Share the road part 2
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This is a story it is not made up of rampant sex there is some for the flow of the story. If you are looking for nothing but sex then don’t read this
We resume with our story the next day. Kathryn and I continue to grow closer the more time we spent in each other’s arms.
My introduction to sex and how I learned to love it.
It’s sunday and Mary goes to Church. What will happen to Brad?
bear with me trying to catch up
What happened after supper
This is a chapter setting up the story. There is exhibitionism, but no sex. Tina is given the opportunity to become a slut for her boss, something she never knew she might have wanted.
Son’s lusts for mom & Dad’s lust for his mom adds to action!
I meet my last girlfriend and make her mine.
My Uncle’s New Wife; Part 4 Stacy and Mrs. Johnson
“Well I’m waiting” Ashley said in a pissed off tone.
What could I say? Ashley wasn’t stupid and it had been clearly written out. She had discovered that I had a sexual encounter with her mother, my Aunt Debbie. It had happened before me and Ashley had hooked up but I didn’t think that that would matter to her.
“Well the thing of it is …” I began but as often was the case with me I couldn’t make up my mind on what approach to take. Ashley burning holes into me with her eyes didn’t help either I can tell you.
“Let me help you since that’s the only way this will get settled” Ashley stated “this had to have happened yesterday when she borrowed you, am I right?”
“Yes” I answered simply.
“So when we did it you had already done it with my slut mother, right?”
“I wouldn’t call her a slut Ash” I said in Aunt Debbie’s defense.
“Don’t correct me Jim, what did I tell you about how she admitted cheating on my Dad and not even being sure if he’s my father. And now seducing her nephew who’s young enough to be her son. If she’s not a slut can you think of a better word to describe her. Wait I have it – a fucking pig!”
“She’s your mom Ash, you shouldn’t say that.”
Ashley looked at me like I was nuts or something. She opened her mouth like she was going to say something then decided against it. She turned and left the kitchen without saying a word and I found myself following her. When she reached the living room she grabbed her purse from the table and headed toward the front door.
“Wait Ashley, where are you going?” I asked.
“To discuss things with my Mom and get this all straightened out once and for all just like with Laura.”
“What about the food I ordered?” I asked but it was too late as she was gone, the door slamming behind her.
Things had certainly gotten interesting in the past week, to say the least. I was enjoying all the sex I’d been having but the drama I could do without, it just wasn’t my thing. After ten minutes of waiting I was seriously thinking of eating but the thought of Ashley getting mad at me for not waiting for her stopped me. Just then the doorbell rang, temporarily relieving my deciding. It seemed way too soon for Ashley to have gone to her house and settled things and returned. I went and opened the door and was totally surprised to see Stacy standing there. As soon as the door was open she pushed past me and walked into the living room before I could say anything. Shrugging my shoulders I closed the door and turned towards her.
“Hey Stacy, you look pretty” I said. That may not have been what I should have said under the circumstances but I was flustered and it was true. Stacy looked good but she also had a different look going than I had seen before. She was wearing makeup which I had never seen her wear before. Her lips were a crimson red from her lipstick and she had on a lot of black mascara around her eyes, kind of like a raccoon, but it looked real good on her I thought. Normally she had on jeans and sneakers but she now had on a pretty short skirt with a pair of black flats. Her blond hair was flowing freely instead of being caught up in a clip or scrunchy. She smiled shyly when I complimented her appearance.
“Thanks Jim. I’m sorry to just come over unannounced like this but I have to talk with you in person. I think I know why you don’t want to see me but if you give me a chance I can show you that you’re wrong about me.”
“It’s not anything you’ve done Stacy, believe me. In fact I’m doing you a favor, though you don’t think so.”
“Listen Jim I know I have a reputation as a good girl and it is true to a point. I’m a virgin, I’m not denying that and I know boys want sex. I’ve been taught that you don’t throw yourself at the first guy who smiles at you or that you think is cute. You should wait for someone special. But for the right one I’m willing to do things that might make him hang around and wait until I’m ready and I think you might be worthy.”
When she said that I was stunned that she thought so highly of me. When she stepped closer and kissed me I felt as if a feather could topple me over at that moment. And when I felt Stacy’s hand clumsily start to grope at me between my legs I don’t think I could explain what I was feeling. But to be honest once her fingers were squeezing and rubbing me the feeling quickly became lust. The thought of Ashley returning now, as well as trying to do the right thing by Stacy, compelled me to try and dissuade her however. Breaking our kiss I weakly attempted to push her away.
She had made up her mind though and instead of taking the hint she had instead crouched down in front of me while continuing to rub her hand against my rapidly growing bulge. When she pulled down my zipper and slipped her warm hand inside my pants I was helpless to resist her further. She gasped when her fingers attempted to encircle my girth and she looked up to me with a dumbfounded expression.
“Oh my God Jim it feels so big to me.”
“Yeah that’s what I’ve heard” I said nonchalantly as I undid my pants and pushed them down my legs freeing my growing manhood. It sprang upwards eluding Stacy’s grasp and stood proud and rampant. Though I was as horny as I always was and I found Stacy sexy, part of me was hoping this might scare her away, also freeing me from the complications that would arise if I had sex with yet another person.
In spite of her appearing to be intimidated by my big, erect cock Stacy seemed equally fascinated. She ran her fingers along the length of it before taking it in her hand and studying it intently from every angle. Her other hand reached up and touched my full, heavy balls making me shudder involuntarily. That seemed to give Stacy confidence as the next thing she did was stick out her tongue and run it over my head like she was licking an ice cream cone. Over the top, the bottom, the sides she licked me until some clear pre-cum leaked out of me. Without missing a beat she licked it right up then ran her tongue over her lips.
“Not bad, does all cum taste as good?” she asked innocently.
“Truthfully that’s only pre-cum, if you keep doing what you’re doing you may find out. I don’t know myself as I’ve never tasted it.”
“Okay then. Do you like how I’m doing it though, I’ve never done it before.”
“It feels nice Stacy, but maybe you could take it in your mouth some more.”
“You want me to suck it then, all right I’ll try.”
Putting words to action she opened her mouth wide and engulfed my head and the top of my shaft into her mouth. It felt so good especially knowing that mine was the first one there that I moaned loudly. Her green eyes met mine and she began bobbing her head up and down taking in a little more as she went. For a beginner she knew what to do, as she continued to fondle my balls with one hand, to stroke me with the other and work her wet mouth on me.
Her bottom lip was full and it felt great on the underside of my cock especially the sensitive spot just below the head. When she would pull her head back she would also squeeze her lips as tight as she could and not once did her teeth graze my flesh. My hand ran through her cornsilk like hair and though I wanted to delay my orgasm to further enjoy her unexpected talent it proved impossible. I felt that familiar feeling in my balls begin before spreading upwards. Quickly I warned Stacy so she could prepare herself.
“Stacy oh yes, that feels so good I’m going to cum” I gasped out.
Instead of pulling her mouth from me she instead took me deeper into her willing mouth while her tongue swirled on the sensitive skin. My first shot was like a rocket, hitting the back of her mouth before sliding down her throat. It was joined by multiple other spurts of cum that exploded from me but Stacy didn’t miss a beat. She continued to bob her head in time to my discharge. When a drop escaped her mouth and started to roll down her cheek she brought her finger up to it and scooped it up then managed to suck it off while not stopping. This girl was a natural.
When no more cum came from me Stacy slowly pulled her mouth from me, drawing it out and making my over sensitive nerves silently scream. She appeared to swallow what remained in her mouth before once more licking her red lips. She squeezed my cock one more time before releasing it and standing up with a cum eating grin on her face.
“Now I know you enjoyed that” she said beaming at me.
“That was so fricking awesome” I told her.
“Not bad for my first time, right? I admit I got advice from a friend of mine and I did practice on my finger plus a banana. How was I?”
“You were so great Stacy! That is all I can say.”
“Well then I don’t see any reason we can’t make this work. I expect you to pick me up tomorrow like we originally planned.”
After saying this she kissed me on the mouth and without even looking back she walked to the door and left. I stood there for a couple of minutes in a dazed state before realizing I had to clean myself up before Ashley returned. Stacy had left lipstick all on my cock so I scrubbed myself clean before I sprayed the room, as well as my clothes, with air freshener to camouflage any scent left behind.
My food had gotten cold long before Ashley returned to the house. She had calmed down by now, in fact she was almost serene when at long last I spoke with her.
“Do you want to eat now Ash?”
“No I’m sorry Jim, I had something to eat with my Mom. If I knew you were waiting I would have let you know. Sorry, you sit down and I’ll heat it up for you.”
That seemed to be a hopeful sign I thought as I sat down. In a couple of minutes Ashley brought me the plate with the reheated Chinese food and sat next to me before she gently placed her hand on my leg.
“Eat Jim” she said smiling.
“Yeah I’m going to, how did things go?”
“We’re working on it” she answered vaguely. Her hand crept up my leg and she unzipped my fly. Ashley’s fingers then began to stroke me as she started to nuzzle my neck at the same time.
“You two are good now?” I pressed.
“Of course silly. We’ll talk after.”
Her fingers became more insistent as I gobbled down my food. Finally leaving half the food on the plate I stood up and as Ashley did the same I lifted her over my shoulder and headed for my room. It was a little messy but the bed was clear so I slapped her ass and dropped her on top and climbed next to her. Ashley immediately started to wriggle out of her clothes and I joined in with her in stripping down. Her nubile body called to me and I answered by stretching out full length on top of her and feasting on her sweet lips. As we kissed her hand guided me to her wet treasure and as soon as the tip of my cock slipped between her lips she hooked her legs around my back.
“Give it to me Jim, I want you inside me” she encouraged me as I sank into her velvety tightness. Her hands now latched onto my back as I thrust deep into her. She rotated her hips as I moved inside her, rubbing against my pelvic bone. We danced the dance of love, our bodies singing with joy. My cock filled her wetness to its limit repeatedly as her fingers dug into me. Her pussy was so tight I felt it could almost break me in two. I supported my body with my arms and increased the speed of my hips as I really pounded Ashley’s wet hole.
“Oh fuck yes Jim, give it to me hard. Don’t stop, don’t stop please. Yes, yes I’m cumming yesss!” she cried out as I didn’t let up one iota. My orgasm was rapidly approaching when I felt pain in my shoulder where Ashley’s teeth had sunk into me during the throes of her climax.
“Fuck Ash!” I cried out as I felt my own orgasm explode inside her. As my over stimulated body sank onto hers, Ashley’s legs locked tighter around me and her mouth released my flesh. The touch of her feverish lips I next felt on mine as we coasted down to earth from our sojourn in the clouds. I rolled onto my back and pulled her soft body against mine. As she rested her head on my chest I heard Ashley gasp.
“Jim I’m so sorry” she said on discovering how her teeth had bruised my shoulder.
“It’s okay Ash, no permanent damage” I said before kissing her pert nose.
Her little hand reached down and started stroking me again. When my eyes met hers she winked at me and stuck out her tongue playfully before rolling on top of me and gyrating her pelvis against mine, making me groan. As I stiffened my cock rubbed against her black pubic hair until she scooted up my body far enough that she could again guide me into her sweet honey pot. She put her finger to my lips.
“Jim I have to talk to you okay.”
I nodded to her in response but I also thrust into her hard making her squeal with pleasure.
“Wait please, oh that feels so good, I have to talk first, please” she pleaded.
Grabbing her round ass I continued thrusting into her pussy for another minute until her eyes closed and she was biting her lip. Then I stopped and looked at her gorgeous face. Her eyes opened languidly and she placed her hand over my heart.
“My Mom doesn’t think it’s a good idea, I mean about us but for now she’s withholding judgment. But I promised that tomorrow I would go with her to my Grandma’s house. We’re probably going to stay a couple of days. Me and Mom will be talking about things while we’re there. We’ll be leaving early so I’m going to sleep at home tonight so let’s enjoy now.”
Putting her words into action Ashley began to slowly ride me. She looked so beautiful to me at that moment that I wished I could somehow capture it forever and preserve it. Her round breasts bounced up and down from her body’s movement and I couldn’t resist reaching up and gently squeezing them. Ashley liked that and placed her own hands over mine as she continued to work my cock over with her teen pussy.
As time went on Ashley increased her tempo and I started to thrust from below again. Wetting my thumb and finger with my mouth I began to massage Ashley’s hard, little clit. She stared down at me with a pleading expression now and she moved even faster until with a start her body stiffened up completely and she then collapsed against me. I continued pumping into her when for the second time that night my cock erupted internally in Ashley.
We lay joined together like that for a long time as we mellowed and our bodies recovered. My erection shrank away, eventually sliding from her well lubricated cunt. Finally Ash rolled off and sat at the edge of the bed. She spoke very quietly, seemingly to herself.
“I’m not going to shower tonight so I can smell you on me and I want to feel your cum in me.”
I managed to drag myself to my feet even though my body was screaming to rest after my third orgasm of the night. Next I got dressed. Ashley looked at me with a surprised expression as she no doubt figured I’d just fall asleep.
“I’ll walk you home Ash. If you’re going I might as well sleep at your Dad’s house tonight.”
