouth, one after another this continues over and over. They keep switching, from fucking me then having me suck them, I loose complete track of time, I don't know who is fucking me, or who I am sucking, all I know is you are sitting there watching me and jacking off. This continues to go on over the next several hours. Once you have gotten tired of the show, you look at your friends and say "ok, that's enough"

Once they have finally cum, you come over to me grabbing my hand. I stand up, tired from the activities but always aware of your proximity, I instantly wrap my arms around you and start kissing you. You grab me by the face trying to get me to stop; once you do you look at me. I whisper "thank you" then pretend to start to cry.

You put your arms around me and walk me over to the cabin I was staying at. Once inside I let go of you and drop down onto the couch.

You look at me, once you see me look up at you and smile; you relax and sit down next to me. You say "I wasn't sure you would really be alright with this, you have said you would love it but I wasn't so sure"

Smiling I said "most definitely, let's hope your friends can keep this quiet, we don't want anyone finding out"

Then I say, "I will leave tonight, I really didn't know you were staying here, I will find somewhere else to stay next time."

You look at me and say "no, I would love for you to stay, we are here for a couple more days, you can enjoy anyone you want, or you can just enjoy me if you would prefer?"

Smiling I know what you want to hear and I say "I prefer you"

With that you pull me into you and hold me, while I rest from the morning activity.



Summer Afternoon



It took me a long time, but this is my new piece. I think it ends rather weakly, but you be the judge. Enjoy!

I pulled up to Liz’s house and killed the engine. I let the radio run for a minute more, finishing the song I’d been listening to, before climbing out of the car and heading up the path to her front door. As I made those few steps, my mind couldn’t help but reflect on how unlikely this whole situation was. It was something I couldn’t even have imagined just six months ago. And now, here it was. My mind flashed back of its own volition.

I had just turned 18 and was enjoying my last summer before starting college. For the most part, it had sucked. I’d broken up with Jane, my girlfriend of two years, in March and had spent the following five months in absolute misery. Well, near absolute. Throughout it all there had been one single point of light. And her name was Liz.

Liz was a year younger than me, but we had been friends for years. It was never a secret to me that Liz had feelings for me, but because of Jane, she had never acted on them. Even after Jane and I had broken up, Liz never pressed for anything more than friendship. She was just…there for me. Like a true friend.

Now Liz is a very attractive young woman. An angelic face, light brown hair that went to the middle of her back, and dark eyes all greeted my sight whenever I saw her. Add to that an amazing chest that stood round and firm and just slightly larger than is normal for someone of her petite frame, a great ass, and legs that seemed longer than her 5’4” height, and Liz was nothing less than a high school goddess.

But all that was nothing next to her personality. Liz was one of the nicest and sweetest people I had ever met. She was one of those few people who genuinely cared about other people. I guess that’s why when Jane and I broke up, Liz was right there, never demanding anything, never complaining about my seemingly endless depression over losing Jane. I was pretty messed up after Jane. I must have cried on Liz’s shoulder (well, not cried, exactly…I just, lightly sniffled) three times a week for a month and a half straight. And she never said anything, except to tell me that it was going to be alright. Maybe that’s what it was. Maybe it was her silent compassion and quiet caring that finally moved me to do what I did.

All these thoughts and more flashed through my head as fast as lighting as I made my way to Liz’s front door. It was a hot August day and she had invited me over to go swimming in her pool. Hey, who was I to refuse? Plus, and I must be honest about this, the thought of Liz in a swimsuit was not something entirely unappealing.

I knocked on her door and her dad answered.

“Hi,” he said.

“Hi, Mr. Sampson,” I said.

“Liz’s out back.”

“Thanks a lot.” I made my way around the side of the house. The pool was one of those large above-ground deals, big enough to swim around in pretty well. As I approached I saw Liz lounging on a floating mat in the middle of the pool. My god, she looked good. Tie-dye bikini covering her breasts which pushed upwards toward the heavens, skin glistening from a fresh dip in the water… I was starting to get hard just looking at her. That wouldn’t do at all. If I started sporting an erection, there’s no way my loose trunks would hide it. So I took a deep breath, composed myself, and walked towards the pool.

“Hey gorgeous,” I said. She lifted her head up and looked at me, smiling.

“Hey handsome.” She slid off the mat into the water, walked over to the little ladder and pulled herself out. As the ladder was on the other side of the pool, I got a fantastic look at her ass. My cock twitched again. Okay, keep it together, I told myself.

Liz jogged over to me and gave me a big hug.

“Glad you could make it,” she said.

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

“So, what’re you waiting for? Let’s hop in!” I dropped my towel on a nearby chair and stripped off my shirt. Now, I don’t claim to be the fittest of guys, but I’d spent most of high school killing myself on a soccer field, so I was in pretty good shape. Not great (after all, it had been about five months since my last game), but pretty good. Liz jogged back to the ladder and, climbing it quickly, launched herself into the pool. I followed, eager to get out of the heat and into the water.

We played around for a good hour. Swimming around, splashing each other, tossing a beach ball…the usual pool stuff. After a while we decided to chill and climbed up onto a couple of the floating mats, resting up, just talking. Not about anything important, just talking. “Of shoes and ships and sealing wax,” as the poem goes.

Eventually there was a lull in the conversation. We were both just floating there, on top of the water, as mellow as ever two people were.

“Are we gonna talk about it?” she asked me. I knew exactly what she was talking about, and had been dreading those words for a week.

“I suppose we should,” I said, as noncommitantly as possible.

“Well?”

“Well what?”

“What do you have to say?”

“I dunno. What do you have to say?”

“I don’t know either.” There was a pause. “I guess,” she said, “the first thing I wanted to say was that I really liked it.”

“Me too,” I said.

“Yeah, so…”

“I guess the question is, where do we go from here?”

“What do you think?” she asked.

“Well, I don’t really know. All I know is, I’m not really at a point where I want another relationship.”

“I don’t want a relationship either.”

“Plus, I’ll be going away to school in the fall, and I can’t do anything long distance.”

“Me neither.”

“And I don’t want anything to ruin our friendship.”

“Oh, absolutely not.

“Yeah, so…”

“Yeah,” she answered.

“So it was just something we did.”

“Right. Something that was really fun but that’s it.”

“Exactly. No reason we have to feel weird about it.”

“No, of course not.”

“Okay then.”

“Good.”

“Glad we got that settled.” A long pause as we drifted around the pool on invisible currents.

“What if we did it again?” she said.

I couldn’t believe my ears. I was hearing perhaps the words every guy everywhere in the world waits maybe his entire life to hear. I was being offered carefree, no strings sex, completely devoid of emotional attachment. Liz and I hadn’t had sex, we’d only fooled around a little bit. But both of us knew where it would have gone. And I knew that what she was offering me was the opportunity to go there. It was a dream come true.

But I knew, as much as I didn’t want to, that it was a hollow dream. A false dream. There was no way Liz and I could be friends and lovers at the same time. It just doesn’t work like that, I know. A couple of my friends had tried it and ended up hating each other. Casual physical relationships just don’t work. Sooner or later, someone develops an emotional attachment. It’s just the way humans work. If Liz and I became “friends with benefits” it would surely end badly. I knew it in my heart. And I didn’t want that.

“It wouldn’t work.” I said, still not believing I was saying this. “It would end badly.”

“I know,” she said. “But I was still hoping we could try.”

“I value your friendship too much,” I was kicking myself inside.

“Me too. And you’re right, sooner or later it would end badly. I couldn’t take that.”

“Neither could I.”

“So, it’s settled then.”

“Yup.”

“No fooling around of any kind.”

“Right.”

“Okay, deal.”

“Deal.”

“Hug on it?” she said, sliding off the float. I slid off mine and we hugged, chest deep in the pool. 

Then, catching me off guard, Liz threw me into the water.

While coming to the surface, determined to have my revenge, I grabbed her legs and pulled them out from under her and dunked her in, her laughter cut off by a surprised yelp. Liz, in turn, splashed a large spray of water at me and lunged, dragging me under with her. I got the advantage and came up laughing with my arms wrapped around her from behind. She kicked and struggled, but there was no way she was getting free.

“Give up?” I said.

“Yes, fine!” she cried out, giggling.

“Good,” I said smiling. I let her go, dropping her into the water. She spun around, glaring at me, pretending to be mad. Then the most peculiar thing happened.

We kissed.

There was no pause before the kiss. No looking deep into each other’s eyes. No long soulful exchanges of looks. She just spun around and we were kissing. To this day I don’t know if she planned it. I don’t if all that time she had been simply waiting for an opportunity. I like to think she did plan it. I like to think that she was so attracted to me that she was just looking for a way to start something we both knew could never work. More likely, though, it had just been an accident of sorts. The water, the laughter, our bodies so close to each other…instinct had taken over and our lips met

It was several seconds before it really registered what had happened. But that several seconds was all the time necessary for all my reservations to be overcome. It didn’t matter that we might lose our friendship. It didn’t matter that we might end up hating each other. All that mattered was her lips on mine; her body close to mine; her flesh on my flesh. All that mattered to me was her, and all that mattered to her was me.

We broke our first kiss only to begin a second. And a third. Gradually our mouths opened and our tongues began exploring. I felt Liz’s hands wrap around my neck as mine went ‘round her waist. Her fingers ran through my hair as I rubbed the small of her back. As our kisses grew in intensity she pressed herself harder against me. He tits forced against my chest, my growing erection poking into her stomach.

I pulled my mouth from hers and began hungrily sucking on her neck. First one side than the other, my mouth traveled across her collarbone. My head moved fast, trying to cover every inch of her skin with my lips. My mouth sucked hard on her shoulders, leaving perhaps a hickey or two. Liz began to sigh. Softly and slowly at first, but with increasing speed and strength. The more I kissed her shoulders, the more I sucked on her neck, the stronger the sounds coming from her mouth.

After some time of this, she wrapped her arms firmly around my neck and jumped up, her legs wrapping around my waist. As we were still roughly chest-deep in the pool, it was easy for me to support her weight (light though it was). We kissed again, her tongue searching the inside of my mouth for what, I knew not. By this point the passion was growing so rapidly in us we were in danger of simply losing all control, which wouldn’t do with us in her back yard, in her pool, with her parents inside.

