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May & Deke Ch. 01

By: BlueByrd



Chapter 1 - Window Seats

My name is May, and I am meeting my lover Deke today at a lakeside motel in Maine. I haven't seen him for three months and I am so horny I am going out of my mind. I masturbate all the time we are apart--imagining he is here in my bedroom. Lying naked on my bed with two pillows under my hips so that I can see my own pussy, I spread my legs wide so that in my mind I also give Deke, sitting in a chair just beyond the foot of my bed, a clear view. I imagine that I am showing him my sex and then begin my little reverie.

"Do you want to watch me cum?" I ask my absent lover.

"O yes darling," I imagine him cooing. "Show me your glistening wetness and let me watch your dance."

I part my labia with my fingers and show him my swelling clit and my ever-increasing flow of juices. I wet my forefinger by slipping it into my vagina and then slowly draw it back out and slide it up until I hit my sweet spot. I imagine looking directly into Deke's blue eyes as I begin to stroke my clit. 

He smiles and urges me on. " That's it, my sweet. Cum for me. You are so beautiful." 

I notice that his cock is responding and tell him that I want him to pleasure himself at the same time. As he strokes himself, I get even more turned on, knowing he is hardening while watching me. It makes me feel so sexy and desirable. Watching a man handle himself is so evocative-the strong firm strokes, the changes in speed and direction, and the stretching of the skin over the engorged head. I know, as in anyone's masturbation, it is all the right pressure and tempo; so his desire builds with each variation. 

I see that his pre-cum has moistened the tip of his bulging penis as he moves closer to my bedside for a better view. His lust grows as he watches the quiver of my big thighs and the subtle and not-so-subtle undulations of my body as I am being driven to climax.

I imagine him jacking his load all over my tits and belly. I rub his sperm all over me with my free hand and lick my fingers. I taste, in memory, the salty sweetness of his ejaculate; and I cum, moaning to the walls. 

I have cum and cum well, but it is less than satisfactory. My beautiful man, my Deke, is not really there to glory in my dance. 

But enough! Today I, his mistress May, am on the way to meet with my beloved; and soon there will be consummate satisfaction.

Our timing is perfect: we meet just after Deke checks in at the office at 7PM on his way to our motel room. I hail him, and he stops so I can catch up. There in the parking lot we kiss open-mouthed and deeply and wetly like the love-sick sex-deprived maniacs that we are. He cups one of my breasts and I grab a cheek of his ass, hugging for several moments-so happy to be together again. Pausing for a moment, Deke says we need to find his unit. I smile at the double entendre; and the maintenance man, who has watched our display and heard all that we have said, pipes up, and tells us the way.

We laugh knowing we must have been quite a sight, and I am sure our greeting has "affair" written all over it. After all, my Deke is quite a bit older than I am, and we hardly meet like father and daughter, or even husband and wife. 

Walking to our room, arms around waists, Deke whispers, "Bet he wishes he could watch us in our room."

Looking at him askance, I say laughingly, "Yeah, right!" 

As he inserts the key to let us in, Deke says, "I bet he'd love it. Bet it makes him hard, just thinking about us fucking on the other side of this door."

Just as Deke gets the door open, the chambermaid appears. "Are you all set?" she asks.

"Oh, yes, thank you," I say. "The man down in the parking lot was very helpful."

"That's my husband. We're the managers," she says. "He is mostly a pain in the ass, but I have him trained when it comes to the customers."

"Good girl!" I say moving through the door behind Deke.

"Do you need an extra towel or two?" 

"Why, that would be great!" Deke smiles. Our manager/chambermaid passes two fluffy white towels into his arms and departs.

"Well, that was a trip, Deke! Bet her husband sent her right over here to check us out. What a laugh!"

We turn on the bedside lamps, as cozier than the overhead light. Our room, on the backside of the motel, has a large picture window in the wall next to the bed. It's the kind of window you think would have a view, but it only looks across the ally. You would think, too, that being on the ground floor, we would close the curtains; but we never do unless we are right on the front parking lot.

I notice that the building across the ally has a widow just like ours directly across from us, and I see painted on the door adjacent to the window the words, "Manager's Residence." As we unpack, we can't help observing the many comings and goings of our helpful maintenance man and friendly chambermaid. They seem to be well suited as a couple. You know what I mean; they look like a pair. He is big burly guy with broad shoulders and big forearms. Just by looking at him, I can tell he can fix things. She is attractive and of average height and sturdy build. Her short brown permed hair frames a round face that has the smile of a happy housekeeper. Cheerful and hospitable, they seem the perfect do-it-yourself innkeepers; and, from what I can make out through our opposing windows, their living quarters are neat and homey. 