After locking the front door we silently walked together down the tree lined streets. Fireflies floated by on their own travels that enchanted night. We didn’t talk as we were both too lost in our thoughts but I still greatly enjoyed being with her. When we reached her house we stayed in the shadows of an old oak tree while we said our goodbye. Our kisses started slow and sweet but became fiercer as they progressed until with an effort of her will Ashley tore herself from me. Without a word she ran to her front steps and turned and waved. Then she opened the door and disappeared inside.
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The next evening I was at Stacy’s house promptly at six like we planned and she sat waiting on her front porch. She disappeared inside when she saw me coming but was back out before I reached the house. She gave me a quick peck and I noticed that she smelled like citrus. Though she had reverted to her jeans and sneakers she was also wearing makeup though less than the night before. Just lipstick and a small amount of eyeliner as well as nail polish that matched her green eyes. As we walked to the movies she slipped her hand in mine.
The movie we chose was a lame comedy but we still had a good time enjoying each others company. We stopped in a tiny park on the way back to Stacy’s house and sat on a bench together. Before long we found ourselves kissing but I stayed in control and did no more than nuzzle her neck or blow in her ear. Stacy seemed giddy as we headed on, even skipping ahead of me sometimes. When we reached her house the porch light was on to welcome us like an old friend well met.
“Jim do you want to sit on the swing with me?” Stacy shyly asked me to which I quickly assented.
We sat there looking at each other and holding hands with Stacy alternating giggling or silently beaming when I heard the creak of a door. When I turned, my eyes were confronted with an older version of Stacy approaching us. The woman had the same blonde hair and green eyes as her daughter with the biggest difference being she had a fuller, more mature figure. She was wearing a green summer dress but on top of it she had on a frilly white apron.
Stacy turned to her and simply said “Hi Mom.”
I leaped to my feet almost tripping in the process before I managed to catch my balance, after which I extended my hand to her. She smiled at me and daintily took my hand in hers.
“You must be the Jim that I’ve been hearing all these things about from my baby.”
“Mom please” I heard Stacy say.
“Yes I’m Jim, pleased to meet you Ma’am.”
“Well you can figure out I’m Stacy’s mother, Mrs. Johnson.”
She released my hand and looked at us both.
“Well it’s a beautiful summer night. Would you kids like a glass of fresh squeezed lemonade.”
In unison we both said “Yes” and all three of us laughed.
“Be right back” she said as she went into the house.
“Your Mom seems great” I truthfully told her.
“She so is, I’m lucky to have her, you know what she’s doing now – baking.”
Just then Mrs. Johnson came out with a pitcher and two tall glasses which she handed to us and then filled. Before disappearing back inside she called out “Let me know if you want anything.”
We enjoyed the lemonade and each others company until we heard her Mom by the front door later.
“I think maybe I should go in but I had a great time Jim” she said.
We walked to the front door where Stacy turned and looked at me expectantly. One more time I leaned down and kissed her lips which now tasted like homemade lemonade. She sighed after we ended the kiss and opened the door and slipped inside. I knew how she felt, without anything sexual happening I had a great time that night. I’d just reached the bottom of the steps when the door opened. Turning I saw Mrs. Johnson at the opening.
“Jim can you do me a favor” she said in a low voice “I have to run to the store for an ingredient I ran out of for my recipe but I’d like to have a word with you about Stacy. Can you meet me at the corner, I don’t want Stacy to know.”
“Sure thing Mrs. Johnson” I replied. While I waited at the corner for her I wondered what this was about. Could she somehow have found out about my recent activities and was going to warn me off her daughter? In a couple of minutes a silver minivan pulled up with Mrs. Johnson driving. The door was unlocked so I climbed in.
“Put on your seatbelt Jim” she said still smiling.
Buckling up I saw that Mrs. Johnson had fine lines around her eyes but beyond that she looked barely older than Stacy.
“Stacy had such a wonderful time with you Jim, she practically floated upstairs” she began. “It hasn’t been always easy the past couple of years since her Father passed away.”
“I didn’t know, I’m sorry for your loss” I said.
“Thank you Jim. The reason I wished to speak with you is that because the way we raised Stacy to be a proper young lady and to resist peer pressure sometimes puts her at odds with other young people. Especially young men that she takes a fancy too. Now Jim you seem like a nice fellow but I have to warn you that Stacy has morals.”
“Mrs. Johnson” I interjected “I know that Stacy is a good girl, as she put it, and I don’t claim to know how things will work out but I do like her and let me tell you that I wouldn’t pressure her to do what she doesn’t want to do.”
“Thank you for that. But we also have to worry about her falling in love, or thinking she has, and wanting to prove her love. I know it can be difficult for young people. Mr. Johnson and I were sorely tempted when we were courting and that was before things were as they are today. And I know it is more difficult for males to rein in their lust with temptation everywhere. I would like to make a deal with you Jim. But we’re already at the supermarket. Do you want to wait out here?”
“I’ll come in, if you don’t mind Mrs. Johnson.”
“Not at all Jim, glad to have your company.”
We proceeded to the store and onto the aisle that had baking supplies. Mrs. Johnson wanted a container of sprinkles that was on the top shelf so I managed to step on the bottom shelf and reach up and get it for her.
“Oh you are gallant Jim” she said.
She then needed unbleached flour which was on the bottom shelf. Instead of bending at the knee Mrs. Johnson bent at the waist to get it. There must have been something wrong with the first package because she kept rummaging around. For a minute I forgot myself and I found myself admiring the swell of her round buttocks. Suddenly I realized she was looking at me and my face reddened from the embarrassment of being caught checking her out. She straightened up and I saw the hint of a smile on her lips as she smoothed out her dress with a flourish. We didn’t say a word to each other on the way to, or at the checkout.
Once in the minivan she started it and began to drive across the lot before turning and driving behind the store to the loading dock area. She stopped the motor and turned to me.
“Like I was saying earlier Jim, I have a deal to propose. What happened inside only convinced me I’m right.”
“I’m sorry about…” I began when she shushed me.
“As I was saying it is more difficult for young men, but it’s also difficult for a relatively young widow who enjoyed the physical aspect of marriage. You showed in the store that almost all you think about is raw, hot sex.”
All of a sudden she moved, rising from her seat and straddling me where I sat. Her arms reached out and twined about my neck. Mrs. Johnson smelled like a combination of soap, sugar and cinnamon. As her body shifted on my lap I felt myself start to grow. She must have felt it because she then moved her ass in a sensual, provocative manner against me.
“What I’m suggesting Jim is that you and I come to an understanding that will be mutually beneficial. We will both receive the intimacy we desire and no pressure will be put on Stacy to rush into any sexual activity before she is truly ready. What do you think of my idea?”
The End of Part Four
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Every summer, our family took a trip to visit our relatives on their farm. It was a trip that my sister and I looked forward to every year. For two weeks, we basically had the run of the land with little or no supervision. We got to explore all of the barns, watch the animals, and swim in the creek that flowed through the pasture. Usually there were other visiting kids to play with as well.
This year, my cousin Amber was visiting from New York City. It was her first trip out to the farm and it took her a while to get used to the fact that our here on the farm, there was no cell phones, no internet, and no cable TV to occupy her time. Depriving a teenage girl of these “necessities” of live could be devastating. It was actually my sister Sarah who convinced her that it was possible to survive for two weeks in this rural desert.
The next day, it was a very hot and sunny day. All three of us decided to cool off my going down to the creek for a swim. When we were stripping off our clothes to get to the suits underneath, I noticed that Amber was wearing a relatively skimpy pink bikini. Unlike the traditional one-piece suit that Becky was wearing, the bikini clearly looked like something designed more for sunbathing than for swimming. Whenever Amber would jump or splash, her tits would lurch, barely restrained by the thin piece of fabric trying their best to restrain them.
Did I mention that Amber was quite an attractive young thing? Maybe this trip can get even more interesting.
Becky must have noticed my interest in Amber since she murmured so only I could hear, “Aren’t you glad you’re wearing a loose pair of trunks, eh, Chad?”
After a few minutes, Amber got out of the water and sat down on a blanket on the shore. Maybe she realized her suit wasn’t all that safe for bounding about in the water. I saw that as an opportunity and sat down next to her.
“So, have you adjusted to life on the farm yet?” I asked Amber.
“Not really,” she sighed. “I mean, I guess the farm is kinda interesting, but I feel so out of touch with the real world.”
“We’ll keep you so busy showing you things around here that you won’t have time to think about the rest of the world,” I promised. “We can go see the animals over in the barn later. Then you can really understand the meaning of the phrase, ‘hung like a horse,’” I laughed.
At this comment, Amber turned about as pink as her bikini. I hadn’t counted on that strong of a reaction and hoped I hadn’t pushed things too far. Before I could change the topic to something safer, Amber quietly said, “It’s not just an expression?”
I chuckled; hoping to make it sound like it was no big deal. “No, it’s pretty literal. Why don’t we go down to the barn tonight and take a look?”
Suddenly, I hear Becky say from behind me, “That sounds like a good idea. Let’s all go. We can sit up in the hayloft and watch the animals come in without them disturbing us.”
I shot Becky an annoyed glance at her comment. So much for getting Amber alone for a while. I tried not to look disappointed as Amber asked, “So the animals won’t be able to bite us?”
“Nope, they’ll be on the ground floor. We can watch in safety,” Becky assured Amber.
That decided it for Amber. “Okay, after dinner?”
“That’s when a lot of them come back in from the pasture,” I said.
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“What was that all about?” I demanded as I burst into Becky’s room back at the farm?
“I was just trying to help you out, Chad,” Becky calmly answered, almost like she was trying to ignore me.
“How is inviting yourself on our private outing, ‘helping?’” I asked angrily.
“I know what you were trying to do and I know you want to fuck her, but in case you hadn’t noticed, she’s not like most of those easy girls you dated from school”, Becky explained patiently.
“Easy?” I asked.
“Yep. I know you’re good at getting the girls to spread their legs for you by the second date, but most of those chicks would give it to almost anyone who asked.”
“Well, I know you weren’t terribly patient with Andrew yourself,” I struck back. Practice was cancelled one day after school and I came home early. When I got home, instead of finding an empty house like I expected, I found Becky lying on her back on the living room couch and Andrew on top of her pushing his cock in and out of her pussy.
“I love the double standard you set between my exploits and yours,” huffed Becky. “Anyway, I don’t disapprove of your conquests – I said I was trying to help.”
“How?”
“I doubt Amber would have agreed to go with you alone, and if she did, it’s likely she’d bolt if you tried anything serious. If I’m there, I think she’ll be a little more relaxed.”
“Maybe…” I slowly said.
“Besides, she’s here for two more weeks, just like us. There should be plenty of time for your private rendezvous later.”
“I guess you’re right,” I sighed.
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After dinner, the three of us headed out to the barn and climbed up the ladder to the hayloft. Amber and Becky were chatting away as they found a spot near the edge of the loft. After looking around for a little while, Becky knelt down declaring, “Here we go. We can see from the pasture entrance all the way into the pens from here.”
Amber sat down next and I sat down so that Amber was between Becky and me. At first, there wasn’t much to see. For a while, there wasn’t much to see – we just looked at the cows milling about and the cats that live in the barn dodging in and out of cover.
Then I saw the event I was waiting for. A large stallion that I knew was visiting the farm slowly sauntered into the barn entrance. As it got closer, the angle to watch it got better and you could see its member hanging long and think from underneath its body. When Becky got a good view of it, she whispered something to Amber and pointed towards the horse. I could hear Amber give a sharp gasp. I glanced over at Amber and saw that her gaze was locked onto that horse. Her breathing was more rapid and I could see her breasts rise and fall under her shirt. “Wow…” she sighed quietly.
“First time seeing a horse’s cock?” I asked Amber quietly. Becky gave me a sharp glance at my comment but didn’t say anything. Amber’s gaze was still fixed on the horse. I’m not sure she even heard me anyway.
“How does it…” Amber asked as she glanced down to her lap.
Becky put her arm around Amber protectively as she reassured her, “It’s the right size for the horse. It does look impressive though.”
“If there were any mares around in the barn, you might get to see him use it,” I said, wondering what effect that sight would have on her.
A few moments passed by. “Are…” Amber started, uncertain if she should continue. Becky motioned her forward and Amber whispered the rest of the question in her ear.
“Yes, all horses have ones that large,” smiled Becky.
“No, I meant…” stammered Amber.
“Well, you’d have to ask Chad about that,” replied Becky. “Are you ‘hung like a horse?’” she asked me.
My cock is slightly above average, at least based on what I’ve seen in the gym locker room, but I’m not match for a horse of course. Putting on my best face, I say, “Well, I’m no match for a horse…”
At this point, Becky and Amber are sitting next to each other, turned to face across from me. I could see Amber’s gaze drop down towards my shorts and if you looked carefully, you could see the slight bulge where my hardening cock was showing.
Becky leaned close to Amber and asked, “Did you want to see his for comparison?”
I could tell by her reaction that her shyness was warring with her curiosity. Another reassuring caress from Becky was apparently all that was needed to make her feel secure enough to timidly say, “Okay.”