Trying to slow things down somewhat, I began to kiss Liz below her chin, trailing my lips down the center of her neck. Unfortunately, this had the opposite effect of the one intended as Liz began to trash about somewhat. She arched her back, with her legs still wrapped around me, which forced the tops of her breasts to my mouth. I covered these with kisses even as Liz began to moan. Quietly at first, but ever louder. The more I tried to slow things down, the more she tried to speed them up. It was as if she were on fire and nothing could put her out. I traced kisses along the line of her bikini top, then planted kisses on her nipples through the fabric. I bit softly on them.

“Harder…” came a near-soundless moan from Liz. Knowing my cue when I hear one, I bit down harder on her nipples. Liz, it seemed, liked things a little rough, something I had not learned in our previous encounter.

“God yes…” she said. My hand which had, up til now, been holding her waist and supporting her waist, I now moved down to her ass as I began to knead to soft flesh underwater. My hands on her ass and my mouth on her breasts (her oh-so-perfect breasts) were beginning to drive Liz wild as she began to buck herself against me, rubbing her suit-covered pussy against my trunk-enclosed cock. Faster and faster she bucked against me as I bit her nipples and squeezed her ass harder. Fearing both that I may cum too soon and also that our wild thrashing of the water might alert neighbors or parents, I knew I had to do something, anything, to slow this wild woman down. But, as I said, nothing seemed to work.

Keeping her ass in my hands and her fabric-covered nipples in my mouth, I slowly walked with Liz over to the wall of the pool. Deciding to try something a little different, I pushed Liz hard against the wall, pinning her to it, pressing myself hard against her body, her breasts pushed tight against my chest. Water splashed up the wall and the padding kept her from being hurt, but the shock of so rough an action seemed to stun her out of whatever wild place of passion she had been lost in. However, not wanting to lose the mood entirely I followed this action by moving one of my hands from her ass to her cunt. With Liz now supported by her arms around my neck, one of my hands under her ass, and the force with which I held her against the wall, my remaining had exerted a slow but steady pressure on her crotch. Even in the cold water I could feel the warmth emanating from her womanhood. I first I pressed slowly on her snatch. After a few moments, my mouth no longer chewing on Liz’s nipples, but my head up, eyes locked with hers, I began to rub her pussy. Slowly, very slowly, up and down, up and down.

Liz kept her eyes open, holding eye contact with me as I rubbed her pussy. With more speed and force, I rubbed her up and down, over and over. Her breathing quickly returned to the rapid pace it had been at before I pushed her into the wall, and her eyes began to close in involuntary passion. Her mouth opened as sighs and moans began to escape her lips. My hand between her legs was quickly bringing her back to that wild place she had been in and I decided to let her enjoy it.

When her eyes closed fully in passion, I dropped my head to her chest and once again began chewing on her nipples, which were still poking through the cloth of her bikini. My name escaped her lips as my mouth at her chest and my hand between her legs worked furiously to pleasure her. Liz reached one of her hands down from my neck and began to rub my cock through my trunks. Pressed as my erection was between our bodies, it was difficult for Liz to get a grip. After a moment, her head came forward and she locked her teeth on my earlobe as she whispered,

“We need to go somewhere.” I couldn’t have agreed more.

Somehow we managed to separate from each other long enough to climb out of the pool. Liz adjusted her bikini top back over her nipples, but I was momentarily embarrassed as my rock solid cock made an unmistakable tent in my swimsuit. Once out of the pool Liz and I moved toward the house where a lawn chair was sitting underneath a bay window. A large bush stood to one side of the chair, and situated as the chair was, between the bush and almost directly under the window, it was about as private a place as Liz and I were likely to find. We didn’t care about that, though. All we cared about was getting our hands back on one another. About feeling each other’s bodies pressed together, flesh melding, hands groping, tongues exploring. All we care about was lust. And passion.

Liz jogged over to the chair, her ass bouncing enticingly before me. The sight of that ass, enclosed in tie die fabric…I could not have turned away even if I had wanted to. And I definitely didn’t want to. I followed Liz right behind.

When she reached the chair she turned around abruptly and tossed her arms around me, pulling me into a hot embrace, and a passionate kiss. Our tongues danced with each other as her hands once again stroked my hair, and mine roamed her soft back I supported Liz and followed her as she fell gently backwards, my arms around her, into the chair. Not once did our mouths break contact. Once on the chair one of my hands left her back to travel up and down her side, tracing the smooth swell of her hip, the long line of her leg, the delicate curve of her shoulder. My other hand, meanwhile, untied her bikini top from around her neck.

My mouth went back to her nipples, sucking, biting, licking, teasing. My tongue made circles around her areolas, then I clasped her nipples hard between my lips as my tongue flicked their engorged nips. I squeezed her ass, kneading the soft and luscious flesh in my palm. Her hand wormed between us to stroke at my chest, play briefly with my nipples, and embark into my shorts. 

She grabbed my cock firmly in her small hand. As hot as my shaft was, I could still feel heat radiating from her. Slowly, almost excruciatingly so, she jacked my cock up and down. Up. Down. Slow. I moaned into the valley between her tits. Mumbled her name. “Liz. Liz.” And she moaned mine in return.

With her hand between my legs, I was obligated (and delighted) to return the favor. My hand left her ass and began, once more, rubbing her pussy through the fabric of her bikini bottoms. The fabric was soaking wet (and not just from the pool), and clung to the folds of her cunt. I traced them with the tips of my fingers, I rubbed her whole pussy with the palm of my hand. I probed gently upwards, all the while outside the fabric. And then, with a word from Liz,

“Inside…”

My fingers pushed aside the material and in a swift move I entered her cunt, sticking my index finger deep inside her, as far as I could. A grunt left her throat. I pistoned my finger in and out, slowly at first. I added a second, then a third finger to my probing of her pussy. Her vaginal muscles contracted tightly around my digits as I pumped them in and out, slowly. Then faster. Her hand on my cock had paused in its stroking when my fingers first entered her, but now it resumed it’s rhythmic and agonizingly pleasurable motion. Up. Down. Up and down. Liz’s hand on my cock seemed to keep time with my hand in her cunt. Up. Down. In. Out.

As utterly enjoyable as this was, we knew we didn’t have much time. Liz’s parents were still inside and could come out at any minute. Besides, our own sexual urgency wouldn’t let us hold off much longer. The fact that we could be caught the next moment, only fueled our almost animal longing for each other. All the foreplay, my attention to her tits and cunt, her attention to my chest and cock, all of it…it had just been our way of stalling. But we knew what came next. And it was as inevitable as the sunrise.

“Now,” Liz whispered in my ear. That soft voice in my ear, her breath blowing gently against my outer lobe, and that one word…if I wasn’t already hard, I would have been instantly then.

Liz reach down and lowered my trunks, pausing only briefly to give my ass a playful squeeze. With one hand she stroked my cock a few more times, before guiding it towards her cunt. And with the other she pulled aside her bikini. I had removed my fingers from her cunt, and now used my hand to spread her pussy lips. Not that they needed it at this point. Her sex was wide open and inviting. Her pussy begged for my cock. And both she and I endeavored to please.

The tip of my cock made contact with her cunt. I almost lost it. But I was determined that this would last. All that animal passion, all that pent up lust and longing…no premature ejaculation was going to ruin this moment. It wouldn’t be a slow fuck. It wouldn’t be gentle. It would be fast and furious. But, by god it was going to be done right.

Once Liz had my cock positioned before her cunt, she looked into my eyes. Almost as if asking me one last time if this was right. I said nothing. I couldn’t. All I knew, my whole world, was her pussy and my dick. And in that moment, Liz pushed herself down, spearing my cock straight into her twat. My shaft was immediately enveloped by the warmest, softest vice grip I had ever know. I don’t have a particularly large cock, but Liz hadn’t had much sexual experience. So my fairly modest sized dick was enough to fill her completely. Liz’s eyes had shut and she had gasped, a high-pitched quick gasp. After a moment, she opened her eyes, looked into mine.




Summer Afternoon



I've always wanted to tell this story. It's something I have wanted to share for a long time, but it was never safe to do so till now. This happened one hot summer Sunday afternoon in 1983. 

My parent's pastor was a burly, hulking man of 6'3" with a booming voice and a firm handshake. Each Sunday he thundered out dire warnings of God's coming wrath for sinners. I tried to ignore him as best as I could, but he still scared me. I was pretty sure that I would wake up one day, see the clouds part for Jesus' return, watch the ground slowly open up and then I'd tumble right into the Hell the pastor so vividly described.

The pastor's wife was nearly as intimidating as her husband. She was a tall woman - six feet to be exact - about 40 years old, with red, curly hair, a low husky voice, an assertive manner and in two years she had managed to alienate nearly everyone in the congregation...except my parents.

The interesting portion of this story takes place on a Sunday after my parents had treated the pastor and his wife to lunch in town. After all the plates were cleared from the table and the bill settled, the adults were saying their goodbyes when out of the blue the pastor invited me to come home with him for the afternoon and said that he would show me his library.

Now I have always taken an interest in books and spending another lazy afternoon at my home didn't sound like nearly as much fun as spending an afternoon browsing books in someone else's library. What a treat; what an honor! So, I readily agreed, said "see you tonight" to my parents and climbed into the back of the pastor's car.

When we arrived at the pastor's home, he, his wife and I went inside to get out of the heat. As promised, the pastor allowed me free roam of his library and I picked a book on the Revelation of St. John. He nodded his approval and I left the library to sit in the living room while he worked on his Sunday night sermon. 

His wife had disappeared after we entered the home, but after about fifteen minutes she came into the living room and asked if I would like a drink. When I politely said, no thank you, she let me read my book while she watched TV for about thirty minutes. After her program ended - and I had lost interest in the book - she suggested that we play cards. So, we played gin rummy for a while.

About forty-five minutes into our gin rummy tournament, the pastor came in and said that he was going to take a nap. We both nodded and continued playing cards and talking about whatever we had in common - not too much. When cards and chit-chat got boring, she suggested that we play the piano together. Now I had no great interest in playing the piano, but I could read music. More importantly I knew how to play by the rules and how to be polite to an adult. So, I agreed to try and she said she would teach me a song in no time.

So, she led me to a small room at the back of the house where an old piano sat. It was in fairly good condition and had a very sturdy looking piano bench in front of it. After she closed the door - so the piano wouldn't wake her husband - she sat down on the right side of the bench and motioned for me to join her. 

