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Heather Dawson, Sysop "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker __________________________________________________________________________ 旼컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴� � "I Have a Secret" � � � � By The Woodpecker � 읕컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴컴� ____________________________________________________________ COPYRIGHT (C) 1990 - By The Woodpecker (cml) - All rights reserved except as provided for herewith: This document MAY BE freely reproduced, or transmitted by any form or any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or information storage and retrieval systems, electronic bulletin board systems, or magnetic media, or other means deemed suitable, providing it is not modified in part or whole nor sold, or combined with other products sold commercially, without the express written permission of the author. __________________________________________________________________________ Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta, Georgia - (404) 244-7059 "OUR OWN GROWN QUALITY STORIES OF EROTICA" "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 1 _____________________________________________________________________ I squinted my eyes at the evening sun poised outside the window. I rolled over and buried my face in the sofa cushions, wishing I didn't have to wake up but knowing I'd be awake til three in the morning if I napped any more. I felt sticky in my tee-shirt and sweatpants and my tongue tasted like the filling inside the dusty upholstery. After breathing the musty odor of the sofa for a while, I shifted onto my back and extended my cramped joints, easing my legs straight and flexing my biceps. The ceiling glowed orange with sunlight, a shade which soothed my stinging eyes. I glanced over at the VCR: the blue-lighted timer read 4:43. "Fucking daylight savings," I muttered. Nightfall by five o'clock just isn't right, for me anyway. I coughed and reached for my cigarettes on the coffee table. I sucked the smoke down my raw throat and coughed again. Near five packs in the last 30 hours, having been up for 26 of them. I fought my drowsiness by doing mental calculation: 100 smokes in 26 hours, make it 25 for ease, that's four an hour, one every fifteen minutes. Shit's getting ridiculous, I thought, sitting up on the edge of the sofa, that's ten bucks. Maybe I'll quit. "Yeah, right," I told myself as I shuffled into the kitchen. I poured water through the coffee maker and stared at the brown stream filling the decanter. Always takes too long, always, always, always. I went to the bathroom and peed, then stared at my reflection in the mirror. Red crumples all over my face from the sofa cushions, hair flying in all directions, beard mussed. I tossed my cigarette in the toilet with a sizzle, splashed water on my cheeks and forehead, and ran my wet fingers over my scalp. I pulled a comb through my hair and beard and smiled crookedly at myself. Four hours of sleep does not a chipper person make. Nothing a good black cup of man's best friend wouldn't fix, though. I poured half the pot of coffee into the ceramic beer tankard I'd gotten for Christmas and went back to the couch. I sipped the hot drink and lit another cigarette, then picked up the sheaf of papers that I was editing. I tried to focus on the words, concentrate on the grammar, but it was useless. I tossed the manuscript back on the table, picked up the TV remote, and began flicking through the channels. Rerun heaven. "Mr. Belvedere," "Who's the Boss?,"--ah, "Jeopardy." I played along for a while, mumbling the answers into my tankard while I infused myself with caffeine. The contestants were dismal, missing easy answers _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 2 _____________________________________________________________________ and using no strategy at all. When Double Jeopardy had ended, the high score was only $3600, but that was enough to guarantee victory. I fumbled for the remote to check the end of "Who's the Boss?" My thumb hit the Play button as I groped for the control, and the VCR sprang to life. Lynn chose that moment to walk in the door. I turned to greet her. "Hi, hon. How're you?" "Fine. Did you get--" Her face crinkled as her gaze moved from my face to the TV screen. "Interesting," she continued. "Where did that come from?" I froze as the movie's soundtrack crescendoed. The tinny, tuneless music and the gasping breaths from the actors confirmed my thoughts without turning around: I'd forgotten to put the porn tape away. After Lynn had called earlier, I'd been aroused and had some self-gratification before going to sleep. Unfortunately, I'd forgotten to put the tape back into my hidden library. I tried three or four excuses in my mind before going to the old standby. "What?" I turned around and tried to look shocked. "Geez, I don't know!" I looked back at Lynn and found she was smiling. "I, uh, I just woke up. I don't remember--" "Oh, never mind," she said. "Whatever turns you on. You want some dinner or are you just going to watch TV?" I clicked the VCR off and walked over to her, taking