Finally settled in, Deke and I proceed to get reacquainted. I know he has had a long drive so I want him to relax. "You must be beat," I say, "after your long drive here from Syracuse, darling. Let me help you out of your clothes."

"O, May, you are so good to me."

Deke stands next to the bed and I begin by unbuttoning his shirt, putting it on the chair. Next, I kneel to undo his belt and unzip his fly. Then I pull down his chinos and boxers to reveal his cock that is just beginning to rouse. I tell him to sit on the bed, where, still on my knees, I remove his shoes and socks. Rising, I put his pants on the chair with his shirt, then return to stand in front of him. I unbutton my blouse, one button at a time from the top down. I slip it off, tossing it in the chair, leaving me in my bra, pencil skirt and mules. Deke watches me, smiling, as I undo my bra, freeing my ample tits, and send it the way of my blouse. 

I step toward him and enfold his face with my breasts, where he nuzzles for a moment and then suckles. It makes me moan, as the stimulation of my nipples seems to be directly connected to my clit. His tender caresses, cupping and kissing my yearning tits with his hands and his mouth, seem to have given new growth to his hardening cock.

I push him off me, step back and turn around. Glancing over my shoulder, I unzip my tight skirt and slowly peel it, with my panties, down over my firm, round ass. I back into him and bend at the waist so that he can knead and kiss my glutes and use his tongue to rim my pucker. He reaches between my legs to discover my wetness. Parting my lips, he slips two fingers into my flowing vagina. I moan more loudly as my needy cunt engulfs his rhythmic insertions. 

I walk out of his grasp, turn around and drop to my knees again in front of him and look up to speak. 

"Deke, I think they're watching us."

"What?"

"I think they're watching us from across the ally."

"How can you tell?"

"Well, when I turned toward the window, I saw them. They're smoking and I can see the glowing tips of their cigarettes. Watch."

"I'll be damned. Are you all right with this? If you are, I'd like to turn on the overhead."

"You'd really like that wouldn't you O, Hell, let 'em watch!" 

Deke snaps on the overhead to bathe us in its strong, bright light.

The entire right side of our queen-size bed, to which he returns, is parallel to the window. This means our husky maintenance man and his buxom wife, sitting in the dark across the ally, undoubtedly had been watching our foreplay.

I am surprised by my reaction to the realization of being watched. I like it. More aroused than ever, I plunge down consuming Deke's cock to the hilt, grind into his balls, the base of his shaft and come back up. Flicking the tip with my tongue, I taste his pre-cum. I run my tongue and teeth lightly around the flange at the corona of his uncut beauty and then I consume its length again. 

He groans with pleasure as I swallow him whole. He can feel his cock at the back of my throat and he puts his hand on the back of my head to help himself deeper. I begin to withdraw sliding my mouth up his shaft. Twisting, midway, up and down with tight lips like a lemon-juicer, I pull up to the knob, and pause to feather the part in his flange. After his dick pops out of my mouth, I rub the head all over my face, around my nose and eyes and back and forth across my lips. 

I maintain tension in my lips and force the velvet head of his penis between them into my mouth. I do that several times only taking him half way and then I dive for the bottom again. Holding my head, Deke thrusts several times gently but deeply, and begins to speak emotionally. " I bet the manager saw you undressing, May. He saw your beautiful big tits, freed from their bra, cascade down your tummy. I bet he'd want to play with them and suck them real hard. Would you like that, dear?"

I withdraw, with a slurp. "O yes, I would, in fantasy. And, Deke, you know you make me so very hot when you talk that way."

"And when he watches us fuck, he'll probably take his big whang out for his wife and they'll cum along with us."

"O God, I hope so," I wail. "Fuck me now." 

"Let's really show them what we've got, May. Get on the bed so I can fuck you doggy style," Deke eagerly directs. 

I climb over the end of the bed so that our silent observers have a perfect profile view. My head is down on the bed and I look directly at them through the window. My ass is high in the air and Deke approaches.

His cock, at full vertical extension, waves big and proud. Stepping up to mount me, he grabs his cock with one hand, parts my lips with the other and in one deft stroke drives it home. I grunt with pleasure as with both his hands holding my hips, he strokes in and out, over and over, in long thrusts. Then he teases me by putting only the head in and then maybe only half way and then the head again until he decides it's time to drive it down to my cervix. I am sopping and the juices flow and gush from me. 

He plays with my ass and thumbs my hole. I am wild with Deke's combined nudging my G-spot and finger-fucking my ass. He brings me over and I cum hollering in ecstasy. Feeling my vagina grab his cock in orgasm triggers his explosion.

"Shoot some on my ass," I yell. "Let 'em see you cum!" Deke cums furiously and collapses on me.

Gathering himself, he exults, "Whew! May! Wow! That was so great! You were so brave!"