Now, I had always considered the pastor's wife a bit intimidating. As I said, she was tall, had a husky voice and an assertive manner. Her short,red hair was perfectly suited to her temperament. Besides all this, she had an impressive physical build and presence. She wasn't what anyone would call fat, but strongly built, tall, big boned, big hips, big breasts...and big time confidence and authority.

So, as I meekly sat down on the piano bench beside her, I was overcome with several emotions - mostly intimidation, fear and resignation to play along, no matter what the tune. But I was also just the slightest bit excited. Sitting so close to a real woman, hip to hip even, gave me a strange tingling feeling. 

As she began to show me a few chords, I would repeat them after her. With her instructions and her gentle correction, I learned to play the chords to one of the church's favorite hymns while she played the melody with her right hand. On about the third try, I got nearly every note right and she patted me on the back and said how well I was learning. Then she showed me another song and I faithfully tried to learn the chords to it as well. As I was learning this second song something happened that surprised me.

While I played the chords to the song, the pastor's wife had placed her hand on my right knee and was keeping the beat with gentle pats. At first I didn't even notice this happening, but I slowly became aware of it. Needless to say, I was startled and made a few mistakes on the keyboard, but she urged me to try again and kept on patting the area just above my right knee.

By the second time though the song, I noticed that her hand had crept up to the middle of my thigh - tending more to the inside than the outside. And my nerves were tighter than the piano strings because of it. When I stopped playing, she showered me with praise for being a quick student and playing so well. She also placed her hand just a bit higher on my thigh and gave a nice, soft squeeze, too.

By this time, I was nearly speechless. Here I was in someone else's house, sitting in a closed room with a woman squeezing and massaging my inner thigh - getting closer and closer to what had to be the biggest erection I had ever had - and I am smiling and nodding and gripping the edge of the piano bench hard enough to leave my fingerprints in the wood. 

Even though the music had stopped, her hand did not move from my thigh. In fact, her hand slowly travelled to the very top of my thigh and started gently stroking my crotch while she spoke to me. Very suddenly the compliments on my playing turned to whispered comments about how nice I felt in her hand and how hard I was. 

I swallowed nervously and just smiled. Her normally husky, assertive tone of voice had turned into a soft, sexy purr in my ear and it was having a considerable effect on me. Without saying "stay still", her warm hand and soft, whispered voice had ensured that I would stay right where I was. As she continued to rub my penis, she also started to breath into and nibble my ear - circling the outer edge of it with the tip of her tongue. That sent a shiver through me that made the piano bench creak. With that she laughed softly in the back of her throat and kissed my neck.

After thirty seconds of this amazing flirtation, I was quivering with both nervousness and excitement. I was literally awed by her physical presence and how her touch was able to make me feel so nervous and excited with just a few light caresses. But things were about to get worse - or better. Much, much better! 

While she continued to massage my cock, the pastor's wife quietly suggested that I ought to turn and face the other way while still sitting on the piano bench. Although I didn't know why she would ask me to do this, I acquiesced to her quiet command. 

Once I was facing the opposite direction, the pastor's wife also turned around to face away from the piano keyboard. No sooner had she finished turning around, than her hand resumed its place in my lap, only this time rather than merely giving me caresses, she began to move her hand up and down on my penis. I realized that she was jacking me and wasn't going to stop till I came. 

With that realization running through my mind, I became conscious that she was leaning more and more towards me as she jerked my cock. As a result, her casual blouse was gaping at the neck and giving me a small view of her cleavage. As soon as my eyes lingered on her chest for more than three seconds, she was quick to ask if I liked what I was seeing. With a small nod, but no words, I answered her question. 

Not wasting a moment, she started to unbutton her top with her other hand. While she only opened two more buttons, it was more than enough for me to see most of her large, firm breasts. Here was this tall, statuesque, very dominant woman slowly jacking my cock and displaying her very ample breasts and hard, pink nipples to me. I almost came right then. Just the idea that I had turned her on and that she wanted me to see her ripe breasts giggling under her blouse while she jerked my cock was nearly enough to make me lose my mind with pleasure and sexual excitement.

After a few more minutes of jerking my cock, displaying her breasts and gently kissing my face and neck the pastor's wife did something that I can still recall vividly to this day. She leaned forward to make sure the door to the room was closed, quietly whispered to me to, "sit still, okay?" and slid off the piano bench on to her knees in front of me. 

Without a word, she leaned forward from her kneeling position, unzipped my pants, reached her soft, warm hand into my underwear and pulled out my very hard, throbbing cock. I nearly fainted from shock and pleasure. It was obvious what she was going to do to me, but I could scarcely believe it. 

After giving the shaft of my penis a few squeezes and gently kissing the clear precum from my head, she took my whole erect cock into her warm, wet mouth and started to lick and suck and swallow as much as I could give her of my hard, young prick! She would run her tongue around the head of my cock, bob her head up and down while sucking me, lick and suck the underside of my head and look into my face with her clear blue eyes and "mmmmm"each time my cock twitched or moved in reaction to her ministrations.

I'm not going to lie and say that I lasted long; it was maybe three minutes, at best! But in that time, this woman gave me more pleasure than I had ever experienced before. She never stopped loving my young cock with her hot, mature mouth till just seconds before I was about to explode. And only then did she stop to whisper to me, "going to give me something good, baby?" 

Oh my God! I have trouble imagining how I kept quiet and didn't break that piano bench as I bucked and thrust into her wet, sucking mouth while cumming. And through the heat and passion, she swallowed every drop, licked me clean and then tucked me away as calmly and as gently as if what we had done was the most natural thing in the world. I'll never forget how her clear, blue eyes never left mine and her soft, sweet, "Thank you, honey!" still resonates in my ears till today! 

On that summer afternoon, the pastor's wife not only took my oral virginity and swallowed my young cock and cum, but she also took my will and swallowed part of my soul. What is left of me still hungers for her kind of control and passion.



Summer Afternoon: The Condos



Carter had decided to make an early lunch when he heard the girls come around the corner. He was standing on the patio of his condo, shirtless on what promised to be another scorching summer day, futzing with the grill, sweating, cursing the fact that he was determined to grill the venison sausage his brother had sent him. Their voices made him look up and smile. The girls had been coming to the condo's communal pool to swim at least twice a week since school ended in May. They were nice girls, and nice to look at, in a kind of...unconventional way.

Adrienne was the larger of the two, which actually wasn't saying much, because Callie was so damn short she didn't look like she could be in high school, let alone a senior in college, which they both were. Callie was about 4'9", and quite thin, her a-cups not really doing much with her bikini top, but she was a cutie, with a nice smile and an easy, almost lazy demeanor. When Carter had chatted with them earlier in the summer, Callie had asked him if he had a light, and then proceeded to fire up a joint in full view of God, the neighbors and everyone. Carter thought she had major balls. Either that or she was high all the time. She almost always wore reflective aviator sunglasses, indoors and out. She said she was forestry major, and that seemed to explain it. Adrienne was a bit more serious, and her body bore that out. Standing a bit over 5'7", her round breasts filled out her one piece nicely, and she kept pulling the bottom down over her truly onion shaped butt very nervously that day back in May. Their presence this summer had started Carter's 40 year old heart pumping.

"Hey Carter! You wanna take a dip?" Callie drawled.

"Hey, girl...no, not right now. I'm going to get this grill ready, and then I'm going to make some lunch. Grilled sausages and some fixins'." Carter became very aware all of a sudden that he had no shirt on. Maybe cause Adrienne was staring at his brown chest. He was no bodybuilder, but he had a good natural physique, and went to the gym to keep it. He shaved his head bald, 'cause he was losing his hair anyway, and thought of it as another advantage to being black.

"Mmmm that sounds good. You going to make me some?" Adrienne asked.

"Hell, I'll make you both some if you come back here and hang a little after your swim. It would be nice to talk to someone for awhile." Carter had been divorced for about six years, and had been working on changing things about his life. Women had not been part of the equation for awhile.

"Sure!" Callie said. "I'm always hungry when I get out of the pool."

"You never get in the pool, Callie," Adrienne said. "You're too busy sunbathing."

"Fuck you, Ade. I'm swimming today." Callie said. "And Carter, if you're serious, I'll go get us some beer and we'll have lunch. Is that cool with you, Adrienne?"

"Yeah...I'm tired of eating out all the time."

"Alright then. " Carter said "It's,what, a quarter after ten? The food will be ready at noon. I'll see you then?"

The girls both said yes and walked off to the pool, and Carter turned his attention back to his grill.

The girls hit the pool, Adrienne jumping in right away and beginning to warm up, getting used to the water. Callie laid her towel on one of the lounge chairs, put her IPod ear buds in her ears, and cracked the new Tom Wolfe. After finding her page, she threw a bookmark in it, and began to rub suntan lotion all over her legs and arms. She wondered why she kept thinking about Carter, standing there smiling with his shirt off, those few curly hairs swirling up his chest, two or three of them gone gray. She started to wonder why she always thought about black men in a sexual way, but quickly put those thoughts out of her mind and just thought about Carter's body, what it would feel like to fuck him, to have his cock filling her pussy, making her come. While putting her lotion on, her hands strayed close to her tie-side bikini bottom, and thoughtlessly rubbed her pronounced pussy mound. 

"Hey!" Adrienne had stopped swimming, seeing what Callie's hand had been doing. "You were supposed to save that for me!" Adrienne grinned. Adrienne and Callie had been lovers for the past two years. Neither one was a committed lesbian, but they liked being with each other, even though they both had sex with guys now and again. They had always been good friends, since middle school. Once, at a party junior year of high school, Adrienne licked Callie to orgasm in the closet after everyone else had passed out. She sucked Callie's lips into her mouth and pushed a finger into her wetness, rubbing until Callie's breathing became short. They didn't talk about what happened until after graduation, when, after a party, Callie returned the favor (with a dildo she bought for the occasion, no less). Since then, Callie and Ade were together more often than not, with Callie even transferring from the junior college on the other side of town to finish up at the Big University where Adrienne was studying English.

Callie sighed, pulled a pipe from her bag, filled it, glanced once around the pool area making sure that it was still deserted, and lit up. Adrienne caught the sweet, skunky smell of the ganja, and pulled herself over to the side for a puff.

After handing the pipe to Adrienne, Callie just blurted "I think I want to fuck Carter."

Adrienne exhaled, and said "Really? 'Cause I've been trying to figure out how to tell you the same thing for the last three weeks. I felt guilty, 'because we had talked about maybe moving in after graduation next year, and I didn't want to piss you off or freak you out. I just wanted some black cock."