I undid the snap on my shorts and lowered the zipper. I reached in with one hand and pushed the waistband of my undies down and pulled my cock out over the top. It was quite hard at this point and the handling caused a small drop of liquid to appear at the tip. When I removed my hands, my cock was standing proudly at attention as I sat cross-legged on the floor.
Amber leaned forward slightly to get a better look. She seemed to be studying it carefully, noting the veins running up the side, seeing the large head at the top of the cock and how it twitched in time with my heartbeat. “What do you think,” I asked softly.
Amber sat straight back up as the question snapped her out of her reverie. She glanced back down into the barn and then back at my member and said, “Not as large.”
“Yes, but the right size for us girls,” Becky said. I noticed at this point that Becky seemed to be taking quite an interest in my cock as well. I found myself wondering how mine compared to Andrew’s.
Hoping that Amber would be caught up enough in the mood, I asked, “What about my turn?”
“Hmmm…” asked Amber.
“Well, you got to see me. Do I get to see you?” I asked hopefully.
Amber got that uncertain “deer in the headlights” look, but Becky quickly answered, “That only seems fair. We can let you see our tits. Okay, Amber?” Becky started to lift her shirt up towards her neck.
Amber still looked a little uncertain, but watched as Becky got her shirt bunched up under her neck, revealing a plain, white bra. Honestly, I had never really looked at my sister sexually before, not even when I walked in on her and Andrew (although that scene did make me realize that she wasn’t my “little sister” anymore) but I found this strip-tease quite exciting. Becky’s tits weren’t as large as Amber’s, but they had a nice shape to them.
As Becky reached behind her towards the clasp of her bra, she glanced over at Amber and repeated, “Okay?”
Amber definitely looked uncertain, but after seeing Becky exposing herself, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and slowly raised it up. As her shirt rose, Amber’s larger tits came into view. She was wearing a lacy bra that revealed quite a bit of cleavage on the top of her mounds. I definitely liked the view, although I tried not to stare. It helped that I could look back and forth between the two pairs on display.
At this point, Becky unsnapped the clasp and her bra fell free down her arms. Her perky tits hung free, suspended nicely on their own straight out from her chest. Right in the middle was a small, pointy nipple that hardened from exposure to the air. I found myself whistling appreciatively as Becky reached up, pushed the bottom of her tits up and together then let go so they would bounce back into place. She said, “Like what you see, Chad?”
As I started to say something about how beautiful she looked when Amber suddenly got up, her shirt falling back into place, and said, “I can’t do this,” as she rushed towards the steps leading down and out of the barn.
I watched her leave then turned back towards Becky. I watched as Becky put her bra back into place and covered up again. “I guess that’s a good start,” Becky said. “You might want to cover that back up before we head back inside,” she said, motioning at my cock that was still hanging out.
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That night in bed, I knew I had to give my cock some relief after all of the teasing it got during the day. As I rubbed my hand up and down, I found myself thinking just as much about Becky’s body as I did Amber’s. I retraced the events in the barn, and imagined how they might have continued if Amber hadn’t left, but it was Becky that I was picturing, her tits hanging down in front of her, that was in my mind when I exploded all over the bed. It had been quite a while since I’d come that hard.
As I lay there, enjoying the aftermath, I wondered what would happen after Amber had a chance to think over today. Would she be scared away by us, or would she gather her courage. I also wondered why Becky seemed so interested in helping me seduce Amber.
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The next day, Amber showed no sign that anything happened last night at all, although I didn’t get to see much of her. She and Becky went into town together to do some shopping. That evening after dinner, Amber came over to me and Becky as we were finishing up the dishes. “I’d like…, I mean…,” she started. After taking a breath, she quietly said, “Can we go to the barn again?”
Inside, I was thrilled, but I tried to keep my enthusiasm from showing too much. “That’s fine with me.”
Amber looked over at Becky. From her look, it was clearly only okay with her if Becky came along too. Becky didn’t hesitate though. “Me too. Let’s go,” she said, giving Amber a pat on the back.
All three of us went back out to the barn and climbed back into the loft. Most of the animals were back in at this point and the horse we saw yesterday was milling around one part of the barn, grazing on some hay. From this angle, his cock was clearly visible hanging down and Amber’s gaze was fixated on it again. Every now and then, she would glance back towards me, as if comparing what she saw, and after a few minutes, I could see her start to squirm a little bit as she was crouching.
“Could… can…,” started Amber, but then she turned to Becky and whispered something in her ear.
Becky smiled and said, “She’d like to see yours again. Just for comparison, of course.”
“Of course,” I smiled back. I was hoping she remembered what happened last night and knew what I’d expect in return. “But tonight, I think it’s time for you ladies to start first. Seems only fair, right?”
I think Amber had been expecting that. “Okay…” she said hesitantly, looking over at Becky for reassurance. She still sat still, like she was waiting for Becky to make the first move.
Becky didn’t disappoint. She quickly raised her shirt up and over her head, her breasts one again bouncing in the cups of her bra. Seeing as Amber still hadn’t moved, she reached over and grabbed her blouse and pulled it over her head in one swift motion.
Amber sat there, shocked for a moment, before instinctively crossing her hands over her ample bosom. As I tried to get a better look, Becky interrupted saying, “Okay, stud. It’s your turn next.”
Thinking it was only fair; I undid the snap at the top of my shorts and pulled them down. The bulge in my underwear that had already formed was clearly visible – something that did not escape the notice of the girls. While they were admiring the view, I also pulled my shirt off and tossed it into the pile with my shorts. I lay back slightly into the hay to give the girls a better view and said, “Your turn now.”
Again, Becky was the first one to act, reaching behind her back and undoing the clasp on her bra. Just like yesterday, her breasts held their own as the bra fell free. She then gave an encouraging glance to Amber.
Amber sat for a moment and then slowly reached back. Her bra snapped open, letting her breasts fall freely. Being larger, they sagged a bit as they lost the support of her bra, but they were still a nice round shape. Unlike Becky’s tiny, pink nipples, Amber’s ample breasts were crowned with a larger nipple, centered in a larger, darker areola. If anything, the sight of these hooters made my cock grow even harder. After letting the bra drop to the ground, Amber still held her hands partially obscuring my view.
Becky now glanced in my direction. I wondered who was really running this show, but I decided that I didn’t care. “Okay, ladies, time for the main event,” I said as I stood up and slowly lowered my undies down my legs. My cock bounced up sharply as it was finally released from its prison and bobbed several times, coming to rest pointing straight out from my body.
I heard an audible gasp, coming from Amber I think, when my cock came into view and as I looked up, I saw that she had abandoned any attempt at keeping her body hidden. Instead, her full attention was fixed directly on my cock.
Amber reached her hand out towards me a short distance, and then glanced as Becky, as if asking if it was okay. Asking me apparently never entered into their thoughts, not that I would have minded anyway. Getting the encouraging nod from Becky, Amber crawled the two steps towards me and gently touched the head of my cock with her finger. My cock bounced in response to the gentle push and Amber was transfixed by the sight.
“You can put your hand around it,” I suggested.
Amber glanced up at me, startled as if she had forgotten I could talk. But curiosity overcame her fear and she again reached out her hand, wrapping it around my shaft. “Wow… it’s so warm,” she said to Becky. “And it’s hard and soft at the same time… weird.”
Becky smiled back knowingly. “Try moving your hand up and down the length of it. Guys really like that,” Becky suggested.
Amber nodded and turned her attention back to me. She slid her hand all of the way down towards the base and then slowly back up. Her touch was electrifying, sending a wave of pleasure that followed behind her touch.
While her attention was distracted, I reached out with my hands and slowly cupped Amber’s large breasts in my hand. At first, I gently supported the weight on the bottom. Her tits felt like soft pillows – almost a fluffy feeling that contradicted their size. While I felt a flinch when I first made contact, as my hands enveloped more of the flesh, I could feel Amber lean in slightly, pushing her tits into my hands. I’m not even sure she was aware that I was doing it.
I slowly knelt down next to Amber as my fingers continued their exploration of her chest. I held each breast in my hand, running my thumbs up and across the curve of her tits. I noticed the Amber was breathing in time to my strokes. Her rhythm on my cock also slowed down a little as she seemed to lose focus. After a minute of this, I finally allowed my thumb to graze over her nipples. The reaction was instantaneous – Amber arched her back towards me and gave a loud groan of pleasure. Her hand clamped down on my cock.
At this point, I noticed that Becky was still sitting to the side of us watching. She had her hand inside the waistband of her shorts and it looked like she was rubbing herself off. I gave a small chuckle, glad that she was enjoying the show, while I turned my attention back to Amber. “Do you like how that feels?” I asked her. As she nodded back, I replied, “I can do something that will feel even nicer.”
Without waiting for her response, I lowered my face towards her breasts. My tongue traced a path across the tops of her mounds, then around the bottom curves. Only after making a full circle around the outside did I start liking towards the center. As my lips approached her nipples, I could hear mewing sounds coming from her throat.
Finally, my lips approached their destination as I took the nipple deep into my mouth. Amber let out a shout as my tongue circled around the nipple. I flicked my tongue back and forth across the hard tip and each time, her cry got louder and sharper. After only a few moments of this, Amber’s entire body lurched up towards me and she let out a loud, rhythmic moaning sound. This girl was so hot that she came from only a little sucking on her tits!
After her orgasm subsided, Amber collapsed back into the hay. I started to move over her, reaching for the waistband of her shorts. I had to fuck her now.
Unfortunately, she had other plans. She blocked my hands, gasping, “I think… that’s enough… for now…”
With a clearly disappointed look on my face, Becky said, “That’s not very fair to him.” Becky’s face has a flushed look on it. I’m sure that she got herself off as well. Wondering when the last time she had wondered about “fair” Becky continued, “At least let him come as well.”
“How?” asked Amber.
“Remember how I said that guys really like their cock being stroked? Just keep doing that and he’ll come the same way you did.”
“Like this,” Amber asked as she wrapped her hand around my cock again. Her motion up and down the shaft felt exquisite, but it was irregular.
“You want more of a pumping motion,” Becky said as she moved behind me. I could feel her breasts push into my back as she reached around me to replace Amber’s hands with her own. Becky collected the precum that was leaking liberally from the tip and expertly coated my shaft with it. From the motion of her hand and the way she twisted and used her thumbs, I could tell she’d done this before.
As Becky continued to pump away at me, Amber lay underneath me, watching closely. I knew I wasn’t going to last long under this assault and I could feel myself pass that threshold where there’s no holding back. I warned Amber, “I’m going to come soon…”
Almost as soon as I said that, I felt the familiar release wash through me and the first jolt of sperm came shooting hard out of my cock, splattering on the middle of Amber’s belly. As her eyes widened in shock, a second burst flew out, and a weaker third burst. As the remaining waves of my orgasm swept through me, the last of my cum dribbled out, making a small pile on the ground just in front of her crotch.
Amber stared at amazement – clearly this was the first time she’d actually seen anyone cum before. She put her finger into the glop of cum on her belly, swirling it around to feel the texture and consistency. “This is what makes babies?” she asked.
“Yep. It feels great when it spurts inside of you.”
“You’ve done it before?” Amber asked.
“A few times.” Becky’s gaze seemed lost in reminiscence. “The feeling is indescribable.”
“Want to know what it feels like,” I asked hopefully.
Amber gave a ‘nice try’ smile back and said, “Not tonight. I think we’ve already done enough.” She started to get that self-conscious look back in her face. As she grabbed her bra and blouse, she said, “I’d better get back inside and clean up.”
“I guess we all should,” Becky continued.
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The next day, I saw that Amber kept making furtive glances in my direction all day long. I looked for a chance to get alone with her, but never found a chance. With friends visiting the farm this day, there was never a time when I could get some time alone with her.
It wasn’t until late in the afternoon that Becky came over to me and said, “There’s something you’ll find interesting in the barn.” After delivering that message, she trotted off across the yard. It didn’t take me long to follow.
As we got to the base of the ladder to the loft, Becky motioned for quiet as she started climbing up. In the silence, I could hear noises coming from the barn. Just as I got to the top of the ladder, I realized what those sounds were and the view I saw in the loft confirmed my thought.
In the loft, Amber lay on her back. Her blouse was unbuttoned in the front and her bra pulled off her tits. One hand was rubbing and grasping at the exposed breast. The other hand had pulled her skirt completely up to her waist, pulled her panties aside and was rubbing her pussy lips rapidly. Her gaze was focused down into the main barn area where I could hear the sounds of two horses mating.
As I stood on the ladder with just my head poking up wondering how to take advantage of this situation, Becky boldly strode across the loft towards Amber. She was practically next to Amber when she was finally noticed. Becky lay down next to Amber, running her hands over Amber’s tits, softly saying “Watching the horse get a piece of the action.”
I expected Amber to freak out at this point, but instead she looked at Becky with a glazed look in her eye. “What does it feel like, Becky?”
“It’s the best sensation in the world. You feel so full. Getting off is way better than when you do it yourself.” She looked over towards me and said, “Chad knows you’re here too. He can help.”
I could see that Becky was still rubbing Amber’s tits and that Amber hand was still busy in her pussy. The glazed look hadn’t disappeared from her face either, so I slowly climbed into the loft and walked over towards the girls. As I came into view, Amber gave a hungry look at me.
