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Sandy Ch. 01

By: TxRad



I'd had two days off in the last thirty-five and it felt good to be home, I thought as I pulled into my driveway. As I got out of the truck, I wondered if Paul had had time to do the remodeling job, I had talked to him about before I left. As I started up the steps to the back porch, I saw that he had. Where my back door had been was now a blank wall. I went back down the steps and around the porch to the back of the kitchen. Here was my new door. 

I'd had him remove the old door and fill in the hole. Where the door had been, would interfere with the new roof for the porch. He had removed a window in the back kitchen wall and installed the new steel door there. 

This lock was supposed to be the same as the new front door. I got out my keys and unlocked it and as I opened it, I marveled at the fact that it did not stick like the old one had. 

I then thought of the work it was going to take to extend the porch and to redo the porch into a deck. Oh well, there was always something that had to be done during my time off. In the long run, I would enjoy it though, once it was done.

I climbed up into the kitchen and saw that the cabinets above my breakfast bar had been moved over to the wall where the old door had been. Boy, did that open up the kitchen. It felt like a completely new place, no more having to bend to look into the living room.

A noise drew my attention to my bedroom. It was a low hum or buzz that varied in volume. What the hell was it? It sounded kind of like the alarm but softer. Had I left it on? Surely, Paul would have turned it off.

I walked to the door, my eyes noting that all the lights were on in the room. Then my eyes settled on my bed and I froze. Sandy, Paul's wife, was laying flat on her back on the bed, completely nude. The buzzing was coming from a small pink vibrator that she was slowly working in and out of her vagina. Added to that was a silver bullet vibrator that she was teasing her asshole with. To say that I was surprised was a complete understatement. 

I wondered what the hell was going on, as I let my eyes wander over the rest of her thin body. Sandy is five foot, three, or maybe four and weights maybe a hundred pounds, soaking wet. From what I had seen of her before, I had always figured another ten or fifteen pounds would round her out nicely. As it was, she was more angular than round. Now, I'm not saying she looked bad, just a little thin for my tastes. 

She had her feet up on the edge of the bed and her knees spread wide as she played with the toys. Her hips would roll upward to meet the little vibrator each time she pushed it into her pussy. She was rubbing the silver one slowly over the pucker of her asshole and then making little circles around it. 

My manhood was making a large tent in the front of my levies. Every so often, her stomach would give a little jerk and her shoulders would come up off the bed as her head went back. Her eyes were tightly shut and she was breathing heavily through her mouth. 

I was not sure what was going on but it was going on, on my bed and I figured I should be part of it. I slowly went forward and dropped to my knees next to the bed. Leaning my head forward, I took a long lick up the inside of her right thigh. What happened next was something else. 

When her hips jerked from my lick the little silver bullet penetrated her asshole. When it did her shoulders and upper back came off the bed, her head stretched back and she yelled incoherently. Her body was jerking and shaking all over at the same time. 

This went on and on for several minutes. I had never seen a woman come so hard, for so long before. I just sat back on my heels and watched.

Slowly over a period of time, she relaxed, except for an occasional shiver that ran through her body. The little pink vibrator slipped out of her hand, as she removed it and I caught it before it hit the floor. 

All that could be seen of the bullet was the cord disappearing into her ass. I could still hear it's muted hum. I assumed that was what was causing the shivers.

A moment or two more and she raised her head to look at me from between her small cone shaped breasts, a lopsided grin on her face. "You scared the hell out of me," she said and then grinned again.

"What the hell are you doing, gal?" I asked, with a grin of my own.

She laughed and relied, "Are you blind? I was playing with my two favorite toys."

Still grinning, I asked, "Why are you doing that here? Wouldn't your house be a better place?"

Her face got serious as she said, "It would, but I don't live there anymore. Paul locked me out. I needed a place to stay and I knew where the key was that he left for you. So here I am."

"I didn't see your car, where is it?" I asked.

"I parked it behind Louie's Garage and walked over. I didn't want Paul to know where I was." She took a deep breath and sat up. "I hope you don't mind my using the place. I cleaned a little bit, dusted and vacuumed, mopped and waxed the kitchen floor," she said softly.

I grinned and replied, "You know you're welcome anytime and I don't expect you to do anything to pay for it. If you need a place to stay, you've got it."

"I always pay my own way, you know that," she said. Glancing behind me she grinned and added, "That's what the camera is for, a little present for you, when you got home." 

I glanced over my shoulder, to see my camcorder on the tripod, the red run light on the front glowing. "I was going to leave you a thank you note, along with the tape."

"Where were you going to go?" I asked as I moved over to turn off the camera. 

She shrugged and replied, "I don't know, maybe to my sisters. Somewhere anyway, I didn't want to be a bother to you, when you came home from work."

I turned back to her and said, "You're no bother; you know I always enjoy your company.

She slid off the bed and stood up, the silver bullet control in her hand. "Right now, I have a little something I need to take care of, or rather get rid of. I just hope I can get it out; it has never been all the way in before. Nothing has, actually. You talk about a mind blowing experience."

I laughed and said, "If you need a hand, just holler." She grinned at me as she headed for the bathroom.

I sat down on the side of the bed and took off my boots and socks. I was looking in my chest of draws for a pair of shorts, when she came back out of the bathroom with the control still in her hand. 

"Houston, we have a problem," she said with a laugh. "It doesn't want to come out."

I chuckled and shook my head as I said, "Okay, come over here and lay down, let the expert have a go at it." She walked over by the bed and sat down. 

I laughed and said, "That ain't going to work. Turn around and get up on the bed on your hands and knees. Do you think I should turn the camera back on?"

She laughed as she climbed up on the bed. "I don't think so, this is embarrassing enough as it is."

I had her spread her knees wider apart and to lower her head and shoulders to the bed. With a grin, I quickly moved to the camera and flipped it on. As I turned back to her, I thought, damn what a beautiful position. I knelt behind her and told her to relax. I gave a little tug on the wire and it did not budge. 

When I told her to relax again, she said, "I am relaxed. As relaxed as I can get with that thing where it is."

I chuckled and said, "Well, it looks like I'll have to do surgery. Is your insurance up to date?"

"What insurance?" She asked and then added, "Anyway, I don't think this would be covered."

"Probably not. I know the procedure I'm going to use wouldn't be," I said with a laugh.

Sandy started to say something, but my tongue running around the tiny cord of the vibrator stopped her, as she took a sharp breath. I teased the sensitive skin of her asshole for a moment or two and then moved down to take a probing lick at her wet vagina. This brought a soft groan from her. 

I ran my tongue in and out of the opening and then circled it, tasting her sweet musky flavor for the first time. I was using one hand to keep a tension on the thin wires of the vibrator. When I did not feel it move, I used the other hand to turn it on to a low setting. This brought an even louder and longer groan from her.

I moved my tongue down her short slit to flick at her hard clit. Her hips jerked and she yelled. I rolled the little bud under my tongue, which made her hips jerk harder and the yell to get louder. About the fifth time her hips jerked, the little toy popped free from her ass and she ground her sex back against my face, the yell now almost a scream.

After another minute, she quieted down and moved her hips forward a little. I moved my mouth up and started to clean up the flood of juices from her vagina. Her sex came back against my face as I did, moving in little fast circles. The soft groaning moan was back. 

When I had the mess pretty much in hand, or rather mouth, I moved farther up and probed the opening of her anus with the tip of my tongue. She pushed back against me, trying to get more of my tongue inside. The groan got louder as she worked her hips up and back against my tongue. 

I picked up the pink vibrator and flipped it on. When I touched the tip of it to her clit she jerked and yelled. I moved it up and slowly pushed it into her slippery opening. She froze, until I had it all the way in and then started to slowly pull it out. She moaned loudly and ground her ass against my face and tongue. 

After three or four strokes in and out of her pussy, I removed the vibrator and touched it to her anus. She jerked forward; I followed with the toy and slid about an inch inside her. As I did, her ass came back toward me, taking in another couple of inches. I moved the end I held, in small circles. She gasped and pushed back, taking even more of the toy into her ass. 

A shivering started in her whole body as I moved the plastic dick in and out slowly. Each time I pressed it inward, it went in a little deeper. It was not long before its whole length was buried. The shivering was now a shaking and the moaning groan was back, deep in her chest. 

I pulled the toy almost all the way out and pushed it all the way back in. Her ass jerked and she yelled. I used the small toy to fuck her ass, picking up the speed over a period of a few minutes. Now the yell was almost continues and her ass came back to meet my hand on each stroke. 

Suddenly she froze except for a quick jerking of her ass on the toy. I held it in place, deep inside her as she came repeatedly. After nearly two minutes, she slowly moved forward to lay prone on the bed. I flicked the little switch, killing the vibrations, but I left the toy where it was. 

She lay there breathing hard, her ass still twitching every once in a while as the toy very slowly slipped out of her. When it finally came free, she sighed deeply and lay still.

With a smile, I got up and turned off the camera. When I came back over to the bed, her breathing was deep and regular. She was asleep, so I pulled the spread down and covered her up. Still smiling, I turned and went to unload my truck.

What a great way to start my days off, crossed my mind as I climbed out the new backdoor to my house. I grinned at the thought of Sandy's newly opened backdoor. 

Sandy Ch. 01



Readers may have seen what Sandy's boyfriend told her and what he did not tell her. 

This is the introduction to Sandy, herself, as told in the first person by the character in "Fire Island 1960 Something." He later refers to the young woman in that story as his Diotima. Somewhere in my data files, he tells about meeting two prep school seniors that week, Pam and Sukie, who wanted to meet their classmates' goal of losing their virginity before returning to school. Lucky girls, but that is another story; this is about Sandy. He also mentions a girl he tutored that winter, his "tutee".

He is now a student at Columbia, still a gymnast, and has a summer job in the city. To introduce Sandy, however, more background is necessary to understand this first chapter, which is mostly about Martha.

Martha is a Norwegian au pair in his family, a nice help in the household, obviously not there to mind young children. His parents leave her to mind the house his first week on the job, while they spend the week on Fire Island with his younger sister, after he spent a week with her there. As comes through in this chapter, his parents' late misgivings about leaving him and Martha together alone are entirely justified. During the week, he eventually admits that Martha's uncritical suspicions are correct, that he and his sister enjoyed each other's company more - better - than siblings should. 

There are also stories about Martha and his sister hidden my data files, but this is about Sandy, after the Friday night at the end of his week with Martha. To get a little ahead of this chapter, Martha spends the following week with his sister on Fire Island, intended by his parents as a short vacation for her, but certainly not the way the two of them enjoyed it.

During the first week on the job, a certain routine had developed. The supervisor for the students seem satisfied with my work, and as I expected, at lunch Friday someone suggested that we all go out for a drink "and get to know each other better." 

We met outside the building, and someone suggested that we go to an old Irish bar on Fifth Avenue. It was a "hold-out" against the development of a new office building that would fill the whole block, the old building standing on a corner at the edge of the great hole for the foundation. Inside, nothing seemed to have been changed since the place was built, a stark contrast to the new development, but comfortable, and the group agreed that it deserved our trade for not giving in to the developer's attempt to buy it out.

The guys ordered beer, and most of the girls ordered a glass of wine. One ordered something non- alcoholic. Then we exchanged information about where we were going to college and what we were studying - the usual introductory discussion. Someone knew that I was a gymnast, so I had to tell a little. And a couple of the guys seemed to be most interested in learning more about the girls, of course. It was about what I had expected. Most of us had a second drink, and then there was some friendly joshing about college rivalries, and a little discrete competition for the attention of the girls, and their varying responses: the one or other accepting an invitation for another glass of wine; another insisting that she would pay for own - but having one. Still another demured and nursed the one she had.

If I hadn't been looking forward to the evening with Martha, I probably would have joined in the competition and not just observed everything, but that was also interesting, and apparently made me more interesting: one of the girls asking me if I wasn't going to have another beer. So I did and offered to buy her a drink, and she accepted. When they came, I held my glass up and almost said "skaal" and we drank. 

But then as we chatted, I was wondering how to avoid any suggestion that we go somewhere else. I glanced at my watch and said that I had said I would be home by eight o'clock. When she looked disappointed, I said apologetically: 

"I should have suggested that we might go out for a drink, ... Friday night ..." 

She smiled and looked more understanding, and then added - maybe in response to my mentioning home: 

"I'm sharing an apartment for the summer, ... well most of the time, when she isn't flying. Her roommate got married, and she needed someone to move in as soon as possible, until she decides if she will stay there - with someone for longer - or whatever. She flies overseas - United - away for three or four nights." 

I nodded, wondering if she meant her explanation to be as suggestive as it seemed. I had already learned that she was going to be senior at Sarah Lawrence College, whose students were reputed to be liberal, not just in the arts. 

"You are lucky," I remarked, and then grinned facetiously, thinking I had nothing to lose, and added: 

"Let me know when she's flying to Sydney." 

She seemed immediately to understand my implication and replied: 

"I didn't mean that, ... that way," but then she couldn't repress a smile and added: 

"But I guess it could have sounded like it." 

I nodded and agreed: 

"It did, ... or at least could have." 

We both snickered and had a sip from our drinks as I thought to myself that it didn't hurt to be a bit fresh. And she didn't seem to have minded, only mildly changing the subject by remarking that Bronxville, where Sarah Lawrence is, wasn't far from Columbia, letting me think that she could be suggesting that we see each other during the winter. Then we chatted about other things. We knew we could find each other in the company and didn't have to exchange addresses or phone numbers. When she suggested another drink - "on me" - I refused, saying that I didn't want to be too high when I got home, which was true, and then I left, saying: "Till next time," and she looked pleased, and then I was on my way "home." 

I walked up Fifth Avenue, thinking the fresh air - on a hot summer evening in the City? - the walk would be good after three beers, and then wondered about a "next time," and then admonishing myself for thinking about that while on my way to spend another night - and day and night - with Martha. But then I rationalized that it fitted in with our understanding that our affair was just for the week, and that it also demonstrated that I wasn't too emotionally involved - just loving her when we were making love. But that wasn't such a nice thought either; it sounded fine when we had just been doing it, but a little cheap at that moment. And then I wondered how Martha felt about it, hoping that she felt like I did, but without having to go through my last thoughts. But she hadn't been in my situation - the suggestion of possibly doing it with someone else - so that wouldn't have occurred to her.

I hoped not, not liking the thought that if she had been, she might have had the same thought I had had. No, she had been home, naked, doing laundry and cleaning - a nice vision - and then next week she was going to be on Fire Island with my sister, and at the end of the month she was going home. Fire Island: what kind of bathing suit did she have? Would she and my sister somehow agree to go naked in the house? They would, if one of them suggested it, but how could that occur? What would my sister tell about our week together ...?!

The short uptown blocks go fast with such thoughts and questions, and then I was only wondering how Martha would greet me when I opened the door, but first, I was just entering the building, greeting the doorman, and then in the elevator.

When I opened the door, she called "Hi" and then came to greet me, wearing a dress - another one - smiling and making me forget about my uncomfortable thoughts on the way home. 

"Hello," I answered as she came closer. She chuckled and said: "You smell like you've been in a bar." "I have," I agreed: "... three beers," 

"... and a lot of cigarette smoke," she added, grinning. 

"I guess so," I agreed: "... I didn't know you could tell." 

"Um-hmm, give me your jacket and I'll brush it." 

"Does that help?" I asked as I took it off and handed it to her. 

"Some," she replied and went off with it, while it occurred to me that I probably hadn't heard about that before, since no one smoked in our family, and we seldom went to bars like that one; my parents, never.

Martha returned with my jacket after I had gone to the bathroom and was beginning to change, hanging it on my chair while I appreciated that there was something especially attractive about her simple dress; not so much the dress, but the way it fit her when she moved. It wasn't tight, but it seemed to accentuate her strong thighs - certainly didn't hide them. Then it occurred to me that artists and cartoonists drew dresses fitting that way, but in reality they seldom did. Martha noticed me looking at her and smiled and explained: 

"I went out, got some more beer, and then it seemed too ... " and she looked questioningly: "... too 'something' to take it off again." I nodded, and she went on: 

"Just as well, your mother called again, saying that we should be there for lunch. I would have felt funny if I had been naked, talking to her." 

I nodded again with a snort, and Martha grinned and said: 

"Oh, you probably felt that way when she called this morning." 

"I sure did," I agreed, grinning back at her: "... and good that you got the beer, thanks." 

Martha nodded with a smile and explained: 

"Yes, this time, I wondered if the doorman would notice and brought it back hidden in a bag from Macy's." 

"Good idea," I agreed: "... he probably would have, and noticed that no one else is here. If you want, we can get some on Sunday for you to have on the island ... but I guess I should warn you that my sister will want some, too." 

She snorted with a quick smile and said: "That too?" 

"I'm afraid so," I admitted. 

She nodded and then told me that my mother had also said that she could use the car on the island, if it was really necessary, but that they would prefer that she didn't. By then, I had finished changing, and we left my room and went to the kitchen.

It wasn't eight o'clock yet, and apparently after the beers and chips from the bar I didn't want a snack before dinner, and our conversation hadn't gone in that direction either, even though I had changed my slacks. Martha had already started to prepare the leftovers, and she had also started on a beer, glancing at me apologetically when she saw that I noticed the can. 

"I didn't want you to get too far ahead of me," she remarked with a grin then. 

"I'll slow down for you," I replied.

As Martha finished heating up the meal, she snorted to herself and then remarked: 

"The nice thing about doing the laundry that way is that you can do everything, know that absolutely all your clothes are clean. It always seems a little frustrating, doing it and knowing that what you have on isn't clean, like especially when you go on a trip, not wanting wear the same underwear, but also not wanting leave it behind." 

She glanced at me for my response, and I chuckled in agreement, able to appreciate the situation, although I had never done my own laundry till I was in college. 

"I wish I could have helped you," I remarked: "... or at least have watched." 

She smiled in response as she started to dish up, and then asked if we wanted to eat in the dining room, "since we're all dressed up." So we did, and I lit the candles again, which reminded her to tell that she had bought new ones: "the same kind," which in turn reminded me that I wanted to pay her back for them and the beer, but it didn't seem the right time to mention that, making me wish that I had given her money for them before hand.

Then I did get a beer, and she another one, in glasses, and we sat down. For a moment, I wondered if she was wanting to say grace again. She seemed to hesitate before picking up her knife and fork, and I would have liked it if she had, but then she just smiled at me with a nod, as though she understood, and then snorted slightly and said: 

"I can't even say I hope you enjoy it; we've had it already." 

"But I will," I assured her, and we began eating.

Of course, we skaaled, and then I told her about my experience in the bar, having to adapt my story in midstream from just drinking with the girl to making it a group toast, but Martha liked that I had remembered and appreciated her feelings, and asked about the group. I told her, relating my impressions, and she chuckled. When I had finished, she skaaled me, and then after a moment changed the subject.

"What do you think your sister will ask ...? You know, ... about us?" she asked. 

"Good question," I replied: "... You're right; she probably will, ... or will be wondering. Certainly she will be wondering. It's not a question of what she will ask, but rather, if she will ask." 

Martha nodded, and I had another bite, and then went on: 

"You can tell her whatever you want. She probably would like to know that we have. If she asks, she will be thinking that we must have, ... and probably won't believe that we haven't, ... no matter what you say."

Martha nodded and agreed: 

"That's sort of what I thought. I was thinking about it today." 

"And if you say so, she'll probably want to know all the details." 

I nodded, and offered a skaal, and she responded with a nice smile and nod, and then we finished our meal in silence, just exchanging glances; from me, at first about our conversation, and then wondering about what Martha was thinking, if her glances were still related to that or her thoughts had moved on to whatever we were going to do - as mine already had.

I said: "Takk for maten," and raised my glass, and she replied: "Vel bekomme," and we drank, finishing our beers. Then we cleared the table and blew out the candles and cleaned up the kitchen, both of us silent, like after our first dinner. And again it seemed like we were anticipating what would follow, but that it wasn't so clear just what that would be, and it occurred to me that I needed to shower and shave, but I didn't want to mention it too suggestively. 

Then I remembered my question about what kind of bathing suit Martha had, and asked her. She looked pleased that I had broken our silence with a change of subject, smiling as she answered: "Oh, I've a got a bikini, too; more ... a little less cloth than hers probably. I hope so. I mean, I hope hers is more modest." 

"It is, well, fairly modest. You know her figure, even a modest bikini suggests that she just doesn't want to flaunt it." 

Martha nodded with a grin and added: 

"And a one piece one, conservative enough, but I've grown since I got it. That was the summer after I had to start wearing bras, but it's jersey and stretches." 

"You can give me a fashion show," I suggested. 

Martha nodded with a chuckle as I realized that we had found away to get out of our clothes - her clothes, at least, and added: 

"While I shower." She nodded again, and that settled what we were going to do next and had managed to get my showering included.

As we went back to her room, I was wondering if we should take the other candelabra with us, but didn't want to suggest candlelight in her bedroom at that moment, and she let me go into the bathroom alone, turning to find her bathing suits as I started to take off my clothes, finding it a little strange to be there alone. 

"Which one first?" she called as I got into the tub and pulled the shower curtain across. 

"The older one," I replied, and then was quickly showering and peeing again. 

"Here, look," she said a minute or two later. I stuck my head outside the curtain and saw her standing in a one piece suit that did indeed look like it had been bought when she was a little younger, something like what girls on swimming teams wear. 

"Nice, something Mother would approve of." Martha smiled impishly and started to slip off the straps, but then turned and left, and I shaved under the shower. 

It seemed like it was taking her too long to change, but then she was back, saying: 

"Look again," and I did. This time she had on a bikini more like the one my Diotima had had: just triangles over her breasts and a low-cut bottom. 

"Even nicer," I commented: "... and you were right; less cloth than my sister's. Mother would not approve, at least not on my sister."

Martha nodded with a grin, and then I was finishing shaving as I heard her raise the lid of the toilet and then faintly heard her using it as I turned off the shower. After a moment, she handed me my towel past the curtain, and I started to dry myself as she flushed, wondering a little that we both seemed to have agreed to delay being nude together for as long as possible, but it couldn't be for much longer, and her using the toilet suggested that she could have taken off her bikini by then. It didn't seem likely that she would expect me to open the curtain with my towel wrapped around me.

But then she pulled the curtain open, standing in the nude and smiling at me as she said: 

"I couldn't let you have to be naked all by yourself, ... though it was tempting, ... to see what you would do," and she grinned. 

"Maybe put my clothes back on and go home," I suggested as I stepped out of the tub. 

"Oh, then I'm glad I did," she replied: "... but I liked that we didn't before, dinner, and waiting. That was nice; that you didn't suggest it. I would have, but it was nice that we enjoyed ourselves with clothes on." 

"I was thinking that, too, but then wondering what would happen, not wanting to say anything, myself." 

"Um-hmm," she agreed and took my towel from me and hung it up as she added: 

"And I still don't. "Well sort of, but not immediately. I turned off the lights and got the candles." "Um-hmm, I was thinking about them before, too," I replied, and then she took my hand and turned off the light in the bathroom, and we went into her candlelit bedroom.

Martha squeezed my hand and then slipped into her bed, moving over and holding up the covers, and I slipped in next to her, sliding my arm under her head. 

"Um-hmm," she agreed softly, and then my other hand found her breast. 

"Mmmm, ... um-hmm, I just want to lie here, next to you." 

I nodded and rolled onto my back, and she cuddled up closer to me again with another hum drawing her thigh up on mine as her hand slid down, and her fingers slipped around my balls, massaging them gently like she had done the night before. 

"I just love to hold you this way," she murmured, and her fingers moved familiarly. 

"Um-hmm, me too," I agreed and rubbed her back.

She nodded her head on my shoulder as she went on: 

"It's a lot better than just doing it the way it happened sometimes - not with you - more intimate, ... being able just to be like this: all naked and close," and her fingers moved: "... without feeling like we have to do it, ... without feeling like I have to do it, because that's all he wants."

"Um-hmm, real good, ... for me, too, ... 'more intimate'." 

Martha nodded again, and then was silent for a few moments as her fingers just moved gently on my balls, then murmured:

"I just love to feel you this way, ... to know I'm holding you." She chuckled softly: 

"Holding this part of you, ... what makes you a man," and she chuckled again as her fingers demonstrated what she meant. 

"And I just love to hold you in my mouth. That's so good, ... better than when someone just wants to do it, and I'm not ready for it yet, even though I want it, ... but not yet. But being able to do that, knowing it's so good for you. ... But you never are like that, just wanting to do it. ... Oh, that was wonderful, the first night, ... that you did it to me, ... and that I then wanted to, to just try it, still thinking we had to do it. It was so arousing - like I told you - and then so much more arousing when I realized that I wanted to really do it. ... Oh, I just love you for that!" Her thigh pressed down on mine as her fingers moved my balls.




Sandy Ch. 01



I nodded and held her closer, wondering if I should reply as I enjoyed her feeling my balls, but she seemed satisfied just with what she was doing, and maybe also a little pleasantly aroused, I thought when I felt her thigh twitch again. I replied softly: 

"Mmmm, yes, that was wonderful. It was so arousing when you said that you wanted to, arousing to know that you wanted to try it for the first time, and then almost unbearably good, anticipating, when you said you were going to, wanted to like it. That was just so good, knowing you wanted to really do it, that it was your first time, and that you wanted it to happen, wanted to let me do it, that I was going to be the one who let you enjoy it the first time. That was especially arousing. I just loved that."

"Um-hmm, like that," Martha murmured as her hips rocked up against me and her thigh slid down a little between mine and held me as she added: "Just like that," as her fingers continued to move my balls, and then she chuckled softly as said: 

"I remember: when I started, I was thinking to myself: and I had to come all the way to America to find out about this; and then, as I was telling you about it afterwards, that thought suddenly returned and I was thinking it had been worth it - having to forego having sex all winter to discover it and that I just loved it." 

Her thigh held mine tighter again, and I rubbed my hand on her side in response, enjoying hearing her telling about it so much that I was afraid anything I might say would somehow suggest we should stop just talking about it. I wanted her to suggest it first, since she had said before that she just wanted to lie there, and now said that I wasn't one of those who just wanted to do it.

She massaged my balls and then snickered softly and said: 

"I should have thought of that before. It was sort of unfair - if I felt that way - to talk about trying to make up for the missed times; that was enough ... and everything else, too." 

She snickered again as I chuckled with a nod and then replied: 

"But it was fun trying, and we agreed this morning that that wasn't our goal anymore." 

"Um-hmm," Martha agreed cheerful, and tilted her head back to look up at me as she nodded with a smile. I rubbed her cheek, and then she relaxed her neck again, her head slipping back to where it had been, and my hand unconsciously slid down to her breast, just resting on it.

Her fingers stilled, and we just lay there like that, really as intimate as we could be together, it occurred to me. Having sex together is very intimate, I thought, but being able to not have sex is even more so, somehow. "A greater meeting of the minds," occurred to me as an expression for it. And again, it seemed that anything I could say would only upset our special intimacy. Maybe we really didn't have to do it. My cock didn't seem to feel like we did, and her soft nipple - I could just feel where it was in my palm - seemed to suggest that she didn't either.

"But I want to," she murmured, apparently to whatever she had been thinking as her fingers moved again. 

"Want to what?" I asked softly. 

"This is just so good, being able to talk about it and not having to do it, just enjoying being like this, ... being able to be like this." 

"That's what I was just thinking," I agreed, liking her confirmation of my "a greater meeting of the minds." 

"But I want to," she repeated: "I want to just hold him, more intimate than just holding you like this," and her fingers moved again. She snorted softly and continued: 

"Oh, I know, if I do, something else will happen." 

We both suppressed a chuckle. She continued: 

"But in theory, I just want to hold him, and her hand slid up and found my cock as I had to snort at her "but in theory." 

"Nice and floppy," she murmured: "... can't you tell him to just stay that way?" 

"I doubt it," I answered: "... he has a mind of his own in his little head." 

Martha snickered softly as her fingers played with him, experimenting with his floppiness, and then she let go of him and flung back the covers so she could see him as her hand found him again, but after a few seconds, he wasn't floppy, just wobbly as her fingers held him and made him move. Martha snorted and agreed: 

"Yes, I guess so," as we both watched him wag back and forth. 

"But I still want to," she murmured as her fingers played at moving the loose skin around on him and moving up and down a little, and he wasn't wobbly any more, just moving with her hand.

"He would like that," I murmured: "... and I want to, too." 

"But not with him," Martha replied with a snicker: "... He's mine," and started to move her head down towards him. 

"He's all yours," I agreed: "... I want to have you, to kiss you. And if you want to hold him, I want to kiss you on your other soft, moist mouth, just kiss you, if you want to just hold him." 

"Um-hmm," Martha agreed: "... I would like that, too," and she slid further down and gave him a kiss and then turned around on the bed as I slid myself down it. 

Martha raised her thigh, exposing her pussy in the light from the candles as her hand found my cock again, but waiting for me to rest my head on her other thigh and draw her hips to me with both hands and draw my thigh up under her head before she let him slip between her lips. And then I found her other soft lips, kissing them and tasting that she was already as aroused as my cock was, hoping it was also letting her taste that it was aroused, the slippery, salty taste that she had liked the first time, that had helped her want to taste more.

Then we were trying to just enjoy it with our mouths: she just holding me as I gently kissed her, just nibbling with my lips and sucking as I held her firm ass with both hands. It was so intimate, like she had said she wanted, as intimate as we could be - "a greater meeting of the minds" - both of us just wanting to enjoy being as physically close as possible, enjoying the sexual arousal that each of us felt and knew that the other was feeling: my stiff cock in her mouth and her moist pussy on my lips.

Doing this with my Diotima, and with Pam and Sukie, and with my tutee - and my sister - had always been good, but this was different. "A greater meeting of the minds?" A strange way to describe pure physical - sexual - intimacy. But if we both understood that we weren't seeking sexual satisfaction - and being this close to doing it - it must be a great common understanding - a meeting of the minds. And when we wanted to do it, then that would be, too. Oh, I just loved Martha!

And she just loved to nurse on my cock, just keeping it aroused as she sucked, and her tongue gently moved, the rough surface of it rubbing on its head. It was so loving and intimate, much more so than just fucking - especially like that had been in the winter. Oh, that was always good - more or less - but doing this, a girl's wanting to do this, was so much more intimate and loving. Or maybe not? I loved to do it to every girl, just loved to do it for my own enjoyment - hoping, of course, that it was good and special for her. What did Martha think about it? At least with me - but she didn't yet know how it would be with anyone else - she had said that she loved to do, loved that I let her do it, so that she could let it be so good for me. Oh, probably it was like that with - for - everyone who liked to do it.

But still, this was special - Martha was special - both of us wanting to do it like this, to enjoy the shared intimacy of being like this, keeping each other aroused without feeling as though we had to ... 

But we loved that, too; Martha loved to have me come in her mouth, loved to taste it and know that it had been so good for me, like I loved to taste her sweet love juice and know I had made it so good for her. Was she waiting for me to suggest it after having said that she just wanted to hold him, but knowing that we eventually would?

My tongue slipped between my lips, and then between hers - all slippery! She nodded and sucked with an "uhn-hnn", sucking him deeper in her mouth, making him surge, and responding with another "uhn-hnn," and then with a moan deep in her throat as my tongue found her aroused clitoris and her pelvis moved. Oh yes, we wanted to now! Each of us wanted the other to enjoy it as much as possible now, and our mouths wanted to enjoy doing it! It was so good to lick her aroused pussy, tasting it and finding her aroused hole, plunging my tongue into it as I felt her suck my cock deeper in her mouth. Was she thinking that she was complementing what I was doing? I was fucking her with my tongue while she was fucking him with her mouth, each of us trying to do with our mouth what our sex organs want to do with each other. But we both just loved to do it this way. Oh, we loved to fuck, but it was so good to do it with our mouths, to taste each other, and to know that we both loved to do it this way and to experience it this way!

It felt so good, what she was doing with her mouth, and her gently rocking pelvis suggested that what I was doing felt just as good for her. I hoped so as I clutched the cheeks of her ass, like she was holding mine, neither of us making a move to touch excite each other with our fingers. Yes, we wanted to try to just enjoy this as long as we could, and I tried to control myself despite the wonderful way she was arousing my cock, making me want to thrust it deeper into her mouth, but I resisted, just letting him surge - not able to keep him from surging as I nibbled on her aroused clitoris. But I wasn't going to be able to resist much longer! And Martha seemed to recognize that I was about to come, and wanted me to, wanted to arouse me more, her fingers slipping in to find my asshole. 

"Um-hmmmm!" I hummed with my nose buried in her cunt and found hers. Yes, now we just had to come! My cock surged as my asshole moved under her fingers, and then I had to let him moved, and her hand and finger encouraged me as she held him firmly to the roof of her mouth with her tongue and sucked, letting him fuck her slowly. But then I couldn't resist the reflex to let my hips jerk quickly. "Uhnn!" Martha acknowledged, then moaned as he came - pleased, aroused moans each time he spurted. Oh yes, she loved it, to do it and to make me come, to let me give her "all that white stuff;" "the proof of my pleasure!" 

And it aroused her, her pelvis jerking up against my mouth, wanting me to make her come now as she just held him, now moaning in response to what I was doing, moaning each time her hips moved her engorged clitoris as I sucked and licked it and felt her asshole contract, and then relax and let me probe in it, probe deeper after each contraction, her finger still in mine, encouraging me. She wanted to feel it like that, like I was, both of them moving in us. Oh yes, she liked that, my finger moving in her clutching asshole, clutching like her aroused cunt as she gasped and moaned as her thighs quivered and clasped my head. And then she almost bit me as she spurted the first time. "Uhnnn!" I responded as her sweet love juice bathed my face, and then again - so much, being so good for her! Her thighs quivering as she came again as she gasped around my cock, and I was almost as aroused, my hips moving it in her half-opened mouth.

When she drew her head back, I already anticipated her aroused demand. 

"Fuck!" she gasped, raising her thigh as she rolled on her back. My hand swept under the pillow and found a rubber, and I raised myself up on my knees as I tore open the foil, and then had it on as I got between her open thighs and dropped down over her as my hand guided my cock into her wet cunt.

"Uhnnn!" she gasped as it went into her, and her thighs held me as I supported myself on my elbows and held her head, and then we did. She offered me her finger and turned her head to the hand that had been on her asshole, both of us sucking on the other's finger, wanting to in our aroused raunchiness as we fucked, she sucking and licking my finger as she had my cock while I sucked and licked hers, and then we kissed, as though to confirm that we had wanted to do that, our mouths wide open as our tongues sought each other. And then she was just gasping and moaning again as we fucked, she rocking her hips up to meet my thrusts, and her cunt clutching my cock as it went deep in it, and then she started to come again, gasping out: "Fuck! ... Fuck! ... Fuck!" And I did, coming again as she spurted, my hips smacking up against her ass as her drawn up thighs quivered and clutched my waist, fucking her until she gave a final gasp and relaxed.

I dropped down on her, heavy on her as our stomachs heaved, and her thighs slipped down. And then our breathing slowly returned to normal, at first, both of us inhaling at the same time, and then I held my breath for a moment so that we were alternating, hers and then my stomach expanding.

After exchanging several breaths like that way, Martha murmured: 

"God, that was good. ... I just had to do that too. Hmm! Fuck, but I was thinking of the other. We are that raunchy when we're making love." 

I nodded and agreed: 

"Me too. I wanted to," and snickered: "... but I don't think I will tell anyone who hasn't done it with me." 

Her stomach moved under mine as she snorted and agreed: 

"No, I guess not. Me neither."

Then I rolled off her, and she immediately found my cock in the rubber and slipped it off.

She smirked at me and said: 

"If we want to do that, ... at least when we're so fucking aroused, ... I have no problem admitting what I want to do now," and with another smirk she squeezed the contents from the rubber into her mouth. 

"The final act," I murmured unconsciously, recalling my sister, but then worried that I would have to explain to Martha why I had said it. But she just smiled and nodded as she agreed: 

"Yes, I guess so," and then snickered and added: 

"After this, there really isn't anything else we can do. 'The final act', that's good." 

I nodded with a smile, thankful that it had not occurred to her that I had been quoting my sister, but feeling a little bad about borrowing her line.

"Let's go sleep in my bed," I suggested. Martha felt the wet spot where she had come twice and nodded with a smirk and agreed: 

"That's a good idea," and then smirked again and suggested: 

"We can come back here, if we want to do it again in the morning." I snorted with a smirk of my own and asked: 

"Wasn't that enough?" She grinned and replied: 

"It sure was, thank you, but from experience ..." 

"Um-hmm, ... I hope so," and she snickered with a nod.

We got up and went to the bathroom, using the toilet and disposing of the rubber, and then went back and blew out the candles and in the dark found our way to my bed.

It was nice, joining her in a fresh bed, and then with my hand on her breast, after saying good night, we fell asleep.

I rolled over at sometime, a little aware of the narrower bed in my half sleep as I moved back from the edge, feeling Martha's ass and back against mine, nice and comfortable to know she was there, and then I fell asleep again. Then I was mildly stirred when she turned over sometime, but then was sleeping again.

When I woke up, at first aware of Martha behind me and then opening my eyes, a little surprised to me in my own room in the early light, but then remembering that we had come there after making love in her bed. I took a deep breath at that thought; we sure did that good, then thinking: it must be nice to be married; waking up every morning like that. And then I remembered that it was Saturday, that we didn't have to get up early, but that it was also our last day together, but also the whole day together and still one more night. But if a couple of days earlier I had sort of assumed that we would want to be trying to make up for all her lost times, I thought, now that didn't seem so important; no, that had been so nice the night before; the discovery that it was more intimate not to do it. ... Well, we had, but even better then - "a greater meeting of the minds." I took another deep breath and sighed at this somehow reassuring thought.

That must have stirred Martha; her hand slid over my side and down and held my breast.

When I held it with mine, she drew her thighs up behind mine and then said: 

"Oh, it's you. Good morning," and then snorted as though she were a little surprised, adding: 

"I was dreaming. ... "I don't know if I should tell you." 

I just squeezed her hand in response, wondering what she could have been dreaming about this time: another man, or her brother? But she wouldn't hesitate to tell me about a dream about her brother, I thought, nor probably about another man.

Martha snorted again, and when I squeezed her hand again, she held my breast. Then I felt her take a deep breath, her stomach pressing against my back, and then after still another snort she said: 

"I was dreaming about next week, ... at least it was at the beach, and your sister was there. Funny, I know it must have been your house, but - as I remember it - it was the summer house of our friends on the south coast - on ... well, near a beach. I don't know what your place is like, but it was on the beach, and your sister was there, so it must have been about next week, ... the dream."

Um-hmm," I agreed, not wanting to intrude further on what she was saying. Martha snorted again and then continued: 

"I was naked, ... again," and she snorted again and asked: 

"Do you think your sister would mind if I sunbathe nude?" 

"I doubt it. No, I'm sure she wouldn't. She wanted to." 

Martha snorted again and then went on: 

"Well, I guess that says most of it: we were nude, ... both of us, ... and, ... well ... you know what we talked about." 

I nodded, wondering at first, but then remembering her saying that she wondered what it was like for me to do it to her - after she had said that I would like it, what she did. She continued:

"We didn't, but somehow that was what the dream seemed to be about."

She rubbed her hand up and down on me and added: 

"And my only real thought was about how I was going to tell you. ... Funny."

Um-hmm," I responded, more as a snort than in reply, and then did: 

"Well, I guess with your dream, you sort of did." 

Martha chuckled and nodded, and then after moment, she snickered and asked: 

"And that makes it all right?" 

I had to snort and chuckled before I agreed: 

"If you want it to, ... if you want to. ... At least you don't have to worry about having to tell me ... now, ... if that was what the dream was about." 

Martha snorted softly again, nodding against my back again, and agreed: 

"I guess not. And I guess I must have been thinking about it .... I must have been, ... I was, if it was in the dream." 

"Yes," I agreed, squeezing her hand again. 

"Yes," she responded: "... if you don't mind?"

"If you want to, why not? If you're curious; she is probably just as curious." 

"Um-hmm," Martha agreed softly, after a moment adding softly: "I am."

Her hand slid down from my breast, past my navel, and then found my hair, her fingers gently playing in it for a moment, and then slipping down and gathering up my balls, pulling my soft skin up until they could hold them both and then massaging them gently. 

"You'd like it," I replied: "... I do, ... and those other girls did." 

Martha snorted slightly as her fingers continued to move - they were good at that - and then chuckled and said: 

"I think you want me to. ... That's funny, being like this, and you telling me I'd like doing it with a girl," then she snickered at what she had said, maybe a little nervously at having said it.

"I guess so," I agreed with a snort: "... but why not ...?" 





Sandy Ch. 01



"Um-hmm," she agreed softly and then after a moment added: 

"I think I would, too, ... like it, ... but ...? And those girls told you, after sleeping with you again, ... and were going to do it again ...?" 

Her fingers were still as she waited for my answer: 

"Yes, couple at least. 'The best of both worlds' they said." 

Martha snorted sharply and replied: 

"I guess so, ... if you find out you like it, ..." and she snickered again, and her fingers resumed their massaging as she added: "both ways." 

"Um-hmm," I agreed, wondering if she and my sister would and thinking that it seemed easier for girls to find out, somehow less of a hangup about homosexuality, at least for the ones I knew. From the way they had told me, they just did it - let it happen - when the situation arose. For myself, I knew I would like to do it - like the girls - enjoy doing it with my mouth, per se, but I had a big hangup about the homosexuality, a much bigger one, apparently, than about breaking the taboo of doing it with my sister, and snorted.

"Would you do it?" Martha asked. I snorted again at her having read my thoughts and told them to her as it occurred to me that my sister had been right: it was easier to discuss some things in the dark or in a position of not having to look at one another. 

"But I can't imagine how the situation could arise, that I would want it to, that would ... get around that, my hangup."

"Um-hmm," Martha murmured understandingly and agreed: 

"Yes, I guess maybe it could be easier with girls; we are ..., can touch each other, embrace, without anyone thinking anything about it, so ..., yes, I guess ... it could be easier for the situation to arise." "And girls can be more direct - tactfully, subtly, empathetically - about suggesting what they want, like your 'I'll be in my room' Sunday night." 

Martha snorted and massaged my balls and then replied: 

"Maybe. I was a little surprised at myself, ... that I just said it, like that, without really thinking about what I was saying." 

"It was just right," I answered and started to move so that I could lie on my back, and then put my arm under her head as I continued: 

"It settled everything, without saying anything but the obvious: that you wanted to and where. Of course, I was wondering, but I didn't know what to say."

She squeezed me gently as she looked up at me and nodded with a smile and agreed: 

"Yes, I guess so. Oh, I wanted to, all right, at least, to continue kissing, and was worried that maybe we wouldn't after I went to the bathroom, not seeing us just go back in the living room again. It just came out, before I realized what I was suggesting." 

She smiled again with a snort as I nodded and repeated: 

"And it was just right." 

"And I've got to go again," she remarked and let go of me and pulled herself half up on top of me, and then up a little higher on me and gave me a kiss, and then asked with a smirk: 

"Want me to say it again?" 

"If you want to," I replied as she rubbed my cheek, making me think that she could be suggesting that I shave first. As she started to get up, climbing over me, I asked. 

"Let's go first," she replied: "and shower. You have to anyway, and then we'll see what happens."

I nodded and got up and followed her back to her bathroom, wondering a little: her reply hadn't sounded like "she wanted to say it again." But that was all right; we had all day, and besides - as she had said before - it was nice that we didn't just have to.

Then we were in the bathtub, "going", but just snickering as we peed on each other's legs, neither having suggested we do more, and then we showered - washing each other thoroughly but not arousingly. Martha stayed in the tub, watching me shave. 

"You're sweet," she said with a smile and then a snort: 

"... I would have said it if you had asked, but I like better that you didn't. It's nice to feel that we don't ..., to feel that neither of us wants to insist that we do." 

I nodded as I started to shave my other cheek, agreeing with an "um-hmm" and a smile. She smiled back and then snorted again and went on: 

"Oh, I wanted to, every time ... and want to again, but it's special, knowing we can, but don't have to," and she snorted again before adding: 

"... of course, at home, we always wanted to, had to, when we had the chance, felt like we had to when we did." 

I chuckled and nodded with a smile and agreed: 

"Like me, last winter." Martha nodded and chuckled, too, and agreed: 

"Yes, I guess. It was never like this, with all the time in the world, ... real good ... and better and more than I knew. God, I'm glad I came to New York. I could have gone to a family with small children in Connecticut, and people warned me about the 'big city' ..." 

"A nice young father...," I interjected. 

Martha grinned as she shook her head and replied: "I doubt it, and ... and even if he had been, it wouldn't have been good ..., and certainly not as good as 'the young gentleman' my mother warned me about." 

"Thanks," I replied with a snort and smiled at her.

Then I was finished shaving, rinsing my face under the shower, and then we started to dry ourselves. Martha snickered and remarked: 

"I never thought it would be like this, not doing it when we had the chance and I was with someone I liked and had done it with. Well, after getting married, probably. I don't guess married couples do it every night and morning." 

"Me neither," I agreed, but then remembered my tutee and admitted: 

"Oh, once it happened. We were supposed to be watching a two day gymnastic competition, but spent all the first day in bed, planning to do the same the second day - like we had once before - but then we agreed that trying to repeat that might be a let-down, a little too forced, and went to the competition." 

Martha smirked as I continued: "And we thought it was better afterwards that we had - like us - that it was nice that we didn't have to, that we enjoyed ourselves anyway, ..." Martha nodded. "... and it was going to be a lot easier at home for each of us that evening, since the competition was on TV and we would have had to know what happened." 

Martha nodded again with a smile and said: 

"Yes, I guess so. That's what so good here, ... with us, no problems like that. Even though no one asked at home, it was always still a little embarrassing, thinking that they might be wondering and have their own thoughts about it." 

I nodded, wondering what my parents' thoughts were; they had certainly had some late misgivings about leaving Martha and me alone together - justifiably so. 

Martha continued: 

"Oh, I guess it will be like that tomorrow - your family - but just once for a whole week." 

I nodded again with a wry smile as I hung up my towel and agreed: 

"For me, for sure. I was just wondering what they are thinking, ... like you said." 

She nodded as she hung up her towel and replied: 

"Maybe something about liberal Scandinavian girls." 

"Maybe," I agreed as we left the bathroom, adding: "... good thing you didn't give them any reason to think about that all winter." 

"Very," she agreed with a smile and glance at me, and then it seemed that we were going to the kitchen.

Then we had breakfast, and I was continually wondering if we were going to make love again before we went out, but we were just discussing what we wanted to do - "Something to write home about" - museums, Staten Island, ...? Then I remembered that there was boat tour around Manhatten for tourists, and we agreed that that was a fine idea: easy, informative for her and maybe for me, and no problem with the weather, that didn't look so promising. And I thought that it was good because it allowed us to be together without fear that I could meet someone who knew me.

I called and found out where to board the boat and that one left on the hour, and then we cleaned up the kitchen and got dressed, each in our own room, both smiling a little sheepishly when we met again.

She was wearing a skirt and blouse and had put on lipstick, which looked a little strange, not just because I was accustomed to seeing her without, naked, so to speak, making me suddenly wonder if we had spent more time together naked than with clothes on - definitely, six nights, not even counting the time sleeping! But I recognized that all the girls in New York used make-up, eye-shadow, whatever, and Martha only had lipstick.

She snorted softly and smiled again and asked: 

"Why didn't we ... this morning?" 

"I don't know. I was wondering, myself. No one suggested it. ... Maybe we wanted to prove that ... we're not just bunnies." 

Martha laughed and said: 

"I don't think so. At least, I hadn't thought of that, but that's a nice answer." She lowered her voice - she had a nice warm alto voice - and added: 

"And I think so, too, that we're not just bunnies." 

I nodded in agreement, appreciating that we both felt the same way, but then she surprised me with a grin and a brighter tone, saying: 

"But it sure is fun being one, ... the week before midsummer night." 

I laughed and agreed to that, too, and she laughed with me.

And then we were about to leave, but I suggested that I go ahead by myself and wait for her a few blocks down the avenue. She agreed, and I took the elevator down and headed down the avenue, wondering how long she would wait before following me. I walked purposefully for a couple of blocks and then slowed down, window shopping to wait, crossing over and doing the same, always glancing back to see if she was in sight.

Finally I saw, wondering that she had waited so long. She saw me and waved, and then I had the pleasure of watching her athletic walk, suddenly recognizing that it was similar to the way girl gymnasts strode on the mat before their run and flip, but they didn't have a dress on, but Martha's strong thighs moved visibly beneath hers, nicely, somehow a little sexy. Not just in my eyes, I thought, when I saw one and then another man notice her as she passed them.



Sandy Ch. 01



If you're looking for a story with lots of sex -- this ain't it. This is about an exploration of relationships.

What sex there is, is in later chapters.

Sandy

Sometimes change comes into our life so quietly, subtlety, that it's only later we see the pattern.

That's what happened to me a few years ago.

Chapter one

I met her in a fish store. No, not the eatable kind; a tropical fish store. She was an employee. I think the only one, really. Her name was Sandy and just about the first thing you noticed was her eyes; they had a smoky gray color that seemed a mile deep. You always had the feeling when talking to her that she was paying complete attention to you. I noticed she gave the same attention to everyone she served, and yet knew when others needed help.

It was several visits before I looked beyond her eyes; a woman in her mid - twenties, maybe five foot six. Her hair a short cut, tousled brunette that lay close over her ears and framing her face. The face was round, but not full, with prominent cheek bones, a small nose and shapely lips. Her voice was soft yet clear, and she spoke in an almost shy manner.

I couldn't tell about her weight as she always wore very loose and very long sweaters over jeans, but her hands and wrists were small and delicate.

I'm Mark. Mark Hoffman. Married, forty two, five foot eight and one hundred eighty pounds. At the time my day job was Distribution Dispatcher for our local electric company. It's a high pressure job with little room for error. Consequently when I'm home I needed a hobby that took my mind away from work, so I grew and bred tropical fish.

The first time I met Sandy I was in the shop trying to sell some of my fish. I had an abundance of Australian Rainbows and was willing to make the shop owner a good price.

While we waited for the owner, Grace Samuelson, Sandy and I talked. She'd never seen these fish before, and was taken with their bright colors and flowing shapes, and after Grace bought what I had, I took time to teach both how to tell males from females; customers were happier if they had a mix.

Anyway, I was in and out of Grace's shop periodically, and every time I had pleasant conversations with Sandy. She seemed well versed in fish; you'd expect that, but she also seemed well up on current affairs, asking my opinion on events. Occasionally I'd hit the shop as she was taking a break, so I'd sit and talk with her. She had an interest in local politics; following city affairs closely, and an intense interest in global warming.

When we talked, her eyes seldom left my face, and I'd get engulfed in her eyes; sometimes even losing track of our subject. This had a tendency to shake me as I was happily married and not looking to cheat.

After my third visit to Grace's shop, I mentioned Sandy to my wife. Not because I felt guilty or anything, we talked often of others we had met and invited some to our home. Many became good friends.

"What do you know about her?"

"Only what I've told you. She seems very nice, but there's an underlying shyness that keeps a ... I don't want to call it a wall ... but a distance, between us. And yet she seems to want to be friends also."

"So, she's just your usual conflicted woman."

"I guess."

"Well, let's have her over when she's off; I'd like to meet this mystery woman."

Karen was my age and just naturally had almost the same figure as when I met her twenty years before; and that's in spite of two kids. Her blonde hair swept down and over her shoulders in natural waves. Wire framed glasses and green eyes gave her a bit of a hippy look, and her choice of flowing skirts and peasant blouses highlighted her figure. She seldom wore bras, letting her b-cup breasts stand proud.

*****

It took two weeks before everything fell together and we could have Sandy over on a Monday. The weather was nice and we had a barbecue on the patio. Sandy arrived just after eleven to be greeted by a warm hug from Karen. "Mark's been telling me about you. And I've been wanting to meet you. Would you like something to drink? Come sit with me, we can talk while we stick him with the cooking."

They sat off to the side talking quietly; the kids running around the yard chasing each other, whooping and hollering.

After we ate I took Sandy on a tour of my garage. Well, actually, it's where I kept the breeding fish. Cichlids down one side, Australians across the back, and several other species I was experimenting with, up the other side. In the house I kept a pair of Oscars in one tank and a couple of Black Arowanas in another.

We talked fish for a while; she'd never seen a breeding setup before and was fascinated by the care I took in getting conditions right. It was more than just professional interest; she really was interested in the process, and the need to maintain just the right light and water qualities for breeding.

I didn't tell her the culls went in the house.

*****

Karen and I sat on the patio that evening, discussing the day; "She seems very nice. I see what you mean about shyness. She is friendly, but always keeps part of herself back. And that sweater? She must really have an issue with her body image."

"But did you pick up what I meant about her focusing on whoever she's talking with?"

"Well ... yes and no."

"What?"

"We'd talk, and everything was fine, then you would do something .... And her eyes would follow you for a bit ... then she'd come back to me. But it took her a moment to pick back up on our convo."

"Hum, well I guess she's just more comfortable with me right now. Aside from that, what did you think of her? Invite her back again or just keep the friendship at the shop?"

"Noo, I like her. She has something about her that appeals to me. I hear loneliness in her. Not blatant, but it's there. And she's smart. Really smart. She's been to college; you can hear it in her choice of words, her phrasings. I want to know more about her." As an instructor in English Literature at our Junior College, she had an ear for such things.

*****

Sandy began coming over a few times a month, and by the time summer came around, she was quite comfortable around us coming over every week; whether I was there or not. We would chat about the day's news, or the weather, and then drift into something philosophical. Next thing we'd be playing word games or just laughing at something silly. Over time we learned she had been to college; Stanford, graduated in the upper third of her class with a degree in literature. She'd gone to work at an ad agency; writing copy, and realized she hated it. She'd tried several other lines of work, even the old standby -- Barista. She said she wasn't happy until she started with Mrs. Samuelson; lots of responsibility and lots of freedom and the variety of customers kept her interested. I suspect it also coincided with her interest in climate change and what was happening in the world.

The kids were used to her, greeting her by name and hanging with her on occasion. She talked with them as if they were her equals, and they responded pretty well for a twelve year old boy and a ten year old girl; in other words, everything was fun and funny. But when chatting with her, they often rose above their usual levels. Mark Jr. (we called him MJ) was normally more interested in sports than school work but was fascinated when she talked about the natural world. Our daughter, Katie, wanted to talk literature; she reads well above her grade level thanks to Karen's efforts.

Karen didn't have classes planned for the month of July, and wanted me to take as much time off as allowed (I could never plan off days in the winter) because she had use of a lake side cabin; courtesy of a fellow instructor. "Just think, nothing to do for a couple weeks, everybody running around in the sun, swimming whenever we feel like. Larry say's its very private so if we want to go naked, no one would know. Wouldn't you like to see me walking around with everything on display?"

"Hah! You just want to get me naked. I'm wise to you woman. But, ah, what do we do about the fish? I can put their breeding on hold; it's just a matter of slowing down their feeding. But who's going to keep the tanks clean, and feed them?"

"How about Sandy? She knows fish."

"Okay, we'll broach it the next time she comes over."

*****

Sitting on the patio watching the kids running around as the sun slowly set, we were quietly talking with Sandy and sipping drinks. "Look at them, if they had ten acres; it wouldn't be enough. How do you keep up with them Karen?"

"I don't," she said with a laugh, "I just lasso them as they come running by. But we're going to be up at the lake in July, and then they can run themselves ragged."

"Lake?"

"Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't tell you. I don't have classes in July, and Mark has arranged three weeks off after the Fourth. By the time we get back, I plan on a deep tan and no lines."

"Wow! That sounds so great. I wish I could get away, but I can't afford to go anywhere. "

I sat there, feeling like a heel that I wanted her watching the fish while we played. Glancing over at Karen, she had the same look on her face. I signaled Karen to come into the house with me. "I can't ask her to watch the fish while we're gone. I'd feel guilty the whole time up there."

"I know," she sighed, "... How do you feel about her coming up with us?"

"I thought you wanted us running naked?"

"I do. I'm having a thought ... can we talk about it tonight?"

Well, we asked Sandy to join us. The happy squeal and absolute joy on her face answered us. She had to talk to Mrs. Samuelson, but was sure she could get some time off, she just didn't know how much. "When are you going up? What do I need to bring? How long will you be there? I don't have a sleeping bag - will I need one?"

She had a dozen more questions, but truthfully, I blanked after the first few. Karen, however, was smiling and happily answering every one of them. As she left that night, she hugged Karen thanking her for the invitation. Then she turned to me and for the first time, pressed against me, and breathlessly said how much she looked forward to this. I was a bit surprised when my arm circled her waist; she was slim! That sweater went in quite a ways, and she felt toned under there.

*****

After she left, I sat stunned in my chair; that was the first time Sandy had given me more than a perfunctory hug. My mind felt scrambled; not only did I have Sandy coming to the lake, but I had to find a caretaker for the fish. Those thoughts and more jumped through my mind. I didn't even remember Karen's comment about us still running naked.

"Thoughts?"

"Oh, hi. What just happened there? One minute just us and the kids are going to the lake, and now Sandy is coming."

"Um, yes. I couldn't not invite her; not after the look on her face when she heard we were going to be gone for several weeks. Honey, I sometimes think we're her only friends. Well, anyway, I think having her with us will be fun."

The kids were happy when we told them Sandy was going to be at the lake, Katie especially; they had established a tight bond.

*****

The next couple weeks passed quickly with everyone making sure we had everything. I saw Sandy only once, and that was just in passing as I went to work. But she and Karen seemed to be talking every day, and every evening Karen was all smiles filling me in with progress reports. Just watching Karen, it was obvious this break was badly needed. When we talked about it I heard of the strains she had been under the previous school term; several instructors had quit and she had to take on more classes. I asked why she hadn't told me all that earlier. "You were snowed under with problems from work. Every time I thought to talk about my concerns, you had another crisis. Compared with what you were dealing with, my work load problems seemed trivial."

"Well, I have the rest of July off. If I don't see a power line in all that time, I'll be happy."

******* 



Sandy Ch. 02



That night I left Sandy, after giving her $300.00. I had actually tried to give her more but she wouldn't take it. "You have made this one of the most beautiful experiences I've ever had. I feel guilty taking any money from you, but I do really need it."

"Don't be silly," I said. "Take the extra money."

"Rob, I want to see you again and again. I don't want to send you broke and never see you again."

"Sweetheart you don't have to worry. I'd rob a bank if necessary to be with you again."

"Well, that had better not be necessary," she laughed and then added, with a longing look in her eyes, "You will see me again, won't you?"

I leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the lips, "Try and stop me!"

*

So there I was, driving home in my car thinking to myself as I drove "how could this have been so good and why was I feeling like this. After all, it was a paid for fuck!"

But it didn't matter how I reasoned it. I was stoked on this woman!

The next day I had to drive to Muswellbrook, about a four hour drive into the country. I hate having to work Saturdays, but business is business. Anyway it is a lovely drive and Muswellbrook is a pretty town, situated in the Hunter Valley, one of the premium wine producing areas of New South Wales. Having left home very early, I was just pulling into the car park of the shopping centre I was to look at, at about 9am, and my mobile phone rang.

It was her!

"Rob, I'm sorry if I'm interrupting anything important, but I just had to ring and tell you how much I enjoyed last night and how much it meant to me."

I was gobsmacked! Then I remembered her financial position. 

"Hang up and I'll call you back," I said.

"What? Oh thank you," she replied, and hung up.

I called her straight back.

"This is an entirely unexpected pleasure," I said when she answered; "You were the last person I expected to hear from."

"Why?" she asked.

"Well, putting this as delicately as I can, it was a financial arrangement when it's all said and done."

I heard a sharp intake of breath and what sounded like a stifled sob. 

"Oh, you think I'm just a cheap slut! A whore! Well I'm sorry I bothered you!"

"Hey, whoa! Stop! That's not what I think at all. I'm flattered that you would want to contact me. In fact I'm over the moon. I just didn't think that you would."

"And why not?" she asked. Then she answered her own question. "It's because of the paying thing, isn't it?"

"Well, I guess so. Look let's just forget this part of the conversation took place and start again. I'm flattered you rang and I want to see you again. So when can I?"

"I'm sorry Rob. I wasn't thinking clearly when I rang. I should have remembered about the paying arrangement. It's just that I had such a wonderful time last night and I wanted to tell you. I haven't enjoyed sex, like last night, since I can't remember when. And I wanted to be sure I'd see you again."

"Sandy, rest assured you'll see me again. As soon as you like. How about tonight, I'll be back in Sydney by six."

"Why, where are you?" she asked.

"I'm in Muswellbrook, had to come up here to look at a shopping centre."

"Oh bugger," she said.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

"The kids are going out with my girlfriend and her kids and I thought you might come over and make love to me again. We did make love, didn't we Rob?" she almost pleaded.

"Yes honey, we did make love and I would give anything to be there and do it again. But this is work and I had to be here."

"I wouldn't want more money Rob. I just wanted to see you again. Is that silly?"

"No sillier than how I felt when I left you last night. Look, can you get someone to look after the kids tonight? If you can, how about I take you out for dinner and we'll discuss everything."

"I can't promise, but I'll try. I might prevail on David's (her ex-husband) parents. They love having the kids and understand I have a life. I'll ring you later and confirm. OK?"

"Sure," I said "but just let it ring two or three times and hang up, I'll ring you back."

I heard the little intake of breath, like a stifled sob. "Thank you for being so thoughtful." 

"It's OK hon. I'll talk to you soon, I hope."

*

I knocked on her door that evening, as arranged, at 6.30.

If she was breathtaking the night before, she was radiantly beautiful now!

Once more I was gobsmacked!

"You look devastating!"

"Why thank you kind sir. You look pretty swish yourself," she smiled.

I had gone to the effort. Shirt and tie, smart jacket and slacks, but she was amazing.

She was wearing a simple suit. The skirt was about mid thigh, showing those fantastic legs. The jacket, undone enough to reveal a lacy semi transparent top, fitted around her waste, accentuating her beautiful figure.

"That suit is perfect for you," I exclaimed.

"I'm glad you think so," she said dryly, "it's my fourteen year old daughters. I don't have any really nice clothes to wear, so I borrowed Kim's."

"Well, I'd hate to think Kim would look as good as you do, in that suit. Anyway I've got a surprise for you. We're going to Star City (Sydney's only casino) to see the Rocky Horror Show."

She threw her arms around my neck and hugged me. Then she pulled her head back, looked at me and planted her mouth firmly on mine, her tongue snaking its way into my mouth. I responded likewise and we engaged on a passionate exchange on her doorstep.

After what seemed like an eternity, we broke apart. "Unless you want me to pull you inside and fuck your brains out, we'd better stop this," she grinned.

I grinned back. "Honey I've got a cabbie mate of mine picking us up any minute so we don't have the time."

With that there was the sound of a horn blowing and Steve was in the driveway.

Forty five minutes later I was holding the door open as Sandy alighted from the cab. Her short skirt slid higher and I was sure I got a glimpse of bare pusssy. As I paid Steve he apologised for not being able to take us home due to a prior booking and whispered, "Shit, she's hot mate. You lucky bastard!"

*

The show was great. A remake of the old sixties hit show. Our seats were at a table right at the front and I'd organised a couple of bottles of champagne. During the course of the evening Sandy kept squeezing my thigh and occasionally brushing her hand across my now semi-permanent hard-on. In the darkness of our table I let my hand drop onto her thigh and slowly trailed it up under her short skirt. I touched bare flesh and she shuddered slightly.

I was right! No panties!

She turned towards me, smiled and gave my member a good hard squeeze. "I can't wait to get that inside me," she whispered.

I nearly blew my load then and there!

As we filed out of the theatre I asked her if she'd like a coffee or something to eat.

Her hand in mine she just looked at me and said "I just want to get you home and screw you 'til the sun comes up!"

I had no sooner given the taxi driver our destination and she was kissing me passionately, her tongue intertwining with mine, her hands grabbing at my cock through my pants as we groped at each other. I let my hands wander all over her body, my left hand feeling her breasts, squeezing her hardened nipples. My right hand trailing up under her short skirt to her naked pussy. She was sopping wet! It must have been soaking into her skirt she was so wet!

She broke our kissing. Pushed my hand away from her cunt. Unzipped my fly and extricated my raging hard-on from my trousers. She bent down and started sucking, taking all of my cock down her throat then pulling up to the head and back down again, her hand working up and down my shaft

I looked up at the rear vision mirror to see the cab driver adjusting it to get a better view of the action. 

I didn't care. I was in heaven!

We came to the toll booth on the motorway. The driver stopped to pay the toll. 

Sandy just kept on stroking and sucking! 

I don't know who was the most amazed. Me, the cab driver or the toll collector!

As we neared the end of the motorway I could feel my orgasm building. The driver wanted directions and I was about to blow!

"Right onto Windsor road," I croaked as I erupted down Sandy's throat. My orgasm was exquisite. The pleasure I felt as my hips bucked against her willing mouth was excruciatingly beautiful. The cum spewed out of my cock in what seemed to be an endless torrent, but probably wasn't any more than a spoonful. My cock seemed to be lodged in her throat as she swallowed every last drop and sucked me 'til there wasn't a skerrick left.

She lifted her face out of my lap, zipped me back up, smiled and said, "I've never done that before but I've often fantasized about it. Fuck, it's made me horny. And wet. You'd better be ready to fuck me senseless when we get to my place!" 

I thought the cab driver was going to have apoplexy!

*

As soon as we were inside the front door Sandy started tearing at my clothes. I pushed her away, up against the hallway wall and dropped to my knees. With one hand against her torso I quickly pushed her skirt up around her waist baring her beautiful shaved cunt. Without hesitating I clamped my mouth hard down on her mound, lapping at her wetness, my teeth nibbling at her clit. Her hands grasped me around my head pulling me hard into her cunt. She orgasmed almost immediately, her body shuddering as the orgasm tore through her and me lapping furiously at the juices that poured from her. Her now familiar mutterings, of almost inaudible obscenities, escaped from her lips as her orgasm began to subside. I felt her body begin to go limp.

Still holding her against the wall, I unbuckled my trousers and let them fall to the floor, my undies following. I guided my now rampant cock into her slippery love tunnel, pushing it home to the hilt and slamming her butt cheeks hard against the wall. Sandy responded by thrusting her pelvis at me, her cunt grinding hard down on my cock. She threw her arms around, grabbing my buttocks and me pulling me even harder into her. We kept this furious pace going for what seemed ages but was probably only a few minutes until I felt her body begin to stiffen and I knew she was about to orgasm again. I slammed my cock into her as hard as I could and held it there and she screamed. 

"You fucking bastard, pump me! Fuck me! Slam that cock of yours into me!"

Still I held myself rigid, deep inside her as she tried to thrust herself off the wall and onto my cock.

Then it happened. Another orgasm tore through her.

This time her reaction was different. 

She held me tightly, pressed her mouth to mine and kissed me passionately, but gently. The kiss went on and on as her orgasm subsided. 

I started to move in and out of her again, slowly and gently and her body responded in the same manner. The juices were pouring out of her now, my whole groin area was saturated.

We slid to the floor, never disengaging, the slow fucking and kissing continuing.

I could feel my own orgasm building, slowly, deliciously. That beautiful feeling in your whole body when one of those mind blowing, body shattering orgasms approach. Every nerve ending in your body experiencing that exquisite feeling.

I blew! It felt like my cock was a fire hose, so much spunk coming out!

I held her tightly, kept kissing her passionately as her own body responded with another intense orgasm, our two bodies shuddering and shaking with each other as we spent our passion.

Eventually Sandy looked up at me from the floor and smiled.

"That was the perfect end to a perfect evening," she said.

I smiled back at her and could only agree.

I think I was falling in love!



Sandy Ch. 02



Everything's Dandy When Sandy's Handy 

My story about Sandy was factual and was planned to end there. As stated, I often wondered what happened after I moved away. Some readers asked what the point of the story was and others felt that it was the build up for a series and asked that it be continued. The only way I can do that is to resort to fiction. So be it, and here goes!

Hi, my name is Jim, and like you, I read Literotica too. I live in Seattle now, and have a good job in the software technology industry there.

My wife, Jane and I divorced recently and since I have more free time these days, I have found myself reading more of the Literotica stories now. I like to look through the new submissions, and pick out the stories that look like they might be interesting to me.

One story, "Sandy" caught my eye, and when I opened it, I was flabbergasted because I was one of the motorists who asked Sandy to go for a ride. You can imagine my surprise at seeing a story that took place in my home town back east, and one that I was involved in as well.

It all started when a Mrs. Arnold decided to move to the city. Her husband died of a heart attack a couple of years earlier and her kids had either moved to the city already or wanted to. Sandy's family bought her house.

Our village was a bedroom community for people that worked in the city, as Sandy's parents did. They hadn't been in town very long before I started hearing reports that their daughter was an easy fuck.

I had a pretty good job in the city, and like most young guys, I was playing the field, and well, if there was any free pussy floating around, why not?

So the next time I happened to see Sandy at the gas station when I was gassing up, I asked her if she wanted to go for a ride, and she hopped right in the car.

Now, I have to admit that I was as horny as the next guy, but I was also curious. I knew what I had heard, but wanted to find out what was going on for myself, so I asked her where she wanted to go. She directed me to take the main road to the lake as much by gestures as telling me which way to go.

While we were driving, I tried to make conversation with her, with little success. I don't know whether she was bashful or just didn't have anything to say. She only answered my direct questions, and with as few words as possible.

When we got to the end of the road she directed me to turn right with her finger, and when we got to the bend in the lakeshore road, she pointed to a little trail leading in to some trees and told me that there was a good place in there.

It was a good place too. We were concealed from the road, and it would be difficult to surprise us from the beach here.

I was expecting some kissing and foreplay, maybe some finger fucking, but no. The moment I parked the car, Sandy started undoing her shorts. She was wearing short shorts and panties, and kicking off her left shoe, she slid her shorts and her panties off of her left leg, but keeping them around her right ankle. She turned toward me, slouching down in her seat, and spread her legs to me.

It wasn't easy in the front seat of the car, but looking at that young pussy staring a me, and my being celibate for more than the past week, it didn't take me long to get on my knees on the floor in front of her, rubbing my rock hard cock up and down that choice young cunt.

I didn't have a condom with me, and Sandy hadn't spoken to me since she directed me to the parking spot. I was probably too horny to even care by that time and it appeared that she wasn't objecting, so I simply shoved my cock into her bareback.

She really wasn't wet, but her fuck hole was moist enough for me to get into her, and do my thing. During all of this, Sandy never said a word or moved a muscle that I could tell, anyway. Not that it mattered much, I was more than horny enough for both of us. 

It didn't take me long to cum, and since fucking in the front seat of my car was really awkward, it didn't take me long to extricate myself from that position and get out of the car. Since there was no one around, I had a piss and did up my pants.

Sandy got out of the other side the car, squatted to pee, and then pulled up her clothes.

Getting back in the car, we drove to the gas station without speaking, where I stopped on the other side of the street. I told Sandy "thanks" but she got out of the car without replying.

So, I had confirmed everything I had been told, but was no wiser about what was really going on.

However, after that, almost every time I gassed up and she was at the station, we would go and visit the same parking spot. While I was horny enough to enjoy the sex no matter how much I would have preferred more. I always tried to push what I knew about Sandy. No matter how hard I tried to get her to talk to me, she rarely would say more than a few words in direct response to a question.

No matter how often I fucked her, Sandy never did more than pull her pants down and spread her legs. I tried to kiss her, but she didn't even seem to know how to kiss somebody. Ditto her tits. While she didn't stop me from feeling her tits, I might just as well been asking her the time of day.

Whether Sandy realized it or not, she was doing wonders for the business the gas station was doing. Some people never even spoke to her, but seemed to want to have a look at this girl that everyone was talking about, so they came in for gas.

For myself, I was driving 23 miles each way, just to go to work, so I was no stranger to the gas station. As a result, I was buying gas and fucking Sandy at least once a week.

Once when the family had gone away for the week end, I tried to get Sandy to come home with me. Naturally, I was thinking I might get her into a bed, to see if there was anything more than the loveless quickies I was getting from her. When I asked her, I could see that Sandy was getting really agitated, so I told her that was not necessary, figuring to take what I could get, and not worry about what I was missing.

Then I found out that Sandy was pregnant! With that, I learned that she was much younger than I had believed, and that made me think that I needed to be somewhere else, anywhere else, and quickly as possible too.

Inside of forty-eight hours I got rid of everything I had, taken all of the money out of my savings and left. I sold my car in Buffalo and took the train to Chicago. From there, I travelled around the Midwest by bus, working here and there for short periods until I eventually reached the west coast, but that is another story, stay tuned.



Sandy Ch. 02



I unloaded my truck and put most of it away. I had shut the bedroom door, so I would not awaken Sandy. Now I opened the door and quietly put the stuff away that went in the bedroom. When I finished that, I went into the bathroom and took a shower. Washing my long hair is always a treat when I get home. On the rig, there is never enough hot water to do the job properly.

When I returned to the bedroom, Sandy had rolled over onto her side but was still sleeping. With a smile, I went into the living room, closing the door behind me. I rummaged around the kitchen, trying to figure out what I wanted to fix for supper. I had a pound of hamburger already thawed from the long drive home, so I settled on spaghetti. I fried the hamburger and added it to my sauce. 

Leaving it simmering, I got a beer from the refrigerator and headed for the sun deck out back. The evening shadows were long and the air was cooling off nicely. The slight breeze from the lake felt good all the same. I stripped off my shorts and sat down in a deck chair. It felt so good to get my clothes off after so long a time. 

I'm a nudist by choice, so when I have the time and the place, the clothes come off. Everyone that knows me well knows to blow their horn or to call, when they come to visit. If I'm home, I am nude, that's just the way it is.

I had finished my beer and was about to get up to go inside, when the back door opened and Sandy looked out. Seeing me on the deck, she grinned and said, "There you are, I thought for a minute that I had dreamed you."

"Not hardly," I said with a grin of my own. "Come on out and join me."

She leaned out and looked both ways before she said, "Uh, I'm kind of naked here. I wouldn't want the neighbors to talk."

I laughed and said, "Well, I'm naked too. Why do you think there are four-foot walls around most of this thing? There is a black silk robe on the back of the bathroom door. Use that and grab a couple of beers when you come out, that is if you feel like drinking."

She laughed and asked, "Do fish have gills?" Grinning, she closed the door.

It took her only a few moments to open the door again. The robe was large on her to say the least; it looked more like a long dress. She climbed down and closed the door, before coming over and opening the deck gate. She stopped just inside and looked at me. 

After a moment or two, she said, "Hmmm, not bad for an old man."

I chuckled and replied, "Hey, watch the old comments, okay. I can't help it if I'm a thirty seven year old, trapped in a fifty five year old body."

She looked at me a little longer before she said, "You aren't that old. Paul's older than you are."

I laughed and told her, "Nope. Paul is a year younger than I am."

She walked over pulling a beer out of each pocket of the robe, as she said, "No way, he looks ten years older than you. I figured you were mid forties, maybe."

I shook my head and said, "Nope, I'll be fifty six in December. You're right though, Paul does look older, he's had a hard life, I guess." 