"O, Deke, I'm so glad it made you happy and you know what? I think I like it. When I realized what was happening, it was like shifting my libido into overdrive. Do you really think our brawny maintenance man got off watching us?"

"I wouldn't be surprised. Our hostess did have a twinkle in her eye handing me the extra towels."

We kiss and Deke turns out the overhead light. We crawl into bed, wave at the window and turn out the bedside lamps.

Settling into each other's arms, Deke whispers, "I want to thank you for tonight, May. It meant a lot to me that you were willing to live my fantasy with me."

"You know, Deke, this has been really eye-opening for me. I mean, I never knew I would feel this way about fucking in front of anyone, and I think I understand a little better about your desires. And I'm glad they saw you cum and how potent and manly you are." 

"You are so attractive to other men! And you know you stir their desires. I'm so glad having an audience was such a thrill for you, darling. You know something? I'd love to have certain of our friends watch us fuck too."

Content and loosely entwined in each other's arms, "I'll think about it, you rascal," I jolly him. We kiss "good-night," declare our love for the other, and fall asleep-thinking about it.

May & Deke Ch. 02



Chapter 2: To Please Her Man

And May was thinking about it when she awoke in the motel across the lake from the college of her current teaching post. The occasion was one of her annual get-togethers with Deke, her adored professor from her university in up-state New York. He had thought of May as his leading grad student and created unusual pre-professional opportunities to show off her brilliance and lent counsel in her career planning. 

And now this very enthusiasm for her well-being had bubbled over into their new-found sex life together: he wanted to share her beautiful sexuality. An unabashed voyeur himself, he sought ways to foster her own exhibitionist inclinations.

The serendipitous discovery that the motel managers had secretly watched them having sex had been a real eye-opener for May. She had gotten into it, and she tingled with the possibilities for new sexual adventures. Their interlude at the motel on the lake had been a blossoming for May and a fulfillment of desire for Deke. 

As they lay facing each other the morning after--May fondling his morning hard-on and Deke leaning on one elbow and playing with her nipples--Deke posed the question, "Darling, did you really enjoy our playing for an audience last night?"

"Why, yes, I did. I told you that I was surprised that it felt so good." 

"I remember how last night you said you'd like the manager to play with your tits roughly. Wow, did that turn me on! We imagined that he had a big cock. Supposing I were to call him up and invite him in to fuck you right now?"

"Yeah, right! Call him right up. I'm sure he'd be over in a hot flash!" May laughs.

"Yeah, I know that's a little crazy," Deke says sheepishly, "but how about it we role-play it?" 

"What, that you're the manager?"

"Yeah, let's pretend I'm the manager!"

Deke gropes May's tits roughly as they imagine their burly manager would with his big strong hands. He pulls her nipples out and rolls them tightly in his fingers making her gasp. 

May spreads her shapely legs beautifully. Opening her lips with her fingers to accommodate her new lover's swollen glans, she feels a very big cock drive all the way until the big arrow head nudges her cervix and a plump sack kisses her ass. May grunts with each thrust and urges him on by telling him to pound her needy cunt and begging him to make her cum. His deep stroking is steady. May moans ever louder as the manager's deep ramming brings her closer to her O and over. In response, his load explodes inside her. He feels her cunt grip his cock to milk him of the last three measures of his ebbing semen. They lie embraced, without speech, breathing heavily, in the afterglow until May kisses Deke. 

"M-m-m-m, my mighty manager, you sure managed me. That was a fantastic orgasm!" May murmurs with a smile. They kiss again, laughing.

Then, more seriously, "Before we started fooling around, I wanted to say I've been thinking about us quite a bit this morning."

"Oh? And what have you been thinking?"

"Well, for one thing I've been thinking about finding a way for us to be watched again, but who would we ask? I remember you thought one of your male friends would be nice."

"Do you remember my good friend Bear Conley, with whom we had dinner reunion time--when we spent more time in bed than on campus?"

"How can I forget," May rejoins, "that motel in Gray, where I gave you my cherry. Was I your first virgin, my darling?" May says batting her eyes, and they laugh and kiss again. "And you'd like us to perform for Bear?" 

"Damn right I would. He's a terrific guy."

"Yes, I remember him. He was very nice. I liked him a lot. He's very handsome, but do you think he would want to be with us?"

"I can guarantee he'd want to be with you. Further, I have a standing invitation to visit any time I'm in the area; so how about me giving him a ring to see what's doing? May darling, I'd so love to have Bear see your voluptuous nude beauty, and I would love you to see his beautiful big cock."

"Are you suggesting that I fuck him?"

" Not necessarily. But let me tell you what I 'd really love: you know our fantasy about my watching you perform an alluring strip tease culminating with you masturbating until you climax?"