I quickly removed my clothes. While there wasn’t a lot of foreplay for me here, my cock got fully hard at the sight of Amber playing with herself. As I lowered my shorts, Amber’s gaze quickly went from my face to my cock. Her hand was still buzzing in her pussy. “Do you want this inside you?” I asked her.
“Go on,” Becky said to her. Becky’s hands moved lower, joining Amber’s hands on her pussy. Becky grabbed the band of Amber’s panties and pulled them off her legs, exposing her pussy completely to me.
I lay over her, carefully positioning my cock at her entrance, hoping that I could finally get inside of her before she changed her mind. Amazingly, Becky helped line my cock up to her entrance, while saying to Amber in a soft voice, “It will probably hurt a little bit at first, but then it will feel wonderful.”
Amber’s pussy was already completely soaked from her earlier activities. As I gently pushed into her opening, I slipped in easily. Even though she was very wet, it was a tight fit. As my cock inched its way inside her, it met some resistance. I pushed hard and it suddenly gave way, my cock sliding all of the way inside her. Amber stiffened up and let out a loud groan at the penetration that sounded like a mixture of pleasure and pain.
I held my cock in position to let her get used to the size. When I felt her body relax a little, I slowly pulled out of her. Despite how slick she was, I could feel her pussy grabbing onto my cock as it withdrew. When it was almost all of the way out, I reversed course and slowly slid it in. This time, the penetration was rewarded with a low moan of passion from Amber. She had her eyes closed and her face was twisted in an expression of rapture.
I could see Becky still had one hand working over Amber’s tits while I was slowly pushing in and out of her. Becky’s other hand was underneath her dress, presumably simulating what Amber was experiencing. It was very erotic to hear Amber’s gasping at each thrust in time with my sister’s gasps from her finger-fucking.
Amber was very close to the edge even before we came up and it didn’t take much at all for her to explode into a massive orgasm. When I felt it begin, I held my cock deep within her. I could feel the walls of her vagina ripple as the waves of her orgasm coursed through her body.
When she came down from the orgasmic high, she said to Becky, “Oh my God, that was amazing!”
Through her gasping, Becky said, “Wait until you feel him spurt inside you.”
That statement snapped reality back into Amber. “Oh, no! Don’t come in me! I don’t want to get pregnant.”
I thought all girls over the age of 12 were on the pill these days, but apparently not Amber. I realized I really did have to stop. I didn’t want to become a father any more than she wanted to become a mother.
My disappointment must have been clear on my face. “Poor Chad,” said Becky. “Why don’t you shoot it in me instead?” Becky lay back in the hay and peeled her panties down her legs.
I’m sure part of me was thinking that this was my sister asking me to fuck her, but those parts of me weren’t in control at the moment. I pulled out of Amber and moved over to where Becky was lying down. She reached down between us and positioned my cock at her opening. As soon as it was lined up, Becky grabbed my ass and pulled me hard into her. She was just as wet as Amber was and I slid smoothly into her; my cock penetrating all the way inside her.
I started moving in and out of her. With each inward stroke she would push her pelvis up towards me and pull my ass down, squeezing me deep inside her. It didn’t take much of this physical thrusting before I was on the verge. “Here it comes,” I warned her.
“Yes! Yes! Cum inside me! Spurt deep inside your little sister!” Becky yelled as she pulled me down even harder. Her dirty talk pushed me over the edge as I thrust has hard and as deep inside her as I could and the first burst of semen jetted out of my cock and filled the inside of her pussy. “Oh!” Becky gasped as she felt it inside her. A second wave followed the first, along with another “Oh!” from Becky. Each spurt from me was matched with another gasp from Becky as she felt each twitch from my cock. Around the fourth or fifth spurt, Becky tensed up as her orgasm came to her. She wrapped her legs tightly around me, pinning me deep inside me, and wriggled her pussy all over my groin. Her gasps changed to a long, continuous groan as the release washed over her as well.
We both just lay together, letting the feeling of our orgasms pass over us. As we came to our senses, we noticed that Amber was still watching us, absently fingering her pussy.
“Wow,” Amber said.
“Yeah,” smiled Becky. “You’ve got to get your problem fixed so you can experience this too.”
I got up, withdrawing from Becky. I could see a flood of sperm flow out of her pussy as I pulled out. “We’d all better get cleaned up before we’re missed.”
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When I woke up the next morning, I was still thinking about what had happened last evening. At the time, I didn’t give much thought to the fact that it was my little sister Becky that I was fucking. Now, I was worried about how she would react. I seriously doubted that she would tell anyone about it, but I was worried about what she would think of what happened.
I went down the hall to her bedroom and gave a soft knock on the door. I heard her voice say, “Come in,” so I opened the door and slipped into her room.
Becky was standing on the far side of the bed, with her back to me. She was still wearing the long nightgown that she wore to bed and was going through something in her dresser.
“About yesterday,” I began, unsure of exactly what to say. “I mean… we got a little carried away. You’re my sister and… When we had sex…” Becky was just standing straight up, her back still to me. I couldn’t read her expression and that was making me feel more worried. “It was really good, but I shouldn’t have… I won’t let it happen again.”
“That’s where your wrong, big brother,” Becky said in a level voice. Then she turned around to face me. Her nightgown was completely unbuttoned in front and as she took her first steps towards me, she flung it off her shoulders leaving herself clad in only a pair of white, cotton panties. “I want it to happen again,” she said as she closed the distance between us.
Becky moved next to me, wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled my face down to hers to give me a kiss. This definitely wasn’t a sister-like kiss – her tongue licked around the outside of my lips and then pushed inside to mingle with mine. As she did this, she pushed her body into mine, pushing her breasts against my chest and grinding her groin against my slowly hardening member. This was enough to shock me out of my reverie. I wrapped my hands around her waist, letting them rest of the cups of her ass. Each cheek filled my palm nicely and had just the right amount of firmness and softness.
After a moment, Becky took a half-step back and reached down between us with her hands. She grabbed my shorts and undies together and pushed them down to my feet. As she stood back up, she then grabbed the hem of my shirt and pulled it up over my head. Now that I was standing naked before her, she gave an appraising look over my body, definitely liking what she saw, and pulled me over to her bed.
We toppled onto the bed together. Since I didn’t really get a chance to explore her body last night during our frenzied coupling, I took the opportunity now. I leaned down over Becky and resumed our kiss. As my tongue explored her mouth, I took one tit in each hand, slowly running my fingers around the edges. While not as large as Amber’s, they were more firm, holding their shape better and providing a smooth surface to touch. My fingers slowly spiraled from the outside to the center, eventually reaching the small, pink nipple that was poking out of the tips.
While my hands were exploring the curves of Becky’s breasts, I could feel her breath quicken. She would make light mewing noises as I found each tender spot. My kisses moved from her mouth, down her neck and towards the center of her cleavage. As my tongue approached Becky’s nipples, I could feel her arch her back up towards me as she chanted, “Yes, yes…” I suddenly closed my lips completely around her right tit, hungrily devouring the breast in my mouth. I heard an incoherent yelp coming from Becky’s lips as the squirmed beneath me.
As my lips help her tits busy, my hands continued their voyage down her body. I ran them over her flat tummy, briefly tickling her “inny” belly-button, and glided them over her panty-covered mound. I could feel both the heat and wetness emanating from her pussy. I hooked my hands over the edge of her panties and slowly pulled them down. As my hands lowered, my tongue also lowered, tracing a path from her breasts towards her now exposed pussy.
Becky could sense what was coming. “Yes, lick me down there. Lick my pussy,” she directed as my tongue approached its destination. As my hands pulled her panties off her feet, they made their way back up her legs, reaching underneath her to hold her ass. I lifted her rear slightly off the bed, pushing her slit into my waiting tongue. As I made my first lick from the base of her slit, up to her clit, Becky pushed her pussy deeper into my face, yelling, “Yes, lick me there. Lick it harder! Yes!”
I continued, giving a slow lick from the bottom to the top, driving my tongue as deep into her slit as I could, and giving her clit a sharp flick with my tongue at the end of each stroke. Becky enthusiastically cheered on my efforts with her cries. As her motions got more frantic, at the end of a stroke, I took her clit into my mouth and sucked deep inside, flicking my tongue over it repeatedly. “Yes, right there! Oh, yes! Oh! Oh! I’m coming! Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Yes!!!” she screamed as her thighs clamped around my face. I could feel a sudden surge of wetness envelop my face as Becky came hard underneath me.
As the waves of orgasm passed, Becky grabbed me under my arms and pulled me up towards her. She had a hungry look in her face. “Now, put that dick of yours deep inside me,” she ordered. I wasn’t going to disagree.
I lined my member up with her steaming hole and as I gazed into her eyes, slowly pushed my way inside. We each gave a contented sigh at the feeling of becoming one. As I lay with my cock fully inside my sister’s pussy, she wrapped her arms and legs around my body, holding me deep inside her.
I moved my cock in and out of her pussy in long, slow, rhythmic strokes. Becky, still wrapped around me, flexed her pelvis with each stroke, heightening the sensation of each withdrawal and penetration. Unlike the frantic fuck the previous day, this was a slow, sensual joining. With each stroke, Becky would give a light, “Yes,” as my cock penetrated into her depths.
After longer than I thought possible, given my state, I could feel my release building and found myself speeding the pace of my strokes up. Becky could sense this as well, as she matched my strokes, encouraging me to go faster. “Yes, yes, yes…” she would chant.
“I’m going to cum soon,” I warned her as I could feel my cock approaching that point of no return.
“Yes, come inside me…” she ordered. “Deep inside me… Fill me up, Chad! Fill your sister up!” As her chanting continued, I gave a final push as deep in her as I could as my sperm jetted out the end of my cock. Becky could sense immediately when it happened and continued grinding against my cock. “Oh, yes! There! Yes!” she yelled as she milked every last drop out of me. Finally, I collapsed on top of her, completely spent.
I’m not sure if I drifted off for a moment, or just lay there in a daze, but in a few minutes I came to my senses to see Becky still lying next to me, staring adoringly into my face. “What got into you, Becky?” I asked her.
“You did, Brother,” she replied with a smirk. “Actually, I’ve been hoping something like this would happen since I lost my cherry a few months ago.”
“Um… really?” I asked in a confused way.
“Yep,” she explained. “First, you’re always around when I’d need you. Second, you won’t blab about it to anyone else. And, most importantly…” she paused as she glanced down at my now shrinking cock. “Yours feels much nicer inside me.”
That last comment filled me with pride. I gave Becky a big hug, telling her, “It will always be ready for you.”
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Now, we didn’t start fucking like rabbits every chance we got, but over the next week and a half, Becky and I found a few other times to have sex again. The sexual games with Amber and Becky also continued. I didn’t get to fuck Amber again, although there was a close encounter when we were out at the creek.
We were all swimming naked in the creek. It seemed silly after our sexual escapades to bother with bringing our suits down to the creek to change into. The three of us were horsing around in the water and Becky gave me an unexpected push on my back. I fell forward, landing in Amber’s arms, and the two of us crashed to the ground, landing in the shallows at the edge of the water. After we each caught our breath from the fall, we both realized that I was lying fully on top of her and my cock, which was always slightly hard around the two naked girls, was nestled directly on top of her pussy and was expanding to its full size.
Amber gazed into my eyes and slowly gyrated her hips, rubbing her pussy along the length of my shaft. When I felt this, I slowly started moving against her as well. We only got a couple strokes in when Becky asked, “Are you two okay?” This simple question snapped us out of our trance, and we both disengaged and stood up to show her that we were fine.
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Two weeks after our first encounter, Amber came up to me as I was cleaning up after dinner. “Come with me to the barn,” she whispered in my ear, and sauntered off.
I finished putting things away as far as I could and then headed out to the barn, wondering what Amber had in mind. I climbed the latter up to the loft. As I looked around, Amber grabbed me from the side. She pulled her towards her, wrapped her hands around her and planted a kiss on my lips.
As we kissed, I reflected at how much more assertive Amber had become over the last two weeks, at least around me and Becky. As my tongue sparred with hers in our mouths, my hands moved up and down her back, then went lower to massage her ass cheeks. We stood together, kissing passionately, and grinding our pelvises together.
After a few minutes, Amber stepped away and moved one of her hands over my crotch. She started rubbing the bulge of my cock up and down through the material of my shorts. “Your sister gave me a pack of her pills,” Amber said quietly. “The directions said to wait two weeks to make sure they had taken effect.” She stopped and looked up into my face longingly. I guess she was still too shy to directly come out and say it, but I knew she was telling me that she wanted to feel my cock come inside her and that she was safe now.
Her hand continued moving up and down my bulge while I moved my hands back up towards her neck. The yellow sun dress that Amber was wearing was one of those where the bowtie at the top of the neck held the entire thing in place. My hands pulled on the ends of the bow and the strings gently separated. As I let go, the dress gently fell away, landing in a pile at her feet, revealing a bra and a pair of matching panties that were both the same shade of bright yellow that the dress had been. Even though I’d seen her naked several times, somehow the sight of her in this lingerie that exactly matched her dress was more erotic.