Sandy looked around and then slipped the robe off, laying it on the table. As she settled into the chair across the table from me, I asked, "So, what happened to make Paul lock you out?"

She frowned a moment and then said quietly, "I did something I shouldn't have. I was short on cash, so I took one of his checks and wrote it out for twenty five dollars and then cashed it up at the store where I work." 

I nodded knowingly. Paul was rather tight with his money. 

"I was going to give it back to him on Friday, when I got paid. If he had been home, I would have asked him for it and there would have been no problem. He was at the bar as usual and I'm getting tired of asking him for pocket money."

When she finished, I said, "You didn't know Paul's last wife. She was notorious for cashing a couple of his checks and taking off for parts unknown to party until the money ran out."

"Believe me, I've heard all about it in no uncertain terms, just before he threw me out." She paused and took a deep breath, "I'm not her, and I never will be. I pay my own way; I work and take care of him and his house. This isn't the first time I've paid for the fuck ups of his other wives. It will be the last time though. I don't need him or his shit."

I sat there trying to decide what to say. They made a cute couple but I did not know what went on in their relationship. After nearly a minute I said, "Paul will cool down after a bit and realize he needs you."

She laughed bitterly, "Probably not. He's up at the bar every morning to get an eye opener, then he goes there for lunch, and around two thirty or three he takes off and has supper there. The last time we had sex was the day after our wedding, that's been like six months ago." 

She glanced at me for a second and continued, "He needs me? Who says, I need him? If it wasn't for my toys, I'd be a frustrated old lady."

I chuckled and said, "You're not old, and right now you're definitely not frustrated."

She laughed and replied, "You got that right. I didn't know surgery could be so much fun. When that thing went in it blew my mind and when it came out, it blew it again. When you started to play with that other toy, I wasn't too sure about it, but then you started licking me again, man did I go boom. Up in flames and down for the count."

I grinned and said, "It was my pleasure, trust me."

She laughed and asked, "Did you get it all on film?"

I laughed and nodded as I answered, "We can check it later, if you like?"

She grinned and said, "I've never been in a movie before, that's what had me so turned on when you got here. When you licked my thigh, I thought I had been caught. Between that and that damn little bullet slipping into my ass, I literally exploded. Damn, what an orgasm, I thought it would never end."

I nodded and said, "At the time, I had the same thought."

Grinning, she glanced down at my hard manhood and then just stared, before she said, "I see you liked my little show. Were you that way when you were watching the live performance?" 

When I said, "Yes," she glanced up at my face and then back to my lap. "That must have been quite a sight. I wished I had of known that. That would have felt much, much better than that little plastic toy. That is, if I could get it in. Right now that toys a tight fit."

"You seemed to be doing just fine the way you were," I said with a chuckle.

She grinned and stood up to walk around the table. She turned and sat down in my lap, putting an arm around my neck. "I want to thank you for helping to get that little bullet out and for those out of this world orgasms that went along with it." 

She wiggled on my lap for a second and said, "Damn that things hot and hard against my ass."

She leaned over and snagged her beer. After taking a swallow, she rocked from side to side and said mostly to herself, "I wonder what it would feel like buried to the hilt in me." 

When a little shutter ran through her body, she laughed and whispered, "Down girl. You're a guest remember. Anyway, he's the man and he'll make a move when he's ready."

Laughing, I slipped an arm under her legs and stood up with her in my arms. When I headed for the gate, she asked, "Where are we going?"

"To the kitchen so I can finish supper, right this minute. Later, is a whole other question," I said as I pushed the gate open. 

She glanced around as we crossed the open space to the back door. "It's too dark for anyone to see us. If you'll open the door, we'll go inside."

She opened the door; I stood her up on the kitchen floor, before I climbed up the three-foot rise. When I stood up, she reached up and put her arms around my neck, pulling me down for a soft sweet kiss. When she broke the kiss, she looked into my eyes and smiled. 

"You're something else. Here I am, running around naked, and I feel totally safe. As safe as I want to be anyway."

I chuckled and said, "I'll take that as a compliment, I think."

"You'd better, because that's what it is," she said with a smile.

*****

After supper, she insisted on doing the dishes, so I helped by drying them and putting everything away. When we were finished, she asked if we could go back out to the deck and relax with another beer. I thought it was a wonderful idea. 

Now that the sun was down, it was pleasantly cool. We sat for a long time quietly watching the stars, and the bats. I had just about finished my beer, when Sandy asked, "Do you want another beer?" When I said no, she came over and sat on my lap again. 

"Well, what do you want?" She asked softly, wiggling around.

I chuckled and pulled her to me for a kiss. This one was just as sweet and soft but it slowly built in passion. My hands were roaming over her body, exploring the new terrain. When my hand slowly wandered over her left breast, she pressed it firmly against my palm and moaned softly. I caressed her breast and then rolled the hard nipple gently between my finger and thumb, this brought a louder moan. 

A few seconds later she broke the kiss and said, "Lets go in the house and get more comfortable."

Once again, I picked her up and carried her to the door. As she opened it, she said, "This is getting to be a habit, one that I could get to like." She ended with a soft laugh.

I stood her up in the kitchen and climbed up after her. As I shut the door, she wrapped the fingers of her left hand around my hard shaft and said, "Follow me, it's my turn to take care of your little problem. I hope you like it as much as I did when you took care of mine."

She led me into the semi dark bedroom and climbed up onto the bed, never releasing her hold on me. When I followed her up, she pushed me over onto my back and ran both hands slowly and lightly up and down my manhood. 

"Hmmm," she whispered, "This may not be that small of a problem. It seems to still be growing."

She lowered her head and ran her hot tongue up and down my shaft in long slow licks. "You taste nice," she said as she licked at the clear drop of fluid at the tip. 

She worked her tongue in firm circles just under the flanged head. I stiffened up as my hips moved upward. "Oh, you like that do you?" She asked. 

Before I could answer, she sucked the head into her mouth and applied her tongue vigorously. When I let out a soft moan and lifted my hips again, she took more of me into her mouth. Her tongue swirled around the shaft for a moment, before she started to bob her head up and down. My hips moved in counterpoint until I felt my orgasm rising. 

"You'd better quit right now or I'm going to drown you," I said, in a halting voice.

She lifted her eyes to my face and moved her head up and down faster, pressing her tongue against the shaft, which pressed the sensitive head to the roof of her mouth. It only took a moment before I was coming long and hard. She stopped moving her head with me deep in her mouth and swallowed, her tongue fluttering all over. 

I groaned deeply as my hips jerked once and then again. She eased part of me out of her mouth, until her tongue could swirl around the head, I groaned again. 

She continued to lick and suck for another few moments and then she took me out of her mouth, with a soft slurping sound. She grinned broadly and smacked her lips before she said softly, "Yummy." 

She planted a kiss on the very tip and then crawled up to lay down on top of me. She looked into my face and then lightly kissed my lips. When she pulled back, she wiggled from side to side and said, "Hmmm, you make a nice comfy teddy bear." 

When I chuckled and wrapped my arms around her, she kissed me again. As the kiss went on, I let my hands and arms roam her slender body. After a while, she broke the kiss, laid her head down on my shoulder, and kissed my neck. 

She sighed deeply and whispered, "This is nice. Paul never liked to cuddle or to hold me. After sex, what little there was, it was time to sleep. I've never understood that."

I was not sure what to say or if I should say anything, so I remained quiet. She cuddled up tighter to me and relaxed. I reached over, flipped the bedspread over us, and hugged her gently.

After a time, I thought she had gone to sleep and I was almost dozed off myself. She sighed contentedly and sat up, straddling my hips, with her hands on my chest. I smiled at her and she grinned back. She wiggled around on top of me for a second and then reached behind her to find my soft manhood. 

She stroked it lightly with her fingertips for a moment and then said with a grin, "It looks like I killed it. So much for finding out if it would fit or not."

I laughed and replied; "It's just resting. You did kind of, take the stuffing out of it."

She grinned and said, "Stuffing? That thing was cream filled. I should know, since I ate the whole thing." 

Her fingers were still stroking my manhood and balls, teasingly. She leaned forward and brushed her lips softly against mine for a second, before she said, "Ok, since I can't ravage you, why don't you show me my movie? I'm curious to see how it came out." 

When I laughed, she chuckled and added, "I didn't mean the bullet."

I rolled her over onto her back, with me on top. I ducked my head, sucked her right nipple into my mouth, and flicked it with the tip of my tongue. When I did, her back arched and she drew a hissing breath. When I sucked as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, I had over half of it inside. I swirled my tongue over the smooth skin, which caused her to groan softly. 

I slowly released it, once again flicking my tongue at the stiff nipple. Moving my head over, I did the left breast the same way. Now her hands were on my head, as she pressed herself tightly against my mouth. The groan was now a loud moan, as my tongue glided over her sensitive breast. 

I released the breast to nibble and lick along the bottom of her rib cage and then down across her stomach. When I reached her navel, I dipped my tongue inside and swirled it around. Her stomach muscles jerked and her hands were back on my head. 

As my tongue traced a path down and around the fine tuft of hair on her mound, she pulled on my head and said, "No, don't." 

When I asked why? She giggled and said, "I have to go pee. The beer, remember?"

I planted one last kiss on her mound and sat up on my heels, "Okay, you go pee and I'll see about setting up the movie."

She sat up, glanced down at my semi-ridged manhood, and grinned. "Hmmm, he seems to like what you were doing, I know I did."

I laughed and said, as I got off the bed, "That's my lesbian side showing through."

"I'll definitely have to remember that," she said with a grin.

*****

I was in the living room, rewinding the tape from the camera, when she returned from the bathroom. "Is it ready?" She asked excitedly.

"All but the popcorn." I answered with a grin. 

She looked at me sharply for a moment and then laughed, as she realized I was joking. "All I have to do is hit this button and a star is born. Are you ready?" I asked as I moved over to the couch next to her.

She nodded, as she took a deep breath and said, "I think so. I don't know. Really, I'm not sure if I want to see myself acting like I was."

I grinned and put my arm around her, as I mashed the button on the remote. The television screen sprang to life, showing her taking off a pair of shorts, her ass pointed at the camera, her bare sex peeking out from between her thighs. 

Sandy hid her eyes and said, "I can't watch."

On the screen, she stood up and removed her blouse. She turned around and sat down on the bed, saying, "This is for you, my good friend. I needed a place to stay and this is my way of paying you back. I hope you enjoy it, I think I will."

She lay back on the bed and slowly ran her hands over her breasts. She spent time teasing and pinching her nipples, before one hand roamed down over her belly to tease her pussy. As her hand slipped between her legs, they spread wide, and she lifted her feet to place the heels on the edge of the bed. Her fingers ran up and down the short slit, pausing at the top to circle her clit, and dipping into her opening at the bottom. 

A soft gasp from next to me caused me to look over at Sandy. Her eyes were locked on the screen but her hands were pinching and tugging at her nipples. When I gave her a little squeeze, she glanced up at me and grinned lopsidedly. 

I smiled back and said, "I think you look beautiful and I thank you for the present."

She looked at the screen and then back at me, before she said, "No one has ever watched me play with myself before, and I sure as hell have never watched myself. I can't believe I'm getting turned on by it." Her hand dipped down between her legs for moment and she chuckled. 

Looking back at the screen she added, "I'm wetter now than I was when I was actually doing this."

I grinned, as I turned slightly toward her and picked her up, sitting her on my lap. She put her left arm around my neck, but her right hand stayed between her legs. I held her with my right arm and brought my left hand across to roll a nipple between my thumb and forefinger. She moaned softly, her eyes glued to the television.

When I looked back at the screen, her hand was going out of the picture and reappeared holding the pink vibrator. I could faintly hear it vibrating, as she touched it first to one hard nipple, and then the other. Slowly she dragged it down across her stomach and rubbed it across her mound. 

Next to me, Sandy moaned softly and a shiver ran up her body. I moved my hand to her other nipple and tugged on it gently. Her breath hissed sharply. 

Back on the screen, she moved the little toy down and brushed it against her clit, which made her hips jump. She did this once more, before she slid the toy down her slit, across her wet opening, and back and forth over her anus. 

Her other hand disappeared for a second to return with the silver bullet. This hand went under her leg and she rubbed the rounded end of the bullet against her asshole. Her hips jerked several times and then settled down. The pink vibrator was slowly disappearing inside her vagina; her hips started to work up and down as it did.

Sandy shifted her leg over off mine. I looked down to see them spread wide apart as she worked two fingers in her pussy. A long low moan escaped her lips and she leaned her head back against my shoulder. I shifted slightly, picked her up, and got to my feet. I turned around and laid her on the couch.

When I picked her up, I had trapped her hand between her legs. Now, her legs spread wide again and her fingers went back to work in her sex. With a smile, I knelt down and took a hold of her wrist. I pulled the fingers out and stuck them in my mouth, sucking her sweet juices from them. 

When they were clean, I leaned down and ran my tongue up the center of her, from her asshole to her clit, slowly. Her knees jerked up and went wider as a loud yell came from her. 

I took another long slow lick, before I came back up to my knees and moved forward. When I was between her thighs, I used my hand to rub the head of my now hard dick against her clit. Her hips jerked as her hands jumped between us to grab my manhood. She rolled her hips up as she rubbed the head of my shaft up and down her slit. 

After a moment of this, she centered me in her opening and I pressed myself forward. The head entered her tight opening and then about an inch of the shaft. She yelled incoherently as her legs wrapped around me. I held still for a moment and then slowly worked my hips back and forth. I could feel the head of my dick sliding back and forth in her; going a little deeper each time, I moved my hips forward. 

I was only halfway in when I felt and heard her start to come. Her hips were jerking, up, down and sideways as she yelled loudly. Her heels were beating on my ass and her fingernails were ripping at my shoulders. Her insides were trying to crush me and to pull me deeper in, both at the same time. I held still and waited, enjoying the feeling of it all, except for the fingernails.




Sandy Ch. 02



After a time, she started to come down. When she started to relax a little, I moved my hips once again, slowly back and forth, barely moving my manhood inside her. She gasped and rolled her hips up to meet me. I pushed ahead gently and worked myself slowly in. 

When I was just about all the way in, she jerked her hips and let out a long yell as she came again. This time her hands just grabbed me and held on and her legs locked around my waist. Her inner muscles were grabbing and releasing me, like a hand in a glove. I held still as I felt my own orgasm rising, hoping I could hold it off.

Sandy slowly relaxed and her breathing was almost back to normal before I moved. When I did, her hands came up and pressed against my chest. "Please, no. Don't move. I need to rest. One more orgasm and I'll shatter into a million little pieces." 

She took several deep breaths, letting the last one out slowly. A big grin crossed her face as she looked into my eyes. "I think I've bitten off more than I can chew."

I grinned back at her and said, "I don't think so. You're just out of practice." 

I eased my hips back, as my manhood slowly slipped out of her, her eyes closed and she moaned, a shudder running up and down her thin body. I leaned down and brushed my lips across hers. Her arms flew up and wrapped around my back, hugging me to her. I put an arm around her as I rolled over to my side and settled down next to her. She rolled with me and ended up cuddled up tight against me. 

After a while, she sighed deeply and then yawned. I chuckled and whispered, "I think you've had a hard day and it's past your bedtime." She nodded against my chest.

I eased back from her and sat up on the couch. I turned off the cassette player and the TV before I scooped her up in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. Her arms were around my neck and she nuzzled at it. I laid her on the bed and pulled the covers up over her. 

Going around, I got into bed on the other side, and slid over to cuddle up behind her. She wiggled back against me, and sighed deeply as I wrapped an arm around her. She was asleep in moments. I wasn't far behind.



Sandy Ch. 02



Chapter 2: Sandy introduces new world to Amber new world

For all of you who read my first story let me say thank you. I appreciated your comments. On the note of why they'd need a babysitter at 18 and 19 my original thought was for future chapters, maybe not in the traditional sense, just a parent's watchful eye from afar for no wild parties. As for use of CAPS, it was me experimenting in my own writing style. I urge you to read the first chapter if you have not already done so.

For the next few weeks after JJ's initial fucking of Sandy he was floating on Cloud 9. The scattered old high school girls who'd run into him from time to time noted he seemed more confident, even cuter, and maybe even a little bit of a glow. Sandy continued her studies at grad school and Amber became more and more curious as to what was going on between her brother and the boarder downstairs. She knew they were having sex, she's not an idiot, but she was curious and defensive as all sisters can be when new women come into their family.

Several Friday and Saturday nights Amber would be home. She had no boyfriend of her own. Most of the guys in her school seemed to be either be farmers, complete idiots, already with other girls, or just guys she wasn't interested in being with at all. At all. She'd turn down guys a lot, she gave them props on having confidence, but they weren't her type. Her last boyfriend had to move to NYC. It was this Virginia Jackrabbit that gave her the graduation from girl to woman. Amber wanted to confront her brother, but felt it would go no where. However, not one to give up until exhausting every avenue she simply waited on a Friday night in her room. There were muffled sounds coming from downstairs, but little else.

JJ was in the middle of a "card lesson" and tonight it was "The Silent Lover." Sandy had not put a gag in JJ's mouth, nor a ball, but simply commanded that aside from moans when she moaned he was to remain silent, just breath. It was an exercise in being more of a listener, learning to be receptive to body language, and how to read internal excitement. JJ loved it! He felt any instruction with his sexy teacher was worth it. Who cares not being able to talk when you had Sandy to do the talking for you? Finally at the end of an intense session that saw Sandy riding her rabbit to the end on top of him she moaned, singling he could, and he let spew his load. Sandy got out a cumrag, cleaned the two of them off, JJ went to the bathroom, and received his peck on the cheek and smack on the ass as a traditional goodnight. He set out to go to his room, still reeking of sex.

Amber intercepted him in the hallway. "JJ, what the hell is going on downstairs with you and Sandy?" 

JJ feeling no reason to give up his life's details and acting a tad smug said, "I have no idea what you're talking about." 

"Cut the crap JJ, I know you're fucking her," Amber replied a little put off. 

"And whatever gives you that idea?" JJ asked as he stepped closer to Amber. Outright done in spite he stepped close enough to kiss her to allow the post sex odor to be all the stronger.

"You reek of sex! I can smell her on you!" Amber almost snapped as she stepped back, feeling a tad bit lightheaded and flush. 

"Am I turning you on Amber? You seem a little flush, maybe you need to get some relief, I could send you downstairs," JJ said with a huge laugh.

"No! Why would I need to go downstairs?" Amber asked genuinely confused.

"Why? So Sandy can give you the sex you clearly want now since you can't get it from me," JJ laughed again as he opened the door to his room.

Amber felt a flash of anger, yet a little playfulness at the same time. She wondered: Smack him in the ass or kick his ass into the room. She had to get one shot in tonight. She waited until JJ has half in his room and said in a sly tone, "Pig" and slapped his ass. "Mmmm...just like Sandy does it," JJ laughed as the door closed. Amber's next thought it best left out of this story. No need for excessive cursing. 

Amber decided to go downstairs to find out what was going on between the two of them. She felt a moment's wonder as to why she cared and that it was none of her business. However, something was drawing her. Something on an instinctive level she was seeking out. She reached the door to the apartment and knocked.

Sandy, still naked, assumed it was JJ coming back for more and opened the door with her eyes closed all ready to deliver her line, "You forget something loverboy? Lesson is over for tonight, class resumes either tomorrow or next---" 

Sandy heard no response and opened her eyes to see Amber with her arms crossed standing in the doorway with a smirk on her face.

"Amber! Excuse me, I am sorry! I didn't know it was you," Sandy said as she rushed to put on a T-shirt. Sandy invited Amber in and motioned her to sit down at the card table. 

"So what brings you downstairs at such a late hour?" asked Sandy as she sat down.

"What is going on between you and my brother?" Amber flat out asked.

Sandy stood up half out of respect and the other half out of confrontation. She knew what it was like when a woman gets between a brother and sister. As she got closer to Amber she noticed that her eyes glossed over a little and she again turned flush.

"Are you okay Amber? You look a little flush," Sandy only half asked, she knew the truth.

"Why does everyone keep on asking me that?" Amber asked incredulously.

"Sweetie, I can see you are flush. That's why I asked. Who else asked?" Sandy said already knowing the answer

"JJ did. I saw him leave your room, reeking of sex, and he wouldn't tell me a thing," 

Amber responded

"Why would he? Are you jealous of me?" Sandy asked.

"No!" Amber snapped

"Are you jealous of him?" Sandy asked and stood with her hand on Amber's shoulder, just like she did during JJ's first card lesson.

"I... I ... uhh...what are you...," Amber stumbled with words as Sandy's hand started to massage her shoulder.

Sandy stepped behind the chair and massaged both shoulders, keyed into the effect it was having, and quickly seizing upon its positive effect like any skilled lover. She massaged more and asked exactly what Amber was trying to say.

"Ahhh..that feels so nice. It is weird, JJ told me to come down her, said you could help me,"Amber purred if not moaned

That caught Sandy off guard, but she realized it was probably an off the cuff remark by him. Amber inhaled deeply, the sweet aroma of Sandy filled her nostrils, her senses were on fire, and the massage felt so nice. Suddenly it stopped. Amber looked back, sad, and feeling incomplete. She looked back as to ask why it stopped and to plead for more. 

Sandy then sat on her bed and motioned Amber to come sit by her. Amber wasn't sure if she should. Sandy came back up and stood by her, asking what was wrong, and then after standing closer to her asked her to come to the bed. This time Amber followed.

Sandy started massaging Amber's shoulders again and then spoke. "You have a secret you're not telling me," Sandy said. 

"What are you talking about?" Amber asked back.

"You are very aroused right now, but you're confused as to why, and yet you know why deep down," Sandy said back.

"What makes you say all that?"

"It's the scent, the smell of sex. You keep on getting dizzy whenever you're close to me. You smell a mixture of both your brother and my sexual excitement. You're getting flush and you're enjoying this massage. You are enjoying it a lot, but you don't know why. I am not a doctor, but I'm going to guess two things: The first is that you're attracted to your brother. Don't say a word! (Amber was about to speak). The second is that you're attracted to me because you've had an experience with a girl when you were younger, but done little since then."

Amber felt her stomach heave. Was this woman clairvoyant? Her throat strained a little. The part about her brother she wasn't too sure about, but the second part was dead on.

"How.. How could you know uh..any....*swallows* any of th-that?" Amber asked short on breath and a little close to tears. She felt Amber's hands go flat on her shoulders and reach down to the top of her breasts.

"The truth? I winged the first one, since all sisters are attracted to their brothers. They are the first man they see other than daddy and we all know mommy gets daddy. The second one.. the second one you just told me by your reaction. Don't worry, it doesn't show," Amber said soothingly.

Amber relaxed. The massage started again. Suddenly Amber got a hold of herself. She shouldn't be here, telling Sandy any of this, and she should leave. She got up to leave and Sandy simply asked her what was wrong. 

"N--N--Nothing. I just don't think I should be here,"Amber said.

Sandy stood up, took off her shirt, and was now naked again. She got close to Amber, kissed her neck, and then asked, "Are you sure you want to leave?"

The kiss made Amber inhale quickly out of sheer surprise, once again her nostrils filled with the sexual aroma and this time off of Sandy's bare skin. Amber, in a dream-like state, got back on the bed. Sandy came back and simply asked Amber to tell her about that first time. Amber agreed, but only if she could sit behind Sandy this time. Sandy, confused, agreed. 

Amber said, "I want you to be able to close your eyes and imagine it." Sandy responded, "You're a woman after my own heart. Tell me the story, I'll imagine it."

Amber recounted her experience, "I was 13 and playing softball on our school team. I went over to Tiffany's house after practice. She and I played right and left field. When we got her house her mother was on her way out to the A&P and told us there was food and drinks in the fridge for us and said she's be back in an hour. We went upstairs, still in our uniforms, and took two Cokes. I sat on her bed and she sat behind me and started massaging my shoulders. I told her it felt nice. She and I drank and were becoming a mixture of relaxed and a little sugar high, and very sweaty. She continued massaging and then slowly pulled me back until my head was in her lap and she was sitting Indian Style. I smiled up at her and she back at me. She then lowered her head and kissed me. I was so shocked, but for whatever reason I just kissed back. Suddenly we were really kissing. I guess the heat, the sweat, and feeling so safe in her arms after that massage made me really hot. I continued having fun times with Tiffany for a few years until I guess I grew out of it and then got into her brother."

"Why aren't you with the brother anymore?" Sandy asked.

"He moved to New York. I lost Tiffany, Marc, and the two people I was ever really sexually aroused by," Amber replied sadly.

"I could be your new sister," Sandy 

Amber then pulled back Sandy into her lap and in the way Tiffany did leaned down to kiss Amber. They kissed and now Amber felt more bold and kissed her neck and felt the flush feeling getting more intense, her legs were starting to go rubbery, and she felt a moisture between her legs as the heat from her core was getting hotter and hotter. Amber stripped off her clothing, dropping her T-shirt and sweat pants by the foot of the bed.

Together now were two ladies, both with the same colored hair, very close bodies, and the wrapped around each other skin to skin. The smell grew as Amber could smell Sandy's aroma grow and she now could even make out her own scene faintly, but surely aroused. Sandy told Amber she too would now have her lessons and Amber readily agreed to learning even if it mean sometimes should could not talk or see. Upon agreement Sandy got up, went to her drawers, and brought out the strap-on dildo and put it on. Now Sandy stood before Amber looking like she had a big dick ready for action.

Sandy got on the bed and knelt in front of Amber. "Suck it," cooed Sandy. 

"Why? You can't feel it," Amber asked confused.

"Trust me I can, besides you'll need to learn it now for later," Sandy answered

Amber proceeded to suck and Sandy instructed her, even simulated moans, and moved her head up and down. In lurid detail she described the best techniques of licking under the shaft, how to breath, and more. The lesson continued and suddenly Amber felt the shaft expand and seemingly come alive. Sandy, with her hand behind her back, squeezed a bulb. The dildo held a small area to store liquids to be pumped through allowing the user to better simulate an orgasm. Amber, with great shock, felt repeated HOT JETS of a salty and yet sweet liquid hit the roof of her mouth and splash around her mouth. She was about to pull back when Sandy's other hand came around her neck. Sandy said, 

"Amber, surely you'd not disappoint your lover and pull off me. Let me finish, it is a great way to honor a guy, show him how hot you are, and besides...I'll return the favor."

Amber swallowed the sweet and salty liquid. When it stopped flowing she raised her head off and asked what it was. Sandy explained it was her juices, in the compartment, kept warm by her body heat. Amber asked if it was like a man's cum. Sandy said it was similar, but she could arrange to get some and have try it if she wanted. Amber was surely curious and remarked she'd LOVE to try it.

Sandy then moved Amber onto her back and started a long and sensors devouring of her folds. Amber felt sensations she'd never felt, not even when she'd caress her own chest or finger herself. Sandy breathed warm air in her inner thighs, kissed each sides, licked from the tip of her rosebud to her naval, bathed the folds with her tongue, and sucked and sucked on her clit making Amber bite her lower lip, breath hard, hold Sandy's head there as it felt TOO GOOD. Finally Amber about about to scream from a powerful orgasm when Sandy rushed up to kiss her. Amber tasted her own juices on Sandy's tongue and shockingly kissed back, suddenly she felt as if her softball practice escapade had been updated for the present date. Both ladies kissed hard as Amber's climax rocked her body. Sandy moved Amber's head onto her chest and stroked her long blond hair while she rested.

After Amber awoke from what she assumed was a small nap Sandy was still beside her and told her she would teach more, if Amber would only agree to learn. Amber, still hot inside, readily agreed. Sandy told her to get on all fours and once Amber was in position behind her started licking her folds. She moved up higher to her ass and started licking over it. Amber gasped and jerked forward and giggled. 

"Okay, lesson one: Learn to Love your Ass'. Stay there and enjoy what I bestow upon you," Sandy instructed. Amber agreed.

Sandy started licking up and down her asshole. She rimmed it, gently poked her tongue into a little, and felt Amber relax, heard her moan, and even push back. Sandy purred to herself as she realized she had another quick-learning student on her hands. It must run in the family. She imagined the two of them together, what a show her two prized students could put on for her. Realizing Amber was hot enough not Sandy put both hands on Amber's ass, spread the cheeks a little, and DROVE her tongue inside the pink hole on Amber's lovely ass. Amber nearly shrieked.

"Quiet down, my student. You don't want your brother to hear us! He'll come in here, push me aside, and take you. You're already in position," warned Sandy.

"You really think so? I'd *love* that! I am too hot to care! Besides he has you already," Amber said in a drunken state of excitement.

"Amber! Be CAREFUL what you wish for, you MAY just get it," warned Sandy from behind laughing on the inside as a plan continued to unfold in her mind.

Amber didn't care. She wiggled her ass and begged for more tonguing. After removing her strap-on dildo and putting it aside Sandy decided to really put her excitement to use and got into a 69. She placed Amber on top and started to drill her ass more. Sandy didn't expected Amber to lick back, just yet, but the great feelings caused Amber to start to inhale deeply the folds of Sandy...after all they were right in front of her. Pulled like a magnet, drawn like a moth to light, and compelled by sheer excitement Amber's tongue started to explore Sandy's folds. Sandy was shocked, and kept on tonguing Amber's ass. Sandy started to do more. She ran her tongue on Amber's cheeks, fingered her folds, and pushed her tongue as far as she could in Amber's ass. Finally when Amber's excitement reached a fever pitch Sandy drove her middle finger deep into Amber's folds and felt the muscles SQUEEZE her finger as they convulsed.

Sandy now felt it was time. Still on top of her Amber's body convulsed and she asked her if she'd like to do more. Amber moaned a yes and with that she found herself on her back. Sandy put back on the strap-on and moved between her legs, proceeded to begin to insert the dildo, and put both hands on Amber's shoulders to massage and pull her close as she started to fuck her like a man. Powerful thrusts to get her going, then JOLTING ones, held inside for a few minutes. She then moved to a one-two-three in sequence followed by a thrusting one deep to hold it inside. She would mix her session with kissing deeply, massaging shoulders, and holding Amber's head on her shoulder to hear her moans, breathing and more. 

Amber felt wave after wave hitting her. She finally felt relaxed and now more confidant dictated to Sandy, "On all fours, I want it like a dog!" Sandy smiled, pulled out her dick, and got Amber to all fours to finish her off. Hands grasped on her ass Sandy again filled her, pulled her hips, and started really going at it with her. Sandy reached around to stifle Amber from screaming as she finished her off with a second burst of her cum from the bulb. Amber fell forward, went limp, and fell asleep while Sandy slept beside her for a few hours. 

It was dawn when they both awoke and Sandy ushered Amber, who was still a little dreamy, out of her apartment and went to shower.

Inside the shower Sandy now had her plan hatched. She knows inside the two desires, she knows the two levels of excitement, and she knows how to make her plan cum true.



Join me for my third and final story, cumming soon, where Sandy puts forward her plan to have her two students take their final exam. It will complete a story arc. If there is enough good feedback I could write more. 



Sandy Ch. 02



Martha left for Fire Island, and my parents returned, and I was at work, feeling deprived, and thinking about possible alternatives for the rest of the summer. The girl from the firm who had been in the bar the previous Friday night - the one staying in the apartment with an airline hostess - was being friendly, and I looked forward to the next Friday evening.

But at night, I had plenty of material for fantasies, at first repressing those involving my sister and concentrating on those with Martha. But images of my sister kept creeping in - it had been too delightful, much too delightful. I gave in to the temptation; she wanted to remember me - a weak excuse for reviving my recollections. I tried to start at the beginning and keep the episodes in order, not all of them every night, of course, picking up the next night where I had left off, now parallel episodes with Martha creeping in occasionally. It didn't help, that sometimes during work one of them would flash before my eyes.

But that is getting ahead of the story. While I was still repressing images of my sister, we had arranged that I could spend the weekend with them, itself a source of speculation for more and different fantasies, especially after my sister let me know that she and Martha had slept together. That recalled images of Pam and Sukie, who had been neglected in my most recent fantasies, but now provided food for speculation and curiosity about the coming weekend, which meant that I would miss the Friday evening meeting with the summer help, especially with that girl, Sandra, "Sandy."

I wondered about mentioning to her that I couldn't be along, but the situation to do so didn't arise, and I rationalized to myself that it was better not to explain why I wouldn't be there, no doubt, with a bit of guilty conscience about what I was anticipating might develop, and then thinking that it might be good to find out if she had noticed my absence.

She had. Monday morning, while I was still wondering how things would go at home, she asked why I hadn't been with the group. My explanation that I had to pick up my sister and "the Norwegian girl who'd stayed with us over the winter" on Fire Island was accepted, indeed, impressed: "from Fire Island!" I wondered how old she thought my sister might be, but she didn't ask, luckily, and I said that I wished I could have joined the group and was looking forward to the next time. She liked that, and I liked her interest, having been wondering if someone else might have chatted her up.

That sort of made it a date between us, when we saw each other, she not letting me forget. 

At home, Martha, my sister and I really did seem to manage to forget, maybe going a little out of each other's way, but that wasn't difficult, and my sister had learned to be her bitchy self again, maybe from her period, maybe from our mother's comments about her bikini and being spoiled. When I mentioned that I would be going out with the group Friday evening, the night before Martha left, Mother said that I should really be home for dinner with her, but Dad agreed with me that it was important to make contacts. They agreed then that I should drive Martha to the airport. Martha and I could hardly repress our smiles at this solution, that was supposed to be an imposition on me, and I tried to accept it as such.

So Friday evening, Sandy and I and the others went to the bar, she sticking closer to me than necessary on the way. Once there, it appeared that a couple of other pairings had developed, but for the first round of drinks, the group stood together at the bar. When some others decided to have dinner, Sandy didn't object when I suggested that we do so, seeming glad that in the restaurant area we had to be seated with an unknown couple. After we had briefly greeted the other couple at the table, she immediately began to talk to me as though we were old friends instead of on a first date, no asking about what I did or telling about herself. 

When she took off her jacket and draped it over her shoulders, I noticed that she didn't have a bra on, and she notice that I had, making it more obvious for a moment, but with a slight smile she called more attention to it:

"You know how uncomfortable they are in this weather."

"Well, not actually, I never wear one, but I can imagine."

We both chuckled at this shared intimacy, and I thought I could continue the subject:

"I thought you always wore one at work."

She snorted silently with a grin, seeming to appreciate that I had:

"Oh, yeah. The woman in charge of the girls told us the first day: 'Bras and stockings, young ladies; this is a summer job, not a vacation resort.'"

We both chuckled again, more openly this time, and both seemed to feel that things were off to good start. The other couple only had eyes for each other, which exuded a romantic aura and avoided any need for conversation with them. By the end of our dinner, we were indeed a little closer to being old friends. When I insisted on taking the check, Sandy said that the next time she would pay, but then offered:

"Oh, if you want, next week, I can cook supper for us. My roommate will be away ... hmm, ... Tuesday to Friday. Which night? ... It won't be as good as this, though, thank you."

She smiled, raising her eyebrows with a questioning, hopeful look.

"Oh, that would be nice, thank you," I replied, very much liking her suggestion.

"Wednesday, then?" she suggested.

"Fine, Wednesday," I agreed.

"Great. ... Well, it won't be 'great,' ... just simple, ...something, I don't know yet."

"Whatever, I can eat everything."

I paid and left a nice tip. When we parted on the sidewalk, she almost looked like she expected a kiss, her tongue between her lips, suddenly reminding me of the evening with my tutee in our library. But we didn't.

Saturday morning, Martha was packed. My mother was still not pleased that I had missed her farewell dinner, that apparently had been very enjoyable. I wondered how my sister had behaved and wondered if she would suggest joining us for the drive to the airport, but she didn't. My parents bid Martha farewell with more hearty good wishes for her future than I expected, and then we were off.

When I had the car out of the garage and on the street, she relaxed visibly, sighing, and said:

"Did it really happen? Did we really do it, ... and they didn't notice?"

She looked at me, questioningly, and then smiling, as though she knew the answer.

"Um-hmm, it really did, ... thank you; and I sure hope they didn't. It certainly seems like they didn't."

"Um-hmm," she agreed: "I hope so too. ... And thank you, too. ... It was just too good. Tell your sister, too."

"I will, but I expect she knows"

"Um-hmm, but still ... do."

"Um-hmm," I agreed, and then we were silent together till we got to the airport.

And we were silent except for practical matters until Martha had checked in, and we were at passport control and had to say final farewells. We didn't say much, but our embrace and kiss said it all as we pressed our hips together.

After we parted, I wished that I had asked for her address, but then on the drive back home, I reconciled myself to the fact that it was all over, and then wondered how soon she would find someone else, or whether she would tell her brother about us - and my sister?! No, of course she wouldn't, but would she find a girlfriend? Then it occurred to me that she could be wondering the same things about me, and I already had a date for Wednesday evening. I had no grounds for being jealous or even curious.

Then it occurred to me that I needed a reason to miss supper on Wednesday - maybe on other evenings, if things with Sandy developed. By the time I was home, I had decided that training at the NYAC would be the right excuse - and a good idea. By then, I had given up hopes for the national team, so year-round training had stopped, but a little training would be a very acceptable reason to miss suppers in my parents' eyes - and to avoid my sister. Things had gone well the previous week, but ...

And that is the way it worked out, a plan for two or three evenings of training each week, starting that Monday, and ostensibly on Wednesday. I recognized that I already had Fridays free, either with the crowd or just with Sandy - if that was what she wanted. Obviously, if I was going to be training, I couldn't be away too late, maybe a little, with eating with friends afterwards. 

So Monday evening I went to the club, training as long as I could, and staying longer for something to eat. At work, Sandy didn't let me forget that we had a date, and I didn't let her forget that I knew about her feelings about wearing a bra. Not directly, of course, both of us just flirting discreetly. Wednesday, before lunch, I called her and asked if I should bring a bottle wine, which she thought was a fine idea, suggesting that we meet after work around the corner. So I went out instead of eating in the cafeteria.

When we met - we hadn't seen each other during the afternoon - she again looked like she was almost expecting a kiss, but after greeting each other, she asked if we should walk or take the subway, telling me that it was just about as fast to walk. I explained that at home it was assumed that I was at training, and that walking would have to be my training for the evening. She grinned at my explanation, and we set off. 

During the warm walk, I recalled Martha's more athletic striding, as Sandy was telling that she had most of the meal already prepared, just the minute steaks needing to be cooked. I was curious about the apartment, never having seen how single girls lived in New York. When I mentioned this, she replied:

"Nothing great, but it has air conditioning and a doorman; one bedroom; I sleep on the sofa-bed."

When - the way - she glanced at me after saying that, I wondered: me too? us two? especially when she almost too nonchalantly added that it wasn't very comfortable and that her flatmate had offered that she could use her bed when she was flying. Then we chatted about where she came from, and how she had been lucky to find the apartment through neighbors, whose daughter also flew with United and knew her flatmate. When I asked if she had a boyfriend, wondering about the sleeping arrangement, Sandy seemed to read my mind, glancing at me again with a little questioning smile before she replied:

"Well, not since I've been here, not in the apartment," and she glanced at me again, as if to see if that was what I had meant before she added:

"I know she sleeps with a guy sometimes when she's on trips."

"Um-hmm," I responded to confirm that that was what I had been wondering about, and Sandy glanced at me again, this time as though she were pleased that she had answered my unspoken question. When I nodded with a smile, she smiled back with a slight chuckle, and then we just walked on in silence.

After we arrived, I presented my bottle of wine, red wine, suggesting that it was probably too warm from the street. She offered to hang up my jacket and took it in the bedroom. When she returned, I noticed that she had taken off her shoes and pulled her blouse out of her skirt.

"Do you want a beer first?" she offered, and then before I could wonder about the "first," she added: "I want a shower," and then plucked at the front of her bra where the top button of her blouse was undone as she gave me an impish smile as she said: "You know."

"Good idea," I agreed: "Let's share one, ... uh, the beer I mean."

Sandy looked like she appreciated my double entendre as she snorted slightly and replied:

"I think I need one just for myself, ... the beer, I mean. Do you want a glass?"

I shook my head, and she went in the kitchen with the wine bottle, while I wondered if she had just picked up on my play on words or had wanted to leave the other suggestion open. She returned with two open cans. I took one and automatically offered: "Skaal." 

"Skaal," she responded immediately, and we drank, but then she looked at me questioningly:

"But you're not Scandinavian. Where did you learn that?"

"From the Norwegian girl."

""Norwegian girl? ... Oh, yeah, that's staying with your family. And you drank with her?"

"Um-hmm." 

"Oh, of course. ... And just drinking?"

"What else?"

"What else?! ... Skaal," and Sandy smirked, and we both to took long drinks from our cans and looked at each other again as she repeated: 

"What else," then adding suggestively: "I thought the fathers were the problem."

"What problem?"

Sandy just grinned and took another drink, and I did so too, and then after a long silence, just looking at each other knowingly, we both raised our cans and said "skaal" again and emptied them.

"Now, the shower," she said: "You want one, too?"

When I nodded, she turned, starting to unbutton her blouse as she said that she would put out a towel for me. I watched her go to the bedroom, her blouse by then completely unbuttoned. After a while, she came out in a bathrobe, just holding it closed as she smiled at me and said that she had left the towel on the bed. Then she went in the bathroom, leaving the door ajar. 

When I heard her close the shower curtain and then the water start, I went to the bedroom, finding the towel on the freshly made bed. It was obvious that she hadn't slept in it the night before, and she hadn't made any effort to hide her underwear. I started getting undressed, wondering if we had both really been joking about showering together. She had suggested that I use the bedroom, inviting me to see the bed - and her underwear - and had left the doors open, ...? By now I only had my shorts on - my boxer shorts, for a date that might be like this. Did she expect me to wait for her to come back and see me in them, or with just the towel around my hips? If she had wanted me to wait in the living room until she finished, she shouldn't have mentioned the towel, but she had - just unconsciously? - subconsciously making the suggestion - or intentionally? Either way, though, she had made it. How upset would she be, if I went in the bathroom?

Then I heard her humming under the shower, maybe to emphasis that the doors were open? Oh, I could use the toilet - I had to anyway, enough for an excuse. I slipped off my shorts and grabbed the towel, holding it around my hips as I walked to the bathroom, where she was still humming. Standing at the toilet so she couldn't see my stream, I silently raised the seat and started, letting it splash in the bowl.

"Ohmygosh!" I heard her sudden cry of surprise: "What are you doing here, ... and like that?!"

"I had to go, and you left the door open."

I glanced over my shoulder and saw her snatch the shower curtain in front of her body, leaving her face under her shower cap exposed. Her expression was more sheepish than shocked. I turned back to finish, pleased that I hadn't missed. As I shook it, she replied more calmly:

"Oh, I guess so. You surprised me."

"I noticed," I answered, turning to her, seeing her eyes take in my figure, adding:

"And besides, I wasn't sure if it was just the beer that you didn't want to share."

She snickered and then replied:

"Yeah, ... well, ... I heard that, ... but I didn't really think ..."

"Think what?" 

I flushed the toilet, inadvertently giving her time to reply, waiting for the noise to subside.

"Where'd you get all the muscles?" 

"Gymnastics. Remember, I am supposed to be training this evening."

"Oh, yeah, of course, ... you must be good. I didn't know men like you existed in everyday life."

I snickered slightly with my thought of a reply and then said:

"Right here in your own bathroom, ma'am. You want to see the rest?" and moved my hand as though about to open my towel. I saw her eyes drop for a moment as she quickly replied:

"Gosh, no! Not yet. ... I didn't plan this."

"'Not yet'?"

"Oh, shit! Did I say that?" and she looked like she was maybe blushing as her eyes found mine, and I nodded slightly with a snort and smile, and then added as disarmingly as I could:

"I just wanted to take a shower, and it seemed that we agreed that it was a good idea."

Sandy smiled with a little snort of her own and then murmured:

"Yeah, sort of, but I didn't think ..." and she seemed to remember that she had stopped at that phrase before.

"Didn't think it could really happen?" I suggested.

She nodded silently and then added: "not like this."

Oh, "not yet," "not like this," I suddenly understood: maybe showering together after making love. Hoping I was right, I ventured to respond:

"Why not? We need a shower now. And, ... well, ... if it is only a question of 'not yet,' ... why not now?"

She looked at me for a long moment, while I tried to keep my expression non-committal.

Then she snorted again, and then smiled a little sheepishly, and finally replied:

"Jeez, I never did this, ... did anything like this before, ..."

"And never asked."

"I didn't ask. It was your idea," she responded quickly in a tone that suggested that she just wanted to banter words now, adding:

"Have you?"

"Gentlemen don't tell, ... but maybe more what you meant with 'not yet.'"

"Oh, ..., maybe, ... I guess," 

and she nodded with a soft chuckle as she looked in my eyes and slid her hand down the edge of the shower curtain from beneath her chin. I released my towel, and she let the curtain drop.

Sandy's breasts were more conical than hemispherical like Martha's or my sister's - or any other girls' that I could remember - but full enough so that her nipples were a little above the almost horizontal bottom line of her breasts. And her nipples were aroused protuberances in the middle of cup-shaped light rosy areas surrounded by pale skin outlined by a mild tan from a bikini. I knew my cock was just a little aroused for her gaze as my eyes dropped down to her wet pubic hair. Then our eyes returned to each other's face, twinkling as we smiled.

Sandy stepped back to let me join her in the bathtub, and I closed the curtain, suddenly recalling my feeling with my sister about the increased intimacy in the small space. When I turned to her, she smirked and said:

"Well, I guess that settles it."

"What?" I asked, knowing that I wasn't being helpful.

"That we don't have to worry about what to watch on TV."

"I certainly hope not."

She snickered with a nod and then offered:

"I was almost finished, but you can start over again; you have the experience," and handed me her washcloth.

I did, soaping the cloth and handing the soap to her, starting with her shoulders and chest, and then one breast with the cloth. When she tugged at a corner of it, I let her take it from me and massaged both her breasts with my hands. She grinned at me with a pleased "mmm", and then began to wash my chest with the cloth, so I just continued to hold her breasts while she found my armpits with the cloth and then did my shoulders and neck.

"Face too," I murmured and closed my eyes.

The cloth dragged on my five-o'clock shadow. When she was finished, I asked:

"Want me to shave?"

"Good idea, ... another good idea," she agreed with a snicker.

Then I felt the cloth move down one and then the other side, and then on the sides of my hips, and then scrub across my stomach. Then it hesitated.

"I can do the rest, if you prefer," I suggested.

"Yeah, maybe, ... thanks," and she glanced up at me:

"Give me your leg."

I raised one and then the other, holding her shoulders as she bent down to wash my calves and then my feet. She stood back up with chuckle and smile, that I returned with the comment:

"You do that very well."

"Thanks, ... fun, not any different from washing myself, ... except .... Now the back."

I turned around, and she started again at my neck and shoulders. When I asked for the soap, she replied:




Sandy Ch. 02



"Oh, ... yeah," and handed it to me so that I could wash my cock and balls, and my asshole between my legs, she snickering as her hand moved down to my ass. Then she let me rinse myself, offering to get me a razor. She slipped past the shower curtain at the other end of the tub, as I said that I would shave under the shower. While I shaved, I heard her drying herself, hoping she wouldn't leave, but she was there, brushing her hair, when I had turned off the water and opened the curtain. She handed me my towel and then watched appreciatively as I dried myself. After a glance around for a place to hang my towel, I flipped it over the rod for the shower curtain. When I turned back, Sandy was standing closer to me than I expected, smiling, and then said:

"That was great, thank you, and ... uh, thanks ... that was the part I still wasn't comfortable about."

When I nodded understandingly, she moved a little closer and said softly:

"Don't you think we should kiss or something? I mean, we haven't even held hands, but have touched each other almost everywhere else." 

Her nipples touched my chest.

"Um-hmm, good idea of yours," I murmured, and we did, it soon developing into a tongue-sucking, cock-arousing kiss as we embraced, Sandy nodding with a hum when she felt him pressing against her. When we released each other, he was standing straight out towards her. She looked at him pointedly with pleased snort, as I took her hand. But after a squeeze, she drew it back as she said:

"I better take my pill while I'm still here."

She did, smiling at me, and then we held hands again. As we left the bathroom, she glanced at him again - now more relaxed - with another, softer snort and suggested:

"I guess we don't have to put on much for dinner."

"We don't have to put on anything, if you want."

She glanced up at me and responded:

"Really? ... I guess not, ... if you want," and she snickered and squeezed my hand.

I set the table while she started the steaks. "Ouch!" she cried once when I was at the table, and then called: "I should have put on an apron at least; damned fat," and then she snickered. 

While she dished up, I opened the bottle of wine, recalling the first dinner with Martha, at first thinking that it had been nude, but then remembering that we had put on something. I poured the wine as she sat down, Sandy snickering slightly as she watched my cock above the edge of the table as I returned to my chair. Then she looked at me, and we raised our glasses:

"Here's to us, ... here's looking at you," I toasted. She snorted slightly with a nod and repeated: "To us, ... and looking at you," and we drank.

She had prepared a potato salad and a green salad, with the steaks, a nice meal. We didn't say much during the first few bites, just looking at each other, smirking occasionally. When her nipples tightened once, I smiled pointedly, wondering what might have crossed her mind, especially when she glanced down at them with soft "um-hmm" to herself, and then said:

"This is certainly different, nice, ... I like it, but I feel sort of like that girl in the painting "Breakfast in the Park," at least like I always had imagined she must have felt."

"Manet, but the men were all dressed. I used to wonder about that: how she felt; and how the men did; and how the artist justified the scene."

"Um-hmm, kind of funny. They looked very posed, probably painted separately in his studio. Well, that's what I learned in my art appreciation course. Yeah, Manet, of course. How did you know?"

"I don't just study the nudes in the museums, I read the labels if I like them - the nudes, ... like you."

Her nipples tightened again, and she smiled, maybe a little smugly, and we returned to eating. After a few more bites, she looked up and asked:

"Oh, what do you want for dessert? Ice cream, a pear?"

"Just you."

She grinned with a nod as she responded:

"Just me? Yeah, well, that too," and she grinned again: "but for dessert?"

"Just you, ... nice and juicy, I hope."

"Oh! Me? ... Like that? ... You want to ... , me, for dessert?!"

"Um-hmm, just you, ... like that."

She looked at me for a moment with a silent "oh" on her lips, and then asked:

"You like it, you want it, ..." continuing as I smiled and nodded: "... I never ..., no one ever ..."

"Maybe you should have asked," I interrupted her.

"Yeah, maybe. ... And you really like it?"

"Almost as much as ..." and I left the sentence unfinished.

Again, her mouth formed a silent "oh" for a moment, and then she voiced it:

"Oh? ... You mean, ... uh, ... like for my dessert?"

"I was thinking of something else, ... but since you suggested it."

She looked flustered, blushing apparently at her having anticipated that I had meant something else; that she had immediately assumed that is what I had meant; that my response implied that her question could be an offer. Her "I never ..., no one ever ..." had made it clear that that she didn't have experience, but also wasn't rejecting the idea, at least, of my having my dessert. And as she continued, it seemed that she was more curious than disinclined: 

"Oh, ... and girls like it, ... to do it? I know it tastes funny, but ..., they like to do it?"

"Some of them, at least. ... You know it tastes funny?"

Sandy grinned with a nod, maybe pleased to be on familiar ground after her surprised questions.

"Yeah, of course, and I liked it - it has been a couple of years - but I never, ... uh, ... did it to a man. It didn't occur to me when I might could have, and after that, ... well, ... no one asked me, ... and I - we - usually didn't have time for anything else - if you know what I mean - and it wasn't till this spring that I heard of people who really did it - were said to do it."

Sandy smiled at me brightly, and reached for her glass, but it was empty. I quickly refilled both glasses, and then almost simultaneously we both said "Skaal," and drank. After she put down her glass, she looked up and said:

"If you want me to, I am curious. At least I know that I won't mind the taste. Somewhere I heard that some girls think it is terribly yucky and probably think a ..., it's dirty."

"Good reason for an early shower." 

She snorted with smile at the reference to our earlier conversation, while I recognized her avoidance of the use of a four letter word, and let my own curiosity show:

"How did you discover that it tastes funny?"

"You really want to know?"

"Sure, and especially since you don't mind the way it tastes, maybe you have a secret that could be useful for others."

"I doubt it, and I had sort of forgotten about it till recently ..."

"Looking for an old fantasy? I've been going through my files recently."

"You know too many girls." 

She - we - took a good sip of wine.

"So what did you remember?"

"When I really started making out - the spring I turned eighteen - once my boyfriend and I were alone in his house. Till then, we had only kissed outside after parties, but this time we had the chance to lie down and go further. I wanted him to hold my breast, but it took a while before he got up the nerve to, but then he did, and I wanted to touch him, to hold his ..., him. Of course, I had felt it between us when we were embracing, but when he started to hold my breast through my bra and shirt, I found his ... cock, just holding it through his pants, but it was exciting, and it was excited, moving under my hand. Well, he came real quick, not that I understood what had happened, and he was a little flustered, not telling me, and then his mother came home, so we had to stop.

"But the next chance we had, of course, we were like that again very quickly, and when he opened my shirt and held me through my bra, I opened his fly, and then he pushed my bra up and held my bare breast and didn't object when I pulled down the front of his jockey shorts.

"Wow, exciting, touching his bare penis, exploring with my fingers around its funny head as he rubbed my nipple, exciting me. But it was more exciting for him, suddenly shooting my hand full - I didn't know a word for it yet - and again and again as his hips jerked. 'Real wow!' I remember thinking."

Sandy and I both took another drink of wine, snickering at her story.

"And then?"

"And then he just held my breast, and I cupped my full hand around him, somehow thinking I should save it or not let it get on his clothes, and asked him: 'What do I do now?' 'I'll give you my handkerchief,' he finally suggested and fished it out of his pocket. With my other hand, I tried to collect the thick, sticky liquid from my hand and then wipe up what else I could find, touching his pubic hair for the first time, and then discovering how his cock had become soft and smaller. Finally, I took the sopping handkerchief out of his pants - it wasn't a very big one.

"Of course, I was curious; I knew that I didn't smell of pee when I played with myself, so I held it to my nose and sniffed at it: strange, funny, but it was his. I'm afraid that I was really thinking: 'it's a man's, my first 'man's, not caring so much that it was my boyfriend's. I pressed my nose in the wet cloth, intrigued with the smell and the thought that I had made him come.

"When he reached to take it from me, I clutched it and said that I wanted to keep it, so he let me. I realized that it would be a problem to get it home without leaving its odor in my purse, but then thought to empty the Kleenexes from my packet. That was good, it was still just as wet and smelly in the evening when I got it out again."

We snickered and grinned at each other, nodding. I emptied the rest of the wine in our glasses, and we drank again, both now almost unconscious of our nudity as Sandy continued:

"Well, you can imagine what I did that night, with his handkerchief draped over my nose, and better than ever before, now with an impression of what a cock was really like."

She snickered: 

"At least two fingers," and I snickered out loud at her openness and agreed:

"At least two." She laughed with a nod:

"Yeah, but I didn't find out with him.

"After a couple of nights, the odor had weakened, but we found a chance to refresh it - about the same situation - but I wanted more, to really see it. 

"How come I'm telling you all this? ... I never told anyone about this, ... or anything else. ... Well, just my girlfriend, admitting that we had done that much, the first time, ... but no details.

"You asked what I want for dessert."

"Hm-hmm! Oh, yeah. Kind of fun to tell, though, ... and to remember."

"Um-hmm. And then?"

"We had gone with our bikes to a swimming pool and knew we had the afternoon to ourselves, but not there for what we wanted to do, and I wanted him finally to really help me - not just through my panties. Maybe he was worried about my cherry, but I could show him that that was no longer a problem - if we just got the right chance. So I got him a little aroused at the pool, and then suggested we go somewhere else.

"He agreed, of course, and maybe had been planning the same thing. When we had packed up and were on our bikes, he took the lead and turned off on a farm track between almost ripe wheat fields, and then stopped, telling me that nobody could find us if we didn't tread on the stalks near the track. He picked up my bike, over his head, and carefully entered the field, as I followed with our things, feeling that it was all a little unromantic, especially when he told me to flatten down the stalks while he went back for his bike. I did so, spreading our towels out on them and wondering how we would get back in the mood again.

"We just had shirts on over our bathing suits and took them off. Then he reminded me that we had to sit down, so that we couldn't be seen. And then we lay down on the uncomfortable wheat stalks, and pretty soon were in each other's arms. When he unzipped my bathing suit, of course, I was half naked - and enjoying it - and then told him that I wanted to see him - 'all of him' - and that I wanted him to see me."

"I've heard that before," I broke in with a chuckle.

"I bet," Sandy agreed with a grin, and we both had a sip of wine before she continued:

"We were still a little embarrassed as we each took off our bathing suits, but then it was just fun, finally seeing his cock and balls, his cock standing up as he sat there, and proudly showing my breasts. He said that he had been surprised when he first saw my pubic hair, and then we started to fondle each other, soon lying down, and then I had my head on his chest and was watching my hand on his cock.

"I had learned not to make him come so fast, and it was funny to see, moving his skin up and down a little. Well, I got to see it, really good, squirting again and again. I guess I knew that it was white, but it was still a surprise to see how far it shot. He was accustomed to my smelling it, and I had no problems with the way it smelt, on the contrary, so it just seemed natural to want to taste it, and it wasn't much different, and so sexy, making him come like that and then licking it up. Maybe it surprised him a little that time - we went back there until the field was mown After that, I tried to catch it in my mouth, but it never occurred to me to do anything else. And I don't think we even consider really having sex, but I showed him how to help me, better than I could myself."

Sandy smiled, almost a little triumphantly, and emptied her glass, as I quickly emptied mine. After a moment of looking at each other - we had long since finished our dinner - at once, we both asked: "Dessert?" and then both almost laughed out loud at our common thought.

"How do you want your?" Sandy asked.

"On the table."

"On the table?"

"Where do you usually eat dessert?"

She snickered cheerfully and responded:

"Then we better clear the table."

As we started to, she said softly:

"But I want to ... want mine first. I've been thinking about it. If it's ..., your dessert is good as I hope, I may not be interested afterwards."

She looked at me questioningly, and then added: "Is that okay?"

"Of course. ... Actually a good idea - another one. If my dessert is maybe not as good as you hope, well, then I can try to make up for it later."

"Hmm!" she responded with a grin, and then we soon had the table cleared.

Despite our nudity and all the innuendoes and her story and the clear understanding about what would happen next, I - my cock - wasn't aroused when we returned to the table. She looked at it and then up at me and raised her eyebrows questioningly.

"We could kiss again, first," I suggested: "but if you are really curious, it may be more fun to start the way he is."

Sandy snickered with a smile and nod, replying:

"That was what I was wondering about. You must have read my mind. Yeah, that's what I want to do. ... Hm-hmm, ... have my dessert on the table!"

She grinned, and I perched my ass on the edge of the table. For a moment, her eyes darted back and forth from my face to my cock as she licked her lips, then she reached out and fondled him, now not quite as small as before, then chuckled as he grew a little longer. When I spread my legs, her fingers slipped down around my balls, moving them in my soft sack.

"I better sit down for my dessert," Sandy murmured and found the chair with her other hand and shoved it in place, glancing up at me as she sat down. Then she looked back at what her hand was doing and remarked softly:

"This is going to be fun," and joggled my balls back and forth.

"Um-hmm, not just fun."

"Um-hmm," she agreed with another glance up at me, smirking.

Her fingers slipped up and raised him, now quite full, and she leaned down and kissed him on top of his head, and then nibbled up with her lips, burying her nose in my hair, sniffing so that I could feel it.

"Nice, man smell," she murmured as her lips moved back down him, snorting softly when he rose slightly from her fingers. Then I felt her tongue moving in the groove, exploring, following it a little in both directions, and he was no longer resting on her fingers. Her lips and tongue moved onto his head, and he surged, pressing up against them. She snorted in appreciation - I felt the soft puff of her breath - and her fingers crept under my balls again, gathering in the skin so that she could cup them in her hand, reminding me that she certainly had experience with doing that. Her lips slid over his head, and her tongue found my little slit. After a moment, she murmured, more to herself than to me:

"Nice. Now I remember seeing that, but didn't taste it. Anyone would like that," and her tongue returned to taste it.

"Um-hmm, ... real nice for me, ... and that you are in no hurry. You know, it just gets better the longer it takes."

"Hn-hnn" she chuckled and squeezed my balls gently and then let them slip from her grasp and drew at the skin of my sack with her fingers, then experimenting with rolling it between her finger tips and stretching it - kind of funny to watch below her lips, that were holding the tip of my cock as her tongue moved on my hole.

I thought that she was going to take him in her mouth now, but her tongue slid under him, and she pressed him up with her mouth, trying to hold him still as her tongue rubbed behind his head.

"Oooh! That's good!" I whispered: "That's his most sensitive place."

"Um-hmm!" Sandy acknowledge and continued for moment, making him surge a couple of times, then she chuckled and raised her head with a grin:

"Suddenly I remembered about that - with him. He could hardly stand it when I touched him there. Once I made him come just by rubbing there with one finger, his cock just twitching and twitching," and she grinned again.

"I bet, ... you pricktease, but you'll miss your dessert if you try that with me, ... or get it up your nose, if you do it with your tongue like that."

Sandy laughed and shook my balls and cock with her grip of my sack.

"No fear, no way; I'm not going to miss the best part. Geez, I wish I had known about this back then; it's too good: feeling you, knowing I'm making you aroused. And it was your idea to start at the beginning, ... for curiosity's sake."

"Um-hmm," I agreed, smiling back at her, delighted with her attitude.

"Um-hmm," she agreed, and shook my balls again, but the wagging of my cock caught her eye:

"Oh, I guess I have been talking too long," and she did it again so that he wagged further, both of us chuckling about it. Then she caught him with her other hand and with a glance up at me took him in her mouth. 

"Ummm!" I sighed as her tongue found where it had been before, first just the tip, and then as she took him deeper, the rough surface of her tongue moving on him. He stiffened again, and then surged in her warm mouth, and she nodded with a hum and sucked him deeper, squeezing him with her hand when he surged again. And then her head was moving on him while I watched, feeling her holding his head to her palate with her tongue, both of them rubbing him. Slowly, deliberately her head moved, and in slow rhythm he surged. Then my hips started to move - pure reflex - as I felt my balls draw up.

"Stop! Stretch my sack!" I whispered urgently and held her head still. With a quick nod, she caught my tight skin with her fingers.

"Stretch it real hard. It won't hurt." 

Sandy nodded again and did, rolling the skin between her fingers as it loosened. When my arousal had subsided somewhat, I gently encouraged her to move her head again. As she resumed her motion, I whispered again:

"Thanks. Maybe you will get an extra helping for that."

Sandy chuckled deep in her throat and gathered my balls in her hand as her head moved on my cock, now more insistently. And my cock began to surge again. I wanted to arouse her by asking if her pussy was going all moist, but all I could do was gasp an encouraging "Good!" between my aroused gasps and moans, and then I tried to warn her when I felt my balls draw up again and felt my first ejaculation coming. With a gasped "Now!" I started to come - suddenly remembering that Martha had said that she had tasted it before the first spurt.




Sandy Ch. 02



Sandy gave a sharp "uhnn!" and squeezed my cock as she continued to move her head, receiving each following spurt with a less aroused "unnn" as though she were just appreciating them. Finally I had to hold her head still, but I felt her tongue still moving, and I saw a few drops slip past the corners of her mouth as she drew her head up a bit and let her tongue wash around the head of my cock as she hummed.

Finally, she let him slip from between her lips and looked up at me with a satisfied expression as she licked her lips. Then after a moment, she swallowed and then snorted and smiled, but still didn't speak. Then she looked down at her hands and gently fondled my balls as she stroked him with her other hand. Then with another mild snort, she looked back up at me:

"I guess I did it right, at least you sure came. Did I get my extra helping?"

"You must have. You deserved it. You got all there was; that's for sure,thank you! I hope you enjoyed it."

"Oh, I sure did! Thank you! I went all wet; it was so arousing. I've been missing something, and my boyfriend, too."

Suddenly, Sandy looked a chagrined and then said apologetically:

"Oh, I shouldn't have said that. Sorry," and looked at me a little mournfully.

I took her arms and drew her up, drawing her to me with my calves around her hips:

"That's all right. He will, ... and we know what we are doing."

"I'm not so sure," she replied softly, as I embraced her. 

But when I kissed her, she showed no reluctance, tilting her head and opening her mouth, letting my tongue taste what she had just done, caressing it and then eagerly extending hers into my mouth, her arms clutching my head to hers. When we came up for air, I murmured:

"Now I want my dessert; I want to taste your warm, wet pussy, and make it even wetter.

"Mmmm!" she responded and thrust her tongue in my mouth again as though suggesting what she wanted me to do. 

We loosened our embrace, and I let my feet find the floor. Turning together, I helped her up on the table. She watched as I dropped to my knees and then opened her thighs as I nuzzled my face in her pubic hair. When she felt my tongue exploring in her hair and then seeking to go lower, she leaned back on her elbows, rocking her hips up to let it.

"Mmmm!" we both hummed when it slipped down onto bare skin, and then further, tasting her already on her still closed pussy lips, just once down them and then seeking to get between them, coming up between them, sliding in her wet crevice, finding her soft inner lips, delighting in exploring around and between them. I opened my eyes and looked at her face. Hers were closed, but then opened when my tongue stilled and I whispered:

"This is the way girls are meant to be kissed; lips naturally cross-wise."

"Hm-hmm! It sure is, and better than being kissed on the mouth."

I kissed her now engorged pussy lips and agreed:

"And than kissing one."

"You really do like it."

"Um-hmm, otherwise I wouldn't have asked for it for dessert."

"Hm-hmm" she chuckled again: "Then help yourself. I'm going to like it too."

And I did, my tongue exploring again as we looked at each other for a moment more, and then her eyes closed again and she lay back flat on the table. I raised her thighs, and she let her calves just hang, brushing my shoulders and then finding them with her feet. I held her hips like a big watermelon and buried my face in her pussy. Her thighs flopped open, exposing her cunt to my eager tongue, finding where it had been already and then discovering her hole, lapping back and forth over it and then thrusting in it, as I pressed my face between her wet pussy lips. Oooh, she liked that, gasping slightly; and her pussy liked it, moving, wanting my tongue as deep as it could go, and trying to hold it.

Oh, it was going to be good fucking her, I thought, aware that my cock was already stiff again; good to fuck it in such a responsive pussy; and it was so good to be eating such a juicy pussy again! I hadn't realized how much I had been missing this after almost two weeks with my sister and Martha. And Sandy had been missing something, too, recalling her first sexual experience for fantasies, now without her boyfriend. How many had she had, had fucked her? 

Enough so that she knew what she had been missing and wanted it without too many thoughts about love. But none had done this, and my tongue tried to make it an even better first time experience.

And she was loving it, rolling her hips up to let me get as deep as possible in her juicy hole, and then down, wanting me to find her clitoris. I raised my head slightly and did, and she gasped, her thighs twitching. I flickered my eyelids to free them from her juice and looked up past her pubic hair and saw that she was clutching her breasts, squeezing her aroused nipples as my tongue caressed her firm little button, but it wasn't so little, I could get my lips around it and suck, just the tip of my tongue moving on it. Her hips jerked, so that I lost it, but I found it again, and could feel that she was trying to control her reflexes to let me stay on it, but her hips and thighs still twitched. Did she want it now, or could she stand my teasing her by going back the her hole?

My tongue slipped between my lips and down. Yes, she rolled her hips up again, letting it find it, and pressing it against my tongue, then holding it again. I loved her uninhibited pleasure at having oral sex - and at doing it too! Almost as if she had read my thoughts, she sighed with a long moan and then said:

"Oh, God, that's good! You really want me to come in your face?"

"Um-hmmm!" I hummed emphatically in her pussy.

"Hm-hm-hmmm. Finger fuck."

"Um-hmm," I agreed, and then thrust my tongue a last time into her, and then found her inner lips and sucked and nibbled on them, and then found her clitoris, circling it with my tongue, making her pelvis twitch as my fingers found her hole and easily slipped into her slippery vagina.

"Uhnnn!" Sandy responded with a contraction of her whole body, making me lose her sensitive button again, and twitching again strongly when I tried to suck onto to it as my fingers explored in her. For a few moments, she managed to hold still, just moaning and breathing deeply, but then with a gasp, her thighs flew up, wagging near my ears, and then as it got better for her, clutching them, clapping together on my head as I sucked and nibbled, and my fingers screwed in her, and by habit my thumb found her asshole before I thought about how she would react to that, but her surprised little moan - additional moan - sounded positive, and then her asshole and vagina were contracting, and she began to spurt with muffled cries. I managed to open my eyes and saw that she had the back of one hand pressed to her mouth, while the other still clutched her breast, pinching and pulling on her nipple as she spurted all over my hand, again and again. I thought that her orgasm must be almost over, but suddenly she cried out: 

"Fuck me! Fuck me!"

and drew her thighs up, holding them with her hands.

I had just the briefest time to look at her open pussy as I rose, not really pretty - an aroused, engorged and dripping cunt - but as I had thought with my tutee, it always looks very attractive and inviting when one is about to eat it - or to fuck it - and Sandy wanted hers to be fucked, holding her thighs back to present it to me, and still gasping as she looked up at me expectantly. I plunged into her, and she cried out:

"Oh, God, yes! Fuck me!"

And I did, more violently than ever before, from my own arousal and because it seemed to be the way she wanted it, the way her clutching cunt wanted it; she was repeating softly but insistently: "fuck, fuck, fuck, ...", more to herself, but suggesting the pace she wanted. She continued to hold her thighs, and I grasped her aroused breasts, now rosy and engorged with stiff, erect nipples that I wanted to suck, but I wouldn't have been able to keep such a tempo if I leaned over her. Her second orgasm started almost immediately, clutching my cock harder than on my fingers and flooding my balls before they drew up, still swinging against her ass, but then before hers finished, I felt them tighten, and then I came, my cock surging and spurting, surging so that she couldn't help but recognize my release in the grasp of her vagina.

Then it was over for her too. Gasping and still moaning, she released her legs and drew me down over her, hooking her feet behind my ass. After a few more gasps to recover, she drew my head down and covered my mouth with kisses, licking her love juice from around my mouth and nose and then giving me a deep kiss.

"The eyes, too," I suggested when she had retrieved her tongue. She snorted and licked them each, and then hugged me to her.

Her pussy clutched me once, and she said:

"Oh, he's still there, nice, ... nice fucking cock," and she clutched him again, but he slipped out with an audible slurp, dripping on my foot as Sandy chuckled.

I rose up a bit, looking down at her, and we both smiled, apparently agreed that mutual thanks were unnecessary, but then I snorted and said:

"Oh, and thank you for the delightful dessert."

Sandy grinned and stuck her tongue out at me: 

"As though you didn't think I had more pleasure serving it," and we both laughed.

"Help me up. I think I might slip off the table if I just try to sit up."

I did, taking her still hot body in my arms, feeling perspiration on her back, and then her wet ass, so wet that she recognized it from the movement of my fingers.

"I'm all wet, down my thighs now, too. We need another shower," she murmured.

"Um-hmm, after such a workout."

"Hmm! I guess so. It sure was a good one; I don't know if I ever ... 'worked out" so long before. ... Oh, once maybe, but he was drunk - me too - and just kept trying. That doesn't count."

"Hm-umm," I agreed, and then suggested that we should clean up the table first.

"Oh, yeah, another good idea," she agreed and glanced at me with a smirk.

As we wiped up the table, still smirking when we glanced at each other, Sandy said:

"Oh, that was good - about stretching your sack - I should have known about that back then, too."

I just nodded, and for a few moments she was silent, apparently recalling what had happened, since her next remark was:

"Uh, ... mmm, ... that with your thumb was good too. ... I didn't know what to think, but wasn't thinking much at that point, and it felt good, ... but I guess you knew that."

I nodded again with a smile and agreed:

"I hoped so. After I did, I wasn't sure how you would respond, but you've told me now."

"Hmm! Um-hmm, good enough to want it next time, too."

I expected her to glance at me after mentioning a "next time", but she didn't, leaving me uncertain whether or not she was thinking we would have one. Then she mentioned the moist spot on the patterned carpeting, exploring it with her toes, I told that I didn't think it would leave a spot. She snorted at my admission of experience, but didn't say anything as she nonetheless gave it a rub with a freshly rinsed dishcloth.

On the way to the bathroom, I asked:

"Is this 'yet' now?"

"Hmm! It sure is. That just slipped out, but I guess it said it all, that I was thinking about it."

"It did, and I liked it; kind of subtle."

"Not very."

"No, not as subtle as the open doors and freshly made bed, and your undies lying around, ... oh, and your saying that you were leaving a towel in the bedroom, suggesting I find them."

"Did I? Not consciously."

"All the better; it still worked ... out."

By then, we were already in the bathtub, and I recognized that I needed to go, and said so. Sandy snorted with a grin and said:

"Go here. I've seen it before. We went in the wheat field together. Hm-hmm, and I went here before; I didn't want to close the door, and didn't want to be that obvious about it."

"Very subtle," I replied, and then relaxed, and my stream sprang out, hitting Sandy's leg.

"We didn't do that," she remarked, but then grinned again, as though she were enjoying it, and after a moment her own stream flowed, splattering down on my ankle and foot. We let them flow as we looked at each other, smiling.

"Raunchy," Sandy murmured, and playfully gave my cock a shove, making its stream swing back and forth.

"Yeah, but liking anything having to do with it," I responded, not liking that I had repeated something said to Martha and my sister, but the similar situation called forth the same response.

"Um-hmm."

She turned to turned on the water as I closed the shower curtain. When she reached for the soap, I said "no soap", explaining that I couldn't go home smelling too fresh. She understood immediately, and then we washed each other thoroughly, starting with our sexual parts, and then rinsing the sweat off each other, when I followed the water down to her ass and rinsed between them, touching her asshole, she snickered and did the same to me, murmuring again: "next time." This time it seemed clear that she was thinking of one for us, and I agreed: "next time," and we both smiled.



Sandy Ch. 02



Sandy

Chapter two

I worked the whole July Fourth weekend. Partly it was previously scheduled time, partly filling in for a couple of others so they could have the whole weekend. After all, they would be filling in for me. We only had a couple 'car vs. poles' and neither resulted in major outages, and luckily no one died. (I always hated it when someone was seriously injured, a death was just devastating.)

I got home late, crashed, and slept in on Tuesday. All the way to eight. The kids made sure I woke without actually coming into the room. You know; out in the hall and talking a bit louder than necessary.

While I woke with coffee and a bear claw, I noticed Karen had almost everything crammed into the van, and the kids waiting impatiently. Basically we were ready to go; just waiting for our guest.

About twenty minutes after eight she arrived; all smiles and ready. I couldn't help but notice her legs as she popped out of her car; slim and nicely shaped but no tan at all. She wore well-worn runner's shoes and at the other end of my eye journey were clingy nylon running shorts. She caught me studying her; and with a small smile did a slow turn. "Well, do you think I'm acceptable where we're going?"

With a slight cough and a quick 'ahem' I could only reply with the truth; "You would be acceptable anywhere." Only later did I realize she wore an oversized sweat shirt.