one of the grocery sacks from her arms. "Dinner," I said, pecking her on the forehead. Lynn chatted about her day while she mixed up a pot of spaghetti sauce. I drank my coffee and just listened to her voice. Her accent never fails to delight me: Lynn is from New Zealand, and the lilt in her speech keeps me glued to her every word. Even when she's not speaking she holds my undivided attention as one of the most beautiful women I've ever met. While she talked about her history lecture, I considered the extraordinary luck which brought her to me from half- way around the world. Yes, living in a university town is advantageous. So is having a friend who tends bar: I met Lynn when my pal John introduced us on a slow night. With only six of us drinking, John had nothing better to do than lean on the bar and make conversation. He got to talking with Lynn when she ordered, and soon she was sitting on the stool next to me; three hours later, she and I were talking over coffee in an all-night diner. Now, after six months, _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 3 _____________________________________________________________________ we were eating dinner together most nights, and considering ending one of our leases. The aromas of basil and oregano wafted through the kitchen as Lynn stirred the kettle of sauce. She folded in a pan of sauteed mushrooms, put the lid on the kettle, and reduced the heat. "Well," she said, "Thirty minutes to simmer." Her hands went to her blouse and she began releasing the buttons as she walked out of the room. "I'm going to shower before we eat. Don't let that burn, Will." The urge to follow her was strong. I filled a pot with water for the pasta while I debated. When I heard the shower begin to strum on the tub, I went to the bedroom to at least get some clean clothes. I opened the closet and noticed my box of tapes lying on the floor with an empty sleeve on top. I hurried back into the living room, retrieved the movie from the VCR, and put it back in the box, hiding it away in the corner where it belonged. I returned to the kitchen and stirred the sauce. It was thickening nicely so I put the gas on beneath the water. Lynn came in wearing a long white robe just as the water was beginning to boil. I asked her to finish the pasta so I could clean up, and went to take a "standing bath" with a washcloth. I rinsed off the stickiness of sleep and came to the dinner table in a fresh pair of sweats. We don't stand on convention when it's just the two of us. It turned out I was hungrier than I thought, and two helpings later I leaned back, sated, with a cigarette and another tankard of coffee. Drowsiness threatened to overtake me again, so I eagerly accepted Lynn's offer to cuddle and watch TV. Her warm skin on mine still sent thrills through me. We found "Caddyshack" just starting, and Lynn leaned back on my chest as we settled into the sofa. Old as it is, the movie's still good for a few grins, and at least it was keeping my eyes open. We smoked and laughed and echoed the good lines until the massage scene. Lynn perked up and nestled her brown locks deeper into my shoulder. Her blue eyes gleamed at the oily body on the screen. I breathed her delicate floral perfume and tightened my hand on hers. "Maybe--" she said, then closed her mouth. "What?" "You want to watch something else?" she asked, sitting up. "If you want," I said, clicking the remote through the channels. Her hand covered mine. _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 4 _____________________________________________________________________ "Show me something hidden in your closet." She smiled and pulled the barrette from her hair, shaking it loose to dangle on her shoulders. Another lusty gaze and I was in the bedroom, thumbing through the titles. I chose one which I thought Lynn might like and returned to the living room. Lynn had removed her robe and sat curled up in a pink teddy. I stuffed the tape into the machine and stripped down to my boxers before sitting down next to her. I'd chosen a collage of several short pieces which had a good range of kinkiness. Before it had gotten very far, Lynn had pulled my legs apart and scooted in between them, leaning against me with my cock pinned to her leg and her left breast pushing on my chest. I put my arm around her and stroked the satin on her torso while the movie progressed. The first scene was about two teenagers who went to Auntie's house. There they screwed this older woman who had a few pounds to lose but enormous tits. I stiffened uncomfortably against Lynn's thigh, and she shifted a bit to let me readjust myself. When she moved back against me we ignored the fact that my fly had widened and my head was peeking out. After a few minutes of tit-fucking on the screen, the vignette ended and segued into another. I knew we were coming into a lesbian scene, and I watched Lynn as much as I watched the video, waiting for her reaction. She touched her nipples lightly a few times, but on the whole seemed impartial to the Sapphic love. No matter, I decided, the next part would get her going. I sipped my coffee while the actresses' climaxes subsided. During the