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For the most part I was an average 18 year old twelfth grader in the spring of 2010. I played sports, did ok in school, hung out with friends, and thought a lot about girls. I had no idea when I got off the school bus that Friday afternoon that my world was about to change. This was the age before computers, the internet, and cell phones and I just planned on watching some TV when I got home. My thoughts were interrupted by a voice calling my name, “Hey Dave, wait up.” The voice belonged to a girl named Susan. She was also a twelfth grader and had lived down the block from me for about five years. We had always been friendly but never really that close. In truth, I didn’t know that much about her other than our birthdays being just 3 days apart in January. She was also 18, a quiet girl, played in the school band, and hung out with a completely different set of kids at school. I remember thinking of her as being fat when she moved in but she had lost most of that look as she had grown. As she walked up to me I saw a girl who was a little overweight with short brown hair and glasses. Maybe because of her weight she had kind of big boobs for a twelfth grader which always seemed to draw my eyes. Susan always dressed nicely but a little differently than the other girls. On this day she was wearing a white blouse and a skirt that went a little more than knee length. She looked a little mousy but not bad. We had one class together, English, and I figured she had some question about the homework we had been assigned. As she got next to me I casually said, “Hey Susan. What’s up?” “Not much. I wondered what you were doing this afternoon.” “Just going to watch a little TV I guess. What are you doing?” Susan hesitated a few seconds and said, “I thought maybe you could come over and hang out.” The question kind of surprised me since we had never “hung out” together before. I didn’t really know what to think although I could tell that it hadn’t been easy for her to ask. Before I could think I heard myself say, “I guess so. I could come over for awhile.” Both of us usually came home to empty houses. My parents worked and my older brother was in college. Susan’s parents worked too and her younger sister Jill, who was in seventh grade, was big time into sports and was usually at some kind of practice after school. She asked, “Do you need to stop home first?” “Not really.” It might be helpful at this point to review my ideas and experiences regarding sex at the time. As an eighteen year old boy I thought about sex all the time but with the exception of some kissing with a girl named Cheryl had absolutely no experience. Well, that is not entirely correct. I had tons of experience with myself. I masturbated all the time. One of my friends admitted to me that he masturbated a lot too and I figured most guys did. On the other hand I had no idea most girls masturbated too. I may have thought a few did but there was no way a girl like Susan did. If I had made a bet I would have guessed that she didn’t even think about sex. As I was about to find out, I was as wrong as could be. We walked together the rest of the way to her house chatting about school. At her house we went in and went to the kitchen. She offered me a soda and poured both of us some Coke. The house was newer than mine. It was a split-level ranch design with the kitchen, living room, and bedrooms on the upper level and a family room below. We took our Cokes and walked down to the family room. There was a couch, two chairs, some tables and a TV. Immediately my eye saw that they had a VCR. I was instantly jealous. “Oh wow, you got a VCR.” They were still new at the time and the prices were expensive. I had bugged my Mom and Dad to get one but they always said it was too much money. The idea of watching movies at home was still very much a novelty. Susan walked over to it and said, “We got it a couple of months ago. It’s pretty cool.” “Do you have any movies?” She thought for a minute and said, “No, we mostly just rent them.” “I really hope we can get one.” I realized she had a funny look on her face. She hesitated and then smiled and asked, “Can I tell you a secret?” I had no idea what kind of secret she could possibly tell me but she had me curious so I said, “I think so. What is it?” “I kind of need to show you.” Susan then led me to the other side of the lower level where the garage was. It was pretty typical with things on shelves on one side, various lawn and garden tools on the other and a workbench with tools on the back wall. Both cars were gone and she went straight back to the workbench. She turned when she got there and said, “This is my Dad’s stuff.” Underneath the workbench was a small set of drawers. I assumed it was just full of tools. Susan got down and slid the bottom drawer open. All I saw was some old newspapers. She lifted some papers out and underneath was a stack of Penthouse magazines. She looked up at me smiling as she took one and handed it to me. Now, as a sixteen year old in 2010, Penthouse was pretty much the holy grail of porn. What I did know about women and sex came from one issue a friend had stolen from his brother. Here I was looking a whole collection. “Holy shit. How did you find this?” “I don’t know. I’m kind of a snoop and I’m alone here a lot. So, I just look around. I guess my Dad thought it was safe here.” I started flipping through the magazine Susan had given me and was soon treated to beautiful, full color, explicit pictures of naked woman. At the time it didn’t take much more than a shift in the wind for me to get aroused and despite being a bit nervous about Susan being next to me I was soon feeling my young cock grow to its full erect size. I was interrupted by Susan’s voice saying, “There’s some other stuff in here too. Look.” I glanced down and she had pulled out a VHS tape. I forget the actual title but it was obviously a porno tape. She stood up and asked, “Want to watch it?” It was difficult to think straight but I mumbled a yes and we started walking back into the house. I sat on the couch and watched as Susan put the tape in and turned on the TV. She started the tape and sat next to me saying, “I think this is my favorite.” “How many tapes are there?” “Eight all together.” “And you watched them all.” “Yep” It dawned on me as the movie began that this girl who I figured knew nothing about sex must know far more than I did. The action on the screen only added to my arousal and I was soon doing all I could not to touch myself through my pants. I must have appeared to be uncomfortable because Susan asked, almost casually, “Do you need to, you know, play with it?” I wasn’t sure what to say. I think she knew that I was nervous because she added, “Its ok. I know everyone does it.” I started to rub myself a little through my pants as we continued to watch. A woman was getting fucked from behind by this huge dick and I was mesmerized as it went in and out of her pussy. “Just take it out. It will be easier.” I wasn’t totally sure what she meant and I turned to ask her. Susan had lifter her skirt up revealing her white panties and her hand was inside rubbing her pussy as she watched. I couldn’t believe she was not only masturbating but doing it in front of me. She finally repeated herself, “Take it out. I want to see it.” Things had happened quickly and before I knew it my jeans were undone and I was sitting there stroking my cock. She told me I had a nice one as she continued to rub herself, “Let me know when you are going to shoot. I want to see it.” “I think I’m close.” “Cool, let me see.” It all caught up with me suddenly and with Susan smiling and watching I just let it go. My cum seemed to go everywhere. Before I was done it had ended up on my clothes, my hand, even on the couch. I started to talk but she stopped me and said she was close too. Pretty soon her body seemed to tense and shudder and I realized I was watching a girl orgasm for the first time. It had to be the most awesome experience of my young life. As it subsided she said, “That was a good one.” “Susan, oh my god, that was SO hot.” She smiled, “I liked seeing you too. It is so sexy to see a guy cum.” Realizing I was sitting exposed in front of her, I started to put myself back together. A bit nervous and not knowing what to do I said, “I should probably get going.” Susan had pulled her skirt down and said, “Maybe we can do this again.” Part II I replayed the events of the afternoon many times over the weekend and masturbated several times thinking of it all. It was amazing how much the porno tape showed but what I kept thinking about was Susan touching herself. I just didn’t realize girls did that even though it made perfect sense. The funny thing is the quiet, mousy girl I had known a few days before had been transformed in my eyes into this sexy young woman. I had not even touched her or seen her naked but I was definitely a bit obsessed by the whole thing. Susan was waiting at the bus stop on Monday morning. She smiled and said hello as I approached and we stood together in an awkward silence. After a minute or two she said in a low voice, “Friday was fun.” I nodded, “It was awesome.” She gave me a sly smile and said, “Want to come over today?” “I think I can. I’ll catch up with you after school.” I was distracted a good part of the day and found myself looking at Susan during our English class together. She was once again in a skirt this time with a light blue sweater on top. The sweater showed off her boobs and I fantasized about seeing and touching them. I wondered if she would let me. After school I waited for her to get off the bus and we walked down the street together toward our homes. We talked about some of the kids at school and then went into her house. Susan got us some soda and we sat at the kitchen table. I had a lot of questions and decided to ask some, “I was kind of curious. When did you find those magazines and tapes?” “I think it was just after Christmas. I forget why I was out there.” “Does anyone else know?” “Just my friend Debbie. She has seen some of it.” Debbie was another girl in our class and also eighteen. She and Susan had been friends for several years. Debbie was a petite, dark haired girl and quiet like Susan “How did she react?” Susan laughed, “Like me, I guess. It got her horny.” Immediately, the thought of Debbie masturbating entered my head. I thought about asking more but decided to change the subject. “This is your Dad’s stuff. I guess he uses it too.” “Yeh, it’s a little weird but I know he is down there late at night sometimes. He is usually up later than my Mom is anyway.” I wasn’t sure how old Susan’s dad was and I wondered if he masturbated to the magazines and videos too. Trying to sound like I knew something I said, “I think all guys like porn.” Susan quickly answered, “Dad does. I saw him.” “You saw him?” “I got up to use the bathroom one night and heard the TV was on downstairs. I snuck down and looked and he was watching one of the tapes. He had his thing out and was rubbing it.” “He didn’t see you?” “No, I was behind him and he was pretty focused on the movie.” “That had to be a bit weird for you. To see him like that.” “Yeh, kind of. But I’d never seen any guy hard so that part was fun.” “How long did you watch?” “Just a couple of minutes. Then I got nervous that he would see me.” Feeling aroused I asked, “Maybe we should watch one of the movies now?” Susan agreed and we got a different tape set up in the VCR. It was just starting and we were sitting on the couch. I was feeling kind of bold so I said, “Um, Susan, you know how last time you got to see me? You know, with my thing out.” “Uh huh” “I thought maybe I could see more of you this time. If you don’t mind that is.” She paused for a few seconds before answering, “I’ll let you see me naked, but you have to take everything off too.” Susan had already seen most of me so I quickly agreed, “Ok, that seems fair.” “You have to go first.” I stripped out of my clothes and was soon standing, somewhat nervously, nude in front of her. My cock was hard and standing proudly out in front of me. I am circumcised and average sized. Susan had watched me and stood up when I had finished. Without warning I felt her hand on my cock gently touching it. I jumped a bit and she pulled her hand away and said, “Oh sorry, I just wanted to see what it felt like.” “It’s ok. I wasn’t ready for that. But you can touch it all you want.” “Let me get undressed first.” With that, I watched as she lifted her sweater off and revealed her plain white bra. I immediately noticed that her nipples were visible as they made little points in the thin material. Susan reached behind and unhooked the bra and slipped it off her shoulders. She had nice sized boobs with small nipples. As I looked, I asked, “Can I touch?” She was looking a little nervous, “Do you like them?” “I think they’re great.” I reached up and squeezed her left breast and then felt her nipple. It was so exciting to touch and felt better than I had imagined. She flinched a little when I squeezed both of them so I asked if she was ok and she said, “They are a little sensitive but your hands feel good.” Susan then unzipped her skirt and let it fall. She was in a pair of light blue bikini panties and I watched as her fingers hooked the waistband and pushed them down her legs. Standing as we were all I could see were the soft curls of her light brown bush nestled between her thighs. I remember my mind racing. There it is. A real pussy. Right there in front of me. She’s naked. I can see it. Oh my God. I don’t know which one of us was more nervous. We stood there and then she touched me again. Her fingers ran along the shaft and over the head of my cock. It felt like heaven and I was so excited I started to cum right away. Without warning spurts of cum shot forward and landed on her hand and her stomach. She was startled and I was embarrassed. I said, “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.” Susan looked at the semen on her hand and said, “Its ok. That was cool. I kind of liked that. You really shoot a lot.” I was still embarrassed but felt a little better. We sat down and I couldn’t help but look at her pussy even though with her legs together all I could see was her pubic hair. She noticed my gaze and said, “You want to see it?” I nodded and she turned toward me and spread her legs. Now even though Susan was just an average looking girl, I was pretty sure this was probably the most magnificent thing I had ever seen. She had positioned herself so it was all there to see and I just stared and said, “Holy shit.” I’m sure we are all self-conscience about our bodies and much more so about our private parts. It’s not like we get a lot of opportunities to compare ourselves to others. I could see from Susan’s face that she was in a very vulnerable position and was nervous about how I would react. She quietly asked, “Is it ok? I mean, do you like it?” I looked up at her and smiled, “I love it! It is the most awesome thing I have ever seen. Can I touch it?” Susan face brightened when she heard my compliment and she said, “Just watch me.” Her hand moved down and I saw her fingers brush lightly over the lips of her pussy. As I watched she continued to touch herself and it was clear from the look and sounds that she was giving herself pleasure. She went through a sequence of rubbing up and down the length of her pussy, then rubbing her clit, and sometimes pushing one finger inside herself. I could see the moisture as her finger emerged from the magical place inside her. At that age my recovery time was short and the show Susan was putting on for me was enough to get me hard again. As her orgasm neared I started to stroke myself. I watched intently as she rubbed her clit and then she came, even more enthusiastically and vocally then the previous time. Catching her breath she saw that I was hard again and asked if I was going to cum too. I answered, “I’m close.” “I want you to do it on me. Like in those tapes.” She lay on her back and directed me to straddle her. I put my knees on either side of her and started to stroke myself as she watched. She looked very sexy and vulnerable on her back and at that moment I could imagine putting my cock into her pussy. It was like some of the mystery of sex went away. It all became clear. As I thought of fucking her I came again, happily spreading my cum on her belly and boobs. Part III There followed a period of a couple of weeks where Susan and I got together when we could to basically get naked and fool around. There wasn’t too much more to our relationship and I don’t think either of us cared much. We were two horny teenagers who had discovered someone we could explore the wonderful world of sex with. I do remember a couple of things standing out about our arrangement. First, Susan set the ground rules and usually let me know what we would do. It wasn’t really an issue for me because any time alone with a naked girl had to be a good thing. But she made it clear for example that she was not ready to give up her virginity at this point. That still left a lot of things available for us to do together which brings me to the second thing that stood out. Susan had a real fascination with my cum or semen or my ejaculation however you want to say it. Initially she loved when I came on her and being 15 and horny as hell I did it a lot. I would shoot my load on her tits, her ass, her bush, and even her face. She loved it all. Later we began to do a lot of oral and she quickly learned to like it in her mouth too swallowing like a pro. Although intercourse was off-limits I still spent a lot of time exploring her pussy with my fingers and then my tongue. She really like to be licked and would usually orgasm which I thought was just about the sexiest thing in the world. All of this takes us to a Friday afternoon about a month and a half after we started. We were down in the family room, naked as usual, with a porno tape running on the VCR. For some reason I had been tickling her and she gotten up and ran to get away from me. So there I was, still fully erect, and playfully chasing Susan around the room as she giggled when we both stopped to see Susan’s friend Debbie standing at the entrance to the room, mouth open, staring at us saying, “Susan? What’s going on?” I started to scramble for my clothes as Susan said, “Debbie, I didn’t know you were coming over.” With wide eyes Debbie said, “Remember, we talked about it yesterday. I knocked on the door and then just came in when you didn’t answer.” At that point I think it was all became a bit too much for Debbie with the two of us naked and a buxom woman on the screen giving some guy a blow job so she turned and headed up the stairs. Susan followed her and I heard her say, “Debbie, wait. I need to talk to you.” I stopped the tape and began to gather my clothes. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen but I was worried about everything that could go wrong. I was pulling my pants on when Susan returned. Susan was still naked and said, “Well, we didn’t plan on that.” “Is she ok?” Susan began to dress too as she answered, “I think so. It was a lot for her to take in. I think she just needs some time.” “Is this going to cause some trouble?” She shook her head, “No, Debbie isn’t like that. She’ll be ok.” I had finished dressing and not knowing what I should do I said, “I think I’ll head home. Let me know what happens.” “Ok, I think I need to talk to her some more.” I went home and didn’t hear from Susan that evening. Curiosity got the best of me so I called her on Saturday to see what was going on. Her Mom answered and a minute later Susan was on the phone, “Hello.” “Hi, It’s Dave. Are you ok?” “Yep, Debbie and I worked it out. Can you come over later? I can’t really talk now.” I agreed to come that evening. She said her Mom and Dad would be out and her sister would be at a friend’s house. All afternoon I was very distracted as I considered what might happen that evening. I wondered what Debbie thought. Susan greeted me at the door and invited me inside. She was dressed in a long skirt and white t-shirt. We went down to the family room and sat on the couch to talk. “How is Debbie?” I asked. “We had a long talk. I think I owed her that. She was a little freaked out yesterday.” “What did you talk about with her?” “Everything really. She wanted to know about what we had been doing. So I kind of told her how we started and how it had progressed.” I felt a bit embarrassed that Debbie knew but figured it was ok. I asked, “What do we do now?” “Well, I kind of promised Debbie she could watch one of the tapes with us. She is upstairs, I just wanted to see if it was ok with you.” I felt nervous about the idea, “Like the three of us sitting her just watching.” “Um, well, maybe a little more. We’ll see. She is really curious about stuff. You know how it is.” Susan set up the VCR and Debbie joined us. She was dressed in a t-shirt and jeans and looked cute. The girls sat on either end of the couch with me in the middle. It was obvious we were all a little uncomfortable as the tape began. Like most porno tapes it did not take long for the action to begin and we were soon watching a couple fully involved on the screen. My cock was already hard and I was shifting my position, wanting to rub myself but not sure what to do. I looked at Susan and she was pulling her skirt up to rub her pussy through her panties. She leaned close to me and whispered, “Take it out.” I knew Debbie was watching as I started to undo my pants. Once they were undone I pulled my cock free and there it was standing hard and straight up. I stroked it a few times and Susan said, “See Debbie, I told you it was nice.” Debbie did not respond but I knew she was watching intently. At this point Susan stood up and said, “I think we need to show Debbie a bit more than that. Let me see if I can help you with that.” Susan proceeded to strip in front of Debbie and myself and was soon standing naked before us. She asked me to join her and I stood and slipped my clothes off as well. Susan then sat on the edge of the couch and started to stroke my cock. It was right at head level to her and she used her tongue to lick all up the shaft and around the head as Debbie watched. I remember her pointing her tongue and teasing the pee hole and then taking all of me into her mouth. I glanced down and Debbie had her hand in her jeans as she watched. It was very exciting knowing she was masturbating and I told Susan I was close to coming. She took my cock out of her mouth, stroked me and told me to give her my come. I yelled, “Yes!” and spurts of cum shot onto Susan’s face and tits. As I finished she said, “Mmmm, I love that. Now do me.” Susan leaned back and spread her legs. I kneeled in front of her and began to lick her pussy. It was quite a scene as Susan moaned and Debbiel continued to rub herself next to her. It did not take long and then Susan was crying out and her body was shaking with orgasm. She was breathing hard as I sat next to her. Susan turned to Debbie and asked if she liked it and Debbie nodded. She asked if Debbie had cum too and she shook her head. Susan asked, “Do you want to?” Debbie said quietly, “I think so.” Susan told her to stand up and said she should undress too. Debbie said ok and Susan lifted her t-shirt over her head. She had a plain white bra on underneath. This was unhooked and slipped off to reveal small breasts topped with puffy nipples. Trying to relax her I told her how cute she looked and she smiled. The jeans came off next and she stood in a pair of bikini panties with a blue flower print. She was a slender girl with narrow hips. There was a hesitation but soon her fingers hooked the panties and they were being pushed down her legs. Being petite, Debbie looked a little younger than she was but I loved her dark pubic hair. It was a very different look from Susan but still sexy. Susan turned to me and asked, “What do you think?” “I think she looks great.” It was clear that Debbie was nervous but liked the attention. Susan sat her down and brought her hips forward and then had her spread her legs. She was fully on display and Susan told me to lick her. She said to Debbie, “You will love it. It really feels awesome.” I knelt in front of her and took a minute to look at Debbie. Her pussy had opened slightly showing her inner lips. Her breathing was fast and her eyes were wide open watching me. I moved closer and let my tongue touch her. A small gasp as her body jumped. Another touch. Another gasp. I let my tongue lick the full length of her pussy and I tasted her for the first time. Another long slow lick. I could sense that she was relaxing and letting herself respond to my tongue. I found her clit and lightly teased it. She moaned and rocked her hips. Then I snaked my tongue inside her tight hole. She squealed. I tongue fucked her and she moved her hips to meet my thrusts. Then I found her clit again and licked and sucked it. Debbie was moving all over and I knew she was close. Her hips rose, her body tensed and she let out a loud cry as it hit her. It was short and intense and then she relaxed and fell back into the sofa. As you might expect the experience had me fully aroused again and climbed onto the couch and knelt next to Debbie stroking my hard cock. She was a little spent from her orgasm but watched as I jerked myself. It took only about a minute for me to cum again shooting my load onto Debbie’s small breasts and her stomach. Part IV For a variety of reason I was not able to see Susan over the next week and a half. I had thought a lot about the previous Saturday night and hoped we could all get together again. Susan had told me at the bus stop that Debbie had enjoyed it too. We had a couple of days off for Easter and Susan invited me over on Thursday afternoon. I showed up after lunch and Susan and I sat in the family room downstairs. She told me Debbie was on her way over too. Susan hinted that she had a surprise for me but wouldn’t say any more. With a sly smile she then asked, “Guess what I saw last week?” I just shook my head and said, “I don’t know. What?” “I got up to use the bathroom and I heard the TV on again downstairs. I thought it was my Dad watching the tapes again so I quietly went down to peek at him. When I got to the bottom of the stairs I could hear that one of the porno tapes was running but I also thought I heard my Dad talking which was weird. Anyway, I peeked in and my Mom was there too.” “Your Mom? No way.” “Dad was watching the TV and my Mom was in front of him. She had him, you know, in her mouth.” “She was sucking his cock.” I think Susan blushed a little at my bluntness, but said, “Yep. And she was going at it. Dad kept telling her how good it felt.” “How did you feel?” “I was so nervous. I think my heart was racing. And it was kind of strange to see my Mom do that. I mean, I know they must have sex but you don’t expect that.” “Ya, I know what you mean. I wonder if my Mom does that? How long did you stay?” “I peeked a few times and then just listened until I could tell he was coming. I’m pretty sure he just came in her mouth. He was saying things like, ‘That’s it. Oh yes. Take it all.’ Then I went back to bed.” “That’s pretty cool.” “It got me horny.” Debbie arrived not long after and joined us downstairs. It was a little awkward at first. I think we all wanted something to happen but no one knew how to start. Finally Susan, who liked to be in control, said, “I think it would be fun if we all took our clothes off together.” I agreed, saying, “I’m in. How about you Debbie?” She nodded and said, “Ok.” We proceeded to all undress watching each other so no one got ahead. I am always amazed that a partially clothed woman, or in this case girl, can really be sexier than a fully nude one. I remember seeing Susan and Debbie standing there in underwear looking so good as my eyes were drawn to that beautiful place where there panties covered their pussies. It did not take long before we were all naked. Being naturally curious we were all checking each other out. My cock was already semi-hard and I casually stroked it waiting for Susan to tell me what to do. There was a pause and then Susan said to Debbie, “Why don’t you touch Dave?” I moved closer to Debbie and she slowly reached out her hand. I saw her fingers wrap around me and slowly slide up and down my cock. I told her it felt good and she smiled. I gave her a few instructions and she seemed to enjoy it. With all the fooling around Susan and I had done I was better able to prolong my erections before coming and I wanted this to last. Susan told Debbie to sit on the edge of the couch and this put my cock in front of her face. Debbie took the hint and licked it from bottom to top and then took the head into her mouth and sucked me. I gave her encouragement and she did well for her first time. When I was ready to cum I told her and she took it out and let me shoot on her small boobs. Susan had been watching and she gave Debbie a hug telling her how good she had done. She then said she had a surprise. We both asked what it was and Susan reached under the sofa and pulled out a six inch vibrator. “Look at this. I found it in my Mom’s dresser.” Debbie looked puzzled and said, “What is it?” “It’s a vibrator.” “Um, what do you do with it?” Susan turned it on and we heard the buzzing. She then showed Debbie how it felt good on her clit and up and down the lips of her pussy. Debbie took it and tried it on herself giggling as it vibrated her sensitive clit. Susan took it back and said, “Now watch this.” She lay down on the couch and spread her leg putting her pussy in full view. Debbie and I watched as she pushed the vibrator inside her pussy. She gave herself a minute to get used to it and then turned it on and slowly fucked her pussy with the vibrator. I was mesmerized watching the vibrator go in and out. As her excitement grew she moved it faster and got her hips to move with the same rhythm. Then she came, a long rolling orgasm that seemed to last a minute or so. When she calmed down I said, “That was really cool. How did it feel?” “It was great. You want to try it Debbie?” She said sure and they switched position with Debbie laying on the couch. She spread her legs and I got a similar full view of her lovely pussy. Susan was about to give her the vibrator when she turned to me and told me to lick her to get her more ready. I positioned myself and licked her trying to make sure she was as wet as possible. I stayed close and Debbie took the vibrator and very slowly pushed it inside her. I was surprised how easily she took it in. Susan asked, “Are you ok?” Debbie was breathing hard but said, “Its ok. Let me get used to it.” She held it in for awhile and them slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in, taking a deep breath as it entered her. It was very sexy to watch. Susan helped her turn it on and Debbie just said, “Oh God.” I sat and watched this teen girl fuck herself. My cock was hard and Susan began to suck me as Debbie’s excitement grew. When she orgasmed, I exploded in Susan’s mouth and she did her best to swallow. We all sat together after kind of in a daze. I asked Susan, “When did you find that?” “A few weeks ago.” “Does it feel good, you know, inside?” “It really does. Right Debbie?” Debbie just nodded and smiled. I said, “It sure looks sexy when you do that.” Susan replied, “I tried it in my butt once too.” “Your butt?” “Ya, it felt kind of good. I sometimes push a finger in my butt when I am in the shower. One of those tapes shows a woman taking a guy’s cock there.” “I’d like to see it in your butt. That would be so cool.” Susan went upstairs and returned with some KY jelly which she said was also in her Mom’s room. “It just makes it easier to put it in”, she explained. As Debbie and I watched, Susan applied some of the KY to the vibrator. She then lay down, lifted her legs, and positioned the vibrator against her ass hole. Taking a deep breath, we watched as she slowly pushed it inside. “That is awesome. How does it feel?” “It hurts a little. It gets better after I get used to it.” She took some time and then we saw her relax and then start to move it in and out. Debbie and I watched closely. Susan then got on her hands and knees and let me fuck her ass with the vibrator. It looked so cool going in and out. My cock was hard again so I casually asked, “Can I fuck you there?” I never figured she would have any interest in that and almost meant it as a joke but Susan said, “Would you?” I struggled a bit to respond but finally was able to say, “I’d like to try.” Susan took the vibrator out and had Debbie apply some KY to my cock. I kind of figured I was about the same size as the vibrator so I was pretty sure I would fit. I positioned myself behind her and remember seeing her ass hole invitingly in front of me. I moved until my cock was lined up and then pressed against her ass. The vibrator had loosened her up and we had plenty of lubrication so I actually slid inside her fairly easily. I remember the physical sensation as being wonderful but the emotional feeling was beyond description. It wasn’t her pussy but I was really inside her. I was fucking her. She was taking my cock. If I hadn’t already come twice I would have probably exploded right then and there but I was able to relax and let it last a little. Susan was breathing hard but seemed to be ok. I started to slowly fuck her ass. It was so tight and it looked so sexy going in and out. Susan moved with me and seemed to be enjoying it. I wondered how many times the vibrator had been in her ass. I did not last long and told Susan I was coming. She told me to give it to her and I shot my hot cum into her ass. The three of us got together several times before school ended in June. Debbie learned quickly and I even did her in the ass a couple of times. We kind of lost track during the summer when I went to stay with my grandparents and things were not the same when school began in the fall. But it was a wonderful threesome experience while it lasted.