Karen came out of the house, exclaiming; "Oh good, you're here. We can get going. I see you wore shorts. Aren't they just so comfortable for driving?"

That's when I realized Karen also wore her running shorts and shoes. The thought of Karen and her legs next to me as we drove just started percolating in my brain when she announced she would ride with Sandy and lead the way.

Dang! Oh well, I couldn't do anything with the kids in the car. MJ tried calling "Shotgun", but Katie just jumped up front, ignoring her big brother.

Following Karen's lead we headed south and east, into the mountains. Three hours and several course changes later, we arrived. The 'cabin' was a two story, log cabin style chalet. Set back at the tree line, the cabin faced down a gentle grassy slope to a quiet cove on a large lake. "The map indicates Larry owns all the land on this cove and back to that ridge line."

"Wow! How can he afford this on his salary?"

"He said this was his parents for thirty-some years. Now it's his."

"Looking round, I think we should be paying to use this. I mean, yeah, Larry Browner is a nice guy, but just keeping this up must be expensive."

Karen looked around. "He never told me it was this nice. He did say if we liked it, maybe we could work out a time-share deal, but I didn't want to mention it on day one. But now you know so just keep it in mind, we can decide in a week or two."

Sandy had been standing quietly next to Karen; her eyes taking everything in, almost holding her breath. MJ was running all over, his sister right behind them. Their whoops told us when they found the canoe. Of course they wanted to get it on the water right away, but Karen put on her "Momma" face, and insisted we get unpacked.

Dragging luggage in; we stepped through a vestibule with a bench; obviously a place to remove boots or muddy shoes. That led into a cozy living room; large, with many windows facing out on the lake. Large, comfortable couches and chairs were scattered about; some facing the windows, others facing a rock faced fireplace in a side wall. Opposite the windows and on one side of the room was a full kitchen behind a breakfast bar. A table and chairs were in a corner. A stairway led to the upper floor.

Leading back in the house, a hallway led to two bedrooms and a full bath, and a small laundry room, and then out to a small deck looking into the woods. The kids sorted who got which; tossing bags on their beds and trying to escape, but quickly caught by their mom and put to work.

Karen, Sandy and I went upstairs where we found two large bedrooms; sharing a large common bath. The only difference seemed to be one faced the lake, and the other faced the mountains in the distance. Sandy offered to take the mountain facing room, and Karen was happy with the other. I'd have been happy with either.

After a quick unpack, the kids renewed their explorations while we adults organized the kitchen and unpacked in our rooms.

I found a sheet of instructions on the breakfast bar, but I don't think they were just for us; they were more like a checklist with notes. There were reminders of flipping breakers for the roof top solar panels and lights, open valves for the water pump and solar water heater, open valves for sewage system, and open the valve for the propane system.

I was amazed! Sure it was a nice looking place, but I hadn't seen sign of power lines for miles, and expected wood stoves and kerosene lamps. The only things missing were TVs and phones. Speaking of which - checking my cell, I had three bars. Much better reception than I had hoped for (not that I was planning on using it). The kids weren't going to be happy, but I didn't mind.

*****

Dinner was fairly simple; burgers, baked potatoes, pie for desert. The kids adapted to DIY entertainment quickly; they just went outside and played. Sandy and Karen sat on a couch; looking out over the lake slowly turning colors as sunset neared. I poured everyone some wine and joined them, one on each side. Hey, I wanted to watch the view also!

Every now and then the kids would come running past a window, and when the light got low enough Karen called them in; sending MJ and Katie to their rooms to clean up and head for bed. When I checked half an hour later, Katie was fast asleep, and MJ fighting to stay awake. He gave up and was asleep before I closed his door.

I rejoined the ladies with more wine, sitting in the middle again. After just a few minutes, both were leaning against me; their feet tucked up on the couch, the only thing I could do was put arms around their shoulders and hold them to me while we quietly went over the day. Life is tough.

Eventually we staggered off to bed.

*****

The first morning at the lake began with the kids waiting impatiently for breakfast, and Karen mumbling; "They know how to make cereal. I'm on vacation." And then disappearing back under the blankets.

I rubbed sleep from my eyes. Stumbling around in an unfamiliar room; I banged my shins on a chair that shouldn't be there, walked into a wall where the door was supposed to be, and had Karen mumbling about "Some idiot getting killed."

I finally slipped on my shorts, found the door and the bathroom and did my morning routine, and went down to the kitchen. A cute pixie in a long tee shirt was serving Katie and MJ breakfast. Viewed from behind, the shirt still concealed much, but hints of a taut butt above her exposed (and shapely) legs, and the swell of hips from a slim waist were definitely interesting. When she turned, small put pointy breasts pushed against the material.

When my eyes moved up a little more, Sandy was studying my face, and answered my smile with a shy one of her own. The real surprise came when she pressed lightly against me; kissing my cheek and whispering, "Good morning." Her hands rested against my chest, and I naturally encircled her waist with an arm.

"Good morning to you too; I thought you'd sleep in."

"No," She laughed, "I'm normally up by now, but those two were just noisy enough to guarantee it. So I helped them find breakfast. Can I get you something?"

Slowly releasing her, I asked for coffee, saying we could have more when Karen rose.

Several times she caught me studying her as I waited for coffee. When she sat next to me, she asked if I liked the way she looked.

Looking her in those beautiful eyes, I nodded, then said; "Yes. No offense, but you're even better looking than I realized."

"Thank you." She said, kissing me on the cheek. "I usually dress like this at home, and didn't think about it until you came in. Then I waited to see if you were upset."

"Upset? Why would I be upset?"

"You know ... in front of the kids. And besides ... I don't have much of a figure."

"Who doesn't have a figure?" said Karen, entering the kitchen and going straight for the coffee. Instantly, Sandy jumped up and ran upstairs.

"Sandy."

"You told her she doesn't have a figure? Why would you do that? Of course she does ..."

"Whoa! I didn't say that, she did. I didn't have a chance to reply when you came in."

"Oh, I'm sorry. Where did she go?"

"You came in, she jumped and ran. That's all I know."

A couple minutes later Sandy reappeared; only now she was in shorts and sweatshirt.

Sandy stepped into the kitchen, half-disappearing behind the breakfast bar (to my disappointment). Karen joined her, and the pair cranked out eggs, toast and more coffee in short order.

By the time they brought the food to the table Katie and MJ had gone to their rooms to dress. Karen and Sandy sat opposite me at the table, and we discussed the coming day as we ate. After clearing the dishes, Karen sat next to Sandy again and in her direct manner said; "Sandy, you have an excellent figure. Why would you think otherwise?"

"I have no ... no..."

"Breasts?"

"Yes, I mean no, I mean ... oh, you know ... none."

"Hmm, you and I are going to have long talk."

"Mark honey, why don't you and the monsters go exploring? We need some girl time here."

*****

The kids could hardly wait to show me what they had already found; on the far side of the cabin was a smallish shed with a canoe and two kayaks on stands, their paddles on racks nearby. Another rack held a bunch of life jackets segregated by size. I found the cabin's water pump and solar battery pack in a corner.

Looking the battery setup over, I found there was actually a double circuit: tracing it out, one side was switched; that would be the full array feeding batteries. The other circuit seemed to work as a trickle charger; keeping the batteries up under no load.

The kids really didn't care about all that; they just wanted to drag out a boat. I opted for further exploration; wanting to see what else could be discovered. Saving the lake for later, we circled up and through the trees. There were several well-worn paths leading off deeper into the woods, and one that paralleled the tree line. We followed that one until it turned abruptly at a small rock face. Between us and the wall, a stream flowed towards the lake. Scattered over the face were engraved names and dates; some so overgrown with moss they could barely be read, others dated just a year or so past.

Following on brought us out at the lake on a small point jutting into the water. I just stood there, breathing in the air and the silence. That lasted until MJ let out a whoop and a pair of ducks flew off in a hurry. Obviously, if I want silence, I'll have to gag him and hang him from a tree. Preferably by his heels.

Just kidding, he's a good kid but he can't always contain all his energy.

We circled back towards the cabin along the shore line. This part was fairly open with just some grass in the water. I doubted there would be many fish caught along here. In front of the cabin was a rough but serviceable floating dock extending about fifteen feet into the lake. Walking out, it felt 'tippy', but secure. I already pictured MJ trying to rock it; just to hear his sister scream. Knowing Katie, she'd probably wait and get him back. Looking down, bottom was barely discerned, a few shadows swam through the grass.

I looked around; surely there would be somewhere I could go that would be quiet. Or, I could just crack down on these two and insist they respect the place. Riight. That'll work.

Looking up toward the cabin; Karen and Sandy were sitting out on the porch, and when she saw me looking their way, Karen waved a coffee cup in the air.

Ahh, the all clear.

"You guys can mess around down here, but stay off the dock for now; I'm not sure how safe it is. I'm going up to your mom."

Lazily walking up the slope, I saw two smiling women ahead of me. Whatever the talk had been about, it seemed to have been amicable.

Sandy ducked in as I neared, and came back out with coffee as I stepped up. There were several rustic wooden chairs and tables on the wide porch, and we sat watching the kids; our pale legs outstretched. Looking out; several ducks swam along the shore to our left, crows harassed an eagle over the trees on the far side, and further up another eagle (or large hawk) circled.

After a deep breath I quietly mussed; "I could get used to this real easy."

"Sandy and I were saying the same thing. I like this; it's such a change from town."

"Thanks for inviting me along. I've never been in the woods before. I can't believe how quiet it is."

We sat, absorbed in our own thoughts, until the kids ran up asking for lunch.

*****

After lunch, the kids and I carried the canoe down to the lake. Dressed in shorts, tees and life jackets, we set off on another exploration; this time along the shoreline. With MJ in the bow Katie in the middle, and myself in the stern, we moved along fairly well. I'd brought three paddles, and once clear of shore, I showed them how to stroke, and then let them work for a while. It only took a few minutes to tire them, so I took over again. We did that several times until we returned.

It'd been years since I last paddled a canoe, and it didn't take long after I sat on the porch again that every muscle from my waist up began aching. Well, it wasn't just me aching; the kids began squirming in discomfort also. Karen is often very quick in noticing things, and she asked if we all needed some massage. When all three of us nodded, she called the kids to her, and asked Sandy if she could take care of me.

That girl has soft hands. I stripped off my tee and sat on the edge of the porch. Sandy sat behind me, her legs outside mine. Instantly I felt the warmth of her bare legs against mine. It was different, yet familiar; there is no other feeling in the world like that of a woman's legs.

She began at my shoulders and worked down my arms, then returned to my shoulders and down my back. All I could do, all I wanted to do, was surrender to her touch. At one point Karen's voice gently said; " Sandy honey, as much as he's melting in your hands, you're still going to have to be a little firmer if that massage is going relax any muscles."

"Oh, I'm sorry." she half whispered.

"No, it's okay. He'll survive. Just a little more pressure; just to let him know you're there."

Believe me, I knew she was there. She pressed into my muscles more, and it did feel good, but she moved slower; drawing out each stroke. I've only had a few massages in my life; that was the most personal one ever.

Soon Karen had finished both kids, sending them in to clean up. Sandy was still rubbing my back and neck; the soreness was long gone but I didn't want her to stop; it felt that good. "Sandy, if you don't stop, he's going to melt right before your eyes. I'll go see if the kids are ready for dinner while you finish."

Slowly she stopped rubbing, but rather than stand up, she leaned in against me, encircling my waist and laying her cheek against my shoulder. Automatically, my hands covered hers; holding her in place. I truly did not want time to move; there was such a feeling around us of peace and tranquility. But gradually she withdrew; as if called back to reality. After she left I just sat; looking out at the lake and wondering at the moment.

*****

The next few days flowed into a sameness we all enjoyed. The kids swam, played in the boat, or roamed the property. I swam, practiced with one of the kayaks, tried a little fishing, and laid in the sun. Karen and Sandy also swam, and by this point Karen had shed her top; allowing her gorgeous 'B's to take on a golden tan. Sandy was shyer, staying with a modest top. When they weren't swimming or walking around the lake side they often sat in the sun up on the porch talking quietly. By now they had formed a firm bond; you could see they considered each other true friends. Cooking and housekeeping was shared by all, even the kids, and every evening the three of us sat on the porch watching the sunset and talking quietly.

*****

We'd been there four days when Karen asked me to go into the nearby town of Packwood, and restock our groceries. She suggested that Sandy keep me company. "And don't let him buy any junk - if he sees a Twinkie, he has to have one."

Sandy and I laughed about that as we drove the five miles into town. "The secret, Mark, is that I like Twinkies too. Let's split a pack. I won't tell if you don't."

"Ahh, a woman after me own heart, a Twinkie fan."

*****

I found the grocery store half way down the main street. A busy place; this being the height of tourist season, plus I'm sure there are a lot of cabins in the surrounding hills.

Finally finding parking, we strolled arm in arm to the store; Sandy was easy to have around.

We passed a sad looking woman and girl sitting with a rusty colored dog at the corner of the building. They had some sort of sign, but I couldn't read it, so assumed they were begging. Ever since the economy went south a few years before we saw too much of that; people with no recourse but to beg.

A little saddened, Sandy and I did our shopping, but I just didn't want a treat now, and when I mentioned that to Sandy, she agreed; "Can we give them some money instead?"

"My thinking exactly."

They were still sitting in the same spot when we came out. The mother; a woman in her twenties maybe, dressed in jeans, boots and a flannel shirt, the daughter dressed much like her mother, and maybe eight or nine years old. Tear tracks streaked her cheeks. I finally got a look at the sign; "Free dog". The dog was a rust and white Australian Heeler, and the girl held it firmly in her arms

Looking at the mother, despair in her eyes, I asked why they were giving away such a beautiful animal.

"I'm broke. I can just barely feed us. I need to find work, and I don't know where that will be. This is my daughter, Anna; it's breaking her heart, but I don't have a choice."

Sandy's hands clenching on my arm only confirmed what I had already decided. Looking over at Anna, I asked the dog's name. Very shyly she replied; "Katie. My dogs name is Katie."

I pulled my phone from my pocket, flipped through to pictures, a brought up one of my daughter. "Anna, this is my daughter. Her name is Katie also. She's just about your age. I know you don't want to part with your dog, but if you have to, do you think it would be okay if she went to another Katie?"

"Really? Is that her name?"

"Yes, and she has a brother, his name is Mark. Here's a picture of him. What do you think? We'll take good care of her."

Anna looked at us, then her mother, and finally at the dog still in her arms. She gave it a long hug, and then offered me the leash. "She likes having her ears rubbed, and she likes peanut butter cookies."

I turned to the mother. "My Name is Mark, and this is Sandy, we're staying up at the lake for a while. Can I pay you for the dog? How's fifty dollars?"

"At this point, I can't turn it down. Yes, thank you."

"What sort of work do you do?"

"Almost anything. I've been a short order cook, maid at motels, gofer on construction sites. You name it and I've probably tried it."

"Ever been to Tacoma?"

"Oh, in and out; never really stayed there. Is there work?"

"Let me make a call."

"Sandy, will you guys go pick out what we need for the dog? Oh, and get a bunch of Twinkies too."

*****

While they were in the store, I called a friend at the union. "Dick? Mark. Do you still have openings in the apprentice program?... Uh huh. If I send a woman to you, what does she have to do to get in? ... Uh huh. Listen, I'm down here in Packwood, and I met a woman with a child. She needs work, and from what she's told me, she might be perfect for you. ... No, she's just down on her luck. ... Okay, I'll send her your way. I'll buy you a beer when I get back."




Sandy Ch. 02



*****

They came back out with dog food, bowl, treats, and of course Twinkies. We walked over to the van and loaded everything in and after Anna gave Katie a parting hug, she put her in and I helped her close the door. ""Anna, you're doing a good thing for Katie right now. I promise we'll take good care of her. I'm going to give your mom my phone number, and you can call us if you want."

Turning to the woman I said; "I never did get your name ..."

"Janice Miller; and thank you, this helps a little."

"Well if you go to Tacoma, go to the IBEW hall on South Fawcett, Ask for Dick Durant. He's the Business Agent there. He may be able to get you into the Apprentice program there."

She started crying. Not just a little tear, but a full blown, let everything out silently cry. Katie held her mother's hand, wondering what was happening I'm sure. After a few minutes she stopped, wiped her eyes with the heels of her hands, drew an arm over her face and looked at me: "Why? Why are you helping me like this?"

"A long time ago, I was out of work. I had a wife, but fortunately no kids then. Someone sent me to the union. It led to the good job I have now. If this works out for you, maybe sometime in the future you'll get the same chance to help someone. You go see Dick. Nothing is guaranteed except that he'll see you."

She gave me a hug that almost crushed me, and then kissed my cheek. "Thank you, I'll do my best."

I pulled my wallet out, "Here's the money, for the dog, and this is to help you for a couple days."

"No, I can't take this. It's a hundred dollars. I can't"

"You and Anna can find somewhere safe to sleep at night. Go see Dick. Tomorrow."

*****

I gave them all but one package of Twinkies, then Sandy, Katie and I drove away. In my mirror, I could see them watching us go. Katie was on the seat behind me, whining.

We stopped up the road and quietly shared the Twinkies, and I gave the dog a couple treats. She took them, but reluctantly.

Sandy didn't say anything all the way back to the lake. I didn't feel very talkative myself.

*******

Katie was cautious getting out of the van. I held her on a leash, while Karen came out of the cabin. Fortunately the kids were elsewhere. Sandy stood next to me, both hands on my arm. We waited. Karen looked at the three of us; "I know I said no Twinkies, but ... aah ... what's this?"

Sandy squeezed my arm; "Let me explain." And she filled Karen in.

When all was said, Karen knelt to the dog, stroking her head. "What's her name?"

"Katie." Said Sandy and I together.

"You've got to be kidding."

She stood, looked me deep in the eye, and said; "Mark, you're just a big softie, and I love you for that. The kids will be thrilled when they meet Katie." And then she laid the longest, deepest, warmest kisses I've ever had. Then she turned, took Sandy in her arms, and kissed her too!

That's when the kids came around the corner. Talk about Christmas in July! They ran up and then just stopped. "Dad, is that ours?"

"MJ, Katie, I want you to meet Katie. She's an Australian Cattle Dog; the kind known as a Heeler, because they nip at the cattle's heels to herd them. She belonged to a little girl we met in town named Anna. She couldn't keep the dog because her mother didn't have a job anymore. I promised we would take very good care of her."

"Dad, can we change her name? My name is Katie too."

"Hmm, let's do this; you are Katie. She is Katie Dog. That way we tell the two of you apart, and she doesn't have to learn a new name. Does that work with you?"

She nodded her head vigorously, "Can I take her for a walk?"

I handed her the leash. "She doesn't know you yet, so go easy on her, let her sniff everything, and talk to her a lot so she gets used to your voice."

"Come on Katie Dog, I'll show you where we play."

"Dad?"

"Yes MJ?"

"Is that OUR dog?"

"Hmm, are you asking if she's your dog too, or just Katie's?"

He nodded.

"Since she belonged to a little girl about your sister's age, I wouldn't be surprised if they become tight. Enjoy her though; we'll see how things work out."

*****

We unloaded the van and then I wandered down to the dock, jumping in for a cooling swim. Karen and Sandy sat up on the porch. The kids (and the dog) were off to the side of the cabin.

Life was good.

*****

That evening, while Sandy and the kids made dinner, Karen and I sat on the porch, talking about the kids and the dog, and the rest of the day's events. Then she scootched her chair right next to me, and lowering her voice said; "Yeah ... about that; I'm not one hundred percent sure - maybe about eighty five percent - she's in love with you."

"In love? Who? Sandy?... Karen, I haven't done anything, really, I just treated her normal."

"Relax Big Boy, I know. I've been here all along. I'm suspecting she fell for you before coming to our house the first time. I have to admit she's been pretty circumspect about it, and maybe she isn't even aware of her feelings."

"Well what makes you think she loves me? I know I'm a likable fellow, but loving me?"

"Why not? After all I love you. It is a trial at times, but still ..."

"Maybe, but you've always had strange tastes; I just assumed I'm one of them. So, what makes you think Sandy loves me?"

"Her eyes follow you while we talk, she loses track of conversations, and she lights up when you come near. Oh, and the thought of being away from us for several weeks almost had her in a state. But I think the business with that woman and her daughter in town sealed it."

I was damn near in a state; what was I going to do? What were WE going to do about it? I turned to Karen, I'm sure my face was hilarious because she broke into laughter. "Don't worry, I may have an answer. Do you remember when we'd been together about a year? We had been reading a bunch of books; sci-fi, novels, fantasies? Well, some of those books had multiple marriages or people with several lovers or couples with mutual lovers; and we talked how great it would be if we could live like that? Do you remember? Well, those ideas have been cropping back up over the last six months or so. Even before we met Sandy."

"Well ok, but that was back then; no kids, no responsibilities. How could we do that now? My job? Yours? The kids? Your dad? MY mom?"

"It's funny; you didn't mention jealousy or sex. Or sharing for that matter."

"Sharing?"

"Um hum, I like her. I could easily love her. And there have been times I've wondered how she would be in bed. Not just with you, but me, or us. Either way I think this may be our chance to do something we dreamed about almost twenty years ago."

"Have you mentioned this to Sandy? And what do you mean by us and you? I didn't know you went that way."

"No. Not yet. I wanted to see how things developed up here. Maybe I'm totally wrong, in which case we'll just let it go. Or maybe she'll say 'no', and we'll try to just being friends. I really like her, and I don't want to lose her as a friend. And really, just for a moment, when I kissed her this afternoon, I felt something pass between us."

Sandy joined us, bearing three glasses of wine. "That dog won't leave Katie's side. That's probably the closest thing to security for her right now. I really feel for Anna. That must have been a horrible situation; having to give up your only friend."

"Karen, I was so proud to be with him; he reached out to a friend, calling him at home, asking if there was a way he could help. And then just giving her more money so they could sleep safe ... I could so easily love this man."

Karen's looked over at me before she said; "Sandy, you've got him blushing. It's okay, loving Mark seems to be easy. He often surprises me with some act that most men (and many women) never think of. I've always believed you can't love too much, and anytime you want to love him, well, I don't mind."

*******



Sandy Ch. 03



Sandy the Second day

I awoke to the smells of bacon cooking. My mind was blank for a second and then the memories of the day before flooded back. With a grin, I rolled over onto my back and stretched. It was a great day to be alive I though as I threw back the covers and headed for the bathroom.

A few minutes later, I paused at the bedroom door to watch Sandy as she moved around the kitchen cooking breakfast. She had on the short black silk bathrobe that was way to big for her. She had the sleeves rolled up and it was just about wrapped around her twice. Her short blond hair was tousled with that freshly fucked look. 

She grinned as she glanced up and saw me standing there. "Good morning, did you sleep well? I know I sure did. I haven't slept that well in a long, long time."

With a smile, I walked over, picked her up, and sat her on the end of the counter. I kissed her softly on the lips and replied, "I think I died and didn't move until I woke up." I kissed her again a little more firmly. 

When the kiss ended, I said, "I think I'll turn off the stove and take you back to bed. What do you think of that idea?"

She grinned and replied, "Hmmm, that could be interesting. Breakfast will get cold though and I do need a shower first."

I chuckled and kissed her softly before I said, "Okay, we'll have breakfast first and then I'll scrub your back for you. Then I'll take you back to bed and get you all dirty again."

She laughed and put her arms around my neck. "I think that sounds like a good plan to me," she said. "Why don't we grab a plate and the coffee and eat on the deck?"

I kissed her again and answered, "Okay, let me grab my robe." I kissed her again and turned toward the bedroom. 

I paused a second and asked, "That robe you have on, was out on the deck last night, wasn't it?"

She giggled and replied, "Yes, it was. I was naughty and ran out there completely naked to put it on. It was early and I don't think anyone saw me." I just shook my head and went to get my robe.

When I returned, she had eggs, bacon, and toast on two plates and two cups of coffee poured. "I'll come back and get the coffee pot and stuff," she said.

I smiled and opened a lower cabinet to remove a large serving tray. "I think this will help."

She grinned, "You're a smart one aren't you?"

I laughed and answered, "More of a smart ass."

The sun was just above the treetops as we settled on the deck to eat breakfast. Sandy had untied the tie on her robe but kept it on, so I did the same. It was a cool morning but the sun was warming it up quickly.

We ate in silence, enjoying the peaceful morning. As I finished my food and poured myself another cup of coffee, I asked Sandy, "Well, what are you going to do about Paul? I know you love him and I hate to see the two of you break up. I also know he's a hard man to get along with sometimes, especially if he's been drinking, but he's a good man and he loves you."

She looked at me a moment and then took a deep breath, "I don't know, I do love him but right now I don't like him. The problem is that he's always drinking and I'm tired of it. I'm tired of giving and giving and not getting anything back." She sighed and took a bite of her eggs.

I nodded and said, "I know what you mean. I went through that with my last girlfriend for a couple of years. I beat my head on a wall until I had a headache and then it was too late to save the relationship, no matter what we did."

We were quiet again until Sandy had finished eating. She stood up and looked at her empty plate for a second and then grinned at me, "You sure worked a miracle on my appetite. I haven't eaten this much for breakfast in a very long time." She stood there and stretched, first up onto her toes and then she lifted her arms high over her head. 

The robe opened and closed, giving me glimpses of her small thin body. "You need to put a little meat on your bones," I said, with a chuckle. "You're a good looking woman now but another ten or fifteen pounds would fill you out and make you beautiful."

She laughed and pulled the robe off. "It'll take a hell of a lot more than a few pounds to make me beautiful," she said, as she walked over to the lounge chair and lay down in the sun. "Oh, that feels good. I love to feel the warmth all over my body. It makes me tingle all over." 

As I watched, her nipples got hard and her sex opened slightly. Sandy has small breasts but the nipples are long and thick, they are also very sensitive. She is small at about five foot three and a hundred pounds, soaking wet. 

Her waist is small and her hipbones protrude, which is where she needs some meat on her bones. I have always thought she was as cute as can be, a little pixie without the wings.

She opened her eyes to see me staring at her. She grinned as her eyes dropped to my lap and the hard on protruding through the open front of my robe. "You seem to like what you see. If Paul had reacted that way, we would probably still be together." 

She glanced up at my face and then back down to my lap. "You know, I'm still a little hungry and I think I know what I want to nibble on." 

She sat up on the lounge chair and licked her lips. I chuckled and my manhood twitched at the sight of her tongue moving over her lips. 

"Why don't you lay down here and get comfortable. I want to take my time and enjoy this snack."

I stood up and dropped the robe onto my chair. I moved over and lay down on the lounge chair, a leg on each side of it. Sandy sat on the end of the chair and leaned over on her elbows, her head just above my hard shaft. One of her hands cupped my balls as the other ran along the length of my dick. 

"This sausage will take a lot of work to eat it all but I think it would be worth it," she said, as she looked up at me and took a lick up along the hard length of meat she held in her hand. 

"Do you like this?" She asked as she reached the tip. 

"Oh yes, that feels good," I answered as my stomach muscles tensed up. 

She took another long slow lick and then sucked the head into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around and over the head. "Hmmm, I like that even better."

She grinned around the dick in her mouth and turned her full attention to devouring it. I had no objections, none in the least. It was only a matter of minutes, before she had my hips moving in counterpoint to her bobbing head. 

I placed a hand on her shoulder and whispered hoarsely, "If you're not careful, you're going to get a creamy surprise."

She made a moaning sound in her throat that I could feel and continued to bob her head, as she massaged my shaft with her tongue and my nuts with her other hand. I could feel myself tensing up and then I was there, coming in her mouth. She moaned again softly and sucked me deeper into her mouth, her tongue fluttering all along my shaft. 

Suddenly she came up for air and then sucked just the head back into her mouth, running her tongue around the head in firm circles. The feeling was exquisite, almost too much so. 

After another moment or so, she popped me out of her mouth and grinned up at me. "I love that cream filling; it's all protein you know. I could fatten up this way but you'd end up skin and bones, if I did," she said with a laugh.

I chuckled along with her and nodded, "You've got that right. Well, maybe we could work on it until I lose this spare tire around my waist, what do you think of that idea?"

She laughed again and planted a kiss on the head of my dick. "I think I'd have some very sore jaw muscles by then. It's almost as much of a stretch to get this thing in my mouth, as it is to get it in the other end. Speaking of which, I think I just ruined my chances of riding this thing again for a while." She frowned for a second and then laughed, "I guess I could always try blowing it back up." 

I chuckled and said, "I don't think that will work right now but I know it will later. Come on, get some sun, and relax." I patted the lounge chair next to me.

Sandy sighed and planted another kiss on the now soft head, before moving over to lie on the other lounge. "Do you want some more coffee?" I asked as I got up to get mine. 

"Sure," she answered, "You know, I could get used to being asked things like that or at least knowing that I'm remembered as being around."

I chuckled and replied, "It's awful hard for me to forget a lady that just gave me such a wonderful blow job." 

She laughed and said, "I guess that's true. Maybe I should have given Paul more of them." She frowned for a second and added, "I probably would have if he could stay awake while I did. Have you ever heard of anyone falling asleep in the middle of one?"

I laughed and handed her, her coffee. "Nope, I never heard of that one."

"Well, you have now. And people wonder why I'm leaving him? They don't know about half the stuff I put up with. If they did, they wouldn't wonder at all, they'd be telling me to run like hell." She paused and looked up at me as I took a sip of my coffee. 

She smiled and then she grinned, "I sure got wound up, didn't I?"

I chuckled and replied, "Sometimes we all need to let it all out or explode. You're no exception. I do it; everyone does it at one time or another." I moved over and sat back down on the lounge chair. 

Sandy watched me and then said, "Thank you for listening." 

Then she leaned the chair back farther and closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. I watched her and sipped my coffee for a little while, seeing her relax as the warm sun worked its magic. I smiled, as I turned back forward and relaxed myself.

I sipped on the cup of coffee from time to time and by the time, I had finished that cup and one more, the sun was beginning to get hot on my skin. The little bit of haze from earlier had burned off and now the sun beat down from a crystal clear sky. Sandy had turned over a little earlier and I grinned as I looked over to study her slim back and tight little ass. 

"Hey, did you go to sleep on me?" I asked.

"Not yet," she said lazily. "I haven't been this relaxed in a very long time. I'd almost forgotten how good it feels to just let the sun bake me."

I chuckled and told her, "If we don't put some oil on you pretty soon, you're going to be broiled. That neon tan of yours will burn easily the first couple of time you get out in the sun."

She lifted her head slightly and grinned. "Well, oil me up then."

I got the tanning oil off the table and knelt down by her chair. She jerked slightly as I poured the oil onto her back and shoulders. I sat the bottle down and used both hands to rub the oil into her shoulders and upper back. 

She made a humming noise in her throat and said, "Your hands feel good." 

As I worked the oil into her arms, which were above her head, she straightened her head and laid her forehead on the lounge. I worked the oil into the back of her neck, which brought out another hum.

I moved to the end of the lounge and lifted her feet so I could sit down straddling the chair. I placed a foot over each of my thighs and worked the oil on her upper back down to her waist and then onto her ass. I paused to dribble more oil on her ass and upper thighs. 

When I went back to rubbing it into her ass, I let a finger from time to time, run lightly down the crack. I could feel the muscles in her ass cheeks tense each time I did so. 

When I started to work the oil into her upper thighs, I let a fingertip or two, brush lightly against the puffy outer lips of her sex; her ass moved ever so slightly upward. 

I worked on down her thighs and then onto her calves. I massaged the tight muscles of her calves and then applied the oil to her ankles and feet. 

When I finished her feet, I grinned and reached up to run the edge of my hand firmly down the crack of her ass. She jerked at my first touch, but then she lifted her ass slightly as I continued to run my hand up and down between her ass cheeks. As the crack got increasingly slippery from the oil, my hand settled deeper and grazed across her anus, which caused her to jerk and to hum again. 

"Oh, you like that do you?" I asked with a chuckle. She pressed her butt back against my finger as I rubbed it across the tight ring. 

With a short laugh, I said, "I guess, that answers my question."

As my fingertip penetrated the tightness of her ass, she wiggled her butt and whispered, "You know I like it, just remember what happened to that silver bullet, I'd hate for you to lose a fingertip."

We both chuckled as I removed the finger and rubbed more oil over the opening. When I pressed my finger to it again, the finger moved slowly in to the first joint easily. Sandy gasped and lifted her ass higher, moving it in tight little circles. 

"Oh, yes," she said softly. 

I worked the finger back and forth slowly, going a little deeper as she relaxed. By the time I had reached the second knuckle, her ass was flexing back and forth, as she helped me fuck her ass with the finger. She was breathing heavily and moaning softly by the time the finger was all the way in. 

So far I had only touched her ass, now as I stroked the finger slowly in and out, I let a couple of the fingers on the same hand brush gently over her sex. Her ass bounced and circled harder as she tried to make firmer contact with my fingers. 

I stood up and removed the finger from her ass. I took a hold of her hips and lifted them higher, until she was on her knees, her shoulders and head still on the lounge. I rubbed the head of my now hard dick along her short slit. As the spongy head bumped against her clit, she took a sharp breath and her hips jerked hard. 

Sandy's hand flew to my manhood. She took it from me and rubbed it along her slit and over her wet opening. She moved it on back to rub across her asshole. She paused there for a second or two and then groaned as she brought it back forward and again rubbed it in her open vagina. 

When she had the head worked into the opening, she pulled forward on my shaft. I did not need a second invitation and slowly pressed forward, my shaft slowly sinking into her. Her hips went back to flexing and circling until I was fully seated in her sex. 

Her slick oily ass cheeks rubbed against me as she pressed back firmly. She moaned softly and then whispered, "That feels so good; I just wish it was my ass you were so deep in. It wouldn't fit, I know. If it did, I would probably die before you got all the way in. I'd come to death." She ended with a husky chuckle as she bounced her ass off my hips and started to fuck herself on my dick. 

"Oh yes!" she said sharply.

Up until now, I had held still, just my hands moving, running slowly over her slick back and ass. Now, I placed a hand on each hip and started to meet each of her movements with a short sharp thrust of my own. She groaned at the first smack of my hips against her ass. 

After a couple dozen strokes she froze, only her hips moved in jerky short movements as she yelled, "Yes!" each time my hips spanked her ass. 

I could feel her getting wetter and wetter, a virtual flood flowing around my shaft and down onto my balls. Then she came up on all fours and pressed back hard against me, her head thrown back, her back arched down, a loud incoherent sound coming from deep in her chest. Her sex was clasping at my shaft, as I plunged as deep into her as I could and held myself there. 

Slowly she lowered her upper body back down to the lounge chair and sighed as a shiver ran up and down her body. She lay still for several seconds and then she sighed and said softly, "A girl could get used to coming like that, if she wasn't careful." 

When I started to ease back out of her, she jerked and said, "No! Please don't move." She shivered again before she added, "I need to rest and relax for a few minutes first. I'm so sensitive right now, you wouldn't believe it."

With a smile, I ran my hands over her back and the upper swell of her ass. "I understand," I said softly. 

Leaning forward a little, I let my hands roam down her sides and then under her, to cup and massage her small breasts. The nipples were hard as they pressed against my palms. When I gently pinched her nipples between my oily fingers and thumbs, she gasped and shivered. As I rolled them around for a few seconds, her ass wiggled a little and she gasped again. 

"Seems like I found something else you like."

With a giggle she whispered, "There's not much that you do to me, that I don't like. Actually, I like it all but there are some things I like better than others." She moved her hips a little and added, "And that I just love."

I grinned and slowly pulled out of her, as a low groan came from her lips. I held onto her hips and slid the head up along the crack of her ass. She shivered and pressed back against me, forcing me deeper between her cheeks. I rubbed my shaft up and down for a moment, and then I moved back to grasp my shaft with my hand and to rub the head against the tight ring of her anus. She jerked forward slightly and then pressed back again.

Between the oil and her slick juices, there was enough lubrication for the head to pop through the tight ring of muscles. When it did, Sandy froze; a loud moan started deep in her chest and built quickly in volume. She shook and shivered all over for several seconds, until she was once again silent. 

She did not move forward off the head of my dick, actually, she had ended up with an inch more inside her ass hole. As we both held still, she reached back and felt of the point we were attached. As her fingertip traced the tightly stretched flesh around my shaft, she shivered. 

"I can't believe that it's really in me and it doesn't hurt. Talk about your full feeling. Will it go in any farther?"

I moved my hips forward just a little and she jerked her hand away and groaned. As I held a gentle pressure against her, I slowly sunk into the tightness of her ass. I was over halfway in when she started to move forward. I stopped pushing and held still for a few seconds and then I pulled out an inch or so. She jerked and shook all over. 

As she relaxed, I asked, "Are you all right? Should I stop?"

She shook her head and said hoarsely, "No, no, don't stop, I'm fine. I'm just having these little sharp, orgasms, about every time you move one way or the other."

I pressed forward and slowly sank even father into her as she shook and shivered, several times. By the time I was totally inside her, I figured she had had about a dozen small orgasms. My hips were tight against her ass cheeks, my manhood deep within the confines of her hot, tight ass. 

I leaned over and whispered, "Guess what, you have a dick planted completely in your ass."

She moaned a soft whimpering moan and whispered, "Oh God, I know. I can't believe it. Just don't move, please. If you do, I'm going to shatter into a million pieces." 

She took a couple of deep breaths and then she slowly moved her ass, sort of rolling it around. She jerked and yelled, as a large orgasm rolled over her body. Any small movement she made seemed to keep it going and going. 

I was beginning to worry about her as she jerked and twitched for nearly a full minute. Then I did get worried, when she went limp. She did not fall anywhere as she was wedged between the back of the lounge chair and me, her knees wide enough to keep her from falling sideways. 

When I started to pull out of her, her ass twitched and jerked, although she did not make a sound. Even after I was out of her, her ass jerked and rolled as if she were still attached to me. 

I got her rolled over onto her back, once again laying on the lounge. Her pulse was rapid and her breathing fast and shallow. I had to assume that she had passed out. I squatted down next to her and called her name softly as I rubbed her hand. 




Sandy Ch. 03



Prologue: If you have read chapters 1 & 2 you may, by now, have realised this is a true story. The names have been changed along with some of the minor details but the basis of the story is true. This all took place in 2001 and I fell "head over heels" in love with Sandy.

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Story Continues.

Sandy and I came to an arrangement. She needed money to live and I could afford it, so I gave her $500 a week. I wanted to give her more but she wouldn't hear of it. 

"Rob, you have changed my life. Ever since I married Wayne at eighteen, I thought this was my lot. Looking after kids, alone a lot of the time, working to help keep the house together with never anything or anytime for myself. Fifteen years later you have changed all that and made me realise I do have a life. You have given me belief in myself. Given me self worth. I couldn't take any more money from you. Hell, I feel guilty even taking this each week."

My problem was I was in love with her, hopelessly!

So there it was. I spent as much time, as my business would allow me, with her, probably more than I should, to the detriment of my business. I was besotted with her and she kept me more sexually satisfied than I have ever been in my life. 

She was insatiable! 

She was continually trying to seduce me (she didn't have to try too hard with her looks, gorgeous body, long legs and blonde hair I was a "gonner") and we'd always end up fucking somewhere. Anywhere. She didn't care, as long as we were "doing it" often, she was happy.

I rang her early one morning.

"Honey, I'm going to Gosford and Woy Woy (strange names for you overseas readers I know but they are beautiful places, on the Central coast of New South Wales, about 1½ hours drive, north of Sydney) are you able and if so, would you like to come?"

"I always like to cum, especially with you," she purred, "but seriously, yes I'd love to. How long have I got to get ready?"

"About an hour. I'd like to pick you up about eight, if that's OK."

So on a beautiful spring day we were driving up the freeway, in the Range Rover, to Gosford. 

She looked stunning, as usual. She had pulled her hair back in a pony tail, which sort of gave her a "little girl look". She was wearing a light cotton summer skirt which stopped just above her knees and one of those low cut peasant blouses which just showed enough cleavage to be tantalising.

"You look good enough to eat," I smiled, glancing at her as I drove.

"Good. Then eat me," she replied and started to wriggle around in her seat.

I wondered what she was doing, as she put her hand up under her skirt, and the next second she was hanging her red G string on the rear view mirror.

"There" she said "don't know why I wore it in the first place, I hate wearing knickers. It would only have to come off sooner or later. It may as well be sooner."

Then she pulled the skirt up around her waist.

"Look, I shaved for you this morning."

I glanced down at her pussy. It was as bare as a new born baby.

"Will you put that bloody skirt down, for christs sake? I've already got raging hard-on and you're not making it any easier. I won't be able to steer the car in a minute. It'll get caught in the bloody steering wheel."

"Poor baby" she said nonchalantly, then reached across and tugged at my zipper.

"Sandy! Cut it out. I'm driving on a freeway, in case you hadn't noticed."

"Well, you just keep your hands on the wheel and your eyes on the road. I'll look after everything else," she smirked.

Next second she had my cock out of my pants and started stroking it, lightly and gently.

"See, look how hard he is, and I've hardly touched him."

"You don't have to bloody well touch it. I get hard just thinking about you, let alone looking at you, and your bare pussy!"

"Oh, poor baby," she smiled and lowered her mouth to my aching cock. 

"Sandy! Stop it! I'll bloody well crash!"

But she didn't stop it. She just kept bobbing her mouth up and down my cock, one hand massaging my balls and the other following her mouth up and down my shaft. I could feel my knob pressing into her throat as I felt my orgasm approach rapidly and I blew my load within what seemed a few seconds. Sandy kept sucking and swallowing 'til there wasn't a drop of cum left.

'There. Now isn't that better," she smiled. "Now you'll be able to fuck me long and hard when we stop. That'll be soon, won't it?"

And it was!

At Sandy's insistence I stopped at the first stopping area I could pull over on the freeway.

"Honey, people will see us," I said.

"Darling, they're going past at over 100kmh. by the time anyone realizes what we are doing, they'll be a couple of kilometres up the road," as she pulled me into the back seat.

I couldn't believe it. I was rock hard again. I don't know if it was rhe sight of her, naked from the waist down, her gorgeous shaved pussy lips glistening with her juices, or the excitement of what we were doing, on the side of the road, with cars whizzing past just metres from where we were about to fuck.

She pushed my pants down to my knees and spread her legs as wide as she could, in the confines of the back seat. 

Her cunt was now literally dripping with her juices. 

My cock slid up into her easily. I ploughed into her furiously, her hips thrusting upwards, meeting my every stroke. Our pace was fast and frenetic.

"I want to get on top!" she screamed.

Without a moments thought, I withdrew from her as she scrambled to an upright position. I lay back down on the seat, my cock standing upright and she slammed her cunt down hard me. She ripped her blouse off as she rode hard on my cock. She unsnapped her red bra and let her magnificent tits hang free.

"Squeeze my tits hard," she yelled at me "pinch my nipples. Squeeze them hard!"

I did as I was told, squeezing her beautiful tits, rolling and pinching her nipples viciously between my fingers.

Sandy orgasmed!

"That's it! Harder! Oh god! Fuck me! Fuck me hard! Give me your sperm! Blow in me, you bastard!"

So there we were!

Sandy, stark naked, bouncing up and down on my cock, screaming obscenities as she orgasmed, with cars whizzing past us at just metres away!

That was it! I lost it and blew! My cock feeling like it would never stop spewing out spunk.

Sandy orgasmed again, her body shuddering, her tits red and blotchy from where I'd squeezed them so viciously. She stopped moving and just settled on me, her hands planted on my chest, my cock still buried in her to the hilt.

Cum started to ooze out of her and down my balls and onto the car seat.

"Lucky it's leather upholstery," she smiled dreamily. "God Rob, that was so good. I can't believe how good sex is with you."

"Honey, I think you'd better put some clothes on before we get arrested. You're still naked and someone just might stop."

So we continued on to Gosford, her red G string, now accompanied by a red bra, hanging from the rear view mirror.

We certainly got horn tooting from the truckies!

Sandy made me stop again on the way home, for a repeat performance, only this time I managed to pull off into the bush before we got onto the freeway.

Our lives went on fairly normally for a few months, if you could call anything with Sandy normal.

"It would be really nice if we could just spend some time alone together," she mused sleepily in bed one night. "You know what I mean, just you and me. No kids for me to worry about."

"Sweetheart, you organize the kids and I'll organize us a break."

"Rob, I don't want anything expensive, maybe just a motel somewhere that you and I can be alone together."

So there we were, sipping champagne in first class on Ansett, a once excellent Australian airline now defunct, on our way to Cairns then by rental car to Mission Beach on the Great Barrier Reef.

"I didn't expect anything like this Rob. You do spoil me."

Sandy gave me that little girl look that just melts me (and makes my cock harden). She was wearing a simple sundress that buttoned all the way from top to bottom. It was cut low at the front so there was a fair bit of cleavage showing, plus she had left quite a few of the bottom buttons undone so her gorgeous legs, plus a fare bit of thigh, was showing as well. The good looking young male steward was very attentive. 

She didn't even notice. 

Sandy had that knack of making me feel I was the only person in the world and she was there just for me.

I answered, "I don't spoil you near enough, sweetheart. If you'd let me I could really spoil you."

Putting her glass of champagne down on her tray, she took my hand and drew it to her lap and let me rest my hand high on her bare thigh. She shifted slightly in her seat so my hand was now very high on her thigh. I moved my fingers upwards and found her moist pussy. No panties!

"I told you I hate wearing knickers," she whispered "I'm going to spoil you, as soon as we land."

She was true to her word! 

We landed in Cairns about 9.30pm. We had no sooner put the bags in and gotten into the rental car and Sandy was at me, kissing me hungrily, tugging at my zipper.

"Sandy, for christs sake, we're in the bloody car park. Someone will see us."

"They're not interested," she muffled, her mouth sliding down my now exposed cock.

She sucked and stroked me expertly, as usual, and within what seemed only a few seconds I was erupting my cum down her throat. She kept sucking until she was sure she had the last drop and my cock began to soften.

Sandy looked up at me like the cat that had swallowed the cream, and I guess she had in a way. 

"See. Told you I would spoil you. Fuck, that made me horny, I'm dribbling everywhere. Here feel."

And she drew my hand up to her pussy. She was right. She was sopping wet, the back of her dress was soaked.

"I think I came when you did," she smiled. "Now let's get to wherever we're going, so I can get you into bed and fuck your brains out!"

And so we went to the resort at Mission Beach.

The first of the phone calls came about 7am the next morning. We were still both sound asleep when Sandy's mobile rang.

It was Wayne, her estranged husband.

She took the phone out onto the patio.

"Where was she? Why was she up there? Who was she with? Who had the children?" It went on and on. I could hear her trying to explain to him, that the children were with her girlfriend and that where she was and who she was with was none of his business. They were separated, remember.

Apparently that's when the whining and pleading started.

"I love you. I've always loved you. The children miss me. I miss you and the kids. Please let me come back to me. I'll change. Come home straight away." Etc. etc. etc.

It was at least half an hour before she came back inside. I had made coffee for us both and hers was nearly cold.

"I'll make you a fresh one," I said.

She looked upset. She was visibly shaken.

"He's using that fucking emotional blackmail again. Fucking bastard!"

It was the first time I had heard her swear, except in sexual arousal. I just looked at her. She was so angry; I thought it better to let her sound of. And she did!

"He's done this to me every time we've fought. Dragging the kids into it. As if I'm not aware they miss their father. They don't miss the bloody fighting and screaming though."

And on she went, venting her spleen, as they say.

I let her rage on. When I saw she was starting to settle I went to her and put my arms around her.

"Come on honey. Get dressed and we'll go and find somewhere to have breakfast."

She melted into my arms and said "No. Let's go back to bed and make love."

And we did.

The calls kept coming, sometimes in the morning, sometimes at night. She had to leave the phone on in case the kids needed her.

I had a brilliant thought!

"Turn your phone off," I said.

"You know I can't. The kids..."

I cut her off.

"We'll ring and give the kids my mobile number, say yours is broken or something, and then we can turn yours off."

She looked at me and her face widened into a big smile. "Darling, you are a bloody genius. Let's do it."

That stopped the phone calls!

We had been trying all the different restaurants in Mission Beach each night but this night we decided we'd try the one in the resort. 

We were getting ready. I'd finished shaving and was putting on a pair of slacks and a shirt when Sandy came out of the bathroom in nothing else but a pair of high heels. She'd obviously done her hair and make-up and was heading to the bedroom.

I watched her beautiful bum wiggle as she walked past me.

"If that's all you're wearing, I'm sure we'll get perfect service from the waiter," I smirked.

She poked her tongue out at me.

"You'll see what I'm wearing in a minute, smarty," and disappeared into the bedroom.

Sandy reappeared a minute or two later and I was gobsmacked!

She was wearing, or should I say nearly wearing, a clinging black mini dress. It was one of those stretchy numbers. Spandex or Lycra or something, with some sort of glistening thread through it. Anyway, it didn't have any straps, it sort of just started below her shoulders, just above her breasts and moulded over them, and clung to her body all the way down, over her beautiful bum and stopped about mid thigh.

It clung too, and accentuated, every curve of her body.

It was also very obvious she had not a skerrick of underwear on!

"Like?" she grinned.

"Like?" I choked, "I've got a bloody hard on already." 

And it was true, my cock was rising rapidly.

She looked pure, drop dead, sex. 

She pirouetted in front of me. You could feel the heat of her sexuality emanating from her body.

"Let's go lover, I'm starving. Besides I need to feed you 'cause you're in for a torrid night," she smiled and sauntered off in front of me.

We walked into the restaurant and immediately caught the waiter's eye. Plus the eyes of every other male in the place!

"Could we have a table over by the windows please?" Sandy smiled sweetly.

"Of course madam," he said, trying desperately not to ogle, and led us to a table, with a reserved sign on it, looking down the moonlight path to the beach, just 20-30 metres away.

"This is perfect," she smiled at him again, "thank you."

"My pleasure madam," he replied almost dribbling, discreetly removing the reserved sign, "may I get you something to drink?" 

I thought it was about time I got involved, so I helped Sandy with her chair as he ogled her breasts. I ordered a gin squash for her and a Jack Daniels and coke for myself.

He was back with the drinks in a flash!

We toasted each other and I took a sip. Holy cow it was strong! Just the way I make them myself.

"Honey, have a sip of this."

She did. "Whoa, that's strong," she exclaimed. "Do you think he's trying to get you pissed?"

"Possibly. I think he fancies you, and he might be trying to get the old bloke drunk and sent to bed. Alone!" 

"Well, we'd better make his night," she grinned.

And she did.

She led him on all evening, through entrée, the main course, dessert, coffee, the works.

She would deliberately lean forward, when he placed a plate on the table, so he could see some cleavage.

If she saw him looking, whilst serving another guest, she would shift slightly in her chair so that her legs opened a little. Not enough that he could see anything, but just enough to tantalise.

By the end of dinner I thought his cock would explode in his pants!

As we left, Sandy smiled sweetly at him again, "See you later." Giving him some sort of hope.

"Let's go down the path to the beach darling," she said, taking my hand. 

So we walked, holding hands, to the beach.

When we got to the end of the path, still in full view of the restaurant, she turned to me, wrapped her arms around me and kissed me deeply and passionately.

Sandy then kicked off her high heels and walked to the waters edge.

"Come on honey," she called.

So I kicked off my shoes and went to her. She took my hand again and started walking into the small waves.

"Sandy, I've got my trousers on. They'll get wet."

"They'll wash," she said, matter of factly.

So we waded into the warm tropical water. My slacks getting wetter and wetter, the deeper we went.

When the water almost reached the hem of her dress she just pulled it up around her waist exposing her beautiful bare pussy for anyone to see in the moonlight.

"Oh stuff this," she said, ripped the dress off over her head and threw it onto the sand. 

She stood there, now totally naked, looking at me, a smirk on her face.

"Are you going to be a kill joy, or what?" she asked.

"What'dya mean?" I asked stupidly.

"Oh, take your bloody clothes off and lets skinny dip," she said, somewhat exasperated.

"What if somebody see us?"

"Most unlikely. It's after midnight and what if they do. I'm sure everyone's seen a naked body before."

Yeah, but very few as gorgeous as yours, I thought. But I did as I was asked, chucked my now wet slacks and shirt onto the sand with her dress and swam with my beautiful, naked lover.

We frolicked and played in the water and it wasn't long before my cock was rock hard and she was very wet, inside as well as outside.

We stood, locked in an embrace, my cock probing at her entry. We broke from the kiss.

"Let's go back onto the beach," she breathed into my ear.

We walked, hand in hand, onto the sand, up near our clothes.

Sandy fell to the sand, on her back, her legs spread open revealing her glistening pussy in the moonlight. 

"Make love to me," she said urgently.

I looked around but the beach was deserted. There didn't even appear to be anyone in the restaurant.

"Hurry, I need you inside me," she implored me.

I didn't need any further encouragement and dropped to my knees between her open thighs. I quickly slid my cock into her waiting, wet pussy, sliding effortlessly into her depths.

Sandy immediately began bucking and thrusting urgently beneath me, our lovemaking gathering intensity very, very quickly. 

She was like a wildcat! Lifting her hips 

"Fuck me hard you bastard! Slam that fat cock of yours into me!" She was almost sobbing with lust. "Pound me hard! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god! I'm cumming!" she screamed.

Her cunt spasmed around my cock as her orgasm took over, her body bucking and writhing as I slammed my cock into her depths. I kept riding her hard, pounding away at her wet and willing cunt. I knew another orgasm wasn't far away.

Either was mine, for that matter.

She was making those now familiar mewing sounds, as another orgasm approached, and they turned into incoherent obscenities. Bucking furiously beneath me again, I felt my own orgasm gather intensity, and I erupted inside her as her second orgasm took over. 

"Oh fuck! This is sooo good! I never want to stop cumming!" she squealed. Her body shook and shuddered as her release spread through her.

My own orgasm felt like it was never going to stop either as I filled her cunt with my semen.

I collapsed on top of her, my cock still buried to the hilt, in her now leaking pussy.

Sandy wrapped her sand covered arms around me and held me tight.

"God! We are so good together, aren't we?" she sighed.

I looked down at her. "What we are, is covered in sand and spunk," I smiled. "Maybe we should go back into the water and wash off."

"Oh goody," she smiled back, "That's where it all started."

I feigned a groan and withdrew, my still reasonably hard cock, from her very wet pussy, helped her to her feet and hand in hand we went back into the water.

Sandy was right. It was where it all started. And it did again!

"I've never been snorkelling," she said, responding to my question whether she would like to go snorkelling on the barrier reef. So I booked us onto a reef cruise for the next day.




Sandy Ch. 03



Later that afternoon, after I'd booked the reef cruise, I asked her, "Do you trust me totally? I mean really trust me?"

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?"

"No reason, it's just I've had this desire to tie you up naked, make you helpless, then fuck you senseless."

She looked at me quizzically, one eyebrow cocked.

"Why?" she asked.

"I don't know why, I just do. Maybe it's the though of having you helpless, at my mercy, that triggers the BDSM in me."

She paused for a moment.

"OK," she said "Let's do it."

"What, now?"

"Why? Do you want to wait and see if I change my mind?"

So I gathered whatever articles I could find, robe tie, belts etc while she undressed and then I tied her naked to the bed. She looked fantastic, her gorgeous body spreadeagled, legs wide apart, pussy already glistening. She was helpless, her chest heaving with anticipation making her fabulous breasts rise and fall, her nipples stiffening.

Then, out of my bag, I took out the coup de grace. A blindfold.

She looked a little apprehensive. 

"Where did you get that?"

"They give them to you on the plane, remember? In case you want to go to sleep."

"Oh yeah, I forgot," she said hesitantly, "do you really need it?"

"No," I answered, "you do. It will heighten your other senses, trust me."

"If you say so," she said, still hesitant.

I slipped the blindfold over her eyes, careful not to catch her lovely blonde hair in the elastic.

"Can you see anything?"

"No," she said, a little timidly.

"Are you frightened?" I asked her softly.

"A little bit, I'm so helpless and you could do anything."

"Honey I'm not going to hurt you. On the contrary, the whole aim of this is to give you pleasure. If you feel intimidated, or frightened, just say stop and I'll stop immediately. OK?" 

"OK," she said very softly.

I started by trailing my fingers very lightly over her prostrate body. Starting from her finger tips and trailing all the way down her arm, over her torso and down her legs, thighs etc to her toes. Very carefully avoiding touching any sensitive or sexual part of her body. I did this over and over for about five minutes until she began to squirm, ever so slightly. I then took a silk scarf, I had seen in her luggage, and began to lightly trail this over her body but this time letting it touch her breasts, twirling it lightly around her nipples and brushing lightly over her mound. I did this for some time, with more and more concentration on her neck, breasts, abdomen, thighs and pussy.

Now she really began to squirm and her breathing started to become laboured. 

Her nipples were now quite hard and her hips were moving, almost involuntarily, in an up and down fucking motion. Little moans were escaping as her breathing quickened.

When I sensed she was almost ready to climax I dropped the scarf onto her stomach, bent over her breast and lightly took a nipple between my lips and at the same time let my left hand drop onto her mound, my fingers slipping into the moist outer folds of her very wet pussy.

I began to suck very softly on her nipple and my fingers began to penetrate her wet pussy. Her breathing quickened, she gasped, shuddered and orgasmed! 

"Oh my god! That's the most erotic sensation I've ever felt. I just orgasmed and you hardly touched me! Please fuck me now?" she pleaded.

"Do you want me to untie you first?"

"No, I want to feel helpless as you fuck me. I want to be taken, raped, ravished. Whatever you've ever wanted to do to me, just do it. Now!" 

But I didn't. 

I slid to the end of the bed and lay down between her spread thighs, my mouth just millimetres from her mons. I began to blow very softly, directly at her moist lips.

"Oh please stop," she pleaded, trying to wriggle free from her bonds, "just fuck me, I need you inside me."

I stuck my tongue out and began to lick her outer folds, careful not to go near her clitoris. My tongue probed at her opening, licking at her copious juices but carefully avoiding her clit. 

By now she was becoming very demanding!

"Will you stop that and just stick your cock in me, you bastard. You know how much I want it, just give it to me," she said angrily, her body now heaving up and down, as much as the bonds would allow.

I let my tongue flick her clitoris. She shuddered. I did it again and again she shuddered, this time trying to lift her hips from the bed to meet my probing tongue. I placed my mouth over her mound and swirled my lips and tongue around her clit, sucking and nibbling lightly at her pussy nerve centre.

She screamed and orgasmed. Her body shook so violently against the bonds I thought she'd fainted. I continued to lap at her juices, but avoiding her clit, as she came down from her orgasm.

"Please take me," she said so softly, almost a pleading sob, "I want you so badly."

I climbed onto the bed and knealt between her spread thighs, my own cock dribbling with pre-cum and looked down at her helpless body. I couldn't believe my cock could be this hard.

I eased myself into her sopping cunt and she orgasmed again, almost immediately, and began to scream the usual obscenities.

"Fuck me you bastard! Rape me! Fuck my helpless body! Drive that cock of yours into me! Make me cum again and again, you arsehole!"

And on they went, all the time she just kept on cumming, one orgasm after another until I finally shot my own full load deep into her hot, wet cavity.

Collapsing on top of her, both our bodies wet with perspiration, I gently slid the blindfold from her and kissed her softly on the mouth. She blinked a couple times as her eyes adjusted to the light again. We just laid there together, still joined as one, for what seemed a long time.

Sandy eventually looked up at me.

"That was the most intense, erotic, lust filled sex I've ever had with any body. I lost count of how many times I orgasmed, it just seemed to be one intense continuing climax. My pussies still throbbing and, by the way, you're still hard in me."

I looked down at her, still spreadeagled and tied to the bed, my cock still hard and deep inside her. My knees could feel a large wet area spreading out from under her bum. I started to move gently in and out of her enjoying the squelching sound of more cum running out of her.

"Please untie me. I know we're going to fuck again and I want to wrap my arms and legs around you and pull you into me."

I untied her wrists without taking my cock out of her but as I started to withdraw, to untie her ankles, she threw her arms around me and held me tight.

"Don't, don't take it out, just keep moving in me, and keep fucking me. I'm gonna cum again!" she sobbed.

And again she orgasmed, her arms wrapped around me, her face pressed into my chest as her orgasm subsided, her muffled voice declaring her feelings.

"Oh god, I love you Rob."

This took me by surprise! Whilst we had been together for months, the "L" word had never been uttered by either of us. My breath caught in my throat because I knew how much I loved her. I'd given up fighting it ages ago, but never dreaming she would feel the same.

"What did you just say?" I asked incredulously, pushing back on my arms and looking down at her.

"I love you," she said simply, looking back at me.

"Do you mean that?" I asked, almost pleading.

"I don't use the love word unless I mean it Rob," in an almost annoyed tone, "I've been denying it to myself for weeks. But this time together, alone, has made me realise I want to be with you and never be without you."

I withdrew myself from her, my cock now beginning to soften, partly because of the statement I was trying to absorb. I rolled off the bed and untied her ankles whilst I digested this shattering information.

She took my silence as a rejection.

"I've ruined it, haven't I?" She said as she sat up and drew her knees up, wrapping her arms around them, placing her head on her knees. She began to sob softly. "I shouldn't have said anything."

I looked down at her and then sat on the edge of the bed and took her in my arms.

"Sweetheart, you haven't ruined anything. I've been in love with you almost from the first time we met. I just never dreamed you would love me too."

"Why wouldn't I love you?" she said, almost defensively. "I'm happy the whole time I'm with you. I'm miserable when you're not around. I can't wait for you call when we're apart. Oh, and just by the way, the sex is bloody good too!"

She was becoming quite indignant and slightly aggressive.

"Whoa babe, don't get crabby. I just told you I love you too, you bloody dope," I said grinning happily at her.

She grinned back at me, "Well it's just as well we love each other then, isn't it?"

The next day, as we were walking along the jetty to the cruise catamaran, she said simply "I get seasick in boats."

"What! Then why, in the name of hell, are we going on this cruise?"

"Because I want to go snorkelling on the Great Barrier Reef," she said, "I thought that was bloody obvious!"

"You're insane," I said, grinning at her.

"Yeah, I know," she grinned back at me, trying to hit me with her little carry bag.

"What have you got in that bag anyway?" I asked.

"My bikini."

"Why didn't you just wear it under your skirt and top?"

"'Cause I didn't want too."

It was then I noticed she wasn't wearing a bra under her white shirt, not that she had to, for a woman that's had three kids, she hardly has any breast sag at all.

I didn't think any more about it until later, when we were out in the open water. 

She became seasick very quickly, leaning back in the seat, her eyes closed. I scored a small bucket full of ice, and a cloth, from a very helpful girl behind the bar and began to wipe Sandy's face and forehead. Soon cold water was running down her forehead, cheeks and neck, soaking the front of her white shirt, turning it transparent. 

I wasn't taking much notice of what was happening until a lady passenger passed me a towel saying "You may want to put this over your wife. I know you haven't noticed but the stewards have been very attentive to the passengers in this area."

I looked up at her then down at Sandy. She may as well have been naked to the waist! The water had soaked her shirt, turning it totally transparent and the coldness of the water had stiffened her nipples so they were protruding dramatically against the see-through shirt! Nothing was left to the imagination! Even though I was worried about her physical well being, I could easily see why the stewards were so attentive to this area. White as she was, it was still a hell of a sexy sight!

Mercifully we arrived at the reef a few minutes later and the boat came to a halt, dropping anchor almost immediately.

Sandy stirred, looked at me and smiled weakly, "See, I told you I get seasick. Thank you darling, for looking after me."

"I'm not sure you'll thank me when you see your shirt," I said.

She pulled the towel away, looked down and very quickly wrapped the towel back around herself.

"My god Rob, I might as well be naked!"

I didn't answer, there was nothing to say.

Fortunately an announcement came over the speaker system advising us all to make our way to the small craft that were going to take us over to the reef, about half a kilometre away, so Sandy made her way to the ladies room to change into her bikini.

The snorkelling was fantastic, even for me who'd snorkelled the reef before. I guess for me it was so much more enjoyable seeing the absolute delight in Sandy's face as the wonderful world of the barrier reef opened up before her eyes. We snorkelled around together, sometimes holding hands, other times excitedly pointing out to each other different species of colourful fish, or coral formations, eels etc.

Eventually it was time to return to the boat and we made our way back to the tender. Sandy wrapped her arms around me on the way back in the tender.

"Thank you so much for bringing me out here darling, it was unbelievable. I've often heard people raving about the reef and never understood their enthusiasm, but now I can. We'll have to do it again one day, maybe on our honeymoon."

I'm sure my heart skipped a beat!

The ride back in the boat was uneventful. Sandy was advised, by a fellow passenger, to look only at the horizon to try to stop from being seasick. It worked, but only just!

Unfortunately all good things have to come to an end and tomorrow was our day of departure.

"Where would you like to dine tonight my gorgeous one?" I asked her.

"Would you be terribly disappointed if we just got take-away or something and ate in?" she queried. 

"No of course not darling, but wouldn't you like to go somewhere flash seeing it's our last night here?"

"No, I don't want to share you with anyone tonight, I just want us to be alone," as she gave me her "little girl" pouty look.

She sure knows how to make me melt!!

We decided on Asian food and I arrived back at the suite, hands full, and knocked on the door with my foot.

She opened the door, standing there with a glass of champagne in her hand, her blond hair streaming down to her shoulders. 

She was stark naked except for her high heels!!

"I've gotten so horny since you've been gone; I think it's the champagne. So put the food down lover and let's go fuck!"

Asian food never tastes the same re-heated, does it?

We left Mission Beach for Cairns the next morning.

"We've got plenty of time, our plane doesn't leave 'til seven tonight," I said as we drove, "how about we drive up through the Atherton tablelands, I think you'll enjoy the scenery?" 

"Sounds fine to me darling, wherever you want to take me I'll go," she answered with just a hint of a smile.

I looked at her quizzically but she didn't elaborate. 

She was wearing another little button through sundress, a yellow one that fitted around her breasts cut just low enough to show a bit of cleavage, then dropping straight down and stopping just above her knees. The bottom couple of buttons were undone showing off her lovely tanned legs and a bit of tanned thigh.

"I know this is our last day here and we're on the plane tonight," she started, "but I have to tell you this is the best holiday I've ever had in all of my thirty three years. You've spoilt me with attention and affection, you've spoilt me with love and you've spoilt me with some mind blowing sex! And speaking of sex, I'm fucking horny again, can you believe it?"

With that she began to unbutton the dress from the top down and didn't stop 'til it was fully unbuttoned. 

She had no underwear on, nothing!

I had an instant hard-on!

Her left hand grabbed at her left breast and began tugging and squeezing the nipple. Her right hand trailed across and fastened onto my erection.

"Oh Rob, stop the car and fuck me please! I need you inside me now! My pussy is aching for your cock! I want you and I want you now!"

Her chest was heaving with desire, her hand left her breast and went straight to her pussy dipping her fingers into her obvious wetness.

"Stop the fucking car, pleeeease!" she demanded as her hand squeezed my rod.

"For Christs sake Sandy, there's no where to pull off the road."

"Fuck that, just pull off to the side, that'll do."

"People will see us," I implored her.

"Not going past at a hundred clicks they won't, now pull over before I grab the bloody steering wheel and make you pull over."

She was deadly serious! I had never seen her like this, except in the throws of an orgasm.

I pulled over as quickly as I could.

"Get out and come 'round my side," she demanded, "open the back door as you come."

I alighted from the driver's side. A few cars went whizzing past. Whilst it wasn't a main highway, it was still a reasonably well travelled road. I opened the back door as instructed; Sandy already had the front passenger door open. She had perched her beautiful bum on the edge of the seat her feet were on the ground and she was laying back across the seat. She had dropped her dress to the car floor. 

Except for her high heels she was naked!

"Now give me you cock! Ram it into me! Fuck me senseless! I need your cum in me!"

She was tugging at my belt trying to get my trousers undone. I quickly undid them and let them drop to the ground. I moved in between her open thighs and plunged my cock straight into her sopping went cunt! She thrust her pelvis up at me, her cunt walls gripping my cock as I vigorously slammed in and out of her. 

She orgasmed almost immediately, screaming and crying at the same time.

"Keep fucking me! Slam your cock into me. Ram me! Fuck me harder! Oh God, I don't ever want this to stop!" She was sobbing uncontrollably, her body shaking and shivering, her hands grabbing at my bum pulling me into her depths. It was like she was trying to pull my whole body into hers, through her pussy! 

I knew I could only keep this up for a few minutes. 

The passion, the urgency and the excitement of the semi-public sex were going to tip me over very quickly.

My orgasm came almost without warning. It was one of those that seem to start from your toes and work their way up to your balls.

"Oh Christ Sandy, I'm cumming," I yelled as I exploded and began to empty my sperm into her waiting depths.

"Give it to me! Fill my cunt with your cum! Pump it into me! Fill me up!" Her sobbing and crying almost making her incoherent as she orgasmed ferociously.

My own orgasm spent, I semi collapsed on top of her, her arms wrapping around me and holding me tight, almost like she was afraid I'd leave.

I kissed her tenderly and looking down at her I asked, "Have I ever told you I love you?" 

She smiled up at me, "Yes, thank god, because I love you too."

She was insatiable all that day. Three more times she made me stop and make love to her before we got to Cairns, fortunately on each occasion I could pull over well off the road and we could spread a picnic blanket, no more car seat jobs! 

Thank god we went the long way 'round! 

By the last time I was sure I wouldn't be able to get it up again, but her expert oral attention ensured "he" rose to the occasion! 

The funny thing was each time we made love, and we did make love not fuck, she hung on to me so tightly, almost as though she thought I'd get up and run away. 

After the last time I lay beside her, holding her tight I had a slight uneasy feeling, so I asked, "Honey, are you all right?"

She smiled at me, but it looked a little wistful, "I'm fine darling, I just don't want to ever lose you," she answered softly.

I rolled over and smiled down at her, "Don't be daft woman, you'd have to chase me away with a shotgun."

The little wistful smile stayed but she changed the subject, "Can we get a shower at the airport? I don't think I want to sit in a plane for two to three hours with cum dribbling out of my pussy."

With that she stood up in her glorious nakedness, stretching her arms above her head.

"God, this has been so fantastic, what a shame it has to come to an end."

I stood up and wrapped my arms around her naked body, kissing her lightly on the neck.

"Darling, we've got each other, nothing will change that. Just because the holidays come to an end it doesn't mean the end of the world. We've got lots of plans to make, plans for us, as a family."

She looked at me, again with that wistful smile.

"I hope so," she said simply.

Pushing my uneasy feeling aside I said, "Come on mournful, let's get to the airport so we can go to the Golden Wing lounge and get you that shower."

The flight back was uneventful although Sandy didn't eat anything, just had a couple of glasses of champagne.

She was unusually quiet.

When I quizzed her about not eating she simply said she wasn't hungry, but again that wistful look was on her face.




Sandy Ch. 03



Our plane got in about 10.30pm and we took a cab to the airport Hilton, the last night of our holiday together.

We showered, had room service dinner and made love. 

I fell into a deep but troubled sleep.

My favourite cabby, Steve, arrived to pick us up next morning us as arranged.

"Mate, take me to the office will you please and then take Sandy home." 

I turned to Sandy, "I'll have to check in and make sure everything's OK but I'll ring you as soon as everything's sorted and come over later. Is that OK?"

She just looked at me and nodded. Nothing was said.

She hung onto me tightly on the forty five minute journey to the office, looking up often and kissing me, sometimes softly, sometimes passionately. 

Believe it or not, I was starting to get horny again! 

The cab arrived at my office; I kissed her softly and said "I'll call you as soon as I get things sorted out here, OK?"

The wistful look was back but I didn't take too much notice of it, I had to get into work.

During a meeting with the key members of my staff, my mobile phone rang, it was Steve, "Mate, you'd better get yourself over to that gorgeous girl friend of yours, and if I was you I'd do it straight away."

"Why?" I asked.

"Mate, I don't know. She made a phone call and during the call she started to cry and didn't stop the whole forty minutes to her place. I tried to console her, you know, just talking to her while I drove but she just kept softly crying." 

"Shit, thanks mate, I owe you one, I'll call her straight away."

"Mate, I wouldn't call if I were you, I'd just get over there."

I thanked Steve again, excused my staff, shut the door and tried to call Sandy.

There was no answer. I tried again and again and again. Still no answer.

I called my secretary, who happens to be my eldest daughter, "Honey, where's my car?"

"At home dad, where you asked us to take it, why is everything all right?"

"Can I borrow yours, but I don't know how long I'll be?"

"Dad if you only want wheels Davo's ute's out there, he's on holidays."

"You're an angel," gave her a peck on the cheek, grabbed the keys to the ute and bolted to Sandy's.

I did it in just under thirty minutes.

Consistent pounding on the door finally got her to open it. 

She looked terrible. Her eyes were red and puffy, her face blotchy, it was obvious she'd been crying for ages.

I took her in my arms.

"Honey, what's the matter, you look terrible, you look like someone's just died. Nobody has, have they?"

She held on to me, sobbing.

"I can't do it Rob. The kids, I just can't do it."

I knew immediately what she was talking about and my heart felt like somebody had just put a knife through it!

I tried to talk to her, to reason with her, but I knew in my own heart it was going to be hopeless.

Between sobs she told me the full story.

The call she made was to Samantha, her eldest daughter. Unfortunately her husband was with Sam and took the phone from her. He told her he was coming back home and they'd all live together as one happy family. If she didn't agree he'd make sure she didn't get custody of the kids. After all she ran off to have an affair and left the children etc. etc. plus there was other times where she'd been with me and "neglected the kids" etc. etc.

Then her daughter got on the phone and pleaded with her mother "to let Daddy come home please mum, we all miss him."

He'd really crawled to the kids while we were away and they'd fallen for it, hook, line and sinker!

That was it! She was going back to her husband, because of the kids.

I didn't blame her, that's why I didn't leave my wife when the kids were younger. 

But I was a shattered man!

I had allowed myself to fall in love with this woman. 

This sensational, sexy, beautiful, adorable younger woman! 

I should have known, from the beginning, it would never have worked, but I still let it happen!

I held her tight, told her I would always love her, kissed her and walked away.

Epilogue.

Eventually I got over Sandy, but it took a long time. She didn't make it any easier by contacting me every now and again.

We did see each other one more time. She called around to where I was living, she was depressed. We couldn't keep our hands off one another and we made love but it wasn't the same.

We weren't together any more!

I still see her around occasionally, we both live in the same general area now, but we don't stop to talk.

I've heard through the grapevine she's left her husband on two other occasions, but gone back both times.

As for me, as I said, I eventually got over her. Then I met Liz, she'd been divorced for twelve years and was only fifteen years younger than me, not twenty three. 

We moved in together in 2004 and were married in 2006. I love her like there's no tomorrow! 

And I know I'm the luckiest man alive!



Sandy Ch. 03



Sandy 3: The students prep and take their final exam

Thank you to all who have made me a favorite author, I am quite touched, and thank you also to those who have favorited my stories. I do this for you all, but I didn't expect such a great response. For those who haven't read my other stories in this series I suggest you read the first two parts. Thank you again for all those who have read what I've put forth so far. I've gotten people telling me to use italics, others said MORE CAPS, and still others told me less. It's my style, but it is not a *SHOUT*, it is more to GRAB you and see what I am attempting to convey.