transition between loops, Lynn turned and kissed me. Her warmth covered me as she lay on my chest, and I reciprocated her mouth's movements. She dragged her calf over my shins and tickled my nipples with quick, soft pinches. Then she rolled back over to watch the film. I put one hand under her right breast, and she clenched the other on her stomach. She had a deep fascination with my hands, something I found curious. My hands are nothing special, to me anyway, but Lynn delighted in examining each finger, measuring it, kissing it, bending it, then on to the next. Sometimes she would give me a manicure as foreplay, and by the time she was finished I'd be quivering. Now, though, she simply entwined her fingers in mine and held me tight against her. The TV showed a bedroom with two men and a woman, and the husband had just given his wife the services of the other man for her birthday. She sucked them both, had them _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 5 _____________________________________________________________________ both suck her nipples and eat her pussy, and then drove one prick up her ass and took the other into her cunt, rocking the two cocks into herself. I was throbbing painfully by then, and began squeezing Lynn's titflesh. Her free hand drifted down to my crotch and she reached into my boxers to pull me out. Holding my erection at its base, she took our clasped hands and gripped me between our palms. I slid my hand under the teddy and rolled her nipple under my open hand. Lynn sighed and we began stroking my hardon together. I knew that most of the rest of the movie was dull and stereotypical, so I fast-forwarded to the last story, one with a redhead masturbating on a bed. Lynn perked up considerably at this, and soon had a hand on her own pussy. I removed my hand from our two-fisted masturbation and trailed it down to her crotch, helping her as she'd helped me. Lynn rolled over and we kissed hard, tongues moving in tandem. I slid the straps of her teddy off her shoulders and nuzzled down her neck to the cleft between her pillowy tits. My hands rode up her sides to meet my beard against her chest, and I massaged her nipples to hardness while planting kisses over the softness. Lynn, meanwhile, had begun kneading the muscles in my legs, working them like putty. Her mouth moved at random, touching my ears, my shoulders, my hair. She rocked her pelvis occasionally, gliding the pink satin over my dry cock with a ticklish burning sensation. I groaned and swirled my tongue over her eraser-tips before cupping her ass and carrying her to the bedroom. I laid her on the futon and stood above her, letting my boxers fall to the floor. She shimmied back to the wall and leaned her shoulders on it, letting her legs splay open. She pulled the fabric from her breasts and drew circles around her crinkling nipples. My cock throbbed as I gazed at the darkness in the crotch of the teddy. Her pubes peeked from the edges of the satin, and when she pulled it tighter over her mound, more hair was exposed. I fell to my knees at the end of the bed and bent down to lavish my love on her. I crawled up between her knees and kissed the inside of each bend, slithering my tongue between the joint like I would her delicate vulva later. She massaged the firm flesh of her tits as I rained kisses over her legs. I danced my fingertips in random patterns which I followed with my mouth, occasionally gliding my bearded cheeks along Lynn's smooth shaved skin. She shuddered in delight at the variety of sensations. _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 6 _____________________________________________________________________ I smelled Lynn's arousal and moved up to trace the damp patch in her teddy. As my finger outlined her moistness it increased, until I had spiraled her juices over the entire crotch. I palmed her pussy and put increasing pressure onto it until she moaned. I held my palm to her mouth and she lapped it clean. I eased up to suckle her mounds and her hands fell away, giving me free reign over her chest. When my tongue touched her nipple, her back spasmed into an arch as a small orgasm zipped through her. I sucked and nibbled on her nubbins until they were bright red in their erection. Her hands found my cock and I twitched also at the electric shock of her touch. She spread the drops of pre-cum over my spongy head and made a ring with her thumb and forefinger, slowly drawing the circlet of flesh up and down my shaft. I was desperately near exploding. Lynn pushed me away and turned around, displaying her ass. I loved the sight of her creamy cheeks centered around the thin strip of pink fabric. I ran my tongue down the fabric to her mound. I pulled the three tiny snaps open and pulled the rear flap away with one hand while laying two fingers of the other along her opening. I slid up and down her nether lips, dipping in and out to spread her moisture over her entire pussy. She rolled her hips in an attempt to get me onto her clit or inside her, but I kept on the surface, prolonging the onset of her ecstasy. I put my lips over my fingers and pulled my hand away, kissing her aromatic skin and licking her musky