"You would just love that, wouldn't you. Well, hot stuff, why are you still lying here in bed? Go call him up!" 

The old teammates had always been confidants, and Bear knew of the joy Deke had found in having May as his mistress. So, when Deke calls to propose they visit him at his house, Bear is thrilled.

"You're here in the area?"

"Yes, we're in a motel about 15 miles from you." 

"Well, for Christ's sake! Listen. Tomorrow is Saturday and my son Jim and his wife Barb are coming over. They'll be up for a little party. How about joining us for cocktails around 3, and definitely plan to spend the night. Okay? Okay. You know the way. It'll be great to see you both again."



May & Deke Ch. 03



Chapter 3 - Bare for Bear

Around 3PM the next day Deke and May arrive at Bear's home, a sprawling ranch that sits at the end of a dirt drive half a mile off the main road amidst cool pines with mountain views along the Androscoggin River. Bear, a distinguished-looking mature man, about 5'11" with a steel-gray brush top and well-toned body, greets May and Deke at the door. 

The men shake hands and exchange rough hugs, slapping each other's backs, "So good to see you Deke, you old dog!"

"Likewise, you old reprobate. How've you been?"

"Great, just great. And, May. . . It's been a while, perhaps three years," Bear owns, taking her hands and kissing her on the cheek.

"Yes," May smiles, "Good memory!"

"I try to remember the beautiful women." He winks. The three laugh. And Bear adds, "Come on in and make yourselves at home. Before I take you out by the pool meet my son and his wife, let me show you to your room so you can drop your bags."

The house is elegant and their room has a queen size bed and French doors to a deck. Beyond is the pool area and they see Bear's handsome son and his wife already in swim suits sitting at the umbrella table. 

The guests arrive poolside with Bear, who had stopped by the kitchen to make frozen Margaritas. After the introductions, the conversation touches on the glorious weather. The flow of Tequila relaxes every one and Jim, kiddingly, broaches the subject of skinny-dipping. It is an idea that ultimately blossoms when Barbara pops off her bikini top, letting her D-cup tits swing free, and heads for the water, peeling her bikini bottom on the way; and Jim, without portfolio, is right behind her. 

Never noted for her shyness, May stands up and says, "Well, gentlemen, when in Rome..." and slips out of her linen sundress, which, even to Deke's surprise, has nothing beneath it.

"Christ, Bear, we better get with it or we'll miss all the fun!" 

As Deke sheds shirt, shorts and u-trow, he watches May, whose bouncy stride has carried her directly to the diving board, where she takes a few preliminary springs to check out the flex of the board. Less full than Barb's, her lovely C-cup boobs jounce fetchingly as she bounces. Then she returns to the base; and, when all is quiet, she skips forward and takes off high, fully extended, reaching for the sky, in a perfectly executed plain front dive to enter the water with barely a splash. Coming back to the surface, she is greeted by appreciative applause. 

Not to be out-classed, Barb, takes her turn, earning an equally appreciative response. The women then take seats on the steps at the shallow end and demand that the boys show them what they've got. 

Deke and Bear decline the gambit, show fatigue, and leave the exhibition to forty-year-old Jim, who earns a couple of 6's before vaulting his 9 body out of the water with his 10 cock swinging to warm the loins of the drooling women in the gallery. 

"Mm, Mm, Mm! And just think, that one's mine," Barb says smiling. 

"You're a lucky woman, there," replies May. "Mine's rather well hung, too, don't you think? And Jim's dad?"

"Definitely genetic!" Barb laughs, "but really, not a small package in the bunch! Lucky us!"

The boys culminate the games with a set of successively bigger cannon balls to splash the girls and earning cheers and squeals of delight.

Shenanigans over, Jim, Barb, Deke and May raft up, chatting, to wait while Bear, always a style-setter, leaves, stark naked, to set the table and grill the steaks, having insisted that he needed no help. 

As they float together, nude and sipping newly made Margaritas, Barb asks, "Have you and Deke been together long?"

"We've known each other well for seven years. But only three as lovers," May volunteers. "Our age difference of thirty-three years raises a few eye-brows too, of course." 

"Wow, that's twice our age difference," she observes. 

"You see, Deke was my very favorite English Prof at Syracuse and helped me land my present teaching job at the college."

"And she's the best I ever taught!" Deke throws in with enthusiasm.

"Wait a minute," Jim chimes in, "I get it. With Deke and Dad being old Polar Bear attackmen and best friends, Deke can come back to Maine anytime without a problem to keep company with you, right May?" 

"Yep, she's my long distance mistress," Deke smiles, patting May's inner thigh-in sly invitation for the young Conleys to notice the moist lips of her open cunt.

Barb smiles, "You seem very comfortable together here - and with your nudity. Are you naturists?"