Amber stepped out of the dress and back against me. She pressed her body back against mine, her hand still between us on my bulge. My hands found their way onto her large tits, cupping each one through the thin material of her bra. I bent my head down and placed it into the cleft of her cleavage, causing her to gasp. As I licked in her valley, my hands found the clasp around back, releasing her tits from their captivity. As the bra fell free, it allowed my tongue to roam freely from one mound to the other. As my tongue made circles around her tits, and flicked her large, dark nipples, Amber was starting to squirm against me. Even after that first day, she had always aroused easily and many a time I could make her come just by licking her tits.
I didn’t want her to have her release yet though, so I disengaged and moved her hands to the top of my shorts. Amber got the hint and pulled my shorts down, releasing my straining cock. As her hand returned to my member, I pulled my shirt over my head.
I sat down on the ground, lowing Amber down next to me. Her hand was still moving over my cock, spreading the lubrication leaking from the tip all up and down my shaft. My hand spread apart her legs and traced circles over her soaking wet panties. My fingers could feel the contours of her opening and they traced the edges of her pussy lips with each circle.
I slipped a finger underneath the material and touched her slit directly. This first contact elicited a loud gasp from Amber. Her hand on my cock stopped momentarily as she was lost in the sensations coming from her pussy. I took hold of the panty itself and Amber lay back and lifted her hips off the ground so I could remove the interfering piece of clothing from her body.
My fingers returned to their massage, running circles around her opening, and flicking her clit on each pass by it. Occasionally, I would dip one of my fingers into her opening. Her opening was definitely tighter, but she was plenty wet enough for what was going to happen next.
As I moved over her, I asked, “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she gasped, her gaze slowly focusing on my face. “Just let me know when you’re going to…, okay?”
I positioned myself at the mouth of her pussy, held her hips with my hands, and slowly pushed my way into her. She was definitely tighter than Becky, after all this was only the second time she’d been fucked, and I could feel the texture and warmth of her pussy more clearly on my cock. Despite her wetness, I didn’t want to force my way in all at once, so I slowly pushed in and out. Each stroke worked its way a little deeper than the previous. Each time my cock penetrated to a new depth, another gasp came from Amber’s mouth.
When I had gotten my full length inside her, I looked at Amber’s face to see how she was doing. She met my gaze and smiled. As I started moving inside her again, her expression returned to that of a distant concentration. She was totally lost in the sensations that my cock was creating in her.
As my cock pumped in and out of her, I let my hands explore the rest of her body. She was definitely a little chunkier all around than Becky – not fat by any means though – but that padding made her body feel softer against him.
Amber was already close to the edge, so it wasn’t long before I could feel her twitching and bucking underneath me. She was definitely quieter than Becky, only letting a series of, “Oh… oh… oh…” escape her mouth as she came. When it passed, I could see her gaze focus back on me and I started to increase the speed of my thrusts.
“Okay,” I said between breaths, “get ready. I’m going to come…” I gave a few more long thrusts into her and as I felt the familiar sensation of my orgasm beginning, I thrust deep inside Amber. She sensed that this was the start and she held herself very still underneath me. Both of us were locked in a tight embrace as my cock twitched over and over delivering load after load of my cream inside her. Even though Amber was still, I could feel her body flinch in time to my pulses.
When the twitches subsided, Amber gave me a big hug and whispered into my ear, “That was the most incredible thing I’ve ever felt. Thank you.” I returned the hug and we just stayed in each other’s’ arms for a few more moments.
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In the week that we had before Amber had to return with her family to New York, we fucked nearly every day. She wanted to get as much of me as she could before she had to leave. Becky and I also continued fucking, although not as frequently, even after we returned to our homes. When school started back up, we both dated other people like normal, but the fact that we had each other to satisfy our urges allowed us to be more sexually selective in our dating.
But looking back, that summer was one of the most memorable summer vacations I had.
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My Uncle’s New Wife
During the summer vacation between my junior and senior year my parents celebrated their 20th wedding anniversary. They had gone on a cruise for their honeymoon so they had decided to re-capture the experience. The biggest difference was the first cruise had been on a second rate ship and had lasted only a week. This time around, due to the fact that they were better off financially, they booked a master suite with a balcony and this cruise would last 15 days.
Now normally when they went away I would stay home by myself. But because they would be gone for over two weeks during the height of summer party season had made them amend their thinking this time. Instead they arranged for me to stay with my father’s brother and his new wife.
“Listen Jim” my father explained “I know you aren’t happy about this but it’s the way it’s going to be. We trust you but we’ll be gone almost three weeks counting the flights we have to take each way and your mother and I won’t worry if we know you’ll be at my brother’s house. You’ll eat real food this way and if something happens there will be someone there to help. Besides after what happened at the Fosters’ last year your mother was concerned that something bad could happen.”
The Fosters’ were our neighbors and when they had gone away their kids had thrown a wild party which resulted in both a lot of property damage when things spiraled out of control, as well as the police responding to said problems resulting in some charges being filed.
“Anyway you always liked Uncle John and maybe you can spend time with your cousins. Plus you know they have an in-ground pool.”
I had no choice anyway so I decided to make the best of it. I had a part time job so I would be pretty busy anyway and they lived in the same town so I could still see my friends when I wanted. Since I could visit my house I didn’t need to go crazy packing and brought a minimum of clothes and toiletries as well as my laptop computer.
My Uncle John drove me there the evening of my parents’ flight to save them the trouble of driving me,
so we said our goodbyes before I left. Uncle John was younger than my father by a couple of years. He and his first wife divorced a few years ago after fourteen years of marriage and two children, my cousins John Jr. who was now 14 and his older sister Ashley who was16. Uncle John had remarried last year to a woman a few years younger than he was. Aunt Laura was an elementary school teacher and the few times we’d met she seemed to be really nice and good for my uncle.
“You can stay in John’s room. You know since I bought the house your cousins don’t actually live there but with their mother. They each have a room for when they stay though I figured Ashley’s room would be too girly for you sport.”
“What if John comes to stay?” I asked.
“Well I know this upcoming weekend he is doing something with some friends and he might stay with one of them. So maybe Ashley will be coming but not John. If he comes we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it. While you‘re staying feel free to have your friends over, we don‘t want you to feel like a guest.”
“Thanks Uncle John” I said.
“And you can have your girlfriend over if you want, just use some common sense” he said to me with a wink.
“Vanessa and I broke up right before the end of the school year” I told him. We had gone out for eighteen months and most of my family had met and liked her.
“Too bad, any particular reason?” he asked.
“I don’t know, these things happen” I answered vaguely.
It was none of his business in the first place but what could I say. That I was sick of her putting off sex with me because she was scared that I would hurt her if I fucked her. That she would give me hand jobs and lame blowjobs but wouldn’t let me go down on her because she was afraid she might enjoy herself too much and lose control. That when we first went out, while we kissed and petted I had fingered her to orgasm but now she wouldn’t even let me do that anymore. I was about to be a senior in high school and I was still a virgin. My hand aided by porn on the computer was my sex life right now.
“I hear you sport, but now you can play the field, eh” Uncle John said grinning.
We arrived at his house in a few more minutes. He had a nice sized house and yard on the outskirts of town where most of the newer houses were being built. He pulled into the driveway and parked next to Aunt Laura’s car. I carried my bags as Uncle John opened the front door.
“Honey we’re home” he called out as we went in to the air conditioned comfort.
“Be right there” I heard a voice in the recess of the house say.
In a moment my Aunt Laura came into view. She gave my uncle a quick peck on the cheek and headed to me. It took all my willpower to maintain my composure. She had obviously been sunning herself by the pool. All she was wearing was a tiny bikini with a sheer cover-up and flip flops. I had never realized how sexy she was before. At family gatherings she had always dressed demurely. She had appeared attractive to me but in a more wholesome girl next door way. Now she was a bombshell.
She gave me a hug and stretched her petite frame to give me a kiss. I saw the golden streaks in her short brown hair but of more interest to me were her small firm breasts which pressed into me as we hugged. I also noticed that surprisingly her navel was pierced. I guess that teachers let their hair down during summer vacation as well.
“Jim, glad to see you. We’re so glad you could stay with us. Now are you hungry? John is about to throw something on the grill.”
“No thanks Aunt Laura, I ate dinner before I came” I answered “right now I just want to put my stuff away.”
She looked up at my eyes, seemingly reluctant to end our embrace although she finally did.
“Of course Jim. Honey why don’t you fire up the grill while I show Jim to his room.”
“Good idea Laura. Steaks will be ready in a jiffy. Jim if you get hungry later there is plenty so don’t hesitate. We’ll be by the pool” my uncle answered before heading toward the back.
I followed his wife as we climbed the wide staircase to the second floor. Part of me didn’t want to but I found my eyes drawn to Aunt Laura’s firm round backside as I followed a few steps behind her. It swayed as she walked reminding me of two kittens playing under the small, thin fabric. More than once she turned back towards me with an enigmatic half smile on her face. We reached the top of the stairs and turned right in the hallway.
“Mine and your uncle’s room is at the other end of the hall and this room is Ashley’s” she said while passing a closed door, “John’s room is at the end and is over the garage so it has plenty of privacy as well as its own bathroom.”
After saying this she opened the door at the end of the hall and walked in. The room was good sized, bigger than my room at home, and appeared even larger because it seemed sparsely furnished. There was a double bed against one wall, a dresser across the room as well as a desk and chair. A small flat screen TV was on the wall and an open door led to the small bathroom. There wasn’t even a trace of personality in the room and it was obvious my cousin had done nothing to make it his own. I put my suitcase on the floor and my laptop bag on the desk.
“We have wi-fi access if you want to surf the net for entertainment” Aunt Laura informed me “and we’ll be by the pool if you want to come hang out or eat. I spend practically the whole summer lounging by the pool so I’m sure we’ll be seeing plenty of each other.”
I bit my lip to prevent myself from saying I’d seen plenty of her already and it was stimulating me greatly. Since the lingering hug downstairs I had been fighting a losing battle trying to prevent an erection from developing. Luckily my pants were loose enough to somewhat obscure that fact. As Aunt Laura started to leave she paused in the doorway and turned.
“Unfortunately the view from the windows in this room is of the driveway. Too bad it doesn’t look over the back. I gather from your glances that you’d enjoy that view more.”
After saying that she left closing the door behind her. I exhaled as she left the room. Had she noticed how I admired her trim and curvy figure I wondered to myself. Is that why she commented on the view? These next two and a half weeks would be tough on me. I was getting a boner from my uncle’s wife who stated that she would be by the pool all the time, no doubt wearing revealing swimsuits the whole time driving me crazy if I let it. My overactive libido would be on overdrive and the worst thing was because she was married to my uncle I shouldn’t even notice her in that way. I decided to spend as little time there as possible. With work and hanging with my friends I could keep busy and just sleep there. But tonight I didn’t feel like going anywhere.
I had worked earlier today and I had work tomorrow morning so I decided to just chill. I found an empty drawer and put my clothes there and then put my toiletries in the bathroom. I plugged in my laptop and turned it on. Adjusting my bulge I sat at the desk. There was no point in resisting my urges at this point. Some days I jerked off three times in order to stay satisfied and with the stimulation Aunt Laura had given me I knew I needed relief. I unbuttoned my pants and slid them down to my knees before opening a file where I stored my favorite videos and slipping on the headphones.
There was one I often used as the girl in it reminded me of my ex Vanessa. Slowly I stroked my fat cock up and down while the girl in the video sucked the guy’s hard on. I was working my piece faster now and though it had reached full size I just wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t because I wasn’t horny, I realized that it was because the girl didn’t remind me of Aunt Laura.
I turned the video off and connected to the net and typed in my favorite porn site. Using the search engine I skimmed thru a bunch of milf/cougar videos until I found one where the woman had a resemblance to the object of my desire. Soon I was so excited I had to slow myself down to prevent cumming too fast. I spit on my hand and slowly worked myself back toward the finish line. The woman was now getting it doggy style from her son’s friend. It was easy to imagine it was her on the receiving end of the fucking. The actor didn’t resemble me at all and he was also smaller than me in the cock department but when the camera angle was from behind I was able to suspend disbelief.
My orgasm was getting close as I imagined me fucking Aunt Laura when out of the corner of my eye I saw something. Turning my head while continuing to stroke I saw Aunt Laura standing in the doorway with her mouth open and her face a veritable cauldron of emotions. Shock, surprise and yes lust were written onto her features. She had changed from her bikini and was wearing a pair of cut-off shorts and a t-shirt and by the way her breasts looked she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Certainly I was startled at seeing her there, but my hand kept pumping and gazing at her sexy body was enough to trigger my orgasm. I groaned as my first spurt actually went high in the air and over the computer hitting the wall behind the desk. I managed to adjust the angle of my erupting prick as I continued shooting streams of cum. They actually made noise as they hit the desk I was cumming so hard. It was like a cannon going off. Aunt Laura stood there watching all this and her tongue flicked along the edge of her red lips.
Finally with a shudder I squeezed the last drop from my head and sank back into the chair. Involuntarily I closed my eyes and moaned softly from the intensity of my orgasm. When I opened my eyes she was gone and the door was closed but I heard the sound of her footfalls receding. Now I had done it. She was probably going to tell my uncle what I had done. Possibly she would demand that the pervert nephew be expelled from her happy home.