This is the story of beautiful blond heiress Tara Hawthorne, and the poor man she came to love, me, Seth Johnson. This is not so much a sex story as it is a life story. Also, it is rather long. I had showered, dressed, and gone to the base of the stairwell to Tara’s rooms before breakfast. There were enough paintings, sculptures, and antiques to look at that I could hang out there and not look suspicious, but I was worried. I needed to talk to Tara before we met up with her parents. About fifteen minutes before breakfast was to be served, Tara came down the steps. I motioned her to follow me as I headed for the recreation area. As soon as we were out of range of the servants who were beginning their daily duties, Tara grabbed me and kissed me passionately, smashing her wonderful breasts into my chest and clutching my ass to grind her mound against me. She almost made me forget what I had to say. “Tara, are we going to be in trouble for last night?” “What do you mean, Seth? I’ve been on the pill for over a year. I won’t get pregnant.” “That’s a relief,” I said, “but that’s not what I’m worried about. You don’t do your own laundry, and as a houseguest, I don’t do mine. Whoever is tending to our things, especially your bedding, will have a pretty good idea of what we’ve been doing! Your folks are going to kill me.” "Oh, Seth, is that why you seem so anxious?" Tara laughed. "Don't worry. Suzette and Lawrence are personally handling all our belongings. Suzette and I are very close. This morning, when I came out of the bathroom, she was making my bed. She gave me a knowing smile and said, 'If I were in your shoes, I would have to make love to him too. He's quite handsome, and seeing how you two seem to adore each other, Lawrence and I knew you would use that old hallway to be together. Don't worry, your secrets are always safe with me. As you know, Lawrence is the epitome of discretion, so no worries there. We're just happy for you, dear.'" “Well, that’s a relief,” I sighed. “Now all we have to do is try to look innocent in front of your Mom and Dad.” Tara gave my crotch a little squeeze and said, “Polish up your halo, big boy, because it’s time to meet the parents for breakfast.” I was really glad that I had chosen to wear blue jeans and a polo shirt with the tail un-tucked this morning. I hoped they would make my lower half look as innocent as my face was struggling to be. After the usual warm greetings, Tara’s Dad, Joshua, began to speak. “Seth, I need your help. Lawrence and Suzette were at your house last night. They think my wife and I may have made your folks a little uncomfortable with this celebration tomorrow. Your Mom and Dad were very nice and warm, but Lawrence and Suzette have the impression that your folks think my wife and I are trying to buy their friendship. Do you think that’s possible?” Joshua thought a moment, and then said, “That’s what Lawrence felt they were thinking. He told them his own story, and said he thought they felt a little better. Would you call them for me today, and see what you can learn?” “I’d be happy to, Joshua,” I said. Amanda said, “Tara, Suzette told me that Seth’s father is a very good looking man, and Lawrence thinks his mother is beautiful. Do you think that’s why this young man sitting here is so handsome?” “Could be, Mom,” Tara replied. “When Seth was talking to his Dad yesterday, he mentioned that his Mom is the most beautiful woman he knows.” “Dad and I tell her that all the time,” I said, “but she just blushes and tells us to hush. But I’m being sincere when I tell her that, and my Dad’s face lights up every time he looks at her, so I know he thinks that too. I just hope you’ll like them.” “Son,” Joshua said, “they sound like our kind of people. I’m willing to bet that your Mom and Dad are more like Amanda and me than they are different. It sounds like we all have the same basic values. A person’s values are what show their measure, not their bank balance. I only hope we can make them comfortable enough that we can cut through the social strata nonsense and show them who we really are. “Now, if we’re all done with breakfast, I’d like to talk to you, Seth, about this client of mine we discussed yesterday. If you’re interested in meeting with him, you’ll have to call him at 11am.” “I’m anxious to speak with him,” I said. “Good. I should give you some more information about him and his business so you can sound your best on the phone. What do you say we talk about this over a couple of games of pool?” “I’d like to play you, Joshua,” I said. “I’m taking on the winner!” Tara exclaimed. “No, young lady, you’re not. You’re not even going to watch. This is going to be guy time. Seth and I need to talk, and you’re not going to sit there distracting him by looking all cute and lovely, and you’re not going to distract me by teasing me about the shots I miss. Go find something else to do,” Joshua said, firmly. Tara put on her best fake pout and said, “Fine, you two boys go play your amateur-style game and do your male-bonding thing. After lunch, I’ll take on the loser, and then I’ll take on the winner, and I’ll teach you both how the game is played.” Still trying to look miffed, she winked at her mother and flounced out of the room. Amanda sighed. “Now look what you’ve done. If she doesn’t beat you both this afternoon, she’ll stay up all night practicing so she can squash you both the next time you play.” “Let her,” Joshua laughed. “She’s good, and she knows it, but I’m the one who taught her how to play. What I didn’t teach her is how to cheat.” “Josh, you wouldn’t!” Amanda laughed. “You’re right, I wouldn’t, because she’d probably catch me. But I do know her weak spots. Seth, let’s go. I need to clue you in on how to put her off guard so you can beat her.” The pool games went well. Josh and I won a game each, and neither of us made it easy for the other. He shared a lot of information about his daughter, not only about her pool-playing skills, but about his relationship with her. It was obvious that he loved her very much. He also coached me about the phone call I was going to make to his client who owned the race car team. By the time 11 o’clock rolled around, I felt I was ready for my phone interview. Josh took me to his office and placed the call for me. He then gave me a thumbs-up and left the room, closing the door behind him. When I went to the dining room for lunch, the Hawthorne’s were already there. Amanda saw me first. She took one look at my face and bolted out of her chair. She wrapped me in the same kind of embrace my mother gave me when I was made co-captain of the football team in high school. “Oh, Seth, he liked you, didn’t he?” she squealed. “I guess he did. We were on the phone for over an hour. We asked each other a lot of questions, and we got pretty deep into some electronics tech areas that they know are weak spots for them. I’m meeting him at the shop the day before New Year’s Eve. I didn’t realize it, but it’s only about an hour from campus, which is great. He’s going to have the entire shop and office crew there to meet me. He said that, technically, he has to interview me in person, but I have the job.” Joshua came around the table and shook my hand enthusiastically. “I knew you could do it, son!” Tara was beaming. She came to me, looked me deep in the eyes, and then, right in front of her parents, embraced me and gave me a big kiss on the lips. “Congratulations, Seth. I’m so proud of you. This is going to be a great Christmas.” After lunch, Joshua invited me to play pool with him again. This time, Tara was allowed to come along. Amanda decided to join us. Joshua and I played first. We each played aggressively and well. I beat him, mainly because he missed a fairly easy shot. When Amanda laughed at him, Tara scolded her. Amanda said, “Oh honey, your Dad takes his game so seriously, just like everything else he does. He sometimes needs me to help him lighten up.” Joshua said, “Your Mom’s right, sweetheart, sometimes I do get too full of myself, but I figure if it’s worth doing, it’s worth doing right. But it’s nice of you to defend me. I almost want to let you win when we play.” “Let’s play right now, Daddy. Of course, I’ll beat you, but if I can tell you let me win, I will make your life miserable,” she said with mock seriousness. Amanda and I sat next to each other to watch. Halfway through the game, Lawrence knocked politely on the open door. “Please forgive my interruption, but there is a phone call for Mr. Johnson,” he said. “Sir, your father is calling for you.” He handed me a phone, gave us all the hint of a bow, and backed out of the room. “Hi, Dad,” I said into the phone. “What’s up?” “Merry almost-Christmas, son,” my Dad replied. “Your Mom and I just wanted to talk to you. Lawrence and Suzette were here earlier and brought the clothes they measured us for last night. I’ve gotta tell you, son, your Mom looks so good in her new outfit, I think I’ll keep her!” I could hear my Mom laughing in the background, then I could tell they were wrestling for the phone. “Seth, it’s Mom. Your father is as insufferable as always. I certainly hope he can behave himself tomorrow. Seriously, though, I like the way I look in this dress. And the accessories! That Suzette certainly knows how to pick clothing. And Lawrence managed to make your Dad look even more handsome than he was the day he proposed to me, and that’s saying a lot. Is Dr. Hawthorne anywhere nearby? I’d like to talk to her.” “Sure, Mom, she’s sitting right here next to me. We’re watching Tara slaughter her Dad at a game of pool.” “She’s not slaughtering me, she’s just lucky!” Joshua said, loud enough for my Mom to hear. Amanda took the phone from me. “Don’t mind my husband. His fragile ego is getting bruised by having his little girl beat him at his favorite game.” “Dr. Hawthorne,” my Mom said. “Do you have a minute?” Amanda answered, “Of course. But please, call me Amanda. I hear 'Dr. Hawthorne' all day at work, and sometimes it’s nice to be just plain, old Amanda.” “OK,” my Mom said, “and I’m Debbie. I wanted to call you to thank you for the wonderful clothes your employees brought for my husband and me. I’ve never felt so pampered, and my husband looks fantastic. We don’t know how to thank you enough.” “Just come and have Christmas with us and let us get to know you. That’s all my husband and I ask. You both must be wonderful people, considering the son you’ve raised. Joshua and I just adore him.” My Mom said, “We’re pretty proud of him, and we love him more than we can describe, Amanda. And we really want to see him. Do you folks have plans for him tonight, or would he and Tara be able to come over here for the evening? We’d really like to meet her, and we’re dying to see him. We haven’t seen our little boy since Thanksgiving.” “Hang on, Debbie,” Amanda said. She covered the phone and held it out to me. “Your Mom and Dad would like you to come home for a visit tonight. They really want to see you. They want you to bring Tara, too.” “Mom,” I said, taking the phone. "What time do you want us there?” “Can you and Tara come for dinner? We could eat around 5:30.” Tara had heard enough of the conversation to have an idea of what we were saying. She called out, “Ask your Mom what I should bring.” Mom said, “Tell Tara just to bring herself.” I said to Tara, “She doesn’t want us to bring anything. She just said we should come for dinner at 5:30.” Tara said, “Tell her we’ll be there at 4:30 so I can help her in the kitchen.” My Mom heard her and said, “She doesn’t need to help me. She’s our guest. But come whenever you can. Your Dad and I really want to meet her.” “OK, Mom. We’ll be there at 4:30. I love you, Mom.” I hung up the phone. “Seth,” Joshua said, your truck hasn’t arrived yet, so you’re going to have to take my car. The roads are cleared, so you’ll be fine.” “Joshua,” I said, “I wouldn’t want to drive your car. Tara can drive.” “Bad idea, Seth,” Josh laughed. “I taught Tara to drive. That’s when my hair started going gray. Besides, we all know what happened the last time she drove. Don’t you let her near my car keys!” “Very funny, Dad,” Tara said, giving him a withering stare. “Just for that, watch this.” She sank an incredible shot, landing her last two balls and the 8-ball in succession, winning the game. “I still say you’re just lucky,” Joshua grumbled. Then he grabbed Tara and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek. “Of course, you had a hell of a teacher.” On the way to my house, Tara was strangely quiet. “What’s wrong, baby,” I asked. “You seem nervous.” “Seth, what if they don’t like me?” “What’s not to like? You’re beautiful, smart, a good talker, lots of fun to be with, and now that you’ve dropped your rich bitch routine, a very nice person,” I replied. “Are you ever going to forgive me for the way I treated you?” Sara asked, shyly. “Honey, I already told you that I have forgiven you completely for everything. We all have to go through phases in our development to becoming who we really want to be. That was a phase I know you’ve given up. We love each other now, so that’s all that matters.” As we pulled up to my house, she muttered softly, “I just hope they can come to love me.” As I anticipated, my parents were captivated by Tara. My Dad found it challenging not to gaze at her too intently, as she looked fantastic in jeans and a sweater. She had chosen clothes that were well-fitting but not overly tight, aiming for a casual and appealing look while being respectful by not accentuating her curves too much. My Dad is quite similar to me, and his imagination allowed him to envision her true appearance, leaving him very impressed. At one point, while my Mom and Tara were enthusiastically discussing college, I noticed him mentally undressing her. I grinned at him, subtly shook my head, signaling "No," pointed at myself, and mouthed the word, "Mine." He coughed and turned away to conceal his laughter. We moved into the kitchen so Mom could work on dinner, and Tara insisted on helping her. Dad and I sat at the table and watched them in silence for a few minutes. Then he motioned me back into the living room. “Seth, he said, how do you really feel about this girl?” “What do you mean, Dad?” “Well, it seems kind of sudden to me. We talked on the phone every week when you were at school, and you never mentioned her. How could you hold out on your old man about landing a catch like this? She’s wonderful! She reminds me a lot of your Mom when she was that age. Same long legs, same great figure, same beautiful face, same penetrating, honest, and if I can get away with saying it, sexy eyes. If she were a brunette, I’d say she could pass as your Mom’s twin when Debbie was nineteen. The personality, too. God, she has it all. If it weren’t for your Mom, I’d make a play for her myself!” “Dad, you’d have to go through me first, and I’m sure not just stepping aside,” I said. “That’s OK, son, I’m just thinking out loud. I love your mother more than life itself, but I’m not so old that I can’t look. If you get really serious about this girl, I only hope she ages as well as your mother has.” “Wait until tomorrow until you meet Amanda, Tara’s mother. She has to be about fifty, but she’s still an extremely attractive woman. Even if her appearance doesn’t impress you, and I can’t imagine why it wouldn’t, her warmth and loving personality will make you wish you had known her all your life. Her Dad’s the same way. They could only have one child, Tara, but they always wanted a son, too. I think that may be part of why they’ve warmed up to me so fast. Although, actually, I think they’re just really warm people. You and Mom will like them, I’m sure. They know a little about you, and they’re really anxious to get to know you." “Dinner’s ready, boys,” Mom called from the kitchen. I’ve always loved my Mom’s cooking, and the sight and smells of her table always makes me really hungry, but Tara dug in like she was starving to death. After a few minutes of eating in relative silence, my Mom said, “Seth, tell us more about your trip home from school in that storm. I know the roads were really bad, but it seemed like it took you an awfully long time. You didn’t drive your truck here tonight. Did something happen to it that you’re embarrassed to tell us about?” I looked at Tara and she looked back at me, nodding slightly. “Something did happen on our trip home. I knew you could tell that I wasn’t telling you the whole story, but I wasn’t going to try to explain everything to you on the phone. But now that we’re here together, I’ll tell you everything. Please don’t interrupt me, and please hold your judgment until I’m done. OK?” My parents both nodded, looking grim, but kept silent as I told them every detail about what happened. I explained how I found Tara in her wrecked car, how we got kidnapped by Zeke and Merle, and about how they tied us up in their cabin. I gave them the whole account of Zeke getting drunk, talking about raping Tara, and holding me at gunpoint while forcing Tara to strip. I told them that, when Zeke was starting to rape Tara, his brother fought with him to stop him. I explained that Merle and Zeke fought while Tara untied me, and told them how Zeke laughed as he stabbed his brother to death with a fireplace poker. My Mom was trying not to cry, and my Dad had a look of rage on his face that I had never seen before. I told them how I shot Zeke twice when he lunged at Tara and me with the poker. At that point, Tara took over. Her face was streaming with silent tears. “Zeke fell over when Seth shot him in the leg, but he was still raging about how he was going to hunt us down and kill us. I was standing there naked, looking at the man who had tried to rape me and who had just seemed to enjoy murdering his own brother, and I knew that, somehow, he would kill Seth and me if we all survived the night. While I was getting dressed, I knew what I had to do. I threw that jug of moonshine at him, and it smashed right between his legs. Then I grabbed a kerosene lamp and dumped it all over him. I made Seth go out and start Zeke’s Jeep, while I watched the flammable liquid ooze across the floor toward the fireplace. I knew what was going to happen, and I felt in my heart that it was just. I cursed Zeke to the fires of Hell, and walked out the door. As we drove away, the cabin burst into flames.” No one moved or spoke for a while. Then my Mom got out of her chair and hugged Tara. They cried on each other’s shoulders for a time. Finally, in a very quiet and gentle voice, my Dad said, “Kids, there was nothing else you could do. You had to save your own lives. I’m just glad you had the strength and the grace of God to survive that so you could be here today.” I looked up at him, and for the first time in my life, I saw my Dad was crying. That was all it took for me to let go. Through my sobs, I said, “We started driving home, and when Tara could get out on her cell phone, she called her Dad. She wouldn’t tell him what had happened, but she did say we were in a stolen car. He was furious, but she promised to explain it, so he told her where to hide it. A guy met us there and took us to Tara’s house and she told her folks the whole story. Their reaction was about the same as yours. Her Dad disposed of the Jeep. He has friends and associates who are in criminal law, and they investigated everything and assured him that we would be in the clear. The one lawyer said there really wasn’t anything that would hold up in court, anyway. We’re just trying to move on.” Mom had returned to her chair. “My poor baby boy,” she sobbed. “My poor, beautiful little girl! Why did you have to go through this?” My Dad had regained his composure by this time. “Debbie, kids, do you remember the adage, ‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger’? I think this is a great example.” Tara nodded. “It certainly has changed me. Seth has shown me that love and compassion are the only things that really matter in this world. Everything else is un-important window-dressing. My parents had raised me to know that, but I had almost forgotten. It took that horrible night to bring me back to reality. The emotional scars from that night may never leave me, but I’m starting to accept them, because they’ve forced me to remember what’s important in life.” Dad said, “Tara, I don’t know if you know this, but I was in Viet Nam. I have some scars from that, both physical and emotional. I would never want to return to that time, but, unlike some of my fellow veterans, I’ve healed and grown from the experience. Trust me, I know what you mean.” When we got back to Tara’s house, it was after 10 o’clock. Her parents were in their TV room. “So, how was dinner?” Amanda said to Tara when we walked in. “Fabulous. Her Mom’s a great cook. Their house is really nice. It’s pretty, cozy, and warm. I really like Debbie and Tom.” I said, “My Mom and Dad fell in love with Tara. We talked a lot. Mom and Tara couldn’t stop yakking in the kitchen while they were getting dinner ready, and Dad told me Tara reminds him of Mom when she was Tara’s age. And, we told them the whole story of what happened to us the night we were driving home from school.” “How did they react?” Joshua asked. “Mom and Dad both cried, but they agreed that there was nothing else that we could have done.” “Oh Mom, Daddy,” Tara said, “they were so wonderful. They understood. Tom even shared some of his feelings about his war experiences, which I think was pretty hard for him. They accepted me.” “Now I’m really anxious to meet them,” Tara’s Dad said. “Speaking of which, Christmas morning is coming pretty soon. We should all get some sleep. We’ll see you kids for breakfast at 7:30. Seth, your folks are going to be here at 11:30, right?” “That’s the plan, Joshua. Well, Merry Christmas everybody,” I said as I turned for the door. “Hold on, young man,” Joshua said. “You don’t get away that easily.” He grabbed my hand and pulled me to him in a warm, manly bear hug. “Merry Christmas, son.” Tara’s Mom came up and tapped Joshua on the shoulder, like someone who wanted to cut in on a dancing couple. Joshua released me, and Amanda pulled me to her. “I’m so glad you’re here with us for Christmas, Seth. I’m so glad you found Tara and came here to us. I’ve always dreamed of waking up to a son on Christmas day. Now you’re here to let me pretend I have one.” She kissed me on both cheeks, and then pulled back just enough to focus, holding my face in her hands. “Thank you,” was all she said, and then she turned away. Tara and I walked hand in hand to the door. When we were in the hall, still in plain view of her folks, she pulled me to her, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Merry Christmas, honey,” she said in a voice intended for her parents to hear. Then she whispered in my ear, “I’ll be waiting for you.” We went to our own rooms. I quickly changed into the pajamas that were folded neatly on top of my dresser and made my way through our “secret” passage to Tara’s room. She was lying on her side in bed, a royal purple silk sheet drawn over her, her one beautifully shaped shoulder, her exquisite face, and her silky blond hair the only things exposed. When she saw me, she gave me her sultriest smile, but then she started to laugh. “What’s so funny?” I asked, confused. “Oh that Suzette and Lawrence!” she laughed. I wondered about these new sheets when Suzette made up my bed today, and she seemed to be in an especially good mood, but she didn’t say anything. And now you show up in pajamas that match my sheets exactly. Do you think that’s a coincidence?” “They’re at it again, aren’t they?” I said, grinning. “They sure are,” Tara said. “Well, come here, we certainly don’t want to disappoint them, do we.” When I walked to the side of the bed, Tara got to her knees, exposing her incredible body to me as she removed my pajama top. She kissed my chest, sucking lightly on my nipples. She worked her way up my throat, and then plunged her tongue into my mouth. I held her to me tightly, stroking her sensuous back as we kissed. Eventually, she broke our embrace and pulled my pajama bottoms off my hips. As I stepped out of them, she wrapped her gentle hands around my throbbing cock. “Make love to me, Seth. I want you inside me right now. No delay, no foreplay, no nothing. I’m so hot and wet for you that I just have to feel you fill me up right away. We have the whole night for play, but right now I just need you inside me.” I crawled up on the bed as she lay back. She positioned the head of my dick at her entrance and guided me inside. She was right. She was so wet that it felt like I had spent a long time preparing her. Although she was very, very tight, I smoothly slid in until our pubic bones met. Holding my upper body weight on my arms, I began to kiss her incredible mouth. Our tongues made love for a long time, while our genitals stayed still, enjoying the feel of our joining. Slowly, subtly, she began to move beneath and around me. “Make, long, slow, deep love to me, baby,” she whispered. We began to move together in a slow, gentle rhythm. I would pull out about halfway, taking my time, and then gradually sink in again to the hilt. Sometimes our movements were more of rocking than a thrusting motion. This wasn’t fucking. It wasn’t having sex. We were making love in every sense of the term. We were almost completely quiet. Neither of us spoke – there was no need. Neither of us moaned, grunted, squealed, or screamed. This wasn’t that kind of sex. For a long time, the only sounds we made were the soft sounds of kissing and the subtle liquid sound of a very wet pussy squeezing a very hard cock. After what seemed like an eternity of bliss, I felt Tara’s muscles begin to gently milk my manhood. We gradually increased the pace of our lovemaking, savoring the pleasure of every stroke. Finally, Tara broke our kiss to whisper, “I love you Seth, I love you.” I could feel her vaginal walls press rhythmically against my shaft as she sighed her way through her orgasm. Before she was done, I could feel myself swelling deep inside her, and I had my own soul-satisfying orgasm. I rolled over on my back, bringing Tara with me. She laid on top of me, holding me inside of her, and began to kiss me again. When she pushed herself up on her arms, I looked deep into her eyes. “I’ve never felt anything like that before, Tara. You truly are a goddess. I’m so deeply in love with you that I can’t begin to understand it. I just know that it’s real, and that’s all that matters,” I said. We drifted off for a while. I awoke to the sensation of wet stroking on my penis. Tara was on her hands and knees at the foot of the bed, licking me awake. “That’s nice,” I said. She paused for a moment. “You must have been tired. Your beautiful prick woke up a couple of minutes ago. I’m glad the rest of you finally got the message.” She resumed the task she had set out for herself. I lay there watching her. Her long blond hair was tossed over her back so I could see her gorgeous face as she impaled it with my manhood. I propped myself up on my arms so I could see her shapely ass sticking up behind her. She raised her eyes to look at me, her beautiful eyes full of love and lust. She sank onto one elbow, freeing her other hand to reach behind her to play with herself. What an amazing sight! “Tara, honey, bring that succulent pussy of yours up here. You shouldn’t be the only one getting to lick and suck on something,” I said. Tara giggled as she re-positioned herself into the sixty-nine position. I pulled her to me and began to lightly tease her smooth, puffy, outer labia with the tip of my tongue. She was already very moist. Her aroma and flavor begged me to pleasure her with much more vigor than the session we had first had tonight. I separated her outer folds and plunged my tongue inside, licking everything within reach. I curled my tongue and thrust it as deep inside her as I could, sucking her entire pussy with my mouth. Then I tickled and suckled her erect clit with my tongue as I inserted first one, then two fingers deep inside her. Her moaning and squirming let me know that this was what she needed. When I found her g-spot, she abandoned my cock so she could gasp in enough air to supply her body during her orgasm. “Oh God, oh God, oh God!” she yelled in a strangled voice as she bucked on my face. I drank her nectar as rapidly as I could as her orgasm continued. When she was done, she threw herself off me and collapsed, panting, on the bed beside me. “I thought I was going to pass out!” she said, still trying to recover. “Just hang on a minute, baby, I’ll get back to you as soon as my head clears!” I turned in the bed so I could lie next to her and held her in my arms. I kissed and nuzzled her. I played with her hair. I gently caressed her beautiful, firm breasts, lightly teasing her nipples with my fingertips. When they were erect again, I reached behind her and gently stroked and rubbed her smooth, tight asscheeks. Then I reached between her legs so I could let my fingers slither over her still-drenched pussy. She responded by snaking a hand between us to play with my as yet unsatisfied cock and balls. “I’m so sorry, Seth, I almost forgot that I didn’t finish you. I guess you distracted me,” she said with a naughty giggle. We lay there for awhile, gently stroking and kissing each other. I could tell that she was getting aroused again, even though she said nothing. Suddenly, she pulled away and got on her hands and knees again. She stared at me for a moment wearing an oddly serious expression on her face. Then, a smile began to tug at the corners of her mouth and her eyes began to sparkle. Finally, she murmured, “Doggy, anyone?” As I positioned myself behind her, she wiggled her butt at me, clenching and unclenching her muscles so that her pussy seemed to wink at me. She reached between her legs to help guide my raging hard-on inside her. As I slid in, she let out a contented moan. “Oh, God, Seth, that’s good.” She let her upper body sink to the bed, twisting so she could look back at me. “Fuck me good and hard, honey,” she said. This time, there was pure animal lust pulling our bodies together. We rutted like dogs in heat, like a mare and a stallion. I pounded into her, and she thrust back against me just as hard. I could reach her one tit, and I tweaked, fondled, and twisted the hard little nipple as I pistoned in and out of her tight pussy. We weren’t quiet this time. We were both grunting and moaning our lust. Our bodies were making loud smacking sounds as they slapped together, and our soaking wet sex made loud, lewd squelching noises. We were able to keep this up for a fair amount of time, but the end was inevitable. All too soon, I felt my juices coming to a boil as my sack smacked over and over against her. I released her tit and reached for her clit, massaging and tweaking it. When her cunt muscles began to pulse on me, she started to make a tortured keening noise. I shoved myself into her as deep as I knew how, feeling myself swell even larger than I had already been. “Cum in me, Seth, cum in me now! I need it!” she wailed. Spurt after spurt of hot jizz erupted from me as I roared like a lust-crazed beast. We slept in each other’s arms the rest of the night. When Tara’s alarm woke us, we kissed, and I went back to my room to get ready for Christmas. At breakfast, Tara’s parents were strangely subdued. They were warm and friendly, but they almost seemed on edge. Tara finally said, “Mom, Dad, what’s wrong?” Joshua sighed and looked almost uncomfortable, but said nothing. Finally, Amanda said, “Kids, we’re worried. We’re afraid Seth’s parents won’t like us. We’re worried that they won’t understand us.” “Oh, Mom,” Tara said soothingly, “I liked them a lot, and they seemed to like me. Why are you worrying?” “Because we’re afraid that they will think we are too different from them. Some people are very uncomfortable when they are confronted by the trappings of wealth that they don’t have. How can we make them understand that we’re hard-working people who just want to make them feel welcome?” I spoke up. “Joshua, Amanda, I thought about that too. I was pretty intimidated when I first got here. The mansion, the serving staff, the obvious money… it was a lot for me to process. But now that you’ve shown your true selves to me, I don’t really see it so much. I mean, sure, I know that you guys are wealthy, and you live a lifestyle that I never even dreamed of, but when I talk to you, it all disappears. All I see is a great, warm loving family. Let yourselves be yourselves. You’ll see that you two are really a lot like my Mom and Dad. “When Tara and I were there last night, it was pretty obvious that my Mom and Dad fell in love with her. If you let them see how much you love your daughter, too, they’ll focus on that. They love me the same way, so you guys will automatically have some common ground. Just take it from there.” Joshua said, “Thanks, son. I needed to hear that from you. Now, if everyone is done with breakfast, let’s go into the great room.” As we entered the room, Tara let out a squeal of delight. “Oh Mom, Daddy, you did it again!” The room had been transformed overnight into a Christmas scene like a Norman Rockwell painting. There was a huge tree decorated with antique ornaments. A Christmas village scene was laid out underneath it, complete with houses, shops, snow-covered yards and streets, children sledding, and horse-drawn sleighs. The windows of the room were draped with holly and pine garland, and large, bulging stockings hung at the fireplace. It was beautiful. Amanda said, “We never did much in the way of gifts at Christmas. Usually, we just let Santa fill our stockings. And look, there’s one for each of us. Tara, honey, why don’t you get them down and