juices. Lynn pushed back against my face, and I planted a gentle bite on her buttocks. She jumped away and fell flat on the futon. She rolled over and smiled. "Not fair," she said. "Give me something to bite." I walked on my knees up to her tits, my cock hanging just above her round flesh. Lynn's hands curled around my buttocks and she pulled me closer, until my prick was dripping its pre-cum onto her tongue. She engulfed me into her wet, red orifice and began sucking like she never had before. The sight reminded me of the tape we'd watched, and although I hadn't noticed any new techniques, Lynn was performing quite differently. She must have studied more carefully than I. It didn't take long before I was groaning and holding back as well as I could. Lynn knew what was coming and pushed me back, licking her lips. "On your back," she said, scrambling to her feet. I obediently rolled over and watched as she pushed the teddy from her waist to the floor. She remounted the bed and stood over my groin, her pussy gleaming with her juices. _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 7 _____________________________________________________________________ With a slow, langorous motion she knelt down onto my pelvis, and in a flash she had me in her. We gasped in unison. Lynn leaned forward until her nipples were brushing my chest hair, and then began fucking in earnest. Her tits bobbed as she surged forward and back, impaling herself on me as I gazed at her grimace. Even under stress she was beautiful. It wasn't long before she was panting. With her on top I was helpless, and I depended on her to prolong my cumming. She would choose when I got release, and she obviously intended to get off before me. I got selfish. My groin was spasming in need of ejaculation, and I grabbed her ass, pulling her cheeks apart as I squeezed. Her gasps became grunts and whimpers as she bounced on my cock, culminating in a scream as I pushed a finger on her ass. Her pussy clamped onto my cock. I forced a rough rumble from my chest as she ground to a halt on me, and I shot into her like an unkinked hose. My hands slid up her back and I hugged her tightly to me as the orgasm subsided. Lynn's lips found mine and we laid together for many minutes, murmuring our love story. Soon hunger was upon us, and I bounced into the kitchen, returning with cookies and milk. We laughed as we dunked the cookies and dropped crumbs on the sheets, children disobeying Mother's every rule about food. Lynn daubed milk on her nipples and I nursed it away. Then she crawled off the bed and over to the closet, leaving a sticky trail of dripping juices on the sheets. She began rummaging through my box of video tapes, setting those with interesting titles to the side. "Are you startled?" I asked. "No, not startled. Intrigued. Turned-on. What else do you have hiding in here?" She clambered over my shoes and found another box hiding in the deepest corner of the closet. With a grunt she lifted it out into the room. She smiled and made dramatic gestures in opening the cardboard flaps. Looking down with a gasp, she found the stack of backup floppies full of my GIF collection and the twenty or so well-thumbed pornographic novels. She held up a disk. "What're these?" I saw no reason to lie and many reasons to show her. I walked over to the computer and booted up. I lit a cigarette and motioned her over. "Sit on my lap and I'll show you. C'mere." With Lynn comfortably perched on my thigh, I logged onto my password-protected E drive. I typed in the slideshow _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 8 _____________________________________________________________________ command for the series of conventional intercourse shots. The screen filled with a succession of couples in various states of embrace and attachment. I felt my cock twitch as the pictures cascaded by. I checked Lynn's expression from the corner of my eye and was pleased to see her bemused smile. I took the last drag of the cigarette and crushed it out in the ashtray. When the slide show had cycled around, Lynn put her arm around my shoulders. Her breasts hung in front of my face, and I couldn't help flickering my tongue across the smooth skin. Lynn's fingers ruffled my hair and she patted my semi-stiff penis. "Surely there's more?" she said. I grinned and broke out of the program. I started another, this one full of dildo shots, and I was completely rigid before cueing another series, this one of mild bondage. Seepage from Lynn's pussy was streaking my thigh, and she shifted on my leg with a slippery crackling sound. I smelled her renewed excitement. "Want to see where these come from?" I asked. "Why?" "There's something I want to show you." She swung her legs into a straddling position on my leg and rode my leg like a rocking horse. I took this as an assent and soon was logged onto my favorite adult BBS. I did a new-scan and together we chose three or four pictures to download. We caressed each other as we watched the slow strip-tease of the transfer, lines filling the screen one by one as the GIF came through the modem. When we'd completed the download, I went to the message section. Lynn was