Amber was beside herself as she rested in bed in the early morning light. She thoughts back to her boyfriend Marc, now in NYC, and she missed him. However, that cock Sandy strapped on and used on her felt SO good. She had to have more sex with Sandy! It was too hot and too enjoyable and it beat the guys she rejected at school. It was now for the first time she noticed the pain of last night, or lack thereof, from her becoming a woman. She had experienced sex, lost her virginity, to a woman!

JJ was on his way to work for Saturday morning and Amber decided to visit her instructor downstairs. She went to the apartment door and knocked. Amber told the visitor to enter. Sandy was seated at her desk working her term paper for her masters degree.

"Amber! My newest student returns. What is it? Did you leave something on my night stand?" Sandy asked as she looked up.

"No...umm actually I wanted to tell you last night was just...just...ummm.. really ..." Amber stuttered to answer

Sandy stood up from her desk, walked over, and stood in Amber's face and said, "Hot?"

Amber blushed and replied, "Yes, it was really hot. I can't stop thinking about it. That cock felt so good, I really want more lessons. I want to continue ...and to be truthful I couldn't stop thinking about it."

"I haven't stopped thinking about it either, but I am busy with my work now. Maybe you could come back later, after lunch, we'll have tea and I will teach you another lesson," Sandy said.

Amber was a little disappointed and told Amber she really wanted something now, she would do anything, and surely study hard on any new lesson. Sandy relented, but said it would be a brief lesson. 

Sandy told her student to go over to a small chest and find the incense burning stand and take out a cinnamon stick, the stand, and grab the Zippo lighter from its case next to the incense. Amber did as she was told, set it up on the floor on an old cooking sheet Sandy had been using and with Sandy's nod lit the incense, watched the stick burn, smolder, and glow red hot as the scent of cinnamon filled the room. Sandy got on the bed and patted it for Amber. 

Amber asked, "Why did you have me light up incense? Are we about to smoke some pot?"

Sandy was a little shocked, "You seem to be too good a girl to be into weed. Why? Did you want some?"

"No, it is just that is what people use incense for most of the time isn't it? That and maybe stuff in temples,"Amber responded. 

"You've been watching too many movies and teen dramas. Your body is a temple and this is our sanctuary. In here you learn, you practice, and you have faith and trust in me. Incense helps an experience, it ties a critical sense to an experience. It adds the sense of smell to something. Just as a smell can trigger a memory it can also enhance a feeling."

"Kind of like M.S.G. enhances Chinese food seasoning or whatever it is cooked with, " Amber joked.

"Kind of...Chinese food, I think I'll get some tonight for dinner, but anyway yes it helps enhance things. Now ...inhale deeply and you'll figure out why I chose cinnamon. You already know, instinctively," Sandy said as she took Amber by the shoulders and gently pushed her to the bed on her back.

Amber was suddenly in an intense kiss from Sandy. Sandy undid the belt Amber wore, unbuttoned her fly, and found a zipper. Amber was wearing JJ's Levis, likely she took them or it was a hand-me-down. Amber felt Sandy's hands working to pull the jeans off her and helped wiggle out of them and suddenly Amber's panties were being caressed by Sandy's hand...the heat growing by the minute. Suddenly Amber felt the kiss release, her tongue still moving, when Sandy pulled off her leaving her stunned.

"Why did you stop?" asked a shaken and disappointed Amber.

"Relax my student, part of the lesson. You are aroused, getting hot, and can you smell the cinnamon more now? Sandy asked as she took her top off, ditched her pants, and finally yanked the shirt off Amber, her bra, and panties went too.

"Yes, I can smell it more now. A lot more now," Amber said.

"And yet I haven't added more, sure there is more burnt from the stick, but I haven't really added anymore to it. What you smell is the smell of sex. You're smelling my own excitement and yours. It only gets more intense from here," Sandy explained.

Now, once again, two similarly shaped and lovely nude women returned to making hot love on Sandy's bed. Resumed with their kissing Amber closed her eyes and her teacher now began to finger her moistening folds and take glistening juices to rub over her clit and tease and gently squeeze and entice it. Amber moaned aloud at how good it felt and hugged Sandy closer. Sandy smiled, her student responded well to her ministrations. 

They moved into a delicious 69 and Amber felt herself getting hotter and hotter. She wanted to have more sex, she needed it, she craved it, and found herself saying in a guttural breath to Sandy, "Fuck me again." That is what Sandy was waiting for and then opened the drawer where she kept the dildo. She inserted it into her own hot folds and squeezed herself around it and flexed her folds. Amber begged more and asked why Sandy was doing that. "I am heating it for you darling. I don't want cold latex in you... I want it to feel like a cock. I need it to feel like a real cock. With that Sandy strapped it on, got it ready, and the reached into the drawer again and took out a pair of silk gloves that were very dense and completely hid Sandy's hands and feel inside. Amber felt two hands, inside heavy silk caress her shoulders and massage them. Amber purred and asked about the gloves.

"They are another sense enhancer for the experience. Now, no more talking my student. Endure, listen, smell, and experience," Sandy the instructor told her student.

Amber allowed herself to just feel the gloves on her shoulders, clearly with Sandy's hands inside, and heard the sucking and sticky sounds as the dildo came out of Sandy's folds and it then heard the elastic bands as it was strapped on Sandy's crotch. She then felt the first nudge of the well shaped, hot like body temp, and veined cock enter her. She moaned, winced a little, and pushed back in a sigh.

Sandy started to really pump into Amber, she tugged around her torso, pulling her closer, and really going at it. Faster and faster. Amber's eyes rolled back, she panted, and she screamed as a climax hit like a ton of bricks. Quickly Sandy's glove went over her mouth and she thrust in even harder magnifying the climax.

Amber came back to ground and caught her breath. She then, pulled off, turned around, and grabbed Sandy to kiss her. "Down girl!" was the only thought in Sandy's mind, but then again the student was driven to a mad orgasm. Amber got on her back, spread her legs a little, and motioned for her lover to take her again. Sandy smiled and got on top of Amber and reinserted and this time had the gloves on her inner shoulders and told her to close her eyes. Amber closed her eyes and Sandy delivered on another high power fucking session ending it with squeezing her bulb and forcing a squirt of her juices into Amber just as her next climax hit. Amber slowed and fell asleep. 

Sandy laughed to herself and brought her folds to Amber's face. "Hey, what about me? I need some pleasure too. Strap it on yourself crotch and gimme some pleasure!

Amber was shown how to collect her juices into the reservoir and learn to control the bulb. With some experience and teaching surely she'd get good. Sandy got on all fours and told Amber to get behind her and start licking.

Amber proceeded to lick and then got on all fours behind Sandy. She was not use to this: another woman in front of her on all fours, her own folds behind a large dick, and the woman wanting to be fucked. She was a bit awkward at first, it isn't as easy as it look ladies, it takes some skill and practice to get the balance and rhythm. With proper coaching and teaching Amber proceeded to bring a head-swimming orgasm to Sandy. 

After giving Amber a smack on the ass on the way out as she was ushered to the door to allow her to finish her work Sandy resumed her work on her paper. She had new material to work with now.

That evening Sandy's lessons continued with Amber learning more about how to accept the gloves, take voice direction, not speak, learn to listen more, pay attention to feeling, and also keep her eyes closed and learn the use of blindfolds. The lessons continued for Amber at some times, JJ at others, and through it all over the next few weeks Sandy still went to her classes and worked on her paper. JJ worked and Amber attended school.

Sandy began to wear Sunbeam Raspberry Body spray from Bath & Body Works and would always spray it on her before sex. Neither JJ or Amber seemed to mind, they both said they loved the odor. Sandy smiled to herself every time she sprayed it on herself.

Towards the end of the semester as Sandy prepared to hand in her paper she needed a conclusion and with that she prepared her two students for their own final exam.

The parents were headed away for the weekend and asked that Sandy please keep an eye out and make sure no wild parties are held and if so to please do whatever she could to keep an eye out for nothing to get out of hand. They offered her some money for her troubles, but she said she'd be home anyway and agreed to keep an eye on the two.

Saturday night approached. Sandy had made plans with JJ, but told him to tell Amber he was going out that night to spend time with a friend. When JJ asked why Sandy told him that Amber was looking to see if the three of them could go to the movies and since she intended on being him they needed a reason to not be there. However, what JJ didn't know is that earlier in the day Sandy had told Amber nearly the same thing: she too told was to tell JJ she was spending time with a friend, so he'd not believe them to be home and find something else to do that night. That night indeed had quite a set up.

As Saturday night approached Amber was informed to knock Sandy's door at exactly 7:45PM that evening and JJ to do it at 7:55PM. Both siblings ate together earlier from delivered Chinese food. They each told the other they were leaving and went to their rooms after they cleaned up dinner.

Meanwhile downstairs in her apartment Sandy prepared the bed, put out the stand of incense, lit candles, lowered the lights, and sprayed her body with the raspberry body spray and smiled. At exactly 7:45 Amber knocked on the door and was let inside and saw Sandy was naked and kissed her and told her to get on the bed. The embraced, kissed, and then Amber was told this was their final exam: During the entire time she was not to speak, only moan, breath, and listen to the commands. She was to focus exclusively on the sensations and the moment. Amber agreed. At that point she was blindfolded with a soft silk scarf and asked if she was comfortable. She nodded and then was then commanded to get on all fours. Amber was asked if she liked the candles and set up along with the smells. Amber nodded.

Sandy gently got up and went back to the open door to her apartment. A few moments later JJ came down and before he could say a word he saw Sandy's finger go to her mouth in a "quiet" gesture. JJ smiled and walked up to her. She motioned for him to turn around. He did so and as he did he felt a soft silk scarf go around him blindfolding him. 

In his ear Sandy whispered, "I am very proud of you. You've cum quite far. Tonight is your final lesson. No talking. Just focus on the moment, listen for commands, and above all focus on pleasure and remember to react to the body."

With that and a nod from JJ she began to strip him naked at the door and told him to keep quiet. She embraced him and made sure their bodies pressed together for a few moments, allowing and causing the scent of raspberries to get all over his skin. She then started to blow his rigid cock and then led him towards the bed. Before getting through the door she handed him the silk gloves and he put them on without question.

Each sibling knew the other was out, after all they each told them the other was going out. Each was about to have some great sex with Sandy. Neither could wait. Neither could Sandy.

Amber's nude body was on all fours on the bed, blindfolded and awaiting pleasure, and Sandy gave her folds a few quick licks. Amber swooned. Now getting on the bed JJ started to reach out and put his glove-wearing on shoulders. He reached out for the first, and seemingly only, pair of shoulders he found. 

Sandy slowly got off the bed and with her head between the two siblings said, "I am ready! Baby, let's do it my student."

With that and the smell of cinnamon magnifying sexual arousal, the smell of raspberries assuring Amber that Sandy was behind her and that Sandy was in front of JJ he eased his hot cock into the alluring and lovely folds ahead of his cock. Both siblings moaned and did their best to just focus on feeling and not speak. 

Amber felt the realistic dildo creeping into her folds, it was hot, and felt so real. She'd need to ask Sandy where she got that great and realistic feeling latex pleasure-bringing device. 

JJ felt the folds of, whom he believed was Sandy, grip and squeeze his cock. He moaned, massaged the shoulders ahead of him in the gloves, and kissed the back in front of him.

Through the darkness of their blindfolds the two fucking siblings now listened to the pleasure they were clearly brining the other party, smelled raspberries and cinnamon mixed with sexual excitement. A little bit of glowing light was present with the candles. They relaxed, enjoyed, and kept going at it. Every few minutes Sandy would move her head between them and say he well they were doing and how great it felt.

It was JJ's first round and Sandy knew he'd pop soon. Amber was close to climax, she could tell. A few moments later she told the two of them---to each of them individually it would seem---to wrap their legs around her. JJ did, thinking it was Sandy, and Amber did the same. Intertwined and locked in their doggy style hot fuck sensations were too high and they mutually climaxed. Amber noticed how powerfully the dildo in her was shooting, how hot and quick it came, and how GREAT it felt.

JJ felt his climax hit him like a ton of bricks! He shot and shot and shot! He held onto the shoulders, shuddering, and panting with much excitement! He loved every moment and couldn't wait to do more. A few moments passed and JJ withdrew his cock.

Sandy asked, with her head between them as they each panted, "Feel good my student?" Both nodded, still not speaking and breathing heavily.

Sandy had candles atop the card table and the table was a few feet away from the center of the bed off to the right. Sandy sat in the chair by the card table, naked, and turned on to high hell. She told them both to sit on the bed and face her voice. Each did so thinking the other had gotten up.

"My student you may remove your blindfold and whatever you do you are not to speak. Go ahead," Sandy said with a "point of no return" feeling.

JJ and Amber took off the blindfolds and found their eyes hurt by the sudden jump from darkness to candle light, but both could clearly begin to see Sandy sitting in the chair and they focused and focused until they realized by listening still, they were still in a heightened sensory mind-set that they were not alone on the bed, there was another breathing!

Sandy waved to the two of them and made eye contact with each as suddenly JJ and Amber, through still focusing eyes, noticed each other. Both were clearly shocked, but did not speak. Partly still under Sandy's commands and partly shock.

Sandy spoke, "Don't say a word. Control. Focus. I won't give you cliches you find in other stories about how perhaps you both always loved each other and you should share family love. Nor will I ask you to examine if you really enjoyed it or the like. Instead I will simply confess some things to you both.

First, I know you both wanted each other and I further know you both loved that. Perhaps you're even thinking of going at your next round now. However, before I tell you what I was about tell you...JJ, go to the bathroom."

JJ did as he was told, he knew to listen, and he had to go.

When he returned Sandy had given Amber a t shirt to wear and motioned for him to sit next to Amber again on the bed. Both were eager to hear what Sandy had to spill.

Sandy resumed, "The paper I am working on for my degree is a study into the psyche and history of incest, a collection of some personal stories from interviews, and in the final part of the thesis I am seeing if it can be cultivated and learned. Not from cliched "I caught him masturbating" or "She was drunk" cliches, but through senses and pleasure. My own twist was the idea of leading two parties into it through establishing a tacit desire and then masking the scent, the feeling, the sound, and the sight. All that could felt was feeling, pleasure. The first sense. So my students, for the sake of research I have questions for you about what you think now. I am sure you have questions."

Amber spoke first, but she did not scream in anger, nor wretch, or the like. She realized it was done, she had the orgasm and it is was it was. She'd deal with that soon. She asked, "Why us? Why incest?"

"Well do you remember how I've spoken of my brothers a few times? I am sure by now you realize I have been sleeping with my two older brothers for some time. Perhaps someday I'll tell you more about it if you wish. For me it started when I read the story "State Fair", it was so hot. It spoke of a girl named Denise and her brother and the incest, animal sex, and lesbian sex she experiences at the state fair. As for the two of you....you both live in the same house. What about you stud? You're awful quiet," She turned to JJ

JJ was not able to speak. He was on display, his cock shrived up. He worried about his sister, Sandy, and more. He seemed ready to leave.

"Now come on stud! You're one of my prized pupils, you have confidence. I am not going to tell anyone and your sister isn't mad. Stay here," said Sandy.

JJ did as he was told and spoke. He asked if Amber enjoyed his loving prowess, if she felt it was good, and asked her to rate him. She gave great feelings and told him it was truly amazing. JJ felt better. JJ finally asked a question, "Why did you chose us? Why not another pair of siblings?"

Sandy sighed, "That's a good question. I am not going to be here much longer. The paper will soon be handed in, I will graduate, get my degree, and hopefully find work at an institute or hospital. During that time I will likely move out of here. You both need someone to enjoy your sexual energy, new found skills, and keep satisfied. My gift to you for the research: You have each other now."

The three of them spoke until later hours, decided to go out for late night ice cream, and then return to Sandy's den for a hot session of "study hall."



Thank you for reading my stories. If I get enough positive feedback I could continue this or write a prequel.



Sandy Ch. 03



When we had dried ourselves off and were back in the bedroom, she watched me start getting dressed. We were both silent; it was the obvious time to suggest when we would meet again, obviously Friday evening with the others, but if we were going to make love - better, have sex - again, it was her place, her option, ... or did she want me to suggest a date without sex? She was still just standing there, delightfully naked, as I pulled on my pants, which seemed to accentuate the fact to her.

"I guess I better put something on," she said softly, and opened a drawer and took out a shorty nightgown and slipped it over her head.

"Aw, you were so nice and naked."

"Yeah, I know, but it was beginning to feel funny, with you all dressed.

"Come here. There's something I've been wanting to do all evening."

She looked a little curious as she came close to me. I pulled up her nightgown and leaned down and found her nipple with my mouth, at first all soft, but then popping out, all stiff, as I sucked as much of her breast in my mouth as I could and played with her nipple with my tongue.

"Oooh, don't start that," she demurred, but let me continue, and let me slide my lips over and find her other nipple. Then she pushed her nightgown down, forcing me to release her nipple, and with a snort said: "Next time."

I hadn't intended it to be that way, the introduction to that question, but it was a very good one.

"When? Do you want to go out?" She hesitated a moment, her nipples still erect under her nightgown:

"Do you want to come back? Tomorrow? She'll still be away." She glanced behind me at the bed:

"Kind of a pity to waste the clean bed."

When I didn't reply immediately, she added:

"Kind of a silly reason, I guess, but they are my good sheets."

"Not at all. It would be impolite for a gentleman to refuse a lady's invitation to her freshly made bed."

We both snickered, and then I continued:

"I wasn't planning to workout this much the first week, but I guess it would be good for me to get back in the routine ..."

"And good for me, too," she interrupted with a grin, and then snickered again and added:

"Besides, I need to practice some of the new stuff I learned, ... while it is still fresh in my mind."

"I bet! ... Fresh where? In your fresh mouth, ... and wherever else your mind is."

Sandy laughed, and I chuckled, pleased at my turn of phrase and its reception.

Okay? Here? Tomorrow?

"Um-hmm, thank you. Just a workout, no dinner. ... Oh, that was pretty blunt, sorry. Maybe just to enjoy a bottle of wine together and watch TV or something."

"Yeah, 'TV or something', and the wine would be nice too."

"I can get here by myself. What time will you be home?"

"Five thirty, say, quarter to six; the doorman will have to call me."

Sandy handed me my jacket. As I put it on, she grinned and gathered her nightgown up to her neck and smiled as I took in her naked figure and the said cheerfully:

"I don't know what I am doing, ... but I sure know what we have done."

"We know what we are doing," I repeated my earlier statement. She nodded, not looking so convinced, still holding her nightgown up, so I took her breasts in my hands, and after a friendly squeeze, embraced her nude body, holding her shoulders and hips to me. She put her arms around my neck and we exchanged good kisses.

"Kind of funny, ... like that painting," she murmured when we released each other, and her nightgown dropped down to cover her.

"Um-hmm, but a good way to let me remember you."

We parted at the door, and I headed home, only a few blocks. It was only a little past nine o'clock, which was not only surprising, but good, within the time I could be expected home from training. I wondered if I was going to be able to carry off the subterfuge. Luckily now, my family didn't take much interest in my gymnastics, but liked that I was continuing with training, but any lie is difficult to maintain. Oh, and I had shaved! Would anyone notice? It would be obvious, if anyone happened to think about it. But then I was recalling the evening: "Real wow!" as Sandy had said about the first time she saw him come. Whatever feelings she had about her boyfriend, she certainly enjoyed sex for its own sake, for her sake, even the first time, when he had come in her hand, admitting that she was pleased to have made a man come, not just relating it to her then boyfriend. And then she had said so directly: "If you want me to. I am curious." And she was! Had I talked her into it, ... or had she already been thinking of trying it, ... with whomever? Whatever, she had certainly been thinking that the evening could end in bed, and it had - well, not literally - but tomorrow ...!

I was almost home and considered what I could say about training: the names of a couple of people my family didn't know, with whom I could say that I had supper with. Then I was there, letting myself in with my key. My parents greeted me as usual with our formal handshake, and my sister came from her room to say hello. I wondered if her look at my face meant that she recognized that I had shaved. She would know exactly what that suggested. I quickly repressed any thoughts of why and when. I left my jacket in my room and returned to my parents, who were satisfied with my brief description of my evening training, and remembered to mention that I was going to meet the guys again the next day. Then my mother said:

"Oh, there is a letter to us all from Martha. Nice that she wrote and seemed to have enjoyed her stay with us so much. It's in the letter box."

The "letter box" was the family's in-box on my father's desk, only approached by invitation, such as my mother's remark. Terribly curious, especially after my mother's comment, I nonetheless feigned only mild interest, not immediately moving to read it. Somehow, I felt that my sister would tell me about it, tell me her thoughts about it. Maybe that is why she had looked at me that way. Would Martha - I thought of her name as she and not my mother had pronounced it - have ventured to write something that I or my sister could read between the lines? I almost hoped not, for fear that it wouldn't have escaped my parents, but also hope so, wanting to hear from her. At least, I would have her address.

I sat with my parents for the few minutes before we would all go to bed, ostensibly reading the newspaper, but really more wondering about Martha's letter, interspersed with images of Sandy - looking down at her sucking on my cock, looking at her aroused, dripping cunt, blushing behind the paper at my thoughts and use of that word. My sister came back in one of her shorty nightgowns and bottom to say good night to us, my parents first and then to me, adding:

"You should read Martha's letter; it's to all of us." And then with a glance to see that our parents were back to their reading, she stroked my cheek with a final "good night."

Yes, she knew, I thought, thankful that she hadn't said something about my training - good girl! With this encouragement, I excused myself, saying:

"Well, I guess I should read it."

"Yes," my mother agreed: "it is only polite to read every letter addressed to one."

That sounded less suspicious, I thought as I went and found the letter, an aerogramme, the cheapest form of international airmail. Although it was closely written in her neat script and would take a while to read, I chose to remain standing at my father's desk as I read it.

It really was a very nice an appreciative letter. She mentioned that she had arrived home safely and found her family all well, and thanked that I had driven her to the airport - harmless enough, although of greater significance to the two of us. Then she wrote how and how much she appreciated each member of the family, admitting that she really didn't know me as well as she knew my parents and sister. That was also nice and harmless, but so contrary to the fact that again I - and my sister - could understand that she meant the opposite. When she mentioned that she hoped that she had in some way helped my sister during her stay, well, of course, that was also harmless, per se, but her comment that she thought that she had grown up a lot during the year was again something I could only hope that my parents agreed with and didn't read anything between the lines, consoling myself that they couldn't really. Then Martha mentioned her brothers, telling that the younger one - "whom I am closer to" - had been shown great interest in all her stories about life in America and in an American family - "although we both know that your family is exceptional and not the average." My parents could like that, but Martha's suggestion that her brother also understood that we were "exceptional" was open to interpretation, at least by my sister and me: had she told him how we were exceptional, maybe become "closer" to him, too ...?

Oh, she went on to say that he thought that is the way their own family should be! When she continued, telling that he now had his own student room, but that she hadn't yet visited him, I could only think that she meant for me to understand it that way. I hoped so. No one else in the family could have an interest in his living arrangements. Then she closed, sending greetings to each of us, asking them to be passed on to me if I weren't at home. 

Greatly relieved and delighted with her letter, I thought Martha's closing remark was very clever: suggesting that she knew little about my plans for the summer; that she assumed that I might not see and read her letter; that, therefore, there wouldn't be an special or concealed message to me in it. I had to smile to myself, glad that I hadn't taken it back to the living room to read.

When I returned to my parents, I had the feeling that they had been waiting for me. My mother immediately said:

"Wasn't that nice! Martha is such a nice girl. I am almost sorry that you didn't get to know her better."

That was almost too much, but I managed to agree that I was, too, without looking at my father; I had the feeling that he was somewhat suspect of the idea. I didn't have time to wonder if I thought that he suspected that maybe we had gotten to know each other better, or was just not in agreement with my mother's comment; she immediately continued by saying that she agreed with Martha that my sister had seemed to have grown up a lot, "especially since the spring." That was also almost too much, especially when she added that she thought that our week together on Fire Island had been a good idea, and thanked me for having agreed "to chaperone your little sister." 

All I could manage to say was:

"Yes, it was lot better than I thought it would be. ... We actually had a good time." 

Then I remembered my sister's story for them about her bikini, and ventured:

"Uh, ... sorry about the bikini."

"That's all right," my father suddenly interjected: She looks good in it, but a father can be pleased to have a good looking daughter."

My mother's glance at him didn't seem to show agreement, but she seldom contradicted him, compromising with:

"Perhaps, but that is not your fault," she concluded, turning to me.

That had all gone much better than I could have hoped: Martha's letter, the week with my sister and with Martha, their week together, and, of course, my evening with Sandy I was going to enjoy telling her - not about my sister. 

My parents arose, and we all said good night and went to our rooms. 

When I was in bed, my light still on, suddenly my door opened silently. It could only be my sister, not that she had ever visited me before in the night - but I had dreamt that she had, and had fears that she might. The sight of her in the door awakened the wrong feelings, especially when I suddenly remembered the night with Martha when I thought I had been sleeping with my sister. She shook her head, as if to quiet my fears, and closed the door as quietly has she had opened it and approached my bed.

"I'm not going to do anything. What did they say ... about the letter?" she whispered.

I gestured that she could sit on my bed, and then I told her that Mother had really liked it, and mentioned my relief at her response. She nodded with a smile:

"Yeah, me too. I wasn't so sure, knowing too much, ... it just seemed so obvious, one thing after another: 'an exceptional American family,' you bet! I almost choked when I read about my seeming older. What did the parents say to that?"

"They thought so too, especially since this spring, and Mom thanked me for 'chaperoning' you."

She almost choked again, and I with her, trying to stifle any noise. When we had regained our composure, I warned her to relax and told how I had apologized about her bikini, and what our father had said, and our Mother's reaction. For a minute, she just held her hand to her mouth, her eyes smiling, as she contained her response, then finally whispering:

"Oh, that was great, thank you, ... and Daddy ...! I could kiss you for that."

"Don't!"

"I won't," and her expression changed: "but I would like to."

"Don't!"

She nodded and stroked my cheek.

"You shaved. I thought so, ... and I can only think of one reason why."

She looked at me questioningly, and when I didn't say anything, trying to look non-committal, she whispered:

"I know you too well. ... Lucky you, if it's what I think."

I nodded, feeling I owed it to her to confirm her thoughts - she did know me too well. She just nodded in acknowledgment and then changed the subject, back to Martha's letter:

"What was all that about her brother? Martha's?"

I told her a bit, the story about her showing him her first bra. My sister obviously enjoyed and understood that, and then I explained that that was at least partly why Martha had accepted what we had done. My sister really liked that, and almost immediately wondered:

"Oh, do you think they ...?

"I don't know. She sounded like she kind of liked the thought. Why not, knowing us. I was wondering if her writing that he had his own student room suggested that."

"Oh yeah. I had forgotten that. It didn't make much sense, but it does, if that was what she was suggesting, ... and only you would know. Clever. ... And the clever of her at the end, suggesting that you might not be around to read her letter. She knew you were working."

"Yes, that is what I was thinking, but the parents seemed not to have noticed; she made it sound like we hardly knew each other."

My sister stifled another noise, and then stroked my cheek again:

"A girl at work?"

I nodded.

"Lucky you, then. Don't get caught. They like that you are training, ... at least the way they think."

She started to get up, and I had of vision of her nude again, getting off the bed that way the first time, but it was only a vision. At the door, she turned and mouthed "good night", and I did too. Then she disappeared as silently as she had come. I turned off the light and had some confused thoughts about Martha and my sister and Sandy, and an equally confusing dream involving them and - I think - Martha's brother, confused, but with no sex.

At breakfast, my mother suggested that my sister should reply for us all to Martha's letter. In the past, such suggestions had usually needed more forceful repetition, but my sister readily agreed, apparently surprising our father, who said that it seemed that Martha was right about her having grown up. My sister made a pretense of saying that knew she would have to sooner or later, not to seem too agreeable, but that didn't really change the truth of Martha's statement, and I imagined that Martha would get a much more interesting letter than whatever one of my parents would have written.

I thought to take an additional item of training clothing with me, to underline my evening activity, and was off to work. Sandy and I kept out of each other's way during the day, also eating lunch with different groups. Of course, when we did see each other once, our eyes met, and we both winked. I wondered if her nipples had stiffened, but we were just passing in the corridor. At the end of the day, I bought another bottle of wine, and then was headed to her apartment, wondering a little what would happen. Well, that seemed pretty obvious, but now it seemed a little strange to be going to a date with the mutual understanding that we were just going to have sex. Oh, maybe "TV or something" and wine, but we both knew we meant another "workout". Sandy was wittier than I had thought, which I liked, but I wondered if she was having the same thoughts - despite having been so direct the evening before about wanting to use the freshly made bed. She must have slept in it last night, though. But I did have some experience with the situation - with my tutee - I recalled, and that had worked out fine. Whatever, the shower had been a good start - yeah, with my sister, too! - and certainly would be again. I slowed down to wait till quarter to six, wondering how Sandy would greet me.

The doorman called her and then let me go up. She opened the door and greeted me, not with an embrace or kiss, just saying: "Hi, there you are," and closing the door behind me. She had taken off her shoes and also her panty hose. I presented my bottle of wine, and she thanked for it with a slight smirk at its reference to the previous evening. It was a bottle of white wine, and I followed her into the kitchen where she put it in the refrigerator, asking if we wanted a beer, getting out two cans. We opened them and skaaled and drank, still in the kitchen, and then went back to the living room. I realized that I had only sat at the dining table the night before when she suggested that we sit down. We did, on her sofa-bed, with a too long moment of silence. Then she gave me a sheepish smile and said:

"This is a little funny; I didn't think how this would be last night."

"Yeah, I know. I was wondering about that too on the way here."

"Yeah, kinda, 'come up for a drink and ...'"

"Well, we're having the drink, skaal."

"Skaal," and we drank and looked at each other.

"Oh, I should have offered to take your jacket. Aren't you warm."

"Very, thanks."

We stood up, and I slipped off my jacket, handing it to her, and then followed her into the bedroom. When she had hung it up and turned back to me, I said:

"Isn't this when you're supposed to say: 'I want to slip into something more comfortable'?"

Sandy snickered with a grin and nod and started to unbutton her blouse:

"Don't you,"

"I don't have anything to slip into."

"Well, you'll just have to go without. ... Maybe I'll want to, too."

We both snickered and started to take of our clothes, more relaxed after finding our way past the awkward moment. When we were both down to our last underwear, Sandy looked at me and said:

"Still kinda funny, ... like an old couple, just taking it off."

"Yeah, but we aren't, and I am watching, expectantly."

"Hmm!" she snorted with a smile:

"Then help me," and she stepped closer and turned for me to unhook her bra.

Of course, I didn't just unhook it, I slid my hands around her and found her breasts, recalling their form in my hands, and she nuzzled her ass back against me as she shrugged her shoulders out of the straps and let it slide down her arms, flipping it onto the chair as she said:

"Yeah, that's better, thanks," and tilted her head back, presenting her ear to my lips. When I puffed in it, she pressed it to me, and my tongue explored as I held her to me.

"Um-hmmm" she sighed contentedly, and then began to push down her panties, wiggling her hips against me until they dropped to her ankles. As I was about to let go of her breasts to take mine off, she whispered:

"Don't let go. I'll take them off," and reached back and did, with some difficulty, but then they also fell, and she reached back and held me to her, presenting her ear again, that had been neglected during this, purring contentedly again, and more so as one of my hands slid down and fluffed up her pubic hair and then cupped around it and held her, and she snorted when she felt my cock pressing against her ass, and then asked:




Sandy Ch. 03



"Anyone for a shower?"

"Good idea. Want to finish our beers before they get warm?"

"Also a good idea," and we released each other, looking at our nakedness for a moment, and then she took my hand and we returned to the living room.

"Here's looking at you," I toasted, and stared very pointedly at her breasts and pubic hair.

"And at you," she responded, staring in return, and then we emptied our cans with a long drink.

When Sandy burped on the way to the bathroom, I was reminded of the first evening with Martha, when she too had burped after downing her beer, having to think that so many little incidence recur when one does the same thing with different girls - and we were about to do another one again, showering together, peeing too?

And, indeed, when we were facing each other in the tub, Sandy murmured:

"I got to go," and then started to, looking at me and then snorting, giving her stream a pulse.

"Me too, good idea, saves water," I agreed as she smirked. This time, I took him in my hand and then directed my stream onto her thigh, then finding her pubic hair, and then up, almost to her breasts. Her nipples stood out as she watched me, at first looking surprised, but then giggling before she complained:

"That's unfair; you know I can't do that."

"I'll make it fair," I replied, and reached my hand down in her stream, directing mine down to it and then trying follow my hand as I raised it up to her pussy, catching the last of her flow as my fingers slipped between her thighs.

"You are raunchy."

"It was your idea; I didn't want you to be raunchy all alone."

"I guess so," she agreed with a snicker and smile, and then asked: "Soap?"

"Yeah, just not before I go home."

Sandy picked the soap up, and we started washing each other, passing it back and forth, doing such a thorough job on each other, that even when we washed each other's asshole, and when she washed my cock and balls, he didn't become more aroused, just nicely fuller, but still loose for her to flop around. Then we were rinsing each other off, again very thoroughly.

"I don't like the taste of soap," Sandy said as she made sure that fresh water flowed all around my cock and balls, and I agreed as I made sure there was no soap between the folds of her pussy and the cheeks of her ass, but she too didn't react as though it were arousing, just very familiar, smiling at me as I did so - as though we both knew that this was just the preliminary for what would be arousing.

And it was the same as we this time dried each other, taking turns, starting with each other's face, and then down, until we had alternately dried each other's legs and feet. When we had finished, I ask a little facetiously:

"And what are we going to do now?"

"You don't know?!"

"Well, since we aren't going to have dinner ...?"

"We could just have dessert. ... Oh, and I want to practice a little of what I learned yesterday."

"That's a good idea; you wouldn't want to forget."

By then, we had left the bathroom, when it suddenly occurred to me that I had forgotten to shave. When I asked if she wanted me to, she stroked my cheek and said:

"Not right now," and then snickered and added:

"Yesterday I had my thighs so wide open that it probably didn't make any difference."

We had paused by the bedroom door. I nodded with a grin, and then tilted my head questioningly towards the bedroom. Sandy led me into the room, remarking:

"It's not so fresh as yesterday; I slept in it last night."

"As long as no one else did, ..."

She flung back the bedspread and top sheet and turned and looked at me: her arms down at her sides with the palms turned forward so that her forearms stood slightly away from her hips, very naked with her pubic hair - not an idealized artist's nude posing detachedly - naked, waiting, offering herself, with the open bed so suggestive of how. And her nipples stiffened as I looked at her, feeling my cock stir slightly.

"Um-hmm," she murmured, perhaps having noticed; she was looking at him:

"I'm not curious any more; I know what I want, ... what I like. ... And you?"

"I want you to have it. Lie down."

She did, stepping back and sitting on the bed, and then turning to lie on her back with her head on the pillow, again in a position of offering herself: her hand at her sides, her thighs relaxed and open as she looked up at me, now standing over her, seeing her aroused nipples, her firm breasts hardly sagging to the sides, and her intense, waiting eyes as her tongue wet her lips, her eyes shifting once to my cock and then back to mine.

"What do you want?" she asked as her near hand rose towards my sex.

The thought of a superficial, maybe witty response faded as I recognized how aroused she was, her fingers stroking behind my balls, as if to draw them to her.

"I want my dessert, too," I replied softly, and let her fingers' urging draw me closer to the bed. Her thighs twitched open as her pelvis rocked up in a reflex and she nodded, her mouth now open, anticipating my cock, as her fingers caught the skin at the back of my sack and firmly drew at it, almost forcing me to kneel on the edge of the bed as I placed one hand next to her hip, supporting myself as I swung my leg over her, her grasp on my sack continuing until I was astraddle of her and felt her other hand find my cock, not yet fully stiff. 

I grasped her hips and with a lunge pulled her down the bed. She gasped, her thighs flopping open as her knees drew up, her feet staying where they were, and now my knees were level with her head, but she could only kiss the head of my cock by drawing it back and raising her head, and she soon wasn't going to be able to force it back so far. I slid my knees back further, and at her urging, further again as my hands clutched her ass and I looked at her pussy: her hair under my chin, and then the curve of her mons, the start of her slit, her lips already a little engorged, showing their pink inner edges, moist. I wanted to open them with my fingers, to be able to see her open pussy before I kissed it. My fingers crept around her ass until they could extend up between her thighs and draw her lips open. Mmmm!

But also "Mmmm!" her other lips had taken the head of my cock between them, allowing her to suck it deeper, and now her hands were sliding around my hips, drawing them closer as she caressed him with her tongue, and I let my knees slide a little further to help let her suck him as deep as she wanted. Then she was just caressing him, arousing enough, but still I could enjoy for a moment the view of her open pussy. Oh yes, it was very inviting, all moist between her lips and her pink inner lips, and her hole, her clitoris still hidden. I dropped my head between her thighs and covered as much of her opening as I could, my mouth wide open as my tongue lapped the length of her pussy and back, finding the hood of her clitoris, making her gasp slightly, sucking fresh air into her mouth, and then we settled down to enjoying what each of us was doing, enjoying our dessert as much we were enjoying what the other was doing.

Sandy had said how much she enjoyed the thought that she was giving me pleasure, giving a cock pleasure; and I had told her that the longer it took the better it was, the better it would be for her - getting an extra helping. Maybe I was distracting her from concentrating too much on getting it yet. I hoped so, but even so, she was making it almost too good for my cock, I felt my balls draw. Oh, she was letting him slip from her mouth, urging me to raise my hips. Had she seen that they had drawn up? 

Letting my cock bob free, she pressed on the back of my ass, and I let her move me, my head dropping lower between her thighs my tongue exploring the back of her slit and the firm area below it. Oooh! She had raised her head and was trying to catch my tight, wrinkled skin with her teeth, now opening her mouth wider, half around one of my balls, but now gently letting it slip free as she held my skin and pulled at it, almost hurting me with her teeth, but exactly what I needed, still pulling at it for a few moments, and then getting another grip with her teeth.

"Ummm! Good!" I encouraged her, delighting at her inventiveness as my tongue explored as far down as it could, just suggesting an interest in finding her asshole. Her tongue was now testing the softness of my sack, and then she clutched my ass to raise her head, pressing her open mouth around one of my balls, sucking, and then gently holding it as her tongue moved on my skin. Then she let it go and relaxed her head. Her hand slipped around my hip and found my cock, drawing it back to her mouth as her other hand urged me to move my hips back, and then she had him in her mouth again, like that time with my sister on the sofa, letting him start over. 

Trying to ignore what she was doing to him, I did everything I could to enjoy her pussy, and after my tongue's exploring, my fingers crept in towards her asshole - we had promised each other that for the "next time," this time. Before they found it, her fingers were trying to find mine, her mouth almost still as they crept down, she nodding slightly as I touched hers, and then I nodding when she found mine, and I made it move, and she responded, and then I buried my nose between her pussy lips and found her clitoris as she sucked again on my cock, and then everything was pure, unconscious reflex as our lips and tongues and fingers and assholes moved, our pelvises rocking slowly, my finger with more initiative than hers, feeling her asshole contract as I imagined that I could feel the ring around her hole move on my nose - maybe it did. 

Then my pelvis began to twitch, fucking my cock in her mouth. Her other hand clutched it to control its movement, and then she gave a sharp "uhnn!" as I started to spurt, and her own hips went wild, pumping, and her thighs clasping my head, as she spurted past my nose, her asshole drawing my finger deeper as we both spurted, and her fingers pressed around my asshole as I lapped up a spurt of her sweet love juice and then returned to her clitoris. When my orgasm was over, she just gasped around my cock, moaning and gasping as hers continued, until her hand pressed my face from her pussy, and then she collapsed, her thighs flopping open, flat on the bed, as she turned her head to let my cock slip free.

With a gasp of my own, I rolled on my side, my head on her thigh, hugging her still body with my arm around her hips and with my leg across her breasts. Her stomach was rising and falling with deep breaths, exhaling with little whimpers.

I almost dozed off. At least, it seemed that I was awakened when Sandy stirred, extending her other leg and then rolling towards me. I drew my leg up as a cushion for her head, and she raised it and then let it rest heavily on my thigh. Then we were still for another long period, again almost dozing, at least, with no thoughts.

Then she urged me to remove my leg. When I had propped it up with my foot near her head, she gently fondled my cock and balls for a moment, and then just stroked them a couple of times, like one would do with a pet. Finally she murmured:

"Oh gosh! I didn't know it would be that good. ... I didn't even hope it could be. ... Hmm! Know to hope that it could be."

After a moment or two, I agreed:

"It sure was, for me too. ... Yes, it was impressive, it really was good, both ways."

"Hmm! I noticed. I kind of forgot that I wanted it be good for you too."

"It was. And I wanted to make you forget."

"That's sweet. Thanks. You sure did."

I started to sit up, and then gave Sandy a hand, she sitting where her ass had been.

"Oooh, did I do all that? So much for my fresh bed," and she grinned at me.

"Well, I helped a little, I think."

"Not just a little, a whole bunch." She looked at me a bit wryly and went on:

"And ... uh, I guess one finger in my asshole is as good as two in my cunt. ... Geez! I never talked like this before!" and she looked at me with funny expression, then after a moment went on:

"Anyway, what was I about to say? ... Yeah, ... well, I never really tried it without, after I discovered that two was better than one, you know, with him. No reason to; I knew what worked. Besides it feels so good, squirming them in my slippery hole."

She looked at me again as though she were surprised at what she had said. I agreed with a smile, nodding:

"It sure does, ... same with me, ... well, different, of course, I don't just like to feel my balls moving, but like the feel of them in my hand."

We both chuckled at this sharing of details, and Sandy reached over, having to lean forward, and fondled them as she said:

"I do too."

We both chuckled again as she sat up, and I asked if she wanted some wine. She did, so we both got up and went to the kitchen. She got the glasses while I opened the bottle and then poured. We toasted each other silently and drank. When I picked up the bottle, she asked:

"Where?"

"Let's go back to the bedroom."

"Yeah, 'good idea'," and she smiled at me after her using the expression that had become a sort of leitmotif.

In the bedroom, I set down the bottle of wine and we got on the bed with our glasses, spilling a little before we got settled with the pillows against the headboard and my arm around her shoulders, and then had another sip.

"Good thing it is white wine, or did you plan for this? Have you done this before?" 

"What? Well, I'm not a virgin."

"No, silly, drink wine in bed."

"Oh, I was afraid you were going to ask something personal. ... Hmm? ... No, actually, not

ever. We don't do that at our house."

"I hadn't thought so. ... Uh, ... not even with the Norwegian girl?

"Now you are getting personal, but not even with her. ... Don't start getting jealous."

"Oh, I'm not. How could I? If there was anything, it was probably before we met."

"Actually not, the first week on the job, but we really only met on Friday evening."

"Oh, you did! Lucky her! ... That's a compliment. I'm not going to ask anything else.

"Cheers, to your great tact."

We both chuckled and then drank, and then were silent. I wanted to tell Sandy about how Martha had said the first evening that she would be in her room, somehow likening that to all Sandy's "subtle" actions the night before, but thought better of reopening the subject. After our drink, Sandy had very familiarly placed her hand on my sex, just resting her hand on it. Then after a few moments, almost absentmindedly, she caught a bit of the loose skin on my cock and raised it, shaking it slightly, letting it drop, and then doing it again, and then just dug her fingers a bit into my hair.

"And have you done this before, ... the wine? She glanced over at me slightly with mild snort:

"A couple of times. Hm-hmm. ... Yeah, that's funny, and did what I just did," and she did it again, adding: "I might not have remembered if you hadn't asked."

"Yes, I know, some things just repeat themselves when you're in the same situation."

"Um-hmm ... yeah ..." and she turned her head and smiled at me and then did it again.

There was another silence, but not an uncomfortable one. One after the other, we each had another sip of wine. I let the hand around her shoulder slip down and hold her breast, and she took hers off me and held the back of my hand. Just very comfortable, not worrying about having to say anything, having to think of something to say. Then Sandy spoke:

"I like this, ..." and squeezed my hand: "it's so easy, two people just doing something they enjoy, that makes them feel good, that makes each other feel good. ... I just like it," and she squeezed the back of my hand again.

I squeezed her breast and agreed:

"I wish I had said that. It sounds a little ... too ... just 'seconding the motion' to say 'me too'."

"Um-hmm, but you didn't. I just happen to say it first. I like that: most of the time you come up with the 'good ideas' first.

"This time, you certainly did, ... and it was a lot better one than some of the others. Well, they weren't bad, just not as meaningful."

"I like that too, thanks. ... What time is it?"

I looked at my watch: "A little past seven."

"Really! So early? I guess so; it's still light. ... And some people are just starting their date, and wondering if maybe something is going to happen - or knowing it won't. I think we're doing this right. Maybe we got off to a flying start yesterday, but so what? I like it."

"We like it."

Sandy grinned at me and reached back down and picked up my cock like before, shaking it, both of us watch his head swing back and forth, and then released it and cupped my soft cock and balls in her hand, snorting, and then saying:

"A Tennessee handshake."

"Really?"

"A girl said that her brother told her that was a name for it. ... But maybe among men it isn't meant the same way."

"Either way, you got me by the balls."

"Um-hmm, a sign of familiarity and trust. Well, I guess the trust is all on your side."

"Um-hmm, very much, I do."

"I do too, but remind me to take my pill."

"Hmm! Yeah, I guess that is a logical connection. I've got a small army of Greek soldiers, if that is what you are thinking of.

"Greek soldiers?"

"Trojans."

"Oh, I've some of them. A friend gave them to me.

"But not your boyfriend?"

"No, since then I have had the pill. Made my boobs grow."

"Nice," and I fondled the one in my hand.

"Um-hmm."

"Hmm, maybe that's the problem with my sister."

"The one you were on Fire Island with?!

I felt myself start to blush, even though I hadn't meant her:

"Oh no, my older one. She's married now, and ... well, ... has more than anyone needs, ... had ample before."

"Hmm! Yeah, maybe the more you have, the more you get, ... sort of a percentage thing. ... "Cheers, I like what I got," and Sandy raised her glass.

"I do too, Cheers," and we drank as I held her "boob" a little more closely.

There wasn't much left in our glasses, and I offered to pour some more. Sandy took my glass so that I could reach for the bottle and held them both out so that I could fill them. We held them for a few moments, and then drank again, and were silent. Sandy's hand found my sex again, her fingers creeping under my balls so that she could hold them in her hand. For lack of anything else to do, we both took another sip of wine. Her fingers absently moved my balls a bit, and then my cock stirred, but she didn't say anything, but when he did again, I felt her nipple tighten briefly, and then after a moment she asked:

"He's not trying to tell me something, is he?" and rubbed her thumb on him.

"I don't think so. He's just like that, does it when I hold them, too."

"Hm-hmm! ... Yeah, that's nice. Sometimes my pussy just likes to be held, ... like last night. ... It sure didn't want any more."

"He didn't either," but he moved again, now warm on my thigh.

"Hmm, then maybe I better take my hand away." She did, but then made him swing again, now not so floppy, and let him drop, but this time he didn't flop down like before, just sinking and then rolling towards my thigh. We both snorted slightly and took another drink. Then we watched him slowly become smaller. Sandy almost started say something, but then only murmured: 

"I guess I shouldn't say that."

"What? ... That they look funnier with a foreskin?"

"How did you know? How do you know?" she asked surprised.

"Martha ... , the Norwegian, told me."

Sandy snorted and grinned over to me, but didn't say anything. When we had had another drink, she said that she wanted to go to the bathroom and handed me her glass and got up. Hearing her using the toilet inspired me to the same idea. I set down the glasses and followed her, finding her washing herself. She seemed unconcerned and just snickered when I said:




Sandy Ch. 03



"Good idea," and then added: "You see, mine aren't so terribly important."

She remembered to take her pill while I used the toilet, and then watched me wash myself. Back in the bedroom, when I picked up our glasses, she immediately took hers, holding it up slightly, waiting for me to respond, so we drank, she with a motion that suggested that she was going empty her glass, so I emptied mine, wondering if we were sort of clearing the deck for action. We were.

Sandy put down her glass and waited for me to do so, and then stood closer to me, finding both my hands, and looked up and said softly:

"I want to lie on you; I want you to suck my breasts."

"See, a real good idea, I have been wanting to, too, but it just didn't seem to happen."

She grinned at me, squeezing my hands as she replied:

"I had hoped so. ... Maybe I'll want you to kiss me, too."

"If you want me to; just tell me. I like it when you tell me what you want."

Sandy snorted, and I lay down in the middle of the bed, and then she almost dove down on top of me, reminding me of my sister's impulsiveness. Her face was close to mine, and I thought she might want to start with a kiss, but she started to crawl up on me, murmuring: 

"No, my boobs first," and presented one to my mouth as I clutched her ass and boosted her a little higher.

Her nipple was already a little aroused, but quickly became more so as I sucked on it, flipping its stiff tip with my tongue and then circling it, arousing goose bumps around it, and then sucking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could, more - it seemed - than with Martha's or my sister's.

"Mmmm! Yes, that's what I wanted," Sandy encouraged me, and her hips moved under my hands, pressing her mons to me. She let me suck and nibble and bite it for a while, purring, gasping when I let her feel my teeth - but not complaining - just gasping and grinding her mons into me, relishing the slight pain, making me wonder what the erotic sensation was like.

My cock was pressing against her closed thighs, and she opened them to let him rise, clasping him between them. And then she rose up slightly and offered me her other breast. As I took, I brought my hand up and found her wet nipple with my fingers, scratching and pinching and pulling it as my mouth sucked onto the other one, and her hips moved - now almost rhythmically - her thighs spreading, releasing my cock, that sprang forward, and sliding down next to my hips and clutching them. My hand slid straight down between the cheeks of her ass, easily reaching down to find the back of her pussy, a finger slipping between her slippery lips and trying pull on the soft inner skin, while one scratched on the hard place above it, and my index finger rubbed over her asshole.

Sandy was more growling than purring: insistent, aggressive sounds. Having her nipples attacked seemed to arouse her in a different way, obviously very aroused - her cunt all moist, maybe frustrated by not yet getting what it wanted. But Sandy still wanted me to hurt her nipples, and her asshole was moving - her cunt, too? When it moved again under my finger, she demanded: "Do that!" and I did, and she growled in appreciation as her asshole relaxed and then tighten, almost drawing my finger into, doing it again and again, and then, as I expected, she cried out: "Fuck me!" and forced her body back on me. 

The first time my cock touched her, it slid up to my fingers. The next time I rocked my hips up and held my fingers to catch it and guide it into her, having to pull on the one in her asshole, but then he slid straight into her as she shoved her body back to contain him completely, grunting as he did. Her cunt clutched as her asshole clutched my finger. She held her hips still and lowered her head and kissed me aggressively, thrusting her tongue in my mouth, and then almost chewing mine when I got to put it in hers, sucking and holding it as her tongue swilled around it. 

When I could retrieve it, she murmured: "every fucking hole," and then began to fuck me, her cunt and asshole clutching as she tried to kiss me again, but the motion of our hips was too strong to keep our mouths together, and the intensity of the sensations on my cock was too all-absorbing to allow me to help. Like the night before, she muttered: "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! ..." in time with her hips coming down on me as I met her with thrusts of my own, her cunt clasping him tight, a series of clutches that grasped my finger, too, and then she was coming, spurting, her love juice flowing down on my balls, making me come. I know I came real good, but somehow it was lost in the desperate intensity of Sandy's continuing motion and orgasmic noises, forcing me to continue to thrust him up into her descending cunt.

Finally, with a cry of "Oh Fuck!" she slumped down on me with the full weight of her body and lay there gasping for air as I caught my own breath.

When she stirred at last, he slipped out of her, falling wet on my thighs. I jiggled the cheeks of her ass, knowing it was one of those repetitive acts, but it's really about all one can do in that position. Sandy took a deep breath and after a less aroused "Oh fuck" moved off me, flinching slightly as her nipple rubbed on my chest, and then was lying on her side next to me.

"I've been using that word too much."

"Well, it makes it clear what you want, ... and what you're doing."

"Yeah, for sure, but ..., you know ... Yeah, ... it's all I can think to say then ... and want to, to use four-letter words, but ..., you know. ... I didn't use to, ... I think."

Sandy immediately snorted and added:

"But maybe I didn't fuck like that either."

"My good luck. You sure seemed to know what you wanted, asking me to suck your breasts."

She snorted again:

"Oh, oooh! And did you ever! They're going to be sore. But you're right, that really turns me on, ... I wanted it. As you said, somehow we'd missed that till now. But I won't forget."

She smiled up at me and rubbed my chest and then slid her hand down and found him, fondling him. I could feel that he had stuck to my sack, and Sandy did too, suggesting:

"I guess we need another shower."

"Yeah," I agreed, glancing at my watch.

Under the shower, we washed each other again, this time without soap, and then dried ourselves and went back to the bedroom. Again she watched me dress. Sitting on the bed, she felt the wet spot from her two orgasms with her hand and smirked at me:

"I guess I'll have to sleep in the sofa-bed tonight to let this dry out; she comes in the morning."

"Are you going to tell her about us?"

"I don't know, ... well, no details. ... Yeah, I guess I should thank her for letting us use her bed, ... maybe if she asks, ... no, of course; she'll know her bed has been freshly made. Yeah, I'll tell her, ... maybe not that we could have used it two nights."

"Wouldn't want her to get envious."

Sandy snickered with a nod. As I started to put on my pants, recalling the previous evening, she also did, remarking:

"I'm going to stay like this."

"Lucky you. Remember to sit on a towel if you watch TV."

"Yeah, of course. ... Oh, that reminds me, ... uh, ... next week, we ... I can't, even if she's away, ... you know?"

"Oh, ... right, of course. ... maybe we could go out instead."

"Yes, that would be nice, ... if your training schedule allowed."

"It will. What day?"

"Oh, I don't know. Do you want to meet her? If we went out an evening that she is here, you could meet afterwards. And, yeah, that would be good too, giving her a little more free time. We get on well, but we don't need to spend all evening every evening together when she isn't flying. I'll tell you when I know. Okay?"

"Fine. Yes, it would be nice to meet her - after sleeping in her bed."

"But only with me! ... Oh, I better warn her, too, so that she is properly dressed; ... not that she runs around undressed, just so that she isn't surprised."

"Good idea," I agreed, and we both smiled.

Sandy handed me my jacket, and we went to the door - like I had with Martha - and then we kissed, embracing her nude body to my clothed one, and then I was on my way in good time, this time with no complicated thoughts about Sandy.

At home, my sister greeted me almost at the door, gushing happily:

"You've got to read my letter. Mom and Dad think it is real nice."

"Yes, I want to," I agreed, more curious than I could show as we joined my parents, and I greeted them, who also expressed their delight about the letter, without saying directly that was more about the fact that my sister had almost volunteered to write it. When my sister asked if we could go to her room to read it, I was a little surprised - that had never been a question before - but our mother replied with a smile:

"Yes, of course, dear."

In her room, I asked softly - the door was open:

"What was that about, asking if we could come here."

"Oh, I am not sure why, but this morning - while I was writing - she came and told me that I shouldn't ..., should be more careful about what I wear around the house, a bathrobe - 'now that I am growing up' - and that bedrooms are the private area of the person who sleeps there."

"Oh, do you think she ..., last night?"

"Hm-umm, I doubt it. At least, she didn't mention it, more probably the way I was when I said good night yesterday. Yeah, and probably assuming that I didn't wear one - a bathrobe - when we were on Fire Island."

We both suppressed a snicker, exchanging glances, but the situation had been too serious to smirk about it now. Then she handed me the letter, mentioning that she had made a draft first - "maybe too little subtle. I tore it up and put it the garbage shoot when I went out."

Her letter was very good, and her writing about how much she appreciated that Martha had been able to spend the week with her on Fire Island and how much she had enjoyed her company just sounded like teen-aged gushing, even when she went on to say: "especially the last weekend with my brother. It was more fun with you there than the week just the two of us were out there."

My sister was watching my face, waiting for my reaction to that passage. I chuckled softly and glanced up with a smile, and then finished the rest of the letter. She grinned at me, when I looked up again and said in a louder voice:

"Yes, that really is a good letter. I think you expressed just what all of us would have wanted to say."

She held her hand over her mouth for a moment, almost giggling, but then replied:

"I'm so glad you like it."

Then we went back to our parents, and she said:

"He likes it too."

"Yes, really good," I confirmed.

"Of course," my mother agreed, then adding:

"but maybe you shouldn't have suggested that you two didn't have such a good time together."

"I didn't," my sister countered boldly:

"I said that we had a better time with Martha. We had a good time, didn't we?" and she glanced at me.

"We certainly did, a lot better than I had expected, thank you," I agreed, taking my sister's lead with the thought that she had a better feeling for situation, having spent more time during the days with our mother.

"Well, I am glad to hear it," our father interjected: "that you both agree on that," and smiled at us.

His word was usually the final one, and Mother nodded with her own smile. My sister went back to her room, and I sat down to read the paper like the night before, hiding myself behind it as my thoughts wandered. Eventually, my sister came to say good night, dutifully clad in her bathrobe, and eventually my parents and I went to bed, where I thought more about my sister's successfully having concluded discussion of Fire Island and Martha than about Sandy.

Thursday, when I ran into Sandy alone, with a smile she said:

"They still hurt, ... but good." The rest of the day and on Friday we kept out of each other's way, knowing that we would meet Friday after work. I was curious about what her roommate might have said - and curious about her. Late Friday, Sandy called me and suggested that we meet on the other side of the avenue. The bar was down a couple of blocks and on another avenue, so I understood that she wanted up to avoid the usual route down the avenue on our building's side.

I left the building promptly so that Sandy would not have to wait for me, and she seemed to have a similar thought, only approaching several minutes later, not drawing attention to herself by waving. I suddenly wonder if she had taken off her bra again, also a possible reason for her delay. We greeted each other, and she looked like she wanted a kiss, and got one, returning it as though we were long lost friends, letting me discover that there was no bra strap on her back. She winked at me with grin and nod when I released her, saying:

"That will have to be about all we can do this evening," which was a nice confirmation that she wanted more - when we could.

"Are they better?" I asked.

"Oh? ... Yeah, thanks, ... but maybe I should have kept it on. They're still tender, especially loose under my blouse, ... and when they get aroused.

"I'll try not to upset them," and we both snorted.

We took the first crosstown street, safely away from the others, and I asked:

"What did you tell your roommate?"

Oh, yeah. She didn't expect that I would get such good use of it. I guess she hadn't anticipated that with her offer; she knows about my boyfriend. Yeah, she was a bit surprised ..."

"And doesn't know half the story."

"Just as well," and Sandy grinned at me, adding:

"But she didn't suggest that we couldn't again, just surprised, ... and, it seemed, a little curious about who ..., whom." 

She corrected herself to avoid finishing the sentence with any phrase explaining "who."

"I'm curious, too."

"You should be, ... or maybe you shouldn't: slender, dark haired, maybe French-looking, looks good in her uniform, ... or without ..."

"Oh, I am curious."

"I didn't mean it like that. I haven't seen her like you're thinking."

"Nor she, you?"

"No. I'm more liberal about that - from college - but I've gone along with her bathrobe routine. ... I haven't asked her yet if she wants to meet you, nor about her schedule."

By now, we were close to the bar and agreed that I could walk faster and go ahead alone, tacitly having understood that we didn't want to arrive together. 

I hurried ahead and had a beer in my hand and had greeted the others before Sandy arrived. Confident that any flirting wasn't going to be serious, I just acknowledged her presence and let one of the other guys buy her a drink, finding it nice that he also thought her attractive. Just to keep things fair, I offered two "unattended" girls from the firm a drink and chatted with them. Apparently, my attention created greater interest in them; two guys who had joined us vied to buy them a second drink and then monopolized the conversation, which they didn't seem to mind. I got another beer and mozied over to Sandy, who also had a fresh beer. The guy didn't seem too pleased when she included me in their conversation, but there wasn't anything he could do about, also not when Sandy suggested that we all have dinner together. But he agreed - after a glance to see if there was any other girl to start a conversation with. I was rather looking forward to sparring with him for Sandy's attention, confident that she would hold up her end of it, and she did.

Sandy asked him about himself and let him talk, encouraging him by showing interest, but whenever a subject came up that she knew I could trump, she turned and innocently included me. When he told about where is family rented a place for vacation, she asked where my family spent vacation; when he mentioned sports, she got me to tell that I was gymnast, and then gushed about what great figures they had and forced me to tell how good I was - had been, before college - which genuinely surprised and impressed her, too. It really was fun, and raised my appreciation for Sandy, who continued to show more interest in him, but after my playing my high cards, he was more reticent about himself, trying to turn the conversation to other topics. Eventually we finished our meal, and he and I both offered to pay for Sandy's, but she insisted on paying for her own, sweetly saying that she couldn't let either of us show her a favor. 

"Good idea," I said, and she almost grinned at me, and then we each paid.

When we left the place, he still offered to see her back to her place, but from one of her ploys, talking about where each of us lived - "off Park Avenue" for me - it was obvious that he would be going out of his way, and that Sandy and I had the same route home. We set off and then noticed that he went back into the bar. Sandy took my arm, and we both laughed at loud; it had gone just too well. I complimented her about the way she had managed the conversation, and she hugged my arm to her and replied that she had been afraid that he would ask how she knew that gymnasts had such good figures, laughing again as she admitted that she might have told him.

"Maybe I should have told him how I still work out twice a week."

"I wouldn't have been able to keep a straight face, ... even if you'd left the 'how' out of it,"

and we both had to laugh again.



Sandy Ch. 03



Two days after our conversation, Karen, Sandy and I were splashing around off the pier. By now Karen had gotten rid of her bottoms as well, and it was quite a sight when her butt rose up out of the water. And lying out in the sun? She had no problem spreading her legs wide. When she said no tan lines, she meant it. Sandy still wore shorts, but had graduated to a small top. Out of deference to Sandy I kept shorts on.

We carefully crawled up on the tippy float, the girls on either side of me as had become our norm, lying out in the warm sun. At first my head was turned toward Karen, but when I turned toward Sandy, she was looking at me. A serious look crossed her face and she said: "Mark, do you think I'm pretty?"

Without hesitation I answered; "Yes."

"As pretty as Karen?"

Sensing movement on the other side, I turned; Karen, head up, was half smiling as they waited for my answer. 

"Yes. Not the same, but just as pretty."

"But she has ... breasts. I don't."

"Sandy, look at Karen. Not her chest, just her. If she didn't have that chest, would you still like her?"

"Well sure, but we're girls, it's different."

"I've seen, and known a few women that had tits comparable or bigger than hers, some even had nicer looking features, but I didn't consider them beautiful. There was something missing. I don't know if it was in their body or their mannerisms, but I just didn't see them as pretty. If we are talking about you and your body, well, I think you have the greatest legs, and the sweetest looking butt around. And you have a face that just makes me want to look at you more."

Karen silently slipped into the water, and then re-emerged on Sandy's other side, lying back down beside her, but with her head up and following the conversation.

Looking first at me, then at Karen; Sandy sat up, pulling her top over her head. Looking almost defiant she stared into my eyes. "Wh ... what about now? Do I still look pretty to you?"

Behind her Karen sat open mouthed, then mimed clapping, while arching an eyebrow.

Taking the dare, I carefully looked her over from head to waist. Returning to her eyes (which didn't look so defiant now) I replied carefully; "Well, aside from needing a pound or two on your hips ... yes, yes you are beautiful."

She sputtered for a moment, then said; "That's it? I need bigger hips?"

I sat up, and pulled her to me. I sensed now was the right moment. Gently pulling her to me, I kissed her, and when I moved back I murmured; "You are gorgeous."

She looked back at Karen, who just nodded, then literally leaped at me, pushing me on my back and crawling on top of me; smothering my face in kisses. When she pulled up a little she said; ""Karen says it's okay if I say what I'm feeling. Mark, I love you. Karen too, but I love you."

"It's okay, I love you too." Looking over at my wife, she had the biggest smile. All I could do was smile back. It was probably just as big. It sure felt like it. I wrapped her in my arms, a hand behind her head; pulling her back down to me. This time when we kissed, her mouth opened; inviting me in. 

Several minutes later, when we surfaced for air, Karen was right beside us. "Can I get in on this action too?"

As I held Sandy, Karen kissed her. I could feel the moan rumbling through her as she lay on my chest. Then Karen dipped, kissing me also. She went back and forth several more times, and then by mutual agreement I rolled Sandy to the float, between us. I bent to one hard nipple, Karen to the other. Within moments Sandy arched up; inhaling sharply. Hands holding us to her, she moaned; "Oh god, don't stop. Please. That feels so good. No one has ever done that before."

My eyes caught Karen's, even as we lavished attention; virtually cheek to cheek. 

"No one?"

"I never had a boyfriend. All the guys in school went for the girls with ... tits. The girls without ... well, if we didn't put out right away, and believe me the whole school knew who did, well if we didn't, we never got asked out."

About that time the kids came around the corner of the cabin, headed our way. Quickly I said to Sandy; "In my opinion, they were all damn fools."

"Mom, we're hungry!"

"Dinner will be in a while."

"But we're hungry now!"

"There's fruit on the counter. Have a banana."

"Katie Dog is hungry too."

"You can each give her one treat, no more."

"Okay Mom."

While all that was going on, Sandy was looking at my face, her hand on my chest. "Do you really mean that? What you said?"

Karen spoke for both of us: "Honey, it's been my experience that Mark never lies about things like this. And I have to agree with him. We've known you for four or five months now. You've never been anything but honest, and sweet, and a joy to be around. A little shy maybe, but that's okay with us."

Karen caressed Sandy's hair, then her face. Holding her chin, Karen looked deep into Sandy's eyes; "I love you. Not 'friend' love; 'I want to take you to bed and make love to you' love. I've never loved a woman like this, but that is how I feel about you. I hope I haven't scared you; you're too precious to me. If I've said too much, just say so, but please, can we still be friends?"

I held my breath for the longest time. Sandy looked from Karen, then to me, then back. "You're not joking are you? Either of you." She sighed then said; "That's okay I love both of you too. I don't know about the bed thing, but I'm not offended, by the rest of it. I don't want to lose you either."

"Mom!"

They were back.

Karen smiled; "We'll continue this later. Let's take care of the monsters now."

She stood and walked carefully towards shore. Half way there she turned, catching us watching her swaying ass. With a big smile she shook a finger and then finished her journey with an added sway to her hips.

Sandy sighed; "I wish I looked like that."

"Then how would I tell you apart?"

"Well don't you think Karen is prettier?"

"Sandy, let's make a deal; don't ask me who's better looking, and I won't make comparisons. To me, you're both beautiful. You just have two different body types, that's all."

"But ..."

""Let's go get some dinner, you need that extra pound, remember?"

*****

After dinner we all sat on the porch, relaxing. MJ, Katie and the dog sprawled out, half listening to the adults, but mostly just winding down from another busy day. Karen had slipped on shorts, but was otherwise nude. Sandy and I were also just in shorts; she had remained topless through dinner. I just have to say; sitting at the dinner table with two topless women was great. Even MJ had a moment of eyeing the women. Then he glanced over at me, shrugged, and went back to eating.

While we sipped wine Karen filled Sandy in on her thinking; "Way back when Mark and I first married, we had a lot of free time, but not a lot of money. So we spent our time reading. We read everything we could get our hands on at the used book store. Our first eye opener was a book by a man named Rimmer; he wrote stories about groups of people loving each other without jealousy. Then there was Robert Heinlein; he had all kinds of extended families running through his books. There were others, all pointing the same way; some were actually serious books by serious writers exploring concepts like open marriage and swinging. We talked about those concepts; decided swinging wasn't us and left the open marriage business hanging. I guess we kind of agreed we could have lovers if there was true affection not just for sex. But nothing happened except we got busy with other aspects of our lives."

"About six months ago I started thinking about it again. One of my students had brought in a magazine out of Colorado called Lovingmore. Reading it I found out there is an active community throughout the United States. They call this way of living 'Polyamory', and it loosely translates to "loving many". It brought back memories, and a desire to experience 'many loves' myself. Then Mark brought you home and we became friends. Sandy, I didn't plan it, I just slowly fell in love with you."

The kids were practically asleep at our feet. I scooped MJ, Karen picked up Katie, and we took them to bed. Katie Dog followed, jumping onto her namesake's bed.

Returning to Sandy; who had poured us more wine, we picked up our discussion. "I brought several books with me and you can read them if you want. I also subscribed to the magazine, but it hasn't come in yet."

"But. I don't know ... isn't it cheating? I mean if you go outside your marriage?"

"If I was to take a lover, and Mark didn't know; you bet it's cheating. But if he knows, and approves; how can that be cheating? Let's come back to us though. You're right here. If this develops to where he's making love to you, I'll know, won't I? And I will approve, see? There's no cheating as far as I'm concerned."

"I need to think. This has been quite a day for me. You're the first people to ever see me topless. Ever. And now you're talking not just about getting naked, but sex too. I need to think."

You'll notice I'd been quiet the whole time. When Karen swings into Instructor Mode, I just let her go, save my comments for later. Now I chimed in; "Sandy, no one is pushing you to do anything. You'll only do what you're comfortable with. It's just that my lovely wife has all this information and wants to share. Whatever you decide ... I'm good with that. I do love you, but I won't push you."

*****

In bed, Karen and I were laying face to face, her nipples just grazing my chest. She asked if I thought Sandy would just want to be friends, or more. "Well first; it's really hard to concentrate when you're stroking me like that. Second; I think we can only wait, the next two days will tell us."

"Well mister, you having two fingers in my pussy doesn't help my concentration either, you know. I gave her my best, and I hope most convincing, arguments. I really, really want her. And I can see this working long term. I want it to work long term. She soo perfectly complements us; I can talk to her in a way I've never been able to talk to anyone else, not even you. And she brings out things in you I've never seen. "

"I have to agree, you've never been happier, I know I seem to smile more when she's around, and the kids adore her. And no offense honey, but I really want her."

"None taken. As long as you roll over here and give me what I need right now."

I moved between her open and inviting legs, her hand guiding my cock. We've been lovers for twenty years; we know what to do and when to do it. It's not boring, no way; we just know all our shortcuts. Never the less, there was a new urgency in her (and I suppose me too) as she clamped onto my cock. She rose to me with a passion we hadn't experienced in years. I know I felt a renewed drive myself.

We had almost reached climax when there was a light tapping on our door; "Karen? Mark? Can I come in?"

Karen giggled, I groaned; "Yes dear, come in."

"Oh! I ... I didn't mean to ... I'll come back later."

She was standing in the doorway; the hall light showing she only wore the smallest of panties. She was beautiful. I couldn't stop. Driving into my wife, but picturing my desire; with eyes shut and teeth clenched, I came. Through my orgasmic fog I heard I Karen whisper; "Sandy". We didn't just share climax at that moment, we shared desire! My head dropped to Karen's chest while I held my weight with my arms. Finally sliding off and beside Karen I panted; "No, it's okay, come on in."

"What is it honey?" Karen asked her.

"I couldn't sleep. Everything you said, you know, about loving and sharing and no jealousy and how it's not cheating, I couldn't stop thinking. I thought I might sleep with you guys tonight. I need to be held while I sort this out. But now, I interrupted ..."

"Yes, of course. You can join us any time. And you don't have to knock first. Give me a moment; I have to clean up a little." One hand between her legs, the other muffling a giggle; she hustled past Sandy to the bath.

Very shortly she returned, cloth in hand. "Just a moment dear, there's one more thing I want to do." Kneeling beside me, but so Sandy could watch; Karen gently washed my balls, and then sucked my cock in one motion, swirling her tongue as she came back up. "There; all clean."

"Now; where would you like to be; beside me, beside Mark, or in the middle?"

"Yes please. I mean I'd like to be in the middle. I love having you guys close." I let her slide over me (Thrill!), as Karen made room between us. Sandy paused, and with a gleam in her eye; softly caressed her nipples over mine. I had to wrap her in my arms, and rolled her to the center of the bed. I could feel Karen's arms joining mine. We had her in our web. We weren't going to let her go.

My cock, softening moments before, began rising against her belly. Her breath quickened and her tongue played on her lips. "Is that because of me?"

"Uh huh." Always quick on the repartee, that's me.

"I'm not ready for that yet. But I do want to be closer to you guys. Do you mind if I roll over? But don't let go. I like this feeling." She rolled, facing Karen; my hands now encompassing her nubbins. Instantly her nipples hardened, and I softly kissed the corner of her neck. A small shudder passed through her as she whispered; "Oh my."

Karen pressed forward, her breasts firmly against my hands. I opened my arms a little, moving to slide my hands along Karen's sides; helping to pull her even more into our darling. Softly, Karen kissed her. Gently, Karen's hands roamed her sides. And in a whisper she said; "I love you. I love both of you. Sandy, dear Sandy, I so want this to work. Having you here, in my arms, in our arms, it's like a dream. I don't want to wake. Not yet."

I felt, more than heard, Sandy sigh. "Shh, I'm here. It's not a dream. I love you too. I just need a little time. Then we can waken together."

*****

In the morning I slipped out of bed. They were tangled together; arms wrapped over bodies, heads tucked against necks, Karen's blonde hair half covering Sandy's face. I dressed silently, and padded to the kitchen; starting the coffee.

As had become our habit; Katie Dog joined me, waiting to go outside. Clipping on her leash, we stepped out the back door. There, not ten feet away stood a doe; her fawn beside her. The dog growled, but I shushed her. "It's okay, they're friendly."

She watched us, then turned and led her charge back into the trees.

Of course the dog had to sniff everything then.

We returned to the kitchen just as the kids came in, rubbing their eyes. I began to tell them about the deer when

"Mark! Mark! Wake up honey. It's almost eight. Sandy will be here in a few minutes and the kids are chomping at the bit to get going. I have the coffee ready and there are pastries in the kitchen. You must have had quite a dream judging from the way you were smiling. Come on hon, you can sleep up at the cabin."

********



Sandy Ch. 03



After a moment or two, her eyes fluttered open. They took another few seconds to focus on me. When they did, she smiled and closed them. Her breathing came back to normal slowly. When it did, she opened her eyes again and smiled at me. 

"I told you I was going to die, if you moved."

I chuckled and told her, "I didn't move, you did."

She grinned and nodded; "I thought so." After a moment, she added, "I wondered what it was going to feel like and then before I could stop myself, I rolled my hips. That was a big mistake. That little silver bullet was like nothing, compared to the feel of you in me." 

She took a deep breath and slowly blew it out. "I think I blew a fuse or something. I had never felt anything like the orgasm that washed over me. It was like a bolt of lightning running throughout my body. Then it all went black." 

She grinned at me again and asked, "We are going to try that again, aren't we?"

I laughed and leaned over to kiss her softly. When I rose up, I replied, "Knowing you, I'd say yes, but we're going to wait a little while though. You scared the hell out of me. When you went limp, I didn't know what had happened. You were still jerking and twitching, as I pulled out of you, so I figured you weren't dead."