bring them to us?” Tara brought each of us our stockings. Amanda emptied hers first. The gifts inside were simple, but personal (and some, obviously expensive). There were gourmet chocolates, perfume, an onyx and jade pen and pencil set, and a pearl necklace with matching earrings. Joshua went next. He pulled out a box of pool cue chalk, a small leather-bound appointment book, after-shave, and a set of ruby and diamond cufflinks. When it was Tara’s turn, she found a bag of macadamia nuts (“My favorite!” she laughed), perfume, a new cell phone, and a small wrapped box that could have held a bracelet. “What’s this, she asked?” “Open it,” her Mom and Dad said together. When she did, she just sat there with a stunned look on her face, her lower lip trembling. “What is it?” I asked, leaning over to look. As Tara held up a key fob, a horn sounded outside. We looked up to see Suzette stepping out of a new, red Mercedes sport coupe. Joshua came over and hugged his daughter. “The truck picked up your vehicles yesterday. There was no fixing your car, so we got you a new one. Merry Christmas, honey.” “Oh Mom, Daddy, thank you!” Tara cried, her wet eyes beginning to spill tears of joy down her cheeks. “Come on, everyone, let’s go out and see it!” “Hang on a minute, sweetheart,” Amanda chided her daughter, smiling indulgently. “Let Seth empty his stocking first. Show some manners, young lady.” “I’m sorry, Mom, I’m just so excited! Seth, I’m sorry. Please, honey, empty your stocking.” I pulled out a small box of dark chocolate cherry cordials (how did they know?), a beautiful wristwatch, a cell phone, and a wrapped box like the ones neckties come in. “A cell phone!” I exclaimed. “I’ve always wanted one!” Amanda, said, “We put you on our plan. Now you can call your folks and us whenever you want, wherever you are. Since you’re on our plan, there will be no cost to you, no matter how much you talk or text.” Joshua said, “Open the wrapped box, son. I hope you like it.” I tore off the wrapping paper and opened the box. Inside was something wrapped in layers of tissue paper. I unfolded the paper to find a gas company credit card. “What’s this?” I asked confused. Just then, another horn blew outside. We looked out the window to see Lawrence climbing out of a shiny, black, four-door, mean-as-hell-looking new pick-up truck. It was tricked out with all the popular accessories. “We leased that truck for you,” Joshua said. “Everything is paid for, including insurance. It may be a little thirsty, though, so the gas card should keep it happy. The bills will come to me.” It was my turn to get excited. I stood up and ran to the window to get a better look. The thing was beautiful. I just stood there and stared. Then I felt Tara pressing herself against my back, her arms going around my waist. “Mom and Daddy asked what you might want, and I said your truck was showing its age. Do you like it?” “Like it? I love it!” I yelled. I looked back to see Amanda and Joshua beaming at me. “Merry Christmas, son,” they said. “Let’s all get our coats and go get a better look.” “I don’t know what to say. You guys are the best!” I said. “Thank you! But I don’t have anything for you.” “Nonsense,” Joshua said. “You already gave us our gift, one that no amount of money could ever buy. You brought our darling daughter home to us, alive and safe. No gift anyone could ever give will be better than that one. Now come on, Tara needs to take her Mom for a ride, and I really want to see what that beast of yours is like. Everyone grab their coats.” Christmas dinner with my parents was a huge success. After some initial nervousness on the part of both couples, they were all talking animatedly with each other. By the time we had our evening meal, a buffet set up in the great room, everyone was behaving as though they had been close friends for many years. We covered a number of topics, including our terrifying night with Zeke and Merle at their cabin. Everyone agreed that Tara and I had handled ourselves in the only way we could. Our mothers both felt that the big tragedy of that night was poor Merle’s death. On a brighter note, I told my folks about the job prospect I had with the race team. It turns out that my Dad knows one of their fabricators, having worked with him about ten years ago. My folks were excited about the idea, once they were convinced that the race team job would be summer employment and an internship, not a substitute for my continuing education. When it got late, I drove my parents home in my new truck, promising to return to the Hawthorne’s the next day for lunch. My folks and I talked long into the night about Tara and her family. Alone in my own bed that night, I slept poorly. I kept reaching out for her, frustrated at not feeling her warm nude body pressed against mine. Tara and I spent the next few days together, visiting old high school friends. The guys were all impressed by my new truck, but much more impressed with my new girlfriend. Tara, too, showed me off to a few of her old girlfriends. We spent a few nights at her house, keeping up the charade of going to our separate bedrooms, followed by me sneaking over to her room. Each night was both passionate and tender. Although we were constantly in heat, we were beginning to realize how deep our love for each other was becoming. Every moment we had to spend apart was agony. Tara drove me to my interview in her car. She had decided to drop me off at the race shop and then head over to campus to look for an apartment. She was going to move out of the sorority house when we got back to school. I was going to keep my dorm room, since it was already under contract. Besides, we thought it would be wise to make everything look good to our folks. I got the job with the race team. I spent my weekends at the shop, learning the operation. During Spring Break, Tara and I traveled with the team to a race, watching the events from the pits. Our car qualified well, but retired about halfway through the event with engine problems. The “post-mortem” on the motor revealed some of the same problems that the team owner had been frustrated with. We knew we had our work cut out for us, but my rapport with some of the shop crew had me hopeful that we could find solutions. __________ Tara’s family and mine grew closer. We spent some summer weekends on the yacht, not as two families and their kids, but more as three couples very much in love. By the time Tara and I returned to school that fall, we had dropped all pretenses, and took an apartment together. Tara and I both graduated with top honors from our college and got accepted to the same university, near the race team’s main shop in North Carolina. She enrolled in their medical school, and I began work on my two master’s degrees. We were both insanely busy with our studies, she spent a lot of time at the hospital, and I worked long hours at the race shop, but we spent every free moment together. Sometimes we were able to fly home on the team jet to spend time with our families. On one of those visits, Tara’s Mom pulled me aside. “Seth, I know that you and Tara are thinking about getting married. Joshua and I have talked about it a lot, and we think it would be the most wonderful thing. When we visit with your Mom and Dad, we talk about it too, and we know that they would be thrilled to have Tara as their daughter-in-law. I also know that you haven’t actually proposed to Tara. “Mom,” I said (I’d been calling her and Joshua ‘Mom’ and ‘Dad’ for a couple of years at this point), “I’m sort of waiting for the right moment. I’m also saving money for a nice ring. I think I’d like to propose to Tara at our family Christmas dinner this year. But please, don’t let Tara know. I really want it to be a surprise.” “Your secret’s safe with me, Seth. And I think I know how to really surprise her. Wait here.” She came back in a moment, holding her one hand behind her. “Josh’s grandmother gave something to me after his grandfather died. She wanted Tara to have it if she ever met the right man. I think she’ll like it.” She held out her hand and handed me an obviously old ring box. I opened it. Inside it was the most beautiful diamond ring I had ever seen. The large center stone was surrounded by a ring of tiny, brilliant diamonds, all in an intricate antique setting of yellow gold. “Mom, it’s beautiful. The gold reminds me of the shine of Tara’s hair, and the diamonds sparkle like her eyes when I tell her how much I love her. It’s perfect. It’s just like her. Mom, it’s just like you.” __________ We had our traditional Christmas morning together in the Hawthorne’s great room. Both our parents were there. We all emptied our stockings and had a great time examining each other’s gifts. When the last stocking had been emptied, I excused myself as though I had to go to the bathroom. When I came back, Joshua winked at me. He knew what I was up to. “Tara, I said, Santa left another stocking. It had a note in it that said, ‘For Seth from Santa. Share this with someone you love.’ Why don’t you open it, honey?” Tara took the tiny stocking and shook out a small package, not much larger than a pack of chewing gum. She looked at it, puzzled. “Open it, honey. I really want you to have it.” She peeled off the wrapping paper, revealing a small white cardboard box. She opened the box and shook out a tightly wrapped piece of red tissue paper. When she unfolded the paper, her hand flew to her mouth as she gasped. “Oh Seth!” she cried. “Will you marry me, Tara?” I asked, having gotten down on one knee in front of her. With tears running down her cheeks, Tara lifted her eyes from the ring to gaze at me. “Yes,” she whispered. I took the ring and placed in on her finger. “I love you. I want to be with you forever. I want you to be my wife.” Tara and I were married the following summer. It was a fairly simple and small ceremony. Her father gave her away. Amanda was her matron of honor and my Mom was her bridesmaid. My Dad was my best man. Our honeymoon was really only a long weekend, because of our work, but we were ecstatic. We spent the entire time in bed, fucking our brains out! A few days before Christmas that year, we realized that it was the five-year anniversary of the horrible night we had spent in the cabin with the sadistic rapist and murderer, Zeke, and his kind-hearted, gentle giant of a brother, Merle. The weather was clear that day, so we drove along the road until we found the site of their cabin. The dirt road to it was very overgrown, so we parked on the edge of the hard road and hiked through the brush to the ruins of the cabin. It appeared as though the burned-out cabin was undisturbed. Brush and small saplings were growing through the rubble of charred timbers. We said a prayer for poor Merle, and held each other and cried. _________ Five more years passed. I had earned my master’s degrees in both electronics engineering and business management and was now running the engine shop of the race team, which we had moved to North Carolina into a new facility next to the main race shop. Our new driver had just won Rookie-of-the-Year honors, having finished third in season points. Several other teams were now buying their engines from us. Tara was taking a break from her residency in pediatric oncology, awaiting the birth of our first child. Her pregnancy had been fairly uneventful. If possible, she was now even more beautiful than she had been when I first met her. The sight of her swollen body, carrying my son, filled me with more love for her than I could comprehend. The only problem was that we could not decide on a name for the baby. When Tara’s water broke one night, we were so busy getting her to the hospital, that we didn’t even discuss the name then. Her labor was long and painful, but the delivery went well. When the baby was born, we were both impressed by his size. He cried lustily at first, but calmed down immediately when he was place in Tara’s arms. “What’s his name?” the doctor asked. Tara and I both looked at our precious son. Then we gazed at each other with love. “Look at him, honey,” I said. “He’s so big, and yet so gentle. He already looks like he loves you. Only one name will do for him.” “I know, Seth. You’re right. I’m surprised we didn’t realize this before.” Turning to look at the doctor, she said, “His name is Merle.” The End

This introduction serves as a direct continuation of my earlier sex stories. Essentially, I'm narrating the most intriguing and thrilling sexual experiences of my life in chronological order. I'll attempt to provide sufficient background for new readers to dive right in, but I apologize if I fall short. In summary, for the complete experience, you might want to start from the beginning. Thank you and enjoy. The Roommate - A Sex Story June 2002 In the summer of 2002, I was 22 years old and had been dating Belinda since I was 15. She was an incredibly beautiful Latina with wavy, dark brown hair that reached just past her shoulders, brown eyes, and a slim figure with a lovely set of B-cup breasts. We lost our virginity to each other about eight months into our relationship. In the summer of 1999, a spontaneous game of Truth or Dare led to a threesome with Belinda and her best friend, Marcela, another stunning Latina. This experience extended throughout the entire summer. A year and a half later, during the Christmas break, the three of us found ourselves together again, even though Marcela was engaged by then. After those encounters, no matter how great the sex was between Belinda and me, I couldn't stop thinking about having them both together again. It became an obsession, and I was always looking for a way to recreate that magic. If there's one lesson I've learned from this story I'm about to share, it's this: Don't hesitate. If there's something you want, pursue it relentlessly. After the holiday break, Belinda returned to her school in Florida. Our relationship had been long-distance for several years, and I was feeling incredibly lonely. I had been frequently looking at the photos Marcela took of the three of us that night in December. One morning, it dawned on me that there was nothing keeping me in Texas. With Belinda still in school in Florida, I decided I was done with the long-distance relationship. I packed up my things and set out on the road, eager to start a new life and embrace the unknown. Belinda was thrilled about my decision too. She was living with her college friend from Poland, Kasia, in a three-bedroom apartment. Their third roommate had recently moved out, leaving a vacant room, so it made perfect sense for me to move in with them. I arrived in April and met Kasia for the first time. Kasia had a very exotic accent. As I said before, I was 22 and Belinda was 23. Kasia was a little older than we were. She was 32. She had straight dirty blonde hair that hung to the center of her back, sky blue eyes and an athletic build. She was very bright and extremely open-minded and I found having conversations with her very pleasing. Once I got settled in, the three of us spent a lot of time hanging out, drinking beer, and generally having a good time together. The nights were wonderful as well. Belinda and I made love very frequently and I was truly happy. Kasia would occasionally crack jokes about hearing Belinda and me having sex at night due to the thin walls in the apartment. Honestly, after so much time apart, we were fucking like jack rabbits. Life was going really well. So here’s where everything started to get a little sticky. One morning, I was sitting at my desk working when the phone rang. I was working from home at the time. I rarely answered the house phone because Belinda’s parents didn’t know we were living together and were a bit old fashioned. Belinda had already left for work and the phone kept ringing and ringing, so finally I picked it up. When I said hello, I was greeted by a woman’s voice speaking in what I could only assume was Polish. I figured the call was for Kasia, so I left my room and went across the living room and down the hall to her bedroom which was next door to Belinda’s. I knocked and immediately heard Kasia’s voice through the door. “Yes?” “Phone’s for you.” I answered. I was waiting for her reply when the door swung open, and I could not believe what I saw. Kasia was standing in the doorway wearing nothing but a pair of pink and white striped panties. If I had been drinking anything, I’m sure I would’ve spit it all over the place like they do in the movies. It was that kind of jarring surprise. Her skin was tan everywhere except for her breasts. She had a very distinct bikini tan line. Her legs were muscular and her stomach and arms were thin and toned. Her breasts were about the same size as Belinda’s, but unlike hers, Kasia had small pink nipples. She took the phone from me, smiled and said “Thanks.” Before turning around and closing the door. I slowly walked back to my room, stunned. My head was spinning. I felt a bit awkward about it, but a part of me was already imagining what it would be like to be with her. I wasn't sure if I should tell Belinda about it. The last thing I wanted was to disrupt our happy home. Then, I wondered if it was some kind of test. Maybe Belinda had set it up to see if I would confess. I thought about it briefly before my mind wandered to new fantasies about being intimate with Kasia. I got so worked up that I hurried into my private bathroom to relieve myself while thinking about her. When Belinda got home, I decided to tell her what had happened. It turned out it wasn’t a test. Belinda just laughed it off, saying that Kasia had always been very free-spirited and sometimes did things like that. She told me it wasn’t a big deal to her if it wasn’t to me. I told her it wasn’t. Maybe it should have been. Over the next couple of months, I saw a lot more of Kasia’s body. As I mentioned, I was working from home, so I was in the apartment almost all day. It soon became very clear that Kasia wasn’t terribly fond of wearing shirts in the house. There was even a time when I was eating breakfast at the kitchen table one morning when she had come out of her bedroom completely naked just to get a bottle of water from the fridge. I’m almost ashamed to admit that I jerked off twice that day. So that was how it went for a good long while. I would stay out in the living room all day trying to catch a glimpse of Kasia passing through and then run back to my little bathroom and rub one out. Then Belinda would get home and we’d all hang out for a while, then Belinda and I would go back to my room and have sex. Life was good. There was never any awkwardness between Kasia and me. It usually seemed like she wasn’t even aware that I was there, let alone staring at her body and crafting erotic fantasies of the two of us in my mind. Yes, life was very good indeed. It was a Friday night and the three of us had planned to hit the town. We all got dolled up and hit the strip. We didn’t really go out all that often, so when we did, we made it count. Belinda was wearing a skin tight black mini dress that was basically a skin tight black tube that covered her from her breasts to just below her ass. Kasia was wearing a denim mini-skirt and a lacey black top with spaghetti straps. They both did their night club make up thing and looked insanely hot. We went out and hit bar after bar, dancing, drinking beer, tequila, and whatever other drink we could come up with and by closing time, we were all pretty shit-faced. We took a cab home and ended up congregating in the kitchen of the apartment. We were all crowded around the fridge and Belinda was passing out more beer. We were laughing and hooting and generally being drunk and behaving poorly. I wish I could say that I had had ulterior motives with what happened next, but the truth is, I was just really drunk. “I wanna get naked!” I shouted. “So get naked.” Belinda laughed. “I don’t want to get naked alone!” I slurred. “Come on Johnny, don’t be shy!” she smiled as she started pulling my shirt up over my head. “So, I’m gonna be the only naked one?” I asked as she dropped my shirt to the kitchen floor. “You said you wanted to get naked, so are you gonna get naked or not?” she asked through more laughter. During all of the times we had had sex with Marcela, Belinda had become very comfortable about all kinds of sexual things. Things that might have bothered a normal girl didn’t bother her in the least. She didn’t care about Kasia walking around the apartment topless all day long, and apparently, she didn’t care if I stripped down in front of Kasia either. She had become a fiercely sexual woman and enjoyed all of the excitement as much as I did. We had never been sexual in front of anyone besides Marcela and I wondered if Belinda had something in mind. I kicked my flip flops off of my feet and unbuttoned my jeans. Belinda and Kasia were both staring at me and I suddenly became a bit self conscious, so I turned around to let my jeans fall to the floor. They both laughed and hooted at my bare ass. I cupped my hands over my privates before turning to face them. Belinda immediately protested. “Come on! When did you become so shy?” Then Kasia chimed in. “It doesn’t matter John.” She could tell by the look on my face that I needed more convincing. “I walk around here in my panties all the time. I really don’t care if you get naked. If I could, I’d be naked all the time.” I smiled and reluctantly moved my hands away from my crotch. Both girls stared down at my cock and smiled. “There you go Johnny.” Belinda said. I could feel my dick growing already. “Do you feel better now?” In an effort to convey comfort, I hoisted myself up onto the counter top, sat down on the edge of it and sipped my beer. I could feel my pulse in my dick as it slowly rose to attention. “You have a pretty dick.” Kasia said. Belinda and I immediately started laughing hysterically. “I don’t think anyone has ever called my dick pretty before today!” I drunkenly howled. We were all in tears and the alcohol had erased any inhibitions we might have been feeling otherwise. God bless alcohol. Belinda leaned against the counter beside me and said “Awe, it is pretty Johnny.” as she reached over and gave it a gentle squeeze between her fingertips. “Your mouth is pretty.” I slyly quipped. “Oh, was that a hint?” she grinned. The truth is, I wanted her to lead me to my bedroom and give me a blow job before fucking my brains out. I was incredibly surprised when she actually leaned over and took the head of my cock into her mouth in front of Kasia, right there in the kitchen. The gears were already going in my mind. Was Belinda’s exhibitionist side coming out to play? Then she pulled away laughing. She had just been showing off for Kasia. Kasia was laughing even though she had a shocked look on her face. “Oh my God, for a minute there I thought you two were gonna start making a porno in the kitchen. Belinda’s eyes lit up. “We should totally watch a porno!” she exclaimed, and she disappeared into my bedroom. During the years that we were apart, I had amassed a pretty impressive collection of porno DVD’s. On occasion, Belinda and I would watch one together as foreplay, so she knew where I kept my stash. When she came out, she knelt down in front of the TV stand in the living room and turned on the Television. I walked into the living room with my beer in hand and sat down on the couch. By now I had gotten really comfortable being naked in front of them both. Kasia sat on the opposite couch that faced the one I was sitting on. Belinda grabbed the remote and sat down next to me. The menu came up and Belinda hit play. The movie started and we all had some good laughs at the cheesy plot. My erection had gone away by the time we got to the first sex scene. It was a scene featuring two slender women kissing. They began to remove each other’s clothes and got into some heavy petting, licking, sucking and what have you. My cock was rising again and Belinda saw it growing harder. Kasia was watching the TV and making comments about how unrealistic the premise was. She didn’t notice me leaning over to kiss Belinda. Apparently, Belinda was getting a little turned on too. As soon as she felt my lips on her neck, she turned and kissed me with her mouth wide and tongue thrashing. My cock was growing rapidly by then. I suddenly realized that I was sitting naked on the couch making out with my girlfriend while watching a porno in front of our roommate. I was suddenly certain that Belinda wanted to put on a little show for Kasia. Belinda loved being watched. Not wanting to disappoint, I reached up to Belinda’s chest and started gently massaging her right breast through her tight black mini dress. I noticed that Kasia had stopped talking so I glanced over and saw that we had gotten her attention. She was watching us and wasn’t showing any sign that she was uncomfortable or wanted to leave. I was too drunk to care either way, but having her there watching only served to turn us on more. I wanted to see how far it would go, so I pulled the black cloth of Belinda’s dress down to expose her perky tan breasts. She moaned loud as I did it. She wasn’t trying to be quiet or secretive. I knew by that point that all bets were off, so I lowered my mouth toward Belinda’s chest. She whipped her head back and moaned even louder as I drew her nipple into my mouth. Kasia was definitely focused on us now. Belinda was staring across the room at her as I sucked on her nipples. Kasia was smiling. I was sharply reminded of that night playing truth or dare with Marcela back in Texas all those years ago. We were moving into new territory and we were all excited about it. By then the two women on the screen were fully naked and one was going down on the other. Kasia was watching us intently, so I decided to take things a step further. I grabbed the bottom of Belinda’s skin tight mini-dress and started pulling it upward. She eagerly lifted her ass off the couch to oblige me. I pulled the skirt up until it was in a bunch around her midsection. She was wearing a black thong. She started kissing me again as I put the tip of my middle finger over her pussy on the outside of her panties. She moaned into my mouth as she hoisted her leg over mine. I started to massage the thin black cloth of her panties into her rapidly moistening slit. She spread her legs wider, giving Kasia a full view of what I was doing to her. Kasia continued to stare at us. Belinda slid her hand down my stomach toward my cock which was now standing straight up. She lazily wrapped her fingers around it and gently started stroking up and down as I slipped a finger under the side of her panties and pulled them to the side, giving Kasia a clear view of Belinda’s glistening pussy lips. I continued to rub her clit and suck her tits as she gently jacked me off. It was clear that we had an audience and Belinda was fully committed to putting on a show. She stood up in front of me facing Kasia and pulled her mini-dress up and over her head. She was staring at Kasia and smiling when she then pulled her panties down over the wide curve of her hips and let them fall to the floor around her feet. She kicked them away and then slowly backed up and then straddled me, still facing Kasia. Her pussy was wet and I could feel it slide across the tip of my cock. She slid her wet lips back and forth lubing up my cock as she stared at Kasia. Then, she raised up and reached between her legs to grip my cock. She finally slid down onto me. Kasia watched as Belinda began to grind up and down on my dick. The ladies on the TV were grinding their pussies together and moaning. Belinda was suddenly moaning louder than they were. The world I thought had been closed off was suddenly open again. Here we were in the moment and I was smiling so big I might’ve pulled a muscle. Oddly enough, I felt myself wanting to impress Kasia. It was a strange impulse, but there it was. I pulled Belinda off of me and stood her up before I took my place behind her. I violently bent her forward and she placed her hands on the coffee table. “Oh, fuck yeah Johnny! Fuck me from behind!” she said. I looked across the table at Kasia and stared her in the eye as I slammed my cock into Belinda’s wet pussy. I was pounding her doggy style now and I could tell that Kasia was really getting into our little exhibition. I kept staring her in the eye as I fucked Belinda. I wanted her to feel involved and it apparently worked. She leaned forward and started to pull her top off. Then in one quick motion she popped the front snap on her bra and it popped open revealing her pale perky breasts. By that time, I had grown to love Kasia’s tits. I had thought about them so many times when I jacked off that it bordered on obsession. It was so amazing to be able to stare at them while I was fucking Belinda’s warm wet pussy. Then Belinda said “Do you like watching us Kass?” Kasia stood up, pulled her skirt off and sat back down on the couch in her panties. “Mmm-hmm.” She spread her legs and started to rub her pussy through her panties. She was lightly moaning and I knew that I wanted to be inside of her more than anything. I kept thinking back on all the threesomes Belinda and I had had with Marcela. I figured I could get Belinda to get Kasia involved if I could just get her a little closer. I had a plan. I pulled my dick out of Belinda and almost pushed her onto the couch next to Kasia. Before she had a chance to think, I climbed onto her and pushed my dick back inside of her sweet pussy. I looked over at Kasia. She had pulled the crotch of her panties to the side and was now pushing two fingers in and out of herself as I fucked Belinda next to her. I kept hoping that Belinda would reach over and touch her, or kiss her or something. Not that I was in any position to complain. I wanted Kasia so badly, but it was completely up to Belinda. As long as Belinda initiated it, it would be okay, but without her say so, it was a big no-no. Kasia was still fingering herself as she watched us fuck, but that was all the involvement she had. I was staring at her as Belinda began to shudder. An orgasm was shaking through her with ferocious intensity. It was amplified by Kasia’s presence. Kasia pumped her fingers faster as Belinda came and was bringing herself to climax. Our eyes were locked and I got the immediate sense that she wanted me. She had to know that I wanted her too, but without Belinda pushing it, there was nothing to be done. Soon Kasia was experiencing her own orgasm and my own was not far behind. I pounded Belinda’s pussy as I watched Kasia withdraw her fingers and furiously rub at her clit. She started to moan in loud bursts as I felt my load gathering pressure at the base of my cock. I finally pulled my cock out of Belinda’s pussy and stood up. I started to jack my cock again as Belinda sat up and pulled her hair back. She put her face in front of my dick, closed her eyes and tilted her head back. Kasia watched me jerk myself as Belinda said “Cum in my mouth baby! Feed me your cum!” I was panting as I felt the warm cum travel up my cock and explode out of me. The first shot hit Belinda’s left cheek and she opened her mouth wider. The second blast was a bulls-eye. A hot gush of white cum sprayed past her lips and splashed on her tongue. Then another. Then a fourth. The last few drops dripped pitifully out of me onto Belinda’s chest and I was spent. Kasia was staring at us, just as exhausted as we all were. Belinda smiled as she wiped the cum off of her cheek and licked her fingertips. “Oh, wow. That was nice.” she smiled. Kasia stood up and picked her clothes up off the floor. “That was so hot!” “I wasn’t sure if you’d be into it.” Belinda replied. “After I told you about all the stuff we did with our friend Marcela back home, I couldn’t really tell if you would want to or not.” “No, it was totally cool. I just don’t want us to feel weird tomorrow is all.” Kasia answered. “That’s easy.” Belinda said. “Just don’t let it be weird. You don’t feel weird, do you Johnny?” “I feel fucking great.” I said. Kasia laughed and Belinda stood up. “Okay, so I’m going to go to bed then.” Kasia said. “But, I won’t be weird tomorrow, I promise.” She said over her shoulder as she headed down the hall. “Goodnight you guys.” Belinda and I went to my bedroom to lie down. I told her how much I enjoyed everything that had just happened. She wasn’t surprised. “I think she wants to fuck you.” Belinda said. “Really?” I asked, feigning surprise. “Come on Johnny, she said you have a pretty dick. Of course she wants to fuck you.” she said. “I don’t know if she’s into girls, but she was definitely checking you out.” “So, are you thinking about…” I knew what I wanted to say, but wasn’t sure if I should. Luckily, she finished for me. “Making a move on Kasia?” she asked, then answered. “Probably not. I mean, watching two people have sex is one thing. Having your roommate try and lez out with you is another.” She finished. “Plus, I don’t know… I haven’t done that kind of stuff with anybody besides Marcela.” “Yeah, Marcela was a lot of fun.” I said. “Not more fun than me though right?” she asked. “Of course not!” I shouted, acting offended at the very thought. We laughed and kissed each other goodnight. Before long, Belinda was asleep, and I found myself staring at the patterns on my ceiling in the dark. I couldn't stop thinking about Kasia. It was even more intense now because Belinda had mentioned that Kasia was interested in me. I lay there imagining Kasia pleasuring herself while I was with Belinda. I wanted to be with Kasia. I needed to find a way to involve her with Belinda. I began to fantasize about a threesome with them. My excitement grew under the sheets as I imagined it, and soon I was aroused again. Belinda was fast asleep, and