surprised at the hot mail there and slapped me playfully when we read a particularly explicit message addressed to my alias. "So you're having an affair on me, huh?" She smiled. "Let's write back together." "I was hoping you'd say that," I replied. "Everyone's eager to meet you. I've written a lot about you--about us." "Hmmm, well, I'm not sure I like that. Yet. Let's see, what should we say?" "Why don't we tell them what we just did?" "Oh, God, are you kidding?" Lynn saw my evil smile and her doubt dissolved. "Yes, you're right. That's what we'll do!" My hands flew over the keyboard as she fondled my dick. _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 9 _____________________________________________________________________ Well, all, the secret's out. I'm typing this with Little Lynn on my leg, and we're both feeling a little bit naughty tonight. Logging on in the nude isn't so unusual, but having Lynn's hands on my cock is. Now she's moving over-- Lynn straddled my thighs, placing my cock at the entrace to her slit as she nestled back onto my lap. --and pulling me into her, God it's smooth and wet and hot and tight, Jesus. She's on my lap and squeezing me with her inner muscles as she rocks, breathing quickly while I take her from behind. Is this exhibitionism? Then Lynn took my hands and cupped them to her tits while she typed. This is Little Lynn typing now, and Will's filling me with his cock, squeezing my nipples till they scream in pain and excitement. I can feel myself soaking his crotch with my juices. God, I'm so hot while I write this, it's like nothing I've ever done before. I think it is exhibitionism, honey, talking and fucking for the whole world. Oooooohhh, this feels so GOOD! If you could only feel this! I forced my hands back onto the keys. Lynn's going crazy. She's bucking up and down on my shaft. Her hands are alternating between her nipples and her clit and I can tell she's about to cummmmmm. She just collapsed onto me. Guess we'll have to do this more often . Look for it.... Bye for now Will B. Ready and Little Lynn Lynn had fallen back against me with a shower of cum on my legs and a series of wet kisses on my cheek. I was still hard inside her. She played with the exposed base of my shaft protruding from her slit. I was just about to log off when the screen cleared. _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 10 _____________________________________________________________________ Hey Will and Lynn! This is Sin! I can't believe what you two just did! "Sin"dy, the sysop, waited for a response. I typed back, Neither can we! Lynn just had a great orgasm and now she's tickling my balls, trying to get me to cum too. What're you up to? I've got a dildo crammed into my snatch. God, I just about collapsed too when I saw that message coming in. I'm so glad Lynnie decided to cum by! Lynn tapped quickly: Me too! This adds a whole new dimension to things! Is the dildo vibrating? Is it giving you the same buzz Will's giving me? God, yes, it's humming like a siren, tickling my walls and buzzing my lips. I'm pulling it in and out slowly, letting it glide up over my clit now and then and over my rosebud OH! and deep, deeper into my sopping cunt! Will's still inside me and I can feel him swelling while we talk! I've never felt him so big before! His lips are on my ears and he's kneading my tits like crazy, trying to buck under me. I'm doing my best to concentrate on squeezing him with my pussy, but you're really getting me HOT. God, I'm hot too, darling, and I'm so close, I'm on the verge of cumming, I'm working on my clit now, mashing it with the tip of this fleshy dildo, god the vibrations ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh oooooooooooooo ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I just came, darlings. Will did too! Just as your h's started streaming over the screen! I can feel his hot stickiness deep inside me, it's trickling down, God we're soaked! I am too. I'm going to have to get cleaned up here, so I'll let you go now. I can't wait to do it again, though! _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 "I Have a Secret" by The Woodpecker Page 11 _____________________________________________________________________ Us either. Oh, Sin, it's been so fun. So many new things to try, all those pictures are giving me dirty ideas. Will's going to have his work cut out for him. Talk to you again soon....bye! We logged off and sat back in the chair, embracing. Lynn started shivering so we went to the bathroom and showered, excitedly talking about our new horizons. Between the tapes, the GIFs, and the BBS, there weren't any secrets anymore. New dimensions had materialized for both of us. Lynn said she had a secret box, too, and she hoped I'd enjoy it as much as she had mine. I fell asleep with her that night in lust and in love, feeling the deepest sense of satisfaction I'd ever known. _____________________________________________________________________ OWNGROWN EROTICA from Gary & Heather's BBS, Atlanta (404) 244-7059 톎 down on Robbie's shaft, grasping it in a fluttery, jerking grip. "Oh, God! Robbie! Robbie!" Libby wailed, her whole body jerking against