0 comments/ 25469 views/ 0 favorites Games People Play By: freddie long-leg I'm at the airport waiting . . . waiting. And as I do so, my mind wanders off. She came loudly. I loved it when she came. She was so alive and it burst forth from her like a broken damn . . . but this time it was different . . . The first time she ever came with a man was almost two years ago. I hadn't seen her in more than fifteen years and in that time she had gotten married and had two kids. When I last saw her - in HS - she was a girl of fifteen. She had a beautiful face, the most captivating eyes and an unmatched depth of character. She also had a look. You could always tell what she was thinking, or desirous of. It was her attitude and beautiful face that first caught my eye. And I fell in love with her then, and I am in love with her now. But it wasn't to be then - maybe not even now - but, we will forever be linked as lovers. Then and now. As I said, I hadn't seen her in a very long time. We were going to have a reunion of sorts in Las Vegas. Periodically a group of us that went to HS got together and had reunions. We went to a school overseas and it wasn't exclusive to any one class, so it couldn't be classified as a class renion; but, rather a school reunion. This time it was to be in Vegas. We had been out of touch for a long time. I didn't know where she was. What her situation was. How she felt. Nothing. And then news came to me about the reunion, and she was in charge of data gathering. It started off innocently enough. I asked past mutual friends about her. How's she doing? What's her situation? What does she look like? Is she happy? Etc., What I heard was discouraging to say the least: She was happily married. Two kids, and being a mother had been good to her. The Titty-Fairy had shown up and left her more than happy. In essence, she was everything I could have hoped she would have been with me. . . but she wasn't. Eventually, she and I got back in touch. It started off with the misfired email or two. And then we became reacquainted over IM. It was awkward at first. Why did I leave like I did? What did she do wrong? Why did I never write? Please come to the reunion . . . I'll make it worth your while . . . It was the last that caught my attention. What could she have meant? Over the months prior to the reunion I discovered her meaning. It turns out, that oft times, those who look from the outside, never really get a clear idea of the true situation. She was in a horrible relationship. True he mad tons of money, and she was never in wont for anything material. But she was terribly unhappy. He was abusive to her in the worst of ways. Sexually, emotionally, and worst of all he had destroyed the person that she was. From what she told me, and I heard from other sources, he was a good O'l Boy from Arkansas, who was as redneck as they come, but with money. So instead of an aluminum John Boat to go fishing in . . he had the latest and greatest. Instead of taking the trailer to a race, he flew himself. Big ol house, on a big ol mountain and the kids and trophy wife were stuck up there. To take out, and show off to his friends, to impress. And he cheated on her. She knew of only one or two times. But where there is smoke, there is fire and I know people like him: Once a cheater, always a cheater. It wasn't a question of sexual need, or desire, but the power that he thought it brought him. It was a question of control. All of this information came out over time. All I knew then, was that she was miserable. And three weeks before the reunion, she showed up at my proverbial front door. She called and told me to pick her up at the airport for my birthday. And what a bday it was. I was more than a little skeptical about her showing up. I thought it was a ruse, or a ploy. A scheme to get back at the man she thought had wronged her years ago. But it turned out to be something so much more. She showed up. A little late, but she was there. And she was a vision of beauty. Short blonde hair. Deep dark tan, and yes, the Chest-Fairy had been kind to her. When I first saw her, the love I had for her was forever confirmed and when I looked into her beautiful eyes: I saw everything I felt reflected in them. It was a wonderful five days she spent with me. She said that the past few months had been terrible and she had filed for divorce. He had been fucking the secretary and she was done with it. IF she would have brought the kids, she would have stayed forever: And been welcomed. Did we have sex? Did we ever! The first night together was a night to remember. She had only had sex with two men before me, and neither of them thought much of including a partner. I did. I viewed it as sharing myself, and of giving and recieiving, not taking. So we made love. We fucked and we had sex. All of them and none at the same time. As I said, I loved to hear her come. And come she did. I remember the first time she came on my cock. She told me, as she was still trembling with mini-orgasms: "I just came on your big dick . . ." And then she pulled me down to kiss me deeply and I started to fuck her. Not make love to her: I fucked her. I wanted her to keep coming on my cock, and at that point it didn't matter if I ever came inside of her. She came and she came and came. So much so that she asked me to stop for a while. In all, I came four times that night. She . . . I don't know, and I'm sure that she has no idea either. Fifteen years was a long time and we tried to catch up in one night. Her trip up there wasn't just a trip of sexual wonders . . . But of getting to know one another again. We caught up, and she opened up to me. Her marriage was a shambles and he was brutal. A cheater, and he thought that a woman's pussy was simply a place to whack off inside of: Wham bam thank you mam, now roll over, sleep in the wet spot, and get me a beer while you're at it. She also told me that she had never had an orgasm with him. Never. Not while he ate her, which he hadn't done in over five years, not while he fucked her. She felt like she was just another toy of his. To be used and left where it dropped when used. She had turned to vibrators to get herself off. She had a collection. Her favorite was the bunny. Looking into my eyes, she told me she would have to get a new one now. A big one, so that she could always remember me. The morning she left, we made love. After she had come many times, I looked into her eyes and asked her if she wanted to try something new. In between half breaths, she nooded. So I asked her to look into my eyes and watch me come. When I did, it triggered her orgasm, and what we both saw was . . . magical, and personal beyond belief. But most of all it was true . . . When she left, later that morning, I was sure we were going to be together for the rest of our lives . . . Sometimes . . . things are not always as they seem . . . I moved to Flordia. In part because I needed a change of scenery, in part because I wanted to be closer to her. In the first six months I was here, I visited her regularly. Everytime was better. Everytime, I felt more in love .. . but something was missing. She wasn't coming to visit me. There were signs. She was going to do the right thing and stay with him: For the children's sake. Not one to destroy a happy household, or one which is at least trying to be that way: I left her alone. The following Valentine's day, I got a tape in the mail. It had no return address, but I knew. She had made a tape for me. I watched as she stripped for me. As she ran her hands over her luscious body and pulled on her huge nipples. I watched mesmerized as she put her fingers in her recently shaved cunt, and plunged them in and out. She introduced the Bunny to me. And I watched as she came all over it. And for the finale she took out the Big Guy. It was huge, and she said it reminded her so much of me, that she saved it for special occassions. When she couldn't live without my touch any more. I watched in awe, as she lowered herself down on it, and she rode my vicarious cock. She came on it again and again. As she did so, she sucked her fingers, her nipples and occassionaly took it out, and sucked the juices off of it as well. When she came the last time, she looked deep into the camera, and I saw her soul. It was the sexiest thing I had ever seen. There she was, in their bed, where they sleep, fuck, and where their kids had been concieved . . and she was fucking herself and sharing it with me. I can't tell you how many times I watched the tape, or how many times I came with her. But I did, and I still do. As I watched it, I knew this was an act of longing, of desire and a scream for help all at the same time. A few days later, the phone calls started . . . What cha doing? That was the way they always started. She has the cutest little Arkansas accent. One that she didn't have when I knew her in our mutual past lives, but one which I cannot ever remember her not having. It started off simple enough. Catching up again. She was still desirous of a life with me, but the realities of her life were making it difficult. She was trying to make it work. But it wasn't going to, and she had finally realized that what was best for her kids, was that she was happy. Therefore, she was going to leave it all. Her lawyer was asking her to wait it out until after a big land deal went through, and then she could really take him to the cleaners . . . fucking laywers!! So that's how it started again. Simple phone calls. Leading to emails, and IM's and finally phone sex. I had never had phone sex before. I always thought it odd, and somehow beneath my dignity. Afterall, coming was either something you did with somone, or completely alone, no? My views on that have changed over time. At first I would listen to her get herself off. Then I would take charge and tell her what to do. What I was doing to her. What I wanted her to do to me. What we were doing . . and then I would listen to her come. ONe thing led to another, and finally she got me to come as well. It was powerful and intoxicating . . and in her mind it was safe. One day, about two weeks ago I got an odd call from her. There was another reunion coming up and she was going to come. It was close to where I was, and she was coming to stay with me during it. But she started to cry. It was then, that her defenses broke down and I got an interesting story. It seems that he knew about her trip to see me for my bday. Not only that, but he got off on the fact that she had fucked me. And was amazed that she came on my cock. So much so, that he stopped having conventional sex with her. The only way he could come was if she started to describe to him how I was. How I was built. How I fucked her. How big my cock was . . etc., I was mesmerized, angry, amazed, ashamed . . all of them at the same time. Then she dropped the bomb. He knew about her coming down to the reunion and he was going to allow her to go: On one condition . . . We were to have phone sex, with him in the room, and I wasn't supposed to know about it. She wanted to see me so bad. She needed to see me. But she didn't know what to do? What to do? That was the question . . . It took me a couple of days to formulate a plan. And formulate one I did. I figured that he was a controller. This was a way to gain control of a situation, over which he had no control. And what was worse, he was trying to make her understand that no matter what she did: It was because he let her. With that in mind, I told her I would do it; but, I would be in control. When the call came, I was ready. Or at least I thought I was. I had a plan, but do plans always work? We would see. . . Whatcha doing? She asked . . . and it started. She had told me before that it would just be her on the phone, so we could talk, but he was going to watch. Is he there? I asked . . . Yes . . . Good. Are you ready? There was a long pause, before she let out a stuttered breath and softly said: Yes. I told her to take get undressed for me. And to desribe her body to me as she did it. I'm wearing the out fit that you liked so much . . . Which one? The black corset with the white thigh high stockings . . . The one you wore last time I was in LR? He didn't know that I had been to Ark, and I knew that it would excite her to know that we were talking about something like that in front of him . . . secrets, secrets, and games . . . Yes . . . that one. Panties? G string . . . black. Are you standing or sitting? Where is he? Sitting . . . Corner. Stand and take off your panties. Sniff them and tell me what you smell? I smell my pussy. It's so wet for you . . . Do you like the smell? Yes. . . Do you wish I was there to smell you? To taste you? Yes . . . Then tell me. . . I wish you were here to smell me. To see how wet I am. How much I need you . . . Good. Now throw your panties at him. I could see the jackass sitting in the corner - dick in hand - startled as his wife threw her panties - panties which he had bought her, but she had never worn for him - at him. I could see him pick them up and smell them and wrap them around his little dick. No lay on the bed. Do you have your toys out? Yes. . . Which ones? The Big Guy, Bunny and the little one. Good. . . .I want you to run your hands over your body and tell me what you're doing, where your hands are, and how much you wish it was me. Deep breath . . .Ok . . . I'm running my hand up and down my leg . . . Don't touch your pussy . . . not yet. I'm not . . . Across my belly . . . Up to my chest . . . Tell me about your nipples. Are the crunchberries hard? Yes . . . very. Call them that . . . Yes . . . the crunchberries are hard . . .and they miss you. Take one of them into your mouth. Suck on it. I want to hear it. I could hear her sucking on her own tits. Back and forth between them. More than that, faintly I could hear a soft moan in the back ground . . . Hold ON I thought, you bastard, you ain't seen nothing yet. Take out the little guy. Turn it on and run it across your body. I heard a slight hum start . . . Hmmmm How does it feel? Good . . . real good. Do you remember that time, by the side of the road. We were in sight of everyone, and I had you bent over the hood of my car? Yes . . . Tell me about it . . . close your eyes and describe it to me . . . It was after you had shown up to town . . . We were just outside of LR and you stopped the car at a rest area. It as late at night and the only other cars on the Highway were trucks . . . What happened? You took me outside . . . Raised my skirt . . . pulled down my panties and fucked me on top of the car . . . In the background I heard a moan. Then what? No. . . I can't . . . Then what? No . . . Please . . . Stop playing with the little guy. Take the big guy out, and put it into your pussy . . I heard her comply. She took a sharp intake of breath as the Big Guy invaded her pussy . . . Just once. Now take it out, and suck on it. I listened as she disobeyed and shoved it back into her pussy a few more times before she started sucking on it. The I said again: Then what? When you came . . . You pulled your big cock out . . . . She was really getting into sucking on the Big Guy now. And? And you came all over my face . . . And? And I cleaned your cock off . . . I sucked our juices off your cock and drank it up. I could only imagine him sitting there now. The realization that his wife had let me come on her face, and that she had cleaned my cock off, when in all the years of marriage she had never once fellated him. There was more to come. . . Up until now, he was a bystander, now he was going to be a humiliated toy, for she and I to play with. Sit up on the edge of the bed. I could hear her moving. Motion for him to come stand in front of you. No . . . Yes But . . . Don't ask . . . I could hear something said, but didn't catch the words. Is he there? Yes . . . Is his little dick hard? Yes . . . Look into his eyes as you suck on the big guy in front of him. I could hear her sucking on it, and could imagine the sight it must have been for him. I had seen her mouth full of cock. He hadn't. Describe my cock to him. Tell him how much you love to suck it and why. Your cock's huge . . . I don't know how long . . . but bigger is better . . . slurp . . . slurp . . .The head is bigger than the rest . . . and you have a bump on your sack . . . Tell me how I like for you to suck my cock. You like it when I kiss it first . . . run my tongue up and down it . . . You like it when I kiss and lick your balls . . . and put them totally into my mouth . . . You like it when I slowly sink down on your shaft . . . I can't take the whole thing . . . but you like it when I try . . . Is he stroking his cock? Yes . . . How wet is your pussy? I'm SO fucking wet . . . Do you want to suck my cock now? YES . . . I want to suck your cock . . . right now: I need to suck your cock . . . Slurp . . . slurp . . . slurp . . . Take the Bunny and put it in your pussy . . . Pop . . . Lay on your side, facing him put his hand on the Bunny. Make him fuck you with it. No . . . Yes . . . Do it . . Make him fuck you . . . think of how good it will feel to have me inside of you . . Think of you and I . . . he isn't even there .. . he's just another toy for us to play with . . . A deep intake of breath . . . she's done it. Are you laying on your side? Are you ready? How does the Bunny feel? It feels good . . . really good. Good . . . Now I want you to him about the time that you went with him to that gun show, and I was there and you sucked me off in the parking lot . . . No . . . Do it! Do you remember that gunshow we went to last Oct? He was there . . . Do you remember how I felt bad . . . and had to go out to the car for a while . . . He was in the parking lot . . . Tell him what you did to me. He was there . . . I got into his car and he drove me around town . . . and I sucked him off. I heard and audible groan. I sucked on his big . . . fat . . . dick. . . . Stroke his cock. WHAT?!? Stroke his cock as you tell him about sucking me off. ok . . .His cock's bigger than yours . . . Almost twice the size . . . and it barely fits in my mouth . . .he comes so much more . . . While she was telling him, she was sucking on the Big Guy . . . Suck his cock now . . .She didn't even hesitate . . in her mind she saw my cock . . it was my cock she was sucking. I could only imagine his wonder as his wife of all those years finally sucked his cock. It was good . . I know, I heard the entire thing. She would go back and forth between the Big Guy and his puny little dick. She was telling him things like, if your cock was as big as his . . . IF you tasted as good as him . . .You KNOW this will never happen again . . . I could hear he was close to coming, but I had other things in mind. Get up on your hands and knees . . . I heard the movement. DON'T Come until I tell you to . . .I heard her command him. That's my girl! Take out Bunny, face away from him . . . put your pussy right in front of his cock . . . Fuck yourself with the Big Guy . . and suck on the Bunny . . . I could hear her fucking herself . . . .It sounded like music to my ears . . her soft moans were mixed with his loud groans . . . I could tell she was getting close . . . so was I. Now came the finale . . . Reach back and put his cock inside of you. No . . . Not that . . . Anything but that . . . HONEY, Listen . . . In your mind it will be me fucking you . . . You will feel me . . . I will be inside of you . . . YOu will come all over my big dick . . . I will be the one coming inside of you . . . Games People Play I have a part-time job with a limo company. It's an easy way to pick up some extra cash, and it's not exactly "brain surgery" if you know what I mean. I should have been keeping some notes on some of the things that have happened, over the years. But, I DO remember one particular passenger, as if it just happened yesterday. Oh, wait---it DID happen just yesterday! I had one of the 11-passenger vans, since I just got back from driving a family of six people home. The dispatcher asked if I would do one more trip, before I called it a day. I agreed, and headed back to the airport, to pick-up my passenger. Now, I've seen a lot of people at the airport---all shapes and sizes. But, when "she" approached my van I was speechless. I was without speech. She was young, tall, blonde, and pretty. And, as the dispatcher opened the door to my van, I also noticed she was wearing a short denim skirt. I notice things like that, because I'm a "leg" man. She only had a small overnight bag with her which she placed on the floor of the van, next to my seat. She then sat down in the bench seat directly behind me, so when I glanced in the mirror I could see her face. I usually don't talk a lot to my passengers, unless they seem to be in the mood to talk. But, I had to find out where we were going, since the dispatcher failed to tell me! "Hi" I said. "I'm Todd. Where are we going today?" "Well, I need to get back to Cleremont College" she stated. "Daddy already paid for the ride, including your tip." "Okay. Cleremont College it is" I said, sounding just a little too cheerful. "It should take about an hour, so just relax. I have a couple CD's up here, if you want some music." I headed down the Interstate and blended into traffic. I sneaked a couple of glances in the mirror at her.....She had the biggest brown eyes I have ever seen. Quite a lovely college girl. "Hey, Todd, is it okay if I sit up there and look at your CD's?" Before I could answer she was climbing into the seat next to me. Now, since we were travelling 70 miles per hour on an interstate highway I couldn't take my eyes off the road for too long. But, I did get a good glance of her, as she made her way up front. Her skirt wasn't a problem for her at all----she simply hiked it up a little, holding it with her right hand and placed her left hand on my shoulder, for balance. She finally plopped down on the seat and exclaimed "Whew. Made it. That was tricky." So, now, in the past 30 seconds, I've seen a lot of her tan legs and thighs. I've seen that she has dark panties on, maybe dark blue or black. My mind is racing like crazy, with thoughts of this beautiful young coed in the front seat of my van. And, as I glance down at the speedometer, I discover I am now going 85 miles per hour! Whoa, Todd...Easy does it...I back it down to 65 and set the cruise control. "Wow," she says. "I love Tom Petty. Can we listen to this?" Naturally, I do ANYTHING for my customers, so I put the CD in. The next 10 minutes go by in silence, with only Tom singing about his house burning down, and that he wouldn't back down, any longer. Finally, she broke the silence. "I'm bored. Will you play a game with me?" "Sure," I said. "But, what's your name, anyway? We still have 45 minutes to go, and I want to know who I'm playing with." "I'm Gina. I'm in grad school at Cleremont, almost finished" "Okay, Gina. What game do you want to play?" "Well," she started, "It's kind of like Truth or Dare. But I simply call it 'I Dare Ya'. I start first, okay?" "Okay" I blurted out. Great, Todd. Witty response. "Hmmm...Let's see..I dare ya to tell me when the last time you had sex was." Wow, I thought to myself. I think I'm going to like this game. "I had sex, let me think, it was four years ago, on a Tuesday." (Hey...humor is my middle name.) Gina then leaned over and gave me a punch in my right arm. "Oh, you liar....I'm sure you've had sex more recently than that! But, for not answering the question correctly, I get to ask you a bonus question. Okay. When was the last time you masturbated?" I wasn't sure this was happening to me. I'm in a van traveling at 65 miles per hour, and a pretty young thing is asking me about my masturbation frequencies. But, I DID agree to play the game. "Well, I had the urge this morning, actually, as I was waking up. So, to answer your question, Gina, I masturbated last approximately 10 hours ago." I looked over at her, and she was smiling at me. Oh, my. "Okay, it's my turn" I said. "Gina, I dare ya to tell me if you're ever had sex in a car, while it was moving." "Well, Todd, you catch on to my game quickly. Well, I've given a guy a blowjob while he was driving, if that qualifies as sex. He said it was the best one he ever had. The bumps in the road helped make him climax with a rush. Okay, it's my turn. Let's turn it up a notch, shall we?" I looked over at Gina, and she was turning in her seat, so she was facing me. Again, I had a nice view of her legs, and her panties. What color are those, anyway, I thought to myself. "Okay, Todd. I dare you to unzip your pants and take out your penis." I managed to say a few words, that only dogs could understand. But, then Gina scooted to the edge of her seat and before I knew it, both of her hands were on my pants. "Oh, silly me," she said. "You can't unzip and drive, now can you? I'll help you." Gina then had my belt unbuckled and my zipper down, before I could say a word. Not that I could talk. I was without speech, again. "Do you have a name for it" Gina asked? "Let's call him Little Todd. Come out and play, Little Todd. Gina wants to hold you." She had my cock out of my pants and in her hand. Little Todd was showing signs of life. "Now be careful, Todd. Daddy will be mad if you cause an accident and make me late for class." Sure. Like it's not hard to drive 65 miles per hour with a beautiful blonde college student holding on to your cock. Happens all the time. Piece of cake. My life suddenly flashed in front of my eyes. Actually, it was the Exit sign for the college....I had to get off the highway in three miles. "Damm, Todd, you drive too fast. We're almost at school. Let's go to the 'speed round'. Todd, I dare you to reach over and touch my pussy." With that, Gina sat on the edge of her seat, still facing me. I reached over and found her thigh, and started working my way up. Gina told me to wait, and slid off her panties. Blue. Royal blue. Gina then took my hand and guided it right for her moist, hairless pussy. "Go ahead, Todd. It's okay" I needed no further prodding, so I inserted one finger and found it to be very wet. I managed to exit the highway, no thanks to Little Todd, who was still hanging out of my pants, and to my first finger, inserted snugly in Gina's young pussy. "Um, Gina. It's my turn, I think." Stupid, stupid. Who cares about the game,now, you jerk. Todd, you are clueless, sometimes.... "Okay, Todd. Make it a good one, though. We will be in the center of campus, soon." Gina then spread her legs a little, and started to finger herself, looking at me the whole time. "Okay, Gina. I dare ya to get over hear and see if you can make Little Todd explode, before we get to campus." Gina let loose with a squeal, and kneeled down on the floor of the van, beside my seat....She took my cock in her left hand and placed it on her lips. Gina began with slow, steady sucking movements. Little Todd was not little, anymore. In fact, he was bigger than I've ever seen him! Gina might have been young, but she certainly knew her way around a cock. Now, usually, I can last a while, when I'm being given a blowjob. But, you have to understand the circumstances. She's pretty. I'm horny. She's giving me the best blowjob I've had in months. I'm horny. She smells good. I'm horny. I manage to ask her the address, and she states she needs to go the library first. I turn at the next intersection, and pull into the library parking lot. And, with one last suck, Gina manages to get me to explode into her cute little mouth, without stopping her sucking. I love it, when I explode in a girl's mouth, and she keeps sucking, like there's no tomorrow. So, there we were----parked in the library parking lot. Gina sat back on her seat, wiped her mouth with her fingers, and said "Thanks for the ride, Todd." She then grabbed her bag and jumped out of the van. Yep. You guessed it. I was without speech, again. I did manage to wave to Gina, as she headed up the steps of the building. She blew me a kiss and walked away. Ah, this is a tough job, sometimes! As I headed back to the highway, I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of my Tom Petty CD case. It had a local phone number on it, with a capital letter G. I turned up the volume, as Tom sang: American Girl. Games People Play I thank my LadyCibelle and Techsan for their patience, proof reading, editing skills and of course encouragement. I'd also like to add that we don't always see eye to eye, they tell me off sometimes - well quite often really. Add to that, that I can't leave a story alone and play around with it once its been returned by them. Anyway I take full responsibility for the content and any cock-ups in this story. Games People Play I'm not sure when it started really. Jo and I had been married twelve years the previous Easter. Somewhere during those twelve years we'd started the old fantasy sex lark. You know, we'd dress up and pretend to be different people. I'd been everything from Tarzan to Robert Redford. Come on, this all happened a few years ago, before all these youngsters on the films today were even out of nappies. If