I considered going to the bathroom to relieve myself. I dismissed the idea, not wanting to risk waking Belinda and causing any misunderstandings or embarrassment. I listened to the silence in the apartment for a while. Feeling restless, I decided to quietly move to the living room to take care of myself. I carefully got out of bed and approached the door. I opened it slightly and peeked out. The living room was dark and silent, so I opened the door a bit wider and slipped out, closing it gently behind me. As I headed toward the couch, a thought crossed my mind. Kasia had mentioned earlier, “If I could, I’d be naked all the time.” I pondered her words and realized she might be sleeping nude. A sudden rush of adrenaline surged through me as I entertained an audacious thought: what if I went into Kasia’s room to relieve myself? No, it was too risky and honestly inappropriate. What if she discovered me? It could ruin everything. I knew it was wrong and foolish, yet I couldn't shake the thought. My eyes had adjusted to the darkness, allowing me to see quite clearly. Before I could rationalize further, I found myself moving. I walked through the living room, past the kitchen, and down the hallway leading to the two bedrooms at the other end of the apartment. I passed the bathroom and suddenly found myself standing in front of Kasia’s door. I stood in the silence for a while until I could hear Kasia breathing softly. I registered it as the soft breathing that only comes from sleep. I reached for the knob and slowly and silently twisted it. Much to my satisfaction, the door glided open silently. I peered in and saw Kasia lying on her side in bed, facing the wall. I let my eyes adjust some more and saw that the sheet was draped across her body, just covering her butt, but her bare back was exposed to me. The bottom edge of the sheet was just high enough for me to be able to tell she wasn’t wearing any panties. I opened the door wider and stepped inside. I walked silently to the edge of her bed. My cock was still rock hard despite my nerves. I was anxious and excited. Scared and exhilarated. It was the strangest combination of sensations I had ever felt. I wrapped my fingers around my cock, gripped it tightly and began to push and pull the skin back and forth. Every nerve in my body was an exposed wire. I could feel the smallest shift in the air around me. Everything was intensified. I loosened my grip a little and quickened my pace still trying to remain silent. Was I a complete creep? I didn’t care. I was getting really into it by then and I wanted to see more skin. In a completely insane turn, I reached down and grabbed the corner of the sheet and pulled it up to expose her ass. I pulled it higher and folded it over to the other side of her. Now I could see her whole body in the faint blue light coming from the window. I stared at her ass as I jerked my cock. I was getting louder. I was being reckless. Then she moved. It was only a slight shift, but that was all I needed to snap back into reality. As quickly and quietly as I could, I rushed out of the room and slipped into the hallway bathroom. I closed the door behind me as quietly as I could and stood in the pitch darkness, listening. I heard more movement. I heard the sound of bedsprings creaking, followed by cloth moving, Then footsteps. Then the doorknob started to turn. There was nothing I could do. I was busted. Nowhere to run. Time to face the music. Kasia pushed the door open and flipped the light switch on. I was standing in front of the sink completely naked and was certain I was going to scare the living shit out of her. She’d scream and wake up Belinda and tomorrow, I’d be apartment hunting. Oddly, none of that happened. She looked in and saw me and didn’t seem surprised at all. She just looked puzzled. “Were you just in my room?” she asked. “No. I was just.. I just had to use the restroom, so…” It wasn’t until then that I noticed what she was wearing. She had on a tiny pair of pale purple panties. That was it. I had my hands crossed in front of my cock. “So you decided to use the hallway bathroom without getting dressed first?” she pried. “Well, I was…” I couldn’t think of anything. I was trying as hard as I could not to stare at her breasts. “Were you jacking off?” she asked, reaching toward my wrists like a little kid might’ve done if she thought you were hiding candy behind your back. “No, I just was-“ she pulled my hand away and saw my cock sticking out. It had lost some of its rigidness, but it was clear that it had been as hard as an oak very recently. “Let me see!” she shouted in a whisper. Strangely, she didn’t seem upset. She was actually smiling. “I’m pretty sure I didn’t leave my door open.” she said as she looked at my cock. “Were you jacking off in my room?” she asked. Before I could form some asinine lie, she cut me off by reaching under my hands and resting her fingertips on the side of my cock. Her touch sent a jolt of electricity up my spine. I instinctually pulled my hands away and she proceeded to wrap her fingers around me. “Here.” she said. She was staring into my eyes as she began to gently stroke my cock. “Is Belinda asleep?” she asked. “Yeah.” I said as I finally let my eyes fully study her beautiful tits. She turned and, with her free hand, pulled the door closed behind her and locked it. “Did you take a shower after you fucked her?” she asked. “No.” “Good.” She said. This was when I began to learn about how an older woman with a bit of experience could show me some wonderful things. She pulled her hand away from my dick and opened her palm to her mouth. She then licked her palm and got it wet with her saliva. She returned her hand to my cock and stroked me up and down. Suddenly, all of Belinda’s fluids from before were brought back to life and her smell filled the air. Her hand slid effortlessly over my cock and I was shaking. “Do you feel that?” she asked. “Yes.” I groaned as she smiled at me. “Does it feel good?” “Oh my god.” was all I could mutter. Her smile broadened. “Are you gonna tell Belinda about this?” she asked. “Should I?” I honestly didn’t know the answer. I could just imagine that conversation: “Hey baby. Kasia caught me jacking off in her room while she was sleeping, so as punishment, she finished the job.” That wouldn’t do. “No.” she said as she gently stroked me. “This can stay between us.” I couldn’t believe what was happening. I had wanted Kasia for so long. I had only cheated on Belinda once. It had been with Marcela and it didn’t even really feel like cheating because I had already fucked her with Belinda watching. This felt different. It felt dirty. There was nothing wrong with my relationship, but here I was getting jerked off by her college friend and our roommate. Kasia really knew what she was doing, because I stopped caring about all the dirty feelings pretty fast. All I could think about was how amazing her hand felt on me. I wanted to return the favor, so I reached my hand forward and began to slip it between her legs. She moved her hips back and pushed my hand away. “Not now. I get really loud.” she said. “Let’s just work on you for now.” That last sentence implied that there would be another encounter like this. I was immediately excited by the prospect. Then it occurred to me just how perfect the whole scenario was. Who better to have an affair with than a roommate? We were both alone in the apartment together all the time. There was no risk of having to find secret places to be together. It was perfect. By then Kasia was working my cock pretty fast. I felt a tingling in my stomach. I knew what was coming. “Oh god. I think you’re gonna make me cum.” I whispered. She grabbed my wrist and guided my hand to her breast. I immediately brought up my other hand and started squeezing them. I had wanted to feel them for so long and now I was. They felt fantastic. They were different from Belinda’s, though I’m not sure I could explain how. Anyway, I was squeezing her tits and she was staring at her hands as they slid up and down on my cock. She tightened her grip into a ring at the base and started to literally milk me. The sensation was incredible. She was smiling like a little girl as she pulled the cum out of me. It splashed in spurts on her thigh as I gripped the countertop and tried to quiet myself. Once she had drained me, she went right into business mode. She grabbed a handful of toilet paper and wiped the splashes of cum from her leg. She then tossed it into the toilet and then leaned her body against mine. Her nipples were pressed into my ribs and I felt her fingers gently massaging my balls. “What time does Belinda go to work tomorrow?” “Around two I think.” “Okay.” she said as she turned around and walked out the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” she whispered just before I heard her bedroom door click closed. “Unbelievable.” was all I could think. I was so excited. I was sure that life couldn’t get any better. I wiped off my cock and snuck back into bed. The next day, Belinda woke me up around noon. She was already dressed and had clearly been up for a while. We talked for a few minutes about nothing important. We kissed. Then she said “God, we were really drunk last night, huh? I hope Kasia doesn’t think we’re freaks.” I had an image of Kasia jacking me off in the bathroom flash through my mind. I remembered how she fingered herself while Belinda and I were putting on our little show. “Do you remember what she was doing to herself?” I asked. “I think we’ll be fine.” “Yeah. You’re right.” she said. “That was so hot. I love when we have someone watching us.” she said as she kissed me again. I got dressed and we went into the kitchen and started poking around to try and find something to eat. I was making some sandwiches when Belinda told me she was going to see if Kasia wanted one. She returned to the kitchen a minute or two later and told me to make three, so I did. I had just set the plates on the table when Kasia came out of the hallway in a white terry cloth robe. “Good morning.” she said cheerfully. “Good morning.” I replied as I shot her a quiet glance. We all sat down to eat. Belinda swallowed a bite and looked over at Kasia. “So, I just want to make sure everything’s cool about last night.” Kasia smiled over at her. “Yeah. We should totally do that again sometime.” I almost shot iced tea out of my nose. Belinda smiled at me. “Really?” The first threesome we had had fallen into my lap. I had no idea how I had gotten so lucky twice, but I was going to ride this train to the end of the line. “I’m in.” I said. “Okay.” Kasia said. “Tonight?” I almost felt guilty for having such good luck. I still didn’t know if Belinda would try and involve Kasia or not, but I certainly had high hopes. I was suddenly wishing I had a time machine so I could skip forward in time. There’s nothing worse or better than anticipation. We finished our lunch and Belinda got ready for work. At about 1:45, she left. I was lying on my bed watching something really stupid on TV when Kasia opened my door. I looked over at the clock. It was 2:10. She walked in still wearing the terry cloth robe. “Hey.” I said. “Hey.” she said back as she untied the belt of her robe and pulled it open. She hadn’t been kidding the night before. She was completely nude underneath. The small strip of blond pubic hair between her legs immediately caught my eye. “Oh--” Was all I could get out as she dropped her robe to the floor and climbed onto the bed. She lay at the foot of the bed with her back facing the door and spread her legs. “--fuck.” She then slid her right hand across her breasts, then down her stomach, across her pubis and rested her palm on her blond landing strip. “So what do you want to do?” she asked. “Uh… Everything?” I answered. “Okay. Why don’t you take off your clothes?” She said very matter of factly. I was feeling playful, so I said “Why don’t you take off my clothes?” She pushed herself off of the bed and crawled on all fours up toward me. I sat up as she grabbed the bottom of my shirt and pulled it off of me. Then she straddled my lap and pushed her tits into my face. I opened my mouth and pushed my tongue against her nipple and I heard her let out a soft moan. She then pushed me back down onto the bed. I looked up at her as she walked (on her knees) up my body. When she got up to my chest, she swung her leg over me and turned around. She squatted down and aggressively pushed her pussy into my face. I bumped her asshole with my nose as I sucked and nibbled at her pussy lips. She moaned and was getting wetter and wetter. Her pussy had a sweet taste to it. I couldn’t believe my luck. I felt her hands rubbing up and down across my hardening cock through my shorts as I tongued her twat. She quickly popped the button and then went to work on the zipper. All of a sudden, I felt the cool air of the room on my growing cock as she pulled my shorts open. Then I felt the incredible sensation of her warm, wet mouth wrapping around my cock. I had always enjoyed blow jobs. At that point in my life I had only received them from two women. What Kasia was doing took the experience to a whole new level. Maybe it was her age and experience, or maybe she was just a natural. Either way, it was (and still is) the best blowjob I’ve ever had. “Does that feel good?” she asked. I answered by pushing my face hard into her and forcing my tongue into her pussy. “Ooh. Belinda told me you were good with your tongue.” “What else did she tell you?” I asked between licks. “That she likes it when you lick her ass.” She moaned onto my cock. I took her hint and moved my head up a little and gently flicked my tongue at her asshole. “Mmm. That feels good.” “What else did she tell you?” I asked her. “She told me that the horniest she’s ever been was when she was watching you fuck her best friend.” She moaned onto my cock. “Really?” I was shocked. I had no idea that Belinda liked to watch me and Marcela. That new knowledge made me even hornier. “Do you think she wants to watch you fuck me?” Kasia asked. “God, I hope so.” I replied. “I’d really like to watch you fuck her.” Kasia had sat up and was jerking my cock with both hands as she said. “Yeah? You want me to kiss her? You want to watch me suck on her tits? You want to watch me put my tongue in her pussy?” Hearing her talk dirty was driving me crazy. I loved dirty talk and with her accent, it was super hot! “Keep going. Keep talking.” I said. “You want to put your dick in me while I lick her pussy?” “Yes!” Kasia was driving me crazy at that point. I had no idea what I had in store though. Her legs were still on either side of my head and her pussy was in my face. She was still jerking my cock as she said “Do you want to stick your tongue in my pussy while Belinda sucks your dick?” I moaned “Fuck yes.” as I felt a warm pair of lips wrap around the tip of my cock. It felt so incredible. I buried my face in her pussy as I heard her ask me “Does that feel good?” I was so lost in it all that it took me a moment to realize that the lips I was feeling on my cock had never left. I was suddenly very confused. “What the fu-?” I immediately heard Kasia begin to laugh. Then the lips I felt pulled away from my throbbing boner and I heard the sound of Belinda’s laughter. Kasia climbed off of my face and sat next to me and I finally saw Belinda. She had apparently snuck in while Kasia was sitting on my face. She was still dressed for work, but she was laughing so hard that her face was turning red. I was still completely confused. “Ha ha! Oh my god, you should see your face!” she howled. “What the hell?” I asked, completely puzzled. I looked over to Kasia and she was smiling at me. Belinda finally caught her breath and said “I woke up really early, so I went to get some water and Kasia was already up too. We talked about last night and put this whole thing together. Haha! I called in sick at, like nine this morning! By the way, you are totally busted!” she laughed. “So you knew that she… You planned this whole thing?” I asked. “Uh-huh.” She smiled. “I saw the way you were looking at her last night. I could tell you wanted her, so this morning I asked her if she wanted you too. It was actually her idea to sit on your face while I snuck in!” I was shocked. “So, you’re totally okay with this?” I asked. “You should’ve just made a move on Kasia last night.” She said. “I’m not too crazy about the idea of you doing this behind my back though. Next time, just do it right in front of me. I get totally hot when you take control like that.” She smiled. Kasia lay by my side and rubbed my stomach before lazily wrapping her fingers around my cock again. “So, now you know.” Belinda smiled and began to unbutton her shirt. Kasia began stroking me and I was immediately hard again. I watched Belinda amazed as she let her button up fall off of her shoulders. She then slipped out of her skirt. She was wearing a matching black bra and thong. She climbed onto the bed and crouched over me, hanging her head down and Kasia fed my cock to her. As Belinda sucked me, Kasia began to finger herself. I couldn’t believe how free-spirited Belinda had become about all of this. With each stroke, I could feel her tongue slide up the underside of my cock. She was looking at Kasia’s busy fingers as she sucked me. She pulled away from my cock and smiled at Kasia. “Now let’s have some fun.” She said. She then climbed up to my other side and pulled Kasia up by the shoulders. She then guided Kasia down my body and pulled her leg across my hips. “I want to watch you two fuck.” She said. I suddenly got the feeling that this was not a new experience for Kasia. She reached between her legs and found my cock with her fingers and gently guided me into her wet pussy. I slid into her effortlessly and I heard Belinda moan her approval. “That’s so hot Johnny. I love watching your cock slide into a wet pussy.” She was on her knees on my right side and sat smiling as she watched Kasia ride me. “Yeah baby.” Kasia’s pussy felt incredible. She was moving her body in a serpentine fashion and each movement felt tailor made to suit my pleasure. I watched the lust grow in Belinda’s eyes as she viewed the scene unfolding in front of her. Slowly and carefully, she raised her hand to Kasia’s breast. She lightly drug her fingertips softly across Kasia’s erect nipple. I would find out later that Belinda and Kasia had never fooled around before that day, though I wouldn’t have been surprised if they had. It seemed to me that it was something they both had wanted for some time. Anyway, Kasia showed no signs of reluctance at Belinda’s touch. She just moaned softly as she bounced up and down on my cock. Belinda looked down at me and smiled as she made little circles around Kasia’s nipple with her fingertip. I reached up and squeezed Belinda’s breast. That was what finally sent Belinda over the edge. She wasn’t sure how Kasia would react, but she leaned forward and pulled Kasia’s nipple into her mouth. Things were heating up now and I was thanking my lucky stars for giving me yet another amazing experience. I thought about what Belinda had said earlier about taking charge. It was a piece of advice that would change the rest of my life. By that point, Belinda was giving Kasia’s breasts a good tongue bath and I watched as Kasia raised her hands and grab hold of Belinda’s head. She pulled her up to her lips and they shared a heated tongue kiss. Kasia’s hands slid down Belinda’s neck and onto her shoulders. She slipped her fingers under Belinda’s bra straps and pulled them off of her shoulders and down her sides. The bra rolled down Belinda’s stomach freeing her small perky breasts. Then she placed her hands over Belinda’s breasts and softly squeezed them. They were still kissing and Belinda slid her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and pulled it over the curve of her big beautiful Latina ass. I placed my hand behind her and searched with my fingertips until I found her wet mound. I gently rubbed her pussy as she leaned forward and put her head on my stomach. She watched my cock slide in and out of Kasia and moaned as I slipped my finger inside of her. Kasia looked down at Belinda and smiled at her before rising up off my staff and then positioning herself behind it. She pushed it forward with her pelvis and Belinda took it into her mouth and sucked Kasia’s juices off of it. She left it glistening with spit before guiding it back into Kasia’s waiting pussy. “That’s so fucking hot.” She said. She then sat up and pulled her panties all the way off. Then she reached behind her back and unhooked her bra. Now we were all three naked. Belinda then straddled my stomach, facing Kasia. She then leaned back and laid down on my stomach and spread her legs around Kasia. Kasia took the hint and pulled me out of her again and pushed my cock forward and into Belinda’s pussy. Belinda moaned with pleasure as I filled her up with cock. She took a few thrusts and then gave my cock back to Kasia. I wrapped my arms around Belinda and placed my hands on her breasts. I pinched her nipples between my fingers and thumbs and pulled them upward. Then I watched in awe as Kasia reached down and gently began rubbing Belinda’s pussy. As she fingered Belinda, she started bouncing up and down on my cock faster and pushing her pelvis harder and harder into mine. She was bringing herself to climax. Belinda’s body was writhing on top of me as Kasia fingered her and I tugged on her nipples. Then I found out what Kasia meant the previous night in the bathroom when she warned me that she gets loud. Kasia began to moan louder and louder as she ground into me. Before long, she was shrieking and bellowing so loud it almost hurt my ears. I felt her body freeze up as the muscles insider of her clenched around my cock. She began shaking and quivering as she reached climax. As her muscles tensed around my cock, I began to feel my own orgasm sneaking up on me. I let go of Belinda’s nipples and grabbed Kasia by the hips. She moaned even louder as I furiously pounded her swollen pussy, desperately pursuing my own moment of bliss. I could feel Belinda’s entire body bouncing up and down as I furiously pounded at Kasia’s pussy. I was almost there. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I pulled her off of me and reached down between Belinda’s legs and jerked my cock fast and hard until I felt the hot pulse of cum jet from the tip of my cock up and onto Belinda’s belly. Belinda was moaning and fingering herself as I shot another load up onto her wrist. “Oh fuck yeah Johnny! Fuck yeah!” I emptied my nuts onto her fingers and pussy as she brought on her own orgasm. She quivered as Kasia leaned forward and drew a breast into her mouth. “Oh, GOD! Suck my fuckin titties! Suck my fuckin titties!” she moaned as she convulsed. We all lay there panting and sweating on my bed in the middle of the afternoon. It had been an amazing turn of events. We laughed and sighed. There was no urgency to move or speak. We were recovering. After a while, we all went into the living room and watched a movie. When it ended we all had sex together again. Belinda told us that she didn’t mind if we fucked when she wasn’t there. She only required that we always be honest about it and that we always save enough energy for her. There were even a couple of times that I would come home and find the two of them going at it. Fortunately, I was always invited to join in. The three of us lived together for about three more months after that first time and made it a regular thing. Then Belinda and Kasia graduated and Kasia moved to New York. A few months later Belinda and I split up. It was a peaceful break up and we are still close to this day. We just finally came to the realization that we had fallen in love at a very young age and had simply grown into two people heading in different directions. What I learned from Belinda would change me forever. To take charge. Take control. I suppose that when you have sexual experiences that are that intense at such a young age, you tend to seek it out for the rest of your life. I imagine a lot of readers of this site will call ‘bullshit’ on me. I don’t mind. I’m not writing this for them. It’s true that the first handful of experiences involving more than one woman for me were just blind stupid luck. The rest, however would be carefully orchestrated. This is not to say that there weren’t a great number of times that I tried and failed, but that’s not what you’re here to read, is it? Sure I’ve failed, but I have also succeeded. The next several stories I plan to share will show you exactly what I mean.

“Seems like you’ve got this down,” I said. I unclicked my pen and started putting away my things. “Your parents getting home soon?” “Umm, lemme check.” She took out her phone. “If not,” I said, “maybe we can talk about what we talked about before.” She grinned while crafting her message. Similar to Margo, Julia had a sarcastic edge to her personality. She was funny, but you wouldn't often see it in her expression. Her bright green eyes were obscured by heavy eyelids. After a moment of intense typing and organizing papers, I was ready for her response. “Late,” she remarked, giving a playful golf clap before setting her phone down. “Ok.” She sighed. “So yeah. I think you should come over tomorrow.” I thought I got her meaning right away but decided to play it cool. “Like, for a session?” Julia tilted her head. “Well, yeah. That’ll be the cover if it comes to it. It’s not gonna matter.” “Why won’t it?” “No one’s gonna know you’re here,” she said. “Right.” “So we have early dismissal,” she said. “I’m home by 12:15. They’re gonna be at work until 5. So yeah.” “I see,” I said. “So you could tell them you asked me to come for a session, for SAT sake.” “Yeah.” She smiled again, not sarcastically but in an enticing way. Julia was a light-skinned Indian teen. She had braces to go along with those heavy green eyes. She was athletic and fit. Varsity tennis for her high school. But maybe most surprisingly, she had a booty. Like, a real serious one. A booty that captured the word itself. And she was tall, which gave that booty of hers an extra ‘o’ or two. “Wow, this is kinda crazy,” I said. “So, like, this is what you want?” I was sitting at her dining table, the street view from the window directly in front of me. I glanced instead up and to my left, at the top of the stairs that led to her bedroom. The thought of me walking up there gave me a nervous excitement in my stomach. She laughed for just a moment and put her palms flat onto the table. “Ok, I know.” She exhaled. “So, yeah, I feel I just need to say this. Even though I know you already know.” She exhaled again. “I like you, dude.” “Yeah.” “And, yeah, like, I dunno if I want to...yet. But, we could at least, play around.” I was trying to keep it cool but my heartbeat was speeding up. “Yeah. I mean, I just have to feel certain that we don’t have any potential problems.” “Yeah for sure. So, no one’s gonna be home. No neighbors, no, like, cleaners, no surprises for tomorrow. And they never never just drop by or anything. They’re like all the way in Mountain View.” “There’s no cameras in the house?” I asked. “Dude, no!” “Well, I’m just making sure!” I said. “Yeah yeah I get it I get it,” she said. She squirmed in a cute little way in her seat. “Also, oh my god this is so awkward. I’m not like...experienced, if you get me.” For years there had been new erotica fantasies in my head that I never got to try. Timing was most of it. Conditions had to be just right. I hoped, at least, someone would think it’s hot. I felt a rush at that very moment, to take a risk, at least in my head, and suggest it to her. “I have an idea I’ve never tried before but would love to.” She replied with an "ok" in the way you do when you're pretending to trust someone, yet deep down, you're uncertain about what might happen. I understood the emotion she was experiencing. I could relate. I certainly didn't want to make her uneasy. In fact, I had a strong urge to do the opposite for her, and I was confident that my idea matched her comfort level. That was a significant reason why I felt ready to take the risk of speaking up initially. “Ok, so, we put on a song. I’m sitting on the edge of your bed, the front side. You face away from me and sit in my lap.” When I spoke of having her sit in my lap, it was like we had broken a wall of awkwardness. We were now in it, together, being fully real with ourselves. That made us both settle into each other's gazes and indulge in the details. “So you’re dry humping me. We have all our clothes on, just like now, our jeans. And we keep going until the new song comes on. We can, like, plan out the songs, ya know? But then for the new song, we switch into pajamas, do the same thing.” Julia also had, to go with her bundle of sarcasm, a hearty laugh that sounded everyday and real as they come. She laughed as she clapped the table top and then said “whoaaaaa” like I had said something edgy. “I like it,” she added. It was then silent and quick to feel awkward, and she interrupted the silence with a big laugh that was agreeable. “And then,” I said, “then the new song comes on, and now we’re in our underwear. And the last song...well…” “Na--ked,” she said. We both laughed. Her heavy eyes looked at me seductively, but at the same time that look of seduction looked like someone pretending to be seductive. The fact that she was so unfamiliar with the type of stuff we were talking about added a whole level of hotness to the situation. “So...what happens after that?” she asked. I smiled and put my hands up. “Nothing, possibly. Something else, possibly. You fully decide, no matter what.” We shared some seconds in silence, while smiling to each other. Julia had her arms crossed on the table, her chin settled onto them. She lifted her head and exhaled into a smile. “Dude, I’m in,” she said. “Oh my god, this is crazy. I can’t believe we’re gonna do this.” “Just as long as you want to,” I said. “I want to,” she said. I stood up and patted my backpack. “Ok, you said 12:15...so, like 1? 