May smiling back answers, "No, we aren't. This is a new experience for us, but we are really having a great time. Deke has never been shy about taking his clothes off, but I am surprised at how uninhibited I feel with you folks."

Jim, rejoining the conversation, says, "I hope I don't seem overly aggressive at this point, but Barb and I find you to be an extremely attractive couple. And we would love to get to know you even better."

"The fact is," Barb continues, "we swing; and because the four of us have hit it off so well today, we were hoping we can entertain you at our place."

Focussing on the bobble of Barb's delectable tits, Deke admits, "That certainly sounds good to me. I'm around for the week. What do you say, May?"

"Gee, this is all so new to me..."

Barb, understanding May's hesitation offers, "It would only be the four of us, but why don't you and Deke talk it over and let us know. We are on vacation this week and we'd love you to have you come to our island summer home in Casco Bay - say Tuesday and Wednesday? I'll give you our number before we leave and you can give us a call one way or the other on Monday." 

"That would be just right," Deke says, smiling and squeezing May's hand.

Bear calls them all out of the pool as dinner is on the table. Jim, Barbara, Deke, and May towel dry and follow their host's lead to their nude dinner. On the way May confesses to Deke in low tones: "I am so horny, dear, and Jim's cock is ou la la! I think I could really go for a foursome with them." 

"O yes, me too," is Deke's whispered response. "And he's really been checking you out! Let's do it. Make sure we get their phone number!" 

The group proceeds to take seats at the candle-lit table on the screened porch to a repast of salad and French bread, with a lovely robust Cabernet to round out the meal. The rare steaks are seared to perfection and the whole atmosphere is soft and romantic as music drifts out from the stereo speakers.

The conversation is lively and full of laughter and the five decide unanimously that they have had a wonderful time and should do it again, soon.

Jim and Barbara offer to stay and help clean up after dinner, but Bear shoos them out. Deke and May also offer to help, but he insists they relax with their after-dinner drinks on the porch as it will only take him a minute to clean up.

Deke looks across at May from the chaise he had plunked himself down on. He studies her voluptuous body as she too reclines stretched out on her chaise. He had loved watching her play in the nude all afternoon-so proud of her for the grace with which she had, off and on, parted her legs to the men's subtle, but lustful, gazes.

Now Deke notes a change in her position, May wants Bear to see her open cunt as she gently strokes the gateway to Heaven. Understanding that her "dance" has begun, Deke feels his heart begin to pound. This was May's urgent wish, he thinks - and a gift for us three! From the kitchen Bear has noticed and sees that her playing with herself is for him. 

"O my God," Deke says under his breath, "I can't take this sitting down!" Tuning into the waltz now playing on the stereo, he asks aloud, "My darling, would you care to dance?" 

In her sexiest voice, May replies, "I thought you'd never ask." 

They move together to the center of the porch. May puts her arms around Deke's neck as his hands encircle her to rest just below the small of her back on her ass. He pulls her close, and they kiss deeply, wetly, passionately. She rests her head on his chest just under his chin, sighing. Eyes closed, they sway, stepping and gently circling to the soft strains of violins. The feel of her hard nipples against him and the growth of his thick cock up her belly belie the ardor of the pair, and May's vaginal flow gushes.

Bear watches them; and, as he finishes drying the last of the pans, his own cock has roused at the open sexual display of his friends. It feels so good that he begins to stroke himself lightly. Deke's smiling eyes acknowledge the compliment paid; and he whispers, "Darling, look. Look at our host. He's watching us."

May looks over and smiles, noting silently that the large cock in Bear's hand is bigger than Deke's. She whispers to Deke, in return, " I think he's enjoying watching us."

"Yes, he is. See how great his appreciation is? Would you like to dance with him, darling?'

"I think I'd like that if you want me to."

Deke dances May over to Bear, whose face lights up at their approach.

"Deke says he thinks you'd like to dance with me, Bear. Would you?"

Deke makes the hand-off to his old buddy and retreats to an easy chair with his drink to watch them. He glimpses May's nipples perking from her large areolas, and his heart sings. 

Before long Bear dances their happy May over and spins her gently in front of Deke. Stepping back into Bear from the turn, she comes closer than they've been, trapping his cock between them. Bear maintains his strong embrace and unaccountably begins to giggle as he backs her up to Deke with the mock invitation: "Deke lad, would you join me in making an ice cream sandwich?"

Deke rises, laughing, "Haven't made one in forty years, but here goes!" and he joins the twosome. 

Bear releases his hold enough so that Deke can cup May's tits from the rear, his cock aligned with the crack of her ass, while kissing and licking her soft neck. May and Bear begin to kiss, tasting each other's mouth tentatively at first, then with deeper intent. Meanwhile, Deke continues to lavish her neck with tender kisses before sighing, "O, darling, you are so beautiful, so wonderful, so loving..."