I scrambled to clean up the mess after pulling up my pants. I was surprised there was so much cum. It was everywhere but I managed to get it all. After fifteen minutes with no visit from my uncle I relaxed enough to realize that nothing would happen tonight. I changed to a pair of shorts to sleep in and aided by my recent orgasm I was soon asleep.
When I woke the next day I had a morning hard-on caused no doubt by the many dreams of Aunt Laura that I experienced overnight. I jumped in the shower quickly and got myself ready. When I slipped out the house it was silent as I headed off to work. It was busy so for the most part I could avoid thinking about what had taken place. I did know that under the best of circumstances I’d find it hard to meet Aunt Laura’s no doubt disapproving gaze.
After work I met up with some friends and we hung out, first at one of their houses, and then later at the 7-11 parking lot. While there I managed to talk to a pretty blonde girl who came in with her friends. They were going to a party that night and her friends implored her to stop wasting time with a kid when “men” would be at the party. Before leaving Stacy, that’s her name, did give me her number and told me to call her sometime.
My idiot friends acted like fools about it all which convinced me that I was right in not telling them anything about what happened the night before. Later I received a phone call from my uncle wondering what was going on and when I was coming back.
“Sorry Uncle John, after work I met up with some of my friends and I grabbed something to eat. I’ll be there later, not too late I promise. From now on I’ll let you guys know what my plans are. My parents are used to it but I should have let you know.”
“It’s ok Jim, just Laura was worried about you. You know how women worry. Have a good time and I’ll see you soon.”
The mention of her name reminded me why I didn’t want to get back right away. Then one of the older guys from the neighborhood came by and left us with some beers. More as a distraction I had two or four of them. I slipped in past midnight and crept up the stairs to my room. There came the faint sound of a TV playing in my uncle’s room. After a fast shower to rinse the days cares off me I put on a pair of boxers and went to bed. It took some time to finally welcome Morpheus, as a more delightful vision clouded my mind, but eventually after some delay I slumbered.
It must have been a satisfying dream for me to wake so stimulated I thought the next morning. When my awakening body started to stretch my left arm collided with something soft and warm. My eyes shot open and I would have sat up except a small, tan arm was thrown across my chest.
“Hmmm don’t move Jim we were having such a good time. Don’t you want some fun, hmmm?”
Turning my face I looked into her face a foot from mine. Aunt Laura’s hand slid down my torso and settled on top of my covered erection and gave it a light squeeze. I involuntarily groaned as I felt her touch to the depths of my swollen nuts.
“I think someone has to take care of this for you Jim and I’m volunteering for the job” she said while her fingers worked through the open fly and made contact with my hot flesh.
When I attempted to roll onto my side to face her Aunt Laura rebuffed me.
“No stay on your back Jim and let me take care of you first. You’re about to burst now, you poor thing, just get those boxers off for me.”
Lifting my ass from the bed I pushed them down past my knees but before I could finish she pounced on me and swallowed the engorged head of my prick. I fell back and let her continue with her assault. Aunt Laura encircled the base with her fingers standing it straight up from my body. She crouched there and began to run her tongue all around the swollen head like it was an ice cream cone. She then took it into her mouth again and worked it over with her tongue.
Aunt Laura positioned her body between my legs and as she did the oversized t-shirt she had on rode up to mid thigh showing even more of her tanned legs. She was now sliding my cock as deep into her mouth as she could while drooling all over it. Her saliva ran down the part of the shaft not in her mouth while her small hand worked it into my skin with a light stroking motion.
Aunt Laura increased the tempo of her sucking as my head hit the back of her warm mouth repeatedly. She was making little noises as her full mouth stretched to accommodate my thickness. When her free hand caressed my swollen balls it triggered a powerful response from my over stimulated equipment.
“Fuck Aunt Laura I’m going to cum” I managed to gasp out as I felt the fluid pulsing up my shaft.
She pulled her mouth off me causing a disappointed cry to escape my lips. Aunt Laura grabbed my cock and pumped it rapidly as it exploded into the air before landing on my chest, stomach and the bed. As each spurt came out Aunt Laura ooohed and aaahed like it was a show. After six or seven shots just a little more oozed from the head. She leaned it and licked it clean causing me to let out another moan. When she squeezed out and ate every last drop she looked up at me and smiled.
“Did you like that Jim, did it feel good what I did?” she asked. Then before even giving me a chance to answer her, Aunt Laura crawled forward and began to lick up the sperm that landed on my torso. As she did I roused myself into action and slid my hand to her leg where I pulled up the material of her shirt until it was above her waist. Aunt Laura had on a tiny black thong underneath.
When my hand crept between her thighs she shuddered slightly and as I felt the smooth fabric I realized there was a damp spot there. Back and forth the knife edge of my hand went rubbing against her covered mound causing Aunt Laura to begin squirming. She writhed up my body and leaned down and kissed me. Eagerly I returned her kiss and pulled her supple body against mine. We continued to kiss as she now ground her pelvis against mine.
Rolling us over so I was on top of her, I began to shower her neck and collarbone with kisses. As I worked down her body my hand advanced ahead, rubbing her pussy again and making her respond by pushing her mound against my hand. When I kissed her belly her legs spread wider. I knelt upright and took a hold of her waistband with both hands and pulled with a smooth motion until her thong slid down past her feet.
When I turned my gaze upon her naked pussy for the first time I was frozen for a minute by its beauty. Aunt Laura had a small landing strip of pubic hair leading to the most delectable pussy I could imagine. It was pink with puffy lips which glistened with her secretions and her hard little nub peeked halfway out of its hood. I was momentarily speechless on seeing my first live pussy close up. Aunt Laura broke the spell I was under when she reached a hand down and spread her lips apart with her fingers.
“Are you going to eat it or do you just want to look at it?” she asked before giggling.
“I so want to eat you” I replied “but I’m not sure what to do. I’ve never done it before.”
“You mean you never went down on your little girlfriend what’s her name before?” Aunt Laura asked incredulously.
“Vanessa would never let me” I truthfully answered. “She felt she would get too excited and lose control and might let me, you know…”
“Fuck her you mean.”
“Yeah” I said embarrassed.
“And what would be wrong with that, I plan on letting you, I mean demanding that you fuck me with that big cock of yours” Aunt Laura said with a wicked grin.
I smiled back at her just imagining losing my virginity to this hot, older woman who was also married to my uncle.
“Vanessa isn’t a virgin, but she told me her old boyfriend hurt her when they did it and because I’m bigger down there than he was she figured I’d really hurt her.”
“Such a silly girl” Aunt Laura replied “if she would have taken the time to become properly lubricated she could have really enjoyed herself with you. But on a positive note that means I get to. So Jim does that mean that you’re still a virgin?”
Hanging my head I softly said “Yes”.
“Don’t worry you won’t be for long but first I want you to lick my pussy so I’m nice and wet. Then you can put that monster in me. Your uncle is much smaller and I’m not used to one your size so get busy.”
My ego swelled hearing that I was much larger and at this moment I was so horny that I felt no guilt over having sex with my uncle’s wife. I brought my head down so close that I could smell her intoxicating musky odor. My tongue stretched out and for the first time I tasted a woman’s nectar. It tasted great and I started to lap away like crazy. I made up for my inexperience with unbounded enthusiasm and energy as well as a natural intuitiveness. My tongue was as fast as a buzz saw and when Aunt Laura’s reaction would show me she liked something I would file it away in my mind while continuing to do it.
I’d seen videos so I knew to start paying attention to her clit. When I first flicked it with my tongue her body shuddered so I continued to massage it with the tip of my tongue. Aunt Laura really liked this and I discovered she was a moaner. She began letting out a series of moans getting progressively louder and punctuated with comments.
“That’s a good boy Jim, keep licking your Aunt Laura like that. Ooh I love how your tongue feels, don’t stop.”
There was no way I would have stopped short of being struck down by some calamitous event. Her juices were coating my chin as they flowed freely from her and she was rocking her hips slightly side to side now.
“I’m close Jim, so close. Please put your finger inside me now” she ordered with a desperate edge to her voice.
I didn’t need to be told twice. Instantly I pushed my index finger into her wet opening and with a slurping sound it swallowed me whole. As Aunt Laura began to tremble I worked a second digit into her womanly depths. She grabbed my hair while pushing her cunt forward on my fingers and let out a wail as her body trembled from her release. I continued tonguing her button as her pussy clamped on my fingers and her body shook. Finally Aunt Laura’s muscles relaxed and using both hands she lifted my head from her and looked into my eyes.
“Were you pulling my leg Jim? You said you never did that before, then you’re a natural at eating pussy.”
Smiling from her praise I attempted to resume my oral attention but Aunt Laura refused to let me. She actually pulled me up towards her by my hair.
“You can go back to that later in fact I want to sit on your handsome face. But first I want that cock of yours inside me baby.”
That sounded great I had to admit. Finally I would lose my virginity and to my absolutely smoking Aunt. One of her hands took my shaft just below the head as I positioned my body between her outstretched thighs. She rubbed the head against the outside of her swollen pink lips a few times smearing her juices on my head making it slippery. Aunt Laura pulled my face to hers and kissed me hard, then slipped her agile tongue between my lips. When I started to suck on it she guided my head between her soaked lips.
We both moaned from the pleasure of our first joining. Slowly I sank into the depths of her paradise, her tight love muscle enveloping me. When I was halfway in she paused to lift her legs up in the air and hook them around my waist. She broke our kiss long enough to give me instructions.
“Take it nice and slow to start with. Work it back and forth and go a little deeper a bit at a time until I adjust to you my big nephew.”
My hips began to move to the unspoken rhythm of love, moving slowly at first but as we went on starting to increase the tempo while also working more of my cock into her. Aunt Laura was making unintelligible sounds now. They almost sounded like words but not quite. Her hand had slid down to near the base of my shaft and when I started to move rapidly in her she gripped it tightly at the base and squeezed hard.
“Slow it down a little baby, make it last” she whispered in my ear “nice and steady until we can’t take it any more.”
Following her lead I began to move my hips in a more controlled way but I also managed to reach as deep as she could take me. I continued my thrusting and Aunt Laura’s eyes were closed now and her moans became louder and closer together. When she cried out in passion and dug her fingernails into my back I lost the control I had been showing.
My cock began pounding her hard and fast and I felt my heart begin to race. The only question in my mind was whether I would cum before my heart burst from my efforts. To be honest at that moment as long as I came I don’t think I would have cared. My hips became a blur but when Aunt Laura recovered her wits enough to squeeze me with her velvety soft muscle I lost it. My back arched as I felt my cum surge thru me and into her waiting tunnel. I collapsed onto her soft, warm body as jet after jet filled her womanhood with my seed. When I recovered enough to move I kissed Aunt Laura slowly and passionately until her toes curled and she wrapped her limbs around me.
“You naughty boy. Driving me even crazier than I was. Since I saw you stroking yourself that is all I can think of. I practically attacked your uncle that night but now I’ve had the real thing and its sooo good.”
She kissed my cheek and then rolled off the bed and stood up.
“Get in the shower and then come down for breakfast. You are going need the energy, if I’m not mistaken you don’t have to work today. Don’t worry I plan on working you hard.”
Laughing from her innuendo Aunt Laura picked her clothing up and sauntered her way to the door, her sculpted ass teasing me. I felt myself twitch as I sat up at the edge of the bed. It was now official that I was a man. After a fast shower I put on a pair of lounge pants and slippers and headed downstairs. The smell of coffee brewing guided me to the kitchen where Aunt Laura was wearing an apron as she cooked eggs on the stove but nothing was on underneath it.
“Sit down and eat, there’s a bowl of fruit to start with.”
“I’d rather eat you again” I said attempting to embrace her.
Aunt Laura deftly sidestepped me and pointed at the table. Reluctantly I sat and picked an orange from the bowl and peeled it. In a minute she placed a plate with scrambled eggs in front of me and kissed the top of my head.
“How do you take your coffee Jim?”
“Black with sugar, just a little though. I don’t like my coffee as sweet as you.”
She groaned and swatted me for my pun before placing my coffee on the table. Aunt Laura plucked a peach from the bowl and began to nibble daintily on it. Watching her mouth work on the fruit made my hard-on like a steel beam. I doubt my food stayed long enough in my mouth for me to taste it as I gobbled it down. Standing I selected a juicy looking peach and took a bite from it. I stepped next to Aunt Laura and pushed the top of the apron aside before rubbing the peach against her shapely breast.
She groaned as the juices coated her small, perfectly formed tit. I ground it into her pink nipple before replacing it with my eager mouth. I sucked hard on her causing her to dig her fingers into my arm. I smeared her other breast with the peach then started to work a sticky trail downward. I followed the juice trail first to her breast, before my tongue traced and lapped up the peach juice mixed with her sweet sweat.
Aunt Laura gasped when I lifted her up and sat her at the edge of the table. My cock was so hard I just wanted to jam it in her but somehow I resisted. Crouching before her I placed her legs on my shoulders. Then I buried my face in what I figured was the worlds tastiest pussy. My tongue snaked its way between her lips and explored the walls of her vagina. Reaching as deep as I could, I spun and twirled my tongue while Aunt Laura went crazy.