Robbie's. Robbie's peak arrived at almost the same instant as Libby's. He managed to pull his cock from Libby's clasping grasp and plunge one final time into Libby's flesh. He could feel his scrotum draw up as his love offering shot up through his cock and erupted into Libby's waiting receptacle. His hot thick sperm filled her cavity and flowed around his cock, adding even greater pleasure to the ecstasy. The hot lubrication allowed him to continue to plunge in and out, each stroke yielding another spurt of the evidence of his passion. Robbie's vision turned shimmery as ecstasy took control of his body. His body was wracked by spasms, and his stomach muscles drew up tight. Gradually the spasms slowed to where his cock just jerked and throbbed in the gradual decrease of orgasmic movement. Then, he was limp, his body drained of all except the exquisite slide down from the plateau of pleasure. He relaxed and fell against Libby, crushing her to the bed. His mouth found hers and they kissed, slowly, and languidly, their kiss matching the orgasmic after-glow that saturated their bodies. "Oh, God, Libby," Robbie managed to whisper, moving his lips against hers. Libby's body which had thrashed about so much only moments before now lay still under Robbie, only an occasional flutter of her vagina breaking their immobility. After a few more moments, even that motion ceased and they merely lay clasped in each others arms, breathing deeply, recovering their breaths. Robbie rolled off Libby and lay on his side next to her. She turned toward him and put her hand out and caressed his cheek. Neither said anything, reluctant to break the spell under which they had seemed to be. Then, Libby whispered, "My God, Robbie, what happened to us?" "I don't know. All I know is that nothing like that has ever happened to me before. Nothing has ever been that good." "Me, too," Libby answered. "I thought I had had orgasms before, but they were nothing compared to what we just had. I know it's been three years since it's happened to me, but sex was never that good before." "That's your first orgasm since Zack died? You mean you've never relieved yourself during all this time?" Libby shook her head from side to side and said, "I thought I had buried sex with Zack." Smiling shyly, she continued, "I guess we just proved how wrong I was. Thank you, Robbie." She curled her hand behind Robbie's head and pulled it toward her own. Their lips met and the kiss was soft and tender, reflecting both their feelings. Libby's hand roamed across Robbie's chest, caressing it in the same way her lips were caressing his. She moved her touch down to the hard ridges of his midriff, rubbing in little circles of tenderness. Gradually, her strokes worked lower, down into the soft damp curls of Robbie's pubic hair. She ran her fingers through the tresses, teasing and swirling them around her finger. Two fingertips explored lower and encountered the base of his shaft, still somewhat firm and engorged from their encounter. She curled her fingers around his flesh and twisted them gently around and around the circumference of his manhood, the movements just barely perceptible. Slowly and tantalizingly, the hand moved upward until she took the whole of Robbie's still half-hard cock into her palm. It began to react to the touch and swelled, filling her hand even more than it was. Soon, his cock was fully erect and standing out from his body, proud evidence of his response to Libby's tender caresses. As she squeezed and fondled it, she took her lips away from his and said, "I just can't get over how big you are. I guess I'm going to have to stop calling you my 'little brother.'" Robbie smiled and drew Libby's mouth back to his. This time their kiss was not so tender--it was more demanding, more an indication of arousal being rekindled. Libby's tongue snaked into Robbie's mouth and caressed his lips. Below, her fondling of his manhood became less of idle fondling and more of stroking. She took her mouth away from his and whispered into Robbie's ear, "Would you think I'm a slut if I said I was ready to do it again?" "No, I would just think you're as horny as I am." "You're REALLY horny again?" "You've got proof of it right there in your hand." "Then CAN we do it again? Right now?" Robbie smiled and said, "I think I'm ready, don't you?" Instead of answering, Libby sat up in bed and pulled her nightgown over her head, tossing it on the floor. Then she got up on her hands and knees and scooted down to Robbie's feet. There she reached up and pulled his shorts which were still around his knees completely off and cast them on top of her gown. Wrapping her hand around his cock once again, she said, "I'll make sure you're good and ready." Slowly Libby dropped her head down to where her mouth was poised just over the round knob of Robbie's cock. She stuck out her tongue and barely touched it on the slit, dipping her tongue into the beginning of a new flow of pre-come that had just appeared. She drew her tongue back into her mouth, appraising the fruit of her explorations. Satisfied, she extended her tongue all the way out and licked across the whole head, lapping all the flow that was