130?” “1 is good,” she said. “Oh my god. Should we, like, oh my god I’m so awkward, dude, I dunno how to say things.” I smiled at her. “Should we,” she said, “like. I think we should kiss first. Like, right now.” We gradually leaned toward each other, and I raised my right hand to gently cradle the left side of her cheek and chin. I softly tilted her head and tenderly kissed her lips, which grew even softer. Meanwhile, my left hand held her securely at her hip. She playfully nibbled on my lower lip as we caught our breath from the rush of emotions. When it paused for a moment, I couldn't help but whisper "wow". “This is a good idea,” she said before a laugh. We had a couple quick pecks in a row and then let go of each other. Julia fanned herself and told me it was time to stop. “Ok,” I said. “I gotta get going anyway. So, 1. I’ll plan to show up then. Maybe I’ll park around the corner and just walk to your doorstep, in case of snoopy neighbors or something.” “But they’d see you if you’re walking up. This isn’t a thing, dude. Just drive up, it’s fine.” “I’m just nervous too!” I laughed, walking to the door. “Alright alright. I’ll...see you then.” She put a hand on my back and said bye. ========================================================================= The following day, I was a bundle of nerves in the best possible way. It was the kind of anxiousness where you're so jittery that you're packed, organized, and ready to leave, even though you still have two hours until you need to go. It's the kind of behavior typical for us anxious types when heading to the airport. Most importantly, I was nervous about what I was going to do with her. I kept an open mind, accepting that anything or nothing might happen and being content with either outcome. The drive was long, and the walk from my car to her front door seemed even longer. I rang the bell and soon heard the sound of jogging footsteps. Julia opened the door, smiling widely with her braces. She wore a white lace top, blue jeans, and a maroon hair bow, her light skin beautifully complemented by the sharp white top, enhancing her warm light brown complexion. I stepped inside, and we hugged as Julia leaned in to kiss me. A sudden panic struck because my instincts reminded me I was there to teach her and that her family was home. I hesitated slightly to accept her touch, but we kissed, and that feeling disappeared as a primal desire surged forward. I caressed her back and let my hands slide down to her hips. I pushed my crotch into her and pinned her against the entrance wall. I had to kiss up a bit because of her height, and as I did so I started grooving my hardness in circles into her jeans. Julia parted from our kiss. “Ok good, I was worried you needed, like, time.” “I wasn’t sure. But, yeah, I’m good.” “I’m in my head too much. I’m just happy you’re here,” she said. It was only then that I realized she had been bouncing up and down a little bit since the door opened. “Come on,” she said. “I just need to, at this point.” I agreed with her but inside it was like I couldn’t catch my breath. But I still felt fine with that feeling. Things were so fast in that moment for me to even process. She grabbed my hand while still bouncing a little. “Ok. Ok.” She jogged ahead, whispering “Ok,” and I followed up the stairs. I felt the bulge in my pants with each step. Her bedroom was at the top and to the left, dimly lit and slightly messy. The thought of making it messier was thrilling. We entered, turned on the warm, soft light, revealing walls in a welcoming honey shade. I sat on the bed facing a TV with clothes blocking one mirrored closet door. To the left was a wall, and to the right, a dresser with scattered clothes and personal items here and there. The room was messy yet welcoming. Julia’s energy was up. She awkwardly turned to different corners of the room, as if looking for something to do. It was cute. And when she turned around, I was staring at her jeans because her juicy ass sprung up and down, and it was a bit hypnotic because her juicy ass sprung up and down. I told her she looked really, really good. “I like how sweet you are,” she said… I was thinking about how close we were to touching each other. The fact, even, that us rubbing and touching each other would cause us to get wild with energy. The fact that that fact is true, is a turn-on in itself. “No one but us,” she said. “No one’s gonna know.” “Hell yeah,” I said. I felt excited and unguarded right then, and it helped the words naturally flow out. “I’m excited for us to feel each other.” “I’m excited too!” she said. She put her hands to her chest and did a little shimmy, saying, “We're gonna touch each other!" She laughed to drown out her perceived awkwardness. She tapped her phone and a Travis Porter song started. Bring it Back. I got instantly hard, and so quickly that it kind of sent me into a stupor. My shock came from the fact that when I played this game out in my head, I imagined that song to be the last song. I was a bit worried that this could be an issue, like it would be too much to handle, but then I had a better thought, that starting with such a turn-on will only make what’s to come even better. Julia was thankfully unaware of this overthinking, as she faced the mirrors and twerked at me to the beat. “Ohhh yeah,” said Julia, through her braces. “Imma back it up on you right now. Back….up….this butt.” She giggled. “Ohhh, sit on me,” I groaned. She saw the way I groaned, and lowered those heavy eyelids even more to look as seductive as she could. She let out a little "mmmmm" in response to my noises, wiggling her butt just a bit. “That’s so hot,” she said. I looked in front of me as she cutely scooted backwards step by step towards my lap, to the beat, and then said, “Here I come…” I grabbed Julia’s warm hips, guiding them steadily, watching her bubble cheeks settle into my crotch. She smelled nice. It was so warm my eyes rolled back for a second, and we collapsed backward onto the bed together, Julia’s back on top of my chest, still in embrace. She was giggling. While she was on top of me, my attention went directly to the warmth below, where her butt met my cock. My shaft was pressing against the zipper, pushing it upward, into a region around her ass that was so frickin’ warm. I swerved my hips into her with just a hint of thrust. She was onto my game instantly. No hesitation she complimented my push with an even stronger swerve that circled and circled. We moaned together, which we then both noticed, which turned us on at the same time and we moaned together again. Then the music came to our attention, the repetition of (bring it) back, back, back, back. We thrusted in unison to it. We started grunting as well. “This is so fucking sexy,” I grunted out word by word. We both grunted with each thrust. Julia laughed and said, “We sound so stupid. But I can’t help it!” I rubbed my hands along her hips and up her sides, just below her medium-sized breasts. “This is so fun,” I said. Bring it back, bring it back, bring it back, bring it back I was on the edge of the bed, now sitting up, and she was sitting deeply into my lap, lifting herself up and plopping that juicy butt back down with each beat. I watched her butt squish into my crotch, and watched the space between her ass, where her pussy would be, hit the bulge on my jeans to that beat. It was so sexy that I held her steady by the hips, so she was hovering right above my cock, and lifted my bulge into that spot over and over and over, at first to the beat, but my horniness got the best of me and I started thrusting way faster into her. And right at that moment, her speaker, which must have been powered by bluetooth, cut out and the song stopped. But I didn’t. I was too horny and kept thrusting into her jean-covered crevice. Uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh uh like a frickin’ rabbit. The song was still cut-out; the only noise was the friction we were making together. Julia laughed and squealed a bit. “Having fun humping me hard?" I was concentrated on my thrusts so all I really got out was a prolonged “yeahhh” as I continued. “It’s like we’re almost fuckingggg,” she said. “Oh my godddd this is so hot.” Unh unh unh unh unhhhh Somewhere in the middle of it all, the song came back, and very naturally we resumed dry humping to the beat. I leaned both of us forward a bit more and cupped my hands onto her breasts above her top. “Mmm your nipples feel so hard,” I said. Julia laughed. “Uh, duh!” She laughed some more. “Ok, feel this,” I said. I stopped our humps and secured my hands onto the inside of each of her thighs, each hand grabbing her soft flesh. I squeezed and lifted her thighs just a bit and centered the spot where her pussy was, from behind, right onto the high point of my bulge. I slowly yet firmly pressed the tip of my bulge directly onto that hot spot between her legs, then pressed in even more. “Ooooooooh.” She melted and moaned. “Ohh fuuuuck yeeeeah.” I slurred the words almost drunkenly. “Your dick, unhhhhh,” she said, “feels, unhh, so nice.” She melted and I melted and time melted away, and at one point or another the song had ended but it definitely took both of us a while to realize it. I was flat on the bed, Julia on top, kissing me and rubbing her hands all over. What snapped me out of the trance is when she popped up off of me and said, “Time to change!” I took a few breaths as she grabbed some clothing and skipped to the door. She turned back to me and with a cute smile said, “I’ll go to the bathroom. You can change here. See you in a minute!” I took a moment to smile and think about the fun we were having. I pulled my pajamas out of my bag; they were satin and silky, feeling almost weightless. In fact, they were probably too smooth because they did nothing to conceal my erection. It was, honestly, almost like pitching a tent. But hey, I knew what I was doing! The magic of planning ahead… I thought about what was coming. I imagined how much warmer, closer, and more intense it would feel to press my bulge against her warmth. I wondered if I’d even notice a bit of wetness from her… The door suddenly opened and closed. She was wearing a thin green shirt that hung nicely off the tips of her clearly erect nipples. Her pajamas were plaid, in red, brown, and yellow, and seemed much fluffier compared to mine. Her smile faded, and I caught a glimpse of vivid green in her eyes before her eyelids covered them the next moment. “Ohhh dude,” she said. “Those pjs...not hiding anything!” She belted a big laugh. She pressed something on her phone and Made You Look by Nas came on. She put her phone on the dresser without ever breaking eye contact with the sight in front of her. Perhaps that’s an unimportant detail in the big picture, especially with what was to come. But if you wanna know me a little better, with the way I am, with what I value...THAT moment...I will NEVER forget that moment… “I didn’t know you like classic rap,” I said. “Is that what this is?” she said. “I didn’t know. I just googled songs to dry hump to. "Oh!" "It sounded good, especially, like, this one part.” She giggled. “Oh yeah?” I said. I was on the front of the bed, hands holding me up on either side. “Which part?” She walked over to me and turned away and gave me an expression over her shoulder, like a classic movie actress who knew exactly what she was doing. She slid into position and pushed her butt against my cock to push it back, then against my belly button. It wasn’t warm anymore, it was straight-up hot. And in the absolute best way possible, with absolutely no discomfort, like a jacuzzi after you’ve settled into it. And she settled into it and my cock was swallowed by the heat and there was nowhere to escape and no reason to either. She was slowly sliding her crack up my shaft. When the kick of the Nas song came in, that stylized punching sound, like out of a 1950s superhero cartoon, she did a quick and powerful crush of that ass onto my dick. I flinched and said “ooh” when she first did it, and when she did it again I thrust just in time so we were really smashing our naughty parts into each other. “Helllll yeah,” she said. A thrust on every fourth beat. And when that other part of the song happened, the bass line with a bunch of short da-da-da-daaah’s before the kick, she swerved into me like she was waxing a car. She was intentionally teasing me. She’d crush me in a quick move, then lift her ass up so I couldn’t do anything but wait until the next crush. And eventually I’d get rewarded with some sexy lap swerving. What it did was only get me harder, because my cock was now getting less contact than before. She knew it. I knew it. She did it anyway. And the fact that she had control over me made me even more excited, because she was calling the shots, like I had before. Sharing is caring. The sights in front of me were like the trance of a lava lamp. It was so cool to notice the little details, the outline of her full ass, the parts that were squishy and the parts that were firm. The space between her legs was darker plaid and more crinkled than the fabric surrounding. It seemed like she was wet, but honestly it was really hard to tell, and a part of me thought I was projecting more than seeing. It was so hot anyway, so it didn’t really matter. While the crushing and humping and swerving continued, my hands were exploring her upper body underneath her shirt. She was really fit. I could feel her stomach muscles convulsing rhythmically like they were strong ripples on the water. I played games rotating between tickling and pinching and pulling her nippes, depending on how she reacted. I was playing my own little musical game within the game. And that’s when she said, “Let’s switch it up.” She turned around and grabbed both of my hands by interlocking her fingers with mine. Julia pushed my arms against the bed fully stretched apart, and jesus christ it was so sexy as she used her strength, pushing me further up the bed until I nestled my head into the pillows up top. She got on top and did a squat facing me with her feet flat, so from my perspective her crotch area was right above the underside of my shaft. Her pussy heat was beaming rays of energy just an inch away from my pitched tent. “Are you ok with this?” she asked. She almost said it like she was mocking me. But I took it playfully and smiled and nodded my head. Then she took her pajamas and pulled them further up her waist, tightening the fabric around her pussy. I could see a clearer outline of her inner thighs, of her butt cheeks below, and of the space in between. She looked at me and without a word spoken pointed a finger to a spot near the top of that space in between. She took her other hand and pointed a finger to a spot a couple inches below. Her half-open eyes dripped green seduction all over my face and body. I decided to take another risk. I gave her a little push and from her squat position she easily tumbled back onto the bottom half of the bed, her legs spreading apart as she rolled. When she settled her feet, legs still spread, laughing a bit, I scooted up to her and put my finger to my mouth as if to shush her. With my left hand I pointed two fingers at where her clit and vagina would be, like she did just before. But then I took my right hand and presented it to her, as if I was some sort of magician, and pointed a finger from that hand down below her vagina to where her butthole should be. She giggled and squirmed and playfully cooed, “Noooooo.” I pouted my lips as she maintained a smile and I took that finger and stroked it at the spot between her ass cheeks, stroking her asshole with a slow but firm swipe. She flinched and giggled then pushed me back against the bed and dragged me back to where I was before. Back to the squatting position, hovering over me. “Let me take care of that top spot first,” I said. I grabbed the cloth around my erection and formed it into a solid pipe of smooth blue satin. I moaned out some jittery, guttural, dumb-af-sounding moans as I slapped my silky shaft against that top region, giving her clit some welcoming smacks. “Ohhh wow!” she said. “Ohhh fuck yesssss.” I switched it up by sometimes pointing the tip of my dick right at her clit and swirling it around and around, spelling out letters of the alphabet, but especially capital Q’s. It was so cool watching her face scrunch and contort and then recognize that she was scrunching and contorting and then lose herself into bouts of laughter, all the while I continued, making her feel like she was in an inescapable loop of stimulation that made her senseless and incoherent. And I think that she knew exactly that this was happening, which added onto her laughter and her overall noises, a sort of self-realization that she was on the edge, which made her even more on the edge. At some point in the middle of this game, while I held her waist squatting above, I pressed my cock down a bit where her opening would be. When I first did this, Julia suddenly stopped all cooing and laughing, and stared at me with a furrowed brow, as if to say, “Dude, you’ve done it now!” And she moaned, like I mean moaned, and it sounded sad but not sad sad, and it sounded sexy like she was gonna melt. And she did. She melted waves of heat onto my shaft, like hot air was blowing down there, and between my cock head and the thin strip of satin, I could feel moisture dampen the plaid fabric of her pjs. I held my satin shaft at the base and used my other hand to lift her butt up, off of the tip. Then when I saw I was in the right position, I looked down as I lowered that butt again and watched the tip of my satin shaft poke the same spot and go a little bit inward. I looked up at her and she was staring right into me, biting her lip. Her body language was so sexy and it made me feel like she was completely enamored with what we were doing, and that unspoken approval made me feel even better, and my cock felt harder. “This is so amazing,” I said. “Are you happy?” She plopped out of the squat onto my belly, leaned in and kissed me hard, biting my lip to the point it almost hurt! She let go and grabbed my cheeks and shook my face a bit, saying slowly but surely, “Fuck. Yes.” We looked into each other’s eyes and both noticed how silent it was. “Oh,” she said. “Oh!” I laughed. “Oh boy,” she said. “You know what…” Our bodies took over into a mode of sexual fervency. I got up off the bed and so did Julia and we stared at each other as we began the rapid ritual of removal, my t shirt off, her green top up and over her shoulders, her shimmy of her hips as she wiggled off her pj bottoms, my two-step bottom removal, first over the boner, then straight to the floor. Her bra and panties were light purple and my boxers were neon orange. My boxers almost seemed pointless at that moment because nearly all of the fabric had shifted to the front. I stared at her breasts, which were perky beyond imagination, then looked down at those panties which hugged her hips super low. The fabric converged downward towards a see-through triangle, where I could spot a very clean and dark landing strip. She saw what I saw and said, “I did it for you.” As we both stood facing each other in the space between the right side of her bed and her dresser, I took her right leg and lifted it onto the bed, staring at that triangle even more closely, where the light purple fabric on her dark mound transitioned into a strong dark purple region below. “You’re soaking,” I said. “Oh my god that’s hot.” Julia looked at my boxers and tapped a finger onto a dark orange spot right at the tip. “That too.” She grabbed my boxers at the base of my shaft and gave me a few sudden strokes before she let go, as if to say, “Too slow, you couldn’t catch me!” My mouth fell open and I laughed. She turned around and I got an unstoppable incomparable unforgettable view of her thick and perfectly curvy ass, which swung to the left and to the right and to the left and to the right. Like a dog I got on my knees on the bed and shuffled over to the front, meeting her ass and saying hello. Facing the mirror, she backed up a few steps towards me and bent over a bit, now the dark purple wet spot at the bottom of my line of sight. I looked further up across a sea of light purple bubbly butt that consumed and overstimulated all the rods and cones in my retinas. My mouth was still open and I wondered how long it had been like that. With both palms I filled my grasp with ass flesh, if only I had more than two… When I lowered her moist region onto my hardened cock it barely felt like there was any clothing at all. I actually laughed out loud like this was all a crazy joke and turned the corner into moans so primitive that I was completely unaware until later that there was no song playing. We made our own music of animal sounds that could not be interpreted as anything but what you would think them to be. They were loud and they were guttural and they sounded like screams and sometimes they were dragging in their slowness and sometimes they exploded like popped popcorn. I can’t remember the exact line, but at some point I said something like, “You’re giving me everything I need.” “Mmmmmm,” she said. “More.” And at some point after that, as she was taking a momentary break from the motion, simply sitting on my lap, I reached under her panties on both ends, and pulled them slowly into her ass crack, now the cloth in a single hand’s grasp, and I pulled them gently a bit up, so they sunk into that crack and her cheeks popped out. Of course she giggled. And she asked what I was doing. “Just playing,” I said. “I just wanna take a peak.” “Oh.” “Is that ok?” “Yep,” she said. “Look all you want.” I held her hands, my palms facing upward, her fingers interlocked palms facing down. We massaged each other’s hands, slowly undulating our hips in unison like we’re steadying ourselves on waves. I let one hand go and encouraged her to lean forward just a bit, her ass raising into my line of sight above my junk. I pulled my erection from a 12 to 6 position, swiping her warmth along the way. Two films of cloth between us. My free hand bundled the cloth of her panties, tighter now, thinner now, now sinking into her ass deeper. I looked closely and could see her light brown skin, and the more fabric I gripped the more skin I could see. A bit darker now. A bit more hair. Soon enough I was starting at the outlines of her pussy, and the outer crinkles of her asshole. I tried to lean in a bit, and caught a whiff of her musk, which was primal and sexy and in other ways ineffable, in other ways not ;) Julia playfully let out a “Stahp itttttt” and I smiled and let go of her panties. She adjusted herself and began to groove into me a bit. I put my hand underneath my boxers and grabbed my cock at the hilt. Still from underneath, I guided my boner right towards her asshole and pressed my orange tip into her just a bit. She jumped back and giggled. “What are you doinggg?” I said, “Do you not want me to?” “Nooo,” she said. “It’s just, like, a bit weird.” I gave her a squeeze and told her I’m cool with a little weird. She bit her lip and put her hands on both cheeks on top of her panties, and gave it a spread. I tapped my dick against her ass crack, then pressed my tip into that same spot. This time I went deeper. This time she pushed into it a bit and wiggled. “Dirty,” she whispered. “Mmmhmm,” I said. I pulled away, held my cock for just a moment. Then I thrusted forward, pressing my cloth-covered cock into her cloth-covered asshole. I really tried to push in a lot and she went with it, holding her breath as I played a game of spelunking her own panties into her asshole. Push in. Push out. In. Out. I slapped it on her, and I could see the wetness all over those panties, from top to bottom. Some of it me. Some of it, her. She went shhhh with a light smile and whispered, “We can’t tell anyone. It’s too dirty.” From the sight of it, she was right. I grooved all types of ways into the cloth on her asshole and pussy, precum coming out of me all the while. The naughtiness below made our inhibitions stronger and we gyrated more comfortably. My cock was going through levels of hardness and the inevitable was approaching. I must have thrust a little too fast at one point, because on cue Julia jumped off of me and went to her phone. “We can skip this one,” she said, pressing a button while fanning herself. She exhaled. “Ok, whewww, we’ve gotten so far.” “Yep,” I said. “Ok, but,” she said. “Yes,” I said. “Yeah what’s up?” “I don’t want to do it right now. We are not going to do it right now,” she said. “Ok, yes,” I said. “I understand.” “Nothing goes in,” she said. I told her that I fully understood. I hoped it would happen, of course, but I saw this day as a stepping stone. I prepared for that possibility. Julia pivoted to face me directly. She exhaled and put her hands to each side palms down, as if to say Ok let me gather myself. She reached behind her and then threw her unhooked bra at my face. I caught it, taking in her musk inconspicuously but probably not. She pressed play and WAP came on. I’d say I saw that coming from a mile away but I hadn’t cum yet. And she was young and brave, and she kicked her panties to the headboard. I rushed my boxers off and bundled both our intimates against the left wall. Julia hopped on the bed and the bed shook. She crawled to me and I was sprung, and as she arrived, so did her musk, and it was potent and took me into its grasp, and I didn’t want to leave. I could spend the rest of my life in that volume with her, vulnerable to the infinite. The song drove her movements. She grasped me behind my neck and drove her feet into the base of the headboard, grasping the top of the board with her other hand. She was able to hover her pussy near my cock. She grabbed the base of my cock and positioned it against my belly. With her hand back to my neck, Julia slid the wetness of her pussy up and along my erection. It was hot and smooth and it numbed me so damn nicely. “How’s it feel?” she asked, slowly sliding herself up and down. I laughed. “Holy crap, I...I…” “Hehe you can’t even,” she said. She was warm and slippery and I was catching my breath most of the time. It was an awesome feeling, having her pelvic muscles rub on me heavy and strong. The thought that she was being so uninhibited to be so physical added to it. So did the feeling of what could happen, the idea of her pelvis slamming into me hard while she’s riding my dick. And this may be a bit weird but the smells that were surrounding us, smells that I wouldn’t go out of my way for on any regular day, were driving both of us wild. It was so strangely kinky to be rubbing on each other and getting more turned on by the musk we made. It made my mouth water. Then Julia turned around. I adjusted my legs and my cock barely moved I was so hard. I spread them nice and wide so she could settle that big ass onto me. Her pussy was neatly trimmed from behind. Her asshole was a bit hairy. Both of her holes were winking at me. In that upright position, my cock was perfectly lined up along the length of her openings, and I slapped it against both. It was fun to slap her pussy and nestle it between the lips. It was really fun to press the tip of my dick against the rim of her asshole. She definitely noticed as I rubbed my head nearer and nearer to her anus, pushing against it at the same time. “I’m having so much fun,” I said. She moaned and rocked back and forth onto and away from my cock. “It’s such a teeeaaase.” “You mean this?” I asked, the moment before I rubbed my tip quickly onto her clit. “Staph itttt,” she whispered. “Oh my god, Julia,” I said. “Can I taste you?” She spun around almost clipping me in the head with her foot, but finished the 180, her breasts now dangling between her arms as she was on all fours doggystyle, staring me down with her mouth open. She giggled. “I was wondering if you would ask that!” She crawled up to me and leaned in slowly for a little kiss on the lips, then in the most faint way possible, curled out, “Can I taste you, too?” I gave her another peck and we sucked on our tongues for a while. WAP had been over for a bit. My game was a total success and failure at the same time, and I was very cool with that. When we got into a 69 position, I was able to see Julia’s head right above my cock in the reflection of the unblocked mirror. She looked at me in the reflection and cutely asked, “Ready?” I nodded and watched her begin to lick me like a popsicle, and her tongue felt especially good as she lapped me warm and wet. She giggled and told me that she could taste herself on me. “You like how it tastes?” I said, continuing to catch my breath over the sensations. “Mmm yeah,” she said. “You should try it too.” Julia was a bit taller than me, so it was easy to get her bottom half positioned perfectly above my face. I put my palms on her cheeks and lowered her body slowly, the heat hitting me stronger. Like I said before she had a powerful musk, one of pheromones and sweat and pussy, but it was healthy and natural. A part of me was a little hesitant because of how strong it was, but I had another urge far more powerful and primal. I pursed my lips onto the region surrounding her clit, and the taste was a bit salty, then neutral, and the smells were like a tonic that made me mindless and wanting more and more, wanting more and more. I moaned from both the intoxicating aromas and the swirls she was putting on my dick that very moment. Julia moaned as well, then started twerking her booty on my face while I licked Q’s and B’s on her clit. Her twerks stirred up the surrounding air and the pheromones from her pussy and ass drove me nuts. I was lapping her fully, staring at her clit and slowly working my tongue up along her pussy lips, to her opening. I got ambitious and kept my tongue moving upward. She detached her lips from the side of my dick and looked into the reflection as I leaned my head up and started rimming her asshole, my line of sight peaking above the horizon of her ass cheeks. She was clean but it was so very naughty at the same time. My cock was fully upright as I did it, and she certainly noticed. “That’s so dirtyyyy,” she said. “You’re so bad.” “I can’t help it, you’re so sexy,” I said. “I want all of you.” Julia moaned out a “me too” and went directly back to sucking my cock head directly into her mouth. I threw my head back and groaned. And then without warning my eyes widened and my mouth fell open in shock as she pushed her head down and my cock slid all the way into her mouth into the back of her throat. It was like a suction of tight slippery warmth all the way down the base of my shaft. I was giving audible “uhh”s of pleasure as Julia stayed locked onto my cock stuffed all the way into her throat, slightly bobbing up and down. She slid it out of her mouth and gasped with strings of saliva dangling between her and me. “Oh my god,” she said. “I can totally do it!” “Holy shit that was insane,” I said. “That was insane.” She gathered the strings of dangling saliva with my cock like it was cotton candy, then rubbed that extra slippery spit all over my boner. “Hold on,” she said. And she swallowed my cock in one fluid motion and had her lips pressed against my pubic mound. I grabbed her ass cheeks and squeezed my pleasure into her flesh, and I couldn’t help my legs from involuntarily thrusting just a bit as she was fully engulfing my cock down her throat. She pulled out again with more saliva strings and said, “Yeah, do it.” “Do what?” I asked. She moaned and said, “Don’t make me say it! I’m shyyyy, dude.” “Please,” I said. She looked at me in the mirror and said, “Fuck my throat.” I got excited and said, “Ohh, fuck yeah,” as I positioned myself just right. “You can fuck it like it’s a pussy,” she said. Another moment to save for life. I leaned a little bit to the left of her legs so I could watch my erect cock up and into her mouth, into her throat all the way. I thrusted into her, my balls flapping all the while. She was taking my cock really easily, and let out cute glugnoises each time I got all the way in. I inhaled a big breath and started thrusting rapidly into her throat embrace. Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug. “Ughhhhh,” spilled out of me as I stopped the thrusts and pulled out of her mouth for a moment. I had a tingling and needed to hold my cock a moment, just in case I was about to cum. She opened again and I went back in. Glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug, glug-glug-glug. I caught my breath. “Wanna know something sexy?” I asked. Julia wiped a tear and asked, “What?” “Think about yesterday when you told me you liked me,” I said. “And now look at what we’re doing together.” I lifted my cock back into her throat and pounded away. Glug. glug. glug. glug. glug, glug, glug, glug. glug-glug-glug-glug, gluglugluglugluglug. She caught her breath. “You’re soooo baaaaad,” she said. Glugluglugluglugluglugluglugluglugulgluglugluglug. I pulled out of her mouth and slid away from her, but kept her all fours doggystyle. “And just to be clear, I really, really, really like you too,” I said. I got on my knees and buried my face in her from behind, suctioning between her pussy and ass. She yelled out a collection of “Oh my god”s as I ate her up fully. She turned around and we embraced in deep kisses that swirled our personal flavors back and forth. She got on her back and spread her legs wide, her hand now in between, and she said, “Cum with me.” She started fingering. I started stroking. We were staring at each other intently and our heads were shaking while doing so because our hands were so busy below. I was biting my lip and staring into her gorgeous green eyes and the inevitable was at my doorstep. And as if on cue she started having short breaths of “Oh” that interrupted each of themselves, and her hand was rubbing furiously. Julia opened her green laser beams fully and I saw the glory and she melted into orgasm as those eyelids lowered their curtains. I was still jerking off hard but was ready to pop off any moment. “Where...should...I....” “--in my mouth,” she said. “Oh god.” And Julia got up and I grabbed her head and guided the tip of my cock onto her resting tongue. And I pounded the base of my cock hard and a tingling within arose and the heat increased and I could feel my cum coursing through. I told her I was cumming and her mouth went blehhhhhh in anticipation and I spasmed jets of white liquid over and over and over and over at least 6 shots directly into her mouth as she moaned each time a squirt of cum went in. She closed her lips onto my head and sucked in the last drops as I spasmed with that feeling you get when it’s too much and you can barely take it. Julia took it all in her mouth and swallowed while looking at me. Then she coughed a bit and told me it was salty. Oddly enough that moment of the sexual fantasy breaking into a harsher reality was an even further turn on for me. We both stood up and kissed. And then in the time to follow we talked casually and allowed the conversation to turn into silences. But unlike before where they were a bit awkward, these moments were now relaxed and fun, and we reflected in silence on what just happened and would chuckle or say something like “wow” every now and then. When we started putting things back to the way they were, I grabbed our underwear from the bed. “Can I keep these?” I asked, holding her soiled panties. The words escaped my mouth before my brain could catch up to stop them. “Uh, why?” she asked. I put them up to my face and inhaled her dirty musk. “Souvenir, I guess. Hold me over until next time.” She giggled. “You gonna sniff those and jerk off to me?” “Please?” “Ok,” she said. “But what do I get?” I started jerking myself without putting a thought to it. And then I had the thought that I was acting so impulsively in the presence of this girl. And that thought, the thought that she brought it out of me, was making the whole situation even hotter, and my dick got harder in the middle of it all. “How about a little snack for the road?” I said. Julia got on her knees and played an innocent face while sticking her tongue out. She nodded her head in approval. “Feed meeeee,” she said. Blehhhhhhhh. My cock wasn’t even fully hard at that point, but I had a lingering horniness that wasn’t going to stop me. I slammed my hand hard onto my cock, and pretty much willed myself into a state of ecstasy as I felt the tingling again and I shot a couple more jets of hot semen directly into her mouth. “Thereeee you goooooo.” She smacked her lips as she finished me off. “It’s so hot that I got that out of you.” She got up and started putting her clothes back on. “You make me want to do everything I can,” I said. “Like lick my butt?” she said. She gave me a coy smile. “That. And more,” I said. She smiled. “I believe it.” She stood and did a little shimmy in place. I felt great and was in such a light mood, so I then jokingly said, “So. Same time next week?” And as she finished dressing herself she turned around and said, “Yes” in the most serious way possible. I looked at her and stared into her with lust, and my cock responded in that moment. She saw and returned the look of lust right back at me. It was intense. And I was hard, somehow. She crinkled her forehead a bit and said, “Awww. Did I just say the magic words?” I nodded. “Mmmm. You have some more cum for meeeee?”