She looked at me hard for a second or so and then she asked, "I was still having an orgasm, even after I passed out? Damn, I can't believe that."

"Well, it's true," I told her.

"Oh, I believe you," she said sitting up. "I just can't believe that I missed out on part of that monster of an orgasm. It's probably for the best though. If I hadn't passed out, I probably would have died."

I shook my head and laughed, as I took her in my arms and hugged her tightly. "Well, there's always next time," I said and laughed again.

She nodded against my chest and laughed along with me. 

*****

Well, there wasn't another time, as she left later that afternoon. She was back with her husband before dark and we are all still friends. Their relationship is doing well, much better than it had been in past. I don't know what the difference is and I've never asked. 

I like to think that I had something to do with it. Actually, I wish she were mine. Well, maybe not. I'm not sure how long I'd live, if she were.



Sandy Ch. 04



Readers will discover that Sandy has total recall when telling about conversations with her roommate, Vivienne, but that helped me understand her better.

Sandy and I had been in the bar (chapter 3) and were talking about how we had teased another man there, laughing on the street. 

*

Even in Manhattan, so much exuberance turns a couple of heads on the street, but we still continued chuckling as we replayed the conversation. Sandy knew that he had seen that she didn't have a bra on before I joined them, both of us then wondering if he knew that she had been wearing one at the office, agreeing that he would certainly try to check Monday morning, and then wondering how far he thought we might go that evening, how far he might imagine that he could have gotten with Sandy.

"Not past the doorman."

"But outside the door?"

"Oooh, I don't know? Well, ... since he didn't get to pay for my dinner, he wouldn't really have deserved much."

"Not for going way out of his way to walk you home?"

"Oh, maybe so, just in appreciation, just a peck," and she turned her head up and gave me a kiss on the cheek."

"That's all right, ... if it didn't give him hope for more."

"It probably would. Wouldn't it you? But I can deal with that."

"Of course it would ... me," and I found her hand on my arm with my other one and scratched my finger in her palm."

"Oooh, yeah, I thought so. Don't do that, ... my nipples."

"Sorry, I didn't know it was that effective."

"With the right guy it is."

We both chuckled as I murmured "thanks" and just held the back of her hand on my arm. We walked on for several blocks, almost in silence, not just ours, but now the traffic quieter, too, and few people on the sidewalks. I wasn't thinking about much, just enjoying that we could also be relaxed together without talking. I wasn't even wondering what Sandy was thinking, as one usually does in that situation, but then she told me.

"That was good, what we did, ... not tonight. Thank you for taking so much initiative, that was really good, hm-hmm, ... what I wanted, but I wasn't sure you did, ... and not so sure I did, ... though I had set things up, just in case."

"Um-hmm, I did, ... real good."

After a moment of silence, she went on:

"I hope my boyfriend is having a good time."

"Where is he?"

"Somewhere in Europe. Hmmm, ... I guess in France now, with a friend. Girls usually travel in a group with a guide, it seems.

"Yeah, I have heard that, ... and that they get a little stir-crazy after three or four weeks together. A senior at Columbia said so, at least."

"Hmmm, ... yeah, I can imagine, ... I would, ... oh, maybe I am," and she glanced up at me with a smirk, then continuing:

"Well, maybe then he will have a good time."

"You mean, like that?"

"Well, ... I am, ... we are. It would only be fair, ... and so I don't have a guilty conscience."

"Um-hmm, ... uh, ... we don't have to ..."

"Oh yes we do, ... maybe he is, ... and besides, I'd rather feel guilty than feel deprived," and she glanced at me again:

"And I would, especially knowing what else I like now."

"That's good. It was only an offer. I sure do."

She held my arm a little closer, and we both chuckled and walked on in silence again. This time I was thinking, that it was good that we had discussed the situation, and she was thinking about the same, after the next street remarking:

"I'm glad we talked about that."

"Me too," I agreed, and then we were silent until we were nearly to her building, when I asked:

"What kind of kiss am I going to get?"

"Hm-hmmm!? ... One good enough to take home and think about."

"Nice, I will. And good enough to give me hopes for the next time?"

"I hope so," and then we stopped and embraced, kissing until she felt him, and then loosening our embrace a little to let him rise, and then kissing some more.

"I want to hold him," she murmured.

"Like when you were eighteen?"

"Um-hmm," and she rubbed herself on him.

"Not a good idea here. You'll just have to take that thought home with you."

"I guess so, ... and before I do anyway," and we kissed again.

I waited outside the building till she got past the doorman and then headed home.

Just a table lamp was on when I opened the door. Under it was a note from my mother in her somewhat formal style, not just saying that they had been invited out and would be late, but also remarking that she hoped I had had a pleasant evening. Before I finished it, I heard my sister:

"Hi, nobody's home."

From the sound of her voice more than from her words, I knew that she didn't have a bathrobe on, and before I turned to her, almost feared that she was wearing even less. But she was wearing a pajama top, the same one she had on Fire Island - a too strong reinforcement of my recollection of her - especially when I saw her nipples stiffen under it as I looked at her.

"They said they would be late," she said softly and looked at me questioningly with a slight smile.

"No," I replied, knowing too well what she was suggesting, aware of a warmth in my groin.

"Shouldn't you be wearing your bathrobe?" I added to deflect my thoughts.

"But nobody's home, ... except us," she countered, first with a pout and then with her too suggestive little smile.

"No, ... you know what I mean."

She looked disappointed, pouting again, but still persisted:

"Why not?"

"Never, ... here." I was recalling my dream about her when sleeping with Martha when I added the "here," but immediately recognized that that was a mistake, even before she looked more hopeful and replied:

"Oh, ... then maybe somewhere else."

"Don't get your hopes up," I managed to reply, despite wondering myself if ...? 

"Why not?" she repeated, and then her eyes opened wide:

"Oh, you've already ..., tonight?"

"Hm-umm, just dinner."

She grinned and then after a moment replied:

"Then I bet you really want to, ... don't you?"

"But I won't, ... we won't." She looked disappointed again, and then replied:

"Pity, ... I was hoping so," and nodded with forced smile of understanding.

I wanted to embrace and kiss her for her honest outspokenness, but managed to resist. We were still just standing there, and I told about my dream, and she nodded understandingly, finally agreeing:

"Yeah, I guess you're right. ... Hm-hmm, ... I guess I'll have to do it myself." Then she grinned and added:

"I was, a little, before," and grinned again and raised the corners of her pajama top to let me see that she had nothing else on. 

"Go to bed!" 

"You too, and think of me," she replied with another grin and turned.

I did, as I watched her walk away, envisioning her bare ass and back above her naked legs that I could see. And in bed, despite my efforts to think about Sandy, recollection and images of my sister predominated, recollections of sweet, drawn out incidents together, taking my time, stretching my sack as I wondered if she was recalling the same incidents behind her closed door, until I couldn't hold off any longer, and in my fantasy we came together.

The next morning while I was making breakfast before our parents got up, she joined me in the kitchen with a smile, and then with a smirk remarked:

"It was almost real good, ... last night. My bed's all wet," and she smirked again, and then again and asked:

"And you? Did you think of me?"

"Gentleman don't tell," I replied and winked.

"Hm-hm-hmmm!" She looked pleased with herself, and then went about setting the table.

Despite this refreshing of our common recollections, we survived the weekend without any further incidents. Mother and Dad's presence was a strong influence. 

On Monday, Sandy said the Vivienne, her roommate would like to meet me and had even offered to make dinner for us all on Wednesday. I was surprised at this enthusiasm, but Sandy explained that she had told about my training timeframe with a brief smirk, and then said that she would tell me more on the way there that evening. That sounded intriguing, and kept me wondering till Wednesday afternoon; at work, when we only occasionally met, during my real training, and at home, playing with different images of how Vivienne could look and ideas about her interest.

I bought another bottle of wine and waited for Sandy after work at the next corner, and we set off, she starting immediately to talk, obviously full of something:

"Oh, I've got to tell you, last weekend, I bought "The Joy of Sex". Wow!" I had heard about, but ... Have you read it?" 

I nodded, and she looked a little disappointed for a moment, but then went on:

"Isn't it something? It was kind of reassuring to find that others like what I do, ... what we do, ... and more, though I'm not sure I'd want to try everything."

I nodded again when she looked over at me, apparently for confirmation, maybe wondering if I did, and then she continued:

"Well, I hadn't intended it that way, but Viv, my roommate, Vivienne, also looked at it. I guess she was a little more surprised than I was, and, of course, we talked about it a little, ... and about our ... experience, y'know. She's almost twenty-five, I guess, and certainly sleeps with guys, and as she admitted, had let them do it to her, y'know," and she glanced at me again, and I nodded as she added:

"All the guys in France want to, ... well, those she has met, and, ... well, ... she asked if we had, ... no, she asked if I had. I just said 'yes', and she went on, that the guys wanted her to, too, but that she hadn't - thought it would be dirty or yucky. Yeah, the guys had done it just to warm her up, if you know what I mean."

I nodded again.

"Well, that was our first conversation, and then we left the subject, but, of course, the book was lying around, ... yeah that was Saturday, and on Sunday somehow we got back talking about it. I think she was a little more curious than she wanted to admit, and I was kind of liking that I had done more than she had, and, well, ... with all those pictures ... I don't know if I said anything, ... she eventually asked if I thought I would do it, obviously assuming that I hadn't. When I said that at first I had also felt a little like she did, ... well, ... she immediately asked: 'You have?!´ And, well, as I said, I liked the idea that I had ... not to mention liking it," and she glanced at me again with an expression, like she was assuming I had: "... and I said I had. 

"That surprised her, but she was more curious: 'Just a little, ... or all the way?' When I admitted - not wanting to brag - 'all the way,' she was just silent for a moment or two, but then asked: 'And ... uh, ... you wanted to?' I guess she thought maybe I hadn't, but when I just nodded, she just said 'Oh' and was again silent. 

"I think we decided to have a beer then, she suggesting it, sort of to change the subject, but it was still on her mind. When we returned from the kitchen, to the book open to one of the pictures of the woman doing it, she took another drink of her beer and asked again: 'And you wanted to, you wanted him to?' 'Um-hmm,' I replied: '...of course. I was doing it to arouse him, to make it good for him, and it was arousing for me, too, to know how good it was feeling for him; I wanted him to, to know that it had been really good.'

"She was silent again and then said: 'And ...?' 'Yeah it tastes funny, if that's what you mean, but you wouldn't want it to taste like cream sauce, ... and besides, I've tasted it before, the first time I made a boy come.'

"That kind of broke her up, she giggled, and then opened her mouth as though she were thinking about how it would be. I hadn't seen her like that before, and then we both drank, and she asked: 'With him, last week?' When I nodded, she asked: 'And he did it to you?' 'Real good, all the way,' I replied, and she almost giggled again and asked: 'Really, like that, "all the way"?' 'Um-hmmm! That good. He wanted it,' I answered. Viv just looked at me with a surprised snicker and then smiled, and we finished our beers. That really broke the ice between us."

"I guess it did," I agreed and we both snickered, walking a block in silence. After we crossed the street, Sandy continued:

"Well, after that, we didn't talk about that any more, but it was obvious that we were a little closer from having done so. She was going to be away from Monday to Wednesday, so I told her that we would probably be going out this evening, since I wouldn't see her in between. That is when she suggested that you join us for dinner. We take turns cooking, but she is better than I am at it."

"I am sure it will be very good, then. What does she do for desserts?"

"Hm-hm-hm! You'd have to ask. I told you. ... Hm-hmm! I'm a lot better at that!"

"She could learn."

"But not tonight; you'll just have to take what comes, ... and nothing like that, if I can read your mind."

"Not until you suggested it."

We snickered again and then were silent for the last couple of blocks.

In the elevator, Sandy told me that she was going to change and that Vivienne wouldn't be surprised at her not wearing a bra, and also that Vivienne also probably wouldn't:

"... not for you. She doesn't need to and usually doesn't, except for work."

And she wasn't, under her tasteful silk blouse that went well with her slightly Mediterranean teint and dark hair. After Sandy introduced us, she went to change, leaving us alone. Viv took my jacket and then offered me a beer, taking the bottle of wine to the kitchen. She returned with two full glasses, and with just a gesture of a toast, we drank.

"So you're the lucky guy," she started.

"I guess so, ... yes, quite."

"Sandy has told me a little about you."

"Not too much, I hope," I replied, beginning to wonder how direct Vivienne's curiosity was as she smiled with a slight shake of her head:

"That you're a gymnast and going to Columbia, and that you are a New Yorker."

"Yes, that's about all there is to know," I replied, appreciating that she was only wearing lipstick, maybe a little eyeshadow, but maybe not with her teint, less than most New York girls, which was nice.

"And you?"

"I guess you know how we met, through a colleague from Sandy's hometown. I've been flying for three years, now on international routes, which is nice. My speaking French helped, but still it took a couple of years of seniority."

"Yes, I bet that is nice, getting to fly to foreign cities that other people have to take vacation to visit."

"Sometimes, some places. Not all of them are so interesting."

"I guess not, ... and I guess your schedule is pretty unpredictable. I have heard that."

"Too often. At first it was a bit exciting to fly off at short notice, but it loses its appeal."

"And upsets local social life?"

She smiled with a nod, but then replied:

"Well, you meet people elsewhere, but not very regularly."

"Oh, like a sailor, a girl in every port?"

"Not quite, and maybe girls are a little more choosy."

"I hope so."

Vivienne smiled as Sandy joined us, making me realize that I had hardly seen her with clothes on in the apartment. She had on a shirtwaist dress with two breast pockets, but when she turned to get herself a beer, I could see from the movement of her breasts that she had no bra on. She rejoined us and topped up my beer from the bottle, and Vivienne excused herself to finish cooking. 

The table had already been set. Sandy called to say that she would help if needed, and we sat down on the sofa. I whispered that it felt a little funny to be wearing clothes there, and she smirked with a nod before we drank, then chatting for a few minutes before Vivienne called for help. I offered to open the wine, and we both joined her in the kitchen.

Soon we were sitting at the table. Vivienne had, indeed, prepared a nice meal. Sandy and I complimented it and toasted her, and she looked pleased, seemed quite moved, in fact; I saw her nipples press against her blouse, and as I drank, thought involuntarily that they were probably more tan than pink. Then we enjoyed our meal chatting: about work, hers and ours; the girls once about their hometowns. 

Towards the end of the meal, the conversation turned to travel. Vivienne had, of course seen more of the world than Sandy or I on our trips to Europe. When the Riviera was mentioned, Vivienne surprised me when she said that on a dare she and another girl had gone topless and that she later had done so, pleased that no one thought she was American because she had no tan-line. Definitely darker nipples, I thought to myself as Sandy remarked:

"I don't know if I would have dared, ... two years ago, just out of high school. ... Maybe I would now, ..." and she glanced at me with a smile:

"but they sure would take me for an American. I guess that makes you look more naked."

We all chuckled, and I raised my almost empty glass:

"I'll drink to that, ... and also to Vivienne's cooking," and we all finished our wine. As we set down our glasses, Vivienne asked:

"What would you like for dessert?"

Sandy glanced at me and tried to suppress a snicker. Vivienne looked at each of us questioningly and asked:

"What was that about?" Sandy snickered slightly and replied:

"Maybe you shouldn't ask. ... Hm-hmm! When I asked him that, he said he wanted me."

Vivienne joined in our chuckling, her nipples showing through her blouse again, and offered: 

"Well, besides Sandy, what would you like?"

"Nothing, thank you. I am just fine; I don't usually have dessert."

Sandy agreed, but snickered again as she said:

"Nice of you then to have made an exception for me."

This time we all laughed out loud. We stood up and cleared the table, and then Sandy and Vivienne agreed that there wasn't space for all three of us to help in the kitchen, which suited me, since I had to go to the bathroom, wondering if the turn in the conversation suggested that the girls were feeling the beer and wine somewhere else. As I returned, they were talking softly, but I overheard Sandy say: "He's read it," and Vivienne's soft "Oh!"

"Yes, he has," I confirmed to make my presence known, before it occurred to me that they had wanted me out of the kitchen for some girl talk, now aware of what it had been about.

"Oh!" Vivienne said again, turning to me, and her nipples were more prominent than before:

"... I guess you know what we were talking about."

"Yes, Sandy told me on the way here."

"But you didn't tell me what you thought of it," Sandy remarked, which wasn't entirely true, but she seemed to want open the discussion, and my immediate thought of a reply wasn't going to change that:

"Well, I won't tell you what I did the first time I read it, ..." 

- they both snorted with brief smiles - 

"... but it wasn't all new to me, but kind of nice to discover that some things I like aren't that unusual."

Sandy smiled with the slightest nod of agreement as Vivienne replied:

"Yeah, I guess so, ... if it was like that."

"When was that?" Sandy asked.

"Two years ago, on Fire Island with my sister and new brother. They had it."

"And you all ready had ..., uh, ... 'some things'?" Sandy asked, looking a little surprised, and Vivienne looked even more surprised.

"Um-hmm, but gentlemen don't tell, ... oh, she had also been with an airline."

I almost had said "with United," but managed to change words. Vivienne's nipples had popped out again just at that reference to her job. She changed the subject by saying that they were finished in the kitchen and asking if we wanted to open another bottle of wine. 

I thought that she could have offered coffee, if she really wanted to change the subject; wine might loosen our tongues even more, but it was only just past seven-thirty, and Sandy nodded. Vivienne said that she had gotten it for the evening, anyway, so I agreed. 




Sandy Ch. 04



Sandy arrived while I sipped my second cup of coffee. She was in shorts and a long sweater. She looked gorgeous. A shiver ran down my spine, even as I stepped out to greet her. Karen came out of the house - JEANS; I breathed a sigh. "Are we ready to go? Mark, I'm going to ride with Sandy, OK? Mark? Are you all right? You look pale."

"No, no, I'm fine. Still waking up I guess. Uh, yeah, you ride with Sandy, I'll follow."

"Shotgun!" MJ always called shotgun and Katie always ignored her brother and took the front seat. As always, he shrugged, popped his earbuds in, and took the back.

It was a pleasant drive as we headed south and east into the mountains and we arrived at the lake in time for lunch. I held my breath as we made the last turn. It was a typical foothills lake; sloping shorelines filled with trees on three sides and a relatively flat section on the downstream side covered in lush grass. A single story log cabin sat in the trees, and yeah, there was a float with a walkway.

I checked my phone - three bars. Looking at the hills I saw a cell tower on a ridge to the southwest.

While Karen opened the cabin, I began unloading the van with the kid's help and Sandy tackled her things.

Inside, it was your normal rustic cabin; a large main room with windows looking out on the lake, to one side a large wood stove with a stack of dry wood to the side. There was a basic kitchen with a gas stove and a propane refrigerator along one wall, a sink with a window on the outside wall, and a table with half a dozen chairs to the other side. A utility room was at the back door.

Next we looked at the bedrooms: first came the main; it had a queen sized bed and basic furniture; dresser, side tables. The next had a double bed and dresser, and the third had bunk beds and two smaller dressers. Instantly MJ called; "TOP" and I agreed. Katie was assigned the lower. Sandy took the double, and of course we had the queen. Everyone moved into their rooms and then gathered in the kitchen for lunch.

"This is a nice place. How can Larry afford it on JC wages?"

"He said this has been his parents for ages. They bought back when it was like a hundred dollars an acre; I think there's about a hundred acres. He did say we might be able to do a time-share with him, if we liked it."

*****

The only real preparations I had to do, in so far as the cabin was concerned, was turn on the propane at the tank. It also fed a generator, and that fed into a battery bank and also ran the water well. If we wanted, there were also kerosene lamps in all rooms.

MJ, Katie and I explored the shoreline to the north until we came against a rock face. We followed that into the woods up a streambed that had only a few inches of water in it. By August it would probably be dry. About thirty yards into the trees a path led off to the right; in the general direction of the cabin. But there was also a moss covered rock face to my left. With names and dates carved into it.

While the kids prowled the creek bed I sat on a large rock; staring at that rock wall. Now, I've experienced coincidences, but this was beginning to get eerie. By now almost the whole dream had come back to me. While my eyes were watching the kids, my brain was running the whole sequence. Dog, Poly, float, bed? I didn't know how I felt about the whole thing.

"Dad! Hey Dad, can we see what's down the trail?"

I shook off the mood and we followed the trail. With the cabin in sight, we found a branch in the trail; right went back to the cabin, left up the hill, and ahead through the trees. "Let's go back to the cabin; I want to see what your mom and Sandy are doing. You guys can swim in the lake."

They were sitting on the porch, talking quietly. When I walked up they pointed out a pair of large birds circling above the far shore. At that distance, and with the sun in my eyes, they could have been eagles, but just as likely large hawks. "Sandy and I were just commenting how peaceful it is here. What did you find on your walk?"

"The shore ends against a wall down that way, and we found several trails in among the trees. I wouldn't recommend running them, but those trails will be great for stretching our legs and getting some walking in, at least one leads up into the hills."

*****

Over the next few days we settled into a routine; walks in the morning, swims in the afternoon. We explored the trails behind the cabin; the one leading to the right went around the lake, the one that headed farther into the woods went up the slope and soon turned into a real work out. I did the trails every day, some days the kids came with me, others the women. When they did I often found excuses to lag behind a bit, the view was great; two beautiful pairs of legs topped by shapely asses. I thought I was being cool about my ogling, until the third day. We had hiked about a half mile through the woods and I stopped to 'study' a tree, Karen looked back and said; "Hey, it's our turn. Why don't you lead so we can admire your butt."

Sandy giggled, "Yeah, I wouldn't mind either."

I made sure there was a lot of sway as I led up the slope. The laughter and applause was worth it.

At one point Karen asked Sandy to lead while she talked with me. ""She does look beautiful from here. I see why you like to follow us."

"Ah, but your missing half the picture."

"I am?"

"Sure. You look great too. Every time you're ahead of me, I have to rearrange myself."

"Are you sure that isn't because of her?"

"Oh, she gets me going too. I won't deny it. But don't you underestimate your butt; it's great."

*****

On Sunday Karen announced we had officially run out of food. There was nothing left but peanut butter, jelly and bread heels. ""Mark, I saw a large grocery store in Packwood as we came through, will you go? I'll give you a list so you'll know what I want."

A trip into town? Sure. As nice as the peace and quiet was, seeing other humans had appeal. Plus I could get myself a treat. "Can I come along?"

"Sure Sandy, I'd love to have your company."

*****

All the way into town we talked. Nothing of great importance; just friends talking. Half way down the main drag was a large grocery store with a huge, and very busy, parking lot. As I cruised around looking for a spot I heard Sandy mutter; "Oh no ..." I was too busy driving to look around, but asked if there were a problem.

"No. I just thought I saw something, but that's impossible."

"Someone you know?"

"It's too weird to explain. Never mind."

Call it Fate, or Karma, or Kismet; maybe it's just ... I don't know ... serendipity, but there can be a moment when all the forces of the universe click together; like the cogs of a giant watch all meshing in proper sequence. The only spots available were to the side of the building, so that's where we parked. Strolling to the store, she'd interlocked her arm with mine, her right hand resting on my arm also - something I really didn't mind. But when we rounded the corner she locked up on me and stopped. There before us sat a woman in her twenties dressed in jeans and a light blouse. Beside her sat a young girl dressed similarly. And between them a rust colored Australian Shepherd. The woman held a sign before her; and I felt I knew what it said before I saw it. Sandy dragged me back around the corner, something bordering on fear in her eyes. "I ... Mark, I'm afraid. I haven't told you or Karen or anyone, but I had a dream, and that woman was in it."

"In your dream, why was she there?"

"Her dog. She had to find a home for her dog."

"In your dream, what was the dog's name?"

She gave me a long look before answering; "Katie." She almost whispered.

I sighed; "Let's do this. Waiting won't change it."

"What do you mean?"

"In my dream, the woman's name is Jessica."

"In mine, Jamie."

"Well, let's go find out who's right."

As we stepped around the corner, the young woman looked up; from ten feet away I heard her gasp. She clutched at the sign, almost shaking. As if in a trance I asked; "Hi, what's happening?"

With shaking hands she held up the sign.

"Free dog to a good home. Loves children"

With a lump in my throat I said; "My name is Mark, this is Sandy. Why are you giving away your dog?"

"I'm Jenny, and this is my daughter; Annie. Mister, we're broke, I can't find work, and I don't know where we'll end up. Something told me to come here and try to find Katie a new home."

"Your dog is Katie?" I asked the girl. She just nodded, tears forming in her eyes.

I looked over at Sandy. Tears rolled down her cheeks.

Looking back at Jenny, and feeling I was reading from a script, I asked; "What sort of work do you do?"

"I was raised on a farm, so I can run all sorts of machinery, plus I've worked as a short order cook, a maid, just about anything honest. Why?"

"Have you ever been to Tacoma?"

"Just passing through. I don't normally stay in larger cities."

"I may know someone. In the meantime what can we do about the dog?"

I turned slightly; "Annie, my name is Mark and I have a daughter just about your age. Would you like to see what she looks like?"

I pulled my phone out as she nodded. "This is my daughter, her name is Kathleen, but we call her Katie. And this is her brother; we call him MJ. Would you mind if my Katie and your Katie were together?"

"Will you take good care of her? She likes peanut butter cookies."

"Honey, I promise we will take the best possible care of her."

"Mom?"

"She will be alright. I know it just as sure as we are sitting here. I won't agree to just anyone, you know that. But these are the people we came to town for. I told you yesterday Katie will go to the perfect home. Now I'm sure. She'll be fine, and we can get our life straightened out."

"Jenny, how about Sandy and Annie hit the store, we came for shopping, and Annie can show her what Katie normally gets. In the meantime, stay with me and Katie, I have some calls to make that might affect you. Okay?"

After Sandy and Annie went into the store, Jenny looked at me; "Do you believe in deja vu? I feel like today has been nothing but."

"Yeah, me too. And I think Sandy also. Look, I know a guy; he's the Business Manager of my union. If he can find you something, are you willing to go where ever he sends you?"

"Mark, I'd go to Seattle, or Portland, or anywhere else, if it means we can have a stable life. Annie needs that. She should be in school this fall, but if I'm wandering from job to job ... how can we do that?"

I got on the phone. By now you know I was calling Dick Durant, and yes, he said send her up.

A month later, I ran into Jessie/Jenny; she was working as a temp helper in the Water Department with a chance to take the civil service test in the fall. It wasn't perfect, but a start. A year later Jenny was in the Water Department apprentice program. If she stuck to it, in two years she would have a Journeyman ticket and a permanent job.

*****

We drove back to the lake, the dog sitting on the back seat, whining. I couldn't blame her; we were taking her away from the only family she knew.

The kids were out of sight; which was just as well, I had to explain this to Karen.

Karen was stretched out on the float when we arrived; but stood, hands on hips, when we stopped. Bare breasted and tanning nicely, my wife looked great! But there was a look on her face...

"Well, that certainly took long enough. How much did you get that wasn't on the list?"

"Ahh, one or two things."

Sandy was chewing on her lower lip, but spoke up; "Karen, um, something happened while we were at the store ..."

"Where is it?"

"What?" I said stupidly.

She sighed; "The dog. I've been waiting. If you came in with a dog, any dog, ... let's just say I've been waiting."

I opened the sliding door, and holding her leash, allowed Katie's exit.

"Oh Christ. Tell me about the owners."

And we did, everything; Sandy's dream, mine, Jenny's. And that's when she told us about hers.

"That's it! I'm out of here."

"Sandy! No, please, don't go. We want you to stay."

I wanted to grab her, hold her there, but I knew that would be totally wrong. "Please, stay. Let's talk this out. Maybe it's just been a bunch of coincidences. But, don't go."

"Coincidences my ass. This is just strange."

"Now that I'll agree with. Let's do this: the kids are coming around that corner any minute; its lunch time, let's have lunch and then sit and sort this out. Sandy, I really don't want you to go, but I want us clearing the air."

Not a minute later the kids did come around the corner; dirty as can be and smiling ear to ear. They came to a sudden stop seeing the dog sitting next to me. Surprisingly, they didn't charge over as I expected. Instead, MJ leading the way, walked up very calmly. "Um Dad, whose dog is that? Did you find it? Can we keep it?"

So I filled them in, saving the dog's name for last; "...and her name is Katie."

My daughter's eyes opened wide. She had been looking the dog over but now; "But that's my name! Can we change her name?"

"I thought about that driving back. How about we call her Katie Dog? She's had her name for almost two years, she's too used to her name now; if we try changing it, she'll just be confused, but if we add Dog to the back end, she won't really notice. Will that work for you?"

Katie eyed Katie Dog for a moment, and was eyed in return; "Okay. Can I walk her?"

"Yeah, but don't let go of the leash; she's not used to us yet, and she might get lost."

*****

Kids and dog wandered off after lunch and we sat on the porch; a light breeze keeping us cool in the July sun. No one spoke at first. I just didn't know how or where to begin, and maybe they felt the same way. When the silence was too much I cleared my throat; "This isn't the end of the world. And the more I think about it, the better it is. Look, let's play 'I'll show you mine' - I'll tell my dream and you guys tell yours. I'm curious how close they are."

They nodded agreement, but neither spoke; so it was up to me for sure.

I ran through my dream up to bringing the dog back (the rest of the dream might spook either or both of them), I specifically mentioned some of the interplay among the three of us, and then pointed out all the events in real time that matched to the dream. "Even Jessic ... I mean Jenny ... had at least some premonition to be in town at that time and that place. When we saw her, I stopped thinking 'coincidence', and began thinking 'fate'."

Sandy spoke next: "The night before we came up here ... Karen, please understand this was just a dream; the night before we came up here I dreamed I was making love. I didn't know who it was ... it was dark ... then I saw a face. It was Mark's. But then it changed, and it was you. Then I saw a woman and a child and a dog, and, and, I'm just confused."

Karen took Sandy's hands. "I dreamt about the dog also. But I also dreamed about you. At first I didn't understand, but I do now. I love you. I still love lunkhead over there - but for the first time in my life I love a woman, and it's you."

With tears in their eyes they turned to me; "Mark ..." said Karen, "Where are you in all this?"

"My dream included both of you. It didn't get to the point of me making love with you, Sandy, but only because I woke up. I know I wanted to, and truth be told, I want to now. Actually I want both of you now. But then again that's just me."

"Typical male; thinking with his little head."

"Actually Karen, no. Yeah, I know you're just teasing; But first the dream, and now the time we've spent together ... I like Sandy. And that is important to me. I have to like before I can love. But let me ask you a question: did you bring books up on expanding our marriage? Or was that just a part of my dream?"

Man, the silence. Karen stared at me for minutes. "How did you know about the books?"

"I told you, it was part of my dream; you gave us a long spiel about loving without jealousy and if everyone knew, then it wasn't cheating. I remember us reading those books back then, but I don't recall any magazines. Well other than the Swinger Connection. Remember how we looked at those and just couldn't see us going there?"

We talked for maybe another hour. Sandy asked about our reading, Karen and I tried really hard to answer without seeming to pressure her. Soon I felt the three of us were in synch; using the same terms to express common feelings, and yes, when it came to jealousy and cheating, Sandy did see where we differed from her first conceptions.

At one point Karen slid into my lap, a hand caressing my chest. Leaning in, kissing me lightly, she turned to Sandy; "Truly, I love this man. There is only one person on this planet I'm willing to share him with, and it's you. I can't make it any plainer than that.

Sandy had been sitting, watching; "Wow, I'm stunned. I have a confession to make; I have come to love you guys. At first it was friendship, but it kept getting deeper, and it scares me."

""I've had two boyfriends, neither proved to be what I needed. Oh, I had sex with them sure, but always, something ... didn't feel ... um ... right, I guess. I mean, yeah the act was okay, but afterwards ... nothing. I see you with Mark and I know you have that ... whatever it is. Sometimes Karen, I envy you. I'm not jealous, I know that, but I wish I had the love you have. But how can I?"

I asked Karen to move back to her seat, then reached for Sandy's hand. Tugging gently I led her to my lap. She didn't resist. "Let's try this: Let yourself express love. I don't mean go wild and throw yourself at me or Karen (but I won't push you away if you do), just let the physical side come out. For instance; I so want to kiss you. Will you let me?"

Without a word, she closed her eyes, and leaned in...

"Mom, we're hungry!"

Yeah, that figured. When I laughed, and Sandy lifted an eyebrow I just said; "that was in the dream too."

Karen took them in the kitchen and Sandy and I picked up at her closing her eyes and leaning in. For just a moment, I held her there and when she reopened her eyes and asked: "What?" my reply was; "You're gorgeous.", and I pulled her to me. She has the softest, sweetest lips and I lost myself in them.

When we broke for air she had the most serious look on her face. "You'd better have meant that kiss, because I'm not going to be used and tossed away. I mean it. I ..."

Karen came back out. "Well, was he good?"

Squeezing me tightly, she nodded at Karen. Tears formed in her eyes. "I don't want this to end. Please, please, are you guys really asking me to love you?"

"Sandy," Karen said as she kissed her several times, "we love you, and you've said you love us. Let's just go with that. Let everything else flow out from there."

*****

After the kids went to bed I clipped the dog on her leash and took her for a walk. When I returned, Karen and Sandy had a blanket spread on the grass and they were talking quietly. I put her in the cabin and joined the ladies. They were stretched out, holding hands and whispering as they watched the stars come out. I sat at their feet, not wanting to disturb a special moment. It took me several minutes to realize both were topless; nipples standing in the evening air caught my attention first, then the lack of cloth penetrated.

Gently, I massaged their feet, first one, then the other, until they both sat up and wiggled fingers at me; Karen patting a spot between them. Before I could stretch out Karen's hands ran up under my shirt, lifting it up and off; "You were overdressed."

Do you know just how nice it is to have a pair of half-naked women rolling on you, whispering sweet nothings in your ear? Well ... I found out that night. Truth be told I did my share of whispering too. At one point I rolled Sandy to the center; Karen was waiting, and was kissing her immediately. Not little, light kisses; serious ones designed to inflame desire.




Sandy Ch. 04



I worked my way down Sandy's body, stopping at her hard nipples for a time and then on down to her belly, kissing and licking all the way. I pushed her shorts off, panties too, and slid a finger into her puffed up pussy lips. She was moist and twitching under my fingers. Soon I moved between her opened legs. Her pussy gleamed in the light of the rising moon and I dipped; first sampling, and then swiping my tongue the length of her slit. The shudder said I was doing it right.

Glancing up, I saw Karen had moved to her breasts, caressing with fingers and tongue. I returned my attention to the sweet well under my lips. Wide open to my attentions now, her clitoris standing proud and peeking from its hood; I painted everywhere I could reach with tongue swipes, but when I hit her clit she bucked up, moaning loudly. I focused there for a while until she clamped her thighs hard against my head, and with heels digging into my back, arched up, held for a moment, and then collapsed.

Sucking softly, I stayed with her until I heard her say; "Mister, you can do that to me anytime."

Looking up, I saw Karen holding Sandy's head on her lap while softly caressing breasts and crooning to her.

Finally Karen looked down at me. "That," she said, "was amazing. I want to come that hard too."

"Any time sweetheart, just open those beautiful legs and I'll be here."

*****

By the time the moon had risen they had me stripped, and Karen was demonstrating cock sucking to Sandy.

Have you ever been in that place where you're sexually excited, but don't need to come? I was there; riding a euphoric high, watching the stars and seeing the occasional meteorite, all while they explored my cock with their lips. I was there, but not there; wondering if this was the dream again, but not wanting to know.

******

Eventually we picked up the blanket and our clothes and returned to the cabin. Katie Dog wanted out, so I took her for a short stroll in the moonlit trees. Returning to my bed, I found the two wrapped around each other and fast asleep; virtually lip to lip. What a sight. I stood, admiring, thanking the fates that made this happen. Finally I slipped into bed, cuddling behind Karen; my left hand draped over her hip.

*****

"Dad, is Mom and Sandy lebbians?" I was doing breakfast while the ladies slept in.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Grant Lesky says girls that sleep with girls are lebbians. And Mom and Sandy are sleeping together."

"I think the term you mean is lesbians, and no, they're not lesbians. Not by any stretch of the imagination."

"Then why are they sleeping together?"

"Katie, I could give you all kinds of answers, but the honest one is they have discovered they love each other, and Sandy slept with us last night."

"Oh ... Then, do you love Sandy too, 'cause you slept with her?"

"Girl, your logic is irrefutable. But awfully early. Yeah, I love Sandy too."

"That's good. Me and MJ love her too."

"Speaking of Katies, that one needs to go outside. Will you leash her up and take her into the trees away from the trail? Thanks."

*****

Soon the other child came wandering out, rubbing sleep from his eyes. "Dad?"

"Yes MJ?"

"Did we have thunder last night?"

"No, why do you ask?"

"'Cause Sandy is sleeping in your bed with Mom."

"She just wanted to sleep with us last night, you know, like you used to do sometimes."

"Oh, okay. What's for breakfast? I'm hungry."

*****

Eventually the sleepy heads appeared; tousle haired, bleary eyed and seeking coffee. Each gave me a light kiss, and then disappeared into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later (well it may have been forty) they reappeared, fresh faced, hair brushed and smiling. The kisses I received this time were deeper and longer, and well worth the wait. Now I felt scroungy; I hadn't shaved or showered yet. The kids just giggled at the show of affection, but MJ did blush a little when Sandy and Karen kissed them too.

*****

Our days (and nights) settled into a pleasant routine: everyone enjoyed being at the lake, swimming, canoeing or hiking. Clothes were totally forgotten by everyone everywhere but in the woods, although MJ had come up with a loin cloth on a belt that he wore just about everywhere. Katie Dog had adapted to us and after a few days if someone forgot and dropped the leash, she stayed with them. Sure she played with the kids, but also hung out with us; getting her ears scratched.

Sandy, and Karen too, spent lots of time out on the float; tanning. They had moved to a place where they were at such ease that they were both totally nude and wide open to the sun. Nipples and pussies had equal time in the sun, and I made sure they each had plenty of sun screen. Everywhere.

Of course I had lost my clothing and they took turns keeping me in sun screen too. They really paid attention to my cock; often commenting that they didn't want it burned. That also assured it was often at least half hard, if not totally. Even with eyes closed I could tell who was stroking me: Karen had a firm, familiar grip; Sandy was softer, a little tentative.

(Later my Father asked if I got any fishing in (?), and yeah I actually did. Several times I caught large Lake Trout, and once I nailed a Steelhead that was over eighteen inches and better than six pounds. MJ caught several sunfish and a couple very small trout. I can't picture a guy being near water and not trying for something.)

I don't know why, but there was never a sense of urgency. Our love making was just that; the women could spend hours exploring each other, and did. When I was with Sandy I felt whole. It was the same sensation I'd felt with Karen twenty years before, and still have even now. It was as if parts of me were materializing from somewhere/sometime else. Can you feel whole with the partner you have, and then add another and still feel whole? Or is it wholer, if there is such a thing?

All I knew then, all I know now, is that Sandy belonged with me just as Karen did. One afternoon while we were alone, I told Karen about my sense of wholeness; "Funny, I've felt the same way. It's strange; before we fell in love with her, I felt complete with you. And now ... I can't picture life without Sandy."

*****

I was in bed, Sandy atop me; my cock deep within her. "Mark? Is this real? ... I mean us; you and me and Karen? ... Are we just doing this because we're up here, away from our normal lives?"

Rather than answer her immediately, I ran my hands down to her butt; pushing her down a little more. She responded with a quiet moan. Firmly, my hands roamed her ass; pressing down into the cleft and then rounding her cheeks to the sides. "It can't get any more real for me. (Sigh)It's great having you here, like this; on me and my hands, my arms, holding you. But for me; real also means having you in my life when we aren't in bed, when you're in the same room with me, or going to be with me, or you were with me."

"I'm just a guy. You and Karen have an ability to explore all your feelings to the seventeenth degree; for me it's incredibly simple: you complete me. When Karen and I fell in love I felt she completed me. Now I feel the same with you. You're a part I didn't know I was missing, but if we part ... well, it will be something I don't want to feel. I know I'm not saying this well, but you squeezing my cock like that makes it hard for me to think clearly."

Her cheek had been resting against my chest, but she lifted her head and looking in my eyes said; "Karen and I have talked about this. She said almost the same thing, and I've been thinking about this myself. I don't want us breaking apart. Karen says we can find a way to stay together when we go back. Do you think we can?"

"Do I? How fast can you move out of your apartment? Do you have a lease? If necessary, we can head back a couple days early; hell, we can head back tomorrow, and have you moved into our house right away."

"But where would I sleep?"

"There's only one place I want you to sleep; in the same bed I'm in. I'm sure Karen feels the same way. Shall we ask her? I'll call her in here right now."

"No, we'll ask her in a little while. I want to come now. I'm right on the edge ... yes, push up ... oh ... yes ... your hands ... push down, I want to feel them, harder, ... harder. Oh damn that's good. I ... I ... love you. Oh god Mark, I love you, I love Karen, I love us. Yes, I'll move in with ... with ... ah, ah, with you."

With a long shudder she came, taking me over the edge with her. I held her to me tightly; breathing deeply and then kissing her all over her face and neck.

*****

We sat with Karen a little later, and I asked her if she wanted Sandy living us. I hardly had the question out when she responded; "Hell yes! I'd move her in tomorrow if I could. But can we get a bigger bed? It gets a little too cozy in the bed we're sleeping in now, and that's what we have at home."

"King size it is. When do you want to head back? We're supposed to stay here two more days. Do you think the kids would mind if we left early?"

"I don't think so. Both have mentioned their friends lately; I think they're ready."

*******



Sandy Ch. 04



Sandy and I sat on the Sofa with our wine glasses and Vivienne on the upholstered armchair. After we had drunk, Sandy asked about Vivienne's flying schedule. With a brief smile of understanding, she told us that her next trip was overseas, starting Saturday and returning Wednesday morning. Sandy glanced over at me with a wink that wasn't overseen by Vivienne, who went on to explain that it could always happen that she was called to substitute for someone on another flight, especially when she had been home a couple of days, adding with another smile that she sure hoped it didn't happen this time.

"Someone you know?" I asked.

"Um-hmm," she agreed, and her nipples showed again.

"Well, we hope not, too," Sandy added, and we all drank to that.

Vivienne explained a bit how her schedule generally worked out and promised to keep Sandy informed: 

"so you two can plan, ... but not any better than I can, I'm afraid," she added with disappointed expression.

After some more talk, we decided to watch the eight o'clock new. Vivienne turned on the TV and then started to turn her chair to face it. Putting my arm around Sandy, I held up my other one with my glass and offered:

"Here, you can join us," leaving my arm on the back of the sofa. She glanced at Sandy, who nodded in agreement, and Vivienne took her glass and sat down next to me. We watched the news, the girls sipping at their wine. 

When the report turned to Vietnam, and a scene startled them, I automatically held Sandy a little closer and let my other arm slip down to reassure Vivienne. When the scene ended, and Vivienne gave no indication that I should move my arm, I left my forearm resting on her shoulder, suddenly recalling being in the same position at the start of the evening with Pam and Sukie. The girls had another sip of wine as the news turned to something less interesting. I let my hand dangle down over Sandy's shoulder. After a few moments, she reached up and put her hand on mine, and then with a silent snort held it against her breast, hiding my fingers as they came up under it, gently moving on it and moving it slightly, making Sandy snort slightly again before she took another sip of wine.

I don't know if she expected or intended that Vivienne would notice or react, but she did, emptying her glass and then suggesting: 

"Maybe I should go back and finish cleaning up."

"Hm-umm, just give us some more wine," Sandy responded, adding: 

"This is nice, ... and you know we're not going to do anything."

"I bet," Vivienne agreed with a snort of her own, but she did lean forward and get the wine bottle. I took a good drink from my glass to catch up with the girls, and she refilled our glasses, waiting for us all to have another drink, and also for me to replace my arm before she sat back under it again, maybe slightly closer than before as my forearm rested on her shoulder again. Sandy squeezed my hand slightly, and my fingers slid up into the curve under her breast, raising it slightly, and she pressed my palm against it in appreciation.

After a moment, she repeated:

"This is nice, ... isn't it Viv? ... Thank you again for the dinner," and took another sip of her wine. I nudged Vivienne with my arm, and she smiled slightly and agreed:

"Um-hmm, I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I sure did," I rejoined: "... and this, too," and held Sandy's breast more firmly and gave Vivienne another little nudge to indicate what I meant. Sandy took another sip of wine and then snickered softly and asked:

"Have you done this before, ... holding two girls?" 

Vivienne snickered and volunteered:

"I haven't, ... well, not as one of the girls, and not like this, ... just in the crowded backseat of a car," and she sipped from her glass.

"Have you?" Sandy asked again, squeezing my hand.

"Yes, once."

"Oooh, tell us."

"A couple of preppies on Fire Island invited me to a party and then suggested that I join them for hamburgers first. ... And then, ... well, this is the way we watched the sun set."

"And then? ... Was that all?"

"Not quite, but gentlemen don't tell."

Vivienne snickered and took a sip of wine as Sandy complained:

"That's no fun. I bet something did. ... Otherwise, you wouldn't have said that."

Vivienne snickered again as Sandy sipped some wine, and I replied: 

"But I won't tell," and squeezed her breast again.

"Well, that much, anyway," she suggested. Vivienne snickered again, and Sandy continued:

"To both of them?" 

"What do you think?" I asked and turned my head to each of them.

Vivienne snickered again and replied:

"Probably, ... if they wanted you to. ... You'd have to be fair."

"Yeah, that's what I was thinking," Sandy agreed and took a sip before adding:

"You ought to do it to Viv, too, then."

I felt Vivienne start slightly at Sandy's suggestion and realized that the wine was having an effect, especially when Vivienne didn't demure in any way, making me recall that she had just suggested that I had had to be fair. After a moment, I let the stem of my wine glass slip through my fingers and holding the bowl of it to let the rim of the base of the glass touch her breast. Her slight "hmm" sounded more encouraging than objecting. I slid it up and down slightly, and when she didn't object, slid it further down, feeling it skip over her nipple. She just responded with a soft "unn," and then her thighs twitched slightly as I drew the glass back up over it.

"Being fair," she murmured softly and sipped at her wine. 

"Um-hmm," I agreed as softly, squeezing Sandy's breast as I slid the glass back down over Vivienne's nipple.

"That's good," Sandy murmured, squeezing my hand. When I slid the glass back up, Vivienne responded by saying:

"Be careful, don't spill," and then snickered at her admitting her appreciation of what I was doing and that her aroused nipple could be recognized. When I slid it back down again, with another "uhnn," she reached across with her free hand and took my glass, obviously inviting me to touch her with my hand. When it did, my arm holding her a little closer, she sighed softly, and then my fingers found her stiff nipple, and she acknowledged with an openly appreciative "um-hmm."

For a few moments, I rubbed both their nipples, and then Sandy let go of my hand and undid the top buttons of her dress, and then urged my hand to slide inside it. As I found her bare breast and cupped my hand around Vivienne's firmer small one, she murmured:

"Don't wrinkle my blouse; it's hell to iron."

"Um-hmm," I agreed and let my fingers slide over to her other one, the nipple just as stiff, and her thighs twitched again. When I took her breast in my hand, she gave another little "unn", but then after a moment murmured:

"Remember my blouse."

"Um-hmm," Sandy agreed, reinforcing my understanding that Vivienne was suggesting that I unbutton her blouse, since she was holding both our wine glasses. The small buttons were not so easy to manipulate, but Vivienne just waited patiently while I undid two of them, and then my hand slid under the soft silk, and her skin was just as silky under my fingers as they slid over the firm swelling of her breast, but her nipple was a tight knot when I touched it and then explored the goose bumps on the small area around it, smaller than Sandy's, which the fingers of my other hand were holding. "Um-hmmm," they both agreed, relaxing against me, and then repeating it as I held them, feeling glad that my swelling cock could stiffen without needing assistance.

Sandy took another sip, and then Vivienne did, then offering me one from my glass, turning her head with a funny little smile as she held it up to my lips. I squeezed both their breasts as I drank, Vivienne raising my glass as I saw her glance at Sandy. They both snorted slightly when she lowered the glass and then relaxed under my arm again. For a few moments, the sound from the TV dominated our silence as my thumbs gently stroked down on the tops of their nipples.

"Hmm, ... how did we get like this?" Vivienne then asked, almost to herself.

"Nice," Sandy replied: "... I like it, ... and you seem to, too. ... Why not?"

Vivienne snorted softly and then responded: "I guess so, ... just a little surprising."

"But very nice, ... for me, too," I added, as my thumbs caressed their nipples.

"Um-hmm," they both agreed again, and then both snorted slightly.

"It must be funny, ... holding ... with two girls," Sandy remarked. Vivienne snorted again.

"A little, but ... more fun than funny," I agreed and pressed my fingers up under each of their breasts, and the snorted slightly and added: 

"No, also a little funny - two different breasts."

They both snorted sharply, glancing at each other for a moment, and then we drank again, Vivienne holding my glass for me. After another couple of moments in silence, Sandy remarked brightly:

"Oh, this reminds me: freshman year, a girl from a prep school told that at the start of the previous year - in the fall - they had all talked about their 'first time.' Well, I guess it was just those who had had one, and two girls, roommates, told that they had had theirs together with the same guy. That really wowed the other girls, she said, and they wanted all the details, but they just smirked, she said, only agreeing that it had been real good."

As I was thinking that I was real glad that I hadn't mentioned that Pam and Sukie had been roommates, Vivienne snorted and asked:

"What are you suggesting?"

"Nothing, it just occurred to me."

"Maybe we better stop, before it occurs to me, too," I remarked with a chuckle and squeezed their breasts. They chuckled too, maybe more snickers, both looking at me as I held them a little closer and caught their nipples between my fingers. "Um-hmm," they responded, and not as though they wanted me to stop, on the contrary, they both looked like they wanted to be kissed, looking up at me intensely with dilated eyes, making me more aware of my stiff cock as my fingers squeezed their tight nipples.

"I want to kiss you both," I murmured, glancing first at Vivienne, whose eyes darted to Sandy, and then at Sandy, who nodded. When I looked back at Vivienne, she was waiting for it, her head tilted back, her eyes half closed. "Um-hmm," Sandy confirmed, and I lowered my lips to Vivienne's and immediately felt her tongue, and let her feel mine, and then we had as intense a kiss as we could in that position and with her holding two wine glasses, a long intense kiss, and continuing when I felt Sandy find my cock, holding it through my trousers as I clutched their breasts, and Vivienne caressed my tongue in her mouth, sucking on it so that I had to wonder about her reluctance to suck a cock, sucking in rhythm with the way my tongue was moving it in and out.

Finally, we came up for air. I thought that Sandy would discreetly remove her hand, but she didn't, pulling my cock towards her as she murmured:

"It's my turn," and brought her other arm up around my neck.

"Um-hmm," Vivienne agreed, sounding a little disappointed. With a squeeze of her breast, I turned to Sandy, hearing Vivienne voice a soft "oh!" - probably at seeing where Sandy's hand was. Sandy's mouth was open and her tongue thrust into mine when they met. I felt Vivienne slip from under my arm and then stand up as we continued to kiss, and I knew there was no question about what Sandy's tongue was suggesting as she squeezed my cock, and I exchanged hands on her breast inside her dress.

But after a minute or two, we had to stop, since the alternative of going further wasn't possible. Vivienne had discreetly disappeared - to the bathroom, we heard then. Sandy smiled and then with a snort remarked:

"That was good, ... all of it. Vivienne surprised me."

"Me, too."

"And me, too," Vivienne agreed, returning with slight smile on her lips, her blouse still unbuttoned, which didn't reveal anything - except that she wasn't so bothered about what had happened to feel it necessary to button up, now that it was over, even referring to again:

"If those two girls that summer were anything like we were, something must have happened."

Sandy snickered and agreed:

"I bet," and snickered again, looking at me questioningly.

"I better go, before you ask again," I remarked and stood up, giving Sandy a hand. Her unbuttoned dress did reveal a nice cleavage, and she smiled knowingly when she saw me appreciate it.

It was time for me to be on my way. I went to the bathroom and took a dab of toothpaste to rinse away the odor of the wine and then returned. Sandy gave me my jacket, and they both accompanied me to the door. I knew Sandy expected another kiss, but Vivienne was standing just as close to me - closer than necessary - so I asked:

"A last one, ... for the road?" and tilted my head slightly. She responded, and we kissed briefly, just a bit more than a pressing of lips, and then Sandy and I kissed just a little more. And then I was off.

Waiting for the elevator, and most of the way home, I was wondering what the two of them were thinking and talking about. Before I got to our building, I remembered to wipe any lipstick from my mouth, glad that neither of them been wearing any perfume. The routine of my coming home from training had been established, so there was no difficulty about the rest of the evening, which didn't keep my sister from raising her eyebrows questioningly when she said good night. 

In bed, of course, I recalled the evening, again being surprised that Vivienne had so willingly participated: nice, her silky skin and firm breasts - quality over quantity - and her sensitive tight nipples, and the way they had responded even before we did anything. Maybe her reading the book and knowing what Sandy and I had done had made her more curious and a little aroused with my being there, maybe wondering about Sandy's lips around my cock, like I had with my sister that lunchtime at the restaurant. Sandy sure had given her something to think about by holding my cock - like I was ... And Vivienne's nipples? Tan, or almost brown? I had only seen ones like that in pictures, not finding them so attractive, but on her? They would look just right, either shade. Hm-hmm, they always looked just right when you got to see them, the attraction of the new and unknown. 

What had they talked about after I left them? Had they wondered again about Pam and Sukie, wondered if they were those two girls Sandy had mentioned? Would they ask me again? Or had they wondered about what might have happened if I hadn't had to go home - and Sandy didn't have her period? Sandy probably wouldn't mind; it was she who had mentioned the two girls doing it with one guy. But Vivienne? Well, she had certainly gone along as far as we did, but maybe knowing what Sandy and I liked, maybe she wouldn't want to become involved - certainly not with the eagerness of Pam and Sukie. But she must be a little curious after reading "The Joy of Sex," - all those explicit pictures - and Martha had thought she didn't want to do it, but then she really had - maybe now with her brother, too? If Vivienne wanted to, with Sandy and me, or just with me - Sandy had mentioned that she was going home for a weekend sometime ...?

Oh, it was going to be a lot! My balls had been almost aching - "lover's nuts." It would be so good to let Vivienne taste it the first time, to have her want to, like Martha had, and like my Diotima had - oh, and Sandy, too - all deciding that they wanted to, and then liking it so much ... "Uhn! Uhn! Uhn! All that white stuff in Vivienne's mouth! "Uhn!" Uhn!" No, all over me, from my neck down to where it was dribbling on my thumb. 

Oh, I had forgotten to include my sister, but that was just as well, maybe a good sign, but she wouldn't be forgetting me - unless she were only thinking about Martha. Had she done it tonight, too?

The next morning at work, Sandy called me immediately, suggesting that we go out for lunch. Of course, I agreed, saying that it would be my treat, since I had intended to take her out the night before. Her suggestion and eager "great" made me think that she had something she wanted to talk about in private. At the agreed time, we met outside the building.

"Oh, that was great!" she gushed immediately as we set off: "... except that I wanted more, ... and then funny, after you left. Viv didn't know quite what to say after the door closed, but she didn't look upset or at odds with what had happened, you know, as though she had just been going along with it as long as you were there. Kissing her was good. I didn't know I could share, ... but with us, you know," and she glanced at me for a nod of agreement - that I understood that our relationship wasn't too much about personal emotions.

"Yeah, she just stood there with sort of surprised, wondering look on her face - maybe 'bemused' is the expression - and then her nipples popped out for a moment before she finally said: 'That sure never happened before.' I had an idea of what she meant, but didn't say anything, but then knew why her nipples had tightened when she added: 'No one ever held my breast before we had kissed ... a couple of times.' And then she smiled with snort, like she didn't mind the idea or what had happened.

"Of course, I liked that, having been worried that she might take a different attitude once you were gone, but she just smiled wryly, as though she enjoyed thinking about it. We went back, and I took your glass, and we drank, she just snorting again, as I wondered what she was thinking about."

I was too, also wondering where we could continue this conversation and asked Sandy, who immediately understood, suggesting that we get a hamburger or hotdog, and then another if we wanted, so we stopped at the nearest "Nathan's" hot dog stand. As we moved on more slowly, Sandy continued.

"Where was I? Yeah, and then Viv smirked and asked: 'When did you start to hold him?' That really surprised me, that she mentioned it at all, let alone asking like that, but I liked that she did. 'After you started kissing,' I replied, wondering what she would say, and she surprised me again: 'Yeah, I guess, ... I saw it, ... of course he was aroused, ... fondling us, ... but I wouldn't have dare to. But, of course, I guess you wanted to remind him that you were there, ... and I guess ..., of course, ... he wasn't too surprised, ... after last week. ... I never did that.'"

Someone on the street turned and looked at us for a moment. Sandy waited another moment before continuing more softly, quoting Vivienne: 

"... 'never did that, holding him in his pants.' 'Oh, that's the first thing I did,' I replied. Viv looked really surprised, and I realized that the wine had got to my head, but I had said it. Viv snorted and said: 'My parents sent me to a Catholic girls school, yeah, uniforms. Not much chance of that happening. I'm not sure how or what my mother told me about sex, the minimum, too embarrassing for both of us. Oh, senior year, an embarrassing lecture about the Church's attitude towards marriage.' She grinned wryly and added: 'Well, ... I survived that, ... and let it happen, ... but certainly didn't take any initiative, ... like I guess you did.'

"'Um-hmm,' I agreed, pleased that I had, and replied: 'Pity about that; it's never too late to start.' Viv laughed out loud, ... oh, and her nipples stood out, ... like they did last night. I guess you saw them," and Sandy glanced up at me from her hot dog.

"Um-hmm," I agreed with a nod and grin: "... made me wonder what color they were. I was thinking they are more tan than pink, and then later wondering if they might be almost brown, ... I guess after she mentioned going topless in France - kind of doesn't seem to agree with her not showing any initiative."

"Yeah, that really surprised me, too. Anyway, after laughing, she said: 'I guess so, ... after tonight. ... I guess I did, a little, taking his glass from him, ... hm-hmm, and asking him not to wrinkle my blouse. He couldn't have with the glass, so I guess I was sort of inviting him to do something that might have, but I didn't recognize that till now,' and she snorted with a smile.




Sandy Ch. 04



"'Yeah, I liked that, that you did," I said: 'I was feeling a little funny about having encouraged him to hold mine with you there, but it just happened, seemed like the most natural thing to do.' Viv snorted again and agreed: 'Yeah, I guess. It sure turned me on, and then he was rubbing his glass on me, and I knew he could feel that I was aroused. ... Oh, it was fine, certainly not how I expected the evening to end,' and she smiled."

"Sounds like we all had a good time, then," I replied: "... On the way home, I was wondering what happened after I left."

"I bet, but it was good, okay."

"Um-hmm, kind of makes me wonder what could happen next time."

"Oh, I hadn't thought of that! Yeah, what? Starting where we left off? That's what usually happens, ... well, after a date that has gone to second base."

We both chuckled, and then with a glance at each other, snickered slightly at the implication. 

Sandy suggested that we have another hot dog, so we found a stand and then went back towards our building. It occurred to me to continue the topic with the remark that we both had seemed to have hit a home run on our first date, but Sandy had changed the subject. We parted and went back to work.

When I wasn't busy, my thoughts returned to Sandy's story, finding it good - real good - that Vivienne hadn't seemed to be upset by what happened - had even enjoyed it - and been willing to discuss it with Sandy. What would - could - happen if we three got back together? Or would Vivienne avoid that? Sandy was right, "Starting where we left off?" seemed difficult to envisage, but the logical assumption. Was that what Sandy expected - wanted? She had suggested that I include Vivienne, ... and hadn't minded my kissing her, even encouraging me by holding my cock. Hm-hmm! She just couldn't keep her hand off it when she was aroused, and she loved to have her nipples caressed, ... Vivienne, too. What would she be thinking about a "next time?" Oh, I knew what I had - last night!

That evening I had dinner at home, and then played scrabble with my sister in the library. When she wanted to use a four-letter word, snickering softly, I said that she couldn't, that maybe one of our parents would come and check on the progress of the game. And our dad did just that, resting his hand on her shoulder as he looked at the board and asked about the score, and then said that he was pleased that we seemed to be getting on so well together. My sister agreed without looking up at him, smirking at me as she moved her letters. When he left us, she asked in a whisper what I had done the previous evening.

"Just had dinner together. She couldn't," I replied softly. She snorted with a grin and replied:

"I was real lucky," and smirked. Then we finished the game, and she went to bed.

Eventually, I did too, lying there and trying to imagine a scenario of a "next time" with Vivienne and Sandy, but fell asleep with no realistic solution.



Sandy Ch. 05



At work on Friday, it went without saying that we would be going to the bar again, so Sandy and I hardly spoke, tacitly having agreed to downplay our relationship at work. But late in the afternoon, she called and told me that Vivienne had rung to tell her that she had to substitute for someone on a domestic flight, and then asked softly:

"If you want to, I can."

Of course, I wanted to, and her deep throated half chuckle in response, reminded me of the growling sound she had made when we had been making love the previous week and made me massage my balls under my desk as she murmured: "me too," and hung up. I felt a little sorry for Vivienne, having to pass on her date, but a lot better about our passing on another evening at the bar.

On the way out of the building, someone suggested that we would be seeing each other again shortly, but I replied that I had to go home. Then I was on the street, confident that I would find Sandy, either ahead of me or following me. Then I saw her up ahead and caught up with her on the crowded sidewalk.

"Hi, there you are," she greeted me with telling smile and continued:

"Viv was really P-O'd about the change in her plans. Yesterday evening she was full of expectations; what a letdown. I bet she was planning to show a little more initiative."

"Um-hmm, I hope so," I agreed, and mentioned that I had told someone that I had to go home.

"Yeah, I told one of the girls that I had a date, ... and I do," and she took my hand with a grin and then added:

"But she doesn't know how good it will be," and scratched my palm with a fingernail, and chuckled deeply again.

"And maybe doesn't even know how good one can be, if she's a little like Vivienne."

We both snorted with smiles in agreement and walked in silence for a few moments.

"But I do," Sandy remarked and smirked.

"And I do, too," I agreed and scratched her palm, both of us snickering. And then we walked in silence for a while.

"Oh, my boyfriend wrote, ... finally. He said he would write more often."

"Well, I guess he's having a good time. It's hard to find time to write when you're traveling, and a nuisance trying to find stamps. There is so much to see and do."

"Yeah, I guess, ... sort of like in New York," and she squeezed my hand, and I, hers, and then we continued in silence, while I wondered about her mentioning him and whether she had any misgivings about us. But then she squeezed my hand again and said:

"I hope he is having a good time."

I did too, but didn't say anything, just nodded, wondering if she meant like we were - were about to. She snorted and looked over at me and squeezed my hand again, suggesting that she did, or at least that she was satisfied with her side of it.

As we approached her building, she snorted again and murmured:

"I don't want to wait for a shower, unless you do?"

What for?" I agreed with a grin, thinking that if she did have any misgivings, she wasn't going to allow herself any time to dwell on them. She chuckled deeply again, almost in confirmation and said:

"You know what I want to do."

"I'm not sure, ... but if it is what I would like you to do ..."

"Um-hmmm! I hope it is."

Whatever it was, my cock seemed to think it was a good idea, making me wonder if Sandy was also a little aroused. Was her pussy already moist? My question aroused him more as I briefly envisioned it.

Then we were in the building and in the elevator. Sandy snickered, smirking at me as she quickly gathered up her skirt, remarking that she had taken off her panty hose after work as she reached under it and found the hem of her panties and started to pull them down, still smirking at me as they came into sight, and then she was struggling a bit to get them over her shoes. When the elevator stopped, she hid them in her hands for a moment as the door opened, but when we saw that there was no one there, with a snicker she handed them to me and started to find her key. I sniffed at them as she unlocked the door - a little anticipation of how her pussy would taste after a day at work - a little raunchy, but also already aroused. She grinned as she watched me, and then we were in the apartment.

When the door closed, we immediately started to undress, not leaving a trail of items like in some movie, but by the time we were in the bedroom, she had her blouse unbuttoned, and I, my tie off and shirt unbuttoned. While I took off my jacket and shirt together, she slipped out of her blouse and kicked off her shoes and loosened her skirt, stepping out of it before I could take off my trousers, just letting them drop before sitting on the bed to remove my shoes. 

She grinned at me and undid her bra, standing naked while I hurried to remove my socks and trousers and cast them aside. She snorted as I stood up, staring at my underpants as I stripped off my t-shirt, and then dropped to her knees and grasped them, freeing my cock, and then pulling them down with a pleased sounding version of her deep noise as she saw it bobbing free, half erect, sticking straight out at her. She already was fondling my balls before I could step out of my underpants as she said:

"Now you know what I want to do."

"I thought so." 

Her other hand caressed him, making him stand up higher.

"Do they all taste the same?" she asked, suddenly not in such a hurry as before.

"I should know? ... You'll have to find out for yourself."

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm!"

"I never knew anyone - no, only one - who could have told me, but she didn't."

"Hm-hmm," and she massaged and caressed me affectionately, and then snickered again:

"So you were the first one for all the rest, ... like for me?"

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm, and wish I had been for a couple of more."

"I bet, ... ones like Viv?"

"Yeah, sort of. ... Hm-hmm, ... and for her, too."

Sandy glance up at my face with a grin while her fingers stilled, her hand clasped around my balls, and said:

"But now I am going to do it. Sit down."

I did, and she did.

Her tongue seemed to relish exploring my unwashed cock, just as much as I wanted to taste her pussy after the tantalizing smell her panties, but it was her turn first, and feeling so good! 

Suddenly it occurred to me that "cocksucker" was really a complimentary expression when referring to a girl that did; there wasn't anything as intimate and arousing as what she could do, just wanting her man to enjoy it - and especially when she wanted to enjoy it, too, and so much, like Sandy. 

I looked down at the back of her head with a sigh, as her tongue caressed him, and her fingers massaged my balls. Sure, they all could fuck: just let themselves be fucked, or themselves aggressively fuck, like Sandy last week - or Martha ... and my sister - but it wasn't arousing in the same way as having my cock sucked, being able to just relax and enjoy the most intimate and arousing pleasure a man could have.

And her tongue was still just caressing him, as her fingers played with my sack. Oh, she knew how good it was to prolong my pleasure, to prolong her pleasure. She must have learned something about that with her first boyfriend, even if it didn't occur to them to do this. But it was already almost too arousing. Did her little chuckle mean that she had already tasted my silky fluid? Oh, I didn't want to come yet! - like that time with my sister.

I held her head and urged her to release him. She let him slip from between her lips, looking up at me with a smile as she licked them. My cocked twitched, all shiny with her saliva, as I saw a clear drop form, slowly welling out of its little slit. 

"God, you're a good cocksucker, the best. I was just thinking that that is a real compliment."

"Hm-hmm! I hope so, ... but I bet you tell them all that," and she grinned.

"No, ... well, ... maybe I think it, ... just then, but you wouldn't want me to be thinking about another girl, ... just then?"

"I sure wouldn't," she agreed with another grin as she rubbed the skin of my sack between her fingers and then looked down at him and stuck out her tongue and licked up the drop, which had slid down, making him twitch again.

"Hm-hmm," she chuckled again, and then licked his most sensitive place, chuckling in appreciation as it made him move.

"Best cocksucker," she murmured, and then her lips were around him again, as she gathered my balls into her hand, and it was evident that she was trying to be. She held him between her tongue and palate, her tongue just moving, and then moving her head slightly, letting him rub between them, and then with slow strokes taking him slightly deeper with each on, until I could feel that she was taking him as deep as she could. Not as much of him as Martha had been able to - and I admonished myself for the comparison - that didn't matter; it was how it felt on his head as she slowly raised and lowered hers, sucking as he went deeper. And it felt so good as she slowly moved her head - so cocksucking, fucking good!

My hands slipped down from her head, sliding down her breasts and finding her erect nipples.

"Un-hnn," I felt her hum in approval as my fingers caught them, and hers let my balls slip out of their grasp and clutched the skin of my sack and drew at it. God, she knew how to do it good!

"Best fucking cocksucker," I murmured and squeezed and pulled on her stiff nipples.

"Uhnnn," she growled in her throat, as her head continued to move, as though she were nodding slowly in pleased agreement.

"And I want to eat your juicy pussy just as good. Yeah, stretch it real hard; I don't want to come yet." 

And she did, her head still nodding, arousing my cock despite the distraction of her fingernails' digging into the back of my sack in her tight grasp, as I squeezed her breasts.

"I want it to be all wet and aroused when my tongue finds it, ..."

"Uhnnn," she growled again.

"when my tongue slips into your wet, slippery cunt. Oh, I love that, tasting your pussy when you're all aroused. I hope you're dripping when I come in your mouth."

"Uhnnn-hnnn"

"And lick your little asshole, ...Unnn! ... just so you know. ... Uhnnn! ... Uhnnn! ... You're going to make me come, ... Unnn!"

She held my balls, as my hips moved, and with her other hand squeezed him hard as her bobbing head caught the rhythm of my jerking hips. And then with a gasp and grunt I started to come, in long spurts as my hips thrust my cock into her mouth!

"Uhnn, uhnn, uhnn, " she welcomed them, and I could feel her tongue's reflexive move as she swallowed: "uhnn, uhnn, uhnnn!"

I had to hold her head still; she wanted more, more than he could give her, and more than he could stand in his over-sensitive state after coming, but he had to; her tongue was continued to move, swilling my come as though she were tasting wine. 

"Oooh!" I gasped.

Sandy let him slip from her lips and looked up at me, obviously pleased with herself as she smiled and licked her lips again before chuckling once and saying: 

"I just love it, ... to make you come." And then she chuckled again as she let my cock drop and reached down between her thighs. Her hand came back up, her fingers moist, and then she put them in my mouth as she added:

"And I was dripping, ... at least it felt like it."

I sucked and licked her fingers with a nod, tasting the juice from her pussy as she smirked at me.

"I love it, too, that you do, ... and especially how you do, you wonderful cocksucker! And now I'm going to get to eat your pussy, your delicious cunt, ... and lick your asshole before I let you come."

"Oooh! I'll like that, if you want to, on the table, again. I don't want to make Viv's bed up."

We both rose and then kissed, she chuckling as she sucked my tongue into her mouth and let me taste my come, and then we were in the other room and at the table. I lifted her onto it, and she immediately lay back, drawing her legs up and holding her knees with her hands, her thighs spread wide, presenting her moist, half-opened pussy to my gaze, as she snickered slightly as she watched me stare at it - recalling again that they were all so attractive when I was about to eat one of them. As I dropped to my knees, she snickered again and said:

"I washed after my last tampon today, my asshole, too."

I was beyond caring about that, almost eager to be raunchy and taste whatever I found, but agreed with a nod and "um-hmm," and then my wide opened mouth covered her whole pussy, her lips welled out between her spread thighs, and my tongue plunged between them, aware of how wet she was and tasting her - yes, a little taste of urine, but mostly aroused cunt - as my tongue swept up and down, between and around her inner lips and then over her hole, and back, finding fresh moisture at her hole. Good! And my tongue sought more of it in her wet, slippery hole. I didn't want to miss any of it! And then my tongue slipped out and back up between her pouting, engorged lips, and mine brushed her hair as I sucked my open mouth onto her pussy and found her clitoris with my tongue.

"Oooh, yes!" Sandy murmured, and I sucked and licked her firm button, but then I wanted more of her fresh juice, and returned to her hole, stooping a little, and found it, but also found that some had slid down, and tried to get that too. Sandy understood and helped by rocking her hips up, and for a moment I did, but I knew that when she came, I couldn't lick her clitoris and have my mouth over her hole to catch her sweet spurting love juice, like I could if I had my head around the other way, ... oh, or if she were turned the other way.

I licked up through her pussy, raising my head and looking up her stomach, seeing her aroused nipples as she raised her head, looking at me questioningly.

"Can you turn over, lie with your knees drawn up?"

"Why? ... I guess so. Why?"

"I don't want to miss a drop, ... like you, ... have it wasted running down to your asshole while I'm nibbling on you."

"Hm-hm-hmm!" she chuckled with a grin:

"I guess so. I can try, ... just for you."

I stood up and helped her sit up, and then she turned and knelt on the table and leaned forward on her hands, spreading her knees, and then spreading them some more as she dropped to her elbows. As I knelt back down, she relaxed, and they spread a bit more as I looked at her pussy, now just level with my mouth and perfect to eat, and her asshole, too. I stroked lightly the inside of her thighs and murmured:

"This is going to be good."

"I hope so. I feel a little like a frog."

"Not from here, just wonderful pussy," and my mouth covered it.

And it was wonderful - and perfect to eat: wide open to let me delight in exploring all it special places and tasting her arousal, in her wet hole again, now so perfectly accessible to my thrusting tongue, eliciting moans of appreciation from her, and then catching the drops of her moisture that slid down when I removed it. And then it swept up over her hole as I spread the cheeks of her ass, continuing up to her asshole as I pressed my nose in her crevice, and my tongue found it, exploring, finding its center. It tightened for a moment and then relaxed, letting the tip of my tongue find its inner surface.

"Oooh! Oooh, yes!" Sandy murmured, and her hips dropped slightly as she relaxed and her knees slid a bit further apart, and her hole relaxed, letting my tongue press further and then move in her opening as she responded softly: "uhnn, ... uhnn, ... uhnn," as it continued for a few more moments. 

But then it was sliding back down between the lips of her pussy, finding fresh moisture and following it down as I got my hands and arms under her thighs and reached out and found her breasts, her hard nipples in my palms as I held them full in my hands and my mouth was all over her pussy, making her gasp when I found her clitoris, but not staying with it long before checking the source of her moisture again, going back and forth a few times as my fingers slipped down and held just her nipples, squeezing and rolling them. And she wanted that: 

"Uhnnn! Yes! Hurt me!"

And I did, restrainedly, twisting and pulling on them as my mouth concentrated on her clitoris, trying to find a rhythm with my fingers and trying to match that of Sandy's groans and twitching pelvis. Her groans shifted to deep, insistent growls, and her pelvis began to moved incessantly. I forgot my restraint and pinched her nipples as I sucked and nibbled on her clitoris, sucking and pulling aggressively as she growled encouragement, both of us wanting her to come. 

And then she did, her body trembling, as she gave a long groan, and her love juice squirted in my face, and then again! I sucked in her sweet liquid, delighting in its taste and the satisfaction of having given her her orgasm. God, I just loved it! And wanted it to continue, but I knew what was going to happen.

"Fuck me!" she demanded, and I did, rising and plunging my cock into her overflowing cunt.

"Uhnnnn!" she groaned as it went into her, followed by a second surprised "Uhn!" as my hips met hers, thrusting him to the hilt in her tight cunt. I found her breasts again, just clutching them as I pumped my cock into her as fast and deep as I could, hanging onto them to help keep her from being moved by the force of my hips as they pounded against her ass. We were both grunting, pure animal sounds; I was only aware of the sensation of her cunt holding my cock, and more aware of it as it began to clutch it. 