it hadn't been so long ago, I doubt I would be able to talk about it now. Shit, it did my head in for a good few years. Let's start at the beginning. I met Jo (Josephine) on a blind date. I hadn't been living in town that long at the time and some guy – Reg, his name was, I think - at work asked me to go on a double date with him. Apparently he'd been working on getting a date with this bird for sometime, but she'd only go out with him if he brought a mug along for her roommate. Oh, I termed myself a mug on this one. I'd been conned into blind dates a few times before in my life. Shit, on every one of them the bird I'd been lumbered with had turned out to be either a dog, or a bleeding nut-case. You know, once I had spent a whole evening with some bird who was a bloody born again Christian, I couldn't get away from her. I was climbing the bleeding walls by the time I got home that night. And I had to hide out for the next couple of weeks until she gave up on the idea of saving me and found some other mug to pester. Anyway, Reg (I'm sure that was his name) and I met these two girls in a local pub. I've got to admit Jo was definitely not what I had been expecting. Reg's girl was a real plain Jane next to Jo. But it turned out Jo was very shy. Bloody hell, by the end of the evening I counted myself lucky she'd let me hold her hand. No word of a lie man, it was my fifth date with her before I got my first proper kiss. Damn, that was something new for me; normally I'd be looking for at least a blow job by the third date. There I was four dates in; a good few pounds out of pocket and all I'd got was a peck on the cheek for my trouble. As I say, on our fifth date Jo deigned to give me a proper kiss. You know, I really was wondering why I was still hanging around. Hey, I wasn't a bad looking bloke and I'd had no trouble with girls before Jo. I usually reckoned to have them in bed by the forth or fifth date at the latest. Well, there could only be one explanation, and of course that was, I'd fallen in love with the girl. Not something I'd planned. Looking back on it now, I think I finally realise what the attraction to Jo was. I'm damned sure it was her complete unadulterated naivety. Jokes about sex went completely over her head and Jo saw evil in no one. How the hell she'd gotten through life up to the point where she met me without losing her cherry, I'll never be able to understand. I can only put it down to her shyness that kept her safe. Anyway, very quickly my whole life changed until it revolved around Jo. She dragged me down to meet her family after we'd been dating for about four months. Oh, God, her father turned out to be a Methodist preacher and her mother... No, lets leave her mother out of it for the time being. Jo's older brother was a bloody poof, if ever I saw one. And somewhere or the other, there was a younger sister, but no one seemed to want to talk about her. It also could be that her father's devotion to religion caused the strange trust that Jo put in the funniest people. Well, she went out with me, didn't she? Jo seemed to think that if anyone said they were or were not going to do something, then their word was set in stone. That was to prove her, or rather my, downfall. Well, I'm a normal guy, I think. I don't really trust any bugger, and I also lose my temper a little on the quick side. And if I get worked up about something, I've been known to cut off my own nose to spite my face, on more than one occasion. Right, ten months into the relationship we were engaged. No, that wasn't in my master plan. I was only twenty-one at the time, and after seeing the mess some of my mates had made of their lives, I had no intention of even thinking of getting tied down until I was at least twenty-five, and that was supposed to be my starting gate. The net result was, twelve months after I met Jo, I walked her up the aisle. Her dad did the honours and the Poof gave her away. Oh and I clapped eyes on Morning Star, actually Tammy, Jo's younger sister for the first time as well. Tammy or Morning Star as she liked to be called, was what has become known in the last few years as 'a new age traveller'. That boils down to living in a tatty old van, smoking pot and living off government handouts most of the time. Oh, and she invited me into her van to join her for, as she put it 'some way out shit and a good shag' at the wedding reception. Yeah, and I'm likely to take her up on that at my own wedding day. Christ knows what I could have picked up from her. Mind I might have been tempted in my younger days before I'd met her sister. She wasn't a bad looking girl, if you could get passed that unwashed look. Jo and I lashed out on a nice little town house. And I think we were very happy together for the first few years. That was when her Ma and Pa weren't about. They had a nasty habit of coming to visit and I really couldn't stomach the Dragon for long. Things got really iffy for a while when her father was transferred to our town. Because the Dragon would visit her daughter – well, it seemed to me to be - every bleeding day. But luckily for me she would disappear quite quickly when I showed up. The bleeding Poof used to come around as well for a while. He still lived at home with his mum and dad. I don't think the little shit ever had a proper job, outside hanging around Piccadilly Circus in London that is. I think that's where he earned most of his pocket money. He stopped coming around to our house after he brought his boyfriend along with him one day. The guy felt my arse up in the kitchen, and then the ambulance took him to the hospital. Enough said on that one. Anyway, when we were on our own, Jo and I got along just great. Once we where married and she tried sex, Jo found she really enjoyed it. I'm not quite sure where or when she got her hands on her copy of the Kama Sutra but she insisted we work our way through every position listed and a couple of others she thought up all by herself. Well, I hope she did! Hey, with an empty house Jo was ready for it, anytime, anywhere. I drew the line at the greenhouse though, but she made sure we did it there at least once. Late at night, in the dark, at my insistence. When I got a new company car, Jo insisted we christen it. Front seat, back seat, on the bonnet (hood) and over the boot (trunk). I'm damn sure if the garage roof had been high enough; she'd have had us try on top of the car as well. The net result of all this shagging was that I was a very happy man. Even when her parents called round, I knew that I was going to be fucked to exhaustion once they had left. It was Jo's way of thanking me for putting up with them. Now as I said, somewhere along the line we started the role playing games. It started out with me, pretending to be this or that actor. Then Jo started dressing up as different actresses from particular roles in films. Yeah, that one and that one. Mind you, I made sure there were no ice picks in the house, just in case. Anyone seen the sequel to that one yet? Anyway that was soon followed by us pretending that we didn't know each other. That game actually started off when we were on holiday. Jo was waiting in the bar of the hotel for me whilst I ran some stuff up to our room. When I joined her in the bar, she acted as if she didn't know me. I soon figured out what game she was playing and did the old chatting up bit. Jo enjoyed that game and after that, she played all her different female characters whilst I picked her up in hotel bars. One day she decided it would be fun to turn the tables and she played a hooker trying to pick me up. We sat there discussing her prices and what she would and wouldn't do. Oh, there weren't very many wouldn'ts. Then we got up to our room and she tried to kill me with sex. All right, our married life was going along just nicely. Well, I thought it was, next to what I heard most of my mates saying, that is. Jo never had headaches and she became very inventive at the time of the month, most guys would term as the wrong time of the month. Look, I got my rocks off more than once everyday of our married life. Now you might ask what went wrong, because you know that all good things must came to an end. Well, it was a few months after some new neighbours, the Crosener's moved in a couple of doors away. They were great folks, about the same age as us. Martin worked in the city somewhere and earned a damn sight more than I did. Kirsty was one fine looking piece of work. She worked in one of the local banks. Oh, I didn't say - Jo worked in a bank as well, but a different one. Anyway the four of us got on great together to start with. Soon we were going out for meals and were around each other's houses for Bar-B-Q's or even just for the odd drink or two several nights each week. We all flirted with each other nearly all the time. I thought it was just a game everyone was playing, but then things turned a bit funny and I began to believe the game was over. We'd taken to going dancing together on Saturday nights and it was on one particular Saturday night that I can put my finger on things really started to go wrong. The two girls were dancing together whilst Martin and I drank our pints and chewed the fat. Suddenly Martin, whilst watching the girls, said to me, "You know, Ralph, you've got one fine sexy lady there!" I agreed with him and returned the same complement on his own wife. "I'll bet she's a killer in bed," was the next statement to come from his mouth and if I'd had my head screwed on right I'd have told him that it was none of his bleeding business. But I'd had a couple of drinks by then and I was proud of my wife and her sexy ways. "Almost more then I can handle some nights," I replied. "Kirsty's bloody good in bed as well. She's tried to kill me on occasions." After that the subject was dropped for a while and we talked of other things. But apparently Martin hadn't finished with the subject. Later he suddenly asked me if I'd ever thought of wife swapping. I told him plainly that that was one pastime I was not the slightest bit interested in. Look, I'm not as dumb as I look. Kirsty was one sexy looking babe, and I know I'd have had the time of my life with her. But I've got no illusions that I'm a bloody Casanova or anything. Jo, once she had got over her shyness with me in bed, had turned into the greatest lover I'd ever known. Sex was her favourite pastime and I enjoyed it just as much as she did. But, whereas I had, shall we say, sown a good few wild oats before we were married and I knew what kind of a prize I had, Jo was a virgin when we walked up the aisle. It could be that if Jo spent some time with a different lover, she could find him better than I was. Then I would be in Shit Street. Martin let the subject drop again. It was while Jo and I were doing our callisthenics in bed that night that she suddenly said to me, "You know, Kirsty asked me a strange question tonight." Now as I said, I'm not fucking dumb. I knew full well what Jo was going to say next! But, I had to ask. "Oh, what was that, dear?" "She asked me if I thought that Martin was sexy." "And you said?" "I said I thought he was quite handsome. But not as handsome as you." Oh yeah, and I believed she added the last part; I've got no illusions about my looks. "And what else did Kirsty say?" "Um, well, she said she liked you a lot and asked me if you were good in bed. Of course I told her you were good anywhere, when it comes to that. You know Kirsty and Martin don't have sex as often as we do or in as many different places." "Jesus Christ, girl, you weren't discussing our sex life with Kirsty where you?" "Oh, Kirsty and I are always talking about sex. You know she wasn't a virgin like I was when they got married. Kirsty had lots of lovers before she took up with Martin and I get the feeling she's had a couple since she's been married to Martin as well." "Oh, I'll bet she has!" "What do you mean by that? You like Kirsty, don't you? You're always flirting with her!" "The same way that you flirt with Martin, but that doesn't mean I would want to do anything other than flirt. Kirsty's a pretty girl, but she's not my wife." "So you do like her?" "Look, where is this going, Jo? Just what are you leading up to here?" Jo looked at me for a couple of moments, then she blurted out, "Kirsty wanted to know whether we could swap partners one evening. I was just wondering what you thought about the idea?" "Well, what did you think of the idea, Jo?" I had a nasty feeling that I knew what her answer was going to be. "Well, I didn't know what to answer her. You know I was a virgin when we married. I love having sex with you, but sometimes I do wonder what being with a different man would be like." "I thought that was the point of the games we play. I behave like different people. Sometimes I'm all lovey dovey to you and sometimes I treat you like a slut. You know which you prefer. And most of the time that's the part I play." "I know you play all those different characters, but it's not really the same as being with a different person, is it. You are still you. You know when you make love to me or fuck me, it's still you and me. I just wonder sometimes what it would be like to have someone completely different make love to me. You could make love to Kirsty at the same time." "But what if I don't want to make love to Kirsty. I've got all I want in you and I don't want any other woman." "Oh, I see. All right, I'll tell Kirsty you don't think it's a good idea." "Look, I've got to say this, Jo. I haven't liked this conversation or what you've said to me this evening. I don't think I want to be friends with Martin and Kirsty anymore, and I'd like you to break off your friendship with them as well." "Don't be silly, Ralph. Martin and Kirsty are our best friends. We can't break off a friendship just like that." "We can if I think that that friendship is all about Martin getting you into his bed. And that is what I think it is! I've never really had anything in common with him. He's a bloody yuppie pen pusher, whilst I'm just a grease monkey from the local garage to him. I should have suspected something when they became so keen on becoming friends with us." "Oh, you're being really silly now. Kirsty is my best friend and there is no way I'm going to break off my friendship with her. Once I tell her we're not interested in swapping, she'll never mention it again." "Yeah, I can see that happening. I think Marty wants into your knickers and I doubt anything will stop him trying." "Why do you always think the worst of people? Kirsty and Marty just asked. You've... we've said no so I doubt the subject will ever come up again." Well, I won't go into the rest of the verbal exchange we had that evening. I think from what I've told you already that you can imagine how it went. Needless to say the sex between us was over for that night and there was a bit of an atmosphere for the next couple of days. Jo warmed up in bed the following night but outside bed we hardly spoke. Oh, by the way I'm not a grease monkey down at the local garage. I'm the workshop manager of a main agent for a well-known Scandinavian Truck and Bus manufacturer. I was not sure if Jo was still meeting Kirsty during their lunch hours at work, as had become her habit. But we didn't see the Crosener's in the evenings anymore. The following Saturday night Jo and I went to the cinema after having a nice meal. To be honest, it was nice just Jo and I together like we had been before the Crosener's moved in. I suppose it was a month later, Jo decided we should have a party to celebrate my birthday. To start with I thought she was trying to get into my good books after our little set to over the Crosener's. But that was before I saw the guest list she'd drawn-up - oh, and I didn't see it until after she'd sent the invitations out. Besides her parents and her bleeding bent brother and his "partner", there were all the neighbours. And of course that included the Crosener's. Jo said that the other neighbours would think it funny if we didn't invite them. I thought she was trying to build bridges. She hated it when I fell out with anyone. Oh, I'm pretty good at falling out with people! Did I make comment on the guest list? Foolishly, no I didn't. I was too busy trying to build bridges with the woman I loved. I thought, 'swallow your pride, Ralphey, my boy, and try to put up with them all.' For most of the evening I think I did a pretty good job. Mind you, I did hit the old source a bit harder than usual. Christ, I even danced with the Dragon once. Luckily they didn't stay late, Jo's father had to get home to prepare for chapel the following day. Mind I've got to say, he did actually have a drink that was a first to my knowledge. Martin and Kirsty were being very helpful. I noted Martin was running the bar for most of the evening. Now that should have made me a little suspicious, but the alarm bells didn't really start ringing until Kirsty brought me a drink. My source of choice is rum; not any rum, but Hicks Special as supplied by our local brewery. Now this stuff is 125% proof and I tend to drink more of it than is really good for me. Well, stupidly I had that night. The point I'm about to make is that I know the stuff better than I knew my Mother's milk when I was a baby. Kirsty stood there as I took a sip and I bloody well knew that it had something in it. I looked across at Jo and she was smiling at me. At that moment my whole outlook changed. I just knew in my own mind what was going on. I was being drugged and my wife was in on it. I knew that Jo was planning on getting shagged by Martin Crosener that night. Right, I thought, in my drunken state, you want to shag the wanker, you can shag him. Come on, I told you I'm pretty good at cutting my own nose off. But you're gonna shag your way out of this marriage, you cheating bitch. I wondered how many times she'd been shagged by Crosener in the past. You know we weren't together all the time. Now as I said, I'd put a few away that night and maybe I wasn't thinking straight. I know it was pretty easy for me to be clumsy and to spill almost all the rum without it being obvious that I had done it on purpose. "Oh, dear, I'll get you another one," Kirsty said and went to return to the bar. "No, leave it for a minute, Kirsty. Let's have a dance," I said, then I threw my arms around her. I tried to make quite a good job of looking pissed out of my brains, as we swayed around the little dance floor. I think she bought it as well. When the dance was over, I told her I was switching to drinking Cokes as I was feeling the drink a bit and then she went off to get me one. Coke, shit! I hate the stuff, but I did know that's what Kirsty was drinking. You see I had a plan. Isn't it strange? Get a few drinks down you and the most stupid hair brained ideas sound like brilliant ideas? I intended switching my drink for Kirsty's, then I'd behave like I was out really of it and eventually pass out. Kirsty had been drinking quite well earlier in the evening and she had a habit of falling asleep when she'd had too many anyway. So if I were lucky, Martin wouldn't realise what I'd done. Games People Play I figured he and Jo were planning on getting together when everyone else had gone home. Well, were they going to be in for a surprise! I figured I'd let them get started and then I was going to break their little private party up in a big way. You know, the works. I'd kick his arse for him and throw him out of the house, then I'd throw Jo out on her arse behind him. Well, then, if Kirsty was passed out somewhere, I'd fuck the arse off her and then she could follow the other two out the door. Good plan. Well, not really, but I'd had a hell of a lot to drink that night. So it sure sounded good to me at the time and I definitely wasn't thinking of the consequences. Come on, I was pissed out of my bloody head. Hey, invading Iraq would have sounded like a good idea that night to me, in the state I was in. Switching my drugged Coke with Kirsty's was easier than I thought it would be. I was damned sure Martin had drugged the Coke, as it seemed to me that it took him a long time to pour it. Anyway half an hour later Kirsty and I are sitting on the couch when she goes out like a bloody light. I, of course to all but someone looking very closely, appeared to do the same. For the next hour or so I played possum. Jo came over and shook me when folks started leaving but I was apparently dead to the world. By two AM, there were just the four of us. Martin and Jo were clearing up and I watched them through half closed eyes. Jo had been drinking quite well that evening but it appeared to have only slightly affected her. Once most of the clearing up was done I heard Martin and Jo talking. "Come on, Jo. This is the best chance we'll ever have. Ralph's out for the count; he won't be getting it up tonight. And Kirsty's told me how much you like it." "No, Martin, it wouldn't be right. If Ralph had said he didn't mind, I would love to do it, but Ralph's dead against it. He wasn't even interested in sleeping with Kirsty." "Look, they are both out cold we could put them in bed together and Ralph would think he'd shagged Kirsty anyway." I was beginning to think I'd got it all wrong. But then Martin said, if she wouldn't sleep with him perhaps she'd at least dance with him. He'd been running the bar all night and he'd missed out on dancing with her. Martin put the music back on and I watched them dance a slow dance together. Whilst they were dancing, I could see Martin's hands going to places they shouldn't really be going. But Jo didn't seem to be doing anything about it. Shit, if I'd had any sense, I would have pretended to wake up at this point. But the booze was doing my thinking for me. I knew Jo and her little games, how she played hard to get sometimes. I was sure this was one of her games she was playing with Martin. And if she was planning to cheat on me with him I was bloody sure that I was going to catch her at it. "God, will you look at the state of this room? I can't leave it like this." Jo said as they finished dancing. "And what are you going to do about Kirsty? You can't carry her home in that condition. I know. We'll put her in the spare room and you can collect her in the morning." "Thanks," Martin said, "but you surely don't intend to really clear up tonight, do you? You look like you're worn out." "Oh, I would hate getting up to this mess in the morning. I'll have to do it tonight." "I know there's some Red Bull's behind the bar; they are supposed to put some energy into you. Why don't we both have one and then I'll help you finish the clearing up properly after we put the two sleepy heads to bed." Martin said as he headed for the bar again. I'm not sure what happened then, I think I must have dozed a bit because the next I remember Jo and Martin were sitting in the armchairs drinking what I assumed was their Red Bulls. I remember thinking that maybe I'd got Jo wrong and she wasn't going to let Martin fuck her. But then they were suddenly gone. Shit, I must have dozed off again. Bugger, Kirsty was no longer leaning against me; she was gone. Wide awake then, I looked around the room. Kirsty wasn't there; they must have taken her up to the spare room. But why couldn't I hear them coming back down to get me. Oh, shit, I was right; Jo was going to let Martin shag her. I went to get up, but for some reason I felt very weak and had difficulty standing. Shit, that drink of Kirsty's must have been drugged as well. My mind was awake and very sober now, but I felt so weak it was an effort to get my arms and legs to work. I staggered to the lounge door, stubbing my toe in the process. Jo must have removed my shoes, she knows they make my feet ache. Shit, what was I thinking; I could hear them upstairs now and I'm thinking about my bloody shoes. With great difficulty, I started to climb the stairs and that's when I started to hear what they were saying. "No! Get off me, you bastard! I told you, only if Ralph agrees and he doesn't." "Come on, you little prick teaser; I know you like it. Kirsty has told me how you and Ralph are shagging all the time." "That's completely different, Ralph's my husband and I love him." "You'll love me once you feel this inside you, you little nymph." 'Holy shit! Martin was going to rape her if I don't get there quickly.' I thought as I tried to struggle up the stairs, but it was like trying to climb Mount Everest. I could hear them fighting. Jo was shouting, "No! No!" and Martin was telling her she was going to love it once he got his cock in her. After what seemed like an age I was at the top of the stairs. They were in the spare room and I got to the door as soon as I could. Jo was half on and half off the bed, her clothes ripped to shreds and Martin was fucking her like his life depended on it. Jo was still screaming, "No" and trying to fight her way out from under him. But Martin was much larger and stronger than she was. Summoning all the strength I could muster, I lunged at Martin. Neither of them were apparently aware of my presence. The most I could do was fall on top of him; I managed to force my right arm around the front of his throat and grabbing my right hand with the left I pulled back as hard as I could. The next I remember I was lying on the floor with Martin on his back on top of me. I was still pulling at my right hand with all the strength I could muster. Martin flailed his arms and legs about for a while and then went limp. At that point, I must have passed out as the next thing I knew I was waking in hospital. A very battered looking Jo was sitting by my bed and a man in a police uniform was standing by the door. "Are you all right, Ralph?" Jo asked. Okay, you tell me what I was supposed to say to her now. The woman I loved. The woman who had been raped because I thought I was going to be clever and catch her cheating on me. What would you say to her? ++++++++++++++++ Martin had died; I'd strangled him. I was charged with manslaughter but the Judge threw it out almost before the case began. He said I was under the influence of drugs that Martin had administered and I was not in control of my faculties. So he ordered the jury to find me not guilty. I was told later that the only reason the charge was brought was so that I wouldn't have the thought of it hanging over me. You know, double jeopardy. Kirsty well, she was very ill. Martin had drugged her drink, but with a different concoction to the one he'd planned to use on me. She'd drunk half her drink and had topped up her glass again by the time I'd switched them. The combination of the two made her very ill and she almost didn't make it. Jo and just about everyone else thinks I was a bloody hero that night. But I knew that Jo was basically so naïve that she wouldn't have suspected Marty would really try anything once she had said no. I'm damned sure not even Kirsty knew about Marty's plans that evening, she definitely didn't know about the drugs Marty was playing with. I know in my own mind, that when I should have been on top of the situation. I was drinking too bloody much and playing stupid games, when I should have been ready to kick Marty's arse for him the moment he stepped out of line. I've had a bloody hard time living with that knowledge. Life goes on. Games People Play Author's note: the following story is purely a work of fiction and any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. The author wishes to express his gratitude to Copperbutterfly for her editing to make this a better story. Ah, Friday afternoon. For some reason when you are young, it seems like Friday will never come. Then when it does, more often than not, you can't figure out anything worthwhile to do. Life is ironic like that. But this wasn't one of those Fridays for me. It was early fall, I had just turned 18 the second week after my senior year in school started, and I was feeling on top of the world. In addition, my parents had taken a late vacation this year and were spending two weeks up north camping in the woods, leaving me to fend for myself. Oh, I didn't mind; they had stocked the refrigerator and pantry with foods that I knew how to cook and I could take care of things quite nicely, thank you. I even had enough money saved from my summer mowing jobs that I could buy pizza as often as I wanted, if it came down to that. Now just out of school after my last class, I wandered slowly toward the Jenkins' house. They lived about a mile from us, in a big new house with at least twice the space in our place. My classmate and relatively new friend, Jason Jenkins, had invited me to hang out with him after school and play games in their basement. Having been invited to spend some time in their basement back in the spring and summer, I knew from experience that it was a personal game arcade just waiting to be explored. Short of one of the arcades at the mall, I had never seen so many games in one place. I had always envied Jason for the advantages his parents gave him - not that I wished I had them instead of him, just that I wanted the same advantages! Knowing that Jason always dawdled around school for a while talking with various teachers, I took my time, stopping by the local gathering place for a Coke and French Fries before heading on. Still I arrived at the Jenkins' house just before four o'clock. I hoped I wasn't too early. I expected Jason would answer the doorbell but it was his mom. "Hello, David. Come in. How are you?" Mrs. Jenkins said from behind the shadows of the storm door. I stepped into the foyer. "Fine, Mrs. Jenkins. Jason asked if I wanted to hang out this after..." Just then I turned to look at her and it finally registered on me that Mrs. Jenkins was not dressed in her usually conservative clothes. First I must explain that Mrs. Jenkins would be, in my opinion, a trophy wife. She was young, probably just mid-thirties, with long blond hair, a beautiful face, and a body to die for. She had big handfuls on her chest even for large hands like mine, and my hands itched to touch them every time I saw her. Her waist was small enough to be narrower than the rest of her body while her ass was divinely rounded. She was so sexy and beautiful that I always got the stutters around her. Still she always had worn conservative clothes when I had seen her, even in the presence of her own home. She still was - high heels and stockings that accentuated her shapely legs, a nice straight skirt that came down to her knees, and a blouse that covered all of her top. Except today the top was encased in a light blue knit sweater with a pattern of mesh that looked kind of like a spider web. Her right boob was completely covered except for some creamy white flesh on the top but the left one was pretty exposed, including the erect nipple and pink areole. I felt my cock growing hard at the first realization of what she was wearing. "... is he here?" I finished lamely. "Oh, Davy, I'm sorry," she said, putting a hand on my arm. "His father got tickets to the Reds game tonight. James picked him up about lunchtime and they drove down to Cincinnati for dinner and the game. They won't be back until late tomorrow because they're staying over to go to some gun and knife show. Jason asked me to see if you two could get together some time next week." "Yeah. Yeah, that would be okay." I started to turn away but again Mrs. Jenkins put a hand on my arm. "Stay, Davy. I haven't had anyone to talk to all day and I sure would like to have a friendly face to look at. Would you mind?" "No, ma'am, I wouldn't mind. Whatever you say." "Thank you, Davy. Come on into the living room and let's talk." I followed her into the living room and sat on the sofa. She sat on the other end and I turned to look at her as we talked. She asked me questions and I responded as naturally as I could, although I have to admit that my erection was a constant reminder of my attraction to her. She asked me about school, she asked about my hobbies, she asked about my college plans, she asked about all kinds of things. I know she was trying to keep the conversation going so I tried to relax and talk enough to keep her interested. Still I had trouble with my eyes, no matter how hard I tried, keeping them off of her beautiful breasts. Mrs. Jenkins kept a perpetual smile on her face. It wasn't a big one but just a look that she had which made her pleasant to look at. I don't think I had ever seen her with a frown on her face. I probably had something of a smile on my face when she twisted on the sofa cushion, pulled one leg up to lay along the cushion, leaving her foot dangling in the air. That left her facing me more directly. My eyes followed her action and I hoped I'd get to see more of her legs but it wasn't to be. Her skirt remained at a demur distance down her legs. However it did turn her so that I had a better view through the mesh of her sweater. Once again I felt my cock jump in anticipation and I folded my hands in my lap to try to hide my situation. "Hm?" she was asking. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Jenkins. I didn't understand." "I said I would like to go downstairs and play some of the games but I need an opponent. Do you want to go play against me?" "Oh. Sure. I'd like that." I clambered up and waited for her to take the lead. Although I knew the way, I wanted to be a gentleman. Shit, I really just wanted to watch her magnificent ass walking ahead of me. I followed close enough to Mrs. Jenkins that when she turned to the wall to hit the light switch for the basement, I got a great view of her bare left nipple sticking through the webbing of the sweater and nearly creamed my pants on the spot. My hard-on inflated even more and became so painful I had to shift my jeans as soon as she turned to go down the stairs. "So ... I think we need to make this interesting, don't you?" "Mm? Oh, sure." "So what will we bet to make it worthwhile." "Um ... I don't know. I've got a little money. Not much though." "Nah, I don't want your money. Hey, I'll tell you what. Let's play each of the games in order, starting here by the stairs. Whoever loses has to take off some piece of clothing, kind of like strip poker. Interested?" "Uh ... sure, Mrs. Jenkins. If that's what you want ..." "Look, Davy." There she was with that name again. I never let anyone call me Davy. I hated it. Except when it came from her mouth, it sounded so ... intimate! "If you don't want to, we can do something else." "No, no! I'd like to!" She giggled. "I thought you might like that. Okay, no cheating now." We started with The Simpsons pinball game. Damn, she was good too. For three rounds, she was ahead of me several thousand points. Then on the fourth round I got lucky and my score skyrocketed. I lost a little ground on the fifth ball but managed to hold her off. She turned and grinned at me and watched my face as I watched her take off the blue sweater. That left her naked from the waist up. Oh, man. Her tits were just as magnificent as I had dreamed. My mouth watered and my hands itched, I wanted to get hold of her so bad! She beat me at Defender and I lost m T-shirt. I beat her at Star Wars and she dropped her skirt. She had such a stricken look on her face that I offered to stop but her expression changed to ... could that have been lust? ... desire? She said no way so we kept playing. She won the next game and my Nikes wound up in the corner. When she won the next one and my jeans had to go, I got worried. By then of course there was no way for me to hide my erection - it was pushing my jockeys out several inches straight out in front of me. We moved to the NASCAR race and plopped down in the side-by-side driving seats. I didn't mind in the least when she leaned over too far and brushed her breasts against my arm. We started the game. Supposedly it was on a road coarse like Watkins Glen, so there were turns in both directions. I was worried because Jason always beat me on this game. Ten minutes later, I was elated because she had spun out down the backstretch on the last lap and I passed her for the win. Like a good sport, she stood up and sensuously worked her white lace panties down her legs, leaving her completely naked except for the sexy high heel shoes. Words failed me! She was gorgeous. If only I had the courage to get some of that! "Well, damn," she said. "I was sure I could beat you. I wanted to see what you look like without any clothes." She laughed again. "I guess you got the advantage of me." I just grinned, too awed to speak. "So what do you think, big boy? Do you like what you see?" "Absolutely. You are ... the most ... beautiful woman ... I have ever ... seen!" I said with feeling. "Well, thank you, sweetheart. That is so nice of you to say. I'm very glad you like what you see. Come on, let's try one more game." I followed her to the pool table. "Okay," she said. "One game of nine ball. If I win, you have to fuck me on the table. If you win, you can fuck me anywhere you want to. Okay?" I fell apart in the middle of her words. Fuck her? FUCK HER? Did she really mean for me to fuck her? She stopped by the pool table and moved the rack of balls onto the spot. Then she turned and looked at my barely concealed tent. "I think its only fair that we both start out even here. Take off those shorts." "Yes, ma'am," I mumbled, shoving my jockeys down my legs. "And while we're at it, whenever there's just the two of us around, I want you to call me Jeanette or Jeannie. Stop with the ma'am and Mrs. stuff, okay?" "Yes, m ... er, Jeannie." I grinned at her, thinking about a beautiful genie in a bottle who would grant me three wishes. The first would be to have sex with her anytime and any way I wanted to, the second would be ... "Your break." I shuffled the balls all over the table but nothing would go down. She took charge of the table and began to sink balls: first the one, two and four off a combination with the three. With each ball, she took time to go all the way around the table to survey the setup and, each time, she reached out and stroked my cock as she passed. She pocketed the three, five and six and things were looking dim for me. Then I realized that this, truly, was what the phrase win-win situation actually meant. There was no way for me to lose! Instead of watching the table, I watched her gorgeous figure. When she leaned over the able, I watched either her luscious tits swinging as she stroked the cue stick or her delicious looking ass as she bent over for the shot. I could see her puffy pussy lips between the spread of her legs. My cock was so hard I could have driven nails with it. I was standing at one side of the table when the cue ball came to rest close to the near bumper. She wandered around checking her shot before stopping right in front of me. She bent over and lined up the shot but without taking it, she pushed her bottom back into my crotch, letting my cock slip a little way between her legs. Then she stood up, enough to break the contact before she leaned back. "Like what you see, big boy?" she asked. All I could do was groan. That was a rhetorical question if I ever heard one! She already knew the answer. The seven ball dropped into the side pocket. Her hand stroked me again. She lined up the eight ball and rolled it into the far right corner. Then inexplicably with only the cue ball and the nine left on the table, she miss-hit it just enough that it bounced off both edges of the corner pocket and stayed on the table. I was shaking with excitement as I lined up the shot. I took my time, eased back the stick and just as I started forward, her hand cupped my balls. The tip of my stick barely grazed the cue ball, which went nowhere near the nine ball. She laughed and gave me a huge hug, both tits pressing into my chest and the head of my cock nuzzling the soft spot between her legs. Swiftly she turned, and lined up the shot. I ran my hand up her thigh between her legs and touched her pussy lips. She shivered ... and then sank the nine ball anyway. "I win! I win!" she yelled. But I noticed she had a broad smile on her pretty face. And, rolling her cue stick on the green baize, she lifted herself to sit on the edge of the table, slowly scooting backward and spreading her legs. With her palms against her thighs as if to form a funnel, she said, "Come on, honey. It's time to pay up." I looked at the spreading pink opening with anticipation. The last few minutes of the game, I thought I had detected the smell of sex and a glance at her pussy showed that it was coated in her own moisture. It occurred to me that she was nearly as eager for this as I was - nearly! I set my stick in the wall rack and slowly climbed onto the end of the table. I just had to find out if she was a sweet and tasty as she looked. I started at her ankles and began licking upward a little at a time, changing legs every so often to catch up. By the time I passed her knees, she was begging me to hurry but I knew that if I hurried, it would be over all too quickly. 'Self-control! Self-control!' kept screaming in my head. I licked my way up her thighs, savoring the soft tender flesh. For some reason it seemed enormously more satisfying than any of the few girls from school whose pants I had managed to get into. Whether it was age or experience or whatever, I loved it. And from the moans and words of encouragement when I started licking her pussy, Jeannie was enjoying my attention pretty well too. She kept up a running commentary as I sank my tongue deep into her juicy opening, licking and lapping and sucking. Every so often, I made a foray up to her clit and circled around it, being careful not to touch it yet. She kept thrusting her hips at my face, trying to get me to tease it but I avoided her moves. Several times I crossed her perineum and licked her puckered anus and each time she tried to thrust herself onto my tongue. Finally I made a trip to her clit and closed my mouth over it, sucking it in and then teasing it gently with my tongue. In just a few seconds, she bucked up off the hard table, nearly throwing me off her, and she screamed that she was cumming. Indeed she did as her juices flooded my mouth for a few seconds, juices I would have loved to have bottled for drinking the rest of my life. I was thoroughly enjoying myself and was prepared to keep eating her pussy for another 30 to 45 minutes, just so long as I could make her cum every so often and she still liked what I was doing. However she grabbed my ears and began pulling. "Come on, honey. I want to feel your cock in my pussy. If you still want to eat my pussy later, we'll shower and you can take as long as you want. But please ... fuck me now!" 'Yes, ma'am,' I thought, crawling carefully up between her legs and over her luscious body. I had to stop long enough to spend a few minutes sucking and licking each of her tits but she didn't seem to mind that; she cupped them together and pushed them up to my mouth. Finally I could wait no longer. I moved up her form until my questing cock poked at her abdomen. Quickly her hand captured my tool and pointed it at her opening. Easing forward, I felt it slip into the warmest, softest, smoothest sheath I had ever been it. This had to be mating heaven! Her legs and then her arms wrapped around my torso and she pulled me down to her body. She guided my mouth to hers and I sensed her snaking tongue slipping into my mouth. I felt her pussy muscles clasp around my cock, which responded by flexing inside her. The kiss felt like it lasted ten minutes, although it could have been just a few seconds, before she relaxed and let me begin to move. I dare say it took me all of ... um, maybe 13 seconds to fill her cunt with my hot cum. The best thing about it was that she clamped around my cock and would not let it go until it began to inflate again. Time lost all meaning after that. I fucked Jeannie slow. I fucked Jeannie fast. I tried to be gentle. I tried to be rough and hard. I tried everything I knew to wiggle my root against her clit. I lifted her legs to my shoulders. I grabbed her ankles and moved her legs high, then wide, then both left, and both to the right. Somewhere in there she came a second time, a rather small orgasm. Then a bit later she came again, a shuddering, long-lasting climax that left her pussy stuttering around my cock like someone with a speech impediment. That was apparently what I needed because I began to spit out my second load of white hot cum into her love box. I felt a little foolish laying on a pool table, even if it was beside a beautiful naked woman - whose pussy was dripping our combined juices onto the green baize. However if she wasn't worried about it, why should I be? When her chest stopped heaving and her breathing returned to some semblance of normal, she rolled to me and said, "Jason told me your folks are out of town this week. Do you have to be home at any certain time?" "No. I'm on my own for now." "How would you like to stay with me tonight? We could get something to eat and then go up to my bed and have some more fun, if you'd like...?" I rolled toward her and ran my hand over her breast. "I'd like. Oh, yeah, I'd like!" She laughed at me, planted a long sloppy kiss on my mouth and fondled my limp dick. "Come on, then. Let's go get cleaned up and then get something to eat. By then maybe you'll be ready for more action, huh, stud?" "Yeah, I think that will work." We climbed off the pool table and I waited while she retrieved some sort of spray spot remover and a rag and mopped up the spots on the table. Then I followed her up the stairs to the second floor, frequently patting her luscious bottom or bumping into her lightly every chance I got, which was every couple of steps. By the time we stepped into the shower, my cock was beginning to inflate again. Jeannie let me soap up her body and then she did the same to me. Oh, my god, she was so beautiful! I couldn't keep my lips from hers. I was afraid I would irritate her but she just smiled and kissed me back. My hands roved over her tits and pussy and ass while hers were all over me, spending most of the time on my testicles and newest raging hard-on. Although I had never had sex in the shower, it didn't take much prompting when she wrapped her legs around my waist, pushed her pussy around my cock and leaned back against the wet tiled wall. I put my hands under her ass, leaned forward to kiss her, and fucked our brains out. Rather than put on clothes, we wrapped ourselves in giant bath towels and went downstairs to fix something to eat. The towels were soon discarded. I made a nuisance of myself, fondling Jeannie's ass or tits as she scurried around preparing a feast. Finally, to her grinning admonition, I slid down onto the floor with my back against one end of the bar where she was working on a salad. With just a minimum of coaxing, she stepped down the counter so that her feet straddled my form while she worked on putting together a salad. I started my feast on her pussy and her moans of approval kept me going. As she was tossing the ingredients together, she began quaking so bad her legs wouldn't hold her up any longer and she slid down my form, landing in my lap. I held her until she was able to stand. I have no real recollection of what we ate, although I remember basking in the fragrance of her pussy juices on my face. Games People Play After I helped her clear the dishes, she pulled me into the den, where we sat on a couch and selected a video to watch. By the time the opening credits had finished rolling, she was in my lap and our mouths were plastered together. Long before the plot unfolded, she was riding my flagpole while feeding me her magnificent boobs. Perhaps because of the earlier activity, I managed to last until the movie was into the second hour before I shot a hot load of creamy cum into her cushion-like cunt. Jeannie collapsed into my arms and we stayed hugged together for a long time. I think we both might have even dozed off in the wonderful afterglow of our coupling. I was roused out of my lethargy when she whispered in my ear, "Honey, I think we need to go up to bed." I reacted with all the aplomb of a sleep-walker but Jeannie held my hand and guided me back up to the master bedroom. As we walked in, I caught a glimpse of the digital clock and was surprised to see that it read 10:18. Time flies when you're having fun! Jeannie had me get into the king-size bed and then crawled in after me. I lay on my left side and she snuggled up to me spoon fashion. I had a little trouble breathing with her soft blond hair drifting into my mouth and nose until she reached back and moved her hair out of my face. I clamped my hands easily around her big tits, wiggled my crotch into her ass and started to settle down. All of me, except my third leg, of course. Having a mind of its own, it began inflating as it snuggled between the pillows of her ass. When it got uncomfortable, Jeannie reached between her legs, pulled my cock to her entrance, and pushed back until I was impaled within her pussy once more. Then we went to sleep, too exhausted for any more action. But that didn't last long. That digital clock was one of the kind that projects the time on the ceiling so you can tell the time without getting up. At 1:27, I woke up with a warm feeling around my throbbing cock and looked down to see Jeannie's pretty head slowly working up and down my shaft. With a little encouragement, she got on hands and knees and I knelt behind her, sliding my questing dong into her wet love tunnel. When the display said 2:11, she had cum twice and I was dribbling the last drops of cum from my latest load into her pussy while I pressed into her luscious bottom. I was asleep when my head hit the pillow. At 3:17, I awoke to enormous pressure on my bladder. I made it to the bathroom in time to keep from having to mop up an accident. When I got back to bed, I found that my efforts to keep from waking her had failed. I reached over to kiss her but, when we broke apart, she rolled me on my back and mounted me again. It was after four when I got to sleep again, sated once more. At 5:58, I woke up on my side. When I opened my eyes, Jeannie was in my face with our noses almost touching. She grinned devilishly and asked if I wanted to fuck again. She had me hard in no time and I climbed into her saddle, again doing the "this way and that way" dance until I had filled her pussy with another load of fresh sperm. For the first time, I wondered if I should be worried about her getting pregnant. It was a fleeting thought though. It was after seven o'clock when she pulled me down on her. Although I was worried about crushing her, she wouldn't let me move and I lost my train of thought as I drifted off to sleep. The next time I woke up, sunlight was streaming into the room and I could not see the clock's display on the ceiling. I rolled over - realizing for the first time that Jeannie was not in bed - and read that it was 10:02. I hastily climbed out of bed, peed, climbed in the shower and then pulled on my shorts. Running downstairs, I found Jeannie in the kitchen preparing us some breakfast ... maybe it was brunch at this time. The only thing she was wearing was a little pinafore apron that covered most of the vital parts but left her glorious bottom bare. I sneaked up on her and wrapped her in my arms, planting a long kiss on her ear. "Mm, baby, you feel good this morning," she laughed, giving me a squeeze with one hand, the other busy with a spatula. "You left me starving so I figured you would be too." "Uh, huh," I replied, rubbing both hands over her buttocks. "I want to eat you for breakfast." She laughed again, more of a giggle this time. "Bacon and eggs first, lover. Then pussy and cock. Okay?" "Sounds like a bargain," I said, kissing her neck as I squeezed her luscious tits. "You are such a magnificent woman!" "Thank you, honey. You are a very special lover yourself, you know." Now that was the kind of compliment I could live with. We sat at the small kitchen table and consumed scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, jelly, and orange juice. I finished first and when my hunger was sated, I leaned over and began to nibble on Jeannie, who had removed her apron when she sat down. When she dabbed some grape jelly on her ruby red nipples, I devoured them while she continued eating, slowly, sensuously lifting bites of food to her mouth, watching my eyes watching her. Did I have a hard-on? Does a bear shit in the woods? As I was sucking her nipples, Jeannie slowly slumped down in her chair. When she finished eating, she scooted her chair around until it was facing me. I glanced down and got the idea...her pussy was at the edge of the seat. I trickled my tongue down her form to the glistening opening between her splayed legs and began to eat again. This was the dessert to top off the first course: nectar of the gods! In less than 30 minutes on my knees, she had cum three times and had finally turned into a ball of putty with no bones to keep her shape! It was funny and gratifying that she was so curled up around my head that the image in my mind was a lump of potter's clay molded around the end of a stick, the stick being my head. She was simpering, whining, grasping, clawing, but totally incoherent. I figured it was time to move on to another activity, one that would reward my throbbing erection, so I helped her up and half-carried, half-guided her back up to the bedroom. I eased her down in the middle of the rumpled bed and then climbed on top of her, guiding my prong into her sloppy twat. I sank all the way to my root and ground myself against her gently for a few moments while we swapped spit. Then I began to pump her pussy. After just a few minutes though, she wrapped arms and legs around me and stopped my movement, meanwhile reaching to the nightstand. When she turned back, she said, "Honey, there's one more thing I want you to do. I used to like this ... a lot ... but haven't gotten to do it in years now. Do you like to fuck ass?" "Uh ... I don't know. I've never gotten to try it." "Do you want to try it?" "Oh, yes!" "Okay. You'll have to take it easy at first until I can get used to it again. But it will get better the more we do it. Back up a little." Did I just hear her right? The more we do it? Was she planning on ...? Oh, back to reality. Her hand, containing a gob of cool lubricant, began smearing it on my cock. I was holding her legs up and could see where she had already prepared herself - she had planned this! I loved it. While I held her legs up high, Jeannie guided my cock to her puckered anus, rubbing it back and forth, up and down before centering it. She moved her hand to my balls and very gently pulled me forward. Looking down, I had a great view of my cock and her ass. I began to ease forward, applying minimal pressure to her undefended passage. Slowly my mushroom head pushed the stretchy skin inward, further and further until with a groan from Jeannie, the head disappeared and her anus pulled out around my shaft. I knelt below her bottom and waited, holding her ankles and watching her face run through a range of emotions from pain to ecstasy. She told me when she was ready for me to push into her. I eased forward in little bits, afraid of going too fast and hurting her. In and out, in and out, in and out. It was several minutes before I pressed my root against her ass but it felt so good! And my balls slapping against her ass cheeks felt nice too. For a long time, I stayed still, savoring the feeling of my probe flexing in her bowels, and loving the return attention of her sphincter closing and opening around my shaft. I waited until she plaintively begged me to fuck her ass before starting to move. I put her feet on my shoulders and leaned forward over her when I began to pump her ass. Slowly at first, I relished every single move, whether an out stroke or a plunge in because her opening seemed to caress every millimeter of flesh on my cock. Thus I tried to take advantage of every bit of my length. Gradually she got more and more used to my intruder though and began to beg me to fuck her harder and harder. I got faster and faster, ramming into her ass with each thrust. I loved it when she came, loved it even better that I was able to hold off and keep fucking her. Especially when she began changing the angle of her legs every few minutes and used her hand to manipulate her clit. She came a second time, screaming out my name. Still I kept pumping her ass, letting her work on her own clit. Her legs wrapped around my neck and I realized that she was probably as vulnerable as she would ever be, opening herself to anything I wanted to do to her. I couldn't have asked for any more giving relationship from a lover. Perhaps that impacted my brain or my balls, but shortly after that, I felt the point of no return creep up on me and suddenly I was shooting cum out of my cock like a fireman trying to force water to the sixth floor of a raging fire. It seemed to me like the most explosive orgasm I had ever experienced. Perhaps that contributed to Jeannie having one last climax, one that also seemed to be like a conflagration. Her legs hoisted her body up to meet my last few thrusts and hold her there, as her fingernails dug at the sheets beside us. It was after noon, probably a good 30 minutes later that I was able to move from the spot where I had collapsed beside Jeannie. She had recovered enough to roll toward me and engulf me in a loving hug. She whispered, "I love you, Davy. No, don't say anything. I don't want you to say something you don't really mean yet. But I have a question for you." My eyes opened and I looked quizzically at her. "Will you be my one and only lover?" "Your ... one ... and only ... lover?" "Yes. Okay, I'll still let my husband fuck me when he occasionally gets the yen but mostly he's not interested these days." "But wouldn't he mind if you have another lover?" "Oh, sweetie, he's no longer my lover, really. Yeah, we're still married, but he gets what he needs from younger women these days. He doesn't like older women. He usually can't get it up for me any more." "Oh, man! I can't believe any guy couldn't get it up for such a beautiful woman." "So ... answer