now oozing out of Robbie's cock. She licked the head completely clean and then moved down to Robbie's shaft, moving the broad side of her tongue up and down the sides of his now rock-hard and rigid cock. Then, opening her mouth wide, she engulfed Robbie's cock in her mouth, first just sucking on the knob but then moving down so that half his shaft was inside her oral cavity. Robbie lay back and enjoyed Libby's ministrations. It had been a long time since he had experienced oral sex, and he savored the work Libby's mouth and tongue were doing on his cock. He especially enjoyed oral sex, but didn't get too many blow jobs. Ann enjoyed his eating her, but didn't get too big a thrill out of going down on him. He knew that she did it only to please him, not because she enjoyed it, so he usually avoided situations where she might feel obligated to eat him. Libby, though, had admitted that she enjoyed eating Zack and the way she was going about eating Robbie showed she had been truthful. She bobbed her head up and down, using her mouth expertly. As she moved her head, she used her hand to stroke up and down on the part of his cock that was still exposed. Even though he had just had the most intense orgasm of his life, he could feel the pleasure waves building up, climbing higher, carrying him to a new peak. His hips moved up and down involuntarily, matching Libby's oral actions and the way she was stroking up and down on his cock. Sensing the level Robbie was reaching, Libby lifted her head, slowly letting his cock come out of her mouth. It throbbed and jerked in Libby's hand, and new pre-come oozed out and pooled up on the head. Sitting up again, Libby smiled and said, "There, I think you're about ready now." "Ready? Good Lord, thirty seconds more of that and I would've been coming in your mouth." "Hmmmnn, not a bad idea, but I have other plans for this monster," Libby said, straddling Robbie so that her wide-open gash was just over the wet, glistening head of his cock. Reaching downward, Libby used one hand to spread the lips of her pussy even wider and the other to guide Robbie's cock into her opening. "I need Mr. Cock right here," she said, as she slowly lowered those wet lips down to meet his cock. Robbie felt his cock being slowly absorbed into Libby's body, moving in inch by inch as she lowered her hips and her pussy swallowed it up. Robbie thought as she impaled herself on his cock. Libby corkscrewed her hips around and around, lowering herself on Robbie's rigid shaft. Libby said to herself. Before Libby even reached bottom, Robbie's hips were thrusting upward, trying to speed his cock's journey into Libby's deepest depths. Her downward movement and his thrusts soon accomplished their purpose and they were completely joined, their pubic hair intermingled. Robbie could see her now-uncovered breasts, quivering slightly as she breathed deeply in reaction to bottoming out on his cock, and he reached up and took them in his hands. "Oh, yes," Libby muttered, pushing her creamy globes into his hands. "My breasts are so sensitive. I love it when you play with them." Libby showed her appreciation by raising her hips upward, sliding her pussy upward over Robbie's cock. She lifted up until just the head was inside her and then dropped her full weight on him, driving his cock deep into her belly with one swooping motion. "Oh, that's fantastic," Robbie said, thrusting his hips upward to meet her descending stroke. Soon their motions were in perfect harmony, a symphony orchestrated by Eros, and each stroke was met by counter- stroke, each sigh echoed by a sigh from the other. Libby covered Robbie's hands with her own, pressing them even harder against her breasts. She had her eyes closed tightly, her attention solely on the pleasure that emanated from the point where their flesh was coupled. Her motions became even faster, her hips moving up and downward as fast as she could move them. Her moans became louder, filling the room with the sounds of lust. They were making liquid, squishing noises as their organs coupled and uncoupled, as they drove in and out of each other's bodies. Robbie could feel little spasms begin in her pussy, her flesh shivering in anticipation of the climax that was swooping in to claim them victim. Suddenly Libby shouted, "Oh, God, I'm COMING! Oh, oh OH!" Libby flung their hands away from her breasts and leaned down on Robbie, her mouth hungrily seeking union with his. Their mouths met and more liquid sounds filled the air. Her tongue was a wild thing, thrusting into his mouth, licking around it. She drew his lower lip into her mouth and sucked on it and laved it with her tongue. Her pussy was pulsating, clasping and unclasping around Robbie's cock. Her hips moved up and downward, little short strokes now, limited by the clenching of her vaginal muscles. She gasped and moaned into Robbie's mouth, completely caught up in ecstasy. Robbie moved his hands down and took hold of Libby's hips. He lifted her up and then down on his cock. Just that one stroke more was all it took. Like white-hot lava, Robbie's sperm shot upward, bursting out of his cock in spurt after spurt. Still filled from Robbie's first love