She knew why she wanted to be fucked, knew that she could immediately have a second orgasm. She did, her hot love juice running down on my sack, as I thrust my cock deep in her cunt. Then I also came again. She felt it, responding with nod and pleased, quavering "uhn-hnnn."

I held still, thinking twice was enough, but she didn't. With a grunt, she rocked her hips insistently. So much for trying to think while fucking! I continued on, despite the pain of my over-sensitized cock as her cunt continued to clutch it. And then we came again. I was a little surprised that I did, but very pleased with myself.

Sandy's elbows had slipped to the side and she was clutching the far edge of the table as she finally relaxed with my cock deep in her. Both of us gasped for air for a minute or so.

"Oh, fuck!" Sandy murmured, then adding: 

"That's all I can think to say."

"Um-hmm, we sure did."

She nodded and then turned her head to look at me with one eye, the corner of her mouth rising in a smile as she nodded again. I raised her up with my hands still cupping her breasts. My now slack cock slipped out of her, eliciting a slight snort. Then I slid my hands down to her waist and raised her up so that she get her feet on the floor. She leaned back against me and drew my hands back up to her breasts, snorting again, and then - rocking her legs back and forth - remarked:

"We can't do it like that again, ... I think; it's too strenuous, lying like that and not being able to move my legs. ... But it sure was good. God, your cock was so deep in me! That was wonderful."

I squeezed her breasts, and she squeezed my hands as I agreed:

"It sure was, ... and before that." She snickered and asked:

"Did you get it all?"

"Enough, as much as I could."

"Hm-hmm, I got it all, ... hm-hmm, ... both ways," and she looked around at me with a self-satisfied expression.

"And three times, ... if you didn't notice, but I did, thank you."

"Um-hmm, I just didn't stop, ... hm-hmm, ... to count, ... 'thank you'."

I fondled her breasts without rubbing her nipples, wondering if there was any beer in the apartment, and then asked.

"Oh, yeah, of course, good idea," she replied Both of us chuckled when we saw the wet spot on the table.

"You come real good. I just love it," I remarked as we went to the kitchen.

"Um-hmm, and you do too, and I do too. I guess you really like to do it; it must be good."




Sandy Ch. 05



August was August. By that I mean everyone was busy; the kids were trying to get in the last of summer with their friends, Karen was preparing for fall classes, and Sandy and I returned to work.

We moved Sandy in within a week, after having a king sized bed delivered.

Now, you need to understand two things: first; while it's a four bedroom house; the kids have one each, obviously Karen and I have another, but the fourth bedroom has become Karen's office. Second; after twenty years, I've gotten used to having minimal closet space. I kicked some space among the boxes in the closet in Karen's office, and left the main closet to the women.

The sacrifices I make!

It took me all of one day to know there had to be some physical changes to the house. Quite simply the bathroom and the bedroom were too small. I called a building contractor friend, explaining I needed to expand. He couldn't understand why, until the day he came over. Yeah, Karen and Sandy had a lot to say about the new arrangements; I got to nod my head a lot.

*****

We didn't try to hide anything from the kids (not that we could anyway). Funny thing, they really didn't have many questions or concerns. Maybe because they watched the whole thing happen. Katie thought having Sandy near was great; they talked often. MJ may have had a bit of a crush on Sandy, and who could blame him? They took all the household changes in stride, even laughing at three adults trying to share one smallish bathroom.

Getting used to differing schedules took some time; Sandy was off Tuesday and Wednesday, I was on rotating shifts, and when Karen returned to school she was working some days and some evenings.

Once the kids returned to school in September, the house actually settled down a little more. Until we started construction, that is. Then all of us were sharing the kids' bathroom, and we three were sleeping in the den.

Jerry Kinkaid and his crew ripped the front off the house and built a six foot extension over the front porch. The closets went to the back of the room and doubled in size (I'd be lucky to get twenty percent of that), and we had more walking around space. The bathroom was doubled in size, and a shower large enough for the three of us went in.

It was mid October by the time everything was completed, and we made sure to break it in properly: On the first Tuesday available; the kids went to school, Sandy and I had the day off, and Karen didn't have classes. We relaxed over breakfast, just savoring the time together; eventually we ambled upstairs to our wonderful new shower, admiring the tile work, the multiple shower heads, even the recessed lights.

With the water temp set just right; the three of us stepped in, luxuriating in the water flowing over us. In minutes I had to reach out and caress my partners. With large amounts of body wash in my hands I began with Karen; smoothing over her soft skin, seeking every inch. Sandy joined my efforts; our hands crossing each other, rubbing sides, thighs, breasts. Very soon Karen was moaning, writhing under our efforts. My hands sought her mons; slipping into her slit, a finger delving deeper.

All the attention brought her to a quiet climax; clamping legs together she begged us to stop before she melted. She leaned against me, calming her breathing. Sandy encompassed her, lightly running fingers down her back.

Karen and I turned to Sandy. Again, hands wandered everywhere; soaping, caressing, rinsing. This time it was Karen's fingers that sought out Sandy's pussy and she jumped in reaction, then pressed against the invading hand. I wasn't idle; pressing in against Sandy's back, rubbing my cock between her cheeks. She looked back at me; " Mmm, that's an interesting feeling. Don't stop now."

Even as I pressed against her my hands sought her nipples; pinching and twisting lightly, and when she gasped I rubbed my palms against them. Suddenly she squeaked, clamped her legs, and began sliding to the floor. I held her and Karen leaned in against her, nibbling her ear. We stood like that until Sandy recovered. "Whew. You guys really play serious, don't you?"

They turned toward me but I stepped out, "Oh no. I'm saving myself for the next stage; if I let you two at me in here, I'll be done for."

Quickly drying, I jumped into bed; A king sized bed; all mine! Ahh, the luxury. Sure we'd been sleeping in it for weeks, and yeah, I'd had other moments alone in bed, but in a few minutes they were joining me in a tangle of arms and legs. I was gathering my strength.

I laid there, taking in the direction my life had taken, all the time hearing them laughing as they toweled off and then dried their hair. When they did come in, they had dried and fluffed their hair, applied a light touch of makeup, and I could smell a whiff of body powder. They looked lovely. And I hardened. Can you blame me?

They separated, coming at me from both sides of the bed. Hands ran over me; arms, chest, belly, legs. Everywhere except my cock. They stroked, petted, caressed. Hard as I was when they walked in the room, they had me aching. Soon they dipped to my cock, taking turns licking each inch, kissing the tip, swirling tongues across my balls. I arched towards each mouth, wanting more, literally begging them for relief.

Just as I thought I would come ... they stopped. Both sat back on their heels, smiling. "Today," said Karen; "We're going to test your stamina. How long can you go ... before you come?"

Before I could answer; Sandy swung a leg over my hips, grasped my member, and slid down on it. She sat on my lap, clenching muscles while smiling at me. "Hi honey. How many times can I do this? Or maybe ..." And she lifted off. Karen instantly took her place. Slowly she posted on me; slipping up and down, clenching on each upstroke.

How long could I last? Damned if I knew, but I was determined to try. My hands went to Karen's hips - guiding her. I forced myself to stillness, letting her make all the movements while I focused on lasting. Just as I neared losing control, she lifted off; smiling down she whispered; "That's two ..."

She moved up, kissing my lips even as I felt Sandy encompassing my cock; her tongue tickling as she swallowed me. "Oh man," I thought, "I'll never last if they keep this up."

Again they traded places; Karen dropping to lick my cock; treating it as a hot Popsicle. It didn't take long and I was straining against her lips. I swear I've never wanted to come soo much in my life, and then a calmness came over me; holding Karen's face over my cock, I directed her attentions right where I wanted them. Once I had her rhythm going, I pulled Sandy's pussy lips to my mouth. Now it was my turn, I sucked those sweet lips in, almost as hard as I could. As she pressed down, I shifted up; going after her clit with everything I could think of.

It only took a couple minutes, when Sandy clamped hard against my face, and then slowly tipped off to the side. Now I pulled Karen up, leading her onto my chest. She opened her legs, and with one hand fed me into her depths. Sitting up; with her hands clenching into my skin, she lifted, then fell, lifted and fell, faster and faster, my hands on her hips. With a loud keening moan she came; her hair matted and falling over her face, panting, sucking air, trembling.

I'd never seen her come so hard. Ever.

Now she tipped off to my other side and snuggled against me.

All this makes me sound like Superman, far from it. I've never come close to that performance before or since. As it was; even though I hadn't come, I was pooped!

Eventually I went into the bath and washed my face, trying to revive. A few minutes of that and I felt better. Back in the bedroom, my lovely partners had restarted without me; one on the other; faces to pussies, legs clasping heads, hands pulling butts.

I lost track after that. I know I came in both, and had pussy in my face several times, but I don't know who did what to whom for the rest of the day.

When the kids got home they found three very tired, very mellow adults, but as kids all they really cared about was their day at school, so of course we heard about their days events. Eventually Katie asked how our day was. "Oh, you know; same old thing." was Karen's answer.

*****

In November the Power Distribution Manager announced his retirement at the end of the year. That meant his Deputy would move up, and I would move up to Deputy. That would mean no more rotating shifts, but even more responsibility. All I had to do was pass a 'best of three' interview with a team designated by the Superintendent.

I made it! Beginning January First I'd be Deputy Power Manager. Sure, I had more meetings and the reports? God I hate doing reports! But, sometimes you just have to grin and bear it. The other side of the deal was better hours, more money, and a company car. Oh, and my pension in a dozen years or so would look pretty good too.

*****

We watched Sandy go through a metamorphous that fall and winter; the longer she lived (and loved) with us, the more self-confidant she became. She let her hair grow out to a fine mane draping to her shoulders. The sweaters were gone too; now she dressed in silk blouses that clung to her, and slacks that softly outlined her legs and butt. Watching her walk was fun!

*****

In early spring Mrs. Samuelson and Sandy had a long talk which resulted in Sandy being told that she should probably find other work, sleep as she was surely being underemployed where she was now. Grace emphasized that she wasn't firing Sandy as much is urging her to move up into other work that was more suited to her abilities and that she would really miss her tremendously. Sandy decided to put her college degree to work for her and found a spot with a large financial resources company as an executive assistant with a middle management executive in customer accounts. Things were going really well until early summer when we noticed a change slowly happen; she started being invited to parties, barbecues, and after dinner functions involving other company employees.

*****

At first Karen and I were very pleased for her and where she was going with her career, but she slowly withdrew from us. Within three months with no explanation she decided to move out. All of us were heartbroken, the kids couldn't understand why she was leaving, and we certainly couldn't either. And when we asked her what was going on she got very defensive and refused to talk to us. Karen and I discussed it many times over the following weeks, thinking maybe it was something we had done, trying to find some clue as to what had gone wrong between the three of us. Slowly, we returned to our old routines but there was something missing and both of us felt it. Karen reached out to her several times trying to contact her by phone; the first couple times Sandy would talk to her for a few minutes, and then make excuses about having to go, but soon she wasn't even answering Karen's calls. I tried calling her several times but always her phone just went to voicemail, and she never returned my calls.

To say the kids were devastated would be putting it mildly. Surprisingly, I guess, MJ seemed to take it even harder than Katie; actively blaming us. Even mys were sorry she was gone; they had virtually adopted her as another daughter. My mom, cheerful person that she is (not), just shrugged her shoulders and mumbled something along the lines of; "Knew it wouldn't last."

*****

Early in November Sandy called us asking if she could come and talk. By this point I had essentially removed her from my life and my thinking and I wasn't sure if I wanted to see her again. Karen on the other hand, was anxious to see Sandy; she still wanted answers as to why and what happened. We agreed to see her in a small local restaurant early one evening. When she arrived we were shocked by her appearance; the sophisticated young lady that had left us a few months before was replaced by a hard looking, overly made-up woman. Her clothing may have been quite expensive but there were lines around her eyes, and she seemed to have a nervousness about her. When she sat down she was fiddling with the purse in her lap, and would not look us directly in the eye.

We ordered coffee and small desserts and in small steps Sandy told us her story. The executive she had gone to work with, a married man, had started out by flattering her work, then her figure, and then finally asking her out for after dinner drinks "Just to be friendly". At first she thought he was just harmlessly flirting, but as the pressure intensified, she gave in; thinking her job was on the line.

That was when we began to notice the changes in her. Soon he was inviting her to parties, company functions, and then afternoon "meetings" at a local motel. "I really wasn't trying to do anything," she said; "and I was flattered he thought I was that beautiful and that competent. But the more he flattered me and the more he drew me in, the more I started to feel ashamed, and the more I didn't want to be around you guys. It wasn't because I didn't love you guys, I still do, oh God, I still do. But I don't know what to do at this point."

Karen reached out to her; "Honey, what you want to do? What you want us to do, why did you call us?"

"I'm not sure why I called you today, I don't think you can take me back, not after what I've done, but I had to explain what happened, because of the way I had left. I thought he was offering me something... Special... But all he really wanted was a plaything for a little while and when he'd finished with me ... he passed me off to a couple of his friends. So now I've just become somebody else's toy, and all the specialness, the true specialness that we had between us is gone ... and ... I don't know how to replace it."

I studied her for a few minutes; actually I'd been studying her the whole time she talked and I realized under the makeup were several faded bruises. The old phrase "rode hard and put away wet" came to my mind. My lovely Sandy had been badly used. Trying to not be a confrontational I asked her; "Honey ... what's been happening to you, how have you been treated?"

Her eyes flickered up at me for a moment then back down looking at her hands fiddling with her purse. Again her eyes flickered up, held my face, "After he got tired of me , He started passing me around, I never knew anybody could go through so much so quickly, some of the men did not treat me very well, they seem to think they could do whatever they wanted with me... and they did."

Again her eyes dropped back down to her purse. I heard Karen gasp and she reached out and clasped Sandy's hands; "Honey you've got to come home with us; it's the only way you're going to get well."

Karen looked over at me; "Mark, you know I'm right... She belongs with us and we have to take care of her, she was once part of us... She still is, really."

I sat back looking at the two women, I loved them both; I still do, no doubt about it. But at that moment... I just didn't know if I wanted the heartbreak of Sandy coming in, getting swept up by someone else, and leaving again. "I just don't know...do I want to take a chance again? Sandy, you're leaving hurt us, hurt me very much, and I don't want, I don't know, if I can go through that again. We poured our heart and soul into you, and seemingly without even thinking about us, you took off on your little adventure, not even telling us what was going on. And the thing is you could have talked to us. That was our trust you broke. And I think it'll be a long time before I would fully trust you again." Yeah, I know that makes me sound small but that's really where I was at the time, this wasn't the same woman I loved, and maybe I was being harshly critical, but I really did have doubts about her coming back.

Sandy started to rise from the table, but I put my hand out stopping her." No don't go. Yes, I still love you, and we'll help you, but I'm going to ask somethings hard of you... I want you to go to the doctor and have a thorough examination, including social diseases. When you came to us originally, none of us and slept with anybody else in a long time; but now you've slept with I don't know how many different men, who may have had I don't know what kind of diseases, and for our own mutual protection ... I'm asking, I'm really asking that you find out ... If you been exposed to anything."

"Secondly, what this man has done is so blatantly illegal; I'd like you to consider what can be done ..."

"I don't want to go public, I'm too ashamed already ... and my parents, I don't even want to think what they would say ..."

"Alright, we can put that aside for now. Where are you living now? And do you want to move back in with us? Do you want to come home?"

That's when the dam burst. She broke into choking sobs that literally had her slender body spasming. "Home? You still want me?" The sobs went on for several more minutes. A few of the other customers looked over at us, but I didn't care about them. The waiter hustled over, but when I assured him Sandy would be fine he backed off, but I noticed he kept a sharper eye on our table.

Eventually we led her out, and I pressed a twenty into the waiter's hand. He cheered up at that.

******

The reception at home was mixed, to say the least. Katie ran into Sandy's arms the moment she saw her. MJ however, was totally different. He'd finally realized Sandy had left us; we hadn't pushed her out. His greeting was basically; "Oh hi. Are you staying long?"

Yeah, that stunned her. But what exactly did Sandy expect: roses?

Karen tried to smooth it over, but Sandy pulled her slumped shoulders back; "No. I deserved that. And he's right; I hurt all of you by my actions."

MJ just turned and walked stiffly out of the room, a moment later I heard his door slam. That was the first time he had ever slammed his door. I gave him half an hour, then knocked, without waiting I went in; he was sitting in front of his computer, earbuds in, hands still. When I turned him toward me tears were streaking his cheeks. "Dad? Why is she here? Things were better. We don't need her anymore!"

Normally you don't hug thirteen year old boys; they think it's weird. But that night I held my son. "Mark, she made some mistakes, and paid a heavy price for them. Now we're going to help her get her life straightened out."

"Has she been doing drugs? She doesn't look too good. They showed us pictures at school and she looks a little bit like some of those pictures,"

"Hmm, I hadn't thought about that. I'll have to find out. Would that be a deal breaker? If she's been doing drugs, do you think we should turn her away?"

"Dad! That's Sandy! You can't just not help ... I mean, um, at school they told us that druggies need help."

"Okay, I'll keep that in mind. In the meantime, do you think she deserves a little better welcome?"

*****

Karen went to the doctor with Sandy. At my suggestion, Karen quietly asked that any marks or bruises be documented. Sandy also went through all the tests, sexual and drug that the doctor prescribed.

It was like we all held our breaths until all the results came back. They asked me to sit in when the doctor set up another visit. She was a bit taken aback when I came into her office with Sandy and Karen but simply nodded at my presence. "Well Miss Gullicson, I have both good and bad news: the good is there is no sign of drugs in your system. The bad is that you have two strains of STDs. Fortunately both can be treated with anti-biotics."

"Are you sure you want me to continue with everyone in the room?"

"Doctor, Mark and Karen took me back in after I betrayed their love and trust. There isn't anyone I would rather have with me now. They would be told everything anyway; I'd rather they hear it straight from you."




Sandy Ch. 05



"Very well. You have Chlamydia and Gonorrhea. There is no easy way to say this; your sexual activity has come at a cost. I can't tell how long you've had either, but we need to get you on anti-biotics right away. There are a few other things that go along with this: first; no sexual contact of any kind until you are cleared ..."

"Can I at least kiss?"

"Yes, but ... that's about it. No sex means no oral, or vaginal, and these days I have to say no anal either. Second; your friends here should be screened also if they have ever had sex with you."

"And finally, and this is usually the hardest part; there are forms from the health department you must fill out, documenting all your past sex partners. All of them will have to be notified and tested."

When the doctored said there was bad news, Sandy clasped our hands. And when she heard Gonorrhea ... well, she really clamped down. On her other side I heard Karen's mumbled; "Oh no..." Of course we took the blood work, and the results came back negative. The meeting went on for another fifteen minutes or so, with us getting brochures on STDs and Sandy getting the forms.

As we left, the doctor shook our hands and then said to Sandy; "Miss Gullicson, you're very fortunate to have such supportive friends. Cherish them. Perhaps I ..., never mind. Good luck, and I'll let you know about your follow up results."

*****

One thing Sandy did right away was sit down with the Human Resources Manager, Who happened to be a woman. Again Karen went along as moral support. I didn't hear too much about the meeting other than a lot of notes were taken.

The main instigator (Sandy's former boss) found himself transferred to Omaha. I don't know what happened to the others.

*****

A month later I came home from work to find Sandy sitting alone in the kitchen.

"Mark, will you hold me?"

"Sure, any time, anywhere. What's up?"

She snuggled in against my chest, her arms around my back; mine encircling her.

"I was really stupid to ever let myself be led away from this. I'm really sorry for all the pain I brought on everybody."

I started to respond, but she put fingers to my lips. "No, let me ..."

"I've had to do a lot of thinking these last five-six weeks. When I fell in love with you guys, I was an insecure wall flower; and you brought me out of that. You know ... having two people love you at the same time is a powerful thing, but if I don't grow with that power ... no, if I don't mature, with it, then I 'm leaving myself open to being used. Just like I did."

"I had a long talk with the kids today, when they came in from school. You've got a couple pretty smart ones there. In some ways it was harder apologizing to them than to you and Karen."

"Anyway, I told them what I'd been through; I didn't lie to them, or try to make myself look good. I think they'd have seen through it anyway. Oh, I didn't go into all the details ... but I admitted I'd gotten the diseases, and everything I've had to go through."

"When I was all through ... they just looked at me for the longest time ... then Katie asked me, and these are her exact words; 'are you going to cheat on us again?'."

"You know how bad I've been feeling? Well, I found a new low. But I promised I'd never cheat again. And I mean it. I won't cheat on You, or Karen, and especially not on them either."

I held her for the longest time, a hand just smoothing her hair. Karen came in and saw us, but before she could say anything I gave her a small head shake. She nodded, and went upstairs.

I bent, placing a light kiss on her lips. "It'll be okay. You're home; safe and wiser."

"I decided something else while I waited for you." She said. "I'm going to call some wives and warn them about the diseases. I still have my day planner with all their names and numbers. Those women didn't do anything to me, and I think they deserve knowing. And if it means those bastards have more trouble, well, they have it coming."

*****

When we went to bed that night, it was with a bit of tension. Sure, we'd all been sleeping in the same bed since Sandy's return, but tonight we had the sexual green light from the doctor.

I swear it was like another honeymoon for us; everyone took extra time in the shower. I made sure to double shave. Both women spent more time on hair and makeup.

Karen led Sandy into the bedroom by her hand, at the bed she removed the peignoir; presenting our lover to me. It was like seeing her new again. I took her hand and pulled her to me. She licked her lips, and I swear there was a touch of tears in her eyes. I'm sure there were a few in my eyes also. She knelt, and then bent to kiss me on my lips. That softness I so loved was back! Did I return that kiss? You're damn right I did!

For the next several minutes we stoked our passions, and when I rolled her to her back Karen joined in. Even as I kept up the barrage on her lips, her pussy was welcoming Karen's attention. Karen wasted no time; her target was Sandy's clit, and she went straight to it. It seemed like only seconds later that she arched up against the busy lips and tongue driving into her center. She moaned into my mouth; grinding lips against lips. We were both gasping when we broke apart. Looking down, I saw Karen's head trapped between tightly clamped thighs; and when they did part, she too was gasping for breath!

Karen crawled up, allowing us to lick the pussy juices from her face. Delicious! Then she took over kissing as I slid between Sandy's legs. When she felt me penetrating her she arched up; welcoming me into her depths. Her legs circled my waist; heels pressing against my butt and urging me in further. Holding still for several moments, I relished the silken glove holding me, and then, ever so slowly, I began that grand dance we all love. Every time I pulled back, her heels pressed me back in. Soon I was driving in, harder and harder; responding to my lover's urgings, both seeking climax, both encouraging the other, both finally finding it.

Sandy barely regained her senses when Karen rolled onto her. In only moments they were locked together; lips to lips, hands to breasts, and then fingers to pussies. They went from passionate gropping to slow, gentle lovemaking, and then back to wild, thrashing climaxes. When they did surface, it was with big smiles and shining eyes. We cuddled Sandy in the middle of the bed and drifted off to sleep.

*****

After that we settled into a 'normal' life, if you can call a triad normal. Sandy received a settlement from the company and letters of apology from the President and the CEO. She applied for, and was hired as an assistant instructor at the community college. She loves the interaction with faculty and students.

Most of our friends and neighbors have been quite accepting of our arrangement; even Sandy's family. They have seen how happy she is with us, and her mother commented on the more positive shift in Sandy's mood. Oh yes, a few of our 'friends' objected; mostly on religious grounds, and the one that actively voiced her thoughts had Karen going off on her. Karen pointed out, and I quote; "I haven't made one attempt to push our beliefs on any one, you in particular. How dare you try to shove your shit onto us! We're happy, do you begrudge us that? If you do, you're no friend of mine."

We haven't heard from her since. Her husband, however, tips his hat when he sees me.

My mom once took Karen aside; asking how the kids felt about Sandy living with us. She filled me in later: "Your mom was concerned about the kids. I guess she thought we might be rolling around in sexual orgies in front of them. Mark, I love your mother, and usually we can talk about anything, but when she tried to ask me about that; she was dancing so hard to ask the question, without asking it, that it took several tries. She finally gave up and asked me straight out. I tried really hard not to laugh; but a little did leak out. I assured her we were quite circumspect; but when I told her we didn't even kiss in front of the kids, well, she laughingly called me a liar."

Now, we're not nudists, but the kids have been used to their parents running around in very little since they were babies. We don't have problems with our bodies, and they're used to seeing us lovingly caress each other; we always have. We just added Sandy to the love. Katie and Mark Jr. seem to be as comfortable as teens can be with their bodies, and both enjoy a large group of friends.

Katie is fourteen now, and she'll be as beautiful as her mother. Yeah, the boys are hanging around, but with two women in the house she has a lot of guidance. I've put a couple of guys in their place too.

MJ turned sixteen in November, and is now driving the Austin America he rebuilt over the last two years. (I'll get my garage back, I hope) His girlfriend is a lovely young woman; Cheryl has become a good friend of Sandy and Karen and often asks them for advice.

I don't pretend to know the future; no one does. I can only tell you that I love my two wives and that if I possibly can, I'll love them a very long time. I count myself as having two mothers - in - law; both very loving women who stand firmly behind us. Their husbands are just fine with our family just as long as; "You treat my daughter fairly!" No problem there.

In January I'm moving up to Power Distribution Manager. More meetings, more reports, and now more business traveling. That's okay; in a few years I've got kids going to college so the substantial raise will be a big help.

My garage will be seeing a chrome bumper MG-B soon. I found it online and only a hundred and fifty miles away. I drove over to see it last week, and after a long look put a deposit down. My brother and I will go get it next weekend.

One other thing: one of our other ex-friends had tried to imply that Karen and I had gone for Sandy to save our failing marriage. Yeah, right. If there were systemic problems in our marriage taking, on another personality, with all the complexities involved in any relationship, would have broken us up. The fact Karen and I had a strong love held us together, especially when Sandy lost her way. And it was our strong love that healed her when she came back to us.

***********



Sandy Ch. 05



"It is. ... Curious?"

Sandy turned her head to look at me for a moment while she was closing the refrigerator door, and then turned and handed me a beer, a slight smile passing over her lips as we opened our cans.

"Yeah, ... hm-hmm, ... I guess, a little. Who wouldn't be? Aren't you?"

"Um-hmm, 'a little'," I admitted, and then we drank.

Back in the living room, I suggested that we needed a towel to sit on, but Sandy suggested that we open her sofa-bed, so we did, settling down together and having another drink.

"Oh, I forgot," Sandy remarked: "Yesterday morning, Viv suddenly asked me what I thought happened with those two girls, ... the ones you were with."

"I wonder what she was thinking about in the night," I replied, wondering myself how much I should tell, and if Vivienne's interest had any bearing on a possible "next time," and then thinking that if I told, Sandy's reaction could be indicative of how she thought about it. In the meantime, she had replied:

"I was too, ... something."

"What do you think?"

"What she was thinking? ... Oh, what happened?"

I nodded slightly and had a sip, waiting for her to reply.

"Oh ...? Something, anyway. ... Yeah, of course. We ended up kissing - you, Viv and I - with me holding your cock. Well, ... I guess one of them wouldn't have done that, but ... oh! ... if those other girls did it with one guy .... Do you think they were the same ones?! Well, it could happen. What did?"

She took a drink and looked at me questioningly, and I took another drink.

"We did."

"Really?! Both of them?" 

She snickered for a moment and picked up my cock by the loose skin, as she had done the week before, shaking him, and added:

"With him?"

"Um-hmm."

"Oh, that must have been funny, ... strange, ... I mean, ... you know, ... I can't imagine one of them just waiting while you did it to the other one, ... hm-hmm, maybe even watching."

"It was real dark."

"Yeah, that would help, but still ..."

"Oh, it worked out. You don't want all the details."

"Yes, I do."

"Well, we were sitting there, just like we were, and entirely inadvertently I felt my beer can touch one of their breasts ..."

"Oh, just like with Viv."

Yeah, but purely unintentionally, but she didn't mind, and the other one didn't, when I touched her throat, and well, then that just developed. Then the second one - she was wearing a bra - had to go to the bathroom, and the other one wanted to kiss. By then it was dark, and when the other one returned, the first one offered to get us a beer and left us alone. She wasn't sure she wanted to start where the first one had left off, but then she did, and I discovered that she had removed her bra in the bathroom, so she really had been wanting more."

"I bet. Go on."

"So we did, when the other returned with the beers, all three of us, their not complaining when I went a little further, until one of them suggested we go somewhere else. So we did, in the dark, just keeping on our underpants - they only had long shirts over theirs ..."

"Sure sounds like they wanted it, had planned to make it easy."

"I don't think so. They were going to get dressed to go to the party after we ate."

"But you never did, obviously. I think they planned it. ... Oh, well, I guess not really; they couldn't have planned to share you."

"I doubt it, too, but they did."

I finished my beer, and Sandy, hers, and I got up to get us fresh ones. And then we both decided to go to the bathroom, Sandy snickering when I used the washbasin, and then we were back on the bed with our beers, drinking before Sandy returned to my story:

"And then what happened? All three of you in bed in the dark?"

"Um-hmm, and, of course, by then it was obvious that they wanted me to get past second base ..."

"And they wanted to, too, with you just in your underpants, and all dark so that no one could see what the other was doing."

"Yeah, sort of, and they were liking what I was doing in theirs, and I was too; he slipped out of my boxer shorts ..."

"Oh, that made it easy."

"Yeah, well, they found him. That was nice, knowing - well, at least thinking - for the first time. I think so, but you know they didn't have much trouble figuring out what to do."

"I sure do! Yeah, and that was nice for them. And then?"

"Well, I still wasn't sure how far they wanted to go, but you know what I wanted to do, and suggested it discreetly, which really surprised the one with the bra: "Kiss me there?!" But the other one's older sister had told her a lot, and told her friend that she could go first ..."

"So you did ..., while the other was there?"

"Um-hmm, and she loved it."

"I bet! And the other one?"

"Then I went to the bathroom, and I guess they had discussed what would happen. When I returned, seeing them naked for the first time from the light from the hall, then the first one said she had to go, and left us."

"And then you really did it with the other one?"

"Um-hmm," I agreed, and we both drank.

"And the other one? Where was she?"

She went to another room, and then the second one got her and they got the last beers and came back ..."

"And then you did it with her?"

"Yeah, sort of like that."

"With him," Sandy said again and picked him up with a snicker, asking:

"From one, right in the other?"

"Oh, I had rubbers. Yeah, the one with the sister had felt them in my shirt pocket, and knew what Trojans were when she asked what the packet was."

"Yeah, I guess that certainly gave them an idea, if they didn't have it before."

"You're right; she put them in my hand before she took my shirt off. She certainly was thinking about the possibility - and suggesting it. I hadn't thought of that before."

"I know she was, knowing what her sister must have told her, and knowing you were prepared, that you had enough experience."

"Oh, they had sort of figured that out before, seeing me with the older stewardess on the beach."

"Oh, right from one bed to the next?"

"Yeah, it just happened."

"And then? I guess you just went home. Did you ever see them again."

"Um-hmm. They invited me to their school play, but we had it all arranged for them to skip dinner and the play - joining the crowd at the end ..."

"And then you did it all over again? Where"

"Oh, better, in a motel room."

"How better?"

"Being able to see them ..."

"And they you. ... And this time all three of you together? One watching?"

"Oh, talk about being curious! In the meantime they had discovered that they liked what I like."

"Oh my gosh! Really?! Doing it to each other?! And they had told you?! And ..., and they did it with you there?!!"

"I said 'better.' Yeah, I don't think there was anyone just watching - not for long, anyway."

Sandy snorted with raised eyebrows, and drank, and I drank, and after a pause, she said:

"I've got to think about this. ... I guess there are all sort of things you could do. ... Of course, the book. Yeah, ... And they had told you?"

"We had been writing, each of them separately, and stuff their mothers wouldn't want to see, and then I got a letter from them together, alternating sentences, that they had agreed to tell me. By then, they were real open about doing it to themselves, both thinking about me ..."

"Who else?"

"And then one evening they were naked and one told the other that I would like to see her that way, and the other replied: "not just see her," the other one, too, and then telling each other what they thought I would like to do, and, well, ... pretty soon they were."

"Oh, gosh! ... Yeah, ... I can imagine that. ... Yeah, after having both been with you, and knowing what you had done ... with both of them. ... I guess it could happen. ... Yeah, they say that there are girls at Sarah Lawrence who do. ... Oh, that must have been something - all three of you."

I nodded and drank, as Sandy snickered with snort and then drank, herself, while I wondered what she was thinking. When she didn't say anything, I remarked:

"They said it was almost better than with me, knowing exactly what it was feeling like for each other."

"Oh! ... I suppose so," and Sandy snorted again.

"One said that sometimes it was almost as though she were doing it to herself."

Sandy's snicker was almost a giggle, as it occurred to me that Martha or my sister had said that, and I felt myself begin to blush, taking a drink to hide it, as she snickered again and said:

"You make it sound almost too good," and she drank, as I glanced down and saw that her nipple were standing out, and added:

"They say it's the best of both worlds."

"Yeah, ... well, I guess. ... It must be, if you want to try it."

We both drank again, and Sandy reached down and fondled me, as though to change the subject as we sat in silence for a few moments, and then both drank deeply, finishing our beers. I took our cans and set them on the floor. Sandy sat up and shifted herself so that she could lie with her head in my lap, turning her face down and lifting my soft cock to her mouth, taking it in and gently exploring with her tongue as her fingers cupped my loose sack.

After a few moments, she let him slip out, still soft, and asked:

"Do we all taste the same?"

"I tried to tell, once, but the experiment was inconclusive; they both tasted so good; difficult to be objective."

"Hm-hmm, I can imagine, ... hm-hmm, but enough alike that you couldn't tell."

"Um-hmm. ... Still curious?"

"Hm-hmm! ... Yeah, ... maybe, 'a little'." Then she took him back in her mouth, just holding most of him in it, gently nursing on him like my Diotima had done, as I recalled that I had come three times already. My hand found her breast, also just holding it, and for a minute or two, we relaxed, both of us breathing slowly, while I considered how lucky I was to have found Sandy - and she, me, too - both of us so willing to enjoy a relationship based almost purely on sex. And she was so good at it, immediately wanting to do anything, and curious to try. How curious was she about doing it with another girl? Probably like all the others I knew, if the situation was right ... 

With Vivienne? She had asked about me with Pam and Sukie. Maybe she was just hampered by her Catholic school upbringing - she had admitted to Sandy that she had wanted me to hold her breast. Maybe a little like Pam had been at first, but then not wanting to be left out, and then being as eager as Sukie. What was Sandy thinking about - if she hadn't fallen asleep with my cock in her mouth? I relaxed, stirring slightly. 

"Un-hnn," Sandy seemed response, so softly that I more felt the vibration on my cock than actually heard her. Her fingers massaged my balls, and then she gently sucked on my soft cock, turning her mouth down closer and sucking as much of him into her mouth as she could, and then released him a little with a more pronounced "uhnnnn." Her tongue began to explore, tracing in his groove as she sucked again. I squeezed her breast, and she hummed again in response. 

As she continued, he started to respond to the sensation of her tongue's moving, and then she didn't have to suck to have him deeper in her mouth, as he became engorged and longer, and she hummed again and started to move her head slightly, and he stiffened and grew, as I massaged her breast in return, wondering if she wanted to make me come this way again. She continued, as though she did, massaging my balls and making him twitch, but my sack was still soft I could feel from the way her fingers were playing with it. If she wanted to, I certainly had no objection, and for a few moments, it seemed like she did, but then she drew her head up a little and licked over his little hole, and then let him slip from between her lips as she rolled her shoulder back and turned to look up at me with a smile.

"I wanted that, to taste you a little."

"Felt good."

"I wish I knew how."

"Like I do, how it feels for you."

"Um-hmm."

We were silent for a moment, and I slid my hand to her other breast and held it.

Sandy hummed thoughtfully and then after a moment said:

"Yeah, if it happened like that, ... - oh, those two girls, you know - I guess it could happen to anyone. ... Do you think I am funny ... for thinking that?"

"Hm-umm. They certainly weren't, ... if you mean 'funny' like that.

"Um-hmm."

"And you certainly aren't, either. I think they were just lucky. ... Curious?"

"It would just have to happen. ... But I can't see how it could. Hm-hmm. ... Can you?"

"Not really. Like with them, you ... they would both have to think it was good, and know that the other did, ... think it must be good, also to do, and then be in a situation like they were - with nothing on."

"Hmm! Um-hmm, you couldn't just be sitting around and suggest: 'Let's try it.'"

"Hm-hmm, I doubt it. I guess I helped make it easier for them. ... Oh, I guess if one of them had already done it, and the other knew and was very curious, she could suggest it. But that seems even more unlikely."

"Yeah. ... Oh, maybe if they had been reading the book, that could trigger their curiosity. It did mine," and she smiled up at me:

"... before Wednesday evening, and your story, certainly did. I mean, if I like everything we do, and you like it so much, ... why shouldn't I? They did."

"I'm sure you would. ... I hope you can."

"Me too. ... Oh gosh! I didn't think I'd just come out and say that, ... but I guess it's true."

Sandy looked a little surprised at herself, but then smiled and held my hand on her breast as I smiled and nodded in agreement, pleased with her logic and openness, and also with the way the conversation had gone, wondering a little at my delight in knowing girls that did it, and then remembering that they had all been the best lovers, though not necessarily because they had already done it. The ones who were willing to were just naturally the ones that were good.

"What are you thinking? That I am maybe funny?"

"Not at all; that the girls who do it are the best lovers. No, that the ones who are willing to, even if they haven't, are the best lovers - like you."

"Really? I guess so, more adventurous and curious - like me," and she smiled again, and then her eyes opened wide:

"Oh! Do you know more?"

"A couple, that stewardess and a girl I tutored in math a couple of years ago. I was really lucky to meet the stewardess; she taught me a lot. If it hadn't been for her, those girls and I would have missed something good."

"You really would have, just going to the party."

"Um-hmm."

"And the other one?"

"She did it with a girlfriend - of course. I don't know how it started."

"But she was good?"

"Hm-hmm! Real wickedly good; we joked about that. Her first experience had been real good, at Harvard Summer School."

"And you had to tutor her in math?"

"She was sixteen, when she went there."

"Oh, that's a good age for it to happen; she was lucky."

"Yeah, that's what I always think; girls should learn about it before someone tells them what all they shouldn't do."

"Yeah, like Viv. I heard some of that too."

"But didn't have to go to a Catholic girls school."

"Thank goodness!"

She let go of my hand and rolled back, finding my cock with her hand. Of course, he was all soft and small again. She snickered as she took him in her hand, more playing with him than fondling him, but immediately he started to respond, and she took him in her mouth, sucking and licking, obviously wanting to arouse him, and my fingers found her nipple and did the same, making her hum and nod in appreciation, moving on my stiff cock while her fingers moved my balls. I teased her stiff nipple, just circling it with one finger, the tip of it rubbing over the goose bumps around it.

"Uhn-hnnnn" she approved, vibrating on my cock.

"Do you want to fuck?"

"Uhn-hnnnnn."

"I want to fuck you, too, nice and long, all relaxed, except for my stiff cock in your juicy tight pussy," My hand slid from her breast down her side and over her hip and found it.

"Uhnnn!"

"Already a little juicy, but not like when I lick or fuck it."

"Uhn-hnnnn."

It felt so good, what she was doing, and I was happy that I had come before, so that I could enjoy it for a while, having time to think that when we changed positions, he could cool off a little before he was in her pussy and then start all over - nice and slow. My fingers were exploring in her pussy, one of them moving half way in her slippery hole. As I was wondering if I should tell her how I wanted to do it, she raised her head, letting him slip from her mouth, and said:

"I think he wants to fuck. I do."

"Lie on your back," and I helped her lie next to me and then moved down the bed a bit, raising her thigh.

"Like this?"

"Um-hmm," and I moved my hips close behind hers, guiding him to her pussy.

"Um-hmm," she responded, and reached down and helped me, and then together we sighed as he slipped into her. I shifted myself to let him go deeper, drawing my leg up over her far one, as she chuckled softly in approval and murmured:

"'All relaxed except for your stiff cock in my juicy pussy'."

"'Juicy tight pussy'," I corrected her.

"Just because your cock is so big and stiff."

I held her far breast and moved him a little, and she tightened on him and then snorted and remarked:

"My friend said not all girls can do that."

"He's right, at least some can't on purpose - or haven't learned how to."

She did it again, and then again, chuckling, and asked:

"This is good. I never did it like this before. Will he stay big and stiff?"

"If you keep doing that, and I help a little."

"Oh, I will," and she did, and I did.

For a while, we just practiced at that in silence as I fondled her breast. I had brief images of lying like that with the other girls I had slept with, not that I intended to, as we continued, finding a rhythm with pauses that became almost second nature.

"What are you thinking?" Sandy murmured.

"Hmm, I shouldn't say."

"Other girls? That's all right. I was too, ... well, boys, of course, but that it had never been like this - with you - not this way."

"Sorry, I can't say the same. ... Oh, I never did it like we did, on the table."

Hm-hmm! That's nice, at least one first with me, ... but, of course not, if you taught them all. With those two girls, too?"

"Um-hmm." 

At the moment, I wasn't really sure if we had, but I was sure I had with my sister and Martha, ...oh, and Martha had eaten my sister while we were doing it, and I had fucked Pam and Sukie while they were doing it to each other. That was about the same thing. In the second or two, while this was going through my head, I added:

"Of course," and then with a snort added:

"And they did it to each other at the same time."

"Oh! ... Yeah, you said that no one watched for long. Hm-hm-hmm! But I really didn't think about the possibilities. Oh, that would be good. I would love that. It really would be the best of both worlds, being eaten and fucked at the same time."

At the word "fucked," we remembered to do so, chuckling together, and then Sandy continued:

"Of course, another guy could do it, and then I could have two cocks."

"Um-hmm, you sure could."

"Hmm, ... uh, ... have you ever done it with a girl and another guy?"

"No. ... Hmm! Till now, it sounded like you were willing to share, rather than expecting your partners to have to share you."

"Hm-hmm! But they would both get all they want, ... and me too!"

"And the girls did too. It's easy to share, that way."

"Um-hmm. ... Fuck!"

And we did for a few moments.

"Are you curious, like I am?" Sandy asked.

"A little, ... I guess. ... Yeah, of course, but I don't see it happening."

"More of a hang-up?"

"Yeah, I guess. Seems like girls - those two and those you've heard about at Sarah Lawrence - have less of a hang-up about it. Those two certainly didn't, ... and I thought it was fine, ... but I don't know. ... And, ... well, two guys, ... there wouldn't be anything you could do."




Sandy Ch. 05



"Hmm? ... Oh, ... you wouldn't both have to do it to each other. I could do it to one of you, ... or one of you could eat me."

"Hm-hmm! You remind me of one of them, who had envisioned possibilities for our 'orgy'."

"Was it that good?"

"Um-hmm, we also figured out how to do it in a circle."

"Oooh, yes! That worked? Everyone giving and getting?"

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! And thinking about who touched whose asshole first, and whose orgasm started the others'."

Hm-hm-hmm! That would be good. You were lucky."

"And they were too."

"Hmm! Eat and be eaten - or fucked."

And we did for a while, taking turns, snickering when Sandy clutched my cock, and then sighing when I moved it in her. After a couple of time, her hand slid down and felt where my cock was in her, snickering again and squeezing him with her vagina, and then feeling with her fingers as I moved him.

"Oh, this is good, just lying and fucking, and talking. I never talked so much about sex, and not when I was fucking. ... Would you fuck Vivienne?"

"Of course. ... Oh, if you didn't mind, ... and she wanted to."

"Hm-hmm, no, I wasn't testing you."

"Suggesting it? ... I never have said no."

"I bet! Yeah, suggesting it."

"If she wanted to, and anything else. ... As I told Martha, if things have gotten that far - that it was a question - it would only be right to do so."

"Hm-hmm! The only gentlemanly thing to do, then, hm-hmm!"

"Yeah, something like that."

"Hmm! I haven't either."

"How very lady-like!"

"I doubt it, but I got a good start, and always knew I wanted to - at that moment. ... Oh, a couple of times, I had to stop it getting that far again."

"Well, that is lady-like."

"Not after you've fucked him, not just let him fuck you."

"Maybe not. What are we doing?"

"Hm-hmm! Not enough!"

And we started doing more, at first as before, with short pauses, but then without them, seriously fucking and arousing each other more as I squeezed and pulled her nipple.

"Um-hmmm!" she responded, and I felt her fingers inside her pussy lip as my cock moved in and out, and then they slid up as she hummed again and murmured:

"Maybe like being eaten and fucked too," and then they were moving on her clitoris. 

She began to sigh deep in her throat as her hips rocked gently. I raised my head to see how she did it to herself, two fingers moving nervously under the curve of her mons, and then looked up at her face, tense, her eyes half closed as she sighed like that each time her hips moved. Then I found the hard nipple of her breast with my mouth.

"Yes, suck me," she murmured, and I did, aggressively, sucking and licking as my fingers did everything I could think of to excite her other nipple. Sandy's sighs became louder, now her insistent growls, as I moved my cock as fast and hard as I could in her clutching cunt. I was expecting her to again start crying out "fuck, fuck," but her guttural growls shifted to "come! come! come! ..." 

Her cunt started to clip my cock tighter and faster, and he was about to obey her demand when I felt the first spurt of her love juice, wetting my balls as he slurped noisily in and out, and I gasped in my orgasm, and then, when it was over, continued gasping at the delicious pain as I continued to move him until Sandy's jerking hips and demanding cunt finally stilled.

I dropped back on the bed, still holding my hips up under hers and him deep in her as we both panted and then slowly recovered from the exertion and our orgasms. Sandy's nipples were soft again, the one still in my palm and the one I could see, just a bump at the tip of her breast. Then I felt her fingers slip down and touch him, and she murmured:

"Um-hmm, still there. Hm-hmm. ... God, that was good! I just love the way you fuck."

"And I, the way you do. It sure was, ... the way we do."

"Um-hmm. ... Hmm? ... And they ate each other ... while you were doing it this way with one? I don't know if I could do anything else at the same time. I was thinking about it at first, how it might be, ... hmm! ... but then forgot about it.

"They did, she did, ... but maybe I was doing less, just helping them, ... and enjoying it, myself, thinking they would know what they wanted."

"Hm-hm-hmm! I guess they did. ... Geez, roommates, they could do it every night. I guess they would have had a lot of experience and known."

"Um-hmm."

"And that they had told you about it? I guess that is pretty unique. Yeah, if it was like that, you would have been just an extra treat for the one. ... Did you do it to both of them? To be fair?"

"Um-hmm. Not quite like this, after they started doing it to each other, once I joined in, behind the other one."

"Hmm!" I can see it; 'not watching for long.' I guess that would be a little funny for the other one, suddenly having a cock in next to her nose. ... Hm-hmm! ... I might want to suck it instead."

"Of course, ... you would, and you could, but I was using a rubber, so that might not have been so interesting."

"Yeah, I guess not. ... And they both came?"

"Oh, yeah! Both slurping and obviously having orgasms. That is always so satisfying, to know that everyone is getting theirs."

"Hmm! I sure do, thank you. You're so considerate."

"And you too, just letting me have mine. You don't know how good that is."

"Oh, I do, thank you, but then I want it again. Girls are lucky."

"If they find someone who'll give it to them."

"I have, ... and I'll make sure they do in the future."

"Lucky guys."

"I hope so, but now, I've got to go," and her fingers moved a little on my cock.

I rocked my hip back, and my soft cock immediately slipped out, followed by a stream that ran down her ass and wetted my sack. Sandy chuckled, having felt it with her fingers, and brought her hand up for me to taste: both of us. We untangled our legs, and I helped her sit up. She snickered at the wetness of her bed under her bottom and then fondled my soft, wet sack:

"I guess we should take a shower now, too."

"Good idea, as always, ... and going, too," I agreed as we both stood up. As we entered the bathroom, with a chuckle Sandy asked:

"Like last week?"

"I like that," I replied, wondering if she had read about it in the book, hoping she had. 

"I did too. Kind of raunchy. ... Uh? ... Did you read about that, too?"

"Um-hmm," I responded with a slight grin, as she turned to face me in the bathtub.

"You would have. Oh, you've probably done it, ... with all your experience."

"Um-hmm, ..." I agreed again.

"Really?! ... Isn't it ...?"

"Not as strange as what you like," I answered her unfinished question.

"Oh. ... Hmm!" and she spread her knees slightly and then after a moment started to go, smiling up at me. The sight gave me the urge to, too, but I held my water as I reached down in her stream and cupped some in my hand. Sandy snorted, making it move, and said:

"Oh, I guess we've tasted it a little before."

"Um-hmm," I agreed as I brought my hand to my mouth. Sandy snorted again as she watched me drink it, and reached down and did the same, just tasting it, and then catching another handful as her stream died down and cupping it to her mouth more generously.

"Not exactly 'champagne,' ..." she remarked with a snort, adding:

"but you're right," and she snorted again, and I relaxed and let my stream start.

"Hmm!" she snorted again, grinning at me as it splashed on her leg, and reached down again, and I did too, toasting her as we both brought our hands up:

"Skaal." 

"Skaal," Sandy responded automatically, and we drank.

"Skaal?" she repeated and then remarked:

"Oh, I guess you did it with Martha, too."

"Um-hmm," I agreed as she turned on the shower.

"Hmm? She must have been a lot like me. ... Hm-hmm! Was she also curious?"

"Um-hmm, ... at least, I'm pretty sure."

"Hmm, I like that, that it's not sooo unusual."

"Me too," I agreed, and we both snickered as we washed each other.

After we had dried ourselves, it was still too early for me to have to go home. Still naked, we started another couple of beers and agreed to eat something. I suggested that I could scramble some eggs, and Sandy offered to make a couple of sandwiches. Soon we were ready. Sandy snickered as she wiped off the table, and then we sat down to our meal.

"Poor Viv, ..." Sandy opened the conversation:

"She wanted to be doing what we have."

"Well, probably not exactly, everything we have, but I agree."

"Hm-hmm! I guess not, all the worse. ... Poorer Viv."

"We want her to?"

"Um-hmm."

"Sort of like newly weds want all their friends to get married."

"But we're not newly weds."

"I didn't mean it that way, of course, but we know what we like and wish others did."

"Yeah, like that, I guess. ... Uh, ... can I tell her about the girls? She asked."

"You think it would make her more interested?"

"In what?"

"What could happen 'next time', or ... hmm, ... just more about the girls, 'roommates'?

Sandy's nipples popped out, but she didn't seem upset or flustered by my suggestion:

"Yeah, I guess, that too," and she smiled wryly.

"Well, we decided you probably just can't ask her."

"Oh no, not Viv. I don't know what she has looked at in the book, but I don't think it was about that."

"So you want my help, a 'next time'?"

"Don't you?"

"Um-hmm, if it worked out right. ... If it didn't, that wouldn't be so good; you have to live with her for a while more."

"Yeah, I thought of that."

"Kind of hoping we could peel off the veneer of her Catholic schooling?"

"That was nicely put. Yeah, something like that. Remember her going topless in France; maybe it is only a veneer."

"Maybe, ... hm-hmm! ... not any thicker that her silk blouse."

Sandy laughed and agreed:

"Something like that. She didn't mind your peeling that bit off her."

"She sure didn't. I thought she would object when I was fumbling with her buttons, giving her enough time to, but she didn't."

"She just needs to be properly aroused, ... and you managed that."

"Not without your help."

"So, can I tell her ... about the girls?"

"If you want to. ... Oh, you might just tell her that more happened, and wait to see if she asks for details."

"Yeah, thanks, 'good idea,' let her suggest how much she wants to hear, ..."

"And whether she is more interested in what can happen with two girls and a guy, or just ..."

"What two girls do," Sandy finished my sentence with a grin.

"You really want to."

"Yeah, I'll admit it," and she grinned again and then added:

"Oh, maybe I can use the book, leave it open to a page that will suggest something."

"At least, that you have been thinking about sex. 'Good idea.' She can either mention it, or tiptoe around it silently, or close it. 'Good idea.'"

"Um-hmm, better than I thought, kind of a barometer."

We'd finished our meal, and started clearing the table, when Sandy suddenly remarked:

"Oh, it's Friday night; we could still be at the bar."

"Oh, yes, I was thinking I was supposed to be at training."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Would you like some dessert."

"Hmm! Well, you know, I usually don't have any, but if you want some, we have the time."

"Mmmm! That's good; I do. Are you sure you don't? I ... don't mind eating by myself, but it's ... always nicer with company to eat together."

"Hm-hmm. Um-hmm, what do you have to offer."

"Oooh, ... I just think I have one choice."

"Well, then I'll just have to eat that."

We both grinned and snickered, and returned to her bed and ate our desserts - real slowly - savoring them, each of us doing everything we could to extend the pleasure, even after our fingers had found each other's delighted and welcoming asshole, taking turns at moving them while we held our mouths still, and then moving them, managing to stop before we couldn't help but continue. The way Sandy's tongue returned to lick my little hole, I had the impression that she was always finding something fresh there, and it surely felt as though she could, as though I were dribbling continuously, and I certainly felt like I should be, just on the edge of coming, but she successfully not letting me go over the edge. 

Her much juicier hole was delighting when my tongue explored in it, and then her pelvis moving when I again found her clitoris and had my nose buried between the slick lips of her pussy. Then almost imperceptibly we increased our activity, and when Sandy's hips move once, much more strongly, and her finger pressed deeper in me, I returned her signal and stayed on her clitoris, as my finger moved, and hers and her head did, my cock surging as I tightened on her finger, and she on mine, and both our pelvises were rocking, pumping against the other's mouth as we more groaned than moaned in excruciating moments of pure arousal as we sought our own and each other's orgasm, and then found them, giving and receiving each other's "dessert" that in the last moments we had so desperately be wanting.

Completely satisfied, we relaxed. Sandy's thigh lay heavy on my head, my cock still in her mouth as we both took long breaths. I could feel hers on my balls and realized that she could feel mine on her pussy - in her pussy, my nose was still between her lips. After a few longer moments, I felt her hum and then felt her tongue, and could feel that he was smaller and that she could move him, and then she stretched out her leg and let me move my head back a bit, blinking to free my eyelashes from her pussy juice and then looking at her pussy, the seat of her pleasure, suddenly remembering a line from Goethe's Faust: "Es ist ihr' ewig Weh und ach so tausendfach aus einem Punkt zu kurieren."

"Did I ever tell you that you are the best cocksucker?" My cock slipped from her mouth.

"Hmm! Um-hmm, but you said you always thought that, but I can honestly say you're the best cuntlicker I've ever had."

"Thanks, but I hope you will have a chance to be able to make a more comparative judgement."

"Hm-hmm, me too, but then I'll probably think like you do."

"I hope so, wouldn't want it any other way."

"But maybe it wouldn't be like this," and Sandy withdrew her finger, and I did, too, remarking:

"No, maybe not. I guess we'd better wash."

"Um-hmm."

We got up and went to the bathroom, snorting as we washed our hands, then Sandy took a washcloth and washed her pussy and thighs, while I washed my face at the basin. When we had dried ourselves, we agreed that we wanted another beer and went to the kitchen. When we raised them, she said "skaal" with a smirk, and I responded, and then we drank and started to clean up the kitchen.

"How'm I going to get Viv to want to, a 'next time'? Can you come Monday evening?"

"Yeah, of course. Why so fast?"

"If she's only flown overnight, she'll probably have to fly on Tuesday."

"Well, maybe it won't work that fast - if at all. But I can come then on Tuesday."

"You can 'come' anytime. Hm-hmm! But maybe you're right. But still, how, if you want to?"

"We settled that, ... if you want to let me. Depends on the veneer. You said you both wear bathrobes; that is still a pretty thick veneer."

"Oh, yesterday I didn't once - in panties and bra - and she didn't say anything, just looked."

"That's good. ... Hmm, already planning?"

"Hmm? I didn't think so; it just happened. I had undressed, and it was in the bathroom. Maybe I can do that again, ..."

"And mention that you don't when she's not there."

"Of course, I don't, ... or wear much ... now ... after that first shower with you."

She grinned, and I was about to say that Martha and I didn't either, but then asked:

"Does she know?"

"Not yet, but I can't see myself telling her that I sit around only in my panties, ... or see her wanting to do the same."

"Hmm, I guess not, ... but she did in France."

"Um-hmm. Oh, we'll just have to see what happens."

"Yeah, 'good idea'; there is nothing else we can do."

"I guess so."

We went back to the living room, where her open and obviously well-used bed was the most prominent furnishing. Apparently we both had the same thought, Sandy smirked and said:

"We're not going to do it again."

"Not even if we wanted to, but I know what we can do till we finish our beers."

Sandy looked questioningly at me as I sat down at the head of her bed and spread my legs, inviting her to sit between them with her back to me, appreciating it when I immediately reached around and held her breast:

"'Good idea'," she commented as she snuggled up closer to me and took a sip, and then asked:

"But then, what if she does want a 'second time,' ... well, at least, says she'd like to see you again, or that we all should get together again?"

"Hmm, good question? ... Oh, we'll just tell her that we always start by taking off all our clothes and sitting around until something happens."

"Hm-hm-hmm! You better tell her that. ... Well, she knows that I always take a shower ..., but I don't see that happening."

"What?"

"Me just coming back naked, or you suggesting that you two shower together."

"Me neither, unless she is really interested, ... if you know what I mean."

"Just have to wait and see."

"Um-hmm, but if she wants us to be together again, and you and the book, and maybe the girls have had any effect, she'll have to be thinking a little like we are, wanting a 'next time,' and with the same thought that it implies going further, well, at least as far."

"Yeah, of course. ... Hm-hmm, ... if it does, I can tell her to hold you then; she said she wanted to do that. ... Well, ... no, ... that she had never done that."

"She certainly may. He'll like her slender fingers holding him, and feel so big in her small hand, my balls, too."

"And in her small mouth, too?"

"Hm-hmm! He hopes so."

"But I sure don't expect that to happen."

"But you wouldn't mind?"

"Not if I got my turn, ... but I don't see that happening either, with Viv there."

"Anyway, if she wants me to come back, you will have discussed something, and it should be more clear what could happen. I mean, if she suggests cooking again, well that's fine too, since we all know what happened after that, and like college dates, it will, otherwise she wouldn't have suggested it. ... Oh, you can tell her that I want to take you both out to dinner, maybe after a drink here to pass the time first. That would be harmless, since it would then be too late to start anything afterwards. That's an invitation."

"Thanks, and 'good idea'." ... Mmm, and if anything else started to happen first ..., well we would be here. Yeah, that's a good suggestion, ... oh, and it would allow me to suggest that you come over, instead of having to ask her if she wanted you to."

"Yeah, real 'good idea'."

"It was yours."

"But you recognized its virtue."

"Hm-hmm! I don't know if that is the right word."

By then we had finished our beers, and it was time for me to think about going home. We got up and went to the bedroom, and while I dressed, Sandy hung up her clothes, offering her panties again for me to smell. We both snickered as I did, and I mentioned what came to mind:

"Kind of funny to think that this is just our third date, maybe third and a half."

"Yeah, kind of, ... but good. Makes you wonder why people go out to dinner or a movie, when this is what they want, especially when they know it's going to happen."

"Yeah, like at college, kind of a waste of time ... and money. Guys sort of expect that they have to invite the girl out first."

"Um-hmm, that's the way it's supposed to be - even with my boyfriend, ... well, our dinner dates got pretty quick, after he knew that I wanted to as much as he did."

"Are all girls like that?"

"Probably more than want to admit it."

"That's why they think they should be taken out?"





Sandy Ch. 05



"Yeah, something like that."

"I didn't have a steady long enough for me to learn that, ... or they weren't like you. No, they certainly weren't."

"Hmm! I like that, ... but Martha was?"

"Um-hmm, very. After we kissed the first evening, and then had to go to the bathroom - she had her own - she said she would be in her room."

"That was nice and subtle."

"Yeah, apparently in Norway they take it for granted. She said that her mother just assumed that she had when she was seventeen, knowing they had the opportunity to, and was just worried about whether they had used rubbers."

"Oh, really?! That is different from here! ... Well, for the most part; I know a girl whose mother had her fitted for a diaphragm before she went to college."

I had finished putting on my shoes and stood up. Sandy handed me my jacket, and we went to the door, where we had a good embrace and kiss, Sandy not satisfied until she felt that my cock was aroused and then held it, snorting while we still kissed. Then, wishing her luck with Vivienne, I departed.



Sandy Ch. 06



I don't like submissions to extend to a fourth page, but there was no way to avoid it for this chapter; they just took too long doing everything they wanted.



On my way home, I invented a story about the evening at the bar, even including some details about my summer help colleagues and having dinner with a girl and another couple. I wasn't sure if the girl should be Sandy - obviously in a watered down form - or the one Jewish girl in the group, trying to remember something about her. 

At home, however, no one was interested; my sister had gone to bed, and my parents just asked if I had had a nice evening. Somehow, their lack of curiosity seemed a little strange - especially my mother's - but it was convenient. I wondered if my dad had suggested that my activities were none of their business, but that suggested that maybe he had correctly assumed that it would be better for them not to ask.

With that thought, I went to bed, but then was wondering how it might work out with Sandy and Vivienne over the weekend. When I woke up the next morning, I wasn't thinking about them, but my cock was, it seemed, and then I was, trying to give him an impression of what I hoped would be the result of their discussion while I envisioned various scenarios. 

We found one that satisfied us; it wasn't original - a version of something with Pam and Sukie or Martha and my sister - and seemed a bit far fetched for Sandy and Vivienne, but that made it all the better. Then I remembered that the family was going to Fire Island for the weekend and got up, a little apprehensive about how my sister and I would deal with returning to where we had had so much "fun" together, also with Martha.

But that worked out all right. Of course, my sister in her bikini was a reminder, also her smirks when we together, especially when we were alone on the beach, and she referred directly to what had happened and asked what I had done Friday night, not relenting until I told her, and then telling me that she did it to herself almost every night, grinning and saying that she hoped that I thought about that. 

I did, right then, rolling towards her on my side so that he wasn't so obvious to every passer-by. She noticed, of course, and I wanted her to, but still was surprised when after a glance around she slid her hand over and for a moment held him, as she smirked and winked at me. 

We managed to sidestep any problems when our parents were around, even when we were all playing scrabble, and she played "CANT" instead of the possible "CUNT," just glancing at me with her eyes as she started to place her letters. I even managed to repress any reaction when my father glanced at me with a man-to-man expression, since the alternative was so obvious and would have brought a double-word score. When Mother then played "PUSS" on the U, pleased with her score, he glanced at me again, and then avoiding doing so as he added a Y. 

I didn't have to glance at my sister to know that she had snorted silently, and I also had the impression that my mother had recognized the not so innocent meaning of the word, but she concealed any such thoughts by remarking:

"Oh, that's good; I guess I helped you use your Y."

While I noted the score, I felt my sister's foot touch mine under the table, but then it was my turn, and everything calmed down.

Monday morning at work, I was already expecting Sandy's call when it came:

"Hot dogs at twelve? ... Good."

Her "good" sounded like more than just acknowledgement of my agreement to lunch. The morning seemed very long with my curiosity to hear what she had to tell. Then finally it was noon.

"Have a good weekend?" she asked perfunctorily, not waiting for a reply:

"It went better than I thought. I'd left the book with a bookmark on a page with something about threesomes, but she never looked at it, just noticed that the book was there. She immediately wanted something to drink and got a bottle of wine, and we quickly had a glass. I knew that she usually takes a shower first thing when she comes home, but this time she seemed to want to unwind first, and did, pouring herself a second glass and drinking, and then asked: 'You know what I could be doing now,' and glanced at her watch: 'right now?'

"Well, I won't repeat the whole conversation, but it was obvious what she was thinking about, more so, when she said: 'Well, I guess you did.' I agreed and told her that we were both sorry that it hadn't worked out for her. She was surprised that we had talked about her. Hm-hmm, I didn't tell her how, but she didn't seem to mind that we had, and then I remembered to say that I had asked about the girls, and that you had told me. She wanted to hear about that. 

"Of course, my mentioning them, suggested that something did happen. At first, I just said that you had. 'With both of them?' she asked, and then wanted to know more, so I told her, slowly, letting her ask for more, and she did, remarking at the end - of the first time - that she must have gone to the wrong school. I agreed, saying something about Catholic inhibitions. She agreed and then went to shower and change. 

"Oh, I was only wearing a t-shirt and shorts. I was surprised to see her go from the bedroom to the bathroom without her bathrobe, only in her bra and panties, figuring that maybe the wine had led to her forgetting her bathrobe. But then I was curious how she would get back to her room, not in dirty underwear. She appeared then with her towel around her, glancing at me with a wry grin as she went back in the bedroom, and then returned in shorts and buttoning up an old blouse. 

"She sort of apologized for having forgotten her bathrobe, smiling when I said that I was lucky that my Mom had insisted that I bring mine, since I seldom use it. She liked that, explaining that she only had worn hers - 'Catholic inhibitions' - with me there. So we quickly agreed that we could forgo them in the future. Then we got some bread and cheese and another glass of wine.

"When we had settled down with that, she asked if you had seen the girls again, and was surprised when I said that you had, wanting to know how and what happened. When I told her, she was really surprised about your having done it with both of them - 'no one watching for long.' Yeah, we had finished another glass by then, and when she remarked about wondering that the girls had been so familiar, I told her that they had told you that they did it together. 

"That really, really surprised her, and she wondered if you knew how that had happened. When I told her, she actually seemed less surprised, and then surprised me, asking if I had ever touched another girl's breast.

"Of course, I haven't, and she looked a little triumphant - by now we had drunk too much - and said that she had, in her school, where they had to wear bathrobes when they changed and until they were in their shower stalls. But once she and her girlfriend were in a stall together - which was forbidden. They were fourteen, and both curious to see another girl naked. As she added, the thought of seeing a boy naked was so remote that it didn't even occur to them. 

"So there they were, and her girlfriend already had more that she does now - 'ever will,' as she said - and she only had more developed nipples. 

"She was giggling a little as she told this. And her girlfriend wanted her to touch hers, and, of course, she was curious and did, admitting that she liked it, that it was funny to feel her friend's stiff nipple in her palms. She said she held both of them. Yeah, she had liked that, and her friend had too. 'I bet,' I said, thinking that was good, that she had been willing to tell about it, probably because we had both drunk a little too much, but 'in vino veritas.' Viv snorted at my remark and then she admitted that she had forgotten - repressed - the incident till then, saying: 'girls just don't do that.'

"'But they do, those two did, ...' I replied: 'and more, - and still prefer men,' I added, when I saw her expression and her nipples, then, and before when I told about the girls, hm-hmm, and mine too. I didn't think I could arouse myself with my own story.

"Then we had another sip of wine - we were slowing down - and I mentioned that you wanted to take us both to dinner. She just asked 'when?' I was expecting her to ask if you really meant both of us, or some expression of misgiving, after last week, but no, so I said: 'anytime, whenever is convenient. Monday evening?' Then she did ask: 'Both of us?' 'Of course,' I replied, explaining that you wanted to return the favor of her cooking dinner. That must have reminded her of what happened after it. 

"'I don't know,' she said: 'what will he think of me, you know?' I assured her that you wanted to see her again and thought that that had been very nice, that you wanted to see her again, see more of her, - yeah, I said that - and mentioned that you had wondered about the color of her nipples. They popped out again, and mine did too, at having dared to mention that, afraid that I had gone too far, but after a moment, Viv just snorted with a funny smile and asked what color you had imagined they were. When I replied: 'more tan than pink ... like mine,' she almost laughed and said: "He's right. I still don't know how we got like that. ... If he wants to, sure, Monday. It may be a little funny.'"

By now we had again eaten two hot dogs, and my comments to Sandy's story had only been encouragement for her to continue, but now I replied:

"Yeah, it will be, but if she wants to, that is great. It really did work out well."

"Um-hmm," Sandy agreed with a satisfied smirk, adding that she had suggested that I come for a drink first - as we had discussed - and Vivienne had agreed. We had to go back to work then and parted with, smirking after we both said: "Till this evening."

The afternoon went just as slowly as the morning with my wondering and envisioning how the evening could go. I thought that I ought to shave before we went out - or didn't! – and wondered how the rest of their weekend had gone, recalling my own. With such distracting thoughts, somehow I managed to get my work done, and then it was five o'clock.

Sandy and I met as before, and I noticed that she had again taken off her panty hose as she took up her story again:

"Hi. Oh, I never got to the rest of the weekend ..."

"I've been wondering all afternoon."

"I guess we were pretty groggy, but we made some supper and had a beer with it, and then watched TV, sitting together on my sofa bed. Yeah, I'll admit, after all the wine, I kind of wanted to touch her: rub thighs, or feel her touch me, but we didn't. Then she noticed the book again and asked if we had looked at it together. I said no, that we didn't have to, which made her almost giggle; she had drunk more than I had. 'You two really hit it off fast,' she remarked, and I agreed, and then told how - with the shower. 

"I'm not sure what I was thinking at the moment, whether I was bragging or showing off, or had considered that it might give her ideas - hm-hmm! - with you or me. I would have. Of course, she was surprised - again - but just snickered and then after a moment of hesitation admitted that she had once gone straight to bed with a passenger she met on a plane: 'but not like that, we went to dinner and danced, first. He was staying in the same hotel with us.'"

"Like we said, ..." I replied: "convenient, being in the same hotel."

"Yeah, but she said that she felt sort of bad about it the whole time, even though she did it."

"That's a pity, wrong school."

"Um-hmm, that's what I said, and she agreed."

I interrupted Sandy and ducked into a bottle shop, returning with a bottle of wine. She grinned and remarked:

"Just in case."

"Um-hmm. And then?"

"We tried to watch TV, but were both drowsy; I guess I dozed off. She nudged me and said she was going to bed, and then we used the bathroom, one after another, and went to bed. In the morning, I had to go, earlier than usual - all that wine, but I felt well - and did, and then started my shower. I guess she really had to go, too; she knocked, and I said she could come in. We had never been in the bathroom at the same time before. So she did, snickering a little as she went. 

"I knew she only washed when she had showered the evening before, and expected her to leave, but she didn't. I guess I did know that she usually slept in a pajama top and panties, but I was surprised when she stayed and started running the water in the washbasin, still washing when I had finished my shower, turning off the water and wondering if she expected me to dry myself behind that shower curtain, but when I reached for my towel, she said: 'That's all right, I'm half naked too.' 

"So I stepped out of the shower, and she was, with only her panties on, so I dried myself, turned away from her, a little surprised at her new attitude after our wearing bathrobes all the time. Of course, I didn't mind her seeing me, rather liked it, but didn't expect her to be suddenly so nonchalant about it, and we could really only see each other's back, she, mine, in the mirror - if she was looking. But then when I turned to hang up my towel, standing so that she could see my boobs, and where I could see hers in the mirror, I saw that they were aroused. Hm-hmm. She really wasn't all that nonchalant about it. They are more beige. 

"I didn't say anything, of course, just picked up my shorty top - that's all I had slept in - and left the bathroom. I found a clean pair of panties and put them on, and then my shorts, when Viv came in the room, looking a little embarrassed, still in just her underpants, with her top in her hand, and her nice beige nipples still aroused. They look just right on her. She murmured: 'I guess if you can, I can,' and hung her PJ top in the closet, almost as though to prove she could, rather than immediately putting something on. 'It's just nice,' I replied and mentioned that I didn't wear much when she wasn't there. 

"'Really?' she said: 'I sort of wanted to once when the air conditioning didn't work, but it just felt too strange being almost naked in the living room.' When I told her that Wednesday evening was the first time we had kept our clothes on any longer than necessary, she snickered and replied: 'The way it was going, well, you might not have then.' 'Um-hmm,' I agreed: 'that's the way I felt, too, ... and he must have too, having been like that with those girls and that happening.'

"Her nipples stiffened again at the mention of them. By then, we both had shirts on. She snorted with smile and agreed: 'I guess so, ... and then with you holding him. I never did that, but I guess I told you, already. ... Oh, I guess I was kind of in the way, sorry.' I replied that since I had my period, that was no problem, that it had really been good, 'the best thing that could have happened.' 

"She snorted again with a smile, but then suggested that Monday evening, this evening, it would be different, and offered to go out by herself. Of course, I insisted that she didn't, that you wanted to take us both out, and that we didn't always have to ... "

"I'm not sure, ..." I interjected with a grin: "but we can try."

"That's what I was thinking. We're almost there, but I haven't finished; let's walk on a ways."

I agreed, curious, of course, to hear the end of her story.

"Well, the rest of the day, we didn't talk about it, but when we were getting ready to go to bed, both changing together - for the first time - but not obviously looking, she mentioned again that she wasn't so sure about this evening, and again this morning, while I was showering. I had left the door open, and she came in, again suggesting that she could go out, but, of course, I said she shouldn't, that that would be impolite to you, since you had invited her to join us. 'I don't know, ...' she said: 'It'll be kind of funny, seeing him again after what happened last week.' 'It'll be all right, nice, ...' I replied: 'and if we go out, nothing will happen.'"

"But if we don't?" I asked.

"Hmm! That's what occurred to me, while I was saying that, and maybe to Viv, who just snorted with a nod. By then I had stepped out of the shower. She had been waiting with her top unbuttoned and took it off and then her panties while I dried myself."

"Sounds like she's trying to peel off that veneer from her Catholic schooling."

"Um-hmm, she's working at it. She didn't turn to face me, but smiled a little wryly at me in the mirror before she got in the tub. Anyway, after breakfast, she said she would make cocktails for us - in a couple of minutes. I'm going to shower as usual ..."

"But after the first cocktail has been served, ... and I should shave."

"Yeah, of course, and yeah, 'good idea,' hm-hmm, take your shirt off, ... and your undershirt." "While you're showering?"

"No, a bit too blatant; Vivienne might just disappear." 

"And you wear something when you leave the bathroom."

"Yes, you're right. Well, here goes."

We had returned to her building. In the elevator, she snickered and said:

"I'll keep them on this time," and then we were there. [In an earlier chapter, her panties came off in the elevator.]

Vivienne came to the door, when Sandy had opened it, greeting her with a "hi," and then me with a smile and:

"Nice to see you again," that sounded like it was what she routinely said to airline passengers she recognized. When I responded:

"And nice to see you again. That's nice, what you have on," I thought I saw her nipples respond, but not like before, and assumed that she was wearing a light bra under her jersey V-neck top as she replied:

"Thank you, ... and thank you for inviting me to dinner."

"I would have last week, if I had thought of it, but yours was delightful, thank you. ... Oh, I brought a bottle of wine for you two, ... for whenever."

"That wasn't necessary, but thank you. Mmm, that looks good, a lot better than what we serve on United."

"I hope so."

Vivienne took the wine in the kitchen, and Sandy hung up my jacket, and then Vivienne returned. For a moment there was an awkward silence, and then Vivienne asked Sandy if she wanted to take a shower first. She answered that it could wait. After a moment, Vivienne suggested:

"Well, then let's start. What would you like?"

"What would you suggest, do you like?" I responded.

"I'd like a Martini, but if you'd like a whiskey or gin and tonic, you can have what you like, ... well, that's it, but either Scotch or Bourbon. And you, Sandy?"