my question." "Of course. I would love to be your lover." "Okay. We'll keep it discreet. I'm not ready to let Jason know that this friend is screwing his mother. Can we get together sometime next week?" "Sure, just let me know what works for you." "Okay, we'll probably have to work around Jason's schedule but he is busy lots of afternoons and nights. And Jack will take time to fuck one of his secretaries any time I tell him too. Now we'd better get you cleaned up and moving before the guys get back home." Epilogue: It turned out that over the next four years, I slept in the Jenkins' king sized bed in the master bedroom more than Jack Jenkins did. Well, that might be a slight exaggeration but not much. By the second semester that year, Jason had received a scholarship to a prep school about 75 miles away so he moved into the dorm there to finish his last two and half years of high school before going on to college. That left Jeannie alone at home frequently since Jack elected to spend three or four nights a week in bed with one of his young women. My parents occasionally questioned my sleeping over at "my friend's house" but didn't object enough to find out that my friend was actually an older female. After I graduated, I was notified that I had qualified for a scholarship at the local university and my parents urged me to take advantage of it, even committing themselves to pay for the additional expenses. Thus I have been taking classes for a degree in General Business while sleeping with my older mistress. I must admit that I have been embarrassed on more than one occasion when I fell asleep in class after Jeannie fucked my brains out all night long. However I've done well enough that I'm now in my senior year of college. I don't know where our relationship will go after I graduate. I've thought about it often enough that I have some ideas. The relationship between Jeannie and Jack has continued to deteriorate to the point that they no longer sleep together. She says that she has told him that she is no longer in love with him, just as he no longer loves her. She will not let him fuck her, even on the rare occasions when he shows any interest. So ... I'm thinking of encouraging her to get a divorce and live full time with me. I don't know if she will agree but I do think she would like to live with me every day. That, I think, would be Nirvana! The end. Games People Play Growing up, I'd always been close with my twin sister Dianne, though she hated being called that. Calling her "Di" long before Princess Dianne made the name famous, it suited her personality. Outgoing and vivacious with short fiery red hair, Di was adventurous almost to a fault. Not that I wasn't, but I tended to be a little more reserved in comparison. The thing about having a twin sister had its good and bad points. She was both my best friend and confidant, meaning there wasn't anything we didn't openly discuss with one another growing up. Especially when it came to our sexual curiosities and awakening. The one bad thing was her constant reminder that she was my "older sister", though I didn't consider nine minutes difference between us as being worthy of the title. After graduating high school, we had both made the decision to attend a particular university together, though it was a considerable distance away from where we lived. Once again fate seemed to intervene in our behalf however as our Aunt Maggie, mom's older sister, and Uncle Pete happened to have a nice place near the university we wanted to attend. As we'd both hoped, Aunt Maggie suggested we move in with them the moment they'd heard we'd even applied. It would certainly save us both a great deal of money on the one hand, and on the other, we'd always had a great relationship with our Aunt and Uncle over the years. Perhaps it was a bit more intimate than might be thought appropriate in some cases as my Uncle had tutored me in much of my sexual knowledge and awareness, as had Maggie done for my sister. Talking to them openly and uninhibitedly about any curious subject either of us might have had, had always led to some fairly intimate discussions later on between the two of us. I don't know how many times I had gone to bed thinking about my own sister, pleasuring myself to several orgasms and wondering, though in truth, aside from a few childish curiosities explored along the way, we'd never really crossed that particular line with one another. And Di had even admitted to me how she had often become aroused from our discussions as well, and though falling far short of actually admitting she even masturbated about anything we'd talked about or shared, the implication that she had was there. The move was easy for us, though harder on mom and dad of course. Neither Di nor myself were currently involved in any relationships, anticipating that we'd each eventually find someone when school started. But again, with the closeness of our own relationship, neither of us was in any big hurry to begin dating again. Fate and Destiny would take care of that in its own time. Pete and Maggie had a fairly large place, and though not exactly a mansion, they were well enough off to afford a grounds-keeper for the garden, as well as a live in maid that took care of much of the house-hold cleaning. About the only household chores either Di and I had was to maintain our own bedrooms, and do our own laundry. A more than reasonable request for the amount of money we'd be saving by living there rent-free. Di's room was located on the upstairs floor just down the hall from our Aunt and Uncles bedroom. Mine was on the ground floor, a much smaller room which was fine with me as I didn't need all the space, nor did I need the oversized walk-in closet that Di had immediately fallen in love with either. Besides, the French-style doors of my room, exited directly out back towards the spacious swimming pool located just a few feet away. Ideal for those late-night swims I looked forward to taking, not to mention the Jacuzzi for sore muscles after my workouts. Ironically however, it was Di who was the first to try out the pool the night of our arrival, and in so doing, set the stage for what would eventually become the most interesting experience of our lives so far! It was already pretty late. Most everyone had retired to bed earlier. I had decided to finish watching a particular TV program, intending a nice late-night swim afterwards when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye through the blinds in my window. As the glow from the TV set was the only source of light, I immediately switched that off now sitting alone in the dark watching the approach of my twin sister as she crossed the far end of the courtyard towards the pool area. As my Aunt's home was in the shape of a horseshoe, it placed the wing of their rooms across the way and above mine. I noticed the lights in their bedroom were off, though the light from the full moon illuminated everything, particularly the pool area. I watched as Di cast a furtively quick glance in the direction of my bedroom before dropping the bathrobe she was wearing to the ground. It wasn't like I hadn't seen her naked before, I had. But I had to admit: in the intimate light of the full moon, Di's nude form took on a sensuality that was often described in books. Her full breasts seemed to stiffen with the touch of the cool night air, the twin cheeks of her ass almost puckering as she began the slow cautious decent down the steps into the water as she allowed herself to become accustomed to the temperature. Watching her, I became curiously aroused, felt my prick stiffening as I absentmindedly, and without any real thought as to what I was doing, reached down inside the waistband of my shorts and repositioned it as it lengthened. I watched as Di smoothly rolled over onto her back, gliding effortlessly the length of the pool before turning once again, then just as silently cutting through the water face down in the opposite direction. So absorbed had I been in watching my sister swim, I was surprised to discover that someone else had taken notice of it was well. Above, on their private balcony overlooking the courtyard and pool area, stood my Uncle, and though partially hidden by the shadows, the nights illumination gave me a clear view from where he stood while looking down upon my sister's swim. I couldn't exactly blame him for doing so of course; I mean after all, I was doing the very same thing myself! What I didn't expect and found surprising, upon looking away from my Uncle, and back to my sister for a few moments, was when I glanced back to where he was standing. From my vantage point, it was easy to see he'd undone the sash on the robe he'd been wearing. It was open, and by the position of his hands, it was clearly evident as to what he was doing. Fascinated, I watched as he continued to stand there fisting his hard erect cock, that even from this distance was quite obvious. Amused, as well as excited, I found myself doing the very same thing now, taking turns watching him and glancing towards Dianne who was obviously quite oblivious to either one of us. When Dianne finally climbed up and out of the pool, I thought for sure that the show would soon be over. Even Uncle Pete seemed to gather himself, stepping back further into the shadows ensuring that Di wouldn't inadvertently catch him looking down at her. And she did glance that way briefly, before glancing just as quickly in my direction as well before crossing to the far end of the pool, climbing the short flight of steps to the diving board. I thought briefly she was actually going to dive until she walked nonchalantly along the length of the board before sitting down, then laying on it with her legs dangling over the edge. To my continued surprise, I watched as Dianne gingerly spread her legs, slipping a delicate hand down between them and began a slow playful fingering of herself as she did. Glancing back up to where my Uncle had once stood, I fully expected to again see him fisting himself as he watched her. I was even more surprised to find that he had gone back inside. Perhaps some twinge of remorse had gotten a hold of him, guilt perhaps at becoming aroused while watching his own niece, especially as she was now openly masturbating while lying on the edge of the diving board for all the world to see, had they been looking. I however had no such thoughts, having frequently masturbated in the past while conjuring images of my sister's nude form, or recalling several of the intimate discussions we'd often shared. It was a night of continuing surprises however, each one becoming even more surprising than the last. When I again glanced back towards the bedroom balcony, not only did I again spot my uncle, but also my aunt! And neither of them was wearing anything either. My uncle stood, Aunt Maggie behind just off to one side. I watched as her hand fondled and stroked his rigid member, his hand likewise down between my Aunts legs as he fondled and played with her. Both were fully consumed while watching my sister as she had begun to even more vigorously pleasure herself on the edge of the diving board, legs spread obscenely off on either side as her fingers continued to twirl about her clitoris in what was becoming an obvious race to the finish line. Though I had never seen my own mother fully naked before, just rare occasional glimpses of her as I'd caught her in various stages of dressing or undressing, now seeing my aunt so fully revealed made me realize just how similarly built the two of them were. I guess that large breasts ran in the family. Dianne certainly was, as was mom of course. But now seeing my Aunt's clearly revealed breasts confirmed their similarities, as well as their subtle differences too. Maggie's had a more mature look and shape to them of course, quite naturally so. But I found them equally alluring and provocative in their own way, as I had found my sister's to be in hers. I found myself desirous of a much closer look, perhaps even a side-by -side comparison, though the likelihood of that happening at the moment anyway was being far remote. I found the boldness of their secretive adventure quite exciting however, in ways I could have never imagined. I had always known of course that neither my Aunt nor Uncle were prudes, certainly not by their openness in conversations, and the frankness of their answers whenever asked. I also had already formed the opinion that they continued to share an active and exciting sex-life, though had never imagined experiencing that, even in this way, before now. I could feel my own orgasm approach, the pearly liquid of precum now oozing from the head of my cock in copious amounts, not sure in what direction to look or enjoy those pleasures when they came. On the balcony, my aunt continued pumping my uncles prick, faster and harder now as though trying to simultaneously achieve orgasm with my sister, as she too seemed to have let all caution go to the wind, now sitting up on the edge of the board, one hand pulling on and twisting a nipple, the other furiously frigging her clit in wild abandon. My own cock was on the verge of explosion, and it was just a matter of who I was looking at when I did. Even through the window, and at the distance that I was, I could clearly hear the audible sigh and deep throaty moan of Dianne's climax when it came. Looking up back towards the balcony, it was clearly obvious by the way my Aunt was now holding my Uncle's cock, that she was milking his semen from it in hard felt jettison's of spunk as she aimed it through the open grates of the ornamental safety fence that surrounded the balcony. I saw him bracing his hands upon the railing, eyes still clearly focused down towards Dianne as she exploded, and as Maggie slowly coaxed the last vestiges of my Uncles cream from his prick. The climax that surged through the length of my cock felt like it would rip the top of my head off. Collapsing back into my bed, I felt the streamers of spunk escaping my prick, showering myself while images of my sister twiddling her twat seemed to merge with those of my Aunt jacking off my Uncle. By the time I'd recomposed myself, once again looking out through the window, everyone had gone. Just as though the whole thing had been nothing more than a figment of my own imagination. Had it not been for the closing of the door across the way where I realized my sister had just entered back into the house, I might have actually wondered. # It was the sound of my Uncles car pulling out of the garage that was near me that woke me from my blissful sleep. A sleep that had been filled with images of the night before, though I had dreamed myself first licking my sister's sweet cunt, then my Aunts. It was Sunday. I recalled my Uncle informing everyone of his golf date early in the morning. Glancing at the alarm on the nightstand, it was just seven o'clock, and I was famished! Making my way down the hallway towards the kitchen area, I stopped short at the sound of voices, obviously my Aunt and sister were already awake, enjoying a cup of coffee together as the aroma of freshly made coffee tempted me to enter in and join them. And I would have, had it not been for the question I heard Dianne asking our Aunt. "So you and Uncle Pete watched me?" For a moment, I was sure they were talking about something else, another place, and another time. Surely they weren't discussing last night. "Hell yes!" I heard Maggie laugh in response. "I was almost asleep when he came back into the bedroom and told me what you were doing! Like I said honey, your Uncle and I have this little game we enjoy playing, and we do it all the time. The fact that you inadvertently joined us, or helped us to enjoy you, in all fairness wasn't something I was willing to hide from you either. And your Uncle agreed. He felt it was only right that we tell you that we watched, and more importantly, explained to you what we enjoy doing just in case there are any future encounters like the one last night." I heard Dianne giggle. "Well, I have to admit Aunt Maggie, I did wonder if I might get caught, though to be honest, I was half expecting it to be Brandon, and not either one of you!" At the sound of my name, I took a half step backwards, worried now that I might be breathing too hard, and thus overheard. Not only was this conversation turning interesting, but it was evident to me now that Dianne had indeed half expected me to be watching her, and for all I knew, wishing it! "So...tell me more about this game you and Uncle Pete enjoy playing!" Dianne pressed. "Only if you stop calling me your Aunt Maggie!" My Aunt told her. "Just call me Mag's or Maggie if you prefer. But Aunt Maggie seems so formal and impersonal, especially now under the circumstances." Once again I heard Dianne laugh. "Ok, Mag's!" she again giggled. "But tell me more about this naughty little game of yours and Uncle Pete's!" Suddenly, I was just as interested in hearing about it as she was. "Well, for one thing," she began. "We promised one another a long time ago that we weren't going to turn out like a lot of old married couples. We wanted to ensure there would always be excitement and adventure in our sex-life. And as both your Uncle and I have expressed to you in the past in our conversations, we view masturbation as perfectly normal, certainly healthy, and it can be fun as well as entertaining without becoming boring whatsoever." "I remember," Dianne offered, as did I. It had been my Uncle Pete who had first caught me stroking my dick behind the house while looking at some girlie magazine I had fished out of the neighbor's garbage. At first I felt ashamed, dirty...and worse, scared that he would go in and tell my parents what he'd caught me doing. Instead, he had assured me that what I was doing was perfectly normal, that he in fact still did it frequently himself, and was also most certain that my own father, even my mother did as well. He then went on to tell me that anytime I wanted to discuss anything of a sexual nature with him that he'd do his best to explain it to me, and that I was never to fear his betraying our trust or confidence in anything we spoke of. He never did. Which is basically how things had evolved up unto this very point. I had also surmised that Dianne was getting the same sort of advice from my Aunt, which we confirmed early on was the case when comparing notes, and then entering into our own personal intimate little discussions. "So, just how often do you do it anyway?" I heard Dianne asking. "Oh, I'd say nearly every single day. And quite often, several times a day," Maggie added. "But the whole point of the game is to do it without getting caught, though sometimes getting caught is also part of the game too. Adding in the element of danger just adds to the excitement. Then of course there is the idea of exhibitionism that I believe is in all of us, plus the aspect of voyeurism too. I like the idea that someone might be watching me, either secretly, or obviously. And I also like watching someone, whether it be your uncle, the gardener, our maid...or like last night, you." "The maid?" Dianne exclaimed in surprise. Once again Maggie laughed. "Why else do you think your Uncle hired her?" she asked. "Lets face it, she's certainly not the best house-keeper we've ever had, but one of the conditions of her employment was that she occasionally masturbate for us while we watch, though your uncle prefers to try and catch her at it. He even pays her a bonus to do it openly, with some chance of discovery, so she can't just lock herself in her bedroom either. She has to do it where someone could actually see her doing it. She gets a bonus either way, though if she does it and isn't seen, it's not quite as much as if she gets caught doing it, and not as much as when she joins us while we all masturbate together." "And you and Uncle Pete do the same?" Dianne questioned. "Pretty much yes. And part of the game is that we're totally honest with one another about it too. Much like last night, and this morning." "This morning? You've already done it this morning? I thought you'd just gotten up when I did." Once again I heard Maggie laugh. "Oh honey, I've been doing it the entire time you've been sitting here!" she told her. "That's the truthful part of the game I was telling you about. Later, after your Uncle gets home, I'll tell him all about this. Tell him how we sat at the breakfast table talking about it, all the while I was touching myself without your being aware of it." "Until now you mean." "Yeah, until now." "And then you'll tell him about that too?" "Of course." "And you'll tell him that I was masturbating as well?" "Are you?" I heard the sound of the chair move. More than anything I wanted to enter the kitchen and join them. But I also felt like that would disrupt everything, and besides, now I was curious as to when, if ever, that my Aunt and Uncle would bring me into their confidence as well. Additionally, I was also curious to see if Dianne might tell me about it, it had been quite a while after all since we'd really sat down and had a real good sexy discussion with one another. But after last night, and now this morning, I felt we were both long well over due. "I guess you are!" Maggie shot back a moment later with an added giggle of her own. "Let me watch you cum Mag's" Dianne asked sincerely. "Before Brandon gets up!" "We'd better hurry then, I have a feeling he'll be up soon," she added with a sly smile in her tone of voice. "And something else too, I'd be willing to bet he was watching you last night just as we were," she added. "Wondered about that myself," Dianne admitted. "Maybe I'll even ask him...later." With that, I soon tiptoed as quietly as I could back down the hall to my room. Gathering up what few dirty clothes I already had, I then decided to drop them into the washer on my way back to the kitchen, this time making enough noise to alert the two of them to my presence. Perhaps by that time they would have finished watching one another getting off, and even more importantly, perhaps even include me in their naughty little conversation. Games People Play Turning the doorknob, I stepped into the laundry room and nearly tripped over myself in doing so. There stood Carlotta, their maid, shorts down around her ankles, panties stretched tightly just above the knees. Even more amazing however was the appearance of a bright green cucumber firmly embedded deep within her near hairless cunt. Speechless for a moment, obviously surprised, even embarrassed, I spoke before she did. "I'll make sure Uncle Pete knows I caught you," I informed her grinning. "Maybe you'll get something extra for someone else finding you besides either my Aunt or my Uncle." Carlotta relaxed, smiling, then nodding her head as she finished tossing in the few added things I had brought into the room with me. I watched briefly for a moment before turning and heading back out the door, the cucumber still comfortably resting between her legs. By the time I had again reached the kitchen area, I could smell bacon cooking. This time I continued on through the door without stopping, somewhat disappointed that I caught neither of them with their fingers happily dancing on their pussies, but quickly reminded that I was after all still famished. "So...what's for breakfast I asked?" # Though a nice healthy breakfast had certainly curbed my physical appetite, my emotional appetite remained. Neither Di, nor my aunt had alluded to anything of a sexual nature whatsoever. And the fact that they had both masturbated just minutes before my arrival, was driving my curiosity insane. With my Uncle still out on the golf course somewhere, Di and my Aunt headed out to do some shopping. I figured to spend some quiet time alone given the opportunity to do so, and thus wandered about the house and grounds giving myself a brief tour. In the back of my mind of course, I half hoped at the very least to catch Carlotta enjoying herself once again, but she had after all already performed for the day, so the likelihood of her doing so again seemed remote. I had half talked myself into a late afternoon swim when I spotted Carlotta's husband, Carlos the groundskeeper as he wheeled the now empty wheelbarrow back into the shed after having finished weeding the garden. Where Carlotta was small in stature, though full-figured, Carlos was a tall well-muscled individual. And though my Uncle Pete may very well have had some say in hiring Carlotta, I had no doubt upon seeing Carlos that my Aunt Maggie had most likely had the final say. He was ruggedly handsome in that sexy-Latino type of way that I knew she most favored. Coming from a Spanish background herself, Aunt Maggie always had had a thing for the tall dark and handsome types. I was preparing to duck into my bedroom when I saw Carlotta enter the shed behind Carlos. And though she made some half-assed effort at closing the door, it remained ajar, leaving me more than just a bit curious as to what it was she might be up to. Making my way quickly towards the shed, which was the size of a small garage, I was happy to see that it was well lit. Though I couldn't see them as yet, I could hear the sound of their voices somewhere down at the far end. Under the circumstances, I wasn't too afraid of being caught, catching them. For all I knew, they might in fact be well aware of the possibility. At this point I didn't know if there was anything extra in it for them or not. Didn't matter really, whatever they were doing or up to was obvious by the sounds I could now hear. "That's it baby! That's it! Suck my pussy!" As quiet as a church mouse, I made my way down one of the isles that separated the various gardening tools. Peering briefly through the shelves as I made my way down the isle, I soon spotted them on the far isle facing away from me. Carlotta was sitting on the edge of one of the workbenches, already the short-shorts she'd been wearing earlier when I came upon her in the laundry room where gone. But unlike in the laundry room this time the blouse she'd been wearing was undone all the way, exposing her fairly large breasts with two of the darkest, largest areola's I had ever seen. Carlos was down on his knees before her, his mouth already busily lapping away at her cunt, one hand reaching up to cup and maul her exposed breast, tweaking, twisting and pulling on those amazingly long, hard extended nipples. "That's it baby! Eat it! Suck my clit!" Even as she spoke, she looked up and spotted me almost immediately. Almost as if she knew I was there all along. She made no effort to stop what they were doing, nor alert Carlos to my presence. Whether he knew I was there or not didn't seem to matter. And probably didn't. But even so, I remained partially hidden as well as quiet as I continued to watch the two of them from my place of concealment. Once again she smiled, wet her lips as she looked at me, then placed her hand firmly against her husbands head, pushing it even harder against herself. "Suck it! Suck it hard you fucking bastard!" She near screamed. "Make me cum all over your face!" As Carlos now began sucking her cunt for all he was worth, I again saw her look towards me, a wicked mischievous smile on her face, then mouthing the words towards me. "Take...it...out!" There was no mistaking what she wanted, and I was already half there anyway. I hadn't even realized that my hand was already caressing my rock-hard prick from the outside of my pants. Unzipping myself, I freed my turgid member and gave the mushroomed head of my prick a nice loving squeeze, milking the anticipated and hoped for lubrication that I now used to further stimulate and caress my prick with. To my surprise, Carlotta frowned, letting me know as she did that she couldn't see what I was actually doing. Stepping out from around the shelving, I lowered my Levi's as well, fully exposing myself to her as I did. Now she grinned, nodding her approval and began humping herself against Carlos face with real determination. "Yes baby...yes," she mewled now. "Make Carlotta cum" she addressed herself. "Make Carlotta's pussy gush all over her husbands face. Make me squirt deep into your mouth lover, then watch as you soon squirt into mine!" In seconds, she was doing just that, and I watched in abject fascination, as Carlotta's pussy seemed to explode in a rich creamy cascade of frothy-white cunt juice. Carlos half gagged, almost drowning from the deluge that poured forth from her pussy, but he'd obviously been there before, now drinking her down furiously as she came. So close to the edge now myself, I was on the verge of tipping myself over when she spoke, this time without mouthing the words, purposely, and without fear. "No...not yet!" She told me directly. "You cum when Carlos cums!" She ordered. I then realized that Carlos too had to have been aware of my presence all along. When he finally stood up, his face still slick with his wife's pleasures, he smiled, licking the sweet residue from his finger-tips, and then hers as she reached down to gather up some of the moisture that remained