Callie thought about it. Her last two boyfriends had been complete losers, in and out of the sack. She loved it when Adrienne kissed her, loved it when she cupped her hands on her small, rock-hard ass...But she wanted to get fucked. Hard. It had been too long since she had just had a day to fuck and forget. She stood up, as if she had made a decision, and walked to the pools edge, where she slid her body into the water next to her friend. Adrienne hit the weed again, and passed the pipe back to Callie.

Callie took her turn, held the smoke down, and exhaled a long stream. "Do you want to go over to his place and do it today? We've got plenty of time. I'm off today, and your rich ass ain't got a job, so...?" 

"Wait, Cal...you look like you've got plans. I see that twinkle in your eye! What do you have in mind?" Adrienne thought for a second and said, "It's always been a fantasy of mine to get held down by a black guy, maybe he's a little older than me, but he holds me down and fucks me... Does that suit your devious mind?"

Callie laughed, coughing out smoke. "Why did you never tell me that? All the crazy sex we've had, and my fucking girlfriend can't even tell me she's haunted by the big black cock." Callie pulled herself out of the pool, went to her bag and put her pipe away. She came back into the water, tilted her head up and kissed Adrienne hard, her tongue swirling around Adrienne's mouth, while her right hand pulled her swimsuit aside and her fingers played with Ade's pussy lips, stroking them up and down. Adrienne's leg's parted a little, letting Callie's fingers go where they wanted. The water felt good on Adrienne's cunt, the cool shock giving way to Callie's warm slick fingers.

"Hey don't laugh at me, "Adrienne said, pulling away from the kiss.

"I'm not, really. " Callie said, stroking Ade's left breast, and giving the hard nipple a tweak. Callie LOVED Adrienne's breasts. They were full and luscious, the kind she wished she had. But hey...that's why they were sleeping together. "You've just given me an idea of how to work this. I think Carter will be into it, but follow my lead when we get in there, and I promise we'll have all the black cock we can handle." Callie kissed her again, this time slipping a hand around Ade's full ass, and got out of the pool, and into her beach chair, drying off. "Do you want to stay and swim? I'll go to the store."

Adrienne said "Sure. Call me when you're on your way so I can dry off!"

At ten minutes to twelve, Carter finished setting the table, and ducked out to the patio to snatch the sizzling sausages from the grill, placed them on a platter, and put them on the table. He was eyeing them, and fighting with his manners when the doorbell rang. He opened the door as Adrienne pulled the screen door open, and walked through, wearing a swimsuit cover that was white with little eyelets all over it. She had a case of Budweiser and a twelve of Light beer. Callie was bringing up the rear with a bag full of potato chips, barbecue sauce, and ice cream.

"I figured we should do this right, y'know?" she said in her lazy, laid back way. "So if you don't like strawberry, you're shit out of luck."

Carter laughed. "Shit, y'all. How much beer were you planning on drinking?" He had taken the opportunity to take a shower while lunch was cooking, and was now dressed in a pair of loose black cotton pants with a drawstring, and a thin white tee shirt. He had fought with himself about wearing shoes, and decided to wear a pair of rope sandals instead. He had also decided that he was going to ask one of those girls if they wanted to stay for dinner. He didn't care which one. "Go ahead and put that stuff on the counter in the kitchen, and have a beer. I know I'm going to have one." Adrienne pulled three bottles form the box, opened them and passed them around. She raised her bottle and said "To summertime, new friends, and good food!" They touched bottles as Carter said "I'll drink to that, "and had a deep pull off of his longneck. "We should sit down and eat before it gets cold." He said.

Callie had just pulled on a pair of cutoffs over the bottoms of her swimsuit. She kicked her flip flops off and sat at the table as Carter began bringing buns and sides. 

"I hope you like deer sausage. My brother hunts, although I never had the desire to do it. Every time he bags a good one, he'll FedEx me some of the sausage he has the butcher make. It's also out of season, but that's what they make the deep freeze for." Both young women answered in the affirmative. They had both grown up here in the Heartland, so venison was no stranger to their plates. They heaped their plates with sausage sandwiches, potato salad and corn on the cob, and the three of them ate primarily in silence as their hunger faded, after which they began to talk about Carter's job, for which he spent large amounts of time on the road.

"Being a corporate trainer has its ups and downs. One of the downs was my marriage. We fought every night on the phone, and then didn't say a word to each other when I got home."

"When did you move into this place?" Adrienne asked, reaching for another sausage and another spoonful of potato salad. 

"About five years ago. After she kicked me out, I lived in an apartment for awhile, and liked not having to mow the yard. I bought a condo the next year, so now I never have to mow again." Callie, having polished off two ears of corn with her lunch, pushed her plate away and went out to the patio for a cigarette.

"Callie, you can smoke in here." Carter said, and watched her little firm ass as she bent over to pick her purse up off the ground. The cutoffs were so short; he could see the beginning of the curve of her ass as it joined her thigh. The curve was pronounced, and Carter wondered if he could get really lucky. Afternoon had always been a good time to fuck.

Callie said thanks, walked over into the living room, and sat down on the couch. "Carter thanks for lunch. It was really good."

Adrienne chimed in, her mouth still full. "Yeah, Carter. This beats Arby's any day!" 

Carter said "It's no problem. I haven't had many guests recently."

Callie sat up, and pulled her aviator sunglasses out of her bag and put them on. "Carter? Can you answer a couple of questions for me?"

Carter wasn't sure why she put the glasses on, but something was about to happen here. He had a feeling. He wasn't sure what it was, and he didn't want to spoil it by saying anything. "Sure, I guess."

"Are you a serial killer? A weirdo?"

Carter laughed, a little uneasily. "Uh, no. I'm not crazy."

Adrienne got up, and put her hands on Carter's shoulders, edging him over to the living room. Adrienne asked "Are you a virgin?"

This time, his uneasiness gone, Carter guffawed. "Ladies, I should ask you that question. No, I've been experienced. Why the third degree?"

Callie, still with her shades on, reached into her purse, and pulled a fat joint out of her cigarette pack. She got it going, and handed it to Carter. It smelled pungent in the air conditioned flat. Carter hadn't smoked since before he got married, but if this was headed where he thought, he might want to be stoned for this. He accepted the jay and pulled in a large lungful, held it down and exhaled a long stream at the ceiling. Adrienne took the stogie from Carter and had her turn with it. Callie went into the kitchen and returned with three more beers. She popped the tops, and passed them around. "Carter, I'll answer your question in a minute. I promise. But, do you have a t- shirt I can borrow? This bikini is bugging the crap out of me."

Carter's erotic fantasies of having his cock sucked and stroked by two girls went up in smoke. She wanted something to cover up with. Dammit. "Uhhh...sure. There is actually a stack of them on the dryer in the laundry room." Callie excused herself. Carter turned and looked at Adrienne, who passed the joint back and slowly kneaded his shoulders. 

Adrienne kneaded a bit harder. Carter had to admit it felt good. He took another hit, held the smoke down; let it go in short puffs. "Don't mind her, Carter. She'll be right back. I forgot to tell you that when I was in high school, my older brother had this friend...Jimmy? He was a band geek, right? Always playing his damn saxophone. Then one night there was this concert, and the jazz band played. Jimmy played a solo on "Body and Soul" and I creamed...my...jeans. Jimmy was tall and had eyes like chocolate. You remind me of him, Carter. Jimmy's cock was so big, and all he wanted to do was fuck. Are you like that, Carter?" She took the joint from him, and looked him directly in the eye while she inhaled, like she was looking for an answer behind them. "Do you like to fuck?"

Carter was a little bewildered, but he was catching up fast. "Actually, yes. I am like that. Since my wife left..." He could already feel a wet spot forming at the head of his cock.

Callie came back into the room, wearing Carter's t-shirt, and not a stitch else than anyone could see. She interrupted him by saying "Look, Carter. This is how it is. We think you are the nicest guy. You are also cute in that rugged, seen-a-lot-of-life way. I love to fuck black men. Adrienne really wants to get held down and fucked good by a big black cock. What do you say we finish this joint right here," she said, taking the joint, reversing it so that the cherry was in her mouth, and blowing a stream of smoke into Adrienne's mouth until Adrienne coughed, then grabbed her hair and pulled her to her lips and kissed her deep while inhaling smoke. "What say we finish this joint right here," Callie started again, "And smoke another while you watch me eat Adrienne's pussy? Then we'll see where things go? Would you like that Carter?"

Carter didn't have to think about it. "Of course. Yes. What did you think I'd say? Don't think I haven't been thinking about since I first met you."

"Good."

Adrienne said "Cool! Now I can get out of this swimsuit. Carter, you've got the air on so low in here!" She unzipped her swimsuit cover, tossed it aside, and peeled out of her one piece. Her nipples became hard as soon as they touched the cool air, and she kicked her suit away from her as she settled on the couch. She cupped her fat, round tits and tweaked the hard nipples, gasping as she did so. Callie bent over to pick up her bag, and gave Carter a nice look at her small butt and her thin pussy lips, framed with a thin line of bush. She straightened with another stick of weed in her hand, lit it, and took a large swallow of beer after she exhaled. After handing the joint to Carter, she took another swallow of the beer, killing it, and sat down on the floor, spreading Adrienne's legs. She pushed them apart kind of roughly, and began to palm Adrienne's cunt. "She gets so wet when she's about to get fucked." Callie rubbed a bit. "But she likes you to take her time. She might feel like she's totally ready to take you to the hilt, that soft, juicy pussy just dripping wet for it. But you have to work slowly." She said this as she made wider circles with the palm of her hand, deliciously mashing Ade's clit, causing low moans to escape her lips. Carter was transfixed, he hit the joint, and then hit it again, hot-boxing it. Callie's other hand grabbed hold of Ade's right wrist and held it away from her body as she suckled her breast really hard, and stopped abruptly, watching the nipple swell in appreciation, then thumping it with a spring loaded middle finger. Adrienne jumped, yelped, and then sighed as Callie increased her rubbing down below, alternating with a light smack to her nipple with an open hand. Rub, smack...rub, smack. Callie kept this up until Adrienne said, "If you don't lick me, I'm going to come and you're not going to taste it. I want your tongue in me when I come." 

Callie spanked her pussy with the flat of her right hand, and jerked her legs up until her ass hung off of the couch. Carter felt like his head was going to just fall off right there on the floor. He had never been so horny in his life. To have two women going at it right in front of him...he hit the joint again. Callie spread Adrienne's legs while she moaned "Lick my cunt, dammit. Make me wet so I can take his whole cock."