Sexual intimacy plays a vital role in relationships, and exploring different positions can enhance connection, pleasure, and satisfaction. Couples around the world have shared their favorite sexual positions, highlighting those that bring the most enjoyment and closeness. This post presents the top 10 best sexual positions as voted by couples globally, offering practical insights and tips to try them safely and comfortably. Top Sexual Positions 1. Missionary Position The missionary position remains a classic favorite for many couples. It involves one partner lying on their back while the other lies on top facing them. This position allows for deep eye contact and easy communication, which strengthens emotional intimacy. Benefits: Simple, comfortable, and great for beginners. Tips: Use pillows under the hips to adjust angles and increase comfort. Variation: The receiving partner can wrap their legs around the other for deeper penetration. 2. Doggy Style Doggy style is popular for its ability to provide deeper penetration and different stimulation angles. One partner kneels or stands while the other leans forward or rests on hands and knees. Benefits: Allows for intense sensations and easy access for manual or oral stimulation. Tips: Adjust the height and angle by using furniture or pillows. Variation: The receiving partner can lower their chest to the bed for a more relaxed position. 3. Spooning Spooning is a side-by-side position where both partners lie on their sides, with one partner behind the other. This position is intimate and gentle, perfect for slow and sensual experiences. Benefits: Comfortable for long sessions and ideal for close physical contact. Tips: Use pillows to support the back or hips for better alignment. Variation: The partner behind can lift the receiving partner’s top leg for deeper penetration. 4. Cowgirl In the cowgirl position, one partner lies on their back while the other straddles them facing forward. This position gives the partner on top control over rhythm and depth. Benefits: Empowers the partner on top and allows for eye contact. Tips: The partner on top can lean forward or backward to change sensations. Variation: Reverse cowgirl, where the partner on top faces away, offers a different angle. 5. Standing Standing positions can add excitement and spontaneity. Both partners stand facing each other or with one partner behind. Benefits: Great for quick encounters and can be done in various locations. Tips: Use a wall or sturdy surface for support and balance. Variation: The receiving partner can lift one leg to change the angle. 6. Seated Position Seated positions involve one partner sitting on a chair or edge of a surface while the other straddles or sits on their lap. This allows for close contact and easy control. Benefits: Encourages intimacy and eye contact. Tips: Choose a sturdy chair without arms for more freedom of movement. Variation: The partner sitting can lean back or forward to alter pressure and depth. 7. Lotus Position The lotus position is a seated embrace where both partners sit facing each other with legs intertwined. This position promotes closeness and connection. Benefits: Deep emotional intimacy and full-body contact. Tips: Use cushions for comfort and support. Variation: Leaning back or forward changes the intensity and angle. 8. The Bridge In the bridge position, one partner lies on their back and lifts their hips, supported by feet and shoulders, while the other partner enters from a kneeling or standing position. Benefits: Allows for deep penetration and varied stimulation. Tips: Strength and flexibility help maintain this position comfortably. Variation: The partner on top can adjust height or angle for different sensations. 9. Side-by-Side Face-to-Face This position involves both partners lying on their sides facing each other, allowing for kissing and eye contact. Benefits: Comfortable and intimate with easy access for touching. Tips: Use pillows to support neck and back. Variation: One partner can lift a leg to increase penetration depth. 10. The Wheelbarrow The wheelbarrow position is more adventurous, with one partner supporting themselves on hands while the other holds their legs. Benefits: Offers a unique angle and intense stimulation. Tips: Requires strength and balance; communicate clearly to avoid discomfort. Variation: Adjust hand placement or leg height for comfort. Exploring these top sexual positions can bring variety and excitement to your intimate life. Each position offers unique benefits, from deep emotional connection to physical pleasure. Remember to communicate openly with your partner about comfort and preferences, and use pillows or supports to enhance experience and reduce strain. 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This is the story of Mrs. Goodwin and me. I got along well with Mrs. Goodwin from the start. I was well behaved with good manners. Mrs. Goodwin selected me to lead the group exercises that we did at the beginning of each class because I could bellow like a Drill Instructor. Also, I was entrusted with the running of little errands for Mrs. Goodwin, and that helped be get out of some of the more onerous games, like paddle tennis. Where Mrs. Goodwin and I really hit it off was with our enjoyment of running track. She had been on the track team when she was at university, and was glad to pass on some tips and pointers to me. In those days the girl’s coaches wore baggy navy-blue walking shorts and light blue polo shirts with the school logo on the left breast. Mrs. Goodwin herself was tall, with long legs. She wore her medium brown hair short, with no real attempt to make in stylish. Her face, arms and legs were well tanned. She was not what would be called ravishingly beautiful, with a long somewhat angular, face. She had a sweet smile and her light blue eyes would sparkle when she did. One thing that I noticed early on was the surgery scar on her left knee. She told the class that she had landed badly doing a high jump and had torn the tendons so badly that that ended her track and field career. With all that said, I really liked Mrs. Goodwin as a teacher and as a person. The highlight of the year in the PE department was the yearly school track meet, and this year the highlight was to be a head-to-head contest of the 4x100 yard relay: Mr. Hannigan’s coed PE class versus Mrs. Goodwin’s coed PE class. The ground rules were that each class would have two boys and two girls on the relay team, and they could run any leg. After try-outs and practice I was selected to run the anchor leg of this important race. When the day of the track meet finally arrived I was ready. I did well in my other events: the standing and running long jumps; and the 50, 100 and 440 yard dashes. The 4x100 relay was the last event of the day. I won’t bother with the detail of the race, just suffice it to say that Carla gave me a two-stride lead going into the anchor leg, and I never looked back. I stuck around after the meet to help put away the equipment and bleachers. When that job was done I headed to the locker room to shower and change. When I was ready to leave school I went by the girl’s PE office to say good-bye to Mrs. Goodwin. When I entered the office I didn’t see anyone. “Hello! Mrs. Goodwin?” I called, “its Andrew.” “I’m here in the back,” came her muffled reply. “Come on back! If the girl’s PE building was laid out like the boy’s, I was headed towards the coaches locker room. The door to the locker room was about halfway open, so I poked my head in. Mrs. Goodwin was seated with her back to me on the bench in front of her open locker. She only had on her bra and full sized briefs: ‘granny panties.’ I stammered an apology and started to withdraw. My thoughts were in a jumble. I was startled, embarrassed and turned on all at once. Mrs. Goodwin looked over her shoulder with a smile. “Come on in, Andrew. I won’t bite.” I entered the locker room, still staying by the door, ready to make a hurried exit if needed. “You did a great job at the track meet today, Andrew.” “Thank you, Mrs. Goodwin.” “‘Mrs. Goodwin’ is too formal for friends, Andrew. When we aren’t in class you should call me ‘Joan.’” “Ah…Okay, Joan,” I sort of stammered. She said we were friends, I liked that. I had always been fond of Mrs. Goodwin. In a heartbeat I realized that all along I had a crush on her. Mrs. Goodwin had shown me nothing but kindness, and I always wanted to please her. My mind was in a whorl. Here I was, talking with my PE teacher, in the coach’s locker room, while she was wearing only her underwear. And she was acting as if it was the natural thing in the world to do. “I’ve enjoyed having you in my class this semester, Andrew. You have always been such a nice young man. “Thanks, Mrs. Goodwin,” I said falling back into formality. “I’ve liked being in you class.” “Just another couple of weeks and you’re off for the summer. Any vacation plans?” “I don’t think so. Mom has to work, and I’m going to Summer School at the high school.” My mom had a rule: unless I had a paying job I had to go to summer school. “Andrew, would you be a dear and undo my bra?” she asked. I would have walked on the ceiling if she had asked me to! I stepped over to Mrs. Goodwin. I knew how bras were fastened, having helped my mom sort laundry. I undid the three hooks and gently let my hands fall to my sides. Joan took the straps off of her shoulder and tossed the now empty bra into her locker. This was in the days before sports bras had even been thought of, so Mrs. Goodwin had to wear her bra tight to keep her breasts from bouncing too much. I saw the deep marks on her shoulders from the straps, and I felt sorry. I don’t like to see anyone suffering. On impulse I reached up and started to massage her shoulder and neck. The simple act of touching her bare skin made my penis stir in my jeans. “Oh, Andrew, oh…yes, that feels so good,” she said rolling her neck in enjoyment. I worked my way lower down her back. I started to really massage deeply. I could feel the tension squirt out of her muscles, like toothpaste out of a tube. Joan leaned over so I could reach her entire back. After several moments she let out a deep, satisfied sigh. “Thank you, Sweetie,” Joan said looking back over shoulder. “You do that very well.” “Thanks, Joan.” I was looking at her panty clad bottom. Her briefs were of thin white cotton, so there was just a hint of flesh underneath: a very intriguing sight for a fifteen year old boy. “You’ve had a good look at my back, Andrew. Would you like to look at my front?” I was dumbfounded! Here was a mature woman inviting me to look at her breasts. Not some furtive peeking at some classmates budding titties, just come on and have a look. It took me a moment or two to find my voice again. “Yes, Mrs. Goodwin, I would like to look at your front.” I did not trust myself to say the word ‘breasts.’ I sidled around the bench until knees were almost touching. I could not really take my eyes off of my shoes. I was embarrassed and scared that something awful was going to happen. “Don’t worry, Sweetie,” Joan said in a reassuring voice. “They won’t hurt you.” With that I looked up. All guys want to have something sophisticated or cool to say at a time like this. “Gee, Mrs. Goodwin, what did you do to make them so beautiful?” is what I blurted out. She threw her head back and laughed. I had the pleasure of seeing her breasts jiggle as she laughed. My penis was making its presence known by its incessant pulsing. Mrs. Goodwin smiled at me as she reached out and touched my cheek. “Andrew that is the sweetest thing anybody has said to me in a long, long time.” “What about Mr. Goodwin?” Joan sighed again. “He doesn’t look at me all that often anymore.” My parents had been divorced since I was five years old, and too young to read the signs. I didn’t know that intimacy was often an early casualty of marriage. I now took the time to have a good look at Joan’s breasts. They were full, sort of pear-shaped, and low slung with large pale pink areolas and prominent nipples. She turned a little left and right so I could see them from several different angles. They were very nice. My penis was threatening to burst out of my jeans. “Have you ever seen a woman’s breasts before?” “No.” I was too absorbed in staring at her breasts to reply with more than monosyllables. “Not even in a magazine?” Joan asked playfully. “No…Well, maybe once or twice,” I admitted. “Sweetie,” Joan said softly, “I want you to touch them.” I must have given her a look of blank surprise because she nodded her head at me and smiled again. Slowly, in part wanting to savor the moment and part apprehension that I was going to wake up from a dream, I reached out to Joan’s beautiful breasts. The moment that I first touched Joan was an instant to remember. Her breasts were soft, yet at the same time firm. And they were warm to my touch. Purely out of male instincts I began to gently squeeze and caress them. My efforts were rewarded by the magical feeling of Joan’s nipples becoming erect against the palms of my hands. Joan moaned softy and put her hands on mine. “Oh Sweetie, that feels wonderful.” All I could do was give a gentle squeeze as answer. “Kiss them, Sweetie, kiss them!” Joan ordered breathlessly. Reluctantly I released her breasts and knelt down between her legs. I bent slightly to start kissing Joan’s breasts. I resisted the impulse to head straight for the nipple of her right breast. Instead I started my kisses at the base. With tender kisses I slowly inched my way across and down towards her nipple. “Oh, Andrew,” she murmured, “You have the softest lips!” As I approached the areola, I started kissing around the edge, gradually spiraling closer and closer towards the nipple of her breast. “Oh Sweetie, you are such a tease!” When I eventually reached Joan’s nipple, I gave it the lightest kiss, then another a little harder, and then I took the sweet jewel in my mouth. Joan started stroking my hair. “Sweetie, that feels wonderful! Don’t stop. It’s been so long!” She then pulled me close, between her beautiful breasts. She kissed me on the top of head, and then she took my head in both hands and brought me up to kiss her on the lips. She gave me a very long tender kiss. “We have to wait. We can’t let someone catch us here.” I nodded dumbly. “Can you come to my house, Sweetie?” I found my voice again. “Sure, where do you live?” Joan rattled off an address. It was only about two miles from campus in the opposite direction from my house. I nodded in agreement. It would not be too far of a bike ride. “I need to call my mom,” I said as I stood up. “Use the phone on my desk.” Joan smiled again at me. “Now scoot!” she ordered playfully. I had just settled in behind Mrs. Goodwin’s desk when Mrs. Cole came into the office. It was a good thing too: my penis making a huge bulge in the front of my jeans. “What are you doing here?” she snapped. “Mrs. Goodwin said I could use the phone to call my mom, Mrs. Cole.” “All right,” she said, “Just make it quick.” She then did something very odd: she smiled at me. “You did an excellent job at the track meet today, young man.” “Thank you, Ma’am,” I knew that it was best to be very formal with Mrs. Cole. “I wanted to beat the pants off of Mr. Hannigan’s class.” “Yes, Ma’am.” With a nod Mrs. Cole headed back towards the locker room. I picked up the phone and asked the school operator for an outside line. I dialed my mom’s work number. “Hi Mom.” “Oh hi there. I’m glad you called. I was going to call you. Ray has asked me to go out to dinner and a movie tonight.” Ray was my mom’s boyfriend. I was not that fond of him, but that is another story. “You’ll have to find your own dinner.” “Then I guess it’s okay if I go over to Hal’s house then?” I said giving a plausible lie. Hal was my best friend and I often went over to his house on the way home from school. “Of course, dear.” “Maybe I can mooch a meal off of Mrs. Taylor.” Mom laughed. Mrs. Taylor, Hal’s mom, had the well deserved reputation of being a really lousy cook. Hal often came over meals at our house. “Maybe you can, but there’s a casserole in the freezer if you’d rather.” “Okay, Mom,” I said brightly. “You and Ray have a good time.” “Sure thing. Bye” “Bye Mom,” I said as I hung up the phone. It was all set. I knew that Ray would keep Mom out until at least midnight, so I had no constraints. I figured that it would take Mrs. Goodwin another fifteen minutes or so to shower and change. I had enough time to go to my locker, get my book bag and then get my bike. I rode over to the faculty parking lot, looking for Mrs. Goodwin’s car. I was very sure that she drove a Gold Duster, but I wasn’t completely sure. I cruised around the parking lot trying not to look like I was loitering. Sure enough, Mrs. Goodwin came walking into the parking lot and headed towards that Gold Duster that I had pegged as hers. She had changed into a nice pair of tan slacks and plain white blouse. I rode my bike over to her. “Hi Mrs. Goodwin.” “Oh hi, Andrew. Still here?” she said with a smile. She dug into the pocket of her slacks and pulled out a crumpled piece of paper. “Could you be a sweetie and throw this away for me?” she asked. “Sure, Mrs. Goodwin,” I said taking the paper. I got up on the pedals of my bike. “Have a nice weekend, Mrs. Goodwin.” “I’m sure I will, Andrew,” she called after me as I rode away. Once I had saw Joan drive away I un-crumpled the paper she had given me. As I suspected it was her address and the notation ‘Give me ten minutes.’ That was an easy enough request to follow, and I figured that it would take another ten minutes of so to ride over to her house. I gave Mrs. Goodwin the ten minute head start that she wanted, and then rode over to her house. I was right in my estimate of how long it took. Mrs. Goodwin’s house was a rather nondescript southern Californian late fifty’s era tract house. It was white with yellow trim, and a nice green lawn in front. Mrs. Goodwin’s car was in the driveway. I pulled my bike up in front of her car. I had a kind of odd feeling in the pit of my stomach as I walked up to the front door. I liked Mrs. Goodwin, I was still turned on by what had happened in the coach’s locker room, and part of me wanted to continue, but also part of me wanted to run away. I took a deep breath, swallowed hard and rang the doorbell. Mrs. Goodwin opened the door. “Well hello there, Andrew!” she said smiling at me, “Please come in. How nice of you to drop by.” She led me into the living room. I noticed that was dark because the blinds were closed. She reached out her arms. I stepped up to her and we hugged for a long moment, nothing more. It felt so nice just being held by Joan, feeling her breasts against my chest. My penis was making itself known again. We then kissed on the lips. I was surprised when Joan tickled my lips with the tip of her tongue. I was ignorant of French kissing. With a little prompting I opened my mouth and let her tongue slip into my mouth. It was a weird feeling at but I sort of got used to it after a bit. I returned the favor and slipped my tongue into her mouth. When we broke that passionate kiss, Joan patted my cheek. “Very nice, Andrew. You’re learning. Now, why don’t you have a seat on the sofa? Take off your shoes and stay awhile. I would offer you something, but I’m not used to having guests over to visit.” I did as I was asked, and sat down on the sofa. “I’ll be right back, Sweetie.” I waited for what seemed like a long time, but was really just a few minutes. When Joan came back in she was wearing a silky pink robe. She looked beautiful. She sat at the end of sofa. “Come here, Sweetie,” Joan said patting the seat next to her. I scooted over to her. I was quivering in anticipation. This whole thing seemed like a dream. If it was a dream I wanted it to slow down so I could savor every second of it before I woke up. She leaned over to me and kissed me on the lips again. It felt wonder again. Automatically I took her in my arms. Locked in our embrace, Joan gently leaned back, pulling me with her. I reached out and took her right breast in my hand and we kissed deeply and passionately. Joan worked her gown open and guided my hand to her bare breasts. I caressed those two perfect breasts. Joan slipped her tongue into my mouth again. I was expecting it this time, so I let myself enjoy the sensation. With all of the simulation my blood was coming to boil. I broke our French kiss. I started smothering Joan’s face with kisses. My lips were everywhere: her eyelids, her ears, even the tip of her nose. “Oh yes, Sweetie…Love me, Andrew, Sweetie, love me!” Joan murmured. “I do love you, Joan!” I blurted out between kissed. In her infinite wisdom she soon put her fingers to my lips. “Shush, shush, Sweetie. We have plenty of time. No need to hurry. Let’s just cuddle for a bit.” Reluctantly I stopped my kissing. I rested my head on her shoulder, and she started stroking my hair, after she closed her robe. “That’s it, Sweetie, just let me hold you.” “You know, Andrew, dear,” Joan whispered in my ear after a few moments of silence, “I’ve always found attractive, since that first in day class.” “I’ve always liked you too, Joan.” “I’ve known that too.” We just held onto each other for a while. To continue my cooking metaphor, I had clamed down to a gentle simmer, and I guess that Joan could tell it was time to turn the heat back up a bit. “Andrew,” she said with a mock seriousness in her voice, “You have been neglecting someone.” I gave her a baffled look. She opened her gown to expose her left breast. I now knew hat she was talking about. Back in the locker room I only had the chance to kiss her right breast, and the way we had been reclining on the sofa it was my left hand that was free to do the feeling, so I was more inclined to reach out for her right breast. I knew what to do. As before I started kissing the base of her breast and slowly worked my way towards the nipple. “Sweetie, you just know how to please me.” She took my left hand and guided it to her right breast. “We don’t want anyone to feel left out, dear.” Joan then murmured and stroked my hair. “Oh yes, Sweetie, suckle my tittie!” I decided to be a little bolder and I licked the sweet bud of her nipple. This seemed to hit a nerve. “Oh yes, Sweetie, oh yes,” Joan moaned softly. “Nibble on it, Sweetie.” I felt a little odd at this request, but I gently took her nipple between my teeth. I did not want to hurt her. “That’s…yes…that’s perfect, darling, Sweetie, Andrew, lover, oh yes!” Without any prompting I changed over to her right breast and started kissing, licking sucking on that nipple. After several minutes of that Joan stopped me again. “You know, Andrew,” she said taking my head in both hands. “You have me at a disadvantage: you have too many clothes on. Let’s start by taking your shirt off.” I obeyed and eased my OP polo shirt over my head and off. This was just the opening that Joan was waiting for. She kissed me on the right nipple. I almost jumped at the sensation. I had never thought of getting pleasure from my nipples, but the way Joan kissed them changed my mind. “Oh, Joan,” I murmured. “That feels wonderful!” It was my turn to stroke her hair and kiss the top of her head. Her hair was soft and fine. It felt good under my fingers. Between kiss she asked: “Did you ever notice that when I assigned color to the teams, I almost always had your squad change to red shirts? I liked looking at your chest.” She was referring to the individual squad teams in PE class. The boys wore reversible t-shirts: grey on one side, red on the other. To tell teams apart on team of boys would change from grey side out to red side out, or go with out shirts; and the girls, much as the boys would have liked to see them change shirts; wore these stupid looking red tie-on bibs. “I always liked it when you chose to go ‘skins.’” When Joan had finished kissing and caressing my chest, she leaned back in the corner of the sofa. She opened her robe completely. She was wearing a very pretty pair of white briefs. They had a lace waistband and panels of lace that framed her mound. Much as I liked looking at her breasts, I could not take my eyes off of her pubes. My blood was starting to boil again. “Would you like to kiss me down there?” Joan asked, noting my interest. “Yes,” I whispered huskily. “Then come here, Sweetie.” There was something that I had to take care of first: I took off my jeans and socks, so I was just wearing my briefs. My penis was straining at the front. There was even a wet spot where I leaked a little in my excitement. Joan smiled as I stripped off my pants. She reached over and patted the prominence in the front of my underwear. “Very nice, very nice indeed!” she complemented me. “I’ll attend to you later.” I leaned over to her and kissed full on the lips. Taking my time had worked well before, so I figured to continue with a winning strategy. I kissed Joan’s lips for a few seconds, then I moved to her cheeks, the down her neck, down her chest with a slight detour to kiss under her right breast. Joan who had been breathing heavily, jerked and giggled. “That tickles!” I continued down her beautiful body. Joan was about fifty years old, so her tummy was a little soft, but I didn’t care. On impulse I rubbed my nose against her navel. I slipped myself off of the sofa and knelt between Joan’s legs. By now I had reached the waistband of her briefs. I didn’t take them off; I kept kissing her through the smooth material of her undies. I eased my under her and held her bottom. I moved my lips closer and closer to her womanhood. I had heard the locker room jokes about women’s pussies smelling like dead fish or rotten cheese. Joan had a very delicate scent, with just a hint of muskiness to it. I fell in love with the aroma of woman’s pussies at that moment, although, never did I find one that had as sweet a perfume as Joan Goodwin’s. (Yes, over the years I’ve come across women whose pubic hair was a rough as steel wool, whose vaginal juices were as thick as used motor oil, and who did smell like rotten cheese.) When my lips first touched the soaking crotch of Joan’s panties, my penis felt like it wanted to burst. I knew that I would ejaculate in an instant if I so much as touched it. I kissed up and down the length of her vulva. I then kissed the crease where her legs joined her torso. There were wisps of fine pubic hair sticking out of her panty. I worked my tongue inside of her undies for my first taste of heaven. It’s hard to describe the taste, but Joan was light, thin and sweet. “Oh Sweetie, take them off! Take them off, you tease!” Joan moaned. In response I started easing her panties off. I stopped kissing her pussy, and as each little bit of skin was exposed I kissed it. I was slightly surprised. This was in the early days of ‘The Penthouse Revolution’ when men’s magazines first started showing the pubic hair of their model. From the few times I had seen those types of magazines I knew that women had thick amounts of pubic hair on their pussies. As I’ve mentioned Joan was in her fifties, so instead of a thick, dark bush her pussy had a thinner coverage, as was graying a little bit. I didn’t care, the hair was long and fine textured and it felt good as I kissed across and down her mound of Venus. When I came to between her legs I paused to take my first good look at woman’s genitals. Here the information from Sex Ed class was actually of some use. I did know the technical names of the various parts of a woman’s anatomy. Because of her age a bit of Joan’s labia minora were peeking out in what I would later to learn to a call a ‘butterfly.’ I thought it was a beautiful sight. Again I kissed up and down the length of her womanhood. The tastes and scents were driving me crazy. The pot was about to boil over, to continue my metaphor. “Use your tongue, Sweetie!” Joan moaned. “Lick me, taste me, put your tongue in me, Sweetie.” I did as I was told. The textures of the skin and fine hair, combined with the ambrosial taste of Joan were heaven on earth for me. I didn’t want to stop, and from Joan’s moans and murmured endearments, she didn’t want me to stop either. I parted her labia with the tip of my tongue. I licked deeper and deeper into the folds of her womanhood. The tip of my tongue found the sweet bud of her clitoris, and I caressed it lightly. I was totally surprised by the reaction. Joan groaned, moaned, arched her back and clamped my head between her legs. She called out my name, and with an overarching ‘Sweetie!’ she collapsed. I sat back on my heels. In my innocence I thought, for a brief moment only, that Joan had had a heart attack. I was reassured when she started breathing deeply. She looked so beautiful laying there naked except for her robe, which was wide open. “Oh, Andrew, that was wonderful!” She said smiling at me. “You know what I want.” I got up and sat back down on the sofa and closed my eyes. I may not have had an orgasm, but I was emotionally fulfilled. I had taken great pleasure in giving Joan her pleasure. I opened my eyes when I felt Joan move off of the sofa. She was positioning herself in front of me, kneeling on the floor. “Turnabout is fair play, Sweetie.” Joan leaned over kissed me on the lips. I reached out for her breasts. Gently she pushed my hands away. “Just lean back and enjoy, Sweetie. Let me do all the work now.” She rubbed my chest and nipples as she kissed me tenderly on the face. As I had done for her, she worked her way down my torso. I did as I was told and leaned back. At least until she got to the lower edge of my ribs. She hit just the right spot and it was my turn to jump from being tickled. “Oh, you like that?” Joan asked mischievously, “How about this?” she asked as she tickled the other side of my ribs with her fingers. I convulsed with laughter. She smiled at me yet again. “I’m sorry Sweetie, I just couldn’t resist. Lay back again. I’ll be good. I promise.” Joan resumed her kissing, studiously avoiding my ribs. When she got to my briefs she started easing the waistband down. My mind was racing and my heart was pounding. Joan was about to see my penis! No woman, except mom years ago, had seen my privates. I was struck with a sudden anxiety about my size, but I was enjoying myself too much to worry. I wanted Joan to see me. Joan gently took my penis with one have and pulled my briefs out of the way. My fears were allayed by what she said next. “Beautiful! Just like I’ve imagined, Sweetie.” Of course I had masturbated, and enjoyed it very much. Now, with someone else, a beautiful woman handling my manhood it felt better than it ever had when I did it. Gently, knowingly, Joan softly pumped her hand up and down the length of my shaft. I was in heaven again. I closed my eyes to enjoy the overwhelming sensation of pleasure. I was startled when I felt something warm and wet on my penis. I opened my eyes. Joan had taken my erect penis in her mouth and was bobbing her head up and down while she fondled my testicles. It was a wonderful sensation but I didn’t want it. “No, Mrs. Goodwin, no,” I pleaded, “I don’t want to cum in your mouth.” Joan removed her mouth from my organ. “I won’t let you, Sweetie. When that happens I gag and it ruins the mood.” She resumed gently masturbating me. “Besides, I want you to cum in only one place,” she gave me another mischievous look, “And that place is not here.” She took my briefs off the rest of the way and stood up. She held out her hand to help me off the couch into a hug. Our naked, or almost naked, bodies touched. The sheer pleasure of feeling her soft, warm flesh against mine was magnificent. Her breasts were pressed up against my chest, and my penis was squeezed against her leg. We kissed again, my hands scrambling for her breasts and bottom, while Joan took hold of my penis again. I struggled with alternating hands to slip her robe off her shoulders. Shortly it joined the rest of our clothes on the living room floor. My manly instincts took hold, and I reached between her legs to touch her pussy. “Yes, Sweetie, that feels so good.” Joan whispered in my ear as I slipped my finger between her labia. I rubbed around until I found her clitoris. She reached a small orgasm quickly. I was amazed at how sensitive she was. Joan backed out of my hug. “Come with me, Sweetie,” she beckoned. I followed her gently swaying bottom down the hall and into her bedroom. It was obvious even to my inexperienced eyes that this was a woman’s bedroom: nice curtains, soft carpet, various feminine type knickknacks on the dresser and such. What I really noticed was the bed had been turned down so it was open an inviting. Joan lay down, and adjusted the pillows. “Come here, Andrew, lay next to me so we can cuddle some more.” I took my place next to her and we eased into each other’s arms. Our lips met, and our hands roved. I could not resist the allure of Joan’s breasts, so I wiggled down to kiss and fondle the while Joan played with my erect penis. “Andrew, Sweetie,” she whispered, “Are you ready?” “Oh yes, Joan, I’m ready.” My words belied my nervousness. The Sex Education unit that was part of the overall health class was useless at this time. I knew all about the difference between myosis and mitosis; the process of menstruation and a woman’s fertility cycle; and how the sperm and he ovum would come together to produce a zygote; but the actual way of bring the two together was not covered in the course material. There were still things one had to learn hanging around on grubby street corners or the boy’s locker room. We rolled around so I was lying on top of Joan. She spread her legs and my penis touched her pussy. It was a marvelous and exciting feeling. I started to rub against her. Joan bent her knees and reached around and gently guided my expectant member into her vagina. The sensation of entering a woman for the first time was, and is, an event really beyond the scope of words. It was warm, wet, velvety and a thousand other wonderful words. I knew what to do and I started thrusting. Ever the wise woman that she is, Joan wrapped her legs around my bottom to keep from falling out. Being hyper-stimulated I lasted only a minute or so before I had the most powerful orgasm of my young life. I groaned loudly and collapsed on Joan. I was emotionally on edge. In the space of an amazing Friday afternoon I had been given my first adult kiss, felt my first woman’s breasts, seen my first naked woman, tasted my first pussy and now had my first experience of sexual intercourse. My breathing was coming in heaving gaps and my heart was pounding when the sound of Joan softly crying entered into my world. That pushed me over an edge and tears welled up in my eyes. “I’m sorry if I did it wrong, Mrs. Goodwin,” I blubbered, “I’m sorry! It’s all my fault.” Joan clutched me to her breast. She stroked my hair as she rocked me back and forth. “Shush, Sweetie, no, no, no, you were wonderful. It’s just that it’s been almost seven years since I’ve had sex with a man. That’s why I’m teary.” She kissed me on the cheek. “Oh, Andrew, you did more that that, Sweetie, you made love to me.” “I came to fast,” I whispered sadly. “Sweetie, I knew that you would. It wasn’t a disappointment.” I could tell by the change in the sound of her voice that her tears were finished. “It’s more that just getting inside a woman. It’s all the wonderful things we did before. Now we have all the wonderful things that come after.” She paused. “Besides, we still have more time. We’ll have another chance.” “You mean it?” I asked earnestly. “Of course I do, Sweetie. I’m trusting in the stamina of teenage boys.” She pulled the top sheet over us. “Now why don’t we just lay here and enjoy each other.” So we lay next to each other gently caressing each other, and softly kissing. Nothing strenuous or overly stimulating, just enough to keep the pot simmering. “Tell me Andrew, do you masturbate?” “Yes.” “Who do you think about?” “Some of the girls,” I said evasively. “Like whom?” Joan asked teasingly. “Well, Carla,” I said naming one of the girls in my PE squad. “She is a nice enough girl. I don’t think she realizes what a teaser she is with her knickers always showing.” Joan observed. “Anyone else? Like Terry?” she asked. “Her mother should buy her a stronger bra.” All of the guys were horny for Terry. She was very buxom and single handedly made jumping-jacks a spectator sport. “Yeah I’ve thought of her too.” “What about me?” I swallowed. “Yes.” I admitted softly. Joan laughed and gave me a big squeeze. “I had a hunch that you had, Sweetie.” “I’ll never think of anyone else!” I promised emphatically. Joan laughed again. “You dear boy.” She kissed me full on the lips again. “If you do ever think of someone else, don’t tell me.” With that she picked up the pace of our caressing and fondling. I did not need much to arouse me again, and I got that arousal from caressing Joan’s pussy. She was still wet from both of us, so I was able to slip my right middle finger into her vagina easily. “Oh Sweetie, yes, that feels wonderful.” Joan said huskily. Her breathing then became rapid and shallow. “Oh, oh, yes, Sweetie, lover, oh, don’t stop, oh, oh, oh.” She moaned, her words tumbling out faster and faster. She clutched me tightly and buried her head against my shoulder to muffle a scream of pure pleasure. I was again taken aback by the intensity of Joan’s orgasms. “Sweetie, you do that very well.” Joan said from my shoulder. “Now let’s do something different.” She rolled me on to my back. “You see, Sweetie, the woman can be in charge sometimes,” she told me playfully. Joan draped her left leg over my legs. She rubbed my chest and kissed my face and nipples while she gently fondled my penis. I loved the sensations of her lips on my nipples and her hand on my penis. When Joan determined that we were ready again she knelt over me and slowly lowered herself onto my waiting penis. For the second time that afternoon I felt the extraordinarily wonderful sensation of being in a warm and loving woman. Joan slowly bobbed up and down. “You see, Sweetie, this way the woman can control the pace to her liking.” What was to my liking was the face that her breasts were dangling in front of my eyes. I took hold of them and fondled and caressed them to my hearts content. I was able to take the nipples in my mouth as well. “Oh yes, Sweetie, that is so nice. Yes…yes,” she murmured in pleasure. As our climaxes approached Joan picked up the pace. I answered by thrusting with my pelvis to meet her strokes. I moaned my pleasure, and with a cry of “Oh Joan!” I ejaculated deep inside her. The sensation of my semen flooding her was enough to push Joan over the edge of her orgasm. She gave an inarticulate yell of ecstasy and she collapsed into my waiting arms. We lay quietly in each other arms for several moments enjoying the feeling of each other’s warmth, and not wanting it to end. Regrettable things had to move on. “Oh Sweetie, Andrew,” Joan whispered “You were magnificent. It’s been so long since I’ve felt this way. Thank you, Andrew.” “Thank you, Mrs. Goodwin.” I wanted to say ‘I love you, Joan,’ but I could not get the words out. “Much as we might want to keep going, Sweetie, we have to stop.” She smiled down at me. “We’ve made a mess of the living room and my bed. We need to tidy up before Jack comes home.” The mention of her husband made me feel sick to my stomach. I just cuckolded Mr. Goodwin. My upbringing told me that it was a sinful thing to do. Joan noticed the queasy look on my face. She held me tightly. “I know, Sweetie,” she said softly and slowly. “It may not be right, but you are very special to me, Andrew. And Jack has given up his rights to me. I’ve been lonely for a man’s touch.” This time I was able to get the words out. “I love you, Joan.” “I love you too, Andrew, my dearest, my Sweetie.” We hugged tightly again. “Now come on, we’ve got work to do.” Joan directed me to have a quick wash in her bathroom while she stripped the bed. Joan brought me my clothes. I was a little disappointed that while I was washing up she had gotten dressed again. Things were all quiet when Mr. Goodwin came home from work. A load of laundry was in the washer, and I was sitting chastely with Mrs. Goodwin on the couch looking at what I had found on the bookshelf earlier, true erotica novels.