between her legs. "Taste?" she asked offering me a finger. I looked uncertainly towards her husband, but though he spoke not a word, he continued to smile towards me in a non-threatening way. "He speaks little English," she informed me. "But you have no reason to fear anything. He quite likes the game," she added, once again alluding to the obvious arrangement that the two of them had agreed to beforehand. It felt a little odd standing there with my prick sticking straight out, odder still doing so with one of Carlotta's sweet tasting fingers in my mouth as I sucked it. "Will you cum for me now?" She asked hotly. "Will you make your prick squirt with pleasure just as my husbands will do as I suck it?" she questioned me. Now it was my turn to simply nod my head, grin and then smile in the direction of Carlos as he finally stood, the sound of his buckle being undone, his pants dropping onto the concrete floor of the shed. I've seen some fairly large pricks before. And not to say I'm ashamed of my own either, but Carlos had one of those cocks that you'd expect to see in some porn movie. This guy was enormous, and by the looks of it, he was still thickening, growing, even as I felt my own suddenly shy away. "Not so good for fucking," she told me, speaking as though she'd just given me the weather report, wagging his enormous dick back and forth within her smallish sized hands. I had no way of knowing if he fully understood what she'd just said or not, though he continued to smile as she continued to wave his cock back and forth towards me like it was a light-saber. For the briefest of moments, I had this weird image of the two of us, Carlos dressed all in black, sounding much like James Earl Jones when he spoke, holding onto an enormous blue glowing dick. Me, Obi One Kan "knobby" if you will, as I had at least noticed the head of my dick was just as big, if not bigger than his. Or at least it was when it began growing again as Carlotta then knelt down in front of him and began licking the entire length of that massive shaft. "And besides, he prefers it when I suck or jack him off anyway," she added with a knowing wink. "So now watch as I make it spurt inside my mouth, then you come here and cum all over my titties for me while I watch ok?" "Ok!" I agreed, suddenly speaking with a Spanish accent though I hoped sincerely neither one of them had really noticed. I had really expected gallons of spunk to pour forth from that massive cock of his when he came. And perhaps at times that's what happened, but when it came to copious amounts of spurting fluids, I would beat Carlos Vader here hands down. Still, it was exciting as hell to watch as Carlos threw his head back, crying out in that deep rich voice of his when he came. Carlotta jacking that massive cock off with two hands, along with her mouth as she sucked him dry. Holding off as best as I could, I waited until she finally stood stepping away from him. Cupping those lovely breasts with her hands, she then offered them towards me, fingering the still taut nipples as she did. "You ready to lotion up my tits for me?" she questioned. I was...and I did. # Di and Maggie arrived home a couple of hours later. By then Carlos was off somewhere playing in the dirt again, and I had seen Carlotta wandering about as well, though she carried the feather duster she was using in a fairly strange place. I helped carry in the groceries while the girls put things away. "Enjoy your day?" Di asked me. "You could say that," I told her cryptically. "Oh?" I didn't answer, just smiling. "I see we're gonna have to have one of our talks," she said winking with a knowing grin. "Yeah, maybe we should," I added back at her still grinning myself. "How long before dinner?" Di turned asking my Aunt as she finished putting away the final few things. "Couple of hours," Maggie answered. "If you two wanna go for a swim or something, I'll come find you when its time for dinner." "Or something..." I half whispered towards Di, who then shot me a very curious look. "Meet me in my room," I added quickly before she could speak, then turned and headed off before she could question me further. "So ok...spill it!" Di stated closing the door behind me as she entered my room. "What have you been up to today anyway?" "Maybe the question should be...what have you been up to?" Di tried to play innocent for a brief moment, but I'd seen that look too many times before to be fooled by it. "So...what did you hear anyway?" she asked me now realizing I obviously knew more than I was letting on. I then told Di everything I'd heard and knew about, including the fact that she and my Aunt had obviously masturbated together, or perhaps one another even for all I knew. There was really very little else, though she did fill me in on a few more details of their conversation before I'd arrived, as well as just exactly what they had done after I'd left. "So you actually watched one another get off?" I questioned incredulously. "Yep!" Di quipped coyly. "And I have to admit Brandon, it was exciting as hell. I mean I've seen a few porn films of course, and once I experimented a little with another girlfriend of mine, but I have to tell you, watching Maggie touching herself while she watched me was one of the most erotic experiences I've ever had!" It was then that I told her about my little afternoon excursion while Di sat there with her mouth open listening to me. "And like you said Sis, not that I'm into guys or anything like that either, but watching Carlotta sucking and jacking off her husbands dick was horny as hell!" "Speaking of which," Di smiled. "Hearing your story, and remembering this morning has had me horny all day, even more so now." "I know what you mean," I admitted to her. I could feel the press of my hard dick against my Levi's and it was becoming more than a bit uncomfortable. "You know something?" Di questioned. "No...what?" "In all these years, you and I have never watched one another." Once again I smiled. "Well, not sure that's true exactly. Once I did hide under your bed, and then used a hand-held mirror to watch you when you snuck one of mom's toys into your room when you were younger." "You did?" Di squealed with feigned embarrassment. "And then what did you do?" "What do you think I did?" I told her. "I waited until you'd fallen asleep, then I left you a little present." I saw the look on her face as she looked back in time trying to remember. Then she suddenly burst out laughing. "You know...I always wondered what the hell it was that got stuck in my hair. Never could figure it out," she added with sudden knowledge. "You ever catch me at it?" I asked her curiously. "Are you kidding? More times than I can actually count really. Like the time we'd just finished watching American Pie, remember? Then suddenly you volunteered to go to the store for mother. I remember looking over the grocery receipt, wondering later where the pie was that was listed there. Then realized suddenly why it wasn't in the fridge. When you went up to your room early that evening, pretending to be tired, I climbed up onto the roof the way we did when we were kids, snuck over to the window, and watched you fuck the hell out of that warm apple pie. Funniest thing I've ever seen in my entire life!" For the first time ever I was actually embarrassed. "And one of the damned hottest too!" she added. "So we've seen one another," I said smiling. "Seen yes...really watched, no." I looked at Di with a serious expression on my face. "I'd really enjoy watching you," I told her. "I'd enjoy watching you too," she replied, and then stood before I could respond further, removing the blouse she was wearing. I'd certainly seen Di running about the house in her bra before. There was nothing new about that, but there's something to be said about seeing it in that context, and this one, as she reached back around behind herself, releasing the catch. "Well?" I stood, undoing my own shirt, then unzipping my pants just as her bra fell away, revealing those magnificent breasts of hers. "I wouldn't mind seeing those dark colored nipples of Carlotta's", she stated as hers appeared, far more pinkish in color, with areolas less than half the size. But Di's extended nipples were every bit as hard and long, and I wanted to suck on each of them desperately. "I'm sure that all you'll have to do is ask," I informed her. "I'm reasonably sure she wouldn't mind. And I'm sure that Carlos will be more than happy to show you his dick as well," I added just as Di reached over, releasing my prick from within the confines of my underwear. "Maybe later. Right now...I'm only interested in seeing your dick," she grinned wickedly. "Thought you wanted to watch," I asked as she stood there stroking my rigid prick. "Both," she replied. "I wanna watch, and do!" Moments later we were sitting across from one another on the bed, Di busily stroking herself with abandon, obviously enjoying the pleasure in my watching her doing so, as well as the pleasure I saw in her face in watching me as I not only showed her, but told her how it was that I enjoyed touching myself. "You like the way that feels?" she asked curiously as I first twisted the head of my prick, letting go, and then roughly grab it again, twisting it the opposite way. "Depends." "Depends?" "Yeah, depends on what mood I'm in. Or how horny I am. "Sometimes I like to play with it rough, like this..." Di watched as I slapped it, hard. By the look on her face it surprised her. "Doesn't that hurt?" "A little, but if I'm really horny, like I am now, it feels really good too. Don't you like it rough sometimes?" By way of answer, I watched as Di suddenly slapped the lips of her cunt with her hand, harder even the second time, harder still the third. "You mean...like that?" I answered with a couple of more hard slaps, then tight-fisted twists of my hand as she watched me stroking my prick with pure lustful interest. "May I?" I released my dick, felt my sister's hand surround it and gingerly begin to explore. "Yeah...sometimes really soft and slow is nice too," I told her, enjoying the incredible difference in sensation. Without asking, I reached over, allowed my finger to lightly caress her outer lips, locating easily her hard extended clit, feeling her jump involuntarily when I touched it. "Hmmm, that feels nice," she cooed audibly. "Yes, yes it does!" I agreed. We continued to sit there playing with one another. I enjoyed the sensation of probing her inside, feeling the wet slickness of her juices as they coated my finger, then applying that same sweet slipperiness to her clit, feeling her bounce and jump involuntarily once again as I did. Likewise, enjoying the pleasure of her squeeze as she coaxed repeated amounts of liquid precum from the head of my dick, smearing the glands, then the shaft, then caressing my balls before returning for more. Orgasm was approaching for both of us, but I didn't want this to end, the pleasure of just playing with one another in this way was even more pleasurable than what I knew the inevitable orgasm would be. Well, in a different way at least. "Fuck, I wanna cum, but I don't want to either!" Di told me. I knew what she meant too. Neither of us had heard the door open, nor did either of us know just how long Maggie had stood there watching us. But at some point I glanced up, there Maggie stood, her skirt down around her ankles, her fingers furiously fucking her cunt as she stood there watching us. "For gods sakes don't stop! I'm almost there!" she warned us. Just hearing her say that triggered my own orgasm, and in the next instant I was ejaculating cream everywhere, much to Di's delight and excitement as she now jack-hammered my prick, forcing out the remaining ribbon's of flying cream much to her delight, and climax as my fingers now triggered her own pleasured sweetness as the pearly liquid flowed between her legs, filling the palm of my hand. "Oh fuck!" Maggie cried out moments later. And then Di and I both watched in awe as Maggie's pussy suddenly spewed forth a streamer of fluid that was every bit as copious as my own. "Damn, wish I could do that!" Di stated a moment later when she was able to find her voice again. I was still gazing in amazement at the obvious wet puddles coating the tiled floor. "You can!" Maggie assured her. "Every woman can actually. It just takes a little practice, patience, and a whole lot of excitement," she informed her. "I love practicing," Di giggled. "Yeah...me too," I added "Every single day in fact." "Good, then perhaps after dinner, we can all practice together if you'd like," Maggie grinned hugging us both. "And I'm willing to bet, even if Pete had a bad day golfing, that if the three of us surprise him a little later, he'll forget all about it." Games People Play Suddenly I was famished again. "By the way, what's for dinner anyway?" "Pasta!" Maggie told us. Which was one of my favorite foods. "And for dessert? I bought a nice juicy apple pie." Di and I burst out laughing in perfect unison. "What's so funny?" Maggie asked curiously. "Ever seen the movie American Pie?" "No." "Remind me to pick up a copy of it tomorrow," Di told her. "And after we watch it, I have a funny story to tell you." "Do tell," Maggie said lifting a single eyebrow. "Tomorrow," Di assured her. "Tomorrow." # After enjoying a nice dinner together, Pete suggested moving into the sitting room for cocktails. Normally, this was where my aunt and uncle would discuss the days events rather than at the dinner table. As Pete was in a good mood after his arrival home, it was obvious he'd had a good day golfing, and as expected, he then shared with everyone his incredible day. "So, how did your first day go?" Pete asked us. We looked at each other smiling, then I turned to my uncle and shared with him the brief encounter I'd had with their maid in the laundry room that morning, then later the erotic little episode in the shed. "Guess I owe Carlotta another bonus," he said grinning. He fidgeted in his seat as he spoke. It was obvious that he was becoming aroused as well as uncomfortable. "Obviously your Aunt has told you about our little game." Di then shared her morning adventure with her Aunt. "You're leaving out the best part honey," Mag's spoke after she'd finished. "There's more?" Pete questioned curiously. I saw Dianne actually blush, causing Pete to lift a curious eyebrow towards us. Maggie then went on to tell him about catching Dianne and I sitting on the bed masturbating one another just before dinner. "Sounds like I should have stayed home instead of playing golf!" He announced shifting once again. "Perhaps you should have," Maggie stated sarcastically, "Though I think if the twins are up for it, we could certainly have a naughty fun evening together here." Pete glanced towards the two of us curiously, but it was Dianne that smoothed over any awkwardness. "I'm game...if Brandon is!" The thought of seeing my Aunt naked, masturbating was a no-brainer. "Sounds good to me!" I announced. Seconds later we had all shed our clothing, both Dianne and I now curious as to what would happen next. Maggie solved that little problem by joining me on the couch, as Pete motioned for Dianne to join him on his large oversized chair. Sitting crossways within his lap, she reached down easily and began coaxing my uncle's prick to an even greater firmness as he likewise began petting my sister's hairless quim. As my Aunt sat next to me, I immediately latched on to one of her magnificent breasts, twirling her hard extended nipple gently between my fingers before leaning over to suck it deeply within my mouth. "Oooh, that's nice!" she purred as her hand began to gently fondle my turgid organ like a flute player. As I sucked that gorgeous boob of hers, I noticed that she was busily stroking her engorged clit with her free hand, still maintaining a firm grasp about my prick as she did. "How's that feel Brandon?" she asked me unnecessarily. "Fucking great!" I told her uninhibitedly using a word I'd never spoken in front of them before. I heard my uncle laugh across the short distance where he and my sister continued fondling and stroking one another. "Yes, it does feel fucking nice doesn't it!" he added pleasurably. We played like this for a while longer until my aunt decided it was time to escalate our activities to a new level. Standing up and taking my hand, she first led me, then Dianne over towards the other couch. I thought for a moment that she wanted us to sit down on either side of her. "No, continue standing she announced, but lean forward...both of you and hold on to the back of it." We did so, looking at one another curiously as Mag's stood behind us, my uncle still sitting within his chair, slow-stroking his enormous prick while he watched. It was then that I felt my aunt's hand come from between my legs, grasping my shaft. By the look on Dianne's face, I knew that Mag's was doing the same thing to her, now simultaneously fondling, and fingering us both. "I think something's still missing here," she purred glancing towards my uncle who now stood and approached my aunt from behind. Except it was obvious within moments that he had slid his prick deep inside our aunt's cunt from behind as she continued masturbating the two of us simultaneously. Standing as we were, it was easy for me to reach over and grasp one of my sister's dangling breasts, giving it a loving caress, fingering her taut hard little nipples and hearing the sigh of contentment from her as I did. "Ok, I am way past horny now," she announced. "There's something I've always wanted to do, but never thought I'd get the chance to do until now." "What's that?" Mag's asked her. "Go ahead honey," my uncle urged. "Whatever you'd like to do or experience tonight is fine by us, isn't it Maggie?" My Aunt could barely talk, her face flushed with passion and excitement as my uncle reluctantly withdrew from her tight-fitting pussy. "I've a few of those thoughts myself," she added in a sultry breathless tone. "Sit here," she announced, directing both my uncle and myself to sit side-by-side on the couch. Doing so, Dianne then positioned herself on the floor kneeling in front of the two of us. I expected her to fondle us simultaneously yes, something she had once shared with me as being one of her fantasies, but I hadn't expected or imagined it when she placed our cocks together side-by-side, and then began slow-stroking them up and down against one another. "Ohhh, now that looks deliciously wicked!" Maggie stated coming over to position herself on the nearby armrest. Doing so, she then spread her legs apart about as far as possible, splitting her labia with one hand until the glistening moisture between her legs was more fully revealed. As she did, her tiny pink clit emerged, smooth shiny head just peaking out which she now rubbed in a circular motion with her fingers as I watched, mesmerized by the erotic little finger dance that she was performing. Adding to that stimulus was the frictional stroking of my dick against my uncles hard cock as Dianne periodically spit on the two of us, adding lubrication and pleasure to her continued stroking's. "I love seeing a nice hard cock spurting its juice," she informed us playfully. "Think you can do that for me?" she asked both of us. "I'd enjoy seeing that too!" my aunt announced, "but let me know when you're getting close, I'd like to try and cum with you," she grinned. Knowing that my aunt could literally "squirt" like a guy could, I readily agreed, looking forward to watching her, watching my cock along with my uncle's as all three of us erupted spilling our respective pleasures against one another. Dianne began playing with the two of us more seriously at that point, taking each of us separately in hand now, though occasionally still rubbing our dicks against one another, as well as against her free-swaying breasts, or even standing to rub them against her hot swollen pussy lips as my aunt continued to sit on the arm of the couch, fingering, twirling, and sometimes slapping her pussy lips with her hand as the inevitable finally approached. "I'm almost there!" Pete exclaimed grimacing as he fought off the urge to ejaculate. "Fuck...me too!" I confirmed as the delicious sensation and need to spurt spunk seized my thoughts. "Then do it!" Maggie screamed. "Do it now!" And with that the first jettison of her cunt threw a streamer of clear silky fluid the full length of the couch, landing directly atop my prick as well as my uncles. Even before the second jettison of my aunt's cunt began, I felt the first delicious spurt of my own release literally blow the head of my cock off. Dianne continued pumping it up and down, watching the milky white semen from my cock explode, throwing several ribbon's of my juice high into the hair, mingling now with the second and third cascading water falls of cream that continued to spurt from my aunts cunt like Niagara Falls. Pete's orgasm was a millisecond behind my own, adding his own icing to the twin cakes of my sister's breasts as she directed his pleasures against herself, coating each of her luscious looking tittles with his pearly essence. "Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" my aunt cried out, now standing and walking over to direct the last of her female squirtings against Dianne's breasts until the three combined juices from all of us had covered her tits in a milk-frothy mess of sticky, gooey syrup. "Holy shit that was hot!" Dianne announced suddenly sitting back, releasing both my uncles prick as well as my own as she now massaged the massive mess of our combined spendings into her breasts. Taking a few moments to recover from our respective orgasms, it was realized that in all fairness that it was now time that Dianne enjoy hers. Laying her down on the floor, Maggie then slithered up between my sister's extended legs, parting them as though parting the red sea, then tenderly allowed the flick of her tongue to announce its intention. Hearing Di's mewl of anticipation and acceptance, I soon joined them both, wrapping my lips around one of Dianne's extended nipples as my uncle took cue from this, soon after doing the same thing to the other. "Holy shit that feels good!" Di announced happily as the three of us proceeded to pleasure her with tongue and lips. Seeing my aunt going down on my sister was a sight I could never have imagined. And though I had just climaxed only moments ago, already the excitement was coursing through my rapidly growing prick, and I noticed as well that my uncles seemed to be doing the very same thing as mine was. "Maggie?" "Yes honey?" "That's something else I've always been curious about too." "Oh? And what's that?" "What you're doing." "You mean licking you? Sucking your clit? Licking your pussy?" Hearing my aunt talking so dirty soon had me rock hard once again. "Yes...that." "Uh huh. And?" "Well, I've always wondered..." Maggie smiled, then repositioned herself without speaking over my sister's face so that the two of them were now embraced in an erotic little '69' with one another there on the floor of the sitting room. "That what you had in mind?" she asked. Dianne answered by slipping her tongue deep inside my aunt's cunt, hearing my aunt's low guttural moan of approval as she did. I hadn't noticed my uncle moving over to sit beside me while we watched my sister and aunt busily devouring one another. Nor did it register for a moment until I felt the subtle sensation of his hand clasping my prick and begin moving it up and down. I glanced briefly towards him, seeing his member all hard and swollen once again, the head of his prick purplish, throbbing with need and anticipation as without thought I reached over and began stroking his as he continued stroking my own. "Fair warning, I don't want to drown you," Maggie informed my sister. "But that sweet tongue of yours already has me on the edge!" "Drown away!" Dianne coaxed enthusiastically. "I want to taste you, drink you all up," she added. Though she didn't erupt quite as forcefully as she had a short time ago, I watched in fascination as the tiny cascade of her fluids suddenly began spilling out of my aunt's cunt, bathing my sister's face as she continued lapping at her wildly. With the onrush of my aunt's orgasm, it triggered Dianne's, and though she didn't exactly squirt as my aunt had, and was now doing, the sound of that extra slipperiness could easily be heard as Maggie mashed her face even more forcefully, more fully against my sister's thrashing, wildly undulating pussy mound. I then felt the sudden lurch of my uncle's prick, tearing my eyes away from the decadent spectacle before us in time to see the hot molten lava of his volcanic prick spewing it's cream. I watched, transfixed and noticed that it ran thickly, rather than spurting as it had previously from the tip of his prick until it filled the gaps between my fingers. I continued to pump it out using it by way of lubrication, coating and caressing my uncle's prick until I'd milked out the last final drop of his climax. Only then did I realize that he'd been doing the exact same thing to my own prick as the hot sticky semen bathed my still tightened balls. # It was late by the time we'd all gone to bed. Exhausted, satiated beyond reason, I soon fell into a deep sleep, awakening to the sound of morning bird song and the warmth of sunlight streaming through the window. I was famished. But I was also sporting a morning "woody" as I called it, a "piss-hard" though needing to pee, I was also immediately horny as well, recalling the incredibly erotic happenings of the night before. I was sorely tempted to jerk off into the toilet bowl as I had often done upon awakening, but fought off the urge in hopes and sudden realization that there would no doubt be more games to play and enjoy throughout the day. After I had managed to finally empty my bladder, which was no mean feat as my cock remained somewhat hard. I made my way towards the kitchen area, once again the smell of fresh brewed coffee reaching me before reaching it. As I entered the room I was surprised to find Carlotta sitting there enjoying a cup herself. No one else was up as yet, and though only slightly disappointed at that discovery, I was also immediately pleased when she looked up towards me, smiled and lowered the newspaper she'd been reading. She was naked, and her dark skinned breasts with her chocolate colored nipples greeted me in welcome. "Good morning," she announced in her Spanish accent, her breasts rising and falling as I answered though my eyes remained glued to her magnificent tits. "Good morning. Guess I'm the first one up!" Carlotta stood, confirming that she was indeed naked, quickly retrieving an empty cup, and then pouring me a coffee, which she brought over to me as I took a seat across from where she'd been sitting. "Cream? Sugar?" "Ah no...just black." I announced, once again staring at her tits as well as the tiny thin strip of dark black pussy hair between her legs. "Blow job?" "What?" She laughed, pointing directly at my still erect member that was poking obviously upwards through the flimsy cut-off sweat shorts I had chosen to wear. "You are 'steel' horny? Even after last night?" She proclaimed, stating when she did that she, and most likely Carlos were fully aware of our past evenings escapade. "Yeah...guess I am." I replied boldly, even scooting my chair backwards a little allowing the presence of my erection to continue to fill her eyes. There was a bowl of fruit on the table. Carlotta smiled snatching one of the ripe yellow banana's handing it to me. "Here, use this and fuck me with it," she stated seriously. She stood in front of me, straddling one leg, reaching down to begin fondling my erect prick through the material of my sweat shorts. As asked, I placed the head of the yellow fruit against the opening of her split and watched as it entered her easily, disappearing within seconds deep within the folds of her succulent cunt. "Morning!" My uncle stated as he entered the room. "Coffee?" Carlotta asked him without batting an eyelash. "I'll get it," he grinned, watching us. "You two keep doing what you are, I'll just sit here, enjoy my coffee...and watch." Taking a third seat, my uncle sat, but not before parting his bathrobe revealing that he was naked beneath. One hand on his coffee, the other on his growing prick, he sipped. "Would you like a blowjob this morning Mr. Edwards?" she asked him formally. "In a minute," he nodded. "But I'd like to see you cum on that banana first," he told the two of us. Carlotta smiled, turning back towards me as she fumbled with the waistband of my shorts, worming her hand beneath until coming fully into contact with my firmly erect cock. "Well...aren't we all off to an interesting start?" Both Maggie as well as Dianne had entered the room. Maggie crossed over towards my uncle Pete almost immediately giving him an affectionate kiss, then slipping her hand down into his lap and caressing his now very much awakened prick. Simultaneously, Pete untied the sash on my Aunt's robe, exposing one of her firm breasts, which he then suckled