Callie spanked her upturned ass cheeks bright red, and then, hopping up on the couch, pulled Adrienne's ankles toward her head. "Carter. Get over here and look at this pink pussy. Don't you wanna just stick your cock in it? She shaves. It's all smooth. I love running my tongue over it, it tastes so good." She licked Adrienne asshole to clit, five wide tongued strokes. Adrienne squirmed, and Callie spanked her again "I love spanking her ass. It's such a beautiful ass, with such a pretty little asshole." She swabbed her star, pushing her tongue inside her hole. Adrienne cried "Yes, that's it!" and began to rub her cunt furiously. Carter had frozen, the joint burning down close to his fingers. He threw it in a beer bottle and began to frantically remove his clothes.

Callie noticed his movement and said "It's about time." Carter got the waist of his drawstring pants caught around his dick, and almost tumbled to the floor. He managed to right himself, and slipped them off. Callie continued to run her tongue around Adrienne's asshole while Carter tried to get his head between Callie's legs.

"No,no,no..." Callie said. "Adrienne gets the cock first. It's what you want isn't it, you big-assed slut? A big black cock deep inside you?" Callie moved to her knees, and used Carter's prodigious hard-on to guide him to his destination. She placed his aching member directly into Adrienne's snatch, squeezing him hard. "Now," she said, directing the action. "Fuck her. Get up, grab her legs and fuck her! Don't hold back." Callie had let Adrienne think this was about her fantasies, when really, it was Callie who was getting off on moving people around, putting them in position. She loved to watch the scene play out, exactly according to what she saw in her mind. 

Carter started bucking like a bull with the gate open as soon as Callie gave her orders. He slammed his cock deep in Ade's pussy, and looked into her face. Her eyes widened in shock, her mouth gaped open. He shoved in again, and began to get a rhythm, her bouncy ass clapping against his stomach, as Callie held Adrienne's legs apart, wide. 




Summer Afternoon: The Condos



"Take the nice man's black cock, honey." Callie said "Fuck her good."

Adrienne was close. She knew it wouldn't take long. She'd been wet since Callie stroked her pussy in the pool three hours earlier. But she needed him over her, pressing her down, pushing his full length into her so she could come. 

It was almost as if Callie could read her mind.

Callie said "Get on top of her." She put a firm hand on Carter's now shiny chest, and moved so that he could get his knees in position. Adrienne's pussy was swollen, her lips so fat and juicy looking Callie had to give it a quick kiss before she guided Carter's prick back into it. "Now, make her come, Carter. Fuck it out of her...come on...you can do it."

Carter lost almost all self control, and began to pump into Adrienne viciously, grabbing her arms and holding them over her head while he maneuvered down below. Adrienne looked like she had stopped breathing, and her color went from sun-burnished brown to deep red as her orgasm built. She came in desperate heaves, her stomach clenching with the effort, her sex clamped tight on Carter. She held him tight for a minute, and pushed him off of her. 

Carter was startled. "What the..." He stood up, his cock not even bobbing, he was so hard.

Adrienne said "It's Callie's turn. And you're going to like it!" With a flash of her hand, she snatched Callie's mirrored sunglasses off, and put them on her own face. "She told you what my fantasy was, so I'll tell you what hers is." Adrienne grabbed both sides of Callie's face and kissed her, bit her, pulled her bottom lip away from her face. "She wants black cock, too. But she wants it up her ass."

Callie looked angry. "Adrienne, you said you wouldn't tell him."

Adrienne pulled up the t-shirt that Callie had been wearing, whipped it over her head, and pushed her down on all fours. Carter was once again confused, but excited, figuring the girls must do this often. He had never had an afternoon like this. Or a morning, evening or night, for that matter.

Adrienne grabbed Callie's bag, and took out a bottle of lube. She smeared it on both hands, and grabbed Callie's ass, slipping two fingers into the sopping wetness of Callie's pussy. Callie writhed, pushing herself back onto her fingers, trying to fuck herself on them. Adrienne grabbed the lube again, this time squirting it directly in Callie's asshole. She slid her middle finger in, Callie's ass twitching involuntarily. Carter was dumbfounded.

Adrienne said "She wants your cock in her ass. That's really the only way she'll do it. If you fuck her, I'll finger her cunt and see if we can get her started. Come here, "she said, and grabbed Carter's cock again, setting him up doggy style. 

"Wait!" Callie said "I want to watch him come." She flipped on her back on the floor, and pulled her knees up to her chest. "Put that black cock up my ass."

Carter put his hands in on the backs of her knees, and Adrienne stroked his cock, smearing lube for him. He pressed slowly into Callie's tight ass until his head and much of the shaft were engulfed. He pulled out slowly and repeated. Not as soft as the pussy he just left, but much tighter. He groaned as Callie pulled her legs back further, watched his chest heave, and then Adrienne's right arm coming in to play with her pussy, stoking her lips and fingering her. Adrienne and Carter found a rhythm, and Callie felt her self floating, her ass and pussy buzzing with pleasure, his cock stretching her ass, Adrienne's fingers pleasuring her pussy...and she couldn't take it. Jabbering uncontrollably, she came, her pussy leaking so much that Adrienne wiped it all over her obscenely erect nipples.

Carter was proud of himself for hanging on this long. Seeing that Callie had come, he really began to fuck her ass, she kept saying half words and wailing that it was too thick, but he didn't care. He pushed his cock all the way in and dumped a massive load in her ass. He pulled out and shot another load into her gape, pumping his cock furiously with his right hand. 

Carter collapsed onto the floor; Adrienne followed him down, smothering him with kisses, as Callie's legs jerked spasmodically. Adrienne finally stopped kissing him and said "Can we do this again on Saturday?"

Carter said yes. He already had a meal in mind.



Summer Afternoon



“Fuck me.”

I was thrusting away before the words left her mouth.

I used the arms of the lounge chair for leverage and I began to thrust my hips up and down, my cock in and out. Everything else, save that rhythmic motion, faded away. I didn’t care that it was the middle of the afternoon and I was in Liz’s backyard, sliding my cock deep into her pussy while her parents sat inside. I didn’t care that the faster I rammed myself into Liz, the louder she moaned. I didn’t care about anything except her twat. And her nipples. I licked her nipples as I slid in and out of her. Remember her earlier preferences, I bit down hard on one as I completed an upstroke into her cunt. Sensing the effect this had on her (from both the moans and the way her cunt tightened around my shaft), I attempted to repeat it. And often. My concentration, on the pumping and the biting, was helping both to propel Liz towards her own orgasm and to delay my own. However, Liz realized that the precarious nature of our situation (fucking wildly in her backyard) did not lend itself to delay in any form.

Liz grabbed my hair and lifted my head off her breasts, pulling it back. So rough was Liz, and so lost in the moment, that I must have pulled a muscle. But what the fuck did I care. I was sliding my dick in and out of her as her breasts heaved beneath me with her rapid in and out breaths. Breaths almost in time with my thrusts into her cunt. As she held my head back, Liz began to lick my neck, starting from my collarbone and tracing lines up to my ears where she stopped to briefly chew before starting all over again. The roughness of her behavior, the constant pressure exerted on my cock by her twat, her tongue and teeth on my ears…it was all too much. With a grunt and one last thrust, I came deep inside Liz. Taking the Lord’s name in vain, I started to slow my pace when I heard Liz,

“Almost…”

Knowing a gentleman’s duty when I hear it, I managed to keep thrusting into her. My cum was leaking out of her twat, my still-thrusting cock churning it, leaving us both soaked in my juice. It was almost painful to continue fucking Liz, my cock now ultra-sensitive. But I did. Somehow I managed to keep thrusting, and to stay hard. And I was rewarded for my efforts (as was she) when she bit down hard on my shoulder, partly out of pleasure and partly to stifle her own screams. I felt something dribble down my back. I didn’t know if it was saliva or blood, and I didn’t care. The whole thing, Liz’s teeth on my shoulder, her pussy contracting furiously around my shaft, her back arched in orgasm pushing her tits tight into my chest…I almost came again. Would have, if I’d had anything left.

After some time, I couldn’t say how long, Liz let go her bite on my shoulder. I slipped my now-soft cock from her cunt. We were both of us soaked with each other’s juices. We lay there in each other’s arms for a minute or two, enjoying the afterglow. Enjoying the quickly fading remnants of our passion, our lust, our joy and abandonment of reason. I looked her at Liz, and kissed her gently on the lips. Soft, sweet, gentle. We smiled at each other.

I think that was the last time we were happy together.

After the initial afterglow had faded, reason and logic returned. As they always do. We quickly separated and rearranged our clothes. We both desperately needed showers, so we said brief goodbyes and parted. Liz went inside and I hoped in my car, took off towards home. 

Things were never the same between Liz and I after that. We tried to talk about it, we tried to explain what had happened, why it had happened. What to do now. But we had no answers. And sometimes, that’s fine. You can get past something without knowing the exact answer. But not this time. Not for us. We were lost and uncomfortable with each other. All the ease and relaxation which had defined our friendship was gone in light of what we had done. It was a pink elephant in the living room, and we couldn’t get it to leave.

Liz started college that fall. We didn’t talk much after that. It’s been two years since that summer. Since the time when we had managed, briefly, to convince ourselves that we could have it all. The friendship and the sex. I know better now. I lost a friend because of sex. We had gone somewhere we couldn’t come back from. I still have hope, though. That some day we’ll be able to move forward. Move beyond that summer afternoon. Time heals all wounds, right? I hope so. I hope so.



Summer Afternoon's Matinee



It was a sultry July afternoon, with the thermometer in the 90s and the humidity chasing it. The sky was blue over the multiplex parking lot, and the teenagers ran through the heat to get to the theater entryway and temperature rationality again. Shelley walked behind them quickly, wearing her mirror sunglasses, yellow halter top, short blue skirt and sandals. The kid waited for her just inside the door because she was paying for them.

There wasn't a line at either the ticket counter or concessions, so it didn't take long for the three kids to have their rations for an animated comedy. They dashed off with their ticket stubs without a word, leaving her to wonder why she was holding an extra large drink and a stub for a movie she'd never see of her own free will.