A Romantic Story We woke up early for our flight, first heading to Los Angeles and then to Honolulu for our romantic honeymoon, where we stayed at an oceanfront hotel on Waikiki Beach. Although Oahu isn't my favorite island, once Rosie mentioned that her grandfather's brother had died on the USS Arizona, I knew we would spend several days there. The Arizona Memorial is very popular, so we left the hotel at 7:30 a.m. to head to the naval base at Pearl Harbor. The ticket line was short, but we still had to wait two hours before boarding the tender to the Memorial. We spent much of this time in the small museum and the rest outside, enjoying the views and the pleasant weather. Finally, our turn came, and we took the five-minute ride. I noticed that many, like us, wore the flower leis we had received at the airport or hotel. The atmosphere was appropriately solemn as we walked directly to the list of those who had made the ultimate sacrifice for our freedom, where she found her relative's name. Holding hands, we said a silent prayer and placed our leis into the water. Seeing the outline of the ship, which still holds the remains of over 1,100 brave sailors, was as moving as it was eerie. Twenty minutes later, we were back on land. We spent most of our time at the beach where Rosie teased me about my pale skin. Any tan I may have picked up over the summer was long gone by January. Rosie’s Mediterranean skin handled the sun relatively easily, but my ultra-fair Irish skin was prone to burning severely and even blistering. Rosie made sure I had plenty of SPF 50 sunscreen on every exposed part of my body. Of course, I was more than happy to reciprocate on her even though she jokingly called me a lecherous pervert every time. We stayed on Oahu for three days and nights before catching an inter-island flight to Kauai. Kauai is the oldest of the Hawaiian chain and, in many regards, it’s the most beautiful. But, if you want to swim in the ocean there’s only one place to go—the south shore near Poipu. The eastern and northern shores are loaded with sharp and dangerous coral. We stayed at the Sheraton in Poipu Beach. Our second day there I drove Rosie up to Hanalei Bay where the story “South Pacific” had been filmed decades ago. We boarded a small boat for a tour of the Na Pali Coast where deep green fluted mountains appear to rise straight out of the dark blue sea. Rosie was clearly impressed with the sheer beauty of the area. After lunch we drove to Princeville where we sat along the shore path to watch the big wave surfers. The trade winds continuously blow from Alaska to the Hawaiian Islands. On Kauai, there's an offshore reef about half a mile out that catches the waves, causing them to compress and rise, reaching heights of sixty or seventy feet. Surfers are towed to the reef by jet-skis, though I personally thought they were all out of their minds. On our drive back to the hotel, Rosie made me promise never to consider doing anything so risky. The following day, I drove us back to the airport for a helicopter tour of the island. It was amazing to see the Na Pali Coast from a different angle. Among the islands, Kauai, the oldest, and Hawaii, the youngest, are the best places to explore by helicopter. After spending four days on Kauai, Hawaii was our next stop. >>>>>> Rosie’s face told me she was having a blast on our honeymoon. We were making love two to three times every day and were still finding time for sightseeing, swimming, and everything that vacationers can do in our fiftieth state. “I suggest you keep a sharp eye out the window when we land. Kauai is the oldest island, but Hawaii is the youngest and it shows. You’ll see exactly what I mean.” Rosie leaned across the seat to kiss me quickly then returned her gaze to the small window. A few minutes later she looked back in shock. “What is that, Steven? It looks like some barren desert, only black.” “You’ll see plenty of that here. It’s lava. In some areas it’s hard rock and in others it’s more like soil, but black and barren it is in most places.” We picked up our rental car and were driving north to our hotel, the Marriott in Waikoloa, and passing mile after mile of mostly barren lava fields. It’s not the best hotel on the big island, but it’s up there and the shopping mall just across the street has plenty of decent restaurants and shops. It has a beach on a bay that’s extremely safe with conditions similar to those we had at home in Long Island Sound. We spent one day driving south past the city of Kona to Volcanoes National Park. It’s a really interesting place where you can see the effects of the active volcano closely, but safely. Rosie picked up the odor of sulphur coming from the many vents almost immediately. The gas is poisonous and can form a strong acid when it comes into contact with water so some areas of the park are banned for visitors. We visited the museum and the overlook of the awesome caldera. A slight detour on the way back took us to Volcano winery. It was interesting and tasty even though Rosie restricted herself to grape juice. I asked them to ship a case to my office, knowing that Joyce would hold them for my return. The following morning we were en route to Hilo’s airport on the eastern side of the island for a helicopter ride over the volcano area. Watching the lava run into the sea where it solidified as the heat formed huge pillars of steam was fascinating then we flew to what the pilot called a “skylight.” It was a hole in the top of a lava tube where we could see the red hot lava flowing and we could feel the terrific heat even though we were more than fifty feet above it. Too soon the flight was over and we returned to our hotel for a leisurely afternoon at the beach. Two days later we flew to Kahului, the capital of Maui. Of all the islands I love Maui best. Our hotel in Kaanapali was an hour’s drive away. “Don’t forget what I told you about the hotel here, Rosie.” “I remember; it’s not five-star, but we have it because we’ll be close to the snorkeling site and the ocean where we should be able to see the whales. I hope we can.” “I’m sure of it. I’ve been here twice in January and I’ve always been able to see plenty. Why don’t we stop for snorkel gear on the way to the hotel?” Rosie agreed so we stopped at the Cannery Mall just north of the old whaling town of Lahaina to get our gear from Boss Frog. I just had to complete the rental agreement when Rosie told me she wanted to go to the pharmacy next door. “I’ll meet you there, okay Steven?” I did just ten minutes later. “Are you okay,” I asked. “Never better, darling…never better. Let’s go. I want to get to our room.” I pulled a kukui-nut lei from my carry-on as we strode into the lobby of the Kaanapali Beach Hotel. That told the staff that I’d been there before. With all the four and five-star hotels in the area why would I want to stay here at a hotel that was no more than three? First of all is the location. It’s only about two hundred yards from Black Rock, a lava outcropping that’s well known as one of the world’s best snorkeling spots that can be reached from the beach. Second is that the oceanfront rooms are only fifty feet from the beach and maybe twice that from the water. Sitting on one of the balconies it’s really easy to see humpback whales as they breach or even just surface and blow. Sometimes they’re really close to shore. Finally, KBH advertises itself as the most Hawaiian hotel and they are. The staff is really friendly and helpful. They run all kinds of lessons on Hawaiian stuff every day. The lobby and exterior are a bit old-fashioned, but the rooms have all been refurbished. Besides, don’t I have the original old-fashioned girl for my wife? Of course, our room wasn’t ready. We went to the restrooms to change into our bathing suits and then we strolled across the huge lawn, finding lounge chairs under one of the numerous old trees. “This is great, Steven. I won’t have to worry about you burning. Let’s just remember to put some on when we go to the beach.” “Yes, Mom,” I said with a grin. Rosie joined me in laughing. “Next thing you’ll be telling me you want incest.” Suddenly, she stopped her kidding and lowered her voice. Clearly, her words were for my ears only. She looked around, but there was only one couple near us and they were at least forty feet away. “When do I get my period, Steven?” Her voice was just above a whisper. “On a Thursday.” It was true. I’d never heard of a woman whose period was as predictable as Rosie’s. Every fourth Thursday like clockwork it began. I had been concerned initially, thinking that our weekend would be ruined. Rosie, however, never had cramps and was hornier than ever during it. “On a Thursday, between 9:00 and 10:00 in the morning, but we’re five hours behind so it would probably come sometime in the early morning between four and five a.m.” I repeated. She nodded as she continued. “Do you remember when I had it in December?” “You know I don’t keep track of stuff like that. I don’t know any guy who does. Sometime in the middle of the month, I think.” “I’m surprised you remember that much. It was on December 12th so that would mean I should have it when?” I did the math quickly in my head—nineteen days in December and nine in January would mean Thursday, January 9th. “Thursday, January 9th.” Now Rosie was grinning wildly as she said, “And, what is today’s date?” Now I did have to think. We were heading home on the evening of the twenty-fifth and we were in Maui for nine days so…”January 17th.” I sat there dumbfounded while Rosie continued to grin like the Cheshire cat. Then it hit me like a foul ball to the head. “Oh my God…you’re late! You’re never late! You’re like a clock!” That’s when she dug into her purse, pulling out four white cylinders. They were in my hand before I realized that they were home pregnancy tests and they all said, “YES.” I was out of my lounger in an instant. My hands found Rosie’s head and I pulled her to me for what I thought at the time was the kiss of the century. Hell; it was the kiss of all time! Rosie whispered in my ear when she broke it. “I’m taking the top as soon as we get into the room.” There was no way in hell I was going to argue. We applied sunscreen to each other then walked hand in hand down the beach toward Black Rock, our masks and fins under our arms. I thought I had loved Rosie before, but it was nothing in comparison to how I felt now. We walked into the water and I helped Rosie into her fins and mask. I’d learned back in July that she was an excellent swimmer, almost as good as I was. We swam together through the crystal clear water toward the rock, marveling at the abundant variety of colorful fish. We were about fifty feet from shore when we saw the big dark shape in the water. There, not more than ten feet away was a…. I know you’re thinking shark, but it wasn’t. It was a giant sea turtle almost within arm’s length as we approached. I’d seen them here before, and that’s not all. I’d come alone a few years ago and had seen a big moray eel out around the end of the rock. It appeared to have just eaten; there were tiny bits of what seemed to be a fish floating in the water and they were being eaten by a school of smaller fish. We snorkeled for about twenty minutes before Rosie told me she was getting cold. We turned around and a few minutes later we were on the beach, our bodies warming quickly in the bright sunshine. I led her back to the hotel lobby where we picked up our key. A few minutes later we were in our room; naked and in bed less than a minute later. Rosie pushed me back until I fell onto the comforter. She moved me around until she was sure I was comfortable then she pounced. I had to chuckle at Rosie’s aggressiveness. There was nothing “old-fashioned” about her behavior now. She began by rubbing her breasts and nipples over my chest, eventually pushing one into my mouth. I suckled eagerly as I gripped her ass tightly with one hand and her head with the other. Rosie pulled her nipple from my mouth replacing it with her lips. We kissed for several minutes, swapping spit, while she actively humped my thigh. Breaking the kiss, she rose with an engaging smile. “I’m so happy, Steven. I don’t think I’ve ever been happier, but I don’t think we should say anything until my doctor confirms it. Is that okay with you?” Instead of answering I pulled her down for another long deep kiss. Rosie lifted her hips during it and trapped my cock between her legs. A few seconds later I felt her velvet vise stretch tightly around my pulsing dick. I knew too well how much Rosie loved to ride me. She loved the freedom of motion and the sense of control; I was sure she had missed it terribly while we were trying to conceive. Rubbing her clit wasn’t necessary, but her orgasms were even more intense when she did. That’s what she did now and as she did she bent my poor cock into positions I never dreamed even existed. Not that I was complaining; her frantic movements drove me crazy with love and lust for my wonderful wife. We moved together, every thrust intended to bring us the maximum in pleasure, both along the journey and at our ultimate destination. I knew Rosie was excited, but I never thought that she would cum explosively after only two or three minutes. Her slight body shook wildly as one huge convulsion after another ripped through her body. Even without conscious control her body continued to work my cock as I drove into her ruthlessly, often lifting her bodily from the bed. Initially, way back in the spring when Rosie had first made love with me I had been afraid of hurting her—of pushing my larger than average cock into her cervix. I’d had several women before Rosie complain that I was hurting them through my wild thrusting. However, Rosie thrived on it. The harder I pushed into her slender, but strong, body the more she loved it. Thinking back, I realized that one of the keys for us was waiting until we knew of our feelings for each other. Any two animals can fuck, but only human beings—and even then only some—can make the same kind of beautiful love that we were experiencing now. I was lost in Rosie—lost in body, mind, and soul—as she came repeatedly on my cock. I’d never experienced anything like it and I was thinking that she hadn’t either other than the last time I had licked her. I was careful now. Protecting my love was more important than cumming. I could always do that tomorrow, or even later tonight. However, Rosie felt the change in my motion. She leaned down first to kiss me and then to whisper, “Please, Steven…I want to feel you explode in me.” I drove up forcefully twice before my balls clenched up close to my body and my cock swelled. I felt as though my insides were being ripped from my body, only to pour out through my cock. Six times long thick ropes of white-hot semen flew into Rosie’s womb. I relaxed at last and Rosie fell onto my body. I held her like I’d never held anyone in my life. We remained in that position for almost half an hour before Rosie began to stir. “What happened to you, Rosie? It seemed that you were having one orgasm after another and my groin is drenched. You didn’t just squirt. You flooded me.” Rosie responded with a giggle. “That’s exactly what happened, Steven. My first came on really fast. I know I was really excited about being pregnant and being so much in love with you. When my second came it just stayed with me. Then I saw that you were slowing down. I needed you to cum, Steven. Thank you.” Rosie laid her head on my chest and she was asleep less than a minute later. >>>>>> Rosie woke around eight that evening. We showered quickly and half an hour later we were dressed for dinner. We ate at the Tiki Terrace, KBH’s restaurant, sitting on the open air terrace where we could enjoy the nightly show. Tonight it was a trio that played tunes from the forties and fifties. Twice I led Rosie to the dance floor where she molded her body into mine. We stayed at our table after dinner to enjoy the music. It ended at ten which was just as well. The temperature had dropped and the wind had increased. We were actually cold as I led Rosie back into our room. We slept that night with the sliding glass door open under thick and warm blankets. Plus, we had our love to keep us warm. (Sorry, but I just couldn’t resist.) We returned to the Tiki Terrace for our included breakfast buffet early the following morning. There’s plenty to do on Maui and this morning we were heading to Haleakala. Maui is composed of two volcanoes that form Maui and West Maui, with a broad valley between the two, thus the nickname, “The Valley Isle.” The trade winds funnel through there at speeds that can approach hurricane strength. I’d played golf on my last trip, starting with a steady wind of 25-30 mph and ending somewhere between 55 and 65. Hitting a ball into that wind was almost impossible. The main part of the island was made up of Mount Haleakala, the top of which is a very popular national park. Driving up the side of the mountain involves a lot of back and forth combined with a number of severe u-turns. Once we had parked we walked up to the Visitor Center, more than 9,700 feet above sea level and then out to the volcano’s rim. The Visitor Center has exhibits describing the origin of Haleakala, the rocks and minerals that can be found there, and detailed descriptions of the local flora—plants that are found nowhere else on earth. Looking down into the caldera has always reminded me of what the moon must look like. It’s barren, a light grey in color with several small craters visible from the observation area. There are several hiking trails, but not for us. We weren’t prepared for hiking and I wasn’t taking any chances with Rosie’s health. Air pressure at 10,000 feet elevation is exactly half of what it is at sea level. People faint around here all the time. Something else people do here is show their extreme stupidity. The entire viewing area is enclosed, but only with split rail fencing in some parts. There are always fools who insist on standing on the other side of the fence, and some are stupid enough to let go of the rail. I read in the local newspaper a few years ago that a woman lost her balance and fell more than half a mile almost straight down. Of course, she was dead by the time park rangers reached her. Rosie and I were content to stay where we belonged. Turning around we looked out over the ocean toward the islands of Molokai and Lanai. Even at this great height we could see humpbacks breach and blow. No wonder I loved Maui so much. We stayed for about an hour before driving back down to Lahaina for a late lunch. Lahaina is an old-time whaling town that dates back to 1802 when renowned King Kamehameha declared it the capital city of his Hawaiian kingdom. Its roads are narrow and parking is usually a bitch unless one is willing to pay for the privilege. I always use the municipal lot at the south end of the commercial district. We found a burger joint with decent food and an outstanding view overlooking the harbor and were back at the hotel an hour later. Rather than go to the beach we stayed in, sitting on the balcony—what they call a lanai in Hawaii—scanning the ocean with our binoculars for signs of whales. We weren’t disappointed. Sometimes they’re extremely active as they were this afternoon. It was hard to figure out where to look next. Rosie was understandably thrilled. One of the things I had learned about my bride on this trip was her keen interest in photography. I had what I considered a good quality compact from Nikon while Rosie had a Canon digital SLR with a multi-purpose lens that worked all the way from wide angle to extreme telephoto. She sat on the lanai that afternoon with the lens out all the way, taking dozens of photos that she shared with me later. We quit around seven to drive into Lahaina for dinner. There are several excellent restaurants that overlook the harbor and the smaller islands of Molokai and Lanai. They’re almost always shrouded in heavy clouds at this time of day, making for a beautiful view at sunset. It was dark when we returned to the room to lie on the cool bed. “I’m ready for something else I’ve missed, Steven.” She rose to remove her top and shorts. That was my first clue that she had omitted both bra and panties this morning. “For an old-fashioned girl you sure are daring…and naughty, too. No panties…tsk tsk.” “I just wanted to be ready for you at a moment’s notice. Now, let’s get you naked and then I plan on swallowing your cock. Would you like to do me, too?” I shook my head as I laughed. “Is the pope Catholic? I’ve missed eating you as much as you’ve missed me. Say…I just had a thought. Think you should try phoning your doctor? There’s a five hour difference so they should still be open now.” Apparently, Rosie agreed; she was on the phone just seconds later. When Rosie had moved in with me she also decided to change most of her doctors. I knew that Nadia had been a big help to her, especially in finding an OB/GYN who was close by in Huntington. Rosie explained that she thought she was pregnant, asking for a late afternoon appointment so I would be able to join her. “Ten days from today at 4:30. Will you come with me?” “I wouldn’t miss it for the world. I’ll send Joyce a text to clear my calendar and that reminds me of something else, but it can wait…until after.” Rosie giggled as she climbed onto my body into a perfect 69. Tasting her juicy cunt was wonderful, but doing it while holding tightly on to the magnificent globes of her ass made it perfect. Rosie’s hands were busy, too. One held the base of my rock-hard cock while the other rubbed my naked balls. What an incredible feeling! I must have been doing well by her, too. She came really quickly and had three by the time I spurted into her throat. We slept extremely well that evening. >>>>>> We did everything that vacationers can do on Maui with two exceptions. Rosie saw no reason to take a snorkeling trip when we had excellent snorkeling just down the beach. Also, I refused to consider biking down Haleakala, a relatively popular pastime, but not for my hopefully pregnant wife. We did take a trip to Hana, a town on the eastern side of Maui. There’s nothing worthwhile in Hana, but the road there is spectacular. I could have done it myself, buying a CD to use as a guide, but a CD can’t answer questions and I knew that the ride back in the dark could be harrowing. There are more than a hundred S-turns and dozens of one-lane bridges on a road that had literally been cut into the side of the volcano. We were up early for that trip, returning well after nine that evening—Rosie with more than a hundred new photos. The following evening we went out for an early dinner at Kimo’s, a very good restaurant on the Lahaina harbor, so we could spend a few hours souvenir shopping for family and friends. There are plenty of shops along Front Street in Lahaina. They have similar but not identical items for sale. We bought silk shirts for our fathers, Harrison, Nick, Michael, and Joe although Rosie balked when I picked out an especially garish shirt for Harrison. Later, I kind of tricked Rosie with the idea of pearl earrings for our mothers, Nadia, Andrea, Natalie, and Anita by leading her into Maui Divers. We’d been past the store several times and I had stopped to look at their display as I pretended to window shop. We walked in, going straight to the display of earrings. I knew what Nadia, Andrea, and my mother had and she knew about her family. Some, I knew, preferred studs while others liked whatever the hell they call those earrings that hang. We bought a variety of black and gold pearl earrings and I smiled secretly when Rosie held several up to her ears, trying them out for size. “Let’s take a look over here,” I told the saleswoman, leading her and a very confused Rosie to the case that held numerous strands of pearl necklaces. “Let’s see this one,” I said, pointing to what had to be the most expensive pearls in the store. “Steven,” Rosie whispered, “They’re too expensive.” I chuckled. “Too expensive for you,” I asked with a grin. “I don’t think that any such thing exists. What do you think,” I asked the saleswoman. “I’m the wrong person to ask,” she said as she laughed. “I work on commission.” Even Rosie had to laugh at that. “Why don’t you just try them on? We don’t have to buy.” Rosie looked at me as though I was crazy, but she did agree. A few seconds later that had an exquisite strand of South Seas golden pearls around her slender neck. They looked beautiful on her. I only prayed that she hadn’t seen the price tag. She also tried on a strand of black pearls, but the golden ones were clearly better. Her skin color seemed to make their luster greater. I could see the regret in her eyes as she took them off. “Got any matching earrings?” Rosie looked at me in shock. “I thought we were just looking.” “We were, but they look so incredible on you…as though they were made for you. Consider them another wedding present.” She gave me a look that I’d only seen a few times, when I had really pissed her off. “What do you mean—another?” “Well…I have another at home waiting for you, but don’t ask me because I’m not telling.” “Did it cost as much as these pearls?” “No! Absolutely not!” I wasn’t lying; it didn’t cost as much. It cost more than three times as much, but I didn’t tell her that--not now, anyway. So we got the earrings for our female friends and family and we got the necklace and a set of pearl and diamond earrings for Rosie. However, she put her foot down when I suggested a $2,500 ring. My bill came to just over $28,000. Rosie’s necklace was more than twenty. I guarantee that I got some very special old-fashioned loving that night. When I woke up the following morning it was early—early enough that the sun hadn’t yet risen. Normally, the sun’s reflection off the ocean made the room bright enough to rouse us from even the soundest sleep despite the thick drapes that covered the sliding glass door and despite the fact that we faced due west. This morning it was Rosie’s hot wet mouth on my cock. “Is this on the old-fashioned list?” “Oh yeah, it’s right up there on the top; well, maybe not at the very top. That’s reserved for making love with you. This is a close second, though.” She laughed as I scooped her delicate body into my arms to turn her around over me. She gasped as my first lick with the broad of my tongue ran all the way from her clit to her tight pucker. “I’ll bet this is pretty high, too.” “Oh God, yes; tied for second…maybe higher if you lick my asshole again.” I did, lingering several seconds this time. Rosie’s gasp evolved quickly into a long feral moan. She stopped sucking on me and even moved off my chest before kissing me deeply. “I never thought about doing anything there, Steven, but when you licked me I almost came on the spot. I’m sure I would have if you had done it just a bit longer. I think I want you to fuck me there. Will you…please?” My voice was just above a whisper as I replied. “I have to admit, Rosie that I’ve never done it.” “Not even with Sheila? Didn’t you tell me that she was a real slut?” “She was and she probably still is, but her butt was strictly off limits. However, I want you to know that her best still pales in comparison to yours.” Rosie began to giggle. “Steven, you are such a liar, just like when you said you liked my breasts more than those big tits we saw in Vegas.” “I wasn’t lying then and I’m not lying now. The difference is that I love you. I’m in love with you. I wasn’t in love with Sheila. I liked her a lot, but I doubt we were ever going to get married. She was convenient. The more I think about it, ‘convenient’ just about sums up our relationship and you should know by now that I’ve never found huge breasts particularly appealing. I like mine with a firm feel to them and high sensitivity in the areolas and nipples…kind of like these. I love these.” And then I proved it by taking her hard nipple into my mouth. Rosie moaned again. She was just so sensitive and so receptive. I nibbled on her nipple and ran my tongue around her areola then switched to her other breast. My middle finger found her cunt wet and, once it was coated, I moved it to her anus. Her body shook suddenly, wracked by an immense convulsion. I held her tightly until it ended then she kissed me. It was ferocious, like a tiger with its prey. “I think I need to do a little research when I get back to work, Steven.” That reminded me of something I had begun to say a while back, but forgot when I was sidetracked. “Speaking of work, Rosie, what do you want to do when you have the baby? Do you want to continue working?” Rosie leaned down, her cheek rubbing against mine, before speaking in the lightest whisper. “If I do that, Steven, I’ll probably miss his or her first steps or when she first says ‘Dada.’ I hate the thought of our child being raised by some nanny or some day care center. I’d like to quit if that’s okay with you.” I turned my head so our lips met. We kissed with a passion even we had not yet reached. “Know how I feel now? I agree completely. It might be different if we needed your income, but we don’t. You know that I took $200,000 in salary last year and I had a profit of $900,000. That’s why I gave everyone an end-of-year bonus. I still cleared more than $700,000 and I expect to do better this year because I’ll have Jeff and Marv for the full year. I’d even consider expanding further if we had more room. I’ve had to turn down a few cases and I hate to think what could happen if I picked up a major case, like a murder.” “Wouldn’t that be good? You’d have a lot of billable hours, wouldn’t you?” “Sure, but that also means that I’d have to turn away a lot of other potential clients. A murder trial takes up a tremendous amount of time. Let’s talk about something else. We are on our honeymoon, aren’t we?” Rosie took the hint well, spinning around on my torso into the perfect 69 position. We spent the next twenty minutes teasing each other with long slow licks and gentle kisses until Rosie began to fall apart--her motions uncoordinated and erratic. These were always the signs of her onrushing orgasm. Hopefully, my hard cock in her mouth would stifle her scream. I was sure that everyone in our wing of the hotel would be sleeping soundly at this hour. I was also praying that Rosie would retain some level of control so she wouldn’t bite my cock off as it hit. Luckily, she addressed both concerns, allowing my pulsing dick to slip from her mouth as she gripped the blanket and pulled it to cover her mouth and swallow her scream as she thrashed her way through a prolonged and massive orgasm. She was really out of it so I pulled her up to my body along with the blanket. Sleep returned to us almost immediately. >>>>>> We had a late night flight home so we relaxed all day at the beach before using the hotel’s complimentary hospitality room to shower and dress. A light dinner in Lahaina and we were at the airport in plenty of time for our flight. Rosie found a porter to manage our bags and to find the two boxes of Maui Gold pineapples we’d bought to bring home with us while I returned the car to Hertz. The huge plane took off only a few minutes later than scheduled. Rosie and I had told the overbearing first-class attendant that we wanted to sleep—skip the meal. I had just reclined my seat to almost horizontal and closed my eyes when I felt Rosie open my seatbelt and climb onto the seat with me. She pulled the belt and closed it just as the attendant approached. “We’re fine,” I told her. “Please just throw a blanket over us and wake us before we land.” I continued when she gave me a look that showed her confusion. “We’re honeymooners; we like to be as close as humanly possible.” She smiled and turned away. A minute later we were covered with one of their cheap and light blankets. It was enough. We awoke when we heard the announcement that we were almost ready to land at Dallas-Fort Worth. I helped Rosie wipe the sleep from her eyes with a few gentle, but loving, kisses and she returned to her seat. We were holding hands as the plane touched down. Ten minutes later we were in the terminal searching for our connecting flight. We had a light breakfast, something that always seemed chancy to me. I rarely traveled for work so I had little familiarity with any airports, even those in New York. Most airport food was, in my limited experience, several steps below most fast-food restaurants and that was none too good. We boarded our final flight less than an hour later as I sent a text reminder to the limo company. Sure enough, the driver was waiting for us just outside the security area with the two luggage carts I had requested. He pulled our suitcases from the carousel. They went onto one cart; the two boxes of pineapples and our carry-on’s went onto the other. I was a bit surprised when he used his phone just as we left the terminal, but all became clear when we reached the street. The man we had met was another driver who had helped out on his way home. I tipped him for his assistance then joined Rosie in the limo’s rear seat. The route from LaGuardia to Centerport is pretty straightforward—parkways all the way—so we were home less than an hour later. Rosie and I walked into the front door as I carried our bags to the bedroom. Rosie looked around, first in the bedroom and then in the kitchen as I put the twenty pineapples into the refrigerator. “You’re cold,” I said with a grin. “You don’t even know what I’m doing, Steven.” “Sure, I do. You’re looking for your other present. I repeat…you’re cold.” Rosie left the kitchen, walking to the living room. “Colder…in fact, freezing.” I took mercy when her face showed her frustration. “Okay, close your eyes and let me guide you.” I turned her around three times then guided her by the elbows. I opened the door and carefully helped her down the stairs. “Are we in the garage, Steven? That’s the only place where we have two steps. Besides, it’s cold in here.” “I guess there’s no fooling you, is there?” Rosie grinned and shook her head, but kept her eyes closed. “Okay, you can open them now.” She looked at her present and then at me and then back at her new BMW X5. Then she pushed me against my car. “I thought you told me this didn’t cost as much as my pearls.” “It didn’t. I do admit that it cost a bit more.” Rosie gave me the exasperated grin I’d seen a few times—only a few, luckily. “I have to remember that I’m married to a lawyer. Mind telling me exactly how much it cost?” “A bit over sixty-eight; your mom has your Toyota. I want to know that you and our baby will always be safe. This has a lot of safety features your Toyota didn’t have.” “You’re lucky I love it…almost as much as I love you. Can we go for a ride?” I opened the door, finding the keys under the front seat. Once Rosie was seated I found the garage opener and fastened it to the visor then I joined her in the passenger seat. Rosie backed out and drove away, surprisingly slowly considering all the turbo-powered horses under the hood. She only went around the block before pulling carefully into the garage. After turning off the engine she leaned across the console, pulling me into a long and passionate kiss. Breaking it, she spoke quietly but firmly. “Please, Steven—no more surprises. I’m glad you love me so much that you want to spend a ton of money on me and take such good care of me, but I’d like us to be equals and make decisions together. I love the idea of getting presents, but a $68,000 car is a bit much. Don’t you agree?” I knew I’d surprise her when I replied. “No, I don’t agree, not about this, anyway. Your car was five years old. Nowadays, that’s like ancient history with all the changes in computers. I know you’re a safe driver, but the same can’t be said of everyone else on the road. Just think about all the DUI cases Jeff and I handle. This car is bigger and heavier and a lot safer. You’re thrifty and careful with money. If up to you, we’d probably not buy a new car for another three or four years, at least. I’m always going to worry about your safety, but I’d like to be sure you’re as safe as you can be.” Rosie looked up at me and said the only thing that really mattered. “I love you.” Then she kissed me and led me to the bedroom. “Sorry,” she said with a laugh. “That will have to wait. We have a lot of laundry to take care of.” She laughed again when I frowned. An hour later we had a load in the washer and another in the dryer so Rosie pulled down the comforter and began to pull my clothes from my body. Rosie had me naked in less than a minute and herself a minute later. I tried to hold it back, but a brief chuckle escaped my lips. “Now that’s what I call old-fashioned efficiency…and perfect timing, too.” I pulled my naked wife into a tender embrace as we kissed, our tongues dueling tirelessly. Our lips were still locked together when I lifted Rosie easily and carried her to our bed. She pulled me over her, lined us up, and a second later we were one. There was something spiritual about making love with Rosie. There was the physical elation, of course, but there was so much more. I had fucked my share—hell, probably more than my share—of women, but with Rosie we were really united—physically, mentally, emotionally and totally. Rosie lifted her legs and I took the hint, placing them carefully over my shoulders. I knew that she would explode in ecstasy very soon. This position always brought me into contact with her ultra-sensitive G-spot, bringing Rosie the sweetest and most exhausting orgasms that went on and on. She began to shake after a minute as I pounded her relentlessly. She may have been a delicate little flower, but she loved to take it hard. I’d learned early on that I couldn’t fuck Rosie too hard. It just wasn’t possible. On and on we went with her orgasm growing stronger and more powerful with my every thrust. Eventually, my body could take no more. Semen gushed from my cock in long torrents of the slick white substance just as Rosie seemed to exhale every scintilla of breath. As she did she squirted, covering my abdomen as well as our sheets in her ejaculate. I lowered my body to hers, supporting myself on my elbows while planting tiny kisses all over her face, neck, and shoulders. “I love you,” I told her, but to no avail. She was totally out of it. I turned off the lights and covered us with the blanket. Holding Rosie tightly I hoped we’d fall immediately asleep. >>>>>> We didn’t. Flying through five time zones meant that our biological clocks were all messed up. The time in New York was 1:00 p.m., but in Hawaii it was only 9:00 a.m.—time to get up. Even an abbreviated night’s sleep couldn’t help us. I tried to lie still, but soon Rosie was giggling. “I know you’re not asleep, Steven. Why don’t we get up and go to the market. We need food; there’s nothing in the house.” I reluctantly started to rise, but Rosie stopped me, kissed me, and whispered in my ear. “Look at it this way—I’ll get some practice with my new car, but I’m going to park so far away from the store that it will never get scratched.” Damned if she didn’t, too. It was late afternoon by the time we had returned home and put all of the groceries away. I suggested she phone Nadia to see if they wanted to go out to dinner, knowing that Harrison would readily agree if I volunteered to buy. Rosie drove and I could see the wheels turning in Nadia’s head when she saw Rosie’s new SUV. “Wedding present,” she told our friends, “among other things, but you’ll have to wait to find out about them.” We had a wonderful time, as always, and invited them to a “welcome home” party the following Saturday. Before returning home we gave them a pineapple, but only after explaining to Nadia how to cut it into chunks. We’d left Maui on Friday night so we could arrive in New York on Saturday morning and give our bodies a chance to acclimate to Eastern Time before returning to work on Monday morning. We had also made arrangements to visit Rosie’s parents on Sunday afternoon. We brought several pineapples for her parents and brother and sister, holding their real gifts for the following week. Rosie’s parents had warmed to me almost immediately and I found that I liked and respected them just as easily. Sal and Carmella were wonderful people which came as no surprise considering the kind of person Rosie was. They “oohed” and “aahed” over Rosie’s car and thanked us for giving them her Corolla. They’d been able to sell Carmella’s car and pay off the loan. She only used the car to go to church and to the stores so the Corolla was a great match for her. Carmella brought out a brown paper bag with all of the wedding cards and checks and cash neatly arranged. Each card had been opened and the guest’s name(s) and addresses were printed on the back along with a notation—“$100 check” or “$200 cash,” depending on the gift. The names were important for me because a card with “Bob and Mary” on it told me nothing, but “friends of Sal’s at work” told me a lot. I hugged my mother-in-law in thanks both for all of her work, but also for the great meal she served us. We left fairly early, pleading jet lag, but convincing no one. We showered together, as always, and climbed into bed naked savoring the skin on skin sensations we loved so much. Rosie initiated our first kiss and then nature took its course. We made love slowly and lovingly, spending the better part of an hour gently moving together. It was an exquisite evening until we eventually brought each other to thunderous orgasms. It was all I could do to hold my Rosie in place. She squirted three times and I thought that I’d drowned her poor pussy as my balls emptied into her. Looking down I realized that we could never sleep in this bed. The sheets were sodden between her juices and my jizz. I stripped off the blanket, laid it onto the floor, covered it with a large fluffy towel from the bathroom then deposited my wife, covered her with another towel and folded the rest of the blanket over her. I used yet another towel to absorb whatever remained on the mattress cover. Then I remade the bed with clean sheets and carefully placed Rosie onto it. The comforter I threw over her and I finally climbed in with her. I swear she was still unconscious when she snuggled up to my body. I had no trouble falling to sleep—none at all. >>>>>> Rosie and I cut up four pineapples for my staff and hers at the library then we drove to the diner for breakfast. No more omelets for me, breakfast these days was either oatmeal or cream of wheat, either melon or grapefruit and a single cup of coffee. We kissed briefly then she drove away in her wedding present and I followed en route to my office. I anticipated that the day would be chaotic, but that would prove to be a gross understatement. People were after me from the second I walked in the door until well after one in the afternoon. Then Joyce closed my door and told me that three police officers had been in to see me last week. “They’re from Suffolk County and I’m pretty sure it’s about this.” She placed a manila folder onto my desk. In her typical efficiency she had cut numerous articles from Newsday and printed out several from online versions of the New York Times. They described how four-year veteran of the Suffolk County Police, D’Anthony Jones had shot and killed a sixteen year-old boy by the name of Enrique Mendez. Not surprisingly, parents and neighbors described Eduardo as a model citizen and outstanding student. There had been an uproar from the Hispanic community that had led to an indictment for second degree murder. That didn’t surprise me. District attorneys are elected officials who have been known to bend to the public will, especially in an election year. The Suffolk DA was up for reelection this year. I also knew that any worthwhile prosecutor could get an indictment against any person for any so-called offense at any time. I asked Joyce to send Geoff in to see me. I reviewed the information although, not surprisingly, he was totally aware. We finished just before my 2:30 appointment. The officers identified themselves as representatives of the Suffolk County Policemen’s Benevolent Association—the cops’ union, in other words. We had spoken for more than an hour when they asked if I could meet with Patrolman Jones tomorrow. “I’m sorry, but I can’t. I’ve just returned from my honeymoon and I have to take my wife to the doctor tomorrow afternoon. We think she might be pregnant. However, I will gladly see Mr. Jones on Wednesday morning. We set a time of 10:00 that morning and I blocked out the rest of the day. I called Geoff and Joyce into my office once they had gone. “Joyce, I want Joe Mullin on this Mendez kid ASAP. I want to know everything about him. Geoff, I want you to do your own research and to collate everything we get from Joe and his staff. I want everything that the police and DA have, especially any video from the car or a body cam. I’m leaving now to follow up a lead of my own.” “I wish you wouldn’t, Steven. You’re going to see that gang chieftain, aren’t you?” “Yes, Joyce…I am. He owes me a few favors and he told me when I got him off that I could cash them in. I’ll see you tomorrow morning.” They left the office and I was only a minute behind them. Just last year I had defended a local gang leader who had been indicted for attempted murder. The DA’s case was mostly circumstantial. My client had been in the wrong place at the wrong time and already had a conviction as a juvenile for a violent crime. At trial I was able to break down the eyewitness testimony. Most people don’t realize that eyewitnesses are almost always worthless. I often spoke to law students at Fordham and one of my tricks was to have someone run in with a gun and steal my wallet and watch. Actually, it wasn’t someone—it was usually Geoff who thought that playing the bad guy was a real rip. Once Geoff had gone I asked the students to describe the thief—height, weight, hair color, complexion, clothing, shoes, what kind of gun. If the class had thirty students I’d often get at least twenty-five different descriptions. One time a student described the gun as a rifle. Another time I had Joyce act the role of the thief. Everyone identified her as a man even though Joyce’s chest is 35-DD. Wyandanch is an interesting place. Surrounded by highly affluent almost lily white school districts, Wyandanch is an almost totally black community that has more than its share of problems. Located in a dilapidated house just a block off the main road was the headquarters of the Black Pearls. Roosevelt Gilbert was the head man. I wasn’t surprised to see half a dozen young black males hanging out on the front porch when I pulled up in front. Leaving my wallet and watch in the car I carried only a thin manila envelope with several photos up to the house. Of course, I was challenged immediately by several gang members, all of whom flashed knives. “Just tell Roosevelt that Steven Sloane is here to see him.” “Why should we? Why shouldn’t we just beat your sorry white ass and take that neat set of wheels from you. Got any cash wit’ you?” “Even if I did, I wouldn’t give it to a punk like you. Without that knife I’d mop your ass. Don’t let this suit and tie confuse you. Tell Roosevelt I’m here.” He moved forward threateningly, but stepped back when he heard his master’s voice. “Let the man through, Randy. Hi, Steve…it’s been a while.” “Yeah, well—I don’t often come this way, but I need one of those favors you owe me.” He turned back to the house and motioned for me to follow him. “I know why you’re here. It’s that kid in Brentwood, ain’t it?” He sat at an old beat-up table and I handed him the envelope. “Can you tell me if this kid is in a gang? The media all claim he was the second coming of Jesus.” “You know that ain’t true. The second coming is right here at this table.” “Thank you. I didn’t know you thought so highly of me.” Roosevelt laughed so hard he almost fell off the chair. “I know you’re no fool, Steve. The fact that he lives in Brentwood is a big tip-off. That’s ms-13 territory. They’re bad news, Steve. We do some bad shit, but we also do some good in the community, too. Look around. See all these folding chairs and tables. Four days a week we hold tutoring sessions for kids in the high school and we probably feed thirty to forty old folks every week. Don’t ask me where we get the money. That’s none of your business. “But--to answer your question--yeah. See this bandana in his pocket? It’s purple. That’s the big color for ms-13. I don’t think he was a full-fledged member though. If he was he be wearing it ‘round his neck or on his head like a do-rag.” “They must have an initiation.” “Shit yeah, we all do, but they usually involve a murder and a murder of a cop would be big; that help you?” “Yeah, it does…a lot.” I stood and returned the photos to the envelope. We didn’t shake hands. We weren’t friends. I had saved his ass and he owed me. I was sure now that we were even. I’d never return unless he needed a lawyer again. Five minutes later I was back on the highway headed north toward our home. Rosie was excited when I walked in. “Look, Steven—I got my new driver’s license with my new name.” I held it carefully and checked out the photo. “I guess there’s no turning back now, eh?” She gave me a quick elbow to my ribs, followed by a long old-fashioned kiss. “Everyone loved my new car, Steven. I parked it way at the back of the lot.” I laughed. Rosie was so predictable. We led hands as we walked into the kitchen. I changed my clothes while Rosie finished dinner then we cleaned up and I handled some paperwork for maybe an hour. By then Rosie was impatient to make love. We showered together and climbed into bed just as we always did—naked, except for our wedding rings and, of course, Rosie’s engagement ring. We kissed and it was heaven. I was always lost in my wife’s arms and in her kisses. Our bodies rubbed against each other and that was more than enough. Rosie pushed me onto my back and climbed aboard, impaling her body on my pole—sliding tantalizingly slowly down my rigid shaft. Rosie had rocked no more than a dozen times when she began to shake. I knew her first orgasm had struck when she arched her back, threw her head up, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Oh yeah, and her unearthly scream that pierced the night; thank God we lived on a big lot and our nearest neighbors were far away on the opposite side of a thick stand of pine trees. Rosie never stopped moving on me and I never stopped driving into her with every fiber of my being. Soon Rosie tensed and screamed again as I erupted with such force that I lifted Rosie bodily more than two feet above the bed. She collapsed into me when I, too fell back onto the bed. I barely had the strength to pull the blanket over us. The last thing I heard was, “I love you,” from my loving wife’s lips.

Chapter 1 I guess this is England not empire bay. In 1984, England, I was an 18-year-old apprentice living with my parents, as most teenagers did at the time. Although technically still a virgin, my girlfriend and I experimented a bit; I touched her breasts and genitals, and she often masturbated me, but that was the extent of our physical relationship. Like many teenagers, I fantasized about various women, but one woman in particular occupied my thoughts during my private moments. Her name was Dorothy, or Dot, as everyone called her. She lived two houses away, and I guessed she was in her late thirties. She was married to Billy and had three children. Dot was a sexy woman, not obese but rather voluptuous, what might be described as "thick" today, with large breasts, a nice waist, and a shapely backside. Although not traditionally pretty, she exuded a raw, sexual allure that captivated me, and I longed to be with her. She often visited my mom for tea, and I would discreetly admire her legs and chest as she sat at the kitchen table. She frequently caught me looking, and occasionally, I noticed her staring at me before quickly looking away. In April, she hosted a birthday party for Billy, just a few weeks after they had joined my parents and friends in celebrating my birthday at a local pub. Their house was filled with people, and as the night progressed, the celebration intensified. Dot looked incredibly attractive in a tight red dress and high heels that accentuated her curvy figure, shapely legs, and ample bust. I couldn't stop glancing at her all night and was aroused the entire time. Billy, quite drunk, went to bed around midnight, prompting many guests, including my parents, to leave. By 1:00 a.m., about ten of us remained, and I had the chance to slow dance with Dot. She had taken off her high heels by then, making her 3-4 inches shorter than me. I will always associate that dance with the song "All I Have To Do Is Dream" by the Everly Brothers. She nestled into my neck, and I wished it would never end. She must have felt my arousal against her, but she neither said nor did anything. By 1:45, I was the last guest remaining, and I offered to help her clean up the mess left by the forty-some revelers. She began washing up while I gathered the debris and brought it to the sink. Each time I walked into the kitchen, I admired her backside and became increasingly aroused. There was a palpable sexual tension when I was near her, and I imagined she felt it too, though my teenage insecurities caused me to doubt. Once everything was ready for washing, I joined her to help with drying. Chapter 2 Heat Purely on impulse I moved behind her, put my arms around her waist and kissed her neck. My cock pressed against her backside and her wet hands took hold of my hips and kept me close. Her breathing increased and she tilted her head back allowing me access to more of her neck and left ear. My thoughts went racing out of control as my hands moved up to her ample bust and I squeezed them through her dress. She sighed then turned and kissed me full on the lips, her tongue exploring my mouth. We groped each other in a frenzy of sexual excitement. “I want you,” she whispered breathlessly into my ear and unzipped my pants. She got my cock out and after only a few jerks I shot my load over her dress and onto the floor. She sensed my disappointment and embarrassment immediately and calmly assured me that it was alright, that she understood. We kissed again then she said, “Cheer up, let’s finish the washing up and give it time.” I felt awful as I dried the glasses and dishes then emptied the ash trays and did a general tidy of the living room. “I guess I had better be going,” I said dejectedly. “Not yet, just stand here for a minute,” and she placed me a few feet from the sofa. She stood in front of me, turned and said, “Unzip me.” With nervous hands I lowered the zip on the back of her dress. She turned and faced me and must have read my mind for she said, “Don’t worry, Billy and the kids won’t be up ‘til morning.” The dress fell to the floor and I stared at her in bra, panties, garter belt and stockings. She sat on the sofa and removed her bra allowing her beautiful tits fell out and I saw for the first time just how large and full they were. They jutted proudly before her with large areoles and nipples. She slid her panties off, lay back and spread her legs and I stared open-mouthed at her hairy pussy. My dick was rock hard and bulging from my crotch, impossible to conceal. “Come here,” she said, “I want your cock.” I moved towards her and stood between her legs. She quickly had my pants and underwear around my ankles, my throbbing erection sticking straight out, bobbing up and down, full and hard. “You have a lovely cock,” she said as she took hold of it and pulled me onto her. Her experienced hand guided me into her as I licked and sucked her big nipples. The excitement was too much for my lack of experience and I shot a huge load into her much too quickly. She again sensed my disappointment and murmured, ‘Not to worry, love, it will get better, you’ll see.” For all my inexperience she seemed to enjoy our all too brief interlude and I hoped her last comment left the door open for another try. As she saw me to the door she whispered, “Not a word about this to anyone or we will both be in a lot of trouble.” The owner of the company I was apprenticed to lost his wife in freak fall from a small step ladder on the following Monday afternoon. Her funeral was arranged for Thursday and the business closed for that day. I slept in and Mom cooked me a big breakfast. I thought I would go to the cinema in the afternoon, that guy Rowdy Yates from the TV show ‘Rawhide’ was in a movie called ‘A Fistful of Dollars’ so I decided to go. Just as I was out the front door my Mom called out and asked if I would return the vacuum to Dot. Ours was in for repair and Mom had borrowed Dot’s the previous day. What an opportunity I thought and made my way down to #36. Dot opened the door and had obviously been doing housework. She looked a little frazzled but smiled when she saw it was me. “Come in and put that in the kitchen,” she said closing the door and following me down the hall. By the time I put down the vacuum I was unbelievably hard and turned and embraced her. We kissed and pawed each other then she pulled back and said, “I need to freshen up, I have been cleaning all morning. Wait in the living room, watch the telly or read the newspaper, I call you when I’m ready. She disappeared upstairs and I heard the bath running. I turned on the telly and watch horse racing for a while but my mind was elsewhere. I heard the tub draining and then being filled again and wondered what she was up to. Soon after she called for me to come up and I almost broke my neck dashing up the stairs. She was in the tub and told me to get in. I peeled of my clothes and released my straining erection. I sat down opposite her and watched as she soaped her hands and rubbed them over her tits. My twitching cock made ripples in the water and she reached out and grabbed it with soapy hands. “Such a nice big, hard cock, Billy doesn’t have much interest anymore, seems to prefer the beer.” Now, I enjoyed a pint but it was totally beyond my understanding how anyone would prefer beer over playing with Dot’s body. I knelt between her legs and massaged her tits until they were slippery with soap, they felt fantastic this way and her nipples became as hard as my cock. I moved a hand down and fingered her pussy, feeling new thrills every second. “Stand up,” she said leaning forward, her lips smothered my prick. New sensations coursed through my body as Dot tongued and sucked me as she played with her pussy until I let loose and ejaculated in her mouth and all over her face. We dried off and went into the bedroom. We lay on the bed and explored one another until I was hard again. I climbed on top and she again guided my erection inside her. Her pussy felt fantastic, hot, wet and her muscles squeezed my dick causing terrific sensations. “Fuck me from behind,” she panted and I knelt behind her. I stared at the site before me, her arse was indeed beautiful and her pussy lips were slightly apart, inviting me in. I fondled her as my cock, crammed full of blood, felt ready to burst. I entered her and watched my cock as it pumped in and out. “Slap my arse,” she cried and I obliged with several on each cheek. This caused her to orgasm and when I felt the flood on my shaft I ejaculated deep inside her. I pulled out and watched my cum drip from her pussy onto the bed sheet. She turned and sucked my cock until it was limp. Chapter 3 Soap on a roap? It was difficult for us to meet for the next little while, when I was available Billy or the kids were home. If I was home when she came to have tea and a chat with my Mom we would flash sexual innuendoes at each other when Mom wasn’t looking. She would lick her lips seductively or spread her legs as she sat at the kitchen table allowing me to see up her short skirt. I would grab my crotch, accentuating my erection under my pants and once even took it out and shook it at her. In mid-May, I took a couple of sick days. After lunch on the first day, I told my Mom I was going for a walk, which I had arranged with Dot over the weekend. We spent the afternoon together until just before her kids got home. The next morning, I told Mom I still wasn't feeling well but would go for another walk. I used the kitchen door at the back of Dot’s house to avoid being seen. Dot greeted me dressed in a long gown, revealing a provocative outfit underneath. We spent intimate time together, and the memory of her ascending the stairs is unforgettable. We didn’t get together again until my two-week holiday beginning the second week of June. I had planned to hitchhike around Europe with a mate but a few days before our holiday he caught chicken pox from a younger sister. I didn’t feel like going on my own so I decided to stay home and hopefully see a lot of Dot. As it turned out we got to see each other almost every weekday and fucked all over the house. I learned an awful lot in those two weeks and Dot always enjoyed our time together. I had a new girlfriend and we were screwing about twice a week at her place when her parents were out doing some kind of charity work they were heavily involved with. When I returned to work on the Monday morning I felt like I needed another holiday but the resilience of youth won through and when I wasn’t fucking my girlfriend, and sometimes even when I was, I thought of Dot. Dot and I did manage to see each other a few times over the next couple of months and it was in September when I feigned another sick day that she told me the news. There had been much discussion between her and Billy over the last few months about what was wrong with their marriage and what to do about it. Dot wanted to continue having sex with me but realised I would sooner or later move on and besides, she wanted to keep her family together if at all possible. Billy had promised to curb his drinking and pay more attention to the family. They had decided to make a completely fresh start in South Africa and would be emigrating in November. It was a bit of a shock but I got used to it and thought it would probably be the best thing for them. We fucked like crazy when the very few opportunities arose and then she was gone. I remember Dot fondly to this day. She was a sexy, horny, sensual, mature woman who had a major influence on shaping my future sex life in the following ways: -I prefer women with a bit of meat on their bones rather than the rail-thin models that abound today. -Big, natural tits over fake, silicon jobs any day. -Women dressed in heels, stockings, garter belts and other sexy clothing and watching one walk up stairs dressed like that is still the most erotic sight for me and always brings on a powerful erection.