briefly before letting go, motioning over his niece where he then greeted her in much the same way. By this time Carlotta was breathing heavily, nearing her orgasm that I had managed to produce with the near constant in and out fucking of her quim with the thick full banana. "I so enjoy hearing her cum," Maggie announced. "She's always so vocal when she does!" Sure enough, when she came, the near ear-splitting scream of her climax started the dogs to barking outside. "And that...should alert Carlos," Pete laughed mater of factly. Carlo's entered the kitchen area through the back door minutes later. "Good morning," he said simply looking towards my Aunt. Without a word I watched as Maggie jumped up onto the kitchen counter spreading her legs. She then patted the space next to her. "Come here...sit Di," she told my sister. "Carlo's has a wonderful tongue." To my surprise, as Carlo's leaned over to begin licking Maggie's pussy as she sat on the edge of the counter, so did Carlotta begin licking Dianne. Sliding a chair over so he could see better, Pete sat admiring the view as Carlotta mouthed Dianne's pussy with abject determination. "Take a seat," he told me. "We're next!" I watched as the two of them periodically traded places, Carlos soon licking and sucking my sister's clit, as Carlotta licked and simultaneously fingered my Aunt. I wasn't at all surprised when Pete reached over unbuckling Carlo's loose fitting jeans, tugging them down until that massive prick of his was sticking straight out like a baseball bat at the ready. As Carlos licked Dianne, Pete began fisting the massive phallus, cupping the man's balls with one hand and continuing to jack him off with the other. "Go ahead Brandon, finger-fuck Carlotta," he told me. I did so, feeling the slickness of her moisture, the residue of her most recent spending. Watching as I slipped first one, then two fingers deep inside the recess of her cunt as she continued licking my Aunt, sucking in that hard sweet clitoris between her lips. To my added surprise and delight, both Maggie and Dianne turned slightly facing one another in order to pull and fondle one another's tits while having their respective snatches licked and sucked and played with. "Who wants it?" Maggie asked as she fought for control. "Actually...I do!" I surprised everyone saying. Pleased beyond description, Carlotta now moved away as I took her place between my Aunt's legs, and for the first time slipped my tongue between the tasty sweet folds of her sex. "Yummy!" I announced, just as the sweet precious fluid of her liquid explosion filled my mouth. Finally spent, I once again stepped back, hearing my Uncle's words as I did. "You ready Carlos?" he asked. "Si' Si'" he spoke nodding his head rapidly as well. Placing that enormous prick against my sister's cunt, Pete rubbed it back and forth against her clit and lips, pleasuring her in the process, but also pleasuring Carlo's who was on the verge of climax himself. All of us now watched as the thick creamy nectar of his prick began bathing my sister's cunt in thick gobs of cum-butter that soon frosted her entire split from top to bottom. After my Uncle had milked that enormous monster of its fluids, finally releasing it, Carlotta then took his place and began devouring each and every droplet of his climax from my sister's messy looking quim. By the look on my sister's face, I knew she was only moments away from ecstasy. Games People Play "Brandon?" "Yeah?" "Come here...and bring that nice hard cock with you!" I stood moments later as Maggie was now directed to rub my dick against my sister's split, Carlotta continuing to lick and suck us both, alternating between the two. As decadent as this all was, certainly far beyond my wildest imagination, Carlos capped the whole thing off as he knelt down on the floor, gathering in my uncle's prick and began sucking it as Maggie teased my sister's split by briefly inserting the head of my cock inside her, fucking her with it as Carlotta continued to nibble, lick and kiss us both. "Fuck...I'm gonna blow!" I announced unashamedly. Only then did Maggie remove my prick, sandwiching it between Carlotta and herself as each of them now sucked and tickled me towards orgasm. "Hey...what about me?" Quickly jumping down off the counter top, Dianne joined the two of them as all three now pressed my prick against their faces, pumping it, licking it, sucking it in turn until I felt the first hard-felt release sky-rocket up the length of my shaft. "Here...it...cums!" I screamed out, watching the torrent of cream that suddenly emerged, defying gravity momentarily, then pummeling downwards, splashing against faces, breasts and hair. Streamers of cream, liquid spurtings of such intensity that seemed for a moment to be non-diminishing flew from the head of my prick for what seemed like endless minutes. Below me the girls giggling with glee and lustful triumph as they smeared my pleasure against one another, caressing breasts, faces and feeding one another with hands and fingers. The sound of my Uncle's pleasure erupting soon turned each of our heads, Carlos greedily sucking down my Uncle's spunk until his mouth was filled, then leaning over, Carlotta greeting him with open mouth where he spat, and she swallowed, ending the most decadent experience of my entire life. "Well then...now that we've had breakfast, what's for lunch?" I asked. With a great deal of laughter, everyone soon parted and prepared for the day in a more normal fashion. Though I knew even as I followed my sister upstairs to the bedroom that normal for us from this time forward had taken on a whole new meaning. Games People Play "This story is based off a dream I had very recently. I felt that with some work, I could make this into a worthy story. I woke up just as the good part was cumming (pun intended), but that's where I took things to a completely new level. Hope you all enjoy this. Please rate and comment on the story and let me know your thoughts with personal messages. Thank you!" * Addison quietly slipped through the cracked door, looking around for signs of other people. The 18 year old high school senior, followed by another teen boy of similar age, slowly walked into the dimly lit hallway. Neither said a word as they picked up their pace, making as little noise as possible each time their socked feet hit the hard, tiled floor. The two boys were on a mission, and the least bit of noise could attract the kind of attention they so desperately wanted to avoid. Down the hall, the second teen noticed a room that had yet to try. "There, the classroom at the end," he whispered to his partner. Addison nodded, but said not a word. He knew that it was likely in there, as one was usually in an open room in the middle of the floor. Obvious, but still a bit difficult without all the lights on. As they approached the room, they gave the hallway, which splits as it meets the classroom, another look to make sure the coast was clear. The second boy teen went in first, as Addison kept watch for a fraction of a second longer. "This is almost too quiet," Addison thinks to himself. "Here! I found it," the other boy whispers loudly from inside the room. Addison walks into the small classroom, which was even darker than out in the hallway. While everything is barely visible, he see the unmistakable shape of a flashlight head. "Now we can go free people upstairs and they can find the other pieces too!," the second boy says excitedly. "It won't be easy," Addison replied. "The Gargons have found most of them, and there will be at least one sticking around that main group in the chapel. Let's go up as quietly as we came." They both nod, and silently exited the room. The first one out was the first in; the ever excited Charlie Mann. Though his 6 foot frame might have people mistake him for a basketball player, poor Charlie was a huge klutz and had relatively few friends to speak of. Intelligence wasn't his strong suit either. He was wearing his favorite green Zelda t-shirt and baggy jeans that didn't fit quite right on his skinny frame. For the most part, he stuck with his friend and game partner, Addison. Unlike Charlie, Addison was only about 5 foot 4 inches or so. To make up for his lack of height, he was a clever and talented young boy. Though he was considered "cute" by the other girls in high school, with short blonde hair and a face that would make Justin Bieber jealous in envy, Addison's constant problems with shyness and confidence prevented him from forming close relations with said girls. He was wearing a short sleeve orange jacket and tan cargo shorts, which he felt were very appropriate for all the running he would be doing tonight. Both boys were participating in a youth group game called Gargons. The game itself was rather simple and straightforward. There were two kinds of players: Gargons and everyone else. Gargons were essentially taggers. They traveled around the large church that Addison and Charlie were members of, having to yell "Gargon!" as they walked around to make their presences known. The entire church was in relative darkness, with only emergency signs, a few damp lights, and the moonlight to show the way. Gargons had the duty to find everyone else participating in the game and to tag those wandering players to freeze them. If everyone (other than the Gargons) is frozen, the Gargons win and gain exclusive privileges to Guitar Hero in the youth group's den during free times. The rest of the group had a mission to fulfill: find the pieces of two full flashlights, which were five pieces each, put them together, and shine the light on the Gargons to win the game. Another incentive to find the pieces was you could unfreeze a tagged person with a piece of the flashlight. Being tagged while holding a flashlight piece, however, could be detrimental to the whole group, as you cannot pass the piece to anyone else while tagged and frozen. Winning this game could indeed be very difficult for everyone else. However, the game was immensely popular with the group, and the overall size of the church allowed for many places to hide to avoid detection from Gargons. Running was also allowed by both, but shoes were usually taken off to avoid making lots of noise. Many people went barefoot or wore socks, like both boys were. With that in mind, both boys were determined not to get caught with the piece they had just found. Since the game had started twenty minutes ago, the Gargons had pulled an early lead. While Addison was sure that there were at least four or five other people untagged people roaming the church, that meant that about twenty or so others were frozen and couldn't move. To make matters worse, their youth leader had not only chosen four of the most experienced Gargons he could find, but he had also done a terrific job of hiding some of these pieces. "We were lucky to find this piece," Addison told Charlie quietly, as they headed back to the stairs they came down from. The church had two floors, with the main floor providing one set for the flashlight, and the basement held the other. "Yeah, but why haven't we seen anyone down here?" Charlie asked. "Usually people hide down here, since it's darker." Addison thought Charlie made a good point. However, he didn't think that too long, as a voice called out to them. "There is someone down here you nerds! Now get me unfrozen." Both boys knew the voice as one of the ruder members, Chris. They followed the voice to another classroom, and there he was on the floor, waiting to be unfrozen. "About time someone came down and got me!" he said with a sarcastic tone. "I've been waiting here for almost fifteen minutes now!" Charlie took the flashlight head and gently patted Chris on the shoulder, allowing him to get up. "You see anyone else around here?" Charlie asked. But Chris wasn't interested in staying around to talk, and as soon as he was unfrozen, he dashed off, heading upstairs. "Wait! They are all upstairs, you'll get caught!" Addison yelled at Chris. As if he didn't hear, Chris went through the door leading upstairs, and shut it with a loud thud echoing throughout the basement halls. "Great, now he's going to get captured," Addison said. "They'll hear him from a mile away and trap him like they did everyone else." The Gargons, Addison knew, where working well together and cornering players. Most of the time they played this game, the Gargons chosen would go their own separate ways and do little to coordinate their efforts. This wasn't the case tonight however. The four Gargons this time knew exactly what to do, as they had all done it before. For Addison, that made the game much more tense and exciting. "Let's not go up that way," Addison said. "If they catch Chris there, they'll come down and look for more." As per usual, Charlie agreed with Addison. The two friends went off to the southern end of the basement to find another way upstairs. While they traveled quietly, they looked around for other frozen members. For whatever reason, they found none on the way. "Why did everyone stay upstairs you think?" Charlie asked Addison. By now, the two were getting close to the staircase leading up to the back area of the church. "Well, no one really got much of a chance to even get downstairs," Addison replied. "They ambushed everyone and blocked the main way down. That's how I found yo-" But before Addison could finish his words, they heard someone running towards them. Before they could even find a place to hide, another boy came around the corner and almost collided with Charlie. "Ben, you're unfrozen, how did you get away?" Charlie asked the boy. "No time to talk, Marcus and Sabrina are following me, now hide!" he said as he ran back the way Addison and Charlie had came. Then, both boys heard voices from farther away. It was a boy and a girl each shouting "Gargon." Without delay, the boys went back to the next room to hide. Unfortunately, the room had an open window, throwing moonlight all over the place. "Where do we hide?" Charlie asked, extremely nervous about being caught. Addison looked around the room, then found a spot where he couldn't see into. Most of the desk and furniture had been put out of the way, so there was nothing on the floor. Nothing, except a battery for the flashlight. Knowing it wasn't the best time to pick it up, Addison left it on the floor. "Here, hide in here," he said, pointing to the cluster of desks. Quickly, but as quietly as they could, they hid in between the desks. They lay in wait, hearing the Gargons approach closer and closer. Finally, the came around and stopped near the door. Addison recognized that they were indeed Marcus and Sabrina. "Why are we even following him, he doesn't have a piece on him," Sabrina said to her companion between yelling. Marcus, who was actually a college sophomore visiting back for the night, seemed to be a bit annoyed with Sabrina. "Because, I personally froze that kid. Unless someone is upstairs and has a piece, that little twerp cheated. Now let's check in here." The two Gargons walked inside and gave it a look around. Both were very visible in the moonlight, with Marcus' dark black skin contrasting Sabrina's somewhat pale white figure. Although admittedly nervous, Addison kept his eyes on them. Sabrina approached the spot they were hiding, although looking higher than she should have been. Of the four Gargons, Addison knew that Sabrina wasn't the most intelligent or aware. However, she insisted a playing, and usually got her way because of her good looks and overall charm. Sabrina's blonde hair bounced as she walked around the room. She noticed the battery in the middle of the room, but Gargons were forbidden to touch flashlight pieces, so left it alone. "Maybe it was Willie," Sabrina said. "He's always been really good at this game. Plus, he can be really sneaky." Addison held his breath, as she was referring to him and his nickname. Marcus gave a dismissing laugh. "That kid probably turned tail and is hiding somewhere," he replied. "What a frickin' little wuss." "Don't be so mean to him!" Sabrina exclaimed. "He's really nice, and kinda cute too." Another small laugh escaped from Marcus. "Yeah, you're just saying that because you're Kimmie's friend. Just stay back if you're not gonna look." Sabrina took a step back, placing her back towards the two hiding boys and also fully enveloped in the moonlight. Addison couldn't help but glue his eyes to his fellow 18 year old classmate. However, he wasn't looking towards her face, nor he butt, like other boys did. Addison's eyes were where they were usually pointed at when he saw Sabrina: her pretty size 8 bare feet, wrapped around her lengthy jeans. Sabrina's feet rocked back and forth, giving her unnoticed admirer a nice view of her pale, soft-looking soles. Her red-painted toes wiggled on the cold, hard floor, as if they were unpleased of being out. Sabrina noticeably liked to play this game barefoot, and that suited Addison just fine. Addison's admiration for Sabrina's feet, as well as many others, was a contributing factor to his shyness. He didn't want anyone to know, and kept it a secret since he noticed his fascination in fifth grade. Sabrina's feet were some of his favorite, and he would often find himself staring at them in class or during church and youth services. Though he knew she was out of his league, he always fantasied about caressing those soft, beautiful feet, or sucking on those short, always painted toes of hers while she egged him on. His fantasizing didn't last long, as another Gargon could be heard coming down the hall. Marcus stopped looking and both him and Sabrina walked back into the hall. "Why are you down here?" Marcus asked the newcomer. "Kimmie wants you upstairs," said a new male voice. "Several people have escaped and that means someone's got a piece. Sabrina and I are supposed to go to the other side of the basement and catch anyone who ends up down here." "Who do you think is doing this?" Sabrina asked. "Willie? Charlie? Alexa?" "We don't know," said the male voice. "Just follow me. Marcus, head back up man. Kimmie will need you." "Sabrina, if it's your boyfriend, I'll go catch him for you," Marcus said jokingly. "He's not my boyfriend Marcus!" she exclaimed. "I just think it's rude when you and everyone else calls him that name." "What Willie?" Marcus said. "He should be happy about it. It means he's got the goods hahahaha." Marcus walked off laughing, heading to the staircase. Sabrina and the other Gargon soon went in the other direction, yelling "Gargon" as they were required to. As their voices faded away, Addison debated moving. However, he couldn't help but think about what Marcus said. Willie was Addison's given nickname at school, a nickname he personally hated. The name, as one might imagine, had to do with Addison's junk. What someone outside of school might insinuate is that it's made to poke fun at Addison's lack of a dick. However, that was not the case with him. In fact, Addison was seen as the most well-endowed student at the school. His dick measured at a surprising nine inches, with a little bit extra. Despite his height and shyness, Addison knew he was bigger down there then he should be. While changing for PE, many students over the years have taken notice at his immense length. Prompted by jealousy, surprise, or just to be a complete jerk, many people started calling him Willie in 8th grade. Since then, not only had his size grown, but also the rumors of his size. Soon, the girls came to find out, and also began calling him that dreadful name. Even teachers called him Willie on occasion, oblivious to the reason why their students did so. About the only people at school that called him Addison were Charlie, his few other friends, and noticeably his step sister. Thinking about her jumped Addison back to reality. "Charlie, I think we're ok to get out of here now." Trying as hard as they could to be quiet, the two teens crept out of their hiding spot and back into the hallway, but not before Addison grabbed the battery. He then began formulating their next move. They knew that there were two Gargons on each level now, and that there was someone else upstairs with a flashlight piece. Maybe even the whole flashlight, but that wasn't likely in Addison's mind. Not with Kimmie around to stop them. "So what do we do now?" Charlie asked Addison. "Your step sister is upstairs and we'll get caught if she's on the prowl now." Addison knew Charlie was right, but he also knew there would still be hardly anyone down here. They now possessed two of the pieces, so that meant that three more where probably still hidden down here. "We need to find the other pieces down here, or we could meet up with whoever has the pieces upstairs," said Addison. "I wish we knew more about what happened upstairs, but may-" Once again, Addison heard someone coming towards them, not screaming Gargon. Like before, the person came around the bend and stopped dead in their tracks, surprised to see someone. Addison recognized the person as Becca, a sweet redhead that hung out with both Addison and Charlie during church. "Oh jeez, I totally didn't know you were both down her," Becca said, regaining her composure. "Many of us got away, but Kimmie sprang into action and froze half of that large group in the chapel right back up. I just barely got away." "Who has the piece?" Addison asked. "Blake has it, but I think he might have gotten himself frozen," she replied. "I think I know where one of the pieces is down here, so that's why I came." "We went to this and another classroom on the other side," Charlie told Becca, indicating the direction of the classroom that had gotten their first piece from. "Oh no, I'm not talking about the classrooms," she said. "I'm thinking there's one by the den area." Addison wasn't quite sure if this would be true. "But that's a bit obvious, and we aren't allowed to go back in the den unless we quit." Becca shook her head. "It's been done before, and I think I heard Kimmie say to check that out early on in the game." Charlie started walking in the direction of the den. "Then what are we waiting for?" he said. Becca soon followed him, with Addison at the rear. The three friends walked in silence, being able to hear the echoes of the two Gargons downstairs with them. As they walked, Addison found his eyes wandering down to Becca's feet. Like Sabrina, Becca was barefoot and hardly making a sound because of that. Addison had to admit, Becca's feet were also really nice, though he didn't find her attractive otherwise. Her toes were unpainted, but cute because of her smaller size. Once, during a bible study, Becca had propped her feet up in front of Addison, which he remembered made him nervous and very hard. He even had to use his bible to cover up his erection. Her soles had been confine in her sneakers, so there was a noticeable smell as well. Other than the look, Addison found the scent to enjoyable, rather than disgusting like others did. However, the occasional sniffing while that happened eventually caught Becca's attention. "I'm sorry Addison, I'll put them back on," she had said, believing the scent to be disturbing him. Boy, could she have not been more wrong. The trio eventually approached the den, hearing basically nothing of the Gargons. As luck would have it, there was a bulb section of a flashlight near the entrance to the den. "How could we have all missed it?" Addison said, amused at missing such an obvious part from the start. Becca smiled. "I think that's the point. We all wouldn't think to look here." She picked up the piece, then looked to Addison again. "I'm not sure it's wise to have all three of us with a piece." "Yeah Becs, I think you two should carry the pieces," Charlie said. He handed his flashlight head piece to Addison. "You're a faster runner than I am, and you can hide like no one else can." Addison smiled, but he wasn't comfortable with this necessarily. "What if I do get caught though? I'll be frozen with two pieces." "Then I'll come and unfreeze you," Becca replied. "Charlie's right, you are faster and overall better at this game. You should be the one go keep the pieces and go upstairs." Now Addison knew what was going on. As sweet and nice as Becca was, she was a bit chicken and it was only by dumb luck if she got through a game of Gargons without being caught at the beginning. She was trying to get him to do the hard stuff and keep herself safe. Of course, he also knew it had to be done. "Ok, here's what we're going to do," Addison said. His two friends came in closer to listen to the plan. "I'm going upstairs to find Blake, who has a piece. If I find him, I'll convince him to come downstairs to that classroom down the hall." Addison pointed to a room to their left, with both Becca and Charlie agreeing. "If I'm not back down in 10 minutes, that means I've been frozen. Becca, that's when I need you to come and unfreeze me. If you can't find me, come back down here." Becca gave a confirming nod. Addison then turned his attention to Charlie. "Ok, what you need to do is find another piece down here." Charlie's smile turned upside down immediately. "But I have no idea where it could-" "Charlie! I need you to try at least!" Addison interrupted. "Even if you get caught, that distracts anyone from finding me or Becca." Games People Play Charlie, understanding the point, gave a defeated sigh and then went off to find a piece, heading in the direction of the two Gargons. Addison knew that at least Charlie wouldn't take it too hard if he got caught. The short teen then returned back to Becca. "You got a watch right?" Becca nodded, and held up her arm to show a simple digital watch. "Ok, come look for me in 10 minutes," Addison continued. "Until then, find somewhere to hide and don't come out unless you need to escape." "Ok, good luck," Becca said as she went off to hide in the classroom indicated earlier. With that, Addison started to formulate his own grand plan, as he walked off to try the nearby staircase leading close to the chapel. Addison thought about Kimmie, his step sister and the Gargon that everyone had been talking about all night. Kimmie, like Addison, was incredibly intelligent, being an A student throughout high school, was on the honor society, and the class president. Not only was she smart though, but she was one of the prettiest girls in her class, and immensely popular. Despite being different in that regard to Addison, the two got along extremely well, like they were actually loving brother and sister by birth. She had stuck her neck out for Addison on several occasions, although she insisted that he do so for himself if he really wanted people to respect him. It was her first year in college, but she lived nearby and drove down to play her favorite game, Gargons, with the church group she had been part of all of high school. Now what made Kimmie so good at this game was not only the fact she was clever, but the fact that she was the fastest. In high school, she had been an all-state track runner, which only added to her popularity. She was also infamous for being really good at this game, either as a Gargon or a regular player. Being a track runner wasn't just pleasing for her, but secretly Addison as well. Other than Kimmie's best friend, Sabrina, he felt that his step sister had some of the best feet he's ever seen. Despite all the running, she managed to keep her feet looking healthy and smooth. However, she couldn't help the fact that she almost always had strong foot odor. Kimmie's shoes would reek after practice, or even on a regular day. Unknown to her, Addison would sneak into her room sometimes and steal her stinkiest shoes. He would inhale them during masturbation, and would usually result in a quick orgasm. The smell made him love Kimmie's feet, but like all other girls, he couldn't confess that to her. Addison's confidence was usually a bit shaken whenever he thought of his widely popular, beautiful step sister. Outsmarting her was going to be one thing, but outrunning her would be near impossible. While Addison himself was quite a runner, he knew that if Kimmie was coming after him, only a cheetah would have a fair chance of getting away. Quietly, he cracked the door open, showing the upper floor. Addison could hear Marcus yelling nearby, but Kimmie's voice was nowhere close by. With extreme caution, Addison slowly open the door and made a silent dash to the right of the chapel area. Players tended to trap themselves in this area by hiding under the seats, but many Gargons knew to look there first. Almost immediately, Addison noticed a frozen player, leaning on the end of a row of seats. With one final glance around, he rushed off to free his fellow player. The sophomore boy, whose name Addison couldn't remember, smiled and thanked him. "I need to know where Blake is," Addison told the other teen. "I don't really know, but I saw him get chased by Kimmie about five minutes ago that way," he said as he pointed towards the general area. Addison's worst fears had come to life. If Blake, a clever, but not very fast junior, was being chased, he might