No suspicion surfaced over her choice; the kids didn't care she never watched gruesome murder mysteries before, or that she'd dress in such a skimpy manner to watch a movie. She usually wore more than this when they went to the beach. But this afternoon she was going to meet him: she was meeting Constantine, her pen pan from afar. Over the last eight years, they'd talked about a lot, shared their intimate thoughts with each other, but this was their first meeting in the flesh. It took a lot to make this happen, but a darkened movie theater seemed like a safe place. She could always walk out, scream if he did something too strange, and having to leave with the kids gave her an exit time.

She wondered what he wanted to be called. "Conny" sounded a bit strange, but she'd heard men use it before. "Tino" sounded Italian, which wasn't bad, but wasn't him. She'd find out.

The trailers were running when she came in; only one man was sitting across the way. It had to be him. He'd told her what to wear and where to go: 2/3 of the way up the rows toward the back, in the middle of the row. She trembled as she walked up the steps, counting the rows, then giving up when she realized he was going to find her no matter where she sat down. Entering the row from the left, she want to the middle and put the armrest to her right up. Settling in, she started watching the trailers, waiting for the moment he joined her.

It took some time. Four clips played out, movies she never wanted to see, and no one else entered the theater. The feature they were going to see got horrible reviews and it was leaving the multiplex in a couple of days. A shame how big stars could lose their touch so quickly. A thought crossed her head: he was waiting, waiting to see if anyone followed her in. There shouldn't be a reason for that: she took the kids to the movies regularly on summer weekday afternoons, it was a small spot of peace she valued, and everyone knew that, especially. . .

The screen went dark as the theater's clip played just before the feature, and someone sat on her right next to her. "Hello, Carissima." he murmured in a silken voice, giving her ear the briefest nuzzle. His body was oversized, but not grotesquely, his hands were graceful as he cradled a huge tub of popcorn.

"Hello," she said and instantly regretted it. For years she wanted to see this man, to hear his voice, to claim a bear hug from him, among other things. He'd written erotic stories she loved, as well as sharing an exotic spirituality. A simple "hello" wasn't the way she wanted to speak to him the first time. Taking a sip from her drink, she continued: "Hello, Constantine. Glad you could make it."

"Me, too. Call me Stan. Like some popcorn?"

She tensed a little bit. Stan liked to spring surprises, as he told her many times, and juvenile tricks didn't seem beyond him. For all she knew, there was something extra in the tub of popcorn. Part of her wanted to find out, and part wanted it to be so, but it was a lot for her to cope with while she was still scared about being alone in the dark with a strange man. Exciting, yes, but still. . .

"Don't worry. You're all right. You're safe. Just relax and be."

Impulsively she stuck her hand down into the tub, spilling a little, and found only popcorn. A soft chuckle tickled her ear, and a gentle hand rested on her shoulder for a moment before leaving. She leaned into him and felt his softness and his strength. He put his hand over her for a moment, then stretched his left arm around her.

The movie started and was immediately forgettable. Shelley let her mind wander, let her nerves unkink and savored the presence next to her. A touch of lips at her hair line sent a little shiver down her spine, and a hand brushed her upper right arm, right next to her breast.

The tub blocked access to a part of him she was interested in, but he made no move to move it. Another touch and another kiss and she wiggled back against him, welcome his attention. The lips delicately grazed her earlobe, and a soft tongue probed the ridges. A gasp, a sigh, and squeeze of his left thigh; a turn of the head to allow easier access. It was easy to imagine those lips lower down, in contact with similar flesh, softer flesh, wetter flesh.

The hand got bolder and started to brush the fabric of her halter top. It had been years since her body got this much attention, and it thrilled her. A fingertip touch: firm, gentle, insistent, relentless. Two peaks formed and pondered release.

She turned her head more and her lips found mint flavored lips. It was a moment before her lips parted, and his tongue entered her mouth, dancing with hers. Many years passed since making out in a theater was on her agenda, but it was like high school again and it was wonderful. The soundtrack of the rotten movie faded from her ears, replaced by the beating of her heart.

The hand found the left side of her halter top, teasing the inside edge. Shifting her body, she lessened the tension so the skin underneath was accessible. Sensing this, the hand moved underneath the fabric immediately, giving her breast a fond caress and finding the naked peak to circle and tantalize. "This hasn't happened for a long, long time," she murmured when their mouths parted.

"Want me to stop?"

A firm, sudden kiss, a turning of her body and a pressing of her breast into his hand was her answer, and he accepted the invitation gladly. He set the popcorn on the floor beside him and her hand moved down: his zipper was still up, but his interest apparent. It wasn't her ideal, but it was firm and friendly, something she'd wanted for years. She didn't care: this was working.

A gentle push encouraged her to lay back. She undid the top string of her halter, and it fell loose. A firm fuzzy face nuzzled her skin. For a moment, she wished there was more to him to enjoy, but suddenly the nub was sucked completely into his mouth, his tongue running wild and all reason running from her head.

Her hand came around to caress his head, to hold it to her breast and encourage him to keep giving her the wonderful feeling. He complied with her desire for several moments that lasted for hours.

Suddenly he stopped, and took a large drink from the soda she'd bought. "Thirsty, honey?" She saw a wicked smile in the dark and he moved back to where he was. An arctic blast hit her tender skin: he'd sucked an ice cube into his mouth and was using it to make her even harder. She gasped out loud, then put her fist in her mouth so she wouldn't cry out and alert a projectionist. For a moment she wondered what the college students on their summer jobs would think, looking out to see them making out in the darkened theater and ignoring the movie. But the seats were high, he was silent, and she wasn't making much noise, although it was getting more and more difficult.

A feather touch brushed the inside of her right knee, then her left. She took an ice cube out of the drink to suck on herself, partly to keep her quiet, partly to imagine the sensations she could give. The feather brushed her knees, twice in succession, and she had a choice to make. Should this go farther? Music thundered from the sound system, flashes came intermittently from the screen in a night battle. For a moment, she pondered, then she parted her knees.

Before she knew it, a hand was at her panty waistband and started pulling down. Her hips came up to give clearance, the hand moved around and her legs came back together as the undergarment passed her knees and ankles. Stepping out, she parted her knees again, waiting for what came next.

An artist's hand touched her. Playing her like a Stradivarius, it brought out a murmur and a submission, to let him make what music he wished on her. She was gently filled, and the mouth returned to nursing; two levels of stimulation were taking her very far, very fast. Her hand went back in her mouth, but a strangled cry came out of her throat, beginning low and moving higher, higher, higher, until she hit and held the glorious high note she'd forgotten she had.

She let him know it was enough, and he slowed down, cradling her and slowly taking his leave. The movie had moved to a bath scene, and for once Shelley didn't envy the Hollywood starlet in all her glory. Her breathing calmed down, and she was able to turn her attention to him.

His fly was quickly unzipped, and he was exposed. She was determined her touch was going to be as soft as his, and she put his hand back on her breast as she worked. Two massive pearls caught her attention, smooth and spongy, and she stroked them, making him murmur and groan a little bit. Moving his hand across her body, she leaned down and saluted the wrinkled skin, telling it how much she loved her experience and wished to share it. His right hand caressed her head, circling her earlobe; his left turned up to cradle her life giving sweetness. 

It was time to savor the strange licorice. Her mouth moved up, her tongue swirling, savoring the end of the sweet candy that warmed under her touch. She took more and more, letting the candy fill her, savoring its essence. It was a hard candy, and she had to rest from time to time, but she coaxed out the full sweetness of the delicacy, letting it roll around her mouth before it went down. He quivered as she thanked him, stroking him delicately as he recovered. A sip of her soda, and she lay back against him, her arms up over his neck, her head on his shoulder, while he cupped her torso.

After twenty minutes, the movie got far too dumb, and she had to go. He helped her make sure she was restored to her state of dress when she entered, but there was one piece she couldn't put back on. "I'll keep it for you," he said, stuffing her panties into his pocket. He wore large pants and the bulge wasn't that noticeable.

"Tomorrow, a safe place, candle light, wine, and more. If you want." A last kiss, and he made his way out before the movie climax. 

She was sweating as she endured the end of the feature, staying through the end of the credits so her breathing, her dampness and her mindset were once again stable before she went out. The kids were in the lobby, focused on their cell phones when she approached. They asked her how she liked her movie, and she gave them a non-committal: "It was all right." As she drove home with her electronically cocooned passengers, she knew what she was doing tomorrow, the e-mail she would send tonight, and the glow she experienced in the theater on a summer afternoon.



Summer Angel



Ah, Elizabeth. What can I say. From the moment I saw her, I wanted her terribly. I suppose that the best way to describe her is to say that she is what every real man wants, in his heart of hearts. So many men are hypocrites. They want a woman at home who is shy and virginal - pure. But they want to go outside of their relationship for sexual pleasure - they want to find a whore. Truly enlightened men, who have been fortunate enough to find truly enlightened women, know that the most desirable woman is she who is both pure and libidinous; she who is demure one moment and animalistic the next. From moment one, I knew Elizabeth was just such a woman.

She is a beautiful young woman, 19 or 20, with long wavy blue-black hair, piercing blue eyes, and a generally slim build, but one with the hips and behind of a woman twice her size. She looks cute in skirts, but better in pants, which accentuate the wonderful shapeliness of her below-torso body. She dresses pretty stylishly for such a young woman, especially one growing up in the Midwest (attending college in our nation's capital has surely been a good influence). Her shy smile would melt the coldest heart, but her sharp tongue could put the most cocky womanizer in his place in a heartbeat.

Although I saw her around the office occasionally, and we did briefly speak on occasion, I never really got much of a chance to get to know her, enjoy her company, or appreciate her beauty for any extended period of time until she began assisting my immediate supervisor. What a stroke of luck! As our mutual boss is big on delegating, rather than each of us working with him, we found ourselves working together quite often. As such, I had the bittersweet opportunity to spend time with her...and to learn that she had a boyfriend.

I had resigned myself to the reality of appreciating Elizabeth from afar when another lucky stroke came my way. We found ourselves working late one evening. It's an age old tale, ripe for fiction, but sometimes it's real. Sometimes it's real...nice. It seemed hot in the office that night, though it easily could have been my imagination...or the pheromones flying between us. We kept it generally professional, but any observer (and thank goodness there were none) would have easily noticed the chemistry, the innocent flirtation, the connection. Our project completed, I asked Elizabeth where she'd parked, saying that I would walk her to her car given the late hour. She said that she carpools, and that her ride had left long ago; she planned to call a taxi.

"Don't be ridiculous," I said. "I'll give you a ride home." 