"I'd like a Martini, too."

"Me too," I agreed, for a moment thinking that it was the man's duty to make cocktails, like at home, but then remembered that Vivienne must have experience as a stewardess when she replied - again a bit professionally:

"Be right up," and turned and went in the kitchen.

Sandy and I smiled at each other. She glanced around, my eyes following hers and then returning to her as she raised her eyebrows questioningly and gestured with her hands a rectangle and as though she were opening a book, then tossing her hands up slightly with a shrug. I understood that she missed the book that she knew had been on the coffee table in the morning, Masters and Johnson. Then she went in the kitchen to see if she could help, leaving me to wonder how the evening would progress.

Sandy came back with a couple of dishes of nuts as I heard the sound of the cocktail shaker in Vivienne's apparently experienced hands. She looked like she wanted to say something, but then Vivienne joined us, in one hand a tray of glasses and dish of olives, in the other the cocktail shaker.

"That sounded professional," I remarked as she started to pour.

"We learn how to for serving in first class. Funny, when I was looking for nuts to serve, I found myself looking for the little bags of them we serve on the flights."




Sandy Ch. 06



Sandy and I chuckled appreciatively, and she put an olive in each glass. Still standing, we each took a glass.

"To a pleasant evening," I toasted, and we all drank, nodding and glancing at each other over our glasses.

"Why are we all standing? Please sit down," Vivienne said.

"I was waiting for the ladies, ... besides not being sure where."

Sandy snorted softly at this oblique reference to the previous week, and I disarmed the situation by saying that I would sit on the chair. When they started to seat themselves on the sofa, I drew the chair closer to the table and sat down. Vivienne passed the nuts to me and Sandy, and for a few moments we nibbled in silence and had another sip of our Martinis. Then I asked where they would like to go for dinner, if they knew a nice place nearby, which led to a short discussion, they agreeing on small restaurant in the next block. 

Sandy finished her drink and said that she would shower. As she got up, Vivienne said that she had mixed enough for a second round and asked if she should pour Sandy's too: 'otherwise it will be mostly ice water.' Sandy agreed and said she would hurry.

When she had left us, Vivienne smiled at me slightly as she took another sip, and I took one, wondering what we would talk about, realizing that Sandy and I had discussed the evening so much and in such a way that I was at a loss for small talk, also thinking that maybe Vivienne had the same problem, from what Sandy had told me. In the moment of silence, I thought I saw Vivienne's nipples tighten, again suggesting that she was wearing a bra, maybe just for that reason. Then she remarked:

"This is kind of funny, ... after last week. Are you sure you want me to come along?"

"Of course. Yes, a little, ... but more fun than funny."

"Yes, I guess so, ... a little surprising. ... Are you sure? I mean, I could go out ..."

I saw her eyes dart passed me and assumed she was seeing Sandy, going to the bathroom, and wondered if she had had on her bathrobe, as Vivienne continued:

"... if you want to stay here instead?"

"No way, besides we want something to eat, too."

"I made a noodle salad, ... just in case."

"That's nice, but either we all go out, or all stay here. ... But my invitation came first."

Vivienne snorted slightly with another little smile, and we sipped the last from our glasses and ate our olives. 

"Another one?" she offered, and refilled our glasses. I added olives, and we left our glasses on the table, apparently waiting for Sandy to return.

"That's about what Sandy said, too, ... in the kitchen. ... I told her about the salad."

"Then it's two against one; you've no choice."

"Hmm, I guess not," and she smiled again, more than before, and then did reach for her glass, and I joined her for a sip. Again, I was at a loss for words, not sure what I knew about Vivienne just from Sandy and what I could mention, or what I could mention that Sandy had told me - not much, if anything. 

It occurred to me to mention that I wanted to shave, but that seemed too suggestive, knowing that Sandy had told her about our showering together, and wished that I had my electric razor at work - next time. I felt my stubble with one hand and said:

"I should have shaved before coming here."

"If you want to. Sandy's finished, ... not that that makes much difference, I guess," and she snorted with another one of her slight smiles.

"If you don't mind?"

"You can find a razor in the bathroom, but I guess we don't have any shaving soap."

"Thanks, that's all right, if you don't mind."

Vivienne shook her head, and I stood up as Sandy came from the bedroom in fresh clothes. As we passed, I told her that I was going to shave and went in the bathroom and took off my shirt and tie and used the toilet, thinking to wash him, and did so. Sandy's idea of my leaving off my undershirt had been good, but there was no where I could leave it. While I shaved, I wondered what they were talking about. 

About to put on my shirt again, I boldly decided that I could just take off my t-shirt and explain that I had - no need to hide it - and maybe a suggestive move, if Vivienne wanted to interpret it that way. Sandy would understand - it had been her idea - and she could give me the shirt the next day. I hung it on her towel bar. Buttoning my shirt up, I returned to the living room as it occurred to me that I didn't have to mention it. Sandy would just find it and understand, and if Vivienne did, she could just think whatever she wanted. I made of point of buttoning the last couple of buttons as I approached them.

"That looks more comfortable," Sandy remarked, letting me know that she recognized that I had taken off my undershirt.

"Um-hmm, ..." I agreed: "and I feel better," and brushed my cheek with the back of my fingers. When I had sat down, we all took another sip of our cocktails and took some nuts as Sandy said:

"Vivienne thinks we should eat her salad here."

"But only if she joins us."

"Oh yes, we settled that," to which Vivienne nodded with another one of her little smiles.

"Of course, if you both want to, but I really wanted to take you out. Maybe the wine will go with it."

"Yes, that would be nice, ..." Vivienne agreed: "it will be simpler than last week."

"That's good. I would feel bad, if you had gone to as much effort again. I am sure it will be good.

"Oh, it will be, ..." Sandy added: "I've had it before."

"I hope so," Vivienne agreed, and we all drank again. When I saw that we all just had a little in our glasses, I offered another toast:

"Well, here's to a pleasant evening, again," and we all finished our drinks with nods and smiles and stood up. Sandy and I cleared the coffee table, while Vivienne went in the kitchen, we following her and then setting the table while she added trimming to the noodle salad. I opened and poured the wine, and then we sat down and helped ourselves from the large bowl of salad. 

It was good, spiced with curry, with hardboiled eggs and bits of ham and asparagus tips. After a couple of bites, I raised my glass and said to Sandy:

"You were right, Vivienne's salad is delicious," and then turned to Vivienne and said:

"To the cook, this is a treat."

She smiled, and I again I thought that her nipples stiffened as she and Sandy raised their glasses, and we all took a sip, again with nods and smiles, and Sandy agreed, saying that the salad was better than she remembered. Then we ate in silence for a few moments. 

It was just too evident that we were all wondering what we would do after the meal, recalling what had happened the previous week. Sandy and I knew too well what we wanted to do, what we wanted to happen; but what was Vivienne thinking? For a moment between bites, we all looked at each other a little questioningly, apparently reading each other's mind, and then after another moment, Vivienne said softly:

"I said this was going to be kind of funny."

I didn't know if she was just referring to what she had said to me, or referring to what she had said to Sandy during the weekend or maybe while I was shaving. I quickly rationalized that Sandy would know better than I how to reply. After a slight snort she did:

"Um-hmm. We don't have to watch TV again."

"Of course not," I agreed, taking a sip from my wine as I thought that Sandy's remark had been good: both making it clear what we were all thinking about, while leaving the subject open to further speculation, and then suddenly recalling what Sandy had said the first evening in the shower about not having to watch TV.

"Hm-hmm, ..." Vivienne chuckled, apparently following my thoughts:

"I guess not," and she took a larger sip of her wine, leaving it open as to whether or not she wanted to. It was Sandy's turn to say something, but she also drank before agreeing:

"If we don't want to, ..."

"We could listen to music instead," I suggested, a little pleased with my idea.

"Um-hmm, I guess we could, ..." Vivienne agreed: "What do you like?"

"Classical, Frankie, Elvis. What do you have?"

"Oh, we've got a little of each, ..." Sandy answered quickly: "We can find something."

"Yes, I'm sure," Vivienne agreed, but in a tone that suggested that she was only agreeing that the music could be found - not that she was really supportive of my suggestion.

We returned to eating, again silent for a few moments. I was wondering if listening to music would be what we did, and how we would sit. If Vivienne joined Sandy and me on the sofa again, it would be just too obvious what could happen, what she would be inviting to happen, which seemed unlikely. And if she chose to sit on the chair, that would be an obvious indication that she didn't want anything to happen, taking the point out of the whole conversation, that we all knew really wasn't about watching TV or listening to music.

I refilled our glasses, starting with Vivienne's, who responded with a warmer smile, it seemed, saying:

"Thank you. It really is a very nice wine."

Sandy agreed as I filled hers, and then my own, remarking:

"Yes, I am glad it is. You know how it is, when you chose a bottle of wine just by the label, and I really don't know that much about them."

"I don't either, ..." Vivienne replied, again with that warmer smile that seemed more personal than just agreement about what we were saying: "but I know that I like it."

"Um-hmm, me too," Sandy added, and I agreed:

"And me too. It's nice that we know what we all like."

I had the impression that Vivienne had snorted ever so slightly as I set down the bottle, not daring to look at her as I picked up my fork, and Sandy said:

"Well, I hope we also find some music that we all like."

"I think we will," Vivienne responded.

That's settled it, I thought as we all nodded, smiling slightly in confirmation, and again I thought that Vivienne's nipples had stood out slightly before we all drank - more than just a sip. While we finished eating, we agreed that classical music would be good. When Vivienne asked if anyone wanted a second helping , none of us did. Sandy suggested that Vivienne and I should choose the music while she cleared the table - "since they're Viv's records."

Vivienne smiled at me as we went to the record player, and I returned her smile, and then we were leaning over her collection of LPs as she pulled out some classical works. I complimented her selections as we stooped close to each other. When I rested my hand on her waist, she turned her head briefly and gave me another smile and then handed me the records and suggested that I put them on the record player and excusing herself to go to the bathroom. 

As I stacked the records on the spindle, I remembered my t-shirt, wondering what Vivienne would think about it, and then thought that if anything happened, as now seemed more likely, it would be good if my cock wasn't caught so that he couldn't move and adjusted him, and then thought to work my underpants down my hips a little - just in case - to make it even easier for ...?!

I had just removed my hands from my pockets after doing this, when Vivienne returned, smiling a little wryly, her nipples now more obviously evident, and more so, when she noticed that I had observed them, snorting silently as she gave the slightest nod of confirmation that she had removed her bra. When she leaned down to turn on the record player, my hand returned to her waist, and she murmured a soft "um-hmm" in acknowledgment as the first record dropped. 

When she stood up with my hand still on her, she smiled at me as the music started, her nipples still or again aroused, and my cock was becoming so, too. Sandy joined us - maybe having waited and watched us - standing close to me, inviting me to hold her around the waist as she smiled at both of us, and Vivienne's eyes darted to hers as I held them both a little closer, suddenly remembering that Sandy had told her the whole story about Pam and Sukie.

"Um-hmm," they both responded softly, not looking at me.

"Want to sit down? I asked quietly. They both nodded silently, and we did, walking like that to the sofa and sitting down together as I slid my arms up to their shoulders. 

There couldn't be any question that Vivienne recognized that we were sitting together exactly as we had the previous week with the obvious implication that we would do at least as much as we had then. Her taking off her bra made that too evident, and she knew that I knew that she had. But for the moment we just sat there listening to the music, my cock almost as aroused as their nipples - and maybe somewhere else; Vivienne's thighs twitched slightly, and Sandy encouraged me with a soft "um-hmm" as she deliberately pressed hers together. 

I brought my hands in and lightly stroked their throats with my fingers for a moment, wondering if they were looking at the bulge in my trousers, glad that I had made sure he wasn't caught down in my shorts. 

"Mmmm," I felt with my fingers more than heard them both respond, and then saw their heads nod slightly as my hands slid down, feeling Sandy unbutton her blouse, first one and then another button as my hand slipped immediately inside her blouse and found her warm, firm breast. My other hand found Vivienne's through her soft jersey top, just holding them both as they both breathed in deeply, pressing them in my hands, encouraging me to cup my fingers more firmly around them and then let me feel their stiff nipples, let them slip between my fingers. They sighed and then breathed in again, and exhaled with soft "um-hmms."

I continued to fondle them, finding Sandy's other breast, and then finding Vivienne's as it occurred to me: no little buttons and no ironing problem she snorted slightly as I rubbed her nipple through her top, and then I felt her tugging her top down, inviting my hand to slip in its V-neck. "Um-hmm," she agreed very softly as it did.

It was obvious now that something more would have to happen. Last time, we had kissed, and I had had to go, but now? Sandy had been right about our having once been to second base, that we would again, and we two had been a lot further, ... and had talked about this. My thumb and fingers pulled on their nipples, and both their thighs clutched together.

"You hold him this time ," Sandy murmured loud enough to be heard against the music.

"You want me to?" Vivienne asked, not so much surprised, but as though she were asking permission.

"He wants you to," I murmured, turning my head towards her.

"Don't you want to?" Sandy suggested.

"You want me to?" Vivienne asked again, this time more to me.

"Please."

Vivienne snorted slightly at my reply, but then reached across with her right hand, turning her body towards me, and slid her hand over him, and then up and down, and then closing her fingers around him.

"Mmmm," she murmured as she held him.

"Um-hmmm!" I responded and rolled her nipple between my fingers, and hers squeezed him and moved up and down slightly.

"Um-hmm," I encouraged her, also with my fingers.

"Um-hmm," she acknowledged, and glanced up at me while her hand moved, and then asked:

"You want me to?"

"Um-hmm, ... but not just like that," I murmured and made him surge in her hand and tried to suggest with my fingers that I wanted to feel hers on my bare skin. She gripped further around him through my clothes, holding him better, now with her thumb too, but not understanding - or accepting - my hint. I fondled Sandy's nipple, that had been neglected since Vivienne touched me. She also turned towards me, more than Vivienne had, rolling onto the side of her hip and drawing her feet up on the sofa behind her, with her thigh on mine, as she murmured:

"I know what he wants." She reached down and fumbled at my waistband, finding the grip of my zipper. Vivienne had not been looking directly at her hand, but now her head dropped slightly as she did with a soft "oh" as she recognized what Sandy had meant and wanted to do, and then asked almost inaudibly:

"Like that? You want me to?"

"Um-hmm," Sandy and I both murmured.

"Oh," Vivienne responded softly as she watched Sandy start to open my zipper, then she removing her hand to let her continue, rolling on her side then, like Sandy had done, as my underpants with my stiff cock appeared in my open fly. Vivienne's new position with her head now on my shoulder made it difficult for me to hold her breast through the neck of her knit top. I slipped my hand out and immediately found the hem of her top and slid my hand up under it, she letting me slide it up, and then my hand found her breast again, and her hand found my cock again, able to hold it better in her warm hand, moving again as we watched Sandy's hand return to my waistband. With no belt, it was easy for her to undo the hooks, opening my trousers completely. I knew the tip of my cock was just under the elastic of my jockey shorts, but it was hidden from view by my shirt. Vivienne's hand squeezed him as she snorted softly when she saw that Sandy wanted to undo the lower buttons of my shirt, making it clear that she wasn't yet finished with her assistance. As she unbuttoned them, I slid my hips forward a bit, and Vivienne clutched my cock, now holding him and moving her hand more confidently, making him surge again without my help. She must have known that Sandy still wasn't finished, but when she saw her fingers find the elastic of my shorts, she still exhaled a soft "oh!"

At that moment the music stopped. Vivienne's hand stilled and relaxed slightly, and my fingers, too, and also Sandy's, just hooked inside my elastic, as we all waited for the next record to drop. 

"Hmm," Vivienne snorted softly in the sudden silence.

"Um-hmm," I agreed and spread my fingers to hold her whole breast.

The record dropped, and we continued to remain still, waiting for it to start playing. I made him surge in the silence, and Vivienne nodded slightly and held him a little more firmly, and finally the music started again. I squeezed Vivienne's breast, and she squeezed him and began to move her hand again as I squeezed Sandy's breast and then found their nipples again, that had both softened during our pause, but they stiffened immediately as I played with them, and when I rolled and pulled at them, the girls' thighs twitched, and my cock did. 

Then Sandy seemed to remember what she was about to do before the music stopped, getting a better grip on my elastic. As she started to pull it down, Vivienne nodded on my shoulder and let the cloth slip under her hand, but she still gave a surprised "oh!" when he sprang up into her hand as Sandy freed him completely. For a moment she just looked at him with her fingers extended, and then held him tentatively, just with her finger tips, moving them slightly on the skin of his shaft, and then moving it, snorting slightly when he surged again, and then letting her fingers slide around him, holding him in her warm palm.

"Um-hmm," I encouraged her and made him surge.

"Hm-hmm," she chuckled softly and rubbed her thumb on the edge of his head, making him surge again, doing it again and murmuring an "um-hmm" when she recognized that that made him surge, and I agreed with my own "um-hmm." She nodded slightly and slide her hand up and explored in his groove with her fingertips and discovered the sensitive place behind his head, making him surge, and then again and again as she rubbed there, apparently enjoying her ability to make him do that. Then a clear drop appeared at his little slit.

"Oooh!" she remarked in surprise, and then found it with her fingertip, enjoying spreading it around, and the second drop that oozed out as her thumb and other fingers moved slightly in his groove.

When a third drop appeared, Sandy let go of my shorts and caught it, herself, and brought it up to her mouth. 




Sandy Ch. 06



"Oh!" Vivienne remarked, sounding more surprised this time, but when Sandy's hand had returned to my shorts, this time turning and slipping inside them so she could fondle my balls, Vivienne encouraged another drop to appear, and did the same as Sandy had done, tentatively tasting it at first, but then putting her finger in her mouth. As her hand found him again, she murmured - like all the other girls had:

"That's good," sounding a little surprised, and then she held him again and began to move her hand again, now apparently finished with experimenting. Sandy fondled my balls, chuckling softly, as we all watched Vivienne's hand on my cock, and I encouraged her when he surged by murmuring "um-hmm."

"I better do something," Sandy murmured, and slipped her hand out and began to undo the rest of the buttons of my shirt.

"That far?" Vivienne asked softly, obviously recognizing why she was doing it.

"I hope so," I replied, eliciting a snort from her. Sandy pushed my shirt aside and then returned her hand to my crotch, but not putting it back in my shorts. After a few moments of watching Vivienne's small hand moving on his shaft, she murmured:

"Let me help."

"If you want," Vivienne murmured. 

Sandy's fingers found his head, and their hands moved in unison as Sandy's experienced fingers rubbed the right places. I squeezed and pulled on their nipples with an audible sigh, pulling in time with their hands - and in time with the music, I recognized. He began to surge more frequently, and then I began to join in with aroused moans as my breath got shorter, and my hips began to twitch.

"Good!" I managed to pant out, and then I started to come as I gasped, the first couple of ejaculations proving that Sandy had been right to unbutton my shirt - high up on my chest, making Vivienne flinch with her head, for a moment forgetting to move her hand, but Sandy's continued, partly on top of Vivienne's and she immediately clutched him again as he spurted three or four more times and the last dribbled down on Sandy's fingers.

I cupped their breasts in my hands, just holding them as I caught my breath. Vivienne snorted, and then snorted again, and said:

"You were right. ... That must have been good."

"It sure was, ... thank you."

"Um-hmm," Sandy agreed cheerfully, and let go of him, turning her hand to keep it from dripping. I knew immediately what she wanted to do, and as her hand moved towards her mouth again, Vivienne did too, asking in a surprised tone:

"You want to?"

Sandy already had, just nodding in reply.

"Oh!" Vivienne responded as she watched Sandy and then followed her hand back down to my stomach, seeing her catch another drop, and remarked softly - not a question:

"You really like it."

"Um-hmm," Sandy agreed, almost apologetically, and licked her fingers again.

"Oh. ... I didn't really believe that - in the book." 

She looked down at the white blobs on my chest and asked softly:

"And others do, too?"

"Um-hmm," I murmured with a nod, and she raised her head to glance up at me, and then looked back down and touched one of them with a finger. I added:

"One of them said it doesn't taste worse than beer or oysters."

"Hmm!" she snorted strongly as her finger tapped in the creamy liquid. Then she snorted again and chuckled, murmuring after a moment:

"I didn't like them the first time I had them either," and then tasted the moisture on her finger. I squeezed her breast.

"Hmm, ... funny, strange, ... hmm," and she looked up at Sandy and me, and then looked back down and swiped up some more - more on her finger - and tasted it again, this time taking longer before she snorted again, and then after a moment, murmured to herself:

"I didn't think I would ever do this," and then snickered and looked back up at us with a wry smile and asked:

"You wanted me to?" and glanced at each of us. After a moment, Sandy answered:

"Yeah, I guess, ... sort of. ... And you seemed curious ..."

"And you missed the weekend you had planned," I remarked, adding: 

"... and I guess we wanted to help you overcome your Catholic schooling."

"Oh, Sandy told you about that?"

Um-hmm."

"Hmm!" She grinned at us and sat up, my hand sliding down from her breast as she replied:

"Yeah, I guess so, that I need a little help. ... Hmm! They certainly didn't tell us about this ... not to do this." She dabbled a finger in another drop and stuck it in her mouth, grinning while she looked at us.

The music stopped again, and there was a break in our conversation, but this time Vivienne broke it immediately, commenting:

"That was funny, before, how we just stopped, waiting for the music to continue."

"Um-hmm, ..." I agreed, and Sandy nodded, but we all still waited again in silence. I slid my hand around Vivienne's side and back up to her breast, and she nodded with an appreciative smile.

After the next record dropped, Sandy also sat up, leaving me in the odd position of sitting exposed between them, which seemed to occur to both of them as they looked down at him and snorted. And then the music started again.

"But we haven't done anything about your missed weekend," I said and squeezed her breast. She snorted with another smile, and glanced down at him with another snort as she replied:

"Maybe that's Sandy's fault; ... she should have thought about that before."

Sandy snickered - her blouse was completed unbutton, hanging just over the tips of her breasts. I flipped the hem of the near side, revealing her nipple, that popped out. She glanced down at it and snickered again and said:

"I did, but I didn't know ... well, I just said the first thing that came to hand ... I mean, to mind."

Vivienne and I and then Sandy laughed at her slip of the tongue.

"Well, you've certainly done a lot about my Catholic schooling already. Just look at us."

"Um-hmm," I agreed, glancing at Sandy's bare breast and down at myself and then catching Vivienne's eyes doing the same as I rubbed her soft nipple, that responded as I noticed out of the corner of my eye that Sandy moved, and glanced back at her and saw that she had freed her other breast, both nipples exposed and a little aroused. Vivienne took it as a hint. With a little snort, she crossed her arms in front of herself and grasped the hem of her top, pulling it up as she remarked:

"You wanted to know what color they are," then they appeared, and her head disappeared for a moment as my eyes focused on her aroused, light beige nipples. 

They really were perfect on her, right in the middle of her small breasts, whose form reminded me of those on Renaissance paintings, but not so pale. Probably like Martha's had been when she was fourteen - it suddenly occurred to me. Vivienne smiled at me when her eyes came back into view. She shook her hair and dropped her top behind her on the sofa and repeated:

"Just look at us."

"I am," I replied with a smile: ... lovely," and glanced at Sandy, and saw that she had shrugged her shoulders out of her blouse, also sitting half nude. It didn't seem that the question of what to do about Vivienne's missed date had been settled yet.

"I guess I should take mine off, too," I remarked and sat up. Both of them immediately helped me, pushing my shirt off my shoulders as I put my arms back to let it slip down them, letting Sandy pull it free as I raised my ass slightly. As she shook it and laid it aside, I thought that if they wanted my shirt off, I had better remove my shoes, and leaned down and untied the laces and started to take them off.

"What do you have in mind?" Vivienne asked, but her hand on my shoulder suggested that she didn't think it inappropriate that I did.

"I don't know, but since you wanted me to take off my shirt, I figured my shoes should go too. ... What would you like ... uh, ... for me to have in mind?"

I sat up and looked at her, and saw her nipples stiffen. She slid her hand over my shoulder and down on my breast, remarking:

"Yours are bigger than mine."

"But not nearly as nice." She moved her fingers and held it, adding:

"I don't know. ... Should I have anything in mind?"

"Um-hmm, ... you should," Sandy encouraged her.

"Like what?"

"Like wanting him to ..."

"Letting me kiss you breasts, ... for a start," and I brushed one of her nipples with the backs of my fingers.

"Unn! ... but what about Sandy?"

"I can share, ... this once, ... maybe, ... 'cause of last weekend, ... and for Friday night."

Vivienne didn't say anything, but her aroused nipples suggested that they liked my suggestion, and Sandy's hand stroking my back seemed to confirm what she had said, but I was at a loss how to continue. We needed to be in her bedroom, and images of being with Pam and Sukie, and Martha and my sister passed through my mind. I brushed her nipples again with both hands and smiled at her, continuing to rub them for lack of anything to say.

Vivienne was letting it feel good as the tips of her nipples rippled against the backs of my fingers, smiling at me absently with heavy eyelids as she hummed softly when she exhaled.

"'For a start,' ... 'for last weekend,' ... really?" she murmured.

"Um-hmm."

"And Sandy?"

"She can join us."

"Um-hmm. ... Hm-hmm. ... She got us here, ... like this."

"Um-hmm, good." 

Sandy stroked my back again in agreement, and Vivienne murmured:

"Um-hmm. ... I was all aroused."

"Me too."

"Hmm!"

"I want you to be again, ... as much as I was."

"Mmmm!"

"But not here."

"Um-hmm."

"I'll carry you."

"Um-hmm."

I felt Sandy's other hand on my trousers and felt sure that she understood that I needed to take them off when I stood up. Vivienne let me gather her up in my arms, putting her arm around my neck - she was lighter than I had expected - and then shifted our weight forward so that I could stand up. There was no reason to wait to start by kissing her breasts, her mouth was right there. I raised her up a bit, and she tilted her head back. Her eyes were closed, but her lips were slightly open with the tip of her tongue between them, and then immediately touching mine as our lips met. 

And then I was too engrossed with our kissing to be fully aware of what Sandy was doing, but I had been right: my trousers dropped around my ankles, and when I shifted my weight and raised one foot, it slipped easily free, and then the other, while Vivienne's tongue's eager movement confirmed that she wanted more than just a kiss, and I did too - he did too - again. Sandy's grasp of my shorts made me wait for them to also drop, and again I easily stepped out of them, and then slowly carried Vivienne towards the bedroom, continuing our kiss.

It was darker in her bedroom, the curtains almost closed, and her bed was also still closed, and I was naked, and she still had her skirt on. As I slid my hand down her back, she seemed to understand, holding me with both arms around my neck - holding herself, so that I could find the fastening of her skirt, nodding slightly when I did, and then sucking and caressing my tongue while I concentrated on loosening her skirt.

Then I was aware that Sandy had silently joined us and was opening the bed. I held Vivienne again with that arm and lowered her legs, having to stoop a bit until I felt that she was standing, still with her arms around my neck. Her skirt didn't drop immediately like my trousers; she let me push it pass her hips, and nodded when my hands slid back up onto her panties. 

Hmm! Silky woven material, sliding a little on her firm hips - I had only see ones like that in advertisements. I slid one hand down and found the lower hem with no elastic - yes, like those in the ads. Vivienne nodded slightly again, as though she liked that I appreciated that her panties were special, and held me a little closer with her arms, her breasts touching me and my cock touching her and then sliding up as she felt him and pressed her hips closer, snorting slightly when she felt his tip slide onto her bare skin. I held us closer, and we kissed again as I rubbed the silky fabric on her bottom and felt her muscles tighten when she rocked her pelvis up, holding him tight between us. Then my thumbs slid up to the elastic, catching it, and she nodded again as our tongues caressed. I drew her panties down, the silky cloth sliding down her flat stomach, past my balls.

Then we were both naked - and only had one thing in mind. Oh, somewhere in the back of mine, I wondered about Sandy, who had been so helpful, but only to dismiss the thought as I recalled that I had promised to start by sucking Vivienne's breasts. My hands slid down under her firm ass, and I easily drew her up, helped by her arms around my neck, still kissing as her head was level with mine and then until we couldn't as I slid her higher against my body, and she drew her legs up to clutch my waist when my cock slipped past her crotch. 

She clung to me with her arms and legs as I got a better grip under her and then lowered my head. She loosening her hold, so that I could find her aroused nipple, and then pressing her breast to my mouth as I sucked and licked her stiff nipple, and then her other one. The fingers of one hand slipped deeper under her, finding the firm spot behind her pussy, and then finding the back of her lips, and further - all moist - and her pelvis moved. Shuffling my feet past her skirt and panties, I approached the bed. 

How were we going to do it? Oh, like with Sandy the second time, sucking her breasts - where was she? - and then I wanted to taste Vivienne's pussy - I hoped she hadn't washed after going to the bathroom - and then ... really do it!

Still holding her nipple, I turned and sat down. As I laid back, Vivienne got her feet out of the way, lying on top of me and letting me resume my attention to her breasts - and to her pussy. When I started to draw her up, and began to move us further onto the bed, she seemed to understand, drawing her knees up, and then when I drew her hips up further and got my hands under her thighs, she nodded with an "um-hmm" and supported herself with her arms and moved further up - on my chest - and then, at my urging, she moved her knees past my shoulders, raising her hips so that I could see her pussy for the first time: an attractive, small patch of dark pubic hair that was soon tickling my chin, and then my nose, as I raised my head to find her with my mouth. She sat up and turned it up to me, and I held her hips, guiding her to lower herself as my tongue found the moisture between her engorged lips, and I could relax my neck as she pressed her pussy down, sighing with a soft moan as my tongue began to explore.

If she hadn't done it like this before - just letting men to it to her as she lay on her back - she sure had understood quickly about doing it this way - maybe a picture in the book? I couldn't remember.

Mmm! It seemed so delicate as my tongue discovered it - like the rest of her - but no less aroused or sensitive to being aroused as she pressed her opening on my thrusting tongue, and then ground her clitoris against my mouth when I found and sucked and nibbled on her swollen little clitoris, making her moan. Could I make her come this way? Did she want to wait to find out? I slid my hands up her sides and around, finding her hands holding her breasts. She immediately guided mine to them, encouraging them to hold them, and then to hold her nipples as my mouth continued to enjoy her pussy.

Oh, I felt hands on my thighs - Sandy! She wanted me to spread my legs, and then I felt her arms outside my thighs, and then her breath on my cock, and then her warm mouth all around him! 

"Mmmm!" I hummed loudly in Vivienne's pussy, and she liked that, and it was easy to hum as Sandy's experienced tongue aroused me. Did she expect that I could come for her and then again with Vivienne, who seemed unaware of Sandy's presence? I tried to concentrate on enjoying and pleasing Vivienne, hoping it would distract me from what Sandy was doing. 

Vivienne's responsiveness helped; she wanted me to scratch and pinch her nipples, not hesitating to use her own fingers between mine to show me what she liked, as her pelvis rocked to show me where she wanted to feel my tongue, and then jerking slightly each time it returned to her clitoris. And then she only wanted it there, clutching my fingers to pinch her nipples and urging them to pull on them, harder than I would have by myself, as she moaned erratically, about to come, from my experience. And I was just as aroused, wanting to rock my hips and thrust him in Sandy's mouth. But then she let him slip out and dug her fingers into my tight sack, her fingernails scratching and gripping in my skin. 

Relieved that I didn't have to worry about coming, myself, I did everything I could for Vivienne, and she wanted it, beginning to gasp between her moans, and then her pelvis started spasm against my mouth, and I felt her spurt ... and again - sweet love juice! - and again! It was so gratifying! I wanted to have my cock in her sweet juicy cunt! Was she on the pill? Oh? Yes, I had seen two sets of pills when I was looking for the razor.

I let go of her nipples and slid my hands down her ribcage and raised her off my face and murmured: 

"Now the other."

"Um-hmm," she confirmed and rose on her knees and dropped forward on her hands and crawled backwards. I extricated my arms from between her thighs, and she moved further. I had forgotten about Sandy; she had disappeared without my noticing, and then I guided him to Vivienne's dripping cunt. When she felt him in the right place, she lowered her hips onto him as I thrust him up.

"Ahhhg!" she gasped as he slurped deep in her hot hole, sounding almost as though she could feel him in her throat and was gagging, and then, still resting on her hands, she began to fuck. She had obviously done it this way before, rising up and then driving him deep into her with a pleased groan each time, but more as though she were starting again, rather than continuing her first orgasm. I felt I was more aroused than she was, but didn't want to have mine yet and then try to have another one with her. Then in the dim light I saw Sandy standing naked beside the bed behind Vivienne, holding her pussy and breast. I held Vivienne's hips down on mine and murmured:

"Not so fast; getting there is half the fun."

"Un-hnn," she responded in the guttural tone of her groans and relaxed, resting the weight of her hips on mine. I slid my hands up to her breasts and urged her to sit up.

"Uhnn!" she snorted as we felt him press against the front of her vagina and then looked down at me. Her expression changed, and she nodded slightly, and then with a silent snort smiled slightly and murmured:

"Getting there is half the fun. I already got there once. Hmm! ... That never happened before ... like that."

I surged my cock in her to remind her where he was, and she snorted again, as I said: 

"I'm glad. I loved it."

"You must; you did it so good. ... Hmm, I kind of forgot everything."

"We forgot everything," and I made him surge again. She chuckled and rocked her hips, and I moved mine slightly, and we both did it again as I squeezed her breasts.

"Oh, Sandy! I completely forgot about her. Where's she?"

I was expecting that Sandy would respond, but she didn't. Vivienne added:

"This was sort of her idea, ... 'sharing'."

"Um-hmm, 'sharing'."

"Hmm, ... she sure has let me," and she moved her hips again:

"... and still is," and snickered softly with a smile as she moved them once more.

I saw Sandy nod in the now almost dark room and replied:

"She probably wants to get there too." Sandy nodded more vigorously.

"You think so? ... How?! With us?"

"Um-hmm, ... like you got there."

"Oh! ... Can you."

"I can try."

"Oh, like with those girls? You did that?!"




Sandy Ch. 06



"Um-hmm," and I rocked my hips under the weight of Vivienne, who responded with a soft chuckle and then said:

"If you want to, ... and thinks she does."

"She does," Sandy murmured and moved into Vivienne's field of view.

"Oh, you're there - here," and she turned her head to look at her, asking: 

You do? With us? Sharing?"

"If you don't mind?"

"It was your idea to share."

Sandy smiled and put her hand on Vivienne's shoulder, and I let go of one of her breasts and ran my hand up and down the inside of Sandy's thigh, and then rocked my hips again, Vivienne quickly responding as all three of us hummed with smiles, well, I did, and assumed that they did in the dark. Sandy didn't need any more encouragement. She put one knee on the bed, finding my shoulder with it, and then swung her other leg over me, with her feet on the pillow.

"Like that? Yeah, I guess," Vivienne remarked softly.

"You're going to have to help," I told her, and then Sandy was lowering her pussy to my mouth as I heard her say:

"I will too."

I rocked my hips up, and Vivienne rocked hers back and forth on my cock, as I helped Sandy move her hips forward a little so that I could explore the length of her already aroused pussy, wondering how much she had been arousing herself while she had been watching Vivienne and me. I slid my hands down from Vivienne's breasts to her hips and encouraged her to keep moving, and she did, rocking her pelvis back and forth, moving my cock in her, as I enjoyed rediscovering Sandy's pussy.

Hmm? I felt someone's hands on my chest, finding my nipples. Vivienne's, she had leaned forward, tracing little circles around them with her fingers. Did she want me to do that? She didn't need my encouragement to rock her hips, now moving them with a constant movement that felt real good for him. I slid my hands up and found her breasts, and felt her nod and with my fingers, her deep "um-hmm." 

Oh, Sandy's hands had joined Vivienne's on my chest, spread over them. Then I felt her thumbs and little fingers slide in and hold Vivienne's hands and then begin to draw them up towards my neck, up between her thighs. What did she have in mind? Then their hands left me. My tongue was just lapping by instinct as I wondered what Sandy was doing. Then Vivienne stopped rocking her hips, and I heard Sandy murmur:

"Yes, that feels good," and I felt another "um-hmm" from Vivienne, and then there was a moment of silence.

"I like that," Sandy murmured.

"I do too," Vivienne whispered, as though she were ashamed to admit.

"Uhnn!" Sandy gasped softly as her pelvis moved, reminding me to show more interest in her pussy, and I did, hearing Sandy say more distinctly:

"You know how that feels, what he's doing to me. Uhnn!" and her pelvis twitched again. I squeezed Vivienne's nipples and moved my hips, and then she started rocking hers again as she agreed less bashfully with a chuckle:

"Hm-hm-hmm, ... um-hmm, it does, ... that did, ... and this does.

"Uhmm! It does!" and Sandy twitched again.

And then for a few moments we just enjoyed aroused each other, and being aroused, the girls exchanging and joining in short, pleased-sounding chuckles and brief aroused moans:

"Hm-hm," "Hm-hm," ... "Mmm!" and Sandy twitched, and I pulled on Vivienne's nipples. "Um-hmmm," she responded and then with a moan like Sandy's when I rolled them and pulled harder, and with an extra jerk of her hips that felt good. "Um-hmm," Sandy agreed: "uhnn! Like that." "Um-hm," "Um-hm." Then I pinched and pulled Vivienne's harder again, and she must have done the same to Sandy's - both their hips jerked as they both moaned: "Uhn-uhnnn!" "Hm-hm," "Um-hm, ... hm-hmm," "hmmm."

Then I felt one of Sandy's hands on mine, wanting to hold Vivienne's breast. I let it and slid my hand up to Vivienne's neck and on up to her chin, and then offered her my finger to lick, and she did, then letting me put it between her lips, and she nodded her head forward on it, sucking and licking as she took it in her mouth, like she would a tongue when kissing - or a cock. When that occurred to me, I moved it in and out a little, and she sucked as though she wanted more of it, nodding her head again to have it, sucking and holding it to the roof of her mouth with her eager tongue, drawing it a little deeper with each in and out movement of her tongue in rhythm with the rocking of her hips, now a little faster.

Did she recognize what she was suggesting she could be doing - moving a cock in her mouth the way her hips were moving him in her vagina? I knew Sandy must. Her pussy wasn't getting much attention during all of this, but I knew she was having enough enjoyment at having gotten Vivienne to hold her breasts, and now to be holding one of hers, and now they could share - the magic word - that. And they did, Sandy taking her other breast from my hand. 

I hoped Sandy's showing her what she liked to have done to her own nipples would be appreciated and returned. It seemed so; Vivienne forgot my finger, her tongue relaxing and mouth opening slightly when she gasped. Now I could concentrate more on their pussies, and they liked that; Vivienne's hips moving more insistently, and Sandy's then with a slow steady motion as they both moaned deep in their throats, encouraging me and each other. I held Vivienne's hips and encouraged her to move them even more as I sucked and nibbled on Sandy's clitoris, and she pressed it down, murmuring:

"Oh yes, like that!" Then she murmured again:

"You want to feel that, too? ... What he's doing?"

"Um-hm," Vivienne replied hesitantly.

"Do it, ... or shall I?

"If you want to."

A moment later I felt the back of Sandy's fingers on my pubic hair, moving as they found Vivienne sensitive little knob, and felt her twitch with an audible gasp as her pussy clutched him, and then her hips were jerking as fast as they could, and Sandy's seemed to be infected by Vivienne's arousal, almost jerking too much, making me nod my head to keep my mouth on her, and my own hips began to twitch as Vivienne's vagina tightened on him again and again. I felt the girls lean towards each other and slid my hands up to Sandy's breasts, discovering that Vivienne was no longer holding them. 

They were both moaning incessantly as I grasped her nipples and then felt more weight on Sandy as Vivienne began to fuck up and down on my cock, making me come with a spasm of my whole body as I spurted the first time and then again and again in her grasping cunt, and then felt her come, spurting all wet around my cock, her love juice flowing down on my balls, and Sandy must have felt it with her fingers, too, sliding them down and touching my cock with her finger tips as she continued to rub Vivienne, and then she started to spurt - Oh, her sweet pussy juice, all over my face!

So good! And so gratifying to know they were both having their orgasms! And lasting longer than mine, Vivienne still riding and clutching him - sweet pain! - as I continued to meet the motion of her hips, and Sandy let me taste more of her juice.

Finally they stilled, their moans subsiding as they just gasped. I turned my hands and gently found Vivienne's breasts and then slid them up to find that she had her arms around Sandy's neck. I gently urged them to fall to the side, and they dropped down onto the bed, still embracing; I could feel Sandy's hand slide up and around Vivienne's side.

We lay there for several moments. I found my slippery cock with my hand, lying on my wet pubic hair, and then my wet and slack balls, massaging them. I wondered what Vivienne was thinking. Whatever, she had certainly had a good orgasm, ... and had wanted it - both ways - whatever feeling she might have about all three of us doing it together.

I gently disengaged myself from their legs, they seemingly taking no notice of my movements, and got up in the dark. Like that night with Pam and Sukie, I stumbled on Vivienne's clothes, and then found my way to the bathroom, quietly closing the door before I turned on the light and washed myself. I left the light on and went silently back to the bedroom. Hmm, I smiled to myself, they were now lying together with their backs to the door and Sandy's arm over Vivienne, apparently cupping her breast in her hand. For the present, certainly, she wasn't having a problem about that kind of intimacy; all girls wanted to be held after they had made love. I thought they were asleep, but then heard one of them murmur "um-hmm," and the other respond, and then Vivienne whispered:

"Next time I want to watch you."

"Um-hmm, I do too."

Then they were silent. I assumed that they must have noticed the light from the bathroom. It didn't shine directly in the bedroom, but they must have assumed that I was around somewhere, but they just lay there in silence - like a painting of two young women that I remembered. Unconsciously, I fondled my slack cock and balls as I enjoyed the view of them, recalling that it was a painting by Courbet. 

Apparently they didn't want to be disturbed. It was later than usual, but seemed inappropriate for me to get dressed and just leave them - or get dressed and say goodnight with them still nude and like that. I left them and found my way to the kitchen to turn on another indirect light and then gathered up my clothes, chuckling, and opened up Sandy's sofa bed as quietly as I could, deciding that at home I could explain that I accompanied a girl home from the athletic club as an explanation for my late return. The records had all played, the pauses between passing unnoticed after we moved to the bedroom. To make my presence more obvious, I put the needle on the top record and waited for the music to start before returning to the bedroom with my clothes.

They were still lying as before, but when I entered the room, Sandy removed her arm from Vivienne and rolled on her back, smiling slightly for a few moments, apparently enjoying letting my eyes peruse her nudity. Then her smile increased a bit and she said:

"I didn't think you could really do that - both of us ... that I could, too. It was great."

"Um-hmm, it was," I replied with a nod and smile.

Vivienne nodded and then after a moment agreed softly:

"Um-hmm, it was," and then rolled back, partly on Sandy, and then shifted herself so that she could roll over to face me, silent for a moment as she looked at me, silhouetted against the light from the bathroom, then propping her head up on her arm and glancing down at Sandy's body and then at her face before she added:

"Hmm, ... I wasn't thinking at all, ... just as well, maybe."

She smiled a bit wryly and looked down at Sandy's and her own nudity again, and then at me - at mine - and remarked:

"Just look at us. If I had thought ... of anything, I wouldn't have believed it could happen, ... not to me, not with me, ... like in the book. ... Hmm! To hell with my Catholic upbringing!" She snorted again.

"Um-hmm," Sandy and I both agreed.

Vivienne smiled again wryly, looking at each of us with an "hm-hmm," and then asked:

"Did you want us to?"

"Sort of, I guess," Sandy replied, looking over at her as I nodded:

"... well, I really only wanted you to hold him, ... at first, ... but then, of course, ... well, you know what happened."

"No one wanted to stop just there," I added:

"... and it would have been unfair ..."

"It sure would have been," Sandy agreed cheerfully."

"Hmm, I guess so, ... it certainly wasn't unfair to me, ..." Vivienne agreed with another snort and smile:

"but I never thought I would be doing it with another girl, - Hmm! - helping each other."

"Good thing you weren't thinking," I remarked with a chuckle.

"Um-hmm, maybe, ... but I don't quite know what to think now."

"Maybe that it was just real good, ... at least I hope it was," Sandy suggested.

"Oh, it was that, ... thank you, ..." and she smiled at me, and then, with a snort, at Sandy:

"but never like that, both ways," and she snorted again.

"Maybe you didn't let them," Sandy suggested, adding:

"Till a couple of weeks ago, I didn't know about that - hm-hmm! - or that I could do it to him ... both ways."

Vivienne snorted and agreed:

"Yeah, that too. Maybe you're right, ... yeah, probably, ... I just didn't let them - my Catholic upbringing - feeling wicked enough just doing it, ... letting them do it. ... Yeah, I guess that's the way I was feeling: sure, I wanted to, but wanted them to ..."

"Take the responsibility," I butted in, adding: 

"Okay, it's all my fault."

"And mine," Sandy enjoined, grinning at me and then just smiling at Vivienne.

"And then mine too, ..." Vivienne added with her own smile at both of us: 

"for having enjoyed it so much."

"I hope so, ..." I agreed:

"but now I've got to go. You'll have to settle that between yourselves. Can I turn on the light?"

They both nodded, and I did, the light blinding us for a moment, and then we looked at each other, smiling as we took in each other's nakedness until Vivienne remarked with a snort:

"I never saw a naked man just standing there in the full light, ..." and she snorted again:

"or a girl, ... since that time in the shower at school."

As I started to find my clothes, they sat up on the bed, watching me start to dress.

"You may feel funny sitting like that when I get my clothes on."

"I won't," Sandy replied with a grin.

"Then I'll risk it," Vivienne commented with a snort, but when I looked at her as I zipped up my pants, her nipples tightened. She smiled wryly, glancing down at them and then covering them with her hands as she remarked:

"You were right, ... with you looking at me that way," as she rubbed them with her palms and then with a snort lowered her hands.

They followed me to the living room, where I put on my shoes. Vivienne smirked and asked if I didn't want my t-shirt from the bathroom, adding:

"I guess when I saw it, that kind of tipped my thoughts about what might happen, ... at least about letting something happen."

"Hmm," Sandy snorted with a grin and remarked:

"The last time you thought anything," and snickered.

"Yeah, something like that," Vivienne agreed and chuckled with a smile.

"You can keep it then, ... if it gives you thoughts like that," I replied, and we all laughed.

Then I was dressed and had my jacket and held out my arms and embraced them both, holding them together against me. After Sandy put her arms around Vivienne and me, she put hers around Sandy's and my waists, remarking:

"This is a little funny," and then I kissed them both - and they me - equally good.



Sandy Ch. 07



Maybe too much talking in this chapter for some readers, but after Vivienne's letting everything happen to her, Sandy has to tell me how she later responded. Then we have to talk more about whether she will want to again. We don't talk much the evening we are together, however, too busy using our mouths to arouse each other.

And then I was on my way, again wondering what they would be doing: finishing the wine, of course, maybe a beer and talking. It seemed as though Vivienne had accepted what happened - what we had all done - at least as long as I was there, and probably talking with Sandy, but maybe alone in her bed - her quite moist bed to remind her - her Catholic upbringing wouldn't just "go to hell" as she had said. But she had whispered to Sandy about wanting to watch us "the next time," but that thought - her first one again? - might have been still under the influence of cuddling with Sandy, something else that might bother her, but she had put her arms around us, holding us both closer when we all kissed, and letting Sandy also feel how she had pressed her hips against me when we did. Oh, Sandy could offer to let her share her bed, ... but it seemed unlikely that she would agree to that ...

A lot of wondering as I walked home. Then I remembered my story about accompanying a girl from the NYAC back to her place - an apartment, or hotel? Hotel, a visitor to New York - no further implications, and more believable than escorting a girl home who lived in the city. And her presence in the club could account for a longer supper with me and my friends. Hmm, luckily my parents only knew them by name, since they had begun to wonder about my irregular training schedule.

Then I was home, apologizing for being late with my story, which was accepted as the gentlemanly thing to do. My sister had already gone to bed, luckily, since she might not have been so convinced. 

Later, in bed - holding myself, not that he needed any more that evening - I was still wondering about them: if Sandy needed to reassure Vivienne; if she was having misgivings about what had happened, or really had wanted it to happen - she had taken off her bra. Oh, and Sandy had told her enough about me and Pam and Sukie to give her the idea that something could happen with all three of us - and it certainly had! Maybe the upbringing of her Catholic schooling really was only a veneer that she had managed to peel off as easily as they had agreed that they could forego bathrobes. I hoped so; it wouldn't be easy for Sandy if she had to deal with any serious misgivings. Well, I would hear more from Sandy - was there some place we could have lunch and talk besides eating hot dogs? And if it all turned out all right, what would happen "the next time," ... or between them until then? ...

The next morning, too curious to wait till lunch to hear what Sandy would tell, I started a little earlier than usual and went over to the avenue she walked to work, hoping to find her at least before she entered the building. She must have read my mind, wanting to tell me, too, and anticipating that I would choose her route. She didn't know exactly where we lived, but I found her waiting for me a couple of blocks down the avenue, grinning when she saw me.

"Oh, that's great; I hoped we would meet, and that was great, too!" and she grinned again.

"It sure was. What happened after I left?"

"Oh, it went fine, but I was a little worried ..."

"Me too."

"... that Viv would suddenly feel all different about it, and maybe she did, a little. Her first remark after you closed the door, and we looked at each other, both still nude, was: 'Oh gosh! That really happened?! We really did that?!' 'Um-hmm, real good,' I replied. She snorted and then smiled kind of funny and agreed: 'It sure was, but, ... well, I just don't know; I wasn't expecting anything like that,' and she snorted again. 'But you expected something?' I replied: '... I mean, you sure didn't act like you didn't want anything to happen.' 'No, I guess not. Hmm! Let's finish the wine and salad.'

"So we did. While we were in the kitchen, she admitted: "Yeah, I wanted something to happen, just a little, thinking about you two getting it Friday night, and wanting it myself on the weekend. Hm-hmm, it wouldn't have been that good, but two nights. Hmm! He may be surprised if we get together again. Yeah, I was horny and feeling deprived, ... and I guess after the weekend - our talking and being more open. But I really did make the salad so that you two wouldn't have to go out.' 'A good idea, thank you, ...' I replied: 'but it worked out much better the way it did, sharing it with you.' 'Hm-hmm, but that really didn't occur to me. You two just make it seem so simple. I guess I still have some hang-ups about it, ... but it is too late now.'

"We'd already finished the wine and got a couple of beers before we sat down. Of course, that was funny for her, still both naked, but it didn't seem that she was going to let that bother her, just snickering slightly as she looked at me before we started eating. 'Yeah, I guess,' she murmured to herself, and then smiled wryly as she glanced up at me and then back at her plate, continuing: "Yeah, I guess ..., maybe I have been sort of fooling myself, ... trying to believe that it has to do with love. Oh, sure, I really knew that it wasn't, but, ... well, ... I guess I was always trying to think it should, ... trying to make an excuse for just wanting to.'

"'Maybe, ...' I agreed: 'and not being able to just enjoy it.' 'Yeah, something like that. .... Hmm! Not like you, just being able to have fun playing with him, making it good for him. You were lucky that you learned to do that right from the start with that first boy.' 'I sure was, ...' I agreed: 'but I never thought about it that way till now. Yeah, I was lucky.' 'And then you wanted me to hold him - hmm! - I've wanted to before, but never dared, ... and then what happened; and I was wondering why you unbuttoned his whole shirt! Oh, and that too, ... and I tasted it too! I really did! ... And you really like it, want to do it to him?'"

Sandy grinned at me with a nod as she continued:

'"Um-hmm, ...' I replied: 'like "playing" with him, it's just so good to know how good it is being for him - knowing better than ... the other way.' I didn't want to use a word for it. 'And they do it to us - well, he is the only one that has done it to me.' Viv smiled with a chuckle and agreed: 'He sure did, ... to both of us. By then I wasn't surprised at anything - at least at that moment - thinking that you were being left out.' 'Oh, I wasn't, ...' I assured her: 'well, maybe until then, a little.' I didn't want to tell her what I had been doing while you were ..., you know.'"

Sandy had dropped her voice as we joined people waiting for the light, and we both snickered softly. As we walked on again, she continued:

"By then, it seemed that she was pleased with everything that had happened, and her next remark confirmed it. She glanced up at me a little shyly and murmured: 'Oh, and then ..., yeah, ... you put my hands on your ... breasts. Maybe I already wanted to - holding his ...' Both our nipples had popped out when she mentioned the word after hesitating to use it, or after admitting that she wanted to. 

"Anyway, she went on: 'Yeah, I wanted to, when you did - like with that girl in the shower. And, of course, I knew that you wanted me to, and knew why.' She smirked at me and added: 'We know why.' 'Um-hmm,' I agreed with a snort and returned her smirk. Then she looked surprised and said: "Oh, and then you really helped me! Jeez! ... Well, it was good, and what I needed just then.' She snorted with a brief smile and added: 'But I guess you knew that.' 

"'Um-hmm, of course,' I agreed, reminding her that I had suggested she do it herself. 'Did you? Yeah, I guess, but I'd never have done that with a man there,' and she snorted again and added: 'Maybe next time; ... hope he won't be upset.' 'He won't, ...' I replied, thinking about you and emphasizing the 'he.' 'Hmm!' Viv snorted again, as though she had understood my implication, and then snorted a second time with a little smile."

"Next time?" I asked.

"Maybe. We didn't settle that. By then we had finished eating and drinking and cleaned up. Hm-hmm, and then had to wipe our chairs, some of yours on hers." 

We both snickered, and then slowed down as we approached our office building to let Sandy finish her story.

"Then we washed ourselves - and took our pills - and went to bed. I heard Viv's surprised 'Oooh' when she felt the cold wet spots ..."

"Three times."

"Um-hmm, ..." Sandy nodded with a grin: "we both slept naked, just smirking this morning. Oh, she is flying this evening, coming back Thursday." 

She looked at me knowingly with smile - maybe a cocksucking grin, it occurred to me as I suggested that we wait till the next day. She looked disappointed, but nodded when I explained that I really had to train, if only to have some sweaty laundry, that we would both just have to manage for ourselves. She snickered slightly and agreed - as though she were changing the subject as we were entering the building - suggesting that she would do some reading that evening, but her glance indicated that she was talking about the same subject.

Then we parted, agreeing to meet with the others in the cafeteria for lunch.

Pleased that Vivienne had admitted enjoying the previous evening, I didn't have to dwell too much on what had happened or might happen. At lunch, someone mentioned seeing that we had arrived together. Without blushing, Sandy explained that we had just happened to meet. When someone else remarked that we had missed the Friday evening bar session, I explained that I had had to join my family, and Sandy said that she had had a date with a friend from her home town, adding that she expect that she would be visiting friends on the coming weekend. I assumed that she was hoping something else would work out, and her wink when we were clearing the table suggested the same.

That evening, I got home earlier than usual, demonstrably putting my things in the laundry. My sister thought it was a good opportunity to play scrabble again, inviting our parents to join, but they begged off, so there was just the two of us in the library. As I expected, she immediately asked why I had come home so late the night before, accepting my story with a doubtful sounding "really?" I thought about giving her a hint by mentioning that I had really accompanied two girls back to their "hotel," but didn't; she wouldn't be happier by having her curiosity piqued, already knowing that some evenings I wasn't training, making it easy for her to imagine only too correctly that I hadn't the previous evening. We each won a game, and then she went to bed. I returned to my parents, and my father asked how my work was going, and then we went to bed.

Of course, I was thinking about Vivienne and Sandy, and wondering if she was thinking about me, doing the same thing - maybe Vivienne, too? There was a lot to think about, prolonging my enjoyment. What else was there in the book that Sandy would find interesting? I could only recall anal sex, wondering if she would want that. I didn't need that, but if she wanted to ...? Vivienne certainly wouldn't, but I wanted to see her pussy. Would that bother her, making love while it was still light? Oh, and Sandy probably would want to see it too, not just see it; she had made that pretty clear. Vivienne would have to really stop thinking to let that happen! 

If something happened Friday evening, how would it start? Not like with Sandy and me, just getting our clothes off immediately and starting. But I sure knew what she would want to do first, the next day, and on Friday - if it happened: Sandy had told her so nicely why she liked to do it. Would Vivienne be curious enough to want to try? She had said that she wanted to watch us - maybe thinking of that? Sandy and I wouldn't have a problem about showing her. But how would it start? Would she and Sandy have become so agreed that something would happen that we could just join her in the apartment, maybe our starting with a shower, and she would join us, or just take off her clothes too? Maybe after a first cocktail, I could help her, like the second time with Sandy. I bet she looked sexy in her French-style underpants; she looked sexy without them, after I turned on the light in the bedroom. That was sweet, the way she had covered her breasts as I was getting dressed, and then we were all in the living room - but I hadn't really looked at her, we had just become accustomed to seeing each other. I certainly would next time: her tan nipples on her neat little breasts and her neat little patch of pubic hair. Funny, whatever they had looked right on each of them - not just Sandy and Viv, my sister, Martha - had she done it with her brother? - my tutee, and Pam and Sukie, oh, and my Diotima, with hers shaved. That probably would look good on all of them - Pam had wanted to - but the variety was just as attractive. 

But if Sandy wanted to do it to me - wanting to enjoy knowing how good it was for me - what would Vivienne do? Just watch? Oh, I could eat her, like with Pam and Sukie, while she watched Sandy. Maybe she would want to lean down and try it. Oh, that would be good, their taking turns - real good! - wondering who was going to get it. It should be Sandy, able to lick him on the best spot, and maybe Viv would be upset if I came in her mouth.

So in my fantasy, I came in Sandy's. She would have liked it. It almost shot in my own mouth. I tasted what I could gather from my chin and chest and stomach. Hmm, Viv had tasted it and not complained. Maybe she would want to again before she dared to try doing it, maybe later in the evening when it wouldn't be so much. I hoped so. I rolled over on my side and freed my loose sack from my thighs and fell asleep.

The next day at work, Sandy grinned when we saw each other, but later mentioned that she had hoped to meet me again on the way to work. I had remembered to bring my electric razor and used it at the end of the day. When we met outside the building and set off, she snickered and showed me what she had in the small Bloomingdale's bag she was carrying. She had also been preparing for the evening; it contained her pantyhose, bra and panties, neatly arranged so that I could recognize them. She snickered again at my surprised look, and I did too as she closed the bag and whispered:

"I wanted to. I feel a little naked, ... right here on the avenue. I had to cover my top in the building. Feels sexy, feeling my skirt moving on my bottom. I hope no one can see."

"Hm-hmm, I bet, like once when I was just wearing Bermudas; nice, all hanging loose."

"Yeah, I bet. Hm-hmm, what if you'd gotten aroused?"

"I didn't, but it would have been a problem, ... more of one than your top."

"Hmmm!" and she grinned at me and then asked:

"Who were you with?"

I almost answered: "my sister," already having started the M, but quickly changed to say: "Martha," thankful that her name started with M.

"Um-hmm. I bet we would have had fun together."

"Um-hmm, I am sure we would have. She said that she wanted to know what I like."

"Hm-hmm! I do too," and she grinned at me.

As we approached the bottle shop, I asked if I should get anything, but she said that she had the previous day, snickering, and snickering again when I asked when I would be able to take her to dinner, replying:

"Not anytime, ... until next month, if you know what I mean."

I snickered with a nod and then suggested that she walk on ahead and let me check if I could see that she didn't have anything on under her light skirt. She snickered and agreed. I couldn't tell, wanting to be able to, but her ass didn't seem to look any different from those of the other women on the street, whom I all assumed had on their underwear. When I caught up with her, she feigned disappointment that I couldn't tell, but I consoled her that I knew and had lovely image in my mind of her naked ass under her skirt. Then she noticed that I had shaved, and stroked my cheek with a grin and said that she was looking forward to feeling it somewhere else.

Both snickering, we walked on and I said:

"Vivienne was right, we make it seem simple."

"Um-hmm, it is ... with you, like with my first boyfriend, more curious about doing it than in love, ... and better than the times I thought I was, ... maybe a little like Viv."

"Um-hmm," I agreed, recalling my conversations with Martha and my tutee about "making love" and wondering if Sandy and I had so much experience or were of such like mind that we both could do with less emotional involvement, recognizing with a little pang that I still had more affectionate feelings for Martha. We walked on in silence, exchanging smiles.

Waiting for the elevator - out of sight of the doorman - I rubbed her ass, a very nice feeling, moving her skirt on her naked bottom. She smirked at me with a grin and nod, and then a snort as I started to gather up a little of her skirt, letting it fall as we got in the elevator, but then immediately gathering it all up until I had my hand on her bare ass and saw her nipples tighten.

Then we were in the apartment, and it was like before: stripping off our clothes, and then she ate me to our great mutual satisfaction, and then I ate her, relishing her orgasm. And then she wanted to fuck, and we did, sitting up, taking our time. I sucked her breasts, and we kissed, exchanging movements, chuckling when she held him and when he surged, and then I was rubbing her asshole, making her purr, until she reached down between us started rubbing her clitoris, and her asshole was asking for more of my finger, and she was clutching it and him and began to growl as her fingers moved nervously, and then she started to come, spurting as her pelvis jerked, and she came for the longest time, one long continuous orgasm with recurring peaks of intensity, making me come twice as she panted and gasped but wanted to continue, finally riding up and down for a final peak.

We collapsed with her lying heavy on top of me. It must have been a couple of minutes before we moved, she rolling off me and cuddling for a long time, almost dozing.

When we had recovered, we washed a little and had a beer, talking in the kitchen.

"Did anyone ever tell you you fuck good?" Sandy asked with a smirk.

"No one with enough experience to really know."

"Hm-hmm! I thought I did, but maybe you a right."

"You do too, real good, and not just fuck."

"Thanks, but I learned that all with you, ... so you must be good, ... and doing it with those two girls. That must have been good."

"Not better than with you and Vivienne, ... well maybe, since they did it together."

"I bet. I would like that, being eaten and screwed at once."

"Or having two people eat you."

"Did they, you do that?"

"No," I replied as I recognized that I had been recalling Martha and my sister, and got around the question by explaining:

"But I later thought that would be good, too."

"Hm-hmm, it sure would be, but I guess there isn't a way to do that for you."

"Probably not, and it wouldn't be any better than what you can do by yourself."

By then, we had finished our beers and taken a second one back to her bed. Before they were finished, we were eating each other, nice and leisurely, stopping to tell each other how good it was - doing it and what the other was doing with their mouth and fingers - and then doing it some more until we both came. We washed again, washing each other's hands. As we returned to the living room, Sandy asked what I thought about "doing it that way." 

I told her that I didn't think it would be any different for me, maybe an interesting experience, but more for the girl. She snickered and agreed, saying that she had read about it in the book, but couldn't really imagine that it would be good, but then snorted and said that we both seemed to like to feel it there. I agreed, snorting and saying that I only liked it when he was in her mouth or pussy. "Or when your tongue is in my pussy," she added with grin.




Sandy Ch. 07



Still standing, we finished our beers and got fresh ones and returned to her bed. When we had settled down, I asked:

"What about Vivienne? "

"Do I think she wants to do it again? I don't know, but she didn't sound like she didn't want to. This morning we didn't talk about it. You mean Friday?"

"Yeah, I was thinking about it last night ..."

"Doing what I was doing?" and she smirked.

"As good as I could, ... real good. I didn't know in whose mouth I wanted to come."

"Mine, I hope."

"Yeah, I was afraid Viv might be upset by so much and not want to finish."

"I would have."

"I know, that's why it was 'real good'."

"Mine was just good. I can't do everything you can."

"My good luck," I replied, realizing again that some conversations about sex repeat themselves.

"Um-hmm, and mine too, learning that from you. Before, I could do it as good as anything I had experienced with a male."

"And Vivienne, Friday? I can't see us just coming here and all jumping into bed."

"Me neither. I thought about that a little, too. I just can't see us coming back and taking a shower together - with or without her - and she taking off her clothes to join us."

"Nope, me neither, nor you asking her if she wants to - at all - or how she would envision the evening starting."

"You're so right!"

We sipped our beers in silence for a minute or two.

"I'll just have to play it by ear, ..." Sandy remarked:

"Maybe something will work out, ... or maybe it won't."

"My offer for dinner still stands."

"Hmm, that would be the worst solution."

"But something to eat right now would be a 'good idea."

"Um-hmm, something to chew."

"Besides my cock and your nipples."

We smirked at each other and got up and went back to the kitchen. We looked in the refrigerator and found most of a dozen eggs and ham and cheese and pepperoni sausage, which suggested an omelet to me. Sandy liked my suggestion, and I did my best, also finding some fresh parsley. When she wondered at my using six eggs, I told that the Germans thought they increased a man's sex drive and that "eggs" in German was an expression for their balls.

She liked that:

"Oh, that's good, not that you seem to need any more. How many times did we do it?

"Once each, twice - together - really three times; you made me come twice, and ..."

"Oh, that was good. Mine counted at least for twice, too."

"and then eating each other again, four times. Maybe I do need some eggs."

Sandy smirked with a snicker and remarked:

"But then you have to do it again."

"I don't know if they work that fast."

"I'll help."

"Then stir my eggs while I cut up the ham and sausage, ... just don't beat them."

Sandy grinned and fondled me for a moment and then snickered and said:

"I wonder how they would taste if we made them with your ... 'milk' and my 'water'?"

We laughed, and I replied:

"I'm sure we would like them. Next time, but then you're going to miss out on a portion."

"Hm-hmm! And you too."

"Not really; you always come more than I can capture, and I'll still have fun making you."

"Me too. I wonder how much it can be."

"Enough to scramble eggs."

"Really, you think so?" 

"Enough to stir my eggs."

"I think I will beat them," and with a snicker Sandy applied her fork vigorously to the bowl of eggs."

"Ouch," I responded with a chuckle, and she grinned at me as she stirred them even faster, but then slowed down.

While the omelet was cooking, Sandy fondled me again, without much effect, and then with a grin dropped to her knees and sucked him into her mouth, almost all of him, sucking and licking, distracting me as I turned the omelet, eventually getting a response from him as it was almost done.

"Supper's ready," I remarked as I turned off the stove. Sandy nodded and grasped my cock, letting him slip from her mouth and pulling down on him to help herself stand up. She gave him tap, making him wag as she said:

"I just wanted to know if he still could. I just love that."

"I do too, but now you can eat something else."

"Smells good."

And it was good, nice and spicy with enough ham and sausage to chew. We finished it quickly, Sandy saying how much she liked it. We finished our beers with a "skaal," and I was wondering what we do then and asked Sandy. She grinned at me and replied:

"I don't really need to do it again, but I'd love to finish what I started before in the kitchen."

"Hmm, the omelet wasn't enough to satisfy you. You still want to stir my eggs."

She smirked with a nod and agreed:

"Something like that, ... if you want?"

"If you want to, it would be impolite to refuse, ... and a hard offer to refuse."

"I do."

"You may have to start all over."

"Oh, that's good," and she grinned and stood up.

"Where?"

"Just turn your chair, here."

I did, and she came around the table and knelt down as I slid my hips forward, and then a little bit more, in case she wanted to find my asshole. 

"Um-hmm," she nodded with a smile, as though she understood as I leaned back and watched her fondle my slack sack and balls. She picked him up by the loose skin and shook him back and forth, glancing up at me with a smile, then licking her lips before she lowered her head, sticking her tongue out to raise him into her mouth, her warm lips closing around him, and then she sucked him into her mouth, burying her nose in my hair, just holding him warm in her mouth. She knew he wouldn't let her hold so much of him for long, and he didn't. She hummed in recognition as he began to grow, holding him gently with her teeth.

"Ummm, that feels good, so warm and intimate, knowing you love to hold him."

Sandy nodded, humming again, making him grow more, pushing against the curve of her palate. Slowly she had to let some of him slip from between her lips, her teeth scratching gently, and then she began to move her tongue on him.

"Ummm! I just love that - he does - you're spoiling us. I hope it takes a long time."

Sandy nodded with an "um-hmm," and without seeing her lips I could see that she had smiled. She drew her head up a bit so that she could explore all around him with her tongue, circling his head with it. Her fingers were holding and rubbing the skin of my soft sack. The tip of her tongue found his little hole.

"Can you taste him yet?" She shook her head with an "Hn-unn".

"That's good. He just wants to enjoy what you're doing. He's kind of lazy and likes to be spoiled. Sandy snickered in her throat with a nod and sucked him deeper, and then kept nodding slowly.

"Yeah, like that. ... Mmmm!" and he twitched.

"It's kind of unfair; you can do absolutely everything he wants - hmm! - but my tongue can't, for you." She added a quick nod to her slow movement on him as her fingers continued to massage my sack and balls. When he twitched again, her fingers dug into my sack, and she again drew her head up so that she could lick around him.

"You can taste him now?" She nodded again as her tongue caressed him, and then let him slip out of her mouth - all shiny with a drop oozing out his hole. She looked up at me with a smile and another nod as her fingers rubbed and pulled my tight sack. Licking her lips, she replied:

"Um-hmm, yes, good, a lot," and smiled again as she looked back down at him and licked up the drop, making him surge.

"You want to fuck?" I offered.

"Hm-umm, I want this," and she licked him again, this time holding him down with her other hand so that she could lick all around him.

"Are you sure?"

"Um-hmm. I don't need any more - tonight," and she glanced up at me with a snicker and moved my balls in my softening sack, gathering them into her palm and scratching behind them and then scratching as far back as her fingers could reach as she smirked and added:

"I'm going to do that, too."

"If you want to," I replied and shifted my weight to one side and reached down and pulled the other cheek of my ass to the side. Sandy snickered with a nod and "um-hmm, and asked:

"I wonder what it's like with ..." - she glanced down and moved my cock - "the other kind, ... you know?"

"Martha wondered about that, too. She was planning to find out. That's the way most of them in Norway are."

"Hm-hm-hmm! I think we could have had fun together with her."

"I'm sure, ... she was curious too."

"Hmm! Pity she's gone home. I'm going to have to wait ... and not just for my boyfriend to return."

"It really won't make much difference after you start. ... That was Martha's idea, before you ask me how I know."

"Hm-hm-hmm! I was about to." She moved him again, and this time his head wobbled back and forth. She looked down at him and remarked:

"But maybe like he is now ... or will be, if I don't start again."

And she did, first licking around his hole and then sucking him deeper into her mouth, sucking and licking and then beginning to move her head again. Her fingers crept back to my asshole and found it, rubbing over it. I tightened it and made my cock surge, and Sandy nodded in response, finding its center when I relaxed, pressing on it and moving it.

"Um-hmm, that feels good," I murmured, and she did it some more, chuckling softly when it tightened again and he twitched in her mouth, and then pressing deeper when it relaxed, making it move in a reflex, now holding her finger tip, and then it seemed to draw it deeper, tightening and relaxing as she wiggled it.

"Uhnn! Yes, like that, ... un-hnn!" I murmured at the arousing sensation, my cock surging as it tightened on her finger.

"Uhnn! You know just how that feels."

Sandy nodded with an "un-hnn" and moved it more. My stomach drew in as my pelvis twitched, thrusting him up into her mouth and my asshole forward on her finger. And then I was just gasping and moaning as my pelvis rocked up and down, helping her arouse me both places. 

It was so good! Taking so long! Almost too good, too good to bear, the sensation of her moving finger and eager mouth, trying to meet the movement of my hips as she sucked - panting slightly, herself, with little moans. She wanted it as much as I did! And now clutching him tightly with her other hand, like her aroused pussy would; she loved to be fucked in her mouth and to have it, to know how good she was making it for me, wanting the proof of my pleasure!

With a loud groan, I gave it to her. I don't know how much, but she didn't stop until she was sure she had gotten it all. Relieved, I relaxed, and she raised her head, looking up at me with a satisfied little smile as she removed her hand.

"I hope it was as good for you as it was for me, thank you."

"Um-hmm. ... Hmm, I wonder which one is raunchier, wanting that?"

"Me, I want to do something else raunchy in the shower."

"Hmm, ... and if I want to, too?"

I stood up and helped her up as I replied:

"Then you're some kind of a real raunchy, cocksucking, ... fucked-up female."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Maybe I am, ... but not without your teaching me."

"I guess so, but you wanted to learn."

"Um-hmm. ... I've got to go to the bathroom."

"That's what I hoped, me too, now that he can think about other things."

"He can think?"

"Not very much."

By then we were in the bathroom and in the tub. Sandy snickered when I dropped to my knees and asked:

"You really want to, want me to?"

"Um-hmm."

And she did, her pale stream arching out, warm and almost tasteless after our beers. I followed it upstream until I had my mouth on her, catching it with my tongue and then finding her lips and clitoris as her stream died down. Her pelvis moved, turning it up to me and then turning down as she said:

"Don't start that; making you come turns me on." 

I stood up and started to go, holding him up to splash on her. She snickered with a grin and dropped to her knees and let me direct my stream in her mouth, holding it open for a moment and then closing it to swallow and then opening it again as she glanced up at me, then swallowing a couple of times more before I finished. She snorted with a smile as I helped her to her feet, remarking:

"We are raunchy."

"Anything that has to do with it," I replied, recognizing again the repetition of earlier conversations.

"Yeah, I guess. Really didn't taste like much."

"The beers."

Then we washed each other, thoroughly, but not embracing. As I was dressing, I recalled my t-shirt and asked Sandy what Vivienne had done with it.

"I don't know. Do you want it back?"

"No, I was just wondering. I gave it to her."

"Yeah, I remember, your telling her she should have it, 'if it gave her thoughts like that.' Maybe I can ask her, ... and see if it does."

"Yes, that would be good, a 'good idea'."

Sandy grinned and nodded, and then we embraced and kissed, holding her naked body to my clothed one, and then I was off again in good time, thankful for the walk home to have time to separate all the sex from home life. But my thoughts were about the sex most of the way.

Sandy and I sure had developed a routine that was centered around sex, not that we didn't enjoy each other's company without it, it just hadn't happened, even when she had had her period - the first evening with Vivienne. And we had both wanted it from the start: my suggesting our showering together, and her having anticipated that we would by making up Vivienne's bed. Vivienne had suggested that she could use it. 

That was an interesting thought, now that I knew her better - the contrast between her Catholic schooling and her more liberal assumptions about Sandy, and her more liberal attitude when the opportunity occurred. Maybe she would be looking forward to it happening again!? She had said so - "watching you" - while they were lying together. And like Sandy and I had discussed before that about having gotten to second base, ... we quickly had again. Vivienne had seen that coming - my t-shirt, and her removing her bra. And then we had been safe at third base and made it to home plate. Unless she went out Friday evening before we came back, she would certainly not be seriously adverse to something happening again. What - and how?

I had to leave these thoughts at the door to our building, quickly envisioning the interior of the NYAC and training areas where I was assumed to have spent the evening. My parents and sister greeted me, my father suggesting that I must be getting in pretty good shape from all the training. I demurred, afraid to glance at my sister as I explained that we weren't really working out that hard: "just trying to keep in shape after the inactivity of the office." 