There was pre-cum oozing from my head so I pushed my pants down as I continued sodomizing Aunt Laura. Her breathing was becoming rapid and uneven and when I withdrew my tongue and instead sucked her hard clit into my lips she screamed and I was rewarded with her delicious nectar flooding out.
I stood up keeping her legs on my shoulders and began to slide my engorged prick on the outside of her wet lips. Her eyes pleaded silently for me to penetrate her opening but I was enjoying teasing a woman for a change. They always had me horny and feeling out of control so it was nice to return the favor.
My left hand caressed her firm ass cheek while my right pushed down on my shaft keeping it pressed to the wet furrow of Aunt Laura’s sopping pussy. Again and again I rubbed it against her clit driving her crazy. She was now practically begging for it.
“Oh put your cock in me Jim, I need it so bad. Stop being a bastard and give your Aunt what she needs. Fill me up baby, I want it so bad.”
Her dirty talk was too much for me so I slid my swollen head to her gates and squeezed in the tip. My plan had been to tease her some more but once I felt her lips part then close around me I lost all cognitive ability. My hips thrust forward driving into Aunt Laura as far as she could take. There was no control or thought from us right now. I fucked her like an animal and she responded in kind. While I pounded her sweet pussy her nails carved her claim to my body.
If I hadn’t already come twice today I surely wouldn’t have lasted two minutes. In spite of that I knew I wouldn’t last long and didn’t care. This was what paradise must be like I thought as I slid in and out of her. My mouth fastened onto a sweet, sticky breast as I felt nirvana approach. For the second time that day I released inside her. My body shuddered with each spurt until my balls felt empty. Slowly I withdrew my now softening dick. Aunt Laura wasted no time in sliding off the table and crouching before me whereupon she took my sensitive member between her lips.
My cry of anguished pleasure caused her to meet my gaze with her own. Her brown eyes twinkled and she raised an eyebrow as her tongue continued to lick my head. There is no telling what would have happened next as we were both startled by the unexpected sound of the front door slamming closed. We both froze.
“Hello is anyone here? It’s me Ashley.”
My younger cousin had shown up unannounced.
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CHAPTER 3
We woke in the early morning—I had set the alarm. I let Marta use the toilet first and I was going to wait until the room was free before using the toilet myself. However, Marta had other ideas. “Don’t tell me you’re shy, not after seeing me in the tub, and not after last night. Oh no, Mister—get in here and pee now.”
So I did—I peed while she watched. “Happy now?” I asked her. She shook her head “yes” as she brushed her teeth with my toothbrush. She was dressed quickly—I still had to shave, but we were done and ready to go in less than an hour. Once again we stopped at the deli for breakfast and lunch. This time I ordered a roast beef sub while Marta ordered chicken salad. I still had the worms from yesterday kept fresh in the refrigerator so we launched the boat and I parked in the first stall I could find. Again the engine started right up and we headed out of the harbor.
“It’s really beautiful,” Marta commented. “It’s much nicer on the water in this little old boat than it was on David’s big yacht. Why is that do you think?”
“You obviously like me better,” I joked, but one look from Marta told me I was right. I extended my hand to her while I accelerated through the inlet, following the GPS’s directions to the sunken yacht. I found it easily using the combination of the GPS and sonar fish finder. I anchored and allowed the boat to drift back over the wreck. I tied off the anchor line and made ready, working my way into the wet suit, checking my regulator, mask, and fins. I also took my light. I expected visibility of ten to twelve feet, but having my own light source would be really helpful in dark areas. I hung two fishing lines into the water so anyone passing by would think we were fishing. In reality the hook-less lines hung just below the surface. I tied the thin nylon line to my belt, instructing Marta. Finally I loaded the Glock and clipped the holster to my weight belt. I wouldn’t use a buoyancy compensator on this dive—too bulky to explore the interior of the yacht. I took my first breath from the tank and jumped over the side.
I finned down easily. The water was only thirty-five feet deep so the top of the yacht was less than twelve feet below the surface. It had sunk in a virtually upright position, making inspection of the hull challenging, but enabling an easy inspection of the boat’s interior. First, I checked the hull; it was exactly as I expected. So was the boat’s interior. Next, I found Marta’s purse, exactly where she told me it would be. Then I began my search; in less than ten minutes I had found exactly what I wanted to know; now to break the news to Marta.
I broke the surface right behind my boat. I called to Marta to help. I handed her the sodden purse, water dripping from the seams. I thought she might need her ID; almost everything else would be ruined, although it might be possible to dry out any cash. She took my fins and mask, placing them on the deck inside the boat. Next I removed the tanks and pushed them up into the engine well at the stern. Now I was able to climb up the ladder. I peeled off the wet suit and toweled myself dry. I placed the Glock in my bag, unloading it in the process. I secured the tanks and pulled in the anchor. We left the area in less than ten minutes. I anchored in a prime fishing area just off Crane’s Neck and baited two hooks, lowering them to the bottom; I handed one to Marta.
“Sorry, Marta, I wanted to get away from the wreck so others wouldn’t know it’s there. I know you’re curious so I’ll tell you what I found—nothing…absolutely nothing. There wasn’t a single bullet hole in the hull, deck, or anywhere, but the sea cocks had been opened. That’s what flooded the boat. Also, there was no sign of your boyfriend. Last night I was thinking—how did this other boat find you at night in the middle of the Sound? Believe me this is much harder than you think unless you want to be found. I think your “boyfriend” faked the whole thing. I don’t know for sure that you were supposed to die, but I do know he left that boat in good condition. Those guys were probably friends of his. I can prove it with a phone call.”
I pulled out my cell. Now that we were only a few hundred feet from shore I knew I’d pick up a cell tower. I called my childhood buddy Jimmy. He was high up in the Long Island mob through his father who was only a step or two below the Don, last time I’d heard. He answered on the second ring, ”Hey, Pete, how’s the teacher?
“Great, Jimmy, how’s…what the hell is it that you do, anyway?” We both laughed at that until I got to the point. “Jimmy, I need to know something. Did anyone from the city take out a guy named…” I looked at Marta for the name before continuing, “David Cartwright. I hear he’s a gambler who’s in the hole…big time from what I’m told. No, I can’t explain now, but I think I will be able to when you call me back.”
“OK, Petey, give me an hour or so and how about calling sometime when you don’t need a favor. Bye.” I explained who Jimmy was and Marta cringed in fear. “Don’t worry,” I told her. “This whole thing stinks. It’s not a mob thing. They don’t usually kill someone who owes them money—they want it too badly. I think this could be David’s attempt to disappear. You’re supposed to go to the police and tell them about the mob hit and how David is lost forever in the water. Then he’ll be in the clear to start over. I’ll bet he has some money stashed somewhere. Either that or he’s taken a big insurance policy on your life.”
Marta looked really down as she realized what a loser her ex-boyfriend was. I was just about to pull her chin up with my finger when her rod bent in two. She jumped up screaming, “What do I do? What do I do?” much to the amusement of the fishermen in nearby boats. I gave her some quick lessons and slowly the fish approached the boat. I was able to net it when she finally brought it to the surface. When I weighed it the scale read just over a very respectable three pounds. I put it into the live well, congratulating Marta on a job well done. That’s when she asked how big blackfish can get. “My biggest is a ten-pounder; the world record is twenty-five.”
“Oh God, it was all I could do to pull that one in. What will I do if I get a really big one?” I laughed at her expression before telling her she had to catch it first. That made her determined. She concentrated on fishing which was great—it took her mind off her asshole boyfriend.
We fished for about two hours, catching a few more fish, losing bait to a lot more. We kept four and threw three smaller ones back. They were big enough to keep, but we could afford to be generous. We were both startled when the phone rang. “Hi, Jimmy,” I began.
“OK, Petey, here’s the scoop. Some heavy guys are really looking for this guy…seems he owes more than a quarter mill, and that’s not including the vig (interest). Wanna tell me what this is all about?” I explained everything including my two theories while Jimmy listened patiently. Then he interrupted. “Listen carefully, my good friend, I’m sending a couple guys over to keep an eye out. Most people would never see them—they’re really good—but you probably will. I don’t want to open the paper some day and see that you’re a statistic. Don’t tell me to mind my own business. That’s exactly what I am doing. Bye.”
“We’re going to have some company—some of Jimmy’s boys. We’ll be able to sleep soundly. I have to go back to work on Tuesday, but I think you should stay. This way I’ll be sure you’re safe. You can stay as long as you want, and, to be honest, I’d like you to.” Marta put her head on my shoulder and was about to kiss me when some damned stupid fish took her bait. She jumped to her feet, playing the fish as she slowly brought it to the boat. She was really struggling. “It must be a big one, I can barely move it,” she managed to get out between gasps. It seemed that every time she made any progress the fish would pull line against the drag. I knew that, in time, she would wear the fish down, but I kept my mouth closed, allowing her to concentrate on the fish. It was almost twenty minutes later that I could see the fish about three feet below the water and it was big. I encouraged her by rubbing her shoulders and back. She had renewed energy and raised the rod, lifting the exhausted fish to the surface. I netted it immediately and brought it into the boat. I weighed it at just under eight pounds. Marta jumped up and down in excitement and threw her arms around my neck. She kissed me passionately as the other fishermen hooted and howled. However, Marta was not to be deterred; she patted my ass when she broke the kiss. The look in her eyes said it all. She’d be having her way with me as soon as we got home.
That was going to be sooner than I thought—we were out of bait. I pulled the anchor and we left, taking our time as we enjoyed the mild weather on the glassy sea. We took a half hour to reach the dock. I tied off the boat and we walked hand in hand to the truck. I spotted two of Jimmy’s boys lounging against a fence. I nodded as we passed. They ignored me, concentrating on Marta; they wanted to be able to identify her. I wasn’t a potential target; she was. It was their job to make sure she didn’t become one.
I was just about to winch the boat onto the trailer when some guy I never saw before asked if we’d sell him some fish. Marta was about agree when I said, “No, but I will give you one of the smaller ones.” I climbed into the boat and gave him a two-pounder in a plastic bag from Wal-Mart. Once we were in the truck I explained that the fine for selling fish without a license was $500 and I had no idea who that guy was, besides this way I’d have one less fish to clean.
We were home in minutes and I could see Jimmy’s men in the rearview mirror. They parked just up the road where they could see anyone who drove near to the house. I put the fish into a big galvanized tub and added a bag of ice, explaining to Marta that a cold fish was easier to fillet than a warm one. I emptied the boat, removed my diving equipment and electronics, and hosed down the entire boat, trailer, and all the gear; I hooked up the motor to a hose and flushed the interior, something I had learned to do as a kid. Then I pulled up a folding chair and covered half of the fish tub with a piece of plywood. I sharpened the knife for a few minutes on a whetstone until it was again razor sharp. Marta brought out a fork and two plastic bags—one for the fillets and the other for the racks–the skeletons.
I’ve had a lot of practice filleting going back to my days as a teenager. I filleted the four fish in no time, even removing the lateral bones that plague blackfish eaters and removing the skin by holding it with the fork and running the sharp knife against it, much like shaving. I ran some skewers through some of the thick meat. I’d add some tomatoes and peppers later for grilling. Now I was ready for a shower. I had installed an outside shower in the back yard especially for times like this. I led Marta to the back yard and began to remove my shirt and shoes. Marta got involved by removing my shorts and underwear over my “strong” objections. Then she joined me. “Good thing you don’t have any neighbors,” she whispered. We soaped each other, taking plenty of time with those special places on each other’s bodies. We were almost done when I heard the alarm. I pushed Marta to the ground and dove for my pistol. I looked up in relief—it was a deer! My heart was in my throat as we both sighed and laughed uncontrollably. I pulled Marta up and dried her carefully as she gave me that look again. I opened the back door, put the fish in the fridge, and walked hand in hand to the bedroom.
We had barely reached the door when the phone rang. I answered it—it was Jimmy. I thanked him for the bodyguards and listened while he asked a question. I turned to Marta, “What’s your surname? Jimmy says he’ll explain tomorrow. We’re going to a party.”
“Vanek,” Marta replied, “but, why…?”
“Jimmy,” I spoke into the phone, “Vanek…yeah, V…A…N…E…K, right Marta?” She nodded and I confirmed with Jimmy. “OK, two at Papa’s…see you then.” I sat Marta on the bed and tried to explain, “Jimmy and his dad have a lot of connections…things and people that you and I could never imagine. I think Papa had an idea why you were almost killed. I get the impression he doesn’t think it was an accident. Oh, I should explain—I spent so much time at Jimmy’s when I was a kid I always call his parents ‘Mama’ and ‘Papa.’”
Marta pulled me to the bed, “Now that you know my name, don’t you think I should know yours?”
“Oh God, you’re going to laugh…let me start by telling you the kids used to call me ‘Peter the Penis’ and it wasn’t because my organ was any bigger than anybody else’s. My name is…Peter Peter Manning. I have the same first and middle name. Isn’t that ridiculous? I’ve been thinking of changing it.”
“What would you change it to?”