Turning in their arms to face Deke, May urges in overture, "Let's go to bed, dear. Let's do it now, and, Bear, we want you with us." 

"O may I, please? Yes! And my room has a king-size bed. Let's go in there."

Bear turns down the bed while the other two eat the other's mouth. When Deke slips a hand between her legs, he hums, "O, my beautiful girl, you are so wet."

"I know. I am so turned on, so ready for you both."

The three lie on the bed with May between the guys. She puts her hands over her head, holding on to the headboard. She spreads her legs in gesture of the gift of her body for her men to work their wills and each to have a full share. Their kissing and fondling tell of their joint desire for her pleasure. Their ministrations send May heavenward. Deke eats her cunt, sucking in her sweet juices, tonguing her clit, and finger-fucking her. May reaches for Bear's big boner and breathes excitedly, "Let me eat it." 

Bear moves so that he can feed her his cock. She takes it down to the balls and mashes his mat of still blond pubic hair with her face before squeezing the roots of his cock with her taut lips. 

The men then exchange places, but Bear eats her cunt so ravenously that she can no longer attend to Deke's cock. 

"Bear. Bear, just fuck me, Bear," May bleats. 

Deke pulls out of May's mouth to cheer his teammate: "Yes, Bear take her. I so want her to have you."

Bear positions himself between May's thighs pushing her knees apart. Her clit is swollen and her lips part as she spreads wide for him. His 8-inch cock is thicker than Deke's; and, despite her rich lubrication, she cries out as his driving cock stretches the entire length of her tight cunt. He rams hard into her cervix.

"Ahhhhh, yes! Fuck me!" May wails.

In response, he grinds into her, plunging deeply. Deke is so enraptured by the action that he begins jacking his own cock to bestow upon his mistress a pearl necklace.

Bear pushes on with attackman intensity--their climax, the goal; and they explode together, grunting, arching and hollering out their mutual glory. May, given to multiple orgasm, mewls, shudders, and writhes with spasms that squeeze Bear's cock beyond her initial O. Her final contraction ejects him; and, exhausted, they join Deke, already collapsed on the bed, panting and sighing. 

Regrouping first, Deke rolls May into the clasp of his arms. "You were so beautiful!" he whispers. "Thank you so much, darling."

Then Bear stirs and instinctively rides up lovingly to embrace her succulent ass. And they sleep, May once again secure in their ice cream sandwich.



May & Deke Ch. 04



Chapter 4 - All The Way, May

Brush up your Shakespeare
Start quoting him now
Brush up your Shakespeare
And the women you will wow. 
 - Cole Porter (Kiss Me Kate)

*

Around 11 AM that Sunday morning, after a great breakfast of bacon and eggs, Deke and May bid a fond farewell to Bear. The hugs and kisses on that occasion were not perfunctory obligations of guests to hosts. They were longer and sweeter, born of deeply-felt gratitude and affection. During those moments of meaningful quiet, May was enfolded once again in the embrace of both her lovers. 

Well out of sight of the house and just before turning onto the highway at the end of Bear's drive, Deke sees an appropriate place to park with a view of the river; and, wanting to talk, he stops there, puts the car in park, and turns to May. With both of her hands in his he says, "You seem very happy this morning, my darling. Did you have a good time?"

" I had a wonderful time!" May extols. "Bear was so nice and so good in bed with me - with us. I really had no idea how I would take to being with you and another man, but I felt so sexy and so desired. It felt right to let you both make love to me."

Deke smiles: " Seeing you as your primal self, giving it all up, perfectly uninhibited, taken by the passion of the moment, made me so proud of you." 

"Nevertheless, dear," May begins soberly, "despite all the terrific fun and good feelings we've enjoyed, things have happened awfully fast; and there is this nagging other self of mine that wonders if it's right for us to have such close friends. You know what I mean." 

"Well, May darling, the myth-makers certainly have their motivations for maintaining their views on right and wrong; but you and I recognize our own responsibilities to shape and to contribute to a better world and hold to it. For us to seek new pleasures in our sex lives, while not being a moral plus, is a matter of individual taste. We're not killing people. We are not immoral. It's our own personal business. I'm with Sir Toby Belch when he nailed the kill-joy steward Malvolio, 'Dost thou think, that because thou art virtuous, there shall be no more cakes and ale?' 

"But I do hasten to confess, dear, I'm on new ground myself. For all the great sex we've had over our three years of intimacy, this weekend was completely new to me. I have never shared my loved one with another guy in my presence. 

"And," Deke continues, "in another sense there has been logic and a reasonableness in the way things have developed for us. You blessed me by sharing your secret dream of being watched. That thrilled me. Then you reported a nocturnal dream of masturbating, completely nude, reclining on a fainting couch in a museum. That so appealed to me: I called it a dance of glory in your own sexuality."