deposit, Libby's pussy soon overflowed. With each stroke, come was forced out of her pussy and down onto his cock, flowing downward and bathing his balls and all his groin in a flood of their combined love juices. As each spurt shot out, more flowed down and covered their bodies with its slick, warm coating. Soon both Robbie and Libby were awash and what had been merely liquid sounds before became a chorus of drenching flesh meeting other drenching flesh. The aroma of their liquid flows rose and filled the air. All that could be smelled was sex, sex, and more sex. Soon, Libby relaxed and she lay fully on Robbie, covering him with her limp body. Their mouths were still joined in their kiss, but it was just soft and tender, passion now spent, and mere love taking over. Robbie's now flaccid cock fell free from Libby's pussy, falling limply between them. Libby stirred, and with a soft moan, rolled off Robbie and lay beside him. Libby whispered, almost inaudibly, "God, Robbie." Robbie answered back and said, "Yeah, me too." Libby said, "I've never been this wet before." She felt down to Robbie's groin, feeling the accumulation of their flows that were pooled there, and said, "You're even worse than me. I'll get a wash cloth and clean you up." Libby returned with a wet cloth and gently and lovingly cleansed and dried the love juices that covered him. She felt down to the sheet under where they had been and said, "I've heard of wet spots before, but this has to set a record. It's a lake here." She spread the towel she had brought with her over the wet spot and then got back into bed with Robbie. She crept over close to Robbie and nestled her body spoon-like against his. "Do you know it's two a.m.? I've never felt so relaxed and sleepy in my life. Goodnight, Big Brother." Within seconds, Libby was sound asleep. Robbie was asleep only moments later. * * * * When Robbie woke the next morning it was 9:00 o'clock and Libby was already up. Even though he and Libby had made love the night before, he still felt a need for modesty and picked up his shorts from the floor and put them on. He could smell coffee and bacon frying, and he knew Libby was fixing breakfast for them. Following his nose, he entered the kitchen. There stood Libby, clad in a dressing robe, hair still damp from a shower. When she heard him she turned and said, "Well, good morning, Sleeping Beauty. It's a good thing you got up. I was just about to come in and roust you out for breakfast. Here, sit down. I'm ready to put it on the table." Libby and Robbie sat and ate breakfast in silence. He eyed her warily from time to time, uncertain as to how she might feel about the previous night. When they had finished, she said, "Go take your shower. After that, you and I need to do some talking." Robbie didn't know what to think. Libby hadn't revealed any indication of what her feelings were. All sorts of thoughts ran through his mind. Still at a loss, Robbie took a quick shower and dried off. Wrapping the towel around his waist, Robbie stepped out into his room. To his surprise, Libby was sitting on the edge of the bed, waiting for him. As he stepped through the bathroom doorway, Libby patted the bed beside her and said, "Sit down, Robbie. We need to talk about last night. You agree?" Robbie merely nodded his head and sat down. As he did, Libby stood up, facing him. She had a serious expression on her face and Robbie knew they were about to have serious conver- sation. "Robbie, I've been doing a lot of thinking about last night. Last night I had the best sex, the best loving I've had in my entire life. I thought the sex Zack and I had was good, but being with you was much, much better." "It's the best I ever had,too," Robbie whispered. "We're pretty good together, aren't we?" Libby said. "What do you think of continuing the arrangement?" "You mean sleep together every night? Fuck ourselves silly whenever we want to?" Libby smiled and said, "Well, I might not put it that crudely, but yes, that's what I mean. We would have to keep up outside appearances, not give ourselves away and you would have to keep your clothes in your room in case some snoop happened to take a look." The front of the towel that Robbie had around his waist was taking on an odd characteristic--it was poking out in front like it had a tent pole underneath it. Libby's talk about making love with each other had aroused Robbie, and his cock was once again hard, bulging outward under the towel. Robbie looked down at the tenting towel and said, "Is that a good enough answer?" "Remember, I've got three years to catch up on. Think you're game?" Robbie gave her his best imitation of her pixie grin and said, "Lead on, McDuff." Libby reached down and flipped Robbie's towel up, exposing his hard cock. Never taking her eyes off Robbie's erection, she undid the sash around her waist and shrugged off her robe. Underneath she was stark naked, not even a piece of underwear. She fell on her knees before Robbie and said, "I seem to remember your saying something about filling my mouth with your hot juicy jism." As she lowered her mouth to Robbie's cock, Libby smiled and said, "Let's just find out if you meant it." 1993