be caught. "Ok, I'm gonna go look for him then. Get out of this area," Addison told him. "Alright, thanks a lot Willie," the boy said, and he quietly ran off to the rooms behind the chapel area. Addison, although unhappy to hear that name again, remained silent. He slowly walked off to find Blake and hopefully enough pieces for a flashlight. After walking for a few minutes, Addison came upon another hallway. Some of the doors were locked, as they were off limits during the game. Though Addison could hear Marcus was off farther now, he worried about Kimmie. "Is she downstairs now?" he wondered. If so, that was bad news for the next part of his plan. Addison had hoped to use the downstairs classroom as a staging ground for gathering pieces and beating the two Gargons downstairs. A sudden noise caught Addison's attention. It was at least two people talking. "Hello? Who's out there?" Addison said into the darkness. He waited a moment for a reply, and was about to repeat himself when he heard a voice call back. "Willie? It's Blake, and Chris is with me," said the voice. "We got stuck here, and I've got a piece with me." Addison walked down the hallway and saw the two sitting in a study area. He immediately unfroze both boys, and noticed the piece that Blake has was an identical piece to the one Becca already found, making it useless. "I came up here to see if we could finish a flashlight, but we already have a bulb for it." Both Blake and Chris were disappointed to hear this, but agreed to go back down with Addison. Just as they were leaving the room, they heard a female voice yelling Gargons not far off. Kimmie was close by. Addison wasted no time in thinking up a new plan. "Ok, here's what we need to do." Addison handed his two pieces to Chris. "Give me your bulb Blake, take these parts down to the classroom by the den, where Becca is. Find the two other pieces and win." "And what about you?" Blake asked, but he already knew what Addison was about to say anyway. "I'm gonna distract Kimmie," Addison replied. "I'll make her think I let you guys off with this piece and buy you some time. Now go!" With that, Blake and Chris went off to find Becca. Addison waited in the hall for Kimmie to get closer. He could tell she was approaching fast, but not running. Though the thought occurred to him that yelling for her would surely bring her around, he dismissed that thought when he decided that made things too obvious. He didn't have to wait long though, as Kimmie came across him less than a minute after letting the others go. The minute she saw him, she yelled "GARGON" as loud as she could and ran straight for him. Addison took off down the hallway, hoping to find somewhere isolated and far enough away to keep things from being obvious. He knew he couldn't outrun her for long, so it had to be soon. Fortunately, there was an empty room close by that Addison thought would be perfect. As he got closer to the room, he noticed that Kimmie was nipping at his heels. With one last push, he made his way into the room, before he felt Kimmie's hand touch his shoulders. Addison was now officially caught. "Wow Willie, you sure didn't choose a great place to turn into," Kimmie said in her lovely, songlike voice. "I knew you would have a piece at this point though." Addison looked up at his step-sister. The room was well lit with moonlight and he could clearly make out the features of his beautiful step sibling as clear as ever. Her long, brown hair was tied back and she a pink hair band on as well. Her fit physique showed well in her black yoga pants and her old track shirt of the same color. He noticed that she wearing footy socks, which probably kept her from slipping on floors when she chased people. Her smile told Addison that she was indeed pleased to finally catch him. "Will you not call me that please?" Addison said. "You know why everyone calls me that in the first place." Kimmie stopped smiling, a look of concern coming over her doe eyes. Although she was competitive and liked to gloat a little, Kimmie was a kind person who hated to hurt people's feelings, especially her brother's. "Look, you're right, I'm sorry," she said genuinely. "I guess I just don't think about it that way because we are siblings." She sat down next to Addison, and gave him another friendly smile. "I've been running around for the last thirty minutes. Blake let so many people go earlier. Shouldn't have left them with Derek before." They both laughed a little, both knowing how exhausting the game can get for the Gargons. "Yeah, I overheard him telling Marcus and Sabrina about it," Addison said. "Didn't mention the part where he let them all go though." Kimmie laughed and replied, "Well I don't think many people have made it downstairs tonight. Besides, Sabrina can't catch anyone up here where it's more open." The two sat and talked about the game for a few minutes, seemingly forgetting that they were actually still playing. One of the few people that Addison had an easy time talking was Kimmie, since they first meet eight years ago. When their parents married, they had become instant playmates and close friends. Though Addison felt that Kimmie moved on from that later in their teen years, the two would enjoy moments like this, just to unwind and talk. "You know Addison, I'd be happy to let you go if you did something for me," Kimmie said in a very high, sweet voice. Addison knew this meant that she wanted something. "And what's what Kimie? I'm kinda stuck here ya know." But Kimmie already knew what she wanted, after running around all day. "Could you please give me a foot rub?" she asked. "It's not like Dad's here to do it for me." As if someone had punched Addison in the stomach, he immediately froze up completely. His sister, completely unaware of what she had done, gave him a puzzled look. "What is it? Are you ok Addison?" "I would love to!" Addison said, with a bit more enthusiasm than he intended. With another puzzled stare, Kimmie placed her feet on her step brother's lap. Unfortunately for him, Addison had never done a footrub, let alone actually touch a girl's foot. He recalled watching his stepfather do them for both his mom and for Kimmie. He would do so frequently after track meets or on other occasions when his step sister asked. Addison wasn't even sure if he should leave the socks on. What was he supposed to do next? "Well Addison, are you gonna take off my socks or what?" Kimmie said. "My feet are little bit sweaty in them, so I hope that's ok." Addison gulped, then slowly removed Kimmie's socks, revealing her smooth size 9.5s and the silver polish on her long toes. Kimmie's feet were wide, hardly wrinkled even as she scrunched up her toes. She apparently had gone tanning recently, as her feet were well tanned, much like the rest of her gorgeous, tight body. Like he had seen their father do, Addison began by placing his two thumbs in the middle of Kimmie's right soles and pressing against her damp skin. She hadn't been lying when she said they were already sweaty. His thumbs slide easily on Kimmie's tense arches, thanks to this sweat. Addison became to press down as he continued working his thumbs along her feet. Relief came over him as he noticed that Kimmie was beginning to relax, and leaned back against a piece of furniture. "Maybe this won't be so hard after all," Addison thought to himself. Speaking about being hard though, Addison himself was getting a bit hard. He had never gotten to be so close to his sister's magnificent feet, and her soft, sweaty skin between his fingers aroused him like never before. He failed to truly notice this change, however, and went along rubbing Kimmie's aching sole. As he finished with that part of her right foot, Addison thought back to what his stepfather did with the toes. Remembering quickly, he gently pulls on her toes and massages the pads. "Wow, you really are doing a great job little bro," Kimmie said softly. She had her eyes closed now, her arms behind her head. It was as if she thought she was chilling on the beach, completely oblivious to the fact that Addison was growing in his pants. The discomfort soon began to demand his attention. While his pants weren't incredibly tight, his length made it difficult for him in recent years. By the time that Addison was through with the right foot, he was at full mast and looked ridiculously obvious. Kimmie still had her eyes shut, and the horny youth desperately hoped that the lack of good lighting in the room would further cover it up. He carefully placed her right foot down, far enough from his bulge that she hopefully wouldn't notice anything. Next, he took her equally sweaty left foot and confidently became massaging her arches. Several small moans of relief escaped Kimmie's lips, but she remained quiet otherwise. Her left foot proved to be as easily navigable for his thumbs as her other foot, and he remained confident in his massaging abilities. While Addison is rubbing away, he notices that familiar, faint scent of Kimmie's feet. Through stealing his sister's shoes and sniffing them to an orgasm, he had come to recognize her distinct and pleasant aroma. To Addison, it smelled like a combination of popcorn, bananas, vinegar, and of course some sweat. He found this funny, as he had never found any of these one scents to be appealing to him alone. Before long, a thought came to him. "I should smell her feet directly," he said to himself. "Her eyes are closed, and no one is around." Addison continued his massage, but carefully inched the foot and his face closer together. He knew that if he moved the foot too far or too fast, it would be discomforting to Kimmie and prompt her to open her eyes. He leaned in when and gave the foot several long, but quiet sniffs. The strong, arousing smell greeted his nose. Addison loved it, finally glad to smelling her actually foot after so many years of just her shoes. Knowing that he couldn't stay in this position for long without obviously being up to something, he move his face back and relaxed his back against the wall. Addison decided it was time for the left toes to have their attention and began rubbing and pulling at them exactly like he done before with the right foot. Speaking of the right foot, Addison noticed that while the leg remained where it was, Kimmie's toes wiggled after each moan, like a reflex. Her silvery toes glistened softly in the moonlight. She had always painted her toes nice colors, including the current silver, red, pink and purple. Because of her constant running, even in the offseason, Kimmie had to repaint her nails nearly each week to have her desired effect. Addison wondered if this was intentional; if she took some pleasure in her feet. She came off as somewhat of a tomboy, preferring t-shirts and comfy pants as opposed to revealing tops or daring skirts. Despite her popularity, she hardly went with the current trends unless she truly liked them. Kimmie's shoe collection, which Addison had come well acquainted with, reflected this as well. She had a large amount of shoes like any girl, but she wore only certain ones frequently enough to have the odor that Addison craved. It was mostly her running sneakers, a small number of flats, non-running sneakers, her Sperrys, and her uggs in the winter that made him squirt the biggest, messiest loads. The rest of her collection consisted of flip flops (which only smelled during the summer months), a select few heels that she wore for dances or special occasions, more flats, boots, converses, maybe two wedges she never wore, leather sandals, and usually an extra pair of fresh running shoes. Just thinking about Kimmie's shoes was making Addison very warm and screaming for release. Having as perfect of a foot as his step sister's in his hands didn't help much. He looked down at his pants. Now his boner was unhideable, fully erect and thicker than it had ever been. A sense of guilt passed over Addison. This was his sister that was making his wiener stand. It wasn't her fault whatsoever, but he also couldn't help that his oversized penis was begging to come out. Addison's huge penis had never been a huge source of pride for him. It gained him a nickname he never liked, and growing up with it had proven difficult at times. He was forced to wear tight boxers while other kids were still going around in their whitey-tighties. Though he saw women in sexual ways (especially Sabrina). he no intention of losing his virginity before marriage, or to go around sleep with people at his will. It was a constant reminder that he felt like a perverted little freak that liked women's feet. As he was going through these thoughts in his head, he failed to recognize that Kimmie was adjusting herself to be comfortable again. By accident, her right foot moved up Addison's body, closer to the bulge in his pants. To Kimmie though, there was nothing strange about this yet. However, she continued to move her butt on a softer angle. Her right toot moved up slightly more, and she noticed that there seemed to be somewhat of a peak going on. Now Kimmie knew about penises and such, being taught the birds and bees in school, but she had never really experienced anything other than touching and kissing, as she refused to lose her precious virginity to another before she was married. Her friends had already done so, and tried to convince the ever-popular Kimmie to have sex with several guys she had dated. In every case, she had not allowed herself to do so, even breaking up with a guy recently because of his constant demands for sex. As such, her inexperience had made her unaware of such things, despite the fact that everyone she knew seemed to believe that her step brother was packing. Whenever she believed it or not wasn't an issue for her, since he was her brother. As her leg continued to move, something definitely struck her as odd. At first, she thought that maybe Addison had something heavy in pocket, like a second flashlight piece or maybe some snacks (she was admittedly hungry after all the running). Kimmie investigated by running her strong foot over the area in question. There was definitely something poking out to her. Kimmie opened her eyes to get a real look at what her foot was over. It wasn't his pockets that her foot was rubbing on, but over his bulging pants. "Oh my god!" Kimmie said, as she realized exactly what that was in his pants. "Addison, what's going on down there?" Addison immediately stopped and finally became aware of what had been arousing him further these last few seconds. His step sister's foot was on top of his protruding prick under the fabric of his cargo pants. In other words, he was caught, red-handed. "Kimmie.....I can explain this, really," Addison said as he put her left foot down. Kimmie finally removed her foot from Addison's lap and placed both her peds in front her. "I guess....I guess I'm not really sure where to start," Addison continued. "It's just something I've always had trouble with." Kimmie gave him a concerned look. "But Addison, all you've done is rub my feet. Why are you getting erect from that?" Addison paused for a moment, unsure of what to say of than the obvious truth. "I just like feet I guess," was all he could say. Like Addison, Kimmie was at a loss for many words. To the best of her knowledge, she had never heard of anything like this. Sure, she was an intelligent and bright young learner, but this wasn't something she felt was taught in sex ed. And to make matters more awkward, it was her step brother. "How long has this been a.....been a thing for you?" she asked nervously, unsure of how to proper ask this question. "Since fifth grade I think," Addison replied. "I don't really know why, but I just think.....well, I think girl's feet are really pretty." A moment of silence passed between the two step siblings with both staring off in opposite direction. Neither was immediately sure where to go with this next. In Addison's mind, he believes he's really done wrong right there, right then. In Kimmie's mind, she's unsure of how to respond to such a strange and unfamiliar topic. Finally though, Addison breaks the silence. Games People Play "Kimmie, I'm really sorry if I've scared you," Addison said, as he made eye contact with his step sister. "I guess my body got carried away, and I just didn't know how make this stop." Realizing he was being honest about these feelings, Kimmie couldn't help but feel a sense of relief that despite the awkwardness, he was still the same weird boy she knew. A million questions started racing through her head now. "Why do you find my feet attractive Addison?" it was a simple question, but Kimmie felt she should know this first, before upsetting him further. Addison thought about it for a second before replying. "I guess about everything. They always just look pretty, and I know this will sound weird, but I like how they smell too." The answer once again caught the young college student off guard. Sure, she thought her feet could look pretty, but never thought the smell was something Addison could like. Kimmie brought her right foot up to her nose and gave it a few sniffs, just to see if she noticed something now that she hadn't before. This was to no avail, as she reeled back from her own stench. "Phew, my feet smell horrible though!" Kimmie said with a laugh. "Dad always tells me that I got my stinky feet from my mom." Both Addison and Kimmie laughed together for the first time since this tense situation began. It was a good, genuine laugh though, and the awkwardness started to evaporate the more they laughed. Kimmie had always had this habit to start snorting if she laughed to long, and soon found herself doing so and making her sides hurt. As her step brother, Addison was used to these ridiculous snorts, but never ceased to find this hilarious. They continued laughing for a good solid minute before finally their laughter dissipated. Brought back down to Earth, Kimmie realized there was still so much more she felt she needed to ask. "So is just my feet, or does this happen with other girls too." Addison was still shrugging off the giggles, so he merely nodded in response to the question. Now Kimmie was starting to find this interesting, rather than weird. "How about Sabrina, I know you really like her a lot. Does she have nice feet to you?" The mention of Sabrina brought Addison back to full seriousness. "Yeah, I've always thought her feet were pretty too," he admitted. "Are you gonna tell her about it?" Kimmie shook her head. "No, but if you ever plan on dating her, you should tell her yourself. I'm sure she would be accepting of it." Addison's ears seemingly perked up, like a little puppy dog that recognizes the words "walk" or "treat." "Are you saying that she likes me?" That question brought another smile to Kimmie's face. "I think that she thinks you're cute," she replied. "I'm not saying that she would say yes, but I think you need to get yourself out there at some point little bro." He agreed, and nodded his head to affirm such. Addison had never really considered the actual possibility of one day dating Sabrina, despite how they got along so well. That fact had always been attributed to being best friends with Kimmie. "So I'm just curious, what exactly would you do if you told a girl you liked their feet," she asked next. "What would you do next if they were totally ok with it?" Addison found himself blushing heavily at this question. Many things came to mind, but he was unsure if telling Kimmie was wise or not. As if she could read his mind, Kimmie continued, "It's ok to tell me, or not to tell me. All up to you." With a heavy sigh, Addison finally worked up the answer. "If it were ok, I would want to lick her feet next." Kimmie's hazel eyes widened in surprise. "You would want to lick a girl's bare, possibly dirty feet?" she asked him. "I mean, you've never actually done it, have you?" "No, I've never wanted to have people think I'm a freak," Addison admitted. "They already call me Willie, can you imagine what they would say if they knew that I like feet?" A quick glance down revealed to Kimmie that while Addison's bulge was noticeably smaller, it was still there. She had never really thought about it, but Addison did have a large penis. A sick feeling crept over Kimmie, as she thought about how he had proven just how big he was, and she had placed her apparently sexy foot on it. The idea made her feel both uncomfortable, but a tingling sensation also lurked in her body. A sense of curiosity persisted in the young woman's mind. "How about the toes?" she asked. "Would you want to lick Sabrina's toes too? I know she's really ticklish there." "Yeah, I like her toes too," Addison replied. "Actually, I would kinda want to suck on them too, not just lick them hehehe." He turned his head away in embarrassment at what he had just said. "So he likes toes too?" Kimmie thought to herself, trying to make sense out of all these new things she was learning about her little step brother. She looked down at her own toes, somehow believing that doing so would give her some clues. Kimmie liked to paint her nails she admitted, but only because she liked the look. She frankly felt that her feet were kinda big and the stench was unappealing. "But he says he likes my feet," she thought to herself. "Kimmie? Did I say something wrong?" Kimmie looked up and realized she had drifted off and Addison was looking back at her again. "How about my toes? Do you think they are cute?" This question seemed to catch Addison off guard, but he was developing his confidence back up again, so an answer didn't take long. "Yes, I think they are cuter than Sabrina's." His honesty was touching to Kimmie, but also a bit perplexing. She was his step sister after all. Shouldn't he find someone else's feet to be more attracting than hers? Perhaps she need to try something else to give herself the whole picture. "Ok Addison, this is going to sound really weird," she said. Addison gave her his full attention, curious about what could come next. "I'm your step sister, but I really want to learn more about this....interest? Is that the right word?" Addison shrugged. "I've heard it called a foot fetish before, so I guess call it that." "Foot fetish, ok we'll call it that then," she continued. "I want to learn more about your foot fetish, which is why I'm going to let you lick my feet, to see if it's really what you want." If the human mind could literally explode from a deadly combination of shock, excitement and arousal, then Addison's brain would be going off like an atomic bomb. His sister was offering her feet to him, and willingly too? All he could say was simply, "What?" "I know we are step family, but I think that's the reason why I'm sorta ok with doing this," she explained, more than a little bit flustered herself. "I mean, if you really do find my feet that attractive, why not give you a chance to try?" "Ok, she's actually being serious," Addison thought to himself. It was a perverted dream come true, but it was actually happening. "Are you sure about this Kimmie?" Kimmie gave Addison the most reassuring smile she could in her present condition. Though she meant it, the nervousness wasn't easy to ignore. As a fantastic student and calm athlete, this level of nervousness wasn't something she experienced often. "Yeah Addison, go for it. My feet are yours tonight." Addison never felt such a rush of excitement come over him in his young life. After all those times he had secretly smelled his sister's aromatic running shoes, he was going for the real deal tonight. Kimmie presented both feet to her step brother, which he gratefully accepted. For a moment, Addison just admired his sister's amazing feet. They still felt damp with sweat, with that familiar aroma wafting up to him nose. "Well, are you gonna stare all night or what?" Kimmie said with a laugh. With that, Addison brought her feet closer up to face, took out his tongue, and took his first ever lick of a foot. Immediately, Addison notice the amazing taste, of which consisted of all the flavors he had been smelling all this time. Her smooth skin felt arousing on his tongue. His tongue ravenously explored Kimmie's arches, like how a young child doesn't eat his food slowly. Addison didn't care though, as this rare opportunity was at hand, and all his senses were going crazy. Now Kimmie found herself somewhat surprised. She never could have imagined that this was how foot worship felt. Addison's tongue felt strange, but unmistakably arousing on her feet. Sure, Kimmie knew that her dad's massages felt good, with his strong, muscular hands relieving all the tension and ache after a good run. However, this was completely different in every way. The wet, soft feeling of a tongue on her inexperienced soles created a chilling sensation down her spine, and a simultaneous warmness in her privates. This was something a virgin like Kimmie had never been through, but she let her own doubts and insecurities float away. She may have been doing this for Addison, but she already was finding herself enjoying this. Just as inexperienced as Kimmie was, Addison found himself unsure if he was even doing this right, or if there was a right way at all. As Kimmie's soles quickly become enveloped in saliva, Addison began licking up the sweat on the ball of her foot. He wrapped his lips around the tenderly around the said area, but found little pleasure in tonguing this area, nor did Kimmie find excitement in him doing this part. "How about the tops of my feet?" she suggested, eager for him to try that part. Addison nodded in approval. The tops were still sweaty as well, noticeable in the moonlight that filled the entire room. He brought out his eager tongue once again and licked the sweat off. As he did this, Kimmie's toes wiggled in delight, as if they enjoyed this as much as their owner did. Addison found this cute and exciting. His tongue must have agreed, because Addison found it moving closer and closer to her delicious-looking digits. "Bon appetit," Addison thought to himself, and then started licking all ten of her toes. Another chill ran down Kimmie's spine, a stronger one this time. Kimmie had believed her toes to be ticklish, but now she wondered if they were, in fact, the "spot" that everyone had. The turn-on that she had long wondered about. The chill continued creeping on her, and she couldn't help but begin to moan. Her hands started gliding down in between her legs. Never had she felt this turned on, the sick fact that it was her step brother doing this to her didn't bother Kimmie one bit. But the best was yet to come, as Addison stepped it up a notch and started sucking on her long, sensual toes. He had begun to slow down and enjoy these fresh piggies one by one. Each time a toe was released, it came out of Addison's mouth wet with saliva and wiggling with delight. Kimmie's moans became louder, and her hand had started to rub her burning clit. The two teenagers, lost in the heat of the moment, failed to see the wrong doing of performing such acts in a church. No one was around, and that was just fine by those two. "Addison, I love how you suck on my toes!" Kimmie exclaimed with a sensual tone. Addison was too busy gobbling up said toes, and wrapping his tongue around each and every one of them. Sweat had been trapped in between her toes, leaving behind reservoirs for Addison's pleasure. The more he licked, the more moans escaped the young woman, and the less sweat there was. With one last suckle on each toe, Addison found the flavor that had accumulated from all the running his sister had done tonight was gone. By this time however, his pants felt restricting, not to mention slightly damp. Driven by lust and need for release, Addison unzipped his pants and let his nine inch dick finally breathe. Kimmie couldn't help but let her jaw drop. All the rumors she had heard were true, as she beheld her brother's massive length come to life. "Addison, it's even bigger than the girls at school thought." Addison, finally with a reason to be proud of his length, smiled at her. "Kimmie, I really want you to make me cum with your feet." Now Kimmie wasn't so sure about this, and her face reflected that with a nervous grin on her angelic face. "But Addison, I don't even know wh-" "Just rub your feet on my penis Kimmie," he interrupted. "No one's gonna know, and I feel like I'm almost there." Reluctant, yet curious at the same time, Kimmie had no time to think, as the thought of making her step brother cum for her brought that heat back in full swing. Without a word, Kimmie, brought her wet feet around Addison's cock. Unlike his soft tongue, what she felt between her soles was extremely rough and veiny. She began stroking her feet up and down his manhood, using his saliva to give Kimmie the lubrication she needed to gently glide up and down. A rhythm began to take shape, and she attempted to keep the pace going. As the teenage beauty was foot fucking her own step brother, a noticeable difference came across Addison. Up until now, the 18 year old had been active because of his sex drive, but now found himself incapacitated by it. He couldn't move, as his arms and legs felt like jello. All he could do was watch those incredible feet go to work on his oversized cock. A surge was building up inside of his balls, and Addison was beginning to lose control over something. "Am I about to cum?!" Addison thought to himself. The feeling was only getting stronger and stronger. Yet, the feel was only getting more pleasurable as this happened. Addison tried to hold it back, as Kimmie had only been doing this for a minute or two, and he desperately wanted to feel like this forever. Suddenly, that pressure within his cock doubled up, and there was no turning back for Addison then. A jet of liquid erupted out of Addison's dick, shooting up like a volcano. Kimmie sprang back in surprise, as more and more cum came sprayed out in large amounts. Even to those more experienced, this massive cum load from the high school senior was truly amazing. Finally, Mt. Addison could shoot off no more. Fatigue splashed over Addison. He had cum before by making himself do it, but this had totally out of his control and beyond words for him. He lay against the wall and attempted to catch his breath. Kimmie, dumbstruck at the spectacle that had just occurred, watched as Addison's dick gradually sunk back down. A multitude of feelings and emotions came over her as she remained silent for a solid two minutes. First, there was awe at what had just happened, followed by guilt, then disgust at her own actions, and finally the lust returned. "Wow Addison, I didn't knew feet could make a person do that," Kimmie said. She looked into her little step brothers big, beautiful blue eyes. Suddenly, she was seeing him in a different light than she ever had since they met. Addison had reached his climax, and now Kimmie's body was screaming for the same sort of satisfaction, for a release. Kimmie slowly approached her brother, breathing heavily as well now. She brought her legs around her brother's hips, basically on top of him. Addison was so nervous that he could only watch at his sister leaned in, closed her eyes, and brought her pillowy lips together to pucker up. Panic ensued in Addison's mind, as he had never kissed a girl before, and was unsure of how his own lips should be. Should they be puckered up, or slightly open? Before he could answer this though, as Kimmie's lips meet Addison's lips, her larger lips engulfing his own thin lips. Kimmie was a good kisser, and took charge from the beginning, as she smacked her lips against her step brother's and lead him through the process. Soft, sensual kissing was the game, and Kimmie was winning. She could feel Addison's prick jumping back up. "Gargon! Gargon!" a voice close by yelled. Kimmie jumped off Addison, remembering where and what they were doing. "Oh my god, we are still playing!" she exclaimed, and she picked up the discarded slip-on socks. "Are you ok to keep playing?" she asked Addison. Addison shook his head. "I'm too tired Kimmie, you go on ahead." Kimmie smiled, as she was pleased that it appeared things hadn't changed between them. Despite that, the lust still lingered in her heart. "Look, why don't we continue this later? I'm not done with you yet." She leaned down and gave Addison another kiss on the lips and sped off. "Gargon! Gargon! Gargon!" Kimmie yelled as she she raced down the hall. Young Addison truly was too tired to get up. Never had he expected his own step sister to make him cum like that. Semen was splattered all around him on the floor. He knew that someone could come around the corner at any moment and would see the mess. Addison gave out a large sigh, and finally picked himself up. He put his dick back in his pants, then wiped the gooey substance into the floor with his socked feet. The room soon was back to normal, unrevealing that two step siblings had just fooled around in it. Unrevealing, except for the distinct smell of sex in the air. "Well, nothing I can do about that," Addison thought. With that, he walked out of the room and back into a seemingly endless game of Gargons. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Kimmie flopped onto the couch Addison was relaxing on with a large thud. Addison laughed as he tried to give himself some breathing space. The two laughed and pushed each other like little children. The game had ended with the Gargons losing, thanks in part to Addison. While the two were having their fun, Becca, Charlie, Blake and Chris had gather the remaining pieces and beat all four Gargons minutes after Addison returned to the game. The two gave each other looks, mutually understanding each other's desires. They were currently in their church's den, along with the rest of their large youth group. Getting away right now was impossible, so they knew that their fun would have to wait until later. It was 1 a.m., so that meant lights out in about an hour or so. Kimmie gave Addison a sly wink, which he returned back. They were going to have fun tonight, both certainly knew that. Addison felt someone tugging on his shoulder. He woke up to find the silhouette of Kimmie over him. Soon remembering their plan, Addison got up and Kimmie started walking away. Everyone was sleeping peacefully in the chapel. wrapped in the sleeping bags. Addison quietly stepped over and around all the sleep bodies and followed Kimmie. A few minutes later, the two step siblings were alone downstairs in a classroom. Though they turned on the lights, they felt no fear in being discovered. No one without a good reason would be down here, as it was just past 3 a.m. Kimmie was all smiles, eager to finally continue. Though unsure at first, she had found Addison's fetish to be quite exciting to her. She laid on the couch in the corner, and motioned for Addison to sit on the end. The excited footboy did as he was instructed and got on the couch. Kimmie's feet were bare, and soon on Addison's crotch, rubbing him through his pants. "I think someone's a little bit excited there," she said. Her toes wiggled on Addison's crotch, almost as if they were teasing him. "Now here's what's going to happen," Kimmie continued. "I want you to cum on my feet this time, not all over the place, got it?" Addison nodded, and started unzipping his pants, until Kimmie swatted his hand away with her feet. "Nuh uh, not yet you don't," she said. "First, you're going to suck on my toes like you did earlier." This sudden bossyness from Kimmie surprised Addison, since she had been so quiet last time, but it made little difference to him. Once again, Addison took both of Kimmie's precious feet, and starting sucking on her silver-painted toes. He and his tongue now knew what to do. Greedily, the tongue snaked its way in between each toe to collect the brand new sweat that accumulated in the last few hours. Addison could always count on Kimmie's feet being sweaty, no matter what. As his tongue returned inward, his lips would wrap around the toes and begin sucking on the fresh flesh. Something about sucking on her toes made Addison hornier than anything else could. Games People Play Speaking about horny, Kimmie's body was screaming in thanks after waiting hours for this moment. While everyone had fallen asleep, Kimmie wasn't able to shut her eyes the whole time. She had been restless since she crawled into her sleeping bag earlier, as no drowsiness came over her. Now, the moment she craved had arrived, and she felt her toes melt inside of Addison's hot mouth. Kimmie enjoyed the feeling of a tongue on her toes, and the sucking prompted her to reach down in her pants and stroke her unshaven pussy. Sucking on the big toes proved to be the most enjoyable part for Addison. They were long, slender, seemingly the sweatiest part, and fit right into his mouth. Moans escaped from Kimmie each time his tongue played with her toes, or she felt the gentle, sensual sucking. Kimmie knew she couldn't wait much longer, even though she felt the need to prolong this worship. She wanted to feel that giant cock on her feet again. "Willie, time to take out your willy," she said with a laugh. Normally, this would have offended Addison, but nothing his step sister could say would switch him off right now. With gusto, Addison took off his pants and boxers. As his dick came out, both noticed that it was already dripping with pre-cum. This reminded Kimmie of how fast Addison had come before. "You need to hold on longer this time little bro," Kimmie told him. "If you do, I think I can come up with a reward for your effort." With that, Kimmie began rubbing her soles on that beautiful, long cock. Addison's pre cum and the saliva on Kimmie's toes gave it the lubrication it had earlier. His step sister also had a more comfortable position, thus leading her stroke faster than before. Addison wasn't sure how he could be expect to hold out longer considering that. Kimmie's strong legs helped pump her feet away at the entire length of Addison's dick, base to tip. It was especially pleasing around when she reached the head each time. "That feels so good sis!" Addison moaned out. "Oh, but it only gets better little bro!" she replied. Kimmie readjusted herself and brought her toes around the head of Addison's penis. With amazing skill and precision, she stroked the sensitive head with her talented toes. "Remember, you get a treat if you hold on for long enough!" she teased. Her toes danced over the skin and getting wet from pre-cum. Addison wasn't sure if he would be able to hang on long enough. He tried to focus his mind off the situation. The pressure was building, but he kept it contained as best he could. The first idea Addison tried was to picture someone ugly taking Kimmie's place. However, this proved fruitless, as his sister's immense beauty was hard to cover up. Her beautiful eyes reflected confidence, and lips were an invitation into heaven. Next, Addison tried to concentrate on a particular spot on the ceiling. He found a small chip in the ceiling that was nothing special, yet gave Addison the distraction he needed. The feeling of Kimmie's toes around his tip persisted, but this seemed to be working. For several minutes, Addison kept his eyes away from the action and concentrated on staying in control. Kimmie, impressed at how Addison was doing, decided to change things up. She rolled over, with her stomach on the couch, and took her soles around his dick for a reverse footjob. Playtime was over, and Kimmie's competitive spirit started kicking in. She began pumping Addison's manhood again, but picked up the speed. This didn't go unnoticed by Addison, and he soon found himself draw back to Kimmie's feet. Her smooth soles felt angelic on his prick, and he felt the rush coming up again. Despite knowing his sister had never done this before, she seemed like a pro at it. Once again, release was on Addison's mind. As if she could sense it, Kimmie brought her feet off Addison's dick and presented her feet out. "Ok Addison, finished it off on my feet." Addison got up and positioned his dick over Kimmie's perfect soles. He stroked himself like a madman, building up to the point he remembered from earlier tonight, when he went off all over the room. Now, his target laid right in front of him, with Kimmie's toes wiggling in anticipation. "Kimmie, did I win? What's my reward?" Addison asked as he beat his meat. Kimmie smiled. "Yes, your reward is I want you to fuck me." Those words sent Addison over the edge, and his dick erupted once again. The first overshot Kimmie's soles, but the next three fell on their mark. Several more smaller ropes came out and by the time he was finished, Kimmie's feet were covered in sperm. "What a feeling!" Kimmie thought to herself. The sticky goo was warm, much like Addison's tongue. She could feel it sinking in between her toes, and wiggled her toes in delight. Kimmie looked over at her step brother and was happy to see Addison tired, but still standing. "Kimmie, did you just say you want to have sex with me?" he asked. The question made her laugh. "Yes bro, I've made you cum twice tonight, now I want you to make me cum." Kimmie looked at her soles. "Speaking of cum..." Kimmie got up, trying to keep as much of the cum to stay on her feet. What she did next was totally a surprise to Addison; Kimmie started licking up the juices from her feet. The taste wasn't the greatest to her, but she still found herself licking at her soles, sucking on her toes, and cleaning up as much of the gunk as she could. By the time she was finished, Addison's cock was back to full mast. "Kimmie," Addison said. "I'm not sure if we should be going this far. I mean, we are family and all." His step sister pouted. "I know, but I feel like I've been led on all night long Addison. You aren't going to cum in me, but I really would like to lose my virginity to you now." Addison had never heard Kimmie talk like this before. She never was disgusted by the talk of the birds and the bees, but she never went out of her way to talk about it either. Now, she was suddenly interested in her own step brother. Addison was unsure of what to do now. "Look Addison," Kimmie continued. "I did a favor for you, now it's your turn." Nothing Addison could think to say made a difference to him. Despite his own personal feelings, his body screamed for sex as well. He was at full length again and he could feel his body temperature rising. "Well, I guess I need to convince you more," Kimmie said. She brought her legs out and reached for her yoga pants. With a tug, Kimmie pulled off both the pants and her pink panties off. The fell to the floor without a sound. Next came her shirt, revealing a matching pink bra, holding her perky breasts comfortably. She quickly unhitched the strap and let the bra also fall to the floor. To finish off, Kimmie untied her hair, letting her locks flow out. She was now completely naked. "Your turn." "No use in arguing I guess," Addison said, as he pulled off his shirt to reveal his unimpressive figure. Kimmie smiled, and patted the couch on the spot she wanted Addison to sit. He did so with any more questions. Soon, the two were kissing, not like family does, but like a couple. Addison took initiative and brought his tongue into Kimmie's mouth and was greeted by her own tongue. The room was filled with the moaning of Kimmie and the sound of lips and tongue smacking at each other. They felt each other's bodies up, gripped at each other, until Kimmie collapsed on the couch and Addison got on top. His dick rubbed against his step sister's naked clit. "I want you inside of me," she stated simply, breaking off the kissing momentarily. Addison was nervous, to say the least. Never had he imagined losing his virginity tonight, especially not to Kimmie. However, tonight wasn't over, and he knew he wanted this just as much as his horny sister did. With that, Addison penetrated Kimmie's virginity and started thrusting into her. Kimmie felt pain almost immediately, but not so much that it masked the pleasure. She had tried masturbating, like any other girl did on occasion, but never stuck anything that far into herself. Addison's dick was so long that only about half of it could even get in. Kimmie was tight, so tight that it felt to Addison like his dick was being crushed. Like Kimmie, he ignored the pain and dove into his step sister's love hole. "Oh Addison! That's it, just keep going!" Kimmie yelled, already feeling a climax coming. She felt her body begin to shake, then Addison struck in deeper than before. Kimmie could feel her body first tense up, then release itself as fluid rushed out. "And you said I came too soon sis!" Addison said with a smug grin. Before Kimmie could even reply, he resumed his fucking. More and more of his length disappeared into his step sister's vagina, and Addison knew he must be getting close to the end of the line. He too felt himself reaching his end point. Another strong thrust from the excited 18 year brought a shot of pain throughout Kimmie's body. She knew this meant that her cherry had been popped. "Kimmie, I'm going to cum again," Addison explained, nervous about what to do next. "Relax Addison, pull out and let me suck you off," Kimmie instructed. "Suck me off," Addison wondered to himself, as he pulled out. Kimmie soon grabbed his cock and guided it into her lips. She wrapped her tongue around the tip and stroked the rest of her length with her hand. Addison was in heaven, and felt this was just as good as the footjobs she had given him. Kimmie could taste the precum and her own juices on his dick, but she wanted to main prize to come out for her. Her body was already screaming for another orgasm, and the more she sucked the closer she also got. Kimmie began bobbing her head up and down. More his dick went deeper into her mouth. All that she hoped for was a warning from Addison. This time, he was prepared once again and when he was ready, he slowly pulled back. "In my mouth Addison!" she exclaimed. Kimmie opened her mouth, and Addison aimed for the opening. At last, another series of shots came out in full force and landed inside of Kimmie's waiting mouth. Though the load was noticeable smaller than his last two, there was still plenty of warm cum for her to swallow. One big gulp did it for Kimmie, and soon followed by her own orgasm. Both step siblings collapsed into each other. "Wow Addison, that was amazing, wasn't it?" she asked her well-endowed little step brother. "Yeah Kimmie, you're amazing," he said. They turned their heads to each other and giggled. Both satisfied and tired, they shared one more kiss and then picked each other up. There would be hell to pay if they were discovered gone. They quickly dressed and headed back upstairs to get some well-deserved rest. Games People Play Opening the door with the key card, the man quietly entered the hotel room. It was not different from any other hotel room as he had seen so often. Soft illumination, white walls stuck with large watercolour landscapes, the usual oversized flat TV screen with the hotel's silent advertisement, the enormous glass windows overseeing the evening lights of the wide city scape below, the customary shaded lamp on the too narrow writing desk with its note block, computer connection and telephone. And of course there was the bed, the huge queen size bed. It was white sheeted. No blankets. Apart from that sheet there were only big, thick pillows on the bed. And on it a woman was lying. The woman was completely nude, her hands raised over her head, her wrists linked and handcuffed to a ring screwed in the bed's wooden head board. She was blindfolded. Hearing the man enter, the woman moved her unseeing head in his direction. There was a sharp intake of breath and a tremor rippled through her body. A very beautiful woman she was, as she lay there, sprawled in splendid nudity, helplessly bound to that bed, open to attack and free to use. The man stepped toward the bed and stood there for a long time, watching the woman's body. Watching the softly breathing flesh awaiting him. Watching the beautiful breasts. Watching the nipples on top of them, big and juicy, and grown into hardened buds. Watching the delicate throat, with its softly pulsing vein and the little prominence of her voice box, a throat which seemed to invite to be bitten into. And watching, of course, those wide and flat loins with between them the soft slight hill, topped by a charming belly button, and meandering down towards the thin bush between the thighs. A bush that covered the secret of the woman's feminine entrance, and that, upon close inspection revealed a few barely discernible drops of moisture. The man also watched the lovely face, with its two alluring and slightly quivering lips, and above it that blindfold covering the eyes and part of the sharp bridged nose. A beautiful face, adorned by a wild frame of luxurious black hair, spread out over the pillows. Standing there for a long time, the man just kept looking. Watching. Enjoying what he saw. But the woman on the bed next to him remained impassive, only breathing as if, it seemed to the man, in concert with his own quickening respiration. There was no speaking between them. The room remained silent. Slowly the man took off his jacket and draped it over the back of the chair. Heaving his knees, one after the other, he then untied his shoelaces. Once out of his black office shoes, he placed them side by side under the bed and rolled down his socks. Then, barefooted on the carpet, he opened the belt of his trousers and zipped open his fly, letting his pants fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them and carefully folded the garment next to his socks on a chair. Standing in black underpants, he loosened his tie and started unbuttoning his shirt, shifting it off his hairy chest. Together with the tie, it followed the pants on the chair. He was naked now apart from his briefs, bulged because of the already swollen manhood it held. The rustling sounds of his undressing seemed to have stirred the naked woman on the bed. Her breathing became somewhat less regular, and there was a slight clinking of the metal handcuffs that held her imprisoned. Still standing next to the bed the man smiled down upon the woman, contemplating how delicious she was. He took his time, but finally stripped his underpants down his hairy thighs, placing them too on the small pile of clothing on the chair. His manhood had grown now. It stood in proud erection, its purple head gleaming in the soft light of the room. Slowly the man let himself down and sat next to the naked woman on the spotless bed. The woman's body froze, but, so close by, radiated warmth to his own. Then quite suddenly, a violent shiver ran all through its delectable length. He touched her, his hand visiting a breast, his fingers playing with its nipple. The woman responded with a hard intake of breath, and a sudden tingling let itself be heard from the metal cuffs against the ring to which she was fastened. But she made no vocal sound, although her mouth now opened, parting her alluring lips. Even when his other hand caressed the other breast, hardening its nipple even more than it already was, the woman remained silent, as she had been instructed. The man now shifted himself upon his knees and moved his vibrant member close to the woman's face, to those inviting lips. Her mouth twisted as the tip of his staff touched it, then opened to receive. Immediately the man put himself deep into her, his big hairy balls slapping against her face. She enveloped him with the wet warmth of her mouth. With an increasing heart rate the man felt the tasting tongue, and he relished in the heavenly sucking of his flesh that followed. Soon the man had become so overheated that he withdrew, for fear of ending his pleasure too early. As his staff moved out of the wetness of the woman's mouth, a soft frustrated moan escaped her. Then silence returned to the room. The man now rose over her like a bridge, and then, slowly, sank his heavy body down, full length, over hers. His skin and her flesh seemed to melt together as in fire. The woman, her body trembling below him, now began to pant. Almost in a reflex the man buried his mouth in the soft bay of her neck, feeling the woman's blood pulse below his lips. Again there was a loud clinking from the handcuffs, as the woman frantically tore on her bonds. The man, delighting in her helplessness, sought the soft mounds of her breasts and, having found them, began to knead them, the firm nipples pressing in his palms. The woman made soft noises as the man sucked her throat, hungry like a baby suckling its mother. Thus the man played with the bound woman below him. For a long time. Until finally, the woman's body gyrated with movements so unbearably exquisite, so exciting, that his heated staff, caught between their flesh, began to choke his mind. It was time. With one knee the man tried to spread the woman's thighs, so he could enter her. But she resisted him. "Nooo..." she hissed between her teeth, despite her instructions. The man raised himself up onto his elbows and with brute force slapped the woman's blindfolded face before him, watching her gasping reaction with glee. He liked it if a woman resisted. It took a second slap across the woman's face, and a chiming protest of the metal cuffs, before the woman under him hesitantly opened her thighs. It was a surrender of sorts, and the man used it immediately, pressing his weapon against the moist folds of her intimate entrance. Then, with an unexpected thrust, he sank himself into her. Again a brief throaty sound escaped the woman's mouth, but otherwise the room remained silent. The man, breathing heavily now, began to move his loins up and down, shoving his fiery lance in and out of the woman, fanning the flames of his lust. And while the man thus thrashed the woman, the only sounds in the room were his panting, the woman's hard breathing, and a rhythmic clinking of the metal cuffs around her bound wrists. When his fire blazed high, the man finally bit hard into the woman's throat, brutally clutched both her breasts, and heaved his hairy ass for a last great thrust into her. He speared her with all the muscles of his body in sudden violent contraction. It made him spray his seed in mighty spurting squirts deep into the woman below him. Thus the man's pleasures came to an end. For a while he remained lying motionless on the warm body below him. Slowly he regained his normal breathing, feeling relaxed and very well gratified. Some of his seed oozed between the woman's intimate folds and his own limping prick. It no doubt stained the sheet below her. Silence returned to the room. Slowly the man eased himself off the woman and off the bed. Briefly he looked at the flaccid wet prick between his legs that had served him so well. Then, contently and for quite a while, he watched the bound and blindfolded woman he had used with such pleasure, and who was now leaking between her legs. Finally, with a sigh, the man turned to the chair, took his clothes and dressed himself. He then walked over to the door and, still without speaking a word, stopped briefly to look once more at the woman lying on the crumpled sheet, her hands still chained above her. Then he left, as quietly as he had entered the room, and closed the door carefully behind him. Downstairs he handed back his key card to the girl at the reception desk. "Was everything according to wish, sir?" the uniformed girl inquired. "Yes, thank you," the man answered, "everything was fine," and he handed her a tip in an envelope. "Thank you sir," the girl said with a professional smile, taking the envelope but not opening it. The man smiled back politely, turned and left the hotel. *** In the middle of the night, as his wife cautiously got into their bed, the man woke up. Her face shone in the silver moonlight entering through the window of their bedroom. She was as beautiful as ever. He turned over, facing her, and asked if she'd had a good evening. "Yes, and very satisfying," she answered with a sigh, as she rolled herself into his arms. The man kissed her, taking in her erotic scent. Then, lifting his head, he asked: "Was I good enough for you?" "You were great, my love," she answered. "How did you get out of those cuffs?" His wife smiled. "The girl from the desk downstairs came to the room. She had the keys." Her husband smiled. "Yes, of course" he said, "and I gave her a big tip too. I hope she didn't take too long to free you." "A little," his wife said, "she fucked me first..." Games People Play I heard her mumble a few words and then a quick intake of breath. And then motion. Funny how you can hear motion, but I did. I could see her getting fucked. He was behind her - her favorite position - he was fucking her. His cock glistened as it slid back and forth into her tight pussy. Even when it was gushing wet, it was tight for me. . . I'm sure he was lost in it . . but in her mind she saw something completely different. I was fucking her. My big cock was stretching her pussy . . . She could feel me touching her innermost places on every stroke . . . My cock was so big it pulled her clit inward on every stroke . . .My cockhead was hitting places she never knew existed until she met me . . and she was reliving every fuck we ever had at the same time . . . He was fucking her - his wife - while she was fucking back with all she had . . . the whole time calling out my name and thinking of me . . . Over the phone I heard it all . . . Oh god . . . Don't stop. . . Oh god . . You're so deep . . . You're cock feels so good . . Oh honey, I love you. . . I love you . . . I love you . . . . And then she came. She came loudly with her whole body. Her soul. Her very being. While she came, I heard him grunt . . . and it was mixed with my own. We all came and for an instant: None of the games mattered. We were all more vulnerable than we ever thought possible, and we were all more satisfied. The last words I heard her say were: I love you . . . Then the phone went dead. I'm waiting at the airport. Waiting to see if she actually gets off the plane. I don't know if she will, or if she won't. But I hope that she always will . . .