"But, Deke, that was just a dream."

"Yeah, but it was a happy dream. And after that, your sorties in social nudity while swimming became delightful for you. 

"And then what a gas it was for me to have you get on a new wave-length when we knew that the motel manager and his wife were watching us Thursday night. You were so hot Friday morning when you imagined me as the manager! I think it was positively the best sex we ever had.

"At that point I knew that I had to get Bear for you, May. I so hoped you'd like him, for the new dimension that it could give our sex lives, especially during our long separations. And you were so great together. And now my dearest wish is that you both can relieve your loneliness and enjoy yourselves from time to time. Of course, the old voyeur would like to hear all the details!"

May, having smiled serenely during the recitation of Deke's dreams, hikes her linen sundress to the waist and begins to masturbate, noisily. "You make me so wet with all your sexy talk. I want to eat you right now."

Deke's car has a split bench seat in the front with no annoying center console to get in the way. The seats recline almost flat so Deke is lying down, permitting May to kneel next to him. 

Still masturbating, May commands smilingly, "Undo your belt and get those pants down now!"

Deke readily complies as May simultaneously strips off her shift. She continues to diddle herself with one hand and plays with her own tits with the other. Groping herself and pulling out her own nipples, she undulates and moans as she begins to pleasure her man.

Deke's cock begins to harden gaining altitude and attitude. He goes to stroke himself when May again commands him, "Don't you touch that. It's mine!"

Deke, eyes widening at her aggressive display, retreats, resting both hands on his chest like an Egyptian Pharaoh. 

May shoves two of her own fingers into her wet cunt. She removes them and rubs the slippery juices on her fingers all around the head of his cock. May leans over to taste herself on him and, after licking his glans clean, consumes the whole cock down to the balls and stops. Deke gasps and May feels his meat begin to throb in her mouth. She nuzzles deep; opening her throat to accept his increasing length and pushing her face down, she grinds her nose into his groin. Squeezing her lips tight, she withdraws her mouth up the shaft, twisting right and left, wringing it out. Stopping so that her lips are just at the rim of the head of his dick, she feathers the frenulum and then probes the slit with her tongue before grabbing his shaft with her hand and popping it out of her mouth. Deke groans with pleasure. Wagging his dick gently, she taps it all around her face, blowing on it and kissing it. Keeping her lips firm, she gently forces his glans back into her mouth so that it feels as if he is entering her tight cunt. She sucks in his rock hard cock all the way to the bottom, deep-throating him yet again. Up and down, twisting, licking, feathering and sucking, May works Deke's cock until he cannot contain himself. His utterances of building pleasure tell May his climax is imminent and make her ready to swallow. As if the spasms of his orgasm were not sensational enough, May's suction of his ejaculate drives him crazy. She sucks his balls dry, swallowing every drop until he begs her to stop.

May smacks her lips, flicks the tip and smiles as she plants one last kiss on his post-peak pecker. "Mmmm, you are delicious!" And then growling on softly, "And yes, dear, I will keep on fucking Bear for you. And, furthermore, if things go really well on our island visit, you'll want me to keep on enjoying Jim's nice big cock, won't you?" 

"Oh, God yes, darling, and I shall rest in peace throughout; but, when I get back to Maine again, watch out!"

" O Deke, I am your Mistress May. It is you to whom I pledge my allegiance and all my love."

Kissing her with extraordinary tenderness, he whispers, "I know that more than ever, my love. More than ever." 

"And now, you know, since I got you off, I am hornier than ever."

"Do you want me to do you?" Deke asks eagerly.

"You are so sweet," she says, placing a little smooch on his cheek, "but no, dear. I want to stay horny. You know how good our sex was this past Friday morning when we did our little role-play? Well, I haven't told you before, but I've had this fantasy of fucking a big rough guy I don't know; and the idea of me getting it on with the manager is growing on me. What would you think if I actually did have sex with him?"

"I'm with you all the way, May. I would consider it your gift to me."

Deke, now reassembled, is sitting up while May, still naked, climbs Deke from her passenger's seat, arms tight around his neck, and croons, "You are so good to me! I don't know if I can pull it together, but I can try. Perhaps I could catch his eye with a strip tease at our window as he passes by on his appointed rounds, or I could proffer a direct invite to check out the plumbing? I can still hear the toilet running, can't you?" They laugh together. "We could think of it as an undress rehearsal for Jim." 

" 'Bring forth men-children only. Thy undaunted mettle should compose nothing but males.' You've got the guts of a burglar! As it's best for you to be alone with him, I could shop for some food and booze as gifts for the young Conleys. On my way out I could tell the manager or whomever is at the desk that I'm off to do several errands and will be back late in the afternoon and that we plan to check out the next day. Okay?"