I don’t know…anything would be better. Did you ever hear that nursery rhyme, “Peter, Peter, pumpkin eater? Well, the kids used to call me, ‘Peter, Peter, peter eater.’ Oh, come on, don’t laugh…not you, too?” I started laughing with her.
She fell back onto the bed, pulling me with her. We laughed for several minutes before she stopped, looked me in the eyes, stared for a few seconds, and pulled me into a sensational kiss. There was real emotion, and, if I didn’t know better I would have thought real love, in this kiss. Her lips ground into mine, her tongue sought mine hungrily, sucking it into her mouth and savoring it. Marta broke the kiss, moved to the center of the bed, and spread her legs, raising her ankles high. I moved between her legs, noticing how wet and glistening her pussy was. I leaned forward for a taste—she was fresh and clean and delicious. I climbed forward as she guided me straight into her waiting cunt. I entered her fully in a single thrust as Marta gasped and wrapped her legs around my waist. We began moving together—thrust for thrust, breath for breath. She leaned up as I leaned down; we kissed as our passion rose until suddenly we held our breath and exhaled a scream of ecstasy. We came and came; I knew I had never experienced anything like this before. Eventually, it ended and I whispered to Marta, “Wow!”
“Yes,” Marta agreed, “I think you drowned my poor pussy.”
“Speaking about drowning…should I be concerned about a little Peter?”
“Oh, Peter, you’re so cute. No, I had something put under my skin. It’s so much easier than taking a pill every day, besides I’m so forgetful. I could have it removed, if you want.”
I knew she was just flirting, but the idea had a certain appeal, so I replied, “Hmmm, not yet.” I kissed her again.
“Tell me about this party. I think I’ll need some new clothes. The things we bought are OK around the house, but not for a party. Now that I have my credit cards….”
“No, Marta, if someone’s out to get you using the card will be a dead giveaway. We can go out early tomorrow, but believe me you’ll be dressed fine if we don’t. Jimmy’s family is really down to earth. You know—slobs!”
“Oh Peter, that’s a terrible thing to say.”
“You haven’t seen us in action. I’m probably the only person alive who can get away with teasing and insulting Jimmy’s father. They’ll give it to me just as much, don’t worry.” I got up, pulling Marta behind me and dressed. I prepared the vegetables, quartering tomatoes, slicing green peppers, and parboiling onions. I added everything to the skewers, alternating fish with veggies. I started the grill—a Weber I had bought cheap from Jimmy. I frequently prayed that I wouldn’t be arrested for receiving stolen goods. I brushed the kebabs with extra virgin olive oil and set the timer. While everything was cooking I stripped and oiled the Glock. It was an expensive pistol and I might want to use it in the future; hell, I might need to use it in the future. I turned the kebabs after five minutes on very low heat, painted again with the oil, and returned to finish cleaning the weapon. Marta was all questions so I went out of my way to answer her. I had just finished when it was time to eat. I broke out two bottles of beer and we dug in. Marta told me that she loved fish but had never heard of blackfish before. I assured her she was in for a treat. Blacks caught in September and October always tasted like crab, their primary food all summer and fall; spring blacks weren’t quite as crabby tasting, but they were still delicious as Marta soon discovered.
CHAPTER 4
We walked into Macy’s about five minutes after it opened. The women’s department was right on the first floor just inside the entrance. What does that tell you? Women obviously buy much more than men. Luckily for me Marta was a quick shopper—I hate shopping. She looked at maybe five tops and another five sets of black Capri’s before settling on the ones she liked best. I thought she was stunning in all of them, not that I was prejudiced. After the outfit came some costume jewelry and a new pair of matching sandals. It took us an hour.
We returned home, Jimmy’s men with us all the way even though they looked way out of place in the women’s clothing department. I made us a light lunch—a salad—and explained why. Mama would prepare enough food for feed a small third world nation even though there would be fewer than ten people there. We left at one. I stopped at the car to tell Jimmy’s men where we were headed. They just nodded and commented that they could use a little time off. Even the White House wasn’t as secure as Papa’s estate.
We drove west on the Northern Parkway; I hated driving on the LIE—the Long Island Expressway—disparagingly called the world’s longest parking lot by commuters almost every day. The government has made numerous improvements over the years including extra lanes, faster and safer interchanges, everything, but the traffic continues to grow. We exited in Dix Hills and drove north to Centerport. I pulled up to a wrought iron gate built into a high stone fence. I didn’t have to identify myself—I’d been a frequent visitor over the years. “Hi, Pete,” the gate guard, a man I knew as Marco, said, “so this is the mermaid, eh? You do have all the luck. You armed?” When I pointed to the car behind me he laughed, “No need, huh?” I laughed and he opened the gate.
We drove up the drive almost a quarter mile. I knew there would be a reception committee and I wasn’t disappointed. Mama, Papa, Jimmy and his wife, along with his sisters Marianne, and Celia were all there to greet us. I climbed out of the truck and opened the door for Marta who was obviously nervous. I made the introductions—we hugged and kissed everyone as I had told Marta to do– as Jimmy shook his head, “You are one lucky S.O.B. Only you would find a model. Excuse me, Marta, but if you knew this guy like I do you’d understand. If he stepped in cow manure (he’d never cuss in front of Mama) it’d turn to gold when he tried to scrape it off. C’mon in. We have some news for you.”
Marta and I joined Papa and Jimmy in Papa’s office—the women took no part in family business. First, Jimmy turned on the TV—a recording of an earlier CNN broadcast. There was Marta’s asshole boyfriend telling how he had fought off pirates in Long Island Sound, being thrown from the boat into the cold water. He had been lucky when some boaters off the coast of Mystic had heard him and picked him up, but by then his yacht and fiancé were gone. “Fiance? Since when?” Marta exclaimed.
“That, I’m afraid, is the good news, Marta,” Papa whispered. In all the time I’d known him I had never heard him raise his voice. I guess when you have the power he has there’s no need to yell. “James, please give this pad and pen to Marta. Please sign your name three times quickly.”
James brought the pad to Marta who was sitting close to me on a nearby loveseat. Marta shot me a questioning look, but I told her, “Do it, you can trust Papa and Jimmy.” She took the pen in hand and wrote. Her penmanship was exquisite, exactly what I would have expected from an artist. She handed it back to Jimmy who returned to his father’s desk. Papa looked it over and smiled. He nodded to Jimmy who left the room as Papa moved Jimmy’s chair in front of us.
“First, Marta I owe you an apology. I had to check your signature with the one on this paper—it’s not the same and that’s what I wanted to see. I needed to be sure you were everything my ‘son’ Peter says you are. My first obligation is to protect him, and now that obligation extends to you. Let me explain. Today is May 30th; on April 10th your David Cartwright and a woman who claimed to be Marta Vanek bought million dollar life insurance policies on each other at a Prudential office in Manhattan. Subsequently, they underwent physical exams because of the amount of the policies. Ms. Vanek—not you—is five feet seven inches tall and weighs 135 pounds. I venture you’ve never weighed anything close to that and you’re obviously taller. She had light brown hair and brown eyes. Yours are obviously blue. At the same time he told the Martucci brothers that he would be getting a windfall that would enable him to pay the debt he owes them–$264,000 at five percent interest.”
Papa hesitated for a second when Marta seemed to ask a question. “That’s five percent a WEEK,” I told her.
“Is that legal?”
“The Martucci’s do not operate a bank and it is also illegal to gamble with money one does not have as Mr. Cartwright did. It would appear that you were to be that windfall, my dear, especially if your body was never to be recovered. I’m sorry. We heard on the news that he has directed the authorities to the wrong area of the Sound. If the boat were taken as he has indicated it might never be found. No boat—no body—no discrepancy between the description and the actual body. For all anyone would know you could be deep in the ocean.” Marta hesitated only a second before crying into my chest. I placed my arm around her protectively as Jimmy reentered holding a cell phone. I recognized it as a cheap pre-paid and untraceable unit. No doubt it would disappear later this afternoon. “This will be Vincent Martucci who is, fortunately, a good friend of my son. Vincent,” Papa spoke into the phone, “how nice of you to take my call on your holiday. I have information for you in this matter we have been discussing. Your friend was involved in an insurance scam that would have raised him one million dollars. Luckily, he has failed. I say that because his innocent victim sits before me this very moment. I am placing her under my personal protection. I want to be sure you understand. There will be no further attempts on her life, or heads will roll. I suggest you find this young man soon. My step-son who is a civilian will contact the police sometime this evening and I doubt they will do anything until tomorrow morning, so that’s how much time you have. Be careful—I believe they will involve the Feds.”
After listening for a minute he continued, “I will have four of my best men—uniformed and armed guards—with her every second until I know this matter is over. Yes…yes…thank you, Vincent. Same to you and regards to your father and brother.” He hung up. “That’s done, let’s join the others.” He rose and pulled Marta up. He hugged her, telling her that he considered her a part of his family now. “Speaking of family,” Papa continued, “give me your address. I’ll have someone contact your parents. I’m sure they’re devastated.” She was safe. Marta hugged him back thanking him over and over for everything he had done.
We joined the others out by the pool. Marta asked why we didn’t buy a suit for her. “Because Mama and Papa always have a load of suits—brand new—in their cabanas; this way I can turn you over to Marianne and Celia—they’ll take care of you.” Celia came right over, took Marta by the arm and led her away. I went to the Men’s cabana, quickly finding my suit on a hook marked “Peter.” I returned quickly to speak with Jimmy, my lifelong best friend, when I heard a muffled, “…but I can’t wear that,” followed by some giggles and other indecipherable comments. Jimmy was facing the cabana when he suddenly gasped, “Un…f-ing believable!”
“James, get those eyes back in your head if you know what’s good for you, besides that’s Petey’s girl.” It was Andrea, Jimmy’s wife. I turned for find Marta wearing an incredibly tiny suit. The top was two small triangles of shiny black cloth held together by a golden circle and the thinnest gold straps I’d ever seen. It did a magnificent job of showcasing her already fantastic body. It clung to her hips like a second skin; I could just make out her camel toe. The sides of her breasts bulged out the sides of each triangle of what could barely be called a bra. I couldn’t help myself. I was drawn to her like iron to a magnet.
“You look incredible,” I whispered when I was at her side, “even more incredible than usual.”
“You haven’t seen the back yet,” she whispered sheepishly. Rather than walk around her I placed my hands on her shoulders and felt my way down all the way to her bare cheeks where my hands stopped. Marta looked up and laughed, “You’re even redder than I am.”
She was right I was blushing as I turned to a grinning Celia. “Celia,” I shouted in mock indignation, “What have you done to my…?”
“Go ahead, Petey, say it…girlfriend!” Then she laughed some more. I had to stop and think—girlfriend? Was Marta my girlfriend? I was sure she was grateful—she had told me that herself, but did it go beyond that? I looked down at her and I had my answer. “OK, Celia—what did you do to my girlfriend?” That’s when Marta turned my head and pulled me into a brief but passionate kiss. She broke it after a few seconds. “You know,” I whispered, “there’s only one way to hide that butt.” I picked her up, turned, and we fell together into the pool.
We surfaced a few seconds later, Marta still in my arms. “I’ll get even with you for that. Just you wait and see.” She pushed away demonstrating an outstanding stroke as she crossed the pool. I followed quickly, savoring the warmth of the heated pool. Soon Jimmy and Andrea joined us. Andrea spoke first, ”I’m really sorry for what happened to you, Marta, but if it didn’t we would never have had the opportunity to meet you. I’m glad we did.” She came over to her and hugged her as Jimmy and I grinned. I really loved Andrea; she was great for Jimmy. We chatted and joked and Mama, who never used the pool, brought over some cold beer. She sat nearby as she joined the conversation. They learned all about Marta, even some things she hadn’t told me. She was having a wonderful time, forgetting all about how her ex had tried to kill her. Then she decided it was time to get even. “I need some lotion or I’ll burn to a crisp.”
We climbed out of the pool and I helped her dry off. Celia produced a tube of Banana Boat, SPF 30. “OK, want me to do your back?”
“Among other things,” Marta replied, “actually, I want you to do all of it.” After I had turned red again she continued, “I told you I’d get even.” Now I may have been a little embarrassed but I could envision thousands of guys who would volunteer for this job, so I got to it. I began with her back, making sure to cover the sides of her breasts. When I moved down I rubbed the slippery lotion into each of her glorious ass globes before moving down to her silken thighs. I finished with her ankles and feet.
I spun her around and began again at the top with her face and neck. I stopped for a few seconds at her breasts, but it was mostly for effect. I especially enjoyed the space between—her cleavage. “You’re enjoying this too much,” she whispered to me just loud enough for everyone to hear.
“You got that right!” I almost screamed much to everyone’s amusement. We sat in the lounges and talked and laughed some more.
We left the pool around four when Papa called us. “I have news for you. Arthur just called—that’s Vincent’s brother, Marta. It seems they found Mr. Cartwright who was somewhat astonished to learn you were still alive. He tried to bribe them to dispose of you, but, of course, they refused. They will address the matter of his debt shortly before they leave him later this evening. Peter, when you go home tonight I think you should call the police. In fact, go directly to the FBI. Tell them….”
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