I could imagine my sister's thoughts about what part of me was in what shape, but she didn't do anything to suggest her thoughts. Good girl, I really owed her something for controlling her previous outspokenness, but that thought wasn't so good, since it immediately occurred to me the one thing she would really like. She was engrossed in a book, so we all spent the rest of the evening reading.

As usual, I fell asleep wondering what would happen Friday evening.

Thursday morning, I again went over to the other avenue and saw Sandy waiting for me, nearer than where I had met her Tuesday morning. She grinned as she came towards me - not with Martha's easy stride - and then we greeted each other with a little kiss - just a little more than a peck - and continued together.

"Oooh, that was good!" she almost whispered.

"It sure was, thank you. I got more than you did."

"Hm-umm, I got what I wanted, ... and felt like I wouldn't ever need any more - hm-hmm! - until this morning when I woke up."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Yeah, something like that."

We chuckled and walked on in silence for a couple of blocks, both of us apparently feeling in complete agreement on that subject. Yes, definitely, I thought when Sandy took my hand and scratched my palm with a smile, just holding it until I scratched hers in return, both of us snickering softly as we continued in silence. After a light and the crowd had thinned out, I asked:

"Any new ideas about tomorrow?"

"No good ones - and you?"

"Not really, just an extension of the one about second base - now home plate."

"Hm-hmm! I understand. Yeah, that would be good, ... make things easy."

"Um-hmm, if she doesn't disappear before we arrive, ... well, she must expect ..."

"Um-hmm, that we assume ..."

"Yeah, something like that, so if she doesn't ..."

"I'll say that you insist on taking us both to dinner."

"Yes, I do. ... If she wants to make another salad, well, now she knows what the obvious possibility is, what she'd be suggesting."

"Hm-hmm! I like that, ... I hope so. ... Oh, I should buy some more eggs. Hm-hmm!"

"And beer. Good thing you had so much yesterday. I'll get two bottles of wine tomorrow."

"Good idea," and Sandy smiled at me, and then we walked on until we were at our building.

The rest of the day went uneventfully. All the talk about Friday made it obvious that we had nothing planned for that evening, and Thursday evenings were becoming my evening at home.

I greeted my mother and sister, who seemed delighted about something. My father wasn't home yet. I went to my room and changed, recalling that Sandy was also probably arriving back at the apartment, hoping that her conversations with Vivienne would be positive. When I returned to the living room, my sister revealed why she seemed so delighted, saying that Martha had written her:

"... - us - but it was addressed to me. Do you want to read it? Mother thought it was nice that she didn't just forget us after one farewell letter. But, of course, I wrote her back." She gave me the letter, and I sat down. For a moment she stood there as though she wanted to watch my expression, but then moved to sit down, herself.

Martha's letter was addressed to her, immediately asking her to pass on greetings to "your parents and brother," and then telling about what she was doing and writing that she hoped that my sister was having a good summer. It all sounded harmless until the point when she returned to what she was doing: "Oh, I finally got to visit my brother in his student's room. It's nice, small, but all his own. I'll be carrying his laundry back and forth to home for him, so we'll be seeing each other regularly in the future, which we think is very nice. He likes to know all about what I did in America, and there just isn't enough time to tell him all at once."

Then she closed with more greetings to us all "and thanks again for everything."

My sister was watching me when I folded the letter, and as I rose and returned it to her, said:

"Wasn't that nice?"

"Yes, very."

"I thought so, too," our mother agreed and asked:

"How old is her brother? They seem to get on well together."

I was about to reply, but luckily my sister did first, so that I didn't have to suggested that Martha and I had talked so much.

"Just a year older, she told me. The other one is older."

"That's nice, being so close in age."

When my father returned, pleased to see me, we had dinner, and then my sister and I played backgammon in the library: fast, loud games, slapping our pieces on the board and challenging each other verbally when we could remove one of the other's pieces. Suddenly while she was throwing her dice, I noticed that she had undone two buttons of her blouse. I had already noticed that it was an old one that fit a little tightly across her breasts, so with two buttons open, it spread and revealed her nice cleavage. 

She snickered immediately when she saw that I had noticed, just hesitating for a moment before making her move. She grinned at me and fingered the next button while I threw my dice and wondered if she would really dare undo another one with our parents sitting in the next room, also wondering how to tell her to button up again, and moved my pieces. She didn't undo it, just smirked and said that I had missed a move that could have sent off one of hers, and she started her turn. 




Sandy Ch. 07



After a moment's look at the board, she grinned at me and sent off two of mine, grinning at me again as she fumbled at the button again, making it pop open, revealing the center of her bra - and more of herself. As I was about to say something, she snickered and said innocently:

"Oh, that wasn't supposed to happen," and buttoned up two of the three buttons as she smiled at me, adding softly: 

"I wondered if that would work, but I had to wait until you noticed."

This time, she smiled more sweetly as I noisily threw my dice. I couldn't make a move, and complained loudly and then whispered as she threw hers:

"That's cheating."

"I know; I just wanted to try it."

"Vixen!" 

She just grinned and went on to win the game, the last one. We returned to our parents, who asked who had won. I replied that I hadn't counted. My sister grinned and said:

"But I did. I won more than he, and really beat him the last game.

"Button up your blouse, dear," Mother said. As my sister did up the top button, Mother added:

"I don't think you should wear that one any more; it's a little too small."

"Yes, Mother," she replied and then said that she was going to read in bed. After she had said good night to our parents she turned and winked at me as she bid me good night and then went off.

I started to read the paper, but then remembered that Sandy must have been talking to Vivienne and found myself rereading paragraphs to try to follow the articles with thoughts about them distracting me, also wondering about Martha and her brother. Did she really want to with him? Would she find a way to confirm that in a letter? If she wanted to? So that just my sister and I understood? The letter would be to her. 

My thoughts didn't change much after that one, just returned to Sandy and Vivienne. I was turning the pages of the paper just to keep from staring at one for too long. Finally my parents suggested that it was bed time and we went to our respective rooms.

I decided to try not to think about Sandy and Vivienne; I had done that two nights before, and any variation on that would just increase the disappointment if we ended up going to dinner. Instead, I tried to recall if maybe I had come as many times with Pam and Sukie as I had with Sandy, either that Saturday afternoon or the next morning. It was difficult to remember, and I didn't think so, but it was fun trying to recall everything we had done.

After breakfast the next morning, I was more curious than just looking forward to meeting Sandy again; she could have bad news. This time she was waiting at the downtown corner of the street I took to her avenue. Her broad smile, however, suggested good news, tempered, however, a bit by her first remark after we had greeted each other, again with a kiss.

"I don't think we will have to go to dinner, but I'm not sure. It was a little funny. When I came home - with more beer and eggs ...," she grinned at me:

"... and some other groceries, she was in the shower. I thought she would have been home longer, but there had been a delay. So after announcing that I was home, I quickly dumped the groceries and got undressed, figuring that a little nudity would be a good start, and she knew that I always showered when I got home from work, so that wouldn't be unusual."

"And after last weekend ..."

"And Monday evening, yeah. So she was just a little surprised when I came into the bathroom like that. By then she was drying herself, but then said: 'I guess so; I sort of forgot - not really - ...' and she smiled: "just the old routine of coming home and not thinking about anything much,' and she smiled again with a snort and added: 'I remember, ...' and she snorted again: "especially with you standing there ... like that.' 'I didn't mean to surprise you, ...' I replied: 'just my routine, too.' That wasn't quite true, of course, but I noticed that she didn't have her bathrobe in the bathroom, suggesting that her 'old routine' when alone didn't include it."

"That's nice ... to know."

"Yeah, that was what I was thinking. So then I showered. When I came out, she was wearing shorts and a shirt and smiled as she saw me and asked if I wanted a beer, remarking that I had bought some. 'Yes, please,' I replied and told her to find the cold ones. When I joined her, she asked about the beer, and I told her that we had drunk several Wednesday evening. She snorted with a smile, and we drank, and then she said: 'You two don't miss a lick. Tuesday evening, too?'"

I snickered at Vivienne's remark, and Sandy glanced at me with a grin and continued:

"Hm-hmm! Yeah, that's what I did, too, and then Viv realized what she had said and snickered, herself, and said: 'Well, I didn't mean it that literally,' 'Just Wednesday,' I replied, and we both laughed and had another drink from our beers."

"We sure didn't, ... you, especially. Sounds good."

We both snickered, smiling at each other as Sandy went on:

"Yeah, I thought so, too, and thought it would be a good time to mention that you were coming over again tomorrow - today - and told her. She looked thoughtful for a moment and then said: 'Maybe I should make myself scarce this time; three's a crowd.' 'He didn't think so,' I replied and took a drink, watching her. She snorted with a slight smile and then also drank and agreed: 'I guess not, ... but you might have.'

I chuckled with a nod. Sandy glanced around and lowered her voice:

"Oh, when I said that about you, her nipples popped out."

"How flattering. What did you say then?"

Sandy snickered more than before, grinning at me for a moment, and replied - again sotto voce: 

"That you hadn't missed a lick, so I hadn't either. Viv laughed out loud, and I was chuckling at my successful turn of phrase. She had a sip of beer and then snorted and said: 'I know what you mean.' We both almost choked on our next sip of beer, still having to laugh."

"That was good, a real 'good idea'."

"Um-hmm, but when we had recovered, she said: 'I don't know ...' 'If you want to "make yourself scarce,"' ... I said: 'he insisted that he take us both to dinner.' 'To be fair,' Viv suggested. "Yeah, something like that, ... he's had two of your meals,' I replied, thinking I shouldn't pick up on what she'd said with a reference to 'sharing.'

"Um-hmm," I agreed, nodding.

"But she did, it seemed, chuckling slightly and after a moment saying: 'Yeah, I guess,' and paused and add: 'Sounds like you two have been planning this.' 

"That bothered me - we had been." Sandy glanced over at me: 

"But I tried to explain my way out of it by saying: 'Not really. It's your apartment; you shouldn't feel - ever - like you have to disappear. It's kind of unfair that he and I have hit it off so well, using your apartment, especially after your weekend didn't work out.' She snickered with a quick grin and replied: 'Well, you sort of made up for that - he did - and you, "sharing,"' and she snorted. 'It wasn't any sacrifice,' I replied, and we both chuckled and drank, finishing our beers. I expect that she was also recalling her comments about not missing any licks."

"I hope so. I sure tried not to."

Sandy almost laughed at loud and then went on:

"Then she asked if we wanted another beer, remarking: 'I think I need another one, if we keep talking about this.' Of course, I agreed - for the same reason. Oh, we were still standing in the kitchen, so I got two more cans from the fridge while Viv got out some crackers. We opened our cans and drank and had a couple of crackers in silence. 

"By now it seemed clear that we were talking around the subject, both knowing what would happen if she didn't disappear first or insist on letting you take us to dinner."

"That could be interesting, too, all of us knowing we could be back in the apartment doing something else together."

"Um-hmm, maybe, but a sacrifice. Oh, she has her ... next week; I checked her pills."

"Hmm! Clever, does that ... - er - make her more 'interested'?"

"I don't know. ... Hm-hmm! I always am."

"I've noticed."

"Hm-hmm, I'm glad you have. I don't know, but at least she knows that she can't, ... if her schedule takes her somewhere where she could. ... Well, I guess she still could, but I don't think she would."

"Or he would."

"Have you done that?"

"No one ever asked me to."

"Yeah, I guess not; I don't think I would. ... Anyway, where were we?"

"In the kitchen with your second beers and eating crackers."

"Oh, yeah, and not saying anything - kind of funny after her suggesting that we wanted them if we were going to continue the conversation."

"Especially after her last comment, that was a direct reference to Monday evening."

"Um-hmm. Yeah, I was thinking about that, that we had gotten around to mentioning 'sharing' in that way - that she had really mentioned it, ... without saying that she didn't want to. Of course, I didn't expect her to come out and say she did."

"Of course not."

"Anyway, we just stood there, eating crackers and sipping beer, sort of as if to avoid talking, glancing at each other with noncommittal expressions. Yeah, she must have been thinking about it. Finally she said again softly, more to herself: 'I don't know,' and then asked what we wanted for supper. ... We're almost there. We didn't mention it again. She made conversation, talking about her flights, and after dinner, we watched TV."

"And this morning?"

"She just said: 'See you this evening,' but that is what she always says when she's not going to fly. I don't think she meant it to be ..., meant it that way. Then I was out the door. Maybe she thought about what she had said afterwards."

"We'll just have to see. See you at lunch."

After we had parted, I wondered if Sandy had noticed if Vivienne's nipples had been aroused again, maybe while they weren't talking, and then wondered how naked they had been together - or not - in the bathroom before they went to bed and in the morning. Maybe Vivienne hadn't gotten dressed yet before Sandy left.

During the morning, I was too busy to think about Vivienne. When I got to lunch, Sandy was already sitting with a couple of others, but there was a free seat, so I joined them. I immediately got the impression that one of the guys was interested in Sandy, maybe hoping to start something at the bar in the evening. After a minute or two, I recognized that she was playing coy, letting him do most of the talking, while I chatted with one of the girls. 

She wasn't one I would have normally chosen, based on her looks, but I learned that she was a scholarship student, working her way through college, and had gotten the summer job without any connections, in contrast to most of us. She also seemed to have a more interesting job, one that used her math skills, really doing productive work instead of the bits and pieces of helping that I knew most of us were being occupied with. 

Although she was very modest about what she was doing, it was obvious that she was making the most of her summer job, not just for the money but to put to use what she was learning in her math major. She knew that we all went to the bar on Friday, but didn't feel she could spend any money on that, which explained why she wasn't part of the social crowd. Although she seemed to appreciate my interest, indirectly it was clear that she knew we moved in different circles.

After lunch, it occurred to me how much most of the people I knew were on the inside track, even at Columbia. Of course, I knew some students who had scholarships, but only knew them superficially, hardly having considered what it meant to have to work one's way through college. With a lot more respect for them - and a little less for myself - I returned to my "bits and pieces" and spent the afternoon trying to justify my existence.

I was almost surprised when quitting time came, quickly clearing my desk and taking my razor to the men's room. Someone came in while I was shaving and grinned and asked if I had a heavy date. 

"No, just a heavy beard," I replied, pleased when he laughed at my answer, but by then my thoughts were all questions about what would happen that evening: would Vivienne be there? If not, we knew what we would do, but if she were - and we wanted her to be - what then? Would she this time insist on accepting my invitation to dinner? But she had sort of expected to on Monday, or unconsciously suggested an alternative. Anything less than insisting would be suggestive - even having a cocktail, putting on some music, especially. And she knew that our going to dinner would be a sacrifice - Sandy had told her. No, she had just said that to me, but Vivienne still knew it would be.

By then, I had put my razor back in my desk and was on my way to meet Sandy.

"Hi. Oh, you're going to be surprised!" she greeted me with a grin.

"Pleasantly, I hope," I replied, observing that she had taken of her panty hose and as if by accident let my hand touch her ass.

"I kept them on this time," she murmured, grinning at me, and went on:

"Viv called after lunch and suggested a compromise: if you buy steaks and wine, she'll make another salad. Of course, I said you would."

"I sure will. Hm-hmm. That still doesn't count as taking you out to dinner; we can do that next week."

"That's what I thought, too, ... you know."

"Um-hmm. What else do you think?"

"She must know what she's suggesting - I mean - we almost said so yesterday."

"That's what I was thinking while I was shaving: anything less than her 'disappearing' would almost be an invitation, especially her suggesting another salad; that's what was the excuse Monday, even if she didn't know it when she was making it."

"Um-hmm, it sure was, and the music. Do you think she will already have put on mood music before we arrive?"

"That would sure be a nice way to let us know. When we were picking records was when I first touched her, and then she went off and took off her bra; she can't have forgotten that."

"I still don't know how it will start, though."

"Well, I'll take a shower as usual ..."

"And I'll chat with Vivienne - with a drink. Maybe something will develop from that."

"I hope so. ... Oh, how was the girl you were talking to at lunch? No one seems to know her very well."

I explained what I had learned about her and my subsequent thoughts, Sandy agreeing:

"Yeah, she's right - you're right. It's about the same at Sarah Lawrence. I hadn't really thought about it either, the extra effort that scholarship girls are putting in. And some of them are pretty bright - of course, that's why they got one - but we don't give them much recognition 'cause they're not in our crowd."

I agreed, and then we walked on in silence. I bought two good bottles of red wine and the best steaks the store had, and then we continued in silence, the tension increasing as we approached Sandy's and Vivienne's building. In the elevator, I again fondled Sandy's bottom. With a soft snort, she gave me questioning smile and nodded with an "um-hmm," and then we were at their floor.



Sandy Ch. 08



Sandy's and my questions about Vivienne's expectations for the evening are soon dispelled. Dispelled isn't the word for it; all my fantasies are fulfilled and probably those of Sandy. Vivienne expectations can't anticipate what she discovers that she enjoys.

Sandy and I walked on in silence, the tension increasing as we approached Sandy's and Vivienne's building. In the elevator, I again fondled Sandy's bottom. With a soft snort, she gave me questioning smile and nodded with an "um-hmm," and then we were at their floor.

"Here goes," she murmured as she unlocked the door. Vivienne came out of the kitchen to greet us, also smiling a little questioningly as she said a little too casually and a little too formally:

"Hi, there you are. Good to see you again," as she looked at me.

"And you too," I replied, not sure what else to say as I noticed that her nipples were aroused for a moment -even through the pockets of her shirtwaist dress, that didn't look like something she would wear to go to dinner. Then I remembered my manners.

"Thank you for suggesting that we share the makings for dinner. That was a good idea," and I held up the bags with the wine and meat, adding:

"But it's still no substitute for my invitation."

"Maybe another time, thank you. I didn't feel like going out this evening."

Her nipples stood out again as she glanced at Sandy after her remark, together suggesting from what Sandy had told me in the morning that it was clear what she was referring to. Vivienne took the bags from me with a smile as Sandy replied:

"That's good. Do we want something to drink first? I'm going to take a shower."

"We can have martinis again," Vivienne suggested.

"They were good; let's" I agreed.

Vivienne smiled - this time more relaxed - and turned back to the kitchen as Sandy said:

"I'll get ready for my shower while you're making them. I'll be back," and turned to leave us.

"But put something on," Vivienne called to her and turned her head to smile at me again as I followed her into the kitchen.

"Of course," Sandy replied from the distance, and I almost thought that I could hear her snickering.

Vivienne start making the Martinis. I noticed that she had already put out a box of crackers and can of cashews and offered to open them. She told me where to find a dish for them, and then in silence we got things ready. Sandy returned in her bathrobe and said to Vivienene with a grin: 

"See, I can still wear it. Did you really think I would ..., I wouldn't?"

"I wasn't sure," Vivienne replied with a snort and poured the drinks. We took them back to the living room and had a first drink before we all sat down on Sandy's sofa bed behind the coffee table, Sandy sitting in the middle to my right. I had wanted to offer a toast, but couldn't think of anything to say that wouldn't sound too pointed. For a few moments, we sat in silence and had another sip and ate some nibbles. When Sandy reached for them, I could see her breast inside her bathrobe. Vivienne's silent snort and slight smile when she saw me looking suggested that she knew I could, but that didn't matter. When it happened again, Vivienne's nipples stood out, not Sandy's, the one I could plainly see. Still no one spoke as we sipped and nibbled, smiling a little at each other. Finally Sandy emptied her glass and said:

"I'll leave you two alone and take my shower now," and got up and slipped between my knees and the table. After she had left, Vivienne looked at me a little quizzically for a moment and then asked:

"Don't you want to join her?"

"I can wait. ... We can talk."

She smiled with a snort and replied:

"It didn't seem so."

"Um-hmm. ... Well, I think we can."

"Hmm! Maybe. This is a little funny, ... strange."

"How?"

We each took a better sip, almost emptying our glasses. I offered to refill them and did so, and then repeated:

"How? ... 'Strange'?"

Vivienne smiled a little wryly and had a sip, and I did, too, before she replied:

"I don't know. I don't feel like I'm myself, ... sort of like in a dream: seeing myself here."

"We can still go out to dinner."

"I don't want to. ... I want to; you know what I mean? Gosh! I don't think I ever said that before, told anyone that I wanted to, not even indirectly, you know; like suggesting he come up for a drink or coffee. That's what I mean: don't feel like myself. But I don't mind, ... it's just a bit strange."

She smiled at me and we each had another sip, while I wondered what to say, but I didn't have to; Vivienne continued:

"You know the thing I like about you ..."

"I wouldn't dare guess," I interjected. Vivienne almost laughed, but went on:

"... and Sandy; it just all seems so easy and natural, ... even with Sandy. Jeez, I didn't think that would ever happen, but it seemed all right, ... then, and I liked it, but afterwards I couldn't really believe it was me, ... like I said before."

"Um-hmm, yeah, kind of strange, ... maybe discovering what one really likes. ... Oh, we all must, just keep it hidden, ... or maybe buried under a bunch of admonishments: don't do this, don't do that, proper girls don't, nice boys shouldn't ...."

"Yeah, something like that. I heard a lot of those when I was a teenager."

She smiled as though she was pleased with my explanation, and we had a good sip from our glasses, as I considered that her remark confirmed my theory about girls' starting before they were told not to. When we had put down our glasses, I held my hand out to her, and she took it with a smile. I drew it towards me, and she nodded, letting me draw her shoulders closer.

"Come, sit on my lap," I suggested.

"Um-hmm," she agreed and stood up, still holding my hand, and came closer and turned and sat down. I put my other hand on her hip and drew her a little closer. She snorted:

"Hmm! I feel like a little girl; I don't think I've sat on anyone's lap since I was."

"That's a pity, you aren't. The last 'little girl' who sat on mine was my little sister."

"How old was she?"

"Fourteen."

"And she wanted to sit on your lap?"

"Well, she asked if she could, but she wanted to ask me a question."

"And had to sit on your lap to ask it? How old were you?"

"Sixteen. Not really, but then it made sense; she wanted me to show her how adults kiss."

"Did you?"

"With some urging. I didn't really know, myself, back then - just one not so good New Year's Eve kiss. We kiss on the mouth in our family, and after some discussion, ... - yeah, well, I was curious, too - she told me to close my eyes and pretend she was some other girl sitting on my lap, and then she closed hers and puckered up."

"Hm-hmm! So you did?"

"Um-hmm."

"How good?"

"Not very good the first time. She had heard that it was supposed to be more exciting."

"So then you tried again, ... better?"

"Yeah. She caught on too well."

"It was more exciting? With your sister, like that?"

"Um-hmm, ... like that."

"Hmm! I bet. I can remember the first time I heard about French kissing and thought it would be 'icky'."

"Um-hmm, her word was 'yucky.'"

"I bet she didn't after she had learned."

"How'd you guess?"

"Hm-hmm! Want me to show you?"

"I didn't think you'd asked. That's not why I asked you to sit on my lap."

"I'm trying to learn how, ... and this looks like a good time to start practicing."

"I thought we were talking about your not feeling like yourself?"

"We were, but I think I'm getting over that. I'm willing to work at it, if you'll help me."

Vivienne grinned at me and then closed her eyes real tight as she tilted her head.

Her grin relaxed the moment our lips met, and her tongue eagerly demonstrated that she didn't think there was anything "icky" about French kissing, but I knew that already. When my hand found her breast, she immediately helped me unbutton her dress, a bit of a struggle the way the buttons were oriented from the way she was sitting. After the first one, she sat up and used both her hands as she smiled at me with dilated eyes and murmured:

"I'm glad you didn't take a shower with Sandy. I needed this to get here. I was wanting to, but didn't know how it was going to happen."

"Um-hmm, me too," I agreed as I slipped my hand inside her open dress.

"Um-hmm, ... if we're going to, I may as well undo the rest of them. She snorted with a smile as I took the opportunity to straighten him out and replied:

"We are. I want you to scrub my back."

"Um-hmm, but now I want you to kiss me some more ... See, I'm learning."

She put her arms around my neck, and we did, and she murmured encouragement as my hand found her other breast and then slid down to her panties, sliding around her hip and down, finding the hem again.

"Um-hmm, the same ones," she murmured.

"I bet they look sexier than I first thought you were - than what you would wear. I want to see you in them and then take them off."

"Hm-hmm!" she chuckled with a nod as we started kissing again. When I happened to open my eyes, I saw Sandy standing naked by the bathroom door. She grinned and nodded.

"Sandy's finished, ..." I murmured: "Want me to carry you again?"

"Um-hmm. Hm-hmm! I bet she doesn't have anything on."

"You're right."

I got my arm under Vivienne's legs and with a lunge forward stood up and carried her to the bedroom and set her on her feet. She immediately started unbuttoning my shirt as I slipped out of my loafers, glad that I had thought to wear them instead of the dress shoes I usually wore with a suit. I took off my tie and undid my trousers, letting Vivienne slip my shirt off my shoulders. When it had slid down my arms, I took off my t-shirt, and then stepped out of my trousers, catching my socks as I did so. Vivienne smiled at me, her eyes dropping down to my shorts as she slid her dress from her shoulders. She hadn't undone the buttons at the bottom of the skirt and had to step out of it. She looked a little embarrassed as she watched me look at her, but smiled. She did look sexy in the panties, turning to toss her dress on the bed where my clothes lay, and giving me a nice profile view of her, before she turned back to me and said softly:

"You wanted to take them off."

"And you, mine."

"Um-hmm," she agreed and we stepped closer and found the elastic of each other's underpants and did, just letting them drop around our ankles.

"Hmmm, she purred as I stroked her ass and then held her closer. He had relaxed in the meantime, but she could feel him, her hands holding us closer for a moment, then she whispered:

"I've got to go."

"Me too. I'll go in the shower."

Vivienne snickered as we went to the bathroom. Sandy had discreetly disappeared, probably to the kitchen to have her second drink. Vivienne sat down on the toilet, chuckling as I stepped into the tub and turned away from her, but when I heard her start, I did, knowing she could see my stream, and heard her chuckle again before she said:

"I never did this before ... with a man, ... or saw one do it." Then she flushed and put on her shower cap and joined me in the tub, snickering as we faced each other, and I saw her eyes drop - to him, and then to yellow liquid around the drain, snickering again.

"Here we are," she murmured and drew the curtain closed.

We washed each other, she murmuring again that she had never done it as she washed him, and chuckling when I washed her pussy, and then was a little surprised when I washed her asshole, murmuring a soft "oh!" when my fingers first found it, but then snorted and smiled, seeming to enjoy it, and then asked:

"Should I, too?"

"If you want to. When it's clean, it's clean."

She did, chuckling as her fingers got a little bolder, rubbing it just a little longer than necessary.

"Feels good," I murmured.

"Um-hmm, I didn't know that. ... What are we going to do?"

I turned off the water, and she opened the curtain as I replied:

"I think I know what Sandy wants to do first."

"That? ... Taste it?"

"Um-hmm."

"And me?"

By then we were drying ourselves.

"You said you wanted to watch, but I won't miss a lick while you are."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Did she tell you about that?"

"Um-hmm! The best joke of the day."

Vivienne laughed, maybe a little nervously, but agreed:

"Yeah, that was good. You'd better ... not miss one. But then you've got to do it to Sandy, ... really."

"I will, and to you, too, ... if you ask me to."

"I will," and she grinned at me, and then looked more serious and added:

"Just listen to me - gosh! - the way I'm talking," but then she grinned again and said:

"I guess I am learning; I never talked like this before, but I said it, ... and I want to, ... want you to - not to miss a lick. Where's Sandy?"

We hung up our towels as she appeared at the door and said:

"Here, wanting to, too, and like he said," and she grinned at me and then at Vivienne and added:

"Or like you said: 'Like that, tasting it.'" Vivienne snorted:

"Hmm! If you don't mind my watching - I'm curious."

We all chuckled and went in the bedroom. Sandy had picked up our clothes and opened the bed, which had obviously been freshly made. If Vivienne had had any question about what would happen, she had prepared for this. I put my arms around their shoulders and drew them together in front of me. Both of them agreed with soft "um-hmms" and looked up at me expectantly as they put their arms around my waist.

"I better kiss you, too. I'm going to kiss Viv somewhere else," I murmured and starting kissing Sandy, who immediately sucked my tongue in her mouth and suggested what she would do to my cock, circling it and sucking, and then finding the tip of mine with hers, both of us chuckling slightly at the idea that she was thinking about his little hole. I felt her bring her hand up between us all, rubbing my chest and then turning her hand to find Vivienne's breast, who showed her appreciation with another "um-hmm," and then I felt her hand on my back hold Sandy's arm and her other one find Sandy's breast, whose tongue was now in my mouth, showing me how she would like him to move in her - when I did it to her "really", as Vivienne had said. And he was beginning to want to, rising between them, brushing against both of them. They pressed their hips in at feeling him, and I rocked mine to move him on them.

"I think he wants me to," Sandy murmured.

"Um-hmm," Vivienne and I agreed, and I released them and sat down on the bed. They both snorted at seeing him standing out as Sandy dropped to her knees in front of me, smiling up at me and then turning and smiling at Vivienne, whose mouth was open, looking a little surprised as I took her hand, still looking at Sandy, who had reached out and found my balls, as though she couldn't take her eyes off what Sandy was doing, while I drew her closer.

And Sandy wasn't waiting, leaning forward and immediately taking him in her mouth before I could lie back.

Vivienne's eyes hardly left the sight of Sandy's slow movement on him as I urged her to kneel over me, guiding her legs and then holding her hips to draw her pussy down on my mouth. She seemed almost surprised when I started to lick, as though she were so engrossed with what Sandy was doing that she had forgotten what I was going to do. But then she gave an appreciative moan and pressed it down on me, chuckling once and then saying:

"Don't miss one."

I didn't intend to, my tongue delighting at rediscovering the taste and sensitive places of her delicate pussy, while Sandy renewed her acquaintance with him and his sensitive places. Once, she pulled him back, turning her head up, and I knew she wanted to see what I was doing, and Vivienne did too, snorting sharply when I raised her hips up and let just the tip of my tongue caress her. Sandy chuckled and then tilted her head back down as I let Vivienne lower her pussy on my mouth. 

I found her breasts, squeezing them with my hands and then played with her nipples, pulling at them. She leaned forward a bit, and I thought that maybe she didn't want that so much and was more gentle with them, but then she leaned down further - turning her clitoris to my mouth - so my tongue concentrated on it. But then I felt her hands press on the mattress next to my hips as she leaned on them and murmured:

"Let me try. I want to."

Sandy nodded and raised her head. For a moment, he was free, but then Vivienne leaned further down, her hips rising from my face, and then I felt her lips on him, not kissing, just opening and sliding down around him, taking his head in her warm mouth. After a moment, her tongue began to explore. I loved it, the first time a girl dared to do it!

And then she began to experiment with taking him deeper.

"Uhmm! That's good," I encouraged her, and she sucked gently as her head moved, almost making me forget that I had wanted to see her pussy. Oh yes, a lovely pussy, really a pretty pussy - and a neat little asshole, too.

"Pretty pussy," I murmured and spread my fingers and held her breasts to make sure she knew whose I was talking about, suddenly recalling my thought that the one I was eating always seemed the prettiest one at that moment. Vivienne snorted, but kept moving her head - she was learning that, too. Sandy started rubbing and pulling on my sack, making me think that she was impatient, maybe afraid that Vivienne would get what she wanted, wanting to be sure that I didn't come before Vivienne let her have him back. Oh, this was my fantasy, and one of them was going to get it as good as it had been that night! It should be Sandy. I started gently to urge Vivienne to sit up again, but she didn't want to - yet. 

"I'm missing my licks," I murmured and heard Sandy chuckle as she gave my sack an extra tug. Vivienne snorted and then drew her head up a bit and licked around him and over his little hole, and I assumed that had tasted his silky liquid and wanted to lick up as much as she could. Then she let him slip from her mouth and murmured:

"Mmmm, I liked that. Thank you, Sandy."

As she sat up, Sandy quickly had him back in her mouth, and Vivienne's pussy was back on mine, and then we were all doing everything we could to enjoy it. Vivienne's pelvis rocked, to show me where she wanted me to lick, and I did, eagerly trying to satisfy her. Sandy didn't need any encouragement, sucking him firmly between her tongue and palate as she moved on him, letting me feel her hum in delight when she made him move, but still trying to keep my balls from drawing up. But then my hips began to rock slowly. Vivienne moaned slightly each time she saw him thrust up, and then her pelvis started to rock in time with him, making me nod my head to keep in contact her clitoris as my nose rubbed on her hole, Vivienne gasping slightly with each movement, gasping out loud and faster as our tempo increased. And then Sandy grasped my cock, squeezing him tightly, and I convulsed, thrusting him up as hard as I could, forcing him as deep in Sandy's mouth as her hand would let him. Vivienne gave a louder gasp at seeing me obviously begin to come in Sandy's mouth, and her thighs and pelvis twitched uncontrollably as she began to come, spurting, and again, as I filled Sandy's mouth with my long spurts.

Finally we stilled. Vivienne dropped over on her side on the bed, moaning with deep breaths. I managed to open my eyes again as I caught my own breath and saw Sandy still holding him, but then she raised her head and rose up on her knees, looking down at me with what could only be described as a satisfied cocksucker's smile. After a moment, I saw her swallow, her smile lessening for a moment, but then the corners of her mouth drawing up again. She chuckled softly, and we both glanced over at Vivienne. She needed to be held, I thought, and Sandy did, too, standing up and moving around the bed to lie down behind her, drawing them close together with her arm around her and her hand holding her breast. Vivienne just nodded with an "um-hmm" and put her hand on the back of Sandy's, pressing her knees down a little against Sandy's to increase their contact.




Sandy Ch. 08



It looked like they wanted stay like that for a while, so I sat up and stood up. Sandy glanced up at me with a little smile and nod, and I went to the bathroom and washed my face. I decided that I wanted a beer, and went to the kitchen and quietly found and opened one and had a long drink. I wandered back to the bedroom door and peeked in, not wanting to disturb them if they didn't want to be. They were still lying like that, but talking softly. I drew my head back and leaned against the wall and listened - excusing my eavesdropping with the recollection that Sandy had listened to Vivienne and me in the bathroom.

"I thought it was, too." Sandy murmured.

"That really turned me on, when I saw that he must be ... coming. You really do like that. ... Oh, I said that before already."

"Um-hmm."

"I did, too. ... Hmm! I never thought I'd say that, ... especially about that."

"He says it's spoiling him: just so good without any effort, a bit unfair, since he can't do as much for us that way."

"I don't know, ... of course not, but it was about as good as it could be, just different."

"Um-hmm. I'm glad. That's the way I feel."

"Hmm! That's good. ... He does it real good, doesn't he?"

"He sure does it real good, but maybe they all do. I don't know."

"I hope so. ... Yeah, I guess, ... if they want to ... all the way."

"Hm-hmm! They will, if we do it to them."

"Hm-hmm! I guess so, ... if I want to."

Sandy didn't say anything, and after a pause, Vivienne continued:

"Well, I did, sort of. I liked that, ... but I don't know about ..., you know."

"It just tastes funny, ... but you already know that."

"Hmm! Yeah. I have to think about it. ... 'Spoil him'. Hm-hmm!"

"Which 'him'?"

"Hmm? .... Hm-hmm! Any of them, ... all of them! ... Listen to me! ... Where is he?"

I hoped that Sandy would find an answer, and she did:

"Probably listening and trying not to laugh."

Vivienne did, however, which made it easier for me to join the conversation when I entered the room:

"Yeah, something like that," and we all chuckled, both of them smiling at me - and I, at them.

"That is just what we need, ... Sandy remarked with smirk: 

"... a naked man ... for you ..." she give Vivienne's breast a squeeze: 

"... and a beer for me."

We all chuckled again, and again when Vivienne said:

"But first a beer for me, too, ... and the naked man should be for you, 'really'," and she turned her head back to smile at Sandy. She grinned and sat up, saying:

"If you insist, I won't say no."

We all chuckled again, and they got up and followed me to the kitchen, where I got each of them a beer. This time I did offer a toast:

"Here's looking at you."

They snickered as I did, and both responded:

"And you," also looking me up and down, and we all drank.

Sandy's first remark was:

"If I get the naked man - 'really' - you can start by spoiling him - just a little - to think about it."

"I will," Vivienne replied immediately, grinning at each of us before she took a good drink from her can. Sandy remarked:

"That's fun, when he's all nice and soft ..."

"But not for long, ..." I interjected to their chuckles: "... but still very nice ..."

"But longer," Sandy added, and we chuckled again, and they drank, while I just took a sip.

"I like that. I'll do it until I taste him again, then you can have him."

"That's a good idea, but no longer, and then - I'm afraid - you'll just have to watch."

"That's all right. He promised he would do it me, too."

"And if you want to watch, while you're making him nice and longer, I'll show you what I like to do to Sandy's pussy."

They snickered and drank again, and Sandy remarked:

'"Pretty pussy', please."

"Sandy's 'pretty pussy,' of course. They're each the prettiest one when I'm looking."

"I want to see Vivienne's. I've never really seen one before, ... like you see them."

Vivienne took a deep drink, emptying her can, and smiled at Sandy and replied:

"If you want to, if you let me see yours; I haven't either."

"But he comes first, before that starts. I guess then I'll just be watching."

Vivienne nodded and looked at him, agreeing:

"Of course," and set down her empty beer can and came closer and fondled him. Sandy winked at me with a little smile as it occurred to me that what I had said could suggest more than just looking.

Vivienne was having a good time exploring him with her fingers, rubbing them on his head and twisting him around, holding him further down, playing with the loose skin, even discovering to shake him like Sandy had done, snickering as she watched him, and then drawing up the skin at the front of my sack, her fingers creeping down to gather in my balls and massage them.

"Having fun?" I asked softly.

"Um-hmm," she responded cheerfully, glancing up at me with smile and asked:

"When do you want me to start?"

Sandy chuckled and finished her beer as I replied:

"There's no time like the present," and I made sure that my can was empty, and we returned to the bedroom.

I thought that Sandy would want to kneel over me so that she could just slid back when Vivienne was finished, but maybe she wanted to watch, herself; or just be sure that Vivienne didn't decide she liked it so much that she wanted really to finish what she started. But that was fine with me: I loved to have my nose in her pussy when I was licking her clitoris, and I wasn't going to miss a lick with her, either; if I could, I wanted to make her come before we started to fuck; she loved that, and I loved to have her sweet pussy juice. 

When Vivienne started, however, for a while I was more interested in what she was doing: her first experimenting with a soft cock. I wondered if she could taste him from the time before, wondered if I had left him unwashed in anticipation that she would be doing what she was: her tongue exploring around his groove and finding the sensitive spot behind his head. But then he wasn't soft any more, and I concentrated on what my tongue was doing, tasting that Sandy had been aroused before and trying to find all of it and then finding her nice clitoris to nibble on. She liked that; her pelvis twitched slightly, but she held still, pressing down to let me suck on it. Before I thought to, she took my hands and put them on her breasts. Yes, she wanted as much as possible this way. When I felt Vivienne pull him back and turn her head up - like Sandy had done - Sandy responded by herself, rising up and letting her see my tongue lapping on her clitoris. Vivienne chuckled with a little nod of appreciation, and Sandy sank back down as Vivienne sucked him deeper in her mouth again.

Before I wanted to stop tasting Sandy, Vivienne drew her head up and licked all around him, trying to find more with the tip of her tongue in his little hole. Of course, Sandy could see what she was doing - just like before - and rose up - I did miss a lick - and started to turn around. Vivienne held him in her mouth until Sandy was astride me, only releasing him when she started to lower her hips. He touched her pussy, and she rocked her hips and easily captured him, sinking down on him with a sigh. She dropped down on me and licked around my mouth and nose, chuckling, and then kissed me, fucking with her tongue as she rocked her pelvis to move him in her a little. Then she rose up a bit and murmured:

"Suck me," and I pushed her breast up and found her stiff nipples with my mouth and other hand and did what I knew she liked, making her moan and start to rock her hips again. God, we were good at this, and this was only the start!

Vaguely I was aware that Vivienne was still between my knees, and thought that if she hadn't seen Sandy's pussy, she certainly had seen him disappear into it and could see her asshole. If she stayed there, she was going to get to see what Sandy liked me to do. But then I felt her get up, and I was only thinking about making it good for Sandy, now sucking her other breast as my fingers squeezed and pulled on the wet nipple it had left. For a moment, it occurred to me that I might not be able to suck Vivienne's in this position, because she was shorter and her breasts too small to be shoved up much. But for now, Sandy's: suck and pinch them until she couldn't stand it and wanted to kiss and fuck. My other hand slid down over her ass and into her crevice.

"Um-hmm," she approved, and I found her asshole. If Vivienne was still watching, in the shower she had admitted that it felt good and shouldn't be too surprised. For a while, Sandy let me rub her there and continue suck as her pelvis rocked with short strokes. Then her pussy clutched and her asshole moved, and she pressed back on my cock and thrust her tongue in my mouth and began to fuck up and down on him, and I thrust him up as she came down, her pussy clutching again as her asshole invited my finger to probe in it, and then she couldn't kiss any more, biting her lip as she panted and fucked as fast as she could, while my finger moved in her and those of my other hand scratched and rubbed behind her cunt, and then she couldn't hold back by biting her lip and began to gasp unvoiced:

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! ..." as she spurted, making me come, both of us spurting as our hips pounded together, until she finally cried out:

"Oh, fuck!" and collapsed on me.

I held her in my arms as we both gasped and exhaled slowly. I thought there was a slight change in the light in the room, and raised my head and saw Vivienne standing in the doorway. I wondered how long she had been watching us, but when she saw me, she raised her hand with a spatula in it, indicating that she had been in the kitchen and suggesting that she had just come at the end or after Sandy's cry, and also suggesting that dinner would soon be ready. She disappeared, and my head dropped back down. After a few moments, Sandy asked:

"What was that?"

"Vivienne, at the door, with a spatula. I think dinner is ready."

"That's good. I need it. Hm-hmm! She wanted to watch."

"She got an eyeful ... before she went to the kitchen."

"Um-hmm, and I got a pussyful - Hm-hmm! - right here, fucking on her bed."

"Um-hmm. It was more than a pleasure to give it to you, thank you."

Sandy sat up, and he slipped out, and she carefully got off the bed, standing uncertainly as she stretched her legs after their being drawn up for so long. I sat up and then stood up, and we went to the bathroom and washed each other. When Vivienne heard the water running, she called that dinner was almost ready. I almost replied: "We're coming," but then answered:

"We'll be right there."

The smug, satisfied feeling after having good sex was a little uncomfortable in the presence of Vivienne, knowing that she hadn't been part of it, but had seen and heard us. She also seemed to feel that the situation was a little strange: smiling wryly at us both as her eyes dropped to look at our private parts and then back at our faces as she said:

"There you are. ... I guess it was good; I didn't want to watch the whole time."

"I guess not, ..." Sandy agreed: "... I don't think I would have, either. Yes, it was."

"Um-hmm, ..." I agreed: "... nice that you decided to start dinner. I'll open the wine."

"I hope the steaks are right; I started them too soon." Sandy snorted slightly and replied:

"Well, if they aren't, it's our fault, not yours."

Vivienne had set the table and already served her salad, a different noodle salad, and brought the pan with the steaks to the table and served them, while I poured the wine. Then we sat down, chuckling a little as we spread our paper napkins over our bare thighs. I raised my glass and said:

"To the cook! I don't know why I keep insisting on taking you both to dinner; eating here is a lot more enjoyable."

They both had raised their glasses and almost spilled them when they chuckled out loud, glancing at each other and me with little smirks. We drank and smirked again at each other, and began our meal. 

The steaks were a bit more done than they should have been for the quality of the meat, but still only medium, and very good, as was Vivienne's salad, and the girls agreed that the wine was excellent. We talked about everything except what we had done - and expected that we might do; I had promised Vivienne that we would also do it, "really." I tried to keep my eyes off their breasts, only glancing at them when I had my head down, cutting my steak. Sandy's nipples looked a little swollen from my sucking on them so long. Only once did I notice them - Vivienne's too - pop out, when Sandy said something about what we could do together. It was really about doing something "harmless," outside the apartment, but the words "we could do together" seemed implication enough - even for Sandy, who had said them. They hadn't forgotten what we had been doing and might do, after dinner or at a future date.

We had finished the wine with the meal, agreeing not to open the second bottle. Sandy again volunteered to clear the table and suggested that Vivienne and I put on some music. She glanced at me with a smile as we went to do so, also apparently recalling our doing the same on Monday evening. When she leaned down to find some records, I again put hand on her back. She turned her head up and smiled with a little snort of acknowledgement, and a stronger one when I slid my hand up and around her side and found her breast, her nipple already aroused in anticipation. I just held it familiarly while she chose the records, letting my hand slid down to her hip when she stood up. She glanced at me with smile and then took the records out and placed them on the spindle and turned the record player on. When she stood up again, we heard the toilet flush before the music started. Sandy came back and smiled at us as she returned to the kitchen. I held Vivienne a little closer, our hips and thighs touching. She turned a little towards me, looking up with mild smile and said:

"It's still a little funny ... being like this, ..." and she glanced down at our nudity: "... me being like this, ... - hmm! - when I think about it," and she smiled again: "... but not like before. I like it - just didn't know that I could, ... that I could be like this."

I rubbed her side, and she nodded with a little smile, and I asked:

"Do I have to say anything?"

"Hm-umm. I just wanted to tell you."

"Thank you. I like it, too."

"Um-hmm. Maybe we should go to the bathroom, too."

"Good idea."

We did. This time I used the washbasin. Vivienne snickered when I did, and then snickered again when I washed him. Then she took her washcloth and with a little smile and snort washed herself, turning away from the washbasin so that she could look at me as she snorted again and said:

"Funny; I never thought I would do this either, with someone watching."

I saw her reach further back between her legs as she snorted again and asked:

"Sandy really likes that? I read about it, but didn't really believe it."

"Um-hmm, not just Sandy."

"Hmm! Before I met you, I was a prudish, Catholic good girl being sinful."

"I'll take the blame, ... if it makes you feel better." Vivienne turned her head and grinned at me as she hung up her washcloth:

"Oh, it makes me feel better, all right! I told you I like it. I've just got to get accustomed to idea."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Maybe more practice would help."

"Hm-hm-hmm! Maybe, ..." and her smile faded: "... but I don't want to intrude."

"Sandy doesn't need any practice ..."

"Hm-hmm! But still ...?"

"And she wants to share."

"Where are you," Sandy called from the living room.

"Here, discussing sharing," I replied. Vivienne snorted with a grin, and we returned to Sandy.

"That's a good idea. How?"

I glanced at Vivienne and said:

"See, I told you."

"Told her what?"

"That you wanted to share. Vivienne wants to get accustomed to the idea that she isn't 'a prudish Catholic good girl being sinful."'

"If she wants to, that's a good idea. Hm-hmm! And we can help?"

"You already have ..."

"But I thought she needs more practice."

"I'm sure it wouldn't hurt - hm-hmm! - well, just a little, if you chew on her nipples like you do on mine."

"But you wanted me to."

We all laughed, and then glanced at each other and snickered. It seemed like we were making up for avoidance of the subject during dinner. Then for a moment we were silent, all waiting for a way to continue.

"Let's lie down and listen to the music," I suggested.

'"Listen to the music'," Sandy repeated with snort, and Vivienne snorted, too, but they were already moving in the direction of the bedroom. I followed them, suddenly comparing their bottoms: Vivienne's round apple-shaped one with Sandy's, that had a flat spot on cheeks of her ass. Vivienne's was more attractive, but Sandy's - and all the others like that that I had seen were, too - only less so in direct comparison. Sandy immediately crept across to the far side, Vivienne waited for me to lie down - right on her wet spot, eliciting the comment from me:

"Oooh! Why do girls have to go all wet?!"

Vivienne snickered as she waited for me to settle with my arm under Sandy's head, who replied:

"It's your own fault; making us come so good. I thought you liked it. You're lucky I didn't - there."

"Yeah, I love it, but only when it's warm and fresh." Sandy snickered as Vivienne joined us and commented:

"But here," and moved away from the edge of the bed as I put my other arm around her.

They both rolled comfortably up against me, drawing their upper thighs up on mine, and their hands slid down my chest and found my cock and balls. I responded by slipping my hands down to their breasts. For a while, their fingers just wandered familiarly - nice, not arousing him, sometimes playing with each other as much as they were with my balls. I just held their breasts in my palms, enjoying the intimate companionship, recalling lying with Pam and Sukie like that, and with Martha and my sister, though I couldn't remember if they had caressed me together like Vivienne and Sandy were.

"I guess we are just listening to the music," Sandy said, including a couple of Vivienne's fingers in her hand as she moved my balls, asking after a moment:

"Was it like this with those two girls?

"Pretty much, without the music, ... - hm-hmm! - and we all still had our underpants on."

We all chuckled, and Vivienne took control of my balls from Sandy, who after a moment looked over at her and said:

"You said I could look at your pussy."

"Hmm! If you want to. ... Hm-hmm! I've already seen most of yours; I guess it's your turn."

"Yeah, I guess you have. I didn't think about that."

"I better get out of the way," I added.

"Yes, please," Sandy agreed and began to sit up.

"Hmm," Vivienne snorted and watched Sandy get on her knees, making space for me to move aside, and clambering over me with her feet towards the head of the bed.

"Hmm," Vivienne snorted again and asked:

"What do you want me to do."

"Move over, your wet spot is all warm now," Sandy replied.

With a chuckle, Vivienne did, Sandy making a little more space for her. They looked at each other smiling slightly and each snorting. Vivienne smiled impishly and pressed her knees tightly together when she saw Sandy glance down her body, but her nipples were erect. Sandy's eyes returned to her face. She grinned and rubbed one of them. Vivienne chuckled and returned her grin as she relaxed her legs. 

"Um-hmm, ..." Sandy murmured and leaned down on one hand, adding as she began to move her leg over to straddle Vivienne: "... you can still look at mine again."

"Um-hmm," Vivienne agreed and drew her knees up a little as Sandy settled on all fours over her.

Vivienne glanced over at me with a snort and asked:

"Is hers as pretty as mine?"




Sandy Ch. 08



Oooh, I'm not going to answer that. That's the sort of question that started the Trojan Wars."

They both began to laugh, and I joined in, realizing that our laughing was comic relief from the tension we all felt, maybe more Sandy and I, knowing that she was thinking of doing more than just looking, but Vivienne seemed to need the relief just as much; their position was suggestive.

'"Trojan Wars'," Sandy repeated and started laughing again. I reached up and rubbed her bottom.

"Who's that?" she asked turning her head back to look, answering herself:

"Oh, you," and smiled.

"Don't you want to look?" Vivienne asked softly and rolled her thighs open.

"Um-hmm," Sandy murmured and lowered her head, rocking forward to see better. Vivienne seemed to stiffen in her position, staring up at the ceiling and breathing shallowly, her nipples erect. Sandy dropped down on her elbows, and Vivienne caught her breath. After a moment, Sandy said softly:

"Yours is very pretty," and then snickered and added more cheerfully:

"Well, if he says so; I don't have anything to go on, but I think it is, too."

Vivienne snorted and seemed to relax, taking a deeper breath and then another one. When Sandy slid her hands under her thighs and urged her to move them, Vivienne responded, drawing her feet closer and letting her thighs flop open. Then I heard a puff from Sandy, and Vivienne's thighs twitched. Sandy blew on her pussy again, and her thighs twitched again.

"You just want to look, don't you?"

"I think so, ... but I can understand why he wouldn't."

"Hmm! But you're not him."

"Of course not, but it still looks just as attractive."

"Hmmm!" 

I glanced down and could see that Sandy's fingers were stroking the backs of Vivienne's thighs, maybe a little inside them. My cock was becoming aroused.

"Hmmm?" Vivienne repeated, this time questioningly.

"I wouldn't mind. ... I mean, those girls did it, and it didn't make them funny."

I felt Vivienne tense again and saw her nipples pop up. Sandy continued:

"I wouldn't mind ... if one of them wanted to do it to me; it would be just the same as his doing it. I bet they were curious; he likes it so much; ... it must be good."

I was impressed with Sandy's line of persuasion. Vivienne didn't relax, but her stomach drew in, and then she took a deep breath and asked softly:

"And you are curious?"

"Um-hmm. ... Yes, I am, ... if you don't mind."

Vivienne took another deep breath, now with her eyes closed, and let it escape and drew another one, holding it for a moment, and then whispered:

"If you want to."

Sandy just nodded as her elbows slid a little, and I could now see her finger tips rubbing the soft inside of Vivienne's thighs, whose body had tensed again, her breathing again shallow and irregular, and then Sandy lowered her head between Vivienne's open thighs.

Vivienne gasped and her thighs twitched, and then she held still, hardly breathing as I saw Sandy's head moving, apparently just exploring with her tongue, her mouth not yet pressed up between Vivienne's thighs. It seemed that she was steeling herself not to move, not to show any response, just to let Sandy do what she wanted, even when she then did press her mouth to her pussy, just responding with another involuntary gasp as her stomach moved sharply. And then it was apparent that Sandy was enjoying what she was doing, humming as though she were pleased. I could imagine so well what it was like for her and recalled that she didn't have to experiment; she knew what was good, how to make it good. 

And she was doing that; I could hear her tongue on Vivienne's audibly moist pussy. After a few moments, Vivienne let her body relax and drew a deep breath, letting her hips respond. She was just letting it happen, but no longer resisting the arousing sensation, enjoying it: each time she exhaled, a soft "un-hnn" came from her throat, as though she were approving and agreeing. I doubted that Sandy could hear them, but her humming now sounded more aroused, more like when she was being aroused. Vivienne sighed with a louder "Un-hnn," and her hands, that had been at her sides, rose up and found Sandy's breasts, and they exchanged more pronounced moans as Vivienne's fingertips played with Sandy's nipples, and Sandy's stomach drew in as she curled her hips up, and then again. 

Suddenly I realized that Vivienne's tongue was moving between her lips, constantly playing on them, circling around on them in her half opened mouth, sometimes moving in and out in one place. I watched, fascinated, wondering if she was mirroring what she felt Sandy's tongue was doing. And then she was more aroused, breathing harder, and her tongue was moving more vigorously, now in and out further. Her eyelids fluttered open. For a moment, she was looking at the ceiling, her tongue moving incessantly, but then they focused on Sandy's pussy, which was hidden from my view by her leg. With another louder "un-hnn," Vivienne's hands left Sandy's breasts and slid back along her sides and over her hips, and she drew her head and shoulders up and let her eager tongue find Sandy's pussy.

"Oh yes!" Sandy gasped and let her knees slide back. I quickly rolled aside and sat up as Sandy flattened down on Vivienne's body, and then slid my hand over Sandy's back and urged her to roll on her side with Vivienne. As she did, I escaped down over the foot of the bed, since it was in the corner of the room, and then watched them settle comfortably together. If Vivienne hadn't already lain like that with a man, she immediately followed Sandy's lead, both drawing their leg up as a pillow for the other and burying their faces between the other's thighs. Sandy reached back and found Vivienne's breast, and she nodded in acknowledgement. Sandy propped up her leg and let Vivienne discover her pussy, humming encouragement and rocking her pelvis up in appreciation.

It was lovely to watch them, now both so agreed that they wanted to do it. Sandy had managed that so well, and been so curious, herself - like she had been about eating me. It was pleasing to think that I had been the one to let her find out what it was like, and pleasing that Vivienne had discovered that she liked it, "that she could, that she could be like this." Pam and Sukie's first time must have been a little like this, although they both probably started almost at once, neither having Vivienne's inhibitions. 

But she wasn't showing any reluctance now. That was so good, that girls immediately knew what was good for each other. What was I going to do? I'd promised Vivienne that we would really do it. Would she want to afterwards? Oh, I could do it now, the best of both worlds for her at once, and that would reassure her that she wasn't "funny," and Sandy would love the surprise. Oh, and it would be real good - without a rubber - letting Sandy lick him a little and then guide him into Vivienne's aroused, warm, slippery vagina! Oh, he liked that idea! But not yet ... 

Sandy had slid her hand back down to Vivienne's hip and was sliding her fingers up and down her crevice. Did she know or just assume that Vivienne knew about that, assume that I had washed her there? Whatever, Vivienne's hand was exploring, all over Sandy's ass, a little there, too, and then up her thigh and back to her ass. She knew Sandy liked that, wanted that, and Sandy's fingers suggested that she wanted to touch Vivienne there. Vivienne's followed Sandy's lead, a little tentatively, but also sliding back and forth, a little deeper each time. Sandy wouldn't overdo it the first time. As Vivienne's fingers got a little closer, Sandy nodded and let hers disappear between the cheeks of Vivienne's ass, and then Vivienne's did, as Sandy nodded again and hummed an "un-hnn." Vivienne moved slightly with an "uhn," then held still while I saw Sandy's hand moving. After a few moments, Vivienne's fingers moved again, and then they both continued to move as they rocked their hips up to each other's mouth, audibly making love to each other with their tongues.

I lay down behind Vivienne, disturbing them both and found her breast as I whispered:

"I said we'd do it, too."

"Like this?" she murmured in Sandy's pussy.

"Um-hmm."

She nodded with a snort, and I moved closer to her. Sandy's hand turned and found him - not as aroused as he needed to be, but enough for her to help me push him deeper behind Vivienne's ass, and for her to find him with her mouth. "Mmmm," she knew what he needed. Vivienne chuckled softly in her throat, and I squeezed her breast as she returned to what she had been doing, while Sandy sucked and licked him, quickly able to hold more of him as her hand slid over my hip, stroking in greeting and approval of my idea, and then pulling my hip closer. I shifted down a little to do so, letting her have a little more of him. After a moment of enjoying him, she drew her head back. I tried to find Vivienne's hole with him, but then drew my leg up and let go of Vivienne's breast and reached behind it and pressed him up, and Vivienne rocked her hips back, and after a first attempt, he slipped into her.

"Uhnn!" she responded as Sandy held us closer. I moved away from Vivienne's back and thrust him deeper. Sandy rubbed my ass in approval and let me feel her tongue on him where he disappeared into Vivienne's pussy, and then I felt her nose as she tilted her head and found her clitoris. Oh yes! Her hips twitched, moving on him! And Sandy's fingers crept directly down to my asshole - we knew what we liked. Did she want more than what Vivienne was doing? I found her breast first, squeezing it in confirmation, and then slid my hand down her side and over her hip and then down to Vivienne's hand, joining her fingers, slipping between them, so that all our finger tips were rippling back and forth over Sandy's asshole a few times, but then I stopped their motion and found it with the tip of my middle finger, holding Vivienne's fingers to it with mine as it probed, letting Vivienne's feel Sandy responded, and feel it probe deeper - and Sandy's finger was doing the same. Vivienne drew her hand from under mine, and Sandy and I probed deeper again, relaxing to let each other do so as I felt Vivienne's arm move under mine so that she could hold Sandy's breast.

That was arousing, but had distracted us from what my cock and their mouths could do. But as I began to fuck in Vivienne's pussy, their heads began to move again, and our fingers were moving. We exchanged loud hums of appreciation, then took turns responding to what one of the others was doing: Sandy, when I pressed my finger deeper; Vivienne, when I did with my cock, pressing her hips back to help; I, when Sandy's finger moved in me; and Sandy again, when Vivienne did something good with her mouth, Sandy's hips rocking up against it; and Vivienne, hers twitching out of phase with our fucking, sometimes making her pussy clutch him. 

Oh yes! She was getting the best of both worlds at once! And Sandy and I were getting it good, too! But Sandy wanted to give her more; her other hand crept up from under Vivienne's waist between us. I drew in my stomach, and her hand slid down over Vivienne's ass, finding its way lower and into her crevice. Then I could feel that her fingers were moving, and Vivienne responded with an agreeable "unnn!" She liked that, too! Her pussy/cunt clutched on him, and then again as Sandy's fingers moved, and then again as Vivienne gasped softly, but her hips rocked back as I felt Sandy press deeper - in me, too, and I responded. And then Vivienne's hips began to twitch, urging me fuck her, and I did, Sandy's hand encouraging me as her finger moved, making me clutch it with a reflex that made him surge in Vivienne's cunt, that clutched at the same time. Was Sandy moving her fingers in unison? Mine was, with hers. And her asshole was clutching, too, and her hips also beginning to jerk. I hoped that Vivienne and I could make her come; there was no question that we soon would, not the way our hips were moving and her cunt was clipping my surging cock! And Sandy's were, too; three writhing bodies clinging together.

Oh, I wanted Sandy to come with us! I heard myself encouraging her, commanding:

"Come, Sandy, come, come!"

I did, excited by my own words, thrusting and spurting in Vivienne's clutching cunt; and she did, her first flood followed by a second; and Sandy's asshole was clutching as her hips twitched incessantly, and then I heard Vivienne slurping. Oh yes! She was!! Giving Vivienne her sweet love juice, and she was lapping it up, liking it, even as her hips kept moving and her cunt pulsed on my cock, while we all groaned and gasped. Oh yes! We had done it! And Vivienne hadn't just been in the middle between Sandy and me, but had been in the middle of it, getting fucked and eaten, and eating Sandy to orgasm!

We all slumped, lying still, but still gasping and sighing with moans. As our breathing started to return to normal, we still moaned, now hearing each other and seeming to communicated our satisfaction with our moans. Sandy and I slowly withdrew our fingers, Sandy snickering softly and raised her thigh from Vivienne's head, who then did the same, both of them propping them up. Vivienne took a deep breath and moved slightly, and he slipped out of her, soft, wet, sliding down the back of her thigh and landing on mine. She sighed and took another deep breath, and then murmured:

"Ohmygosh, that was good, too good!"

"For me, too, thank you," Sandy added after a moment.

"And for me, too," I agreed.

"But not like it was for me ... both ways. ... Hmm! All three ways! ... And I wanted to, ... wanted you to, Sandy. ... Hm-hmm! I don't know if I wanted you to before, ... but ..., well, since you wanted to ... And then I couldn't help myself; it was being so good, and I was beginning to think what it must be like. ... Oh yes, I was real curious, too. And then, ... well, ... I wasn't thinking about what would happen, just wanted to, wanted you to, too."

She snickered and rolled back against me and turned her head back with a smirk and said:

"And I'm going to do it to you, too," and smirked again and rolled back towards Sandy and looked at her pussy and snorted, and then snorted again and said:

"Yours is very pretty, too, ... - hm-hmm - the prettiest one I know."

Sandy snickered and said "thanks," and I snickered and asked:

"Does that let me off the hook - no Trojan Wars?"

We all laughed again, and again after I added:

"Pity, the school girls were always impressed by my Trojan army; they just loved to see them in combat.

Chuckling, I started to get up, suggesting that we needed to wash again. Sandy nodded, waiting for Vivienne to roll over. When she heard me, however, she stopped and exclaimed:

"Ohmygosh! We did that, too; you did that, too!" and she glanced at each of us with a very surprised expression, adding:

"Jeez, I had forgotten that! You really did that! Yeah, ... well, I knew you did it, ... but ..., well, ... I guess I was expecting it ... sort of. 

Sandy nodded and smiled a little and then replied:

"You didn't object."

Hm-hmm! By then I wasn't caring about anything, if it felt good." She glanced at each of us with a snort and smirk and started to get up, muttering almost to herself:

"Jeez, is there anything we haven't done?"

"You haven't done it to him yet," Sandy replied with snort.

"But I said I would," Vivienne replied defensively and glanced at my "him" and then up at me with a smile, and at Sandy, who got up and followed us to the bathroom.

Vivienne snickered when she saw Sandy and me washing each other's hands and muttered:

"Yeah, I guess so; you two have a lot of experience."

Sandy took her washcloth and started to use it, and then Vivienne took hers, snickering again as she copied Sandy: washing her face and then her pussy and asshole, while I washed myself at the washbasin, then using Sandy's washcloth on my ass and rinsing it out.

"Beers?" Sandy asked as Vivienne and I were drying ourselves. 

"Good idea," I agreed as Vivienne said:

"Yes, please," and we all went to the kitchen.

As Sandy got them out of the refrigerator and handed them to us, Vivienne remarked:

"I don't know what I was expecting we would do, but not that. ... Hm-hmm! ... 'Pretty pussy,' Pretty pussies! Certainly not that!" She opened her can and looked at Sandy and asked:

"You really wanted to, ... before you started looking?"

We all drank, and Sandy replied - less directly than I knew was true:

"I don't know, ... not really. Of course, he'd told me about those classmates, how much they liked it, and that they liked it just as much with him. And I'd heard rumors about girls at college. Of course, that made me curious, ... and then there yours was, and I suddenly recalled his saying "pretty pussy," and was thinking he was right and how much he liked to do it."

I was watching Vivienne, who nodded slightly with a little smile as Sandy continued with a chuckle:

"And it looked like it wanted me to, already moist, ... and smelling sexy. Oh, I really wanted to then. I don't know what I would have done if you'd said no."

Vivienne nodded again and replied softly:

"I wanted you to, then, too; I was so aroused; I couldn't help myself. I still was disturbed by the thought of your doing it, but by then all I was really thinking about was how good it would feel. ... It sure did, thinking you knew just what it was being like, and then you were humming as though you were really enjoying it ..."

"I was!"

"... and then all I was thinking was that I wanted to know what it was like - this one time."

She paused for a drink and we both joined her. Then she snickered and added:

"At least. Yeah, I was telling myself - making an excuse for myself - that there was nothing wrong with trying something just once."

Sandy and I nodded with smiles, and I suddenly chuckled as I remembered Martha and I joking about tasting something at least once. Vivienne looked at me when I chuckled and I explained:

"That's what Martha's mother had told her - well, not that! - that she should always taste something at least once before deciding she didn't like it."

They both laughed out loud, and then Vivienne asked:

"Martha?"

"A Norwegian girl who was staying with his family," Sandy explained. Vivienne snickered with a nod as she said:

"You don't miss a lick, - hm-hmm! - and she didn't either?"

"Something like that," I replied, and we all snickered and drank again, and I remembered what Martha's mother had told her and said:

"Her mother actually told her something else, that she shouldn't to do it with 'the young gentleman'."

They both laughed out loud, and Vivienne said:

"She did? Talked to her about that? Like that, assuming that she did? I grew up in the wrong country. Where was she from?"

"Norway. Yeah, when she was seventeen, her mother assumed that she had that summer - correctly, the opportunity and guy were obvious - but her only concern was that they had used rubbers. His older brother had given him some."

"Ohmygosh! Just like that?! I did grow up in the wrong country."

"Well, ... my new brother also gave me some, that summer, with those two girls."

"Then I just grew up in the wrong town."

We chuckled and drank again. Then Vivienne looked more serious and said:

"I keep thinking I should be feeling upset or wicked about all this: just talking like this; and look at us, ..." and she did, and we did, their nipples standing out for a moment as she added:

"... not to mention the rest. Maybe it will hit me later."

"I hope not, ..." Sandy replied: "... hope it didn't Monday night."

"Not really, not at all, really, ... but I didn't think about it. ... Oh, I thought about it - but it wasn't like tonight," and she glanced at Sandy and then chuckled: 




Sandy Ch. 08



"Hm-hmm! Yeah I was thinking about it when I got to the airport, and someone said that I looked like I was feeling good - and I was," and she snickered with a grin, and Sandy and I did, too, as we drank again. Then Sandy said:

"That's good. But, well, ... if you have any bad dreams tonight, you can come and sleep in my bed. Yours is all wet, anyway."

"It sure is, but I don't know if that would help," but her nice tan nipples had stood out again at Sandy's suggestion, relaxing as she spoke.

We all drank again. Our beers were almost empty. Sandy shook hers and asked if we wanted another one, adding:

"It's not a school night, you know," with a glance at the kitchen clock as she emptied her can. I glanced, myself, and was surprised how early it was, and agreed:

"Why not," and finished mine as Vivienne agreed:

"Sure," and finished hers. 

While Sandy was disposing of the cans and getting fresh ones, I figured we must have spent an hour with our cocktails and showering, then Sandy had eaten me, and I, Vivienne; maybe half an hour, perhaps including my getting a beer and listening to them; and maybe fifteen minutes drinking together; and then Vivienne had started on me, and then Sandy and I had done it - "really" -; maybe another half an hour, enough time for Vivienne to prepare dinner; eating maybe for another half an hour; and then with the music and Sandy's cleaning up, another fifteen minutes; and then Sandy and Vivienne, and then with me - that must have taken three quarters of an hour; and now our beer ...?

By then, we had each opened our cans, but I must have had a detached expression on my face; Vivienne ask:

"What are you thinking about?"

"Oh? ... I was wondering that it was so early, - all considered - ..." they both smirked: "... and ..., well, ... - I certainly didn't forget anything - it seemed like it should be later."

They both snickered and nodded, and we all drank. Then Sandy said:

"Maybe we ate and drank faster than you thought ..."

"Or did something else faster, ..." Vivienne interjected with a grin: "... we didn't waste any time."

"Nope!" Sandy agreed cheerfully with a smile and added:

"Let's go sit down. I'll get a couple of towels."

We sat on the sofa, this time with the girls on each side of me, and all of us with our feet on the coffee table. After a sip of our beers, Vivienne suggested that she restart the records, and went and raised them on the spindle and started the record player again. As she returned, and the music started, Sandy snorted and murmured:

'"Listen to the music,' we didn't for long before," and we all snorted and smiled at each other and drank again. Then like in the bedroom - perhaps inspired by Sandy's comment - their hands again found my sex, idling massaging while I watched - while we all watched - as their fingers familiarly shared at playing with my sack and soft cock, and with each other, as though they belonged to one person, stilling when we all had another sip, and then continuing. We all chuckled when he began to respond, their fingers joining in helping him and then taking turns, one massaging my balls while the other's fingers explored all over him, around his head and in his groove, and then down his shaft, until the other one started on his head as the other's fingers slipped down around my balls.

"Um-hmm, ..." I approved, enjoying their attention and that it was only enough to keep him aroused. I took a sip of beer, and the girls did again, Vivienne's, a longer one. The next time her fingers were on top, they fondled him a little more intensely, with effect, and she murmured:

"I want to try to spoil him; you two spoiled me so good."

"Good idea," Sandy murmured as she gathered as much skin in her hand as she could and rubbed it between her fingers and palm.

"If you want to; you don't have to," I suggested.

"I better want to, - hmm! - if I wanted to with Sandy ..."

"You will," Sandy enjoined.

Vivienne smiled at her and then at me and then still holding him slid off the sofa and pushed the coffee table back and knelt in front of me. Her nipples were erect as she glanced up at both of us and then back down at her hand and said:

"Tell me how to spoil him."

"You were doing just fine, before."

She snorted softly and then gently slapped Sandy's hand, that didn't seem to want to relinquish my balls. 

"Um-hmm, ..." Sandy agreed with a nod and removed her hand: "... he's all yours."

Vivienne glanced up again at me as she leaned forward, her tongue between her open lips, and then her warm wet tongue was licking him, exploring a little left and right in his groove, and then back behind his head, making him twitch - like a fishing lure, it suddenly occurred to me as I watched him trying to entice her mouth to take him. And she did, slowly letting her lips slide around him until his head disappeared, and then licking him ...

"Uhmm! He likes that!" I murmured as he twitched again. Vivienne nodded and did it some more, making him surge, and then she gently sucked him deeper in her mouth, turning her head so she could hold him to her palate with her tongue, that was moving gently to and fro on him.

"Um-hmm, like that," I murmured. Her eyes glanced up at me as a smile moved the corners of her mouth, and she continued, her head just moving slightly, enough to make him aware of the roughness of her palate - and to make him move.

Uhmm, that's good. You can just keep doing that until he can't stand it any longer, until I can't hold him still any longer. ... Mmmm! That's what makes it so spoiling; not having to do anything but try to make it last as long as possible."

Vivienne nodded again as Sandy reminded her:

"Keep his sack soft. You can't hurt it, pinch and grab his skin."

Vivienne did, more gently than Sandy would have, not that it was really necessary yet, but I encouraged her:

"Yeah, like that," and she nodded, moving a little further on him as she continued to suck and rub him with her tongue.

"Um-hmmm! ... Yes! ... Uhmmm! ..."

Vivienne drew her head up and licked around his head.

"That's good. You like that," Sandy murmured, recognizing that she was tasting his silky liquid. My eyes glanced over and saw that Sandy's nipples were aroused, as Vivienne nodded again with an "un-hnn."

"I do, too. He wants to give you everything he can."

"Un-hnn," Vivienne responded with another nod that took him deeper in her mouth and then continued to nod her head with longer, measured strokes as her fingers massaged my balls.

"Oh yes! ... That's so good. ... You do that so good. ... Uhmm!"

My hips began to rock slowly, and Vivienne's fingertips dug into the back of my sack to catch the skin and tug at it.

"Uhmm! ... Uhmm! ... Yes, ... like that. ... Uhmm! ... You're spoiling him ... so good. Uhmm! ... He wants to come in your mouth. ... Do you want that?"

Vivienne nodded eagerly with a moan in her throat, moving faster on him, and my hips did, too, thrusting him up. Her other hand grasped him to keep him from going too deep as I gasped and groaned, and he did. Vivienne gave a surprised little "uhn!" but didn't stop moving as he spurted a couple of times more, and then she stopped when it was apparent to her that he was finished, just holding him and then drawing her head up and moving her tongue.

"Oooh!" Sandy murmured, and I glanced over and saw that she was holding her breast and pussy and recalled that she had also responded when she saw me start to come. Vivienne looked up at me with him still in her mouth and smiled. She must have felt the small dribble I saw at the corner of her mouth. She let him slip from between her lips and with little snort licked them and then licked around him. Then she looked up again with a smirk and noticed Sandy and snorted:

"Hmm! Yeah, me too," and then looked at me with a nod and said:

"Yes, I wanted that; I really wanted it, to know I was making it good for you."

"You sure did, thank you."

"Yeah, that's good. I never really thought about making it good for a man before; they just did it, and it seemed to be, while I was just wanting it to be good for me. ... Sounds a little selfish."

She looked back down at him, now soft in her hand, and with a chuckle gave him a kiss. Sandy chuckled, too, and said:

"I was just lucky, discovering that, first thing. Maybe it's good, when kids play around with it a little before they really do it."

"I sure didn't. I just let him do it the first time. I wanted to, but felt very sinful about it."

"I hope you don't now," I said.

"I hope so, too," Vivienne said cheerfully and stood up and stretched her legs unselfconsciously in her nudity.

"It doesn't look like it," Sandy remarked.

"I guess not," she replied with a smile as she glanced down at herself and then at us. Sandy still had her hand in her lap, but had let go of her breast.

"Rather more like shameless, ... all of us," I suggested.

They both nodded and chuckled, and I got up, saying:

"I've got to go, before it gets too late. Monday night I explained that I had walked a girl home from the athletic club; tonight I may have to explain that I walked you two home from the bar. Did you have a good time?"

They snickered with smirks, and then Vivienne said:

"Oh yes, thank you. I haven't had so much 'fun' in a month of Sundays."

We all laughed. Sandy stood up, and I took them both in my arms and kissed them. They followed me to the bedroom. The scent of all our love making suddenly reminded me that I had to take a quick shower. When I mentioned it, we all snickered. They both wanted to help me dry myself, which may not have been the most expedient solution.

Chuckling, we returned to the bedroom, and they took turns offering me the next piece of clothing. We all embraced, both of them kissing me, and then I was off.