A brief pause as she considered the offer, her head tilted and her tongue askance at the left side of her mouth.

My heart sank when she replied, "You know, that's OK. I appreciate it, but I don't want you to go out of your way. Plus, I need to get something to eat." Recovering, I said, "Really, it's no problem at all. Besides, don't you think I'm hungry too?"

An hour later, we'd had a light meal, not so light drinks, and a lot of fun. We joked about people at work, our families, compared college stories, and laughed a lot. I think I laughed hardest at her insistence that she was really two people: Elizabeth, who was incredibly naive, let people push her around (figuratively), and loved to watch the sun set; and Liz, who did things she could never tell her parents, told people off, and wanted to go bungee jumping. She was two people alright; both of them incredible. At any rate, it was eventually time to go. We paid the bill, walked to my car, and after the doors were closed and I'd started the engine, she said...

"I don't want you to take me home." Before I could let this unexpected statement soak in, she continued. "Take me to your condo?" Oh, Elizabeth. I loved the way she said it - like so many obviously intelligent women who still say everything - even statements about which they are completely convinced - as though it is a question. On the one hand, maybe it was actually questionable to her. Maybe sweet, unassuming Elizabeth had no idea how badly I wanted to make love to her - to meld our bodies and ride our passion long into the night. But on the other hand, how could the more worldly Liz not sense how I had always become a puddle in her presence?

We drove to my condo in silence. Elizabeth (or was it Liz?) had done her part, and soon, the time would come for me to do mine. I knew that I would have to stop being so damn enthralled by her, find a way to summon a little testosterone, and take control once we reached my building. Though we were silent, the air was thick with possibility and anticipation. Perhaps in preparation for our coming union, I felt myself growing more in tune with Elizabeth's body. It may have been my imagination, but I was nearly certain that our breathing synchronized. Clearly not a figment of my imagination was Elizabeth's hand on mine as we pulled into my parking spot.

Turning to face her, I softly said, "Let's go upstairs." As we walked inside, our hands bumped, and our fingers slowly intertwined. We shared our first kiss as the elevator creaked to my floor. With no shame about being maudlin, I can only say that the kiss, while brief, was magical. If there is anything sweeter than the sharing of a first kiss between two who have so long desired that kiss, I have yet to find it. Such soft lips, such a sweet, faint scent, both portending pleasures to come.

Inside, though sweetness remained, we both knew why we had come. Straight to my bedroom. All clothes quickly removed. I was astounded. Elizabeth's body was beautiful, virtually glowing by the light from the moon through the blinds. Sparse freckles dotted the landscape of her breasts, which were capped by small, but erect nipples. I wanted them in my mouth, but first, I needed more of Elizabeth's sweet mouth on mine.

On my bed, we kissed. It could have only been minutes but it felt like both hours and like seconds. It was great. Our tongues were meant for one another, and I was certain that the rest of our bodies were meant to be together as well. Soon enough, I knew that I was right.

Of course I had to taste her. Working my way from the side of her neck slowly across her clavicle, down the furrow between her breasts, into and out of her navel, over her pubic mound, and finally, FINALLY, into the damp, warm center of her desire. I licked her, slowly, relishing her taste, and the way that she reacted to my tonguing. Elizabeth shook, trembled, and could barely stay in one spot on the bed as I internally vowed to treat her to the best cunnilingus of her young life.

After her third or fourth climax, I could no longer refrain from being inside her. Quickly sheathing myself, I began to slowly insert my penis.

Elizabeth was no virgin, but her tightness and tentativeness made it clear that she was not a very sexually experienced woman. I certainly had no problems with this. She had gasped when I inserted just the head inside her, and she continued to gasp and shudder as a filled her with inch after inch. Once in to the hilt, I started to slowly piston in and out, before graduating to more spirited strokes.

I don't know how long we made love, but it was phenomenal from start to finish.

It was our only night together that summer, and Elizabeth soon went back to school. We don't keep in touch, but I will never forget that evening, and I would imagine that neither will she.



Summer at Grandma's



 [Authors note: This is the sequel to 'Christmas at Grandma's'. You may wish to read that story first to learn how Anita and Penny discovered their attraction for one another.]



Anita Calkins shifted restlessly in the Corvette's bucket seat as her husband Roger swung from the highway onto the gravel road leading to his grandparents' house. She felt deliciously naughty being naked under her summer dress; the smooth cotton fabric felt cool against her stiff nipples and shaved pussy. She was becoming wet knowing she would be seeing her lover Penny again and it seemed an age since they had last been together.

They had met in a hotel near Penny's college during her Spring Break and had four days of uninhibited sex, only stopping to occasionally eat and sleep. They were insatiable and their love for one another deepened every hour they were together. Still unsure what the future held, they did know that they were truly meant to be together and they would deal with whatever came their way.

Anita loved her husband. He was a kind and considerate man and she felt twinges of guilt for continuing this passionate affair with his younger sister, but the women's attraction to one another had been a surprise to the both of them after years of friendship.

When they rolled up to park among the other vehicles in the circular driveway Anita didn't see Penny's yellow Mustang convertible among them and her heart sank. What if she couldn't make it for some reason? 'Don't be silly', she thought, 'She'll be here. I just know it.'

***

Penny Calkins kept the Mustang on a steady ninety MPH, listening for the beep of her radar detector as she sped expertly around the curves of the highway leading to her grandparents' house. A last minute problem at school had delayed her leaving and she was eagerly anticipating seeing her lover Anita again. The last time they had been together had been a marathon of white hot sex in every way possible and they'd finally parted with the greatest of reluctance. She loved Anita with all her heart and she knew the older woman felt the same.

She felt guilty having sex with and loving her brother's wife, but the attraction was immediate and overwhelming and she knew they were soul mates forever. Thinking about Anita's hungry mouth on her cunt, she had an urge to masturbate as she drove, and then decided against it. She wanted her lover to bring her off so she could fill her mouth with the warm cum that she drank so greedily.

Only a few more miles to go and her pussy was already moist with anticipation.

***

Anita fidgeted in her chair as the Calkins family chattered among themselves; Roger's parents having arrived previously. Larry, Roger's older brother, a career Army sergeant, was unable to be there as he was in a training school. The grand parents were always happy to have their children and grandchildren with them and looked forward to holidays when they could be together.

'Where was Penny?' she wondered. She decided to go in the kitchen and fix some tea. It would keep her mind off the waiting.

Anita filled the kettle and set it on the burner over the wavering gas flame. The grandparents had tried to keep the old Victorian as authentic to the period as possible, acquiescing only to modern wiring and lighting and a septic system to replace the cesspool.

She gasped as a warm body molded to her back and a voice cooed "Hello, my love."

"Penny? Where did you come from?"

"I just arrived. I wanted to surprise you. I didn't expect you'd be alone."

Anita sighed as Penny's soft hand crept under the hem of her dress, stroked her bare ass and cupped her pubic mound.

"Ooohh, you've shaved, I can't wait to eat you."

"God, I've missed you ... Oh, what are you doing?"

"Finger fucking you, my love; be quiet or they'll hear us."

"Ahhhhh, it feels so good, you're crazy and we're going to get caught."

"Not if you be quiet. Mmmmm, you're so juicy."

Anita gripped the handle of the oven door as Penny's fingers worked in her gooey slit, biting her lip to keep from moaning aloud.

"Does this feel good?" Penny purred, licking Anita's ear. She cupped Anita's breast with her other hand and began tugging on the rock hard nipple.

Anita's orgasm was swift and explosive, her body shivering against her lovers. Drenching Penny's fingers with warm cum, she had a second, less violent orgasm and clung to the handle, breathing heavily.

Penny withdrew her hand and licked her fingers one at a time, savoring the warm juice. "I love the way you taste," she said playfully.

Anita removed the whistling kettle from the burner, turned, gathered the young girl into her arms and they kissed hungrily. Her hands moved down Penny's back and caressed her firm buttocks. Penny sighed and ground her pelvis against Anita's, wanting to trib right there in the kitchen.

"Anita," Grandma Calkins said from the living room, ""Did you know that Penny was here?"

"Yes, Ellen," Anita replied, "We were just fixing some tea and catching up. We'll be there in a minute."

"Catching up on fucking," Penny murmured. "You are so fucking hot."

"Behave now," Anita chuckled. "We need to join the family for a while."

***

One day passed, then two; feigning being 'just friends' and interacting with the other family members was beginning to wear on Anita and Penny. They kissed and groped each other when they could, but they wanted so much more. Finally they saw their chance to be alone.

Grandpa was talking about the orchids he was growing in his potting shed behind the house and how proud he was of them.

"May Anita and I look at them Grandpa?" said Penny said brightly.

"Of course you can," was the reply. "The door's open, just go on in."

They were out the door in a flash and practically ran towards the faded wood shed.

"My goodness," Grandma said, "I had no idea they were so interested in orchids."

***

Penny continued briskly past the potting shed as Anita said "I thought we were ..."

"Ew, not that dirty place," Penny said, tugging at her arm, "We're going down by the creek where it's pretty."

They spread what clothing they were wearing on the grassy bank next to the rippling clear water and lay together kissing and caressing. Penny stretched luxuriantly as Anita nuzzled her neck and fondled her breasts.

"You're more beautiful every time I see you," she purred, fingers dipping into Penny's wet pussy. 

"Suck my tits," The young girl replied, "Make me cum. I want to cum for you."

Anita began sucking and licking Penny's stiff nipples, her fingers pumping in her lover's juicy cunt, loving her throaty moans of pleasure. Penny's lust soon overwhelmed her as her hips jerked and she came with a scream, drenching Anita's hand in warm juices.

"You always make me cum so hard," she said, hugging Anita. "Now put that pretty puss of yours on my face, I want to make you cum."

Anita complied, straddling Penny's head and lowering her wet cunt to her lovers devouring mouth. No matter how many times Penny had eaten her; Anita still felt an exquisite thrill of pleasure every time her lover's soft lips and warm tongue explored her dripping slit.

"Oh God, my pussy loves your tongue," Anita moaned as Penny's hands gripped her round ass pulling her even harder onto her mouth. She began mauling her breasts, pulling on her rock hard nipples to further heighten the pleasure her body was experiencing.

Penny sucked the engorged clit into her mouth, gently nibbling on it with her sharp, white teeth. Anita's orgasm engulfed her in a rush; she howled lustily in release and ejaculated forcefully into Penny's face and mouth. The young girl swallowed the warm fluid greedily and continued licking until a second wave ran from her mouth and covered her face again.

Overcome, Anita wavered, slumped from Penny's face and lay curled next to her, mewing softly in an excess of desire. Penny cradled her in her arms, murmuring words of love as she recovered.

Anita licked her own cum from Penny's face, loving the taste while her lover said "It's so fucking hot when you cum like that. It drives me wild and I want to keep eating you forever."

"And I want you to," Anita sighed, "I don't think my heart could stand it though."

"I've missed you so much," Penny continued. "It seems an age since we were together last."

"It's becoming harder for me to be away from you, babe," Anita replied. "Once you graduate in the fall, we're going to be together, I guarantee it."

"I can't wait," Penny said excitedly. "What are we going to tell everyone? What will you tell my brother?"

Anita frowned, "I hate to hurt him, but I can't go on living a lie. It's you I love and want to be with. He and everyone else will just have to accept us as we are. They will be upset at first, I know, but they'll come around in time."

They lay entwined listening to the creek chuckling among the rocks, the summer sun warm on their bare bodies until a voice jerked them from their reverie.

"Penny? Anita? Are you girls down here?"

"Oh shit, it's Grandpa," Penny blurted. "What'll we do? He'll be here any second."

"In the creek," Anita said, jumping up, splashing into the water, Penny following and ducking down to their necks. "Jesus Christ, it's freezing!"

"Fuck, I'm a fucking ice cube," Penny said through chattering teeth.

"Here you girls are," said Grandpa Calkins, strolling down the slope, "That water's a bit chilly isn't it? Dawkin's Creek comes straight down from the mountains."

"We were getting warm looking at the orchids, so we thought we'd cool off," Anita replied, splashing Penny who squealed and splashed her back.

"Don't stay in there too long," the old man replied, turning and going back the way he came, "You'll catch your death of cold."

"No shit," Penny cried, leaping from the water when Grandpa was out of sight, Anita right behind her. They began drying each other with their clothing, and then spread them out to dry and lay together in the soft grass. 

"That was close," Anita said, brushing a wet strand of hair from Penny's face, "I'll be glad when we don't have to hide anymore."

"Me too, baby," Penny replied, taking her hand and kissing it.

"Our clothes will take time to dry," Anita said, grinning, "What will we do to pass the time?"

"I have an idea," Penny replied, rolling on her back and spreading her legs, "I want to suck that bald pussy of yours until you cum on my face."

Anita assumed the head to foot 69 position, lowering her wet pussy to her lover's waiting mouth and dipping her head between Penny's creamy thighs to the juicy feast between them.

"Ahhhh," Anita sighed as Penny began to lick her, "My pussy's so hungry for you."

Penny squealed and continued licking as Anita's tongue burrowed between her engorged labial lips, seeking the spicy goodness within.

The summer sun was warm on their bodies as the women pleasured each other, their lovemaking relaxed and contented as they delivered long, lingering licks into the other's pussies and down to their puckered assholes.

As their desires grew, the licks became more rapid, interspersed with sucking and nibbling on clits and pussy lips until their orgasms blossomed and rose in a torrent of body quivering ecstasy. 

Penny stiffened and came powerfully, her scream muffled by her lover's cunt, flooding Anita's mouth with warm love juices which she gulped and swallowed, licking frantically to obtain more.

Anita moaned and ejaculated into Penny's busy mouth, the sticky cream overflowing and soaking the young girls face while her tongue searched for more between the pink walls.

After each had a second, less strong orgasm, they separated and lay together in the grass, catching their breath.

"That was some of the best sex we've ever had," Anita purred.

"I didn't think I could cum that hard," Penny said wearily. "You're pure sex magic, baby."

They washed up in the creek, then donned their now dry clothing and walked back to the house holding hands, not caring who saw them.

And someone did.

***

July the Fourth dawned sunny and warm. The Calkin's family joined the throngs that filled the city park in the neighboring town of Placerville for a picnic and the fireworks.

Anita and Penny wore light cotton summer dresses in bright colors and nothing underneath. Just seeing their lover's unfettered breasts swaying gently as they strolled through the park with the family was both naughty and arousing to the women. They intended to pleasure each other whenever the opportunity presented itself, especially after dark during the fireworks display.

For most of the day they remained apart, interacting with the other family members to alleviate any possible suspicion, smiling and winking at each other when they thought no one was watching. Finally, their desires overtook them and, after announcing their intentions, made their way through the crowds to the structure that housed the public bathrooms.

The Ladies Room was momentarily empty, so they entered the last stall.

Penny stood on the seat and raised her skirt, Anita gripped the young girl's firm ass and began devouring her wet pussy, licking and sucking with gusto. Penny shivered and moaned deep in her throat as her lover's lips and tongue brought her rapidly to sweet release. She bit her lip to keep from screaming and flooded Anita's voracious mouth with warm cum that ran over the woman's chin and dripped into the water below.

Penny's knees were wobbly as they switched positions and she began to lick Anita's hot cunt. Already excited by eating her lover, Anita was not long in cumming in Penny's greedy mouth. She was ready for the flood from Anita's pussy and swallowed the flow eagerly until the older woman was finally spent.

All the while as they were enjoying each other, other women were using the facility never suspecting what was going on in the last stall. Some tapped on the door then went away when it didn't open. The possibility of being caught in the act made the women's clandestine lovemaking even more exciting and increased their arousal.

Satisfied for the moment, they waited until the room was empty, freshened up and left to rejoin the family. The afternoon sun hung low in the sky and they were already anticipating the concealment of darkness and the cover of exploding fireworks to engage in another romp.

***

With the onset of evening, everyone settled in to watch the fireworks. Seated on a blanket at the edge of their family group and surrounded by other people, Anita and Penny had devised a way to get each other off without anyone being the wiser; performing such intimate acts in public added additional sparks to their already burning desire for one another.

***

"Penny and Anita certainly have bonded since Christmas," said Sarah Calkins, Penny's mother, seemingly unaware of the true nature of the women's relationship.

"They certainly have," Grandma Calkins replied, "They act more like sisters every day."

"Penny's grades have improved this last semester," Sarah continued. "I think Anita's had a positive influence on her."

"It would appear so," Grandma replied, beginning to wonder who was influencing whom and about what.

The fireworks began and the conversation ended as they turned to watch the show.

***

"Have I told you lately what a sexy little treat you are," Anita murmured in Penny's ear. "Just seeing you gets me hot."

"I'm getting hot right now," Penny replied, snuggling closer between the older woman's spread legs, feeling her stiff nipples rubbing her back. "When it gets darker you'll see just how wet I am."

"Here's how wet I am," Anita purred, rubbing her bare pussy against Penny's bare ass. We need to wear dresses more often."

"And no underwear," Penny replied. "I can't wait to feel you."

"Patience, sexy one," Anita said. "It'll be dark in a few minutes."

***

The first skyrockets and air bursts momentarily illuminated the upturned faces of the crowds on the slopes surrounding the meadow where the fireworks were being launched. Night had enveloped the park making the colorful explosions even more beautiful.

Shielded from view by the darkness and their dresses, Anita and Penny's hands sought their lover's wet pussies, moaning softly as fingers slid between engorged labial lips and began to frig gently.

"Mmmm ... you're so wet, "Anita sighed. 

"So are you," Penny replied. "You make me so fuckin' hot."

"I wish I could suck on your little clitty."

"Ummm ... that feels good, do that again."

"Right there ... Ooohh ... yesss."

"I'm gonna cum if you keep doing that."

"Faster, faster ... Oh Goddd."

"I'm cumming, baby, I'm ... OH!"

"Yesss ... harder ... Nnnggggh!"

Lost in their own passion, the women climaxed powerfully, barely stifling their cries of pleasure. Fortunately, the noise of the fireworks and the night concealed what they were doing from the crowd surrounding them.

But, someone had noticed.

"Oh man, this blanket's soaked," Penny giggled. "I think my dress is okay. How's yours?"

"It's dry," Anita replied, licking Penny's cum from her fingers. "We'll toss this in the washer when we get back."

"Damn, that was sexy," Penny sighed. "You get me off so hard."

"I'm still shaking," Anita said throatily. "I'll sneak into your room after Roger goes to sleep and we'll fuck some more."

"I can't stand being away from you, baby, when are we gonna tell everybody so we can be together all the time?"

"We're going back home in three days. Let's break the news before then. I'll have Roger alone on the trip back and try to calm him down."

"Unless he takes off and leaves you. Then you can stay at my place."

They had reached Penny's Mustang in the parking lot and she opened the trunk.

"Toss that blanket in here, baby. I want to smell pussy every time I open it."

"You're a regular sex fiend," Anita chuckled, dropping the blanket on the spare tire.

"You love it, too," Penny replied.

***

Anita waited until Roger began to snore, then eased out of bed, covered her bare body with a dressing gown and padded barefoot to Penny's room. Opening the door, she ducked in, gently closed it behind her, turned and the breath caught in her throat.

Penny had several candles burning about the room, filling the air with the scent of sandalwood, their flames guttering in the night breezes wafting through the open windows. 

Shadows danced over her nubile young body, gracefully reclining on the white sheeted bed, her firm breasts, bare pussy, shapely thighs and long legs on wanton display for her momentarily transfixed lover. She smiled and crooked her finger at Anita in a 'come here' gesture and opened her legs even wider.

The dressing gown dropped from Anita's smooth shoulders and she walked with bobbing breasts and swaying hips to the edge of the bed, climbed on and lay between Penny's thighs, their breasts and hips pressed together. They embraced and began kissing hungrily, with open mouths and slippery tongues.

Almost immediately, they began to rub their wet cunts together, grinding their hips as their grip tightened on each other and their kisses became even more fervent. Soft grunts and moans accompanied the squishing of puffy labial lips sliding together as they climbed to the crest of a delicious orgasm and vaulted over the edge, muffling their cries of joy in the others mouth.

"Gods, I love you," Penny said, "You get me off like no one else ever has."

"You mean the world to me, dearest Penny," Anita replied nuzzling her neck. "I'd be lost without you."

"Look what I found for us to play with," Penny said, withdrawing a colorful object from under the pillows.

"Wherever did you find this?" Anita replied, sliding her hand along it's length. 'This' was a thick, double ended dildo made of a semi-hard jelly-like material. Each end of it was shaped like the head of a circumcised penis, ribbed along it's length and was the color of a ripe apple.