"So Babe," May directs, " when we get back to the motel, you call Jim and Barb and tell them we're on for Tuesday. Then, Monday, while you are out picking up provisions, I'll work on seducing the manager.



May & Deke Ch. 05



Chapter 5 – Her On-Call Handyman

The excitement surrounding Deke's departure on his shopping trip is high. Nervous as teens going on a first date, they hug, kiss and reassure each other. 

"You'll do just great, dear," Deke tells her. "And you can call me on my cell when you are done and want me to come up. That way, I won't interrupt you."

"Thanks, sweet. Drive safely," May urges after a parting smooch. Then she closes and locks the door behind him. Part of her plan to entice the manager is to wear her black satin and lace bikini panties and her sheer black beach cover that but thinly veils her C-cup tits and hour-glass figure.

May first looks out the picture window to see if he is in sight. She thought she had noticed him using the alleyway in his regular travels, and sure enough, she only has to wait a minute or two before he reappears. 

May raps on the window to get his attention and gestures for him to come to her assistance. He smiles and points to indicate that he is heading for the room.

Answering his knock, May opens the door. Her erect nipples are obvious through the diaphanous fabric; and, although he is obviously taken aback, it is not enough to keep him from coming right in. 

"What seems to be the problem, Miss?" he asks, eyeing her appreciatively, as she closes and locks the door.

"There seems to be a leak – um...a..."

"Jack...Jack Rawson."

"Hi, Jack. How do you do? I'm May."

"It's nice know your name. I have admired you since you arrived."

"Thank you," she laughs, "and I'm glad to know your name now, too."

"What can I do for you, May?"

"Well, Jack, as I say, there is a leak – but may I ask you a question first?"

"Sure."

"Did you like watching my boyfriend fuck me last Thursday night?"

Looking a bit doubtful, "I don't know if I should answer that." 

"We know you watched. That's why Deke turned the overhead light on – you know, so you could see us better."

"Okay – yes, it was great. Do you and your boyfriend do that often?"

"You mean fuck in front of people?"

"Yes."

"No, it was the first time for us, but it made us both really hot; and since then we've been fantasizing about your big hands groping my tits. Would you like that? Would you like to grope my tits with your big rough hands?" May takes his left hand and brings it to her right tit.

Jack responds aggressively, grabbing her ass with his right hand to pull her into him. Kissing her face and groping her tit and her ass, he asks, "Is that what you wanted?" 

Somewhat surprised by his ready advance, she is nonetheless exhilarated. May hugs both cheeks of his ass, emitting a sensual moan, "Mmmmmm, O, yes!" 

Releasing May and sitting on the bed, Jack points at her and says, "Take your shirt off so that I can feel up both of your tits."

May stands in front of him and, one-at-a-time, unbuttons each button of her shirt. Meeting his gaze, she lets it drop to the floor and strikes a pose for him, half-naked in her panties. Then, grabbing her own left tit in her right hand, she pulls its nipple out and reaches down with her left hand to stroke her crotch. "The leak is here," she explains, rubbing between her legs. 

May walks to Jack and enfolds his face in her tits. He grabs and squeezes both tits; and, turning his head, he latches on to a nipple like a baby bullock on a teat. Butting her bags with his face, he sucks and stretches one nipple and then the other, sucking each succulent teat hard into his mouth and suckling noisily. 

Arms around Jack's neck, May groans loudly and whispers, "O, Jack, that is just how I like it. I can feel your sucking all the way down to my clit, and I am wetter than ever."

Pushing May back gently a step or two, he stands up, kicks off his boots, undoes his belt and unzips his fly. "Maybe I can find something to plug that leak. That is why you wanted me, wasn't it?"

Jack's great dong waves haughtily, once sprung from its restraints. It does not disprove the old wives' tale that holds that a man with big hands and feet also has a big pecker.

"I knew your cock would be big!" May's enthusiasm is that of a child opening a special Christmas present. "Let me help you out of your shirt; so I can feel the muscles of your arms and see how hairy your chest is. I love big, strong, burly men. Oooo, you are strong," May breathes, admiringly fondling his sack and tugging at his fully engorged cock.

"How do you want it?" he asks.

"How do I want it," May repeats thoughtfully. "Can I ride it? Can I be on top?"

Jack crawls to the center of the bed and lies on his back. His rigid cock, standing almost vertical, curves, like a scimitar, toward his navel.

May wriggles out of her panties and tosses them teasingly on Jack's face. Holding their soaked crotch to his nose, he deeply inhales her bouquet. "Mmmm... you smell good – not like some girls. You smell sweet."

May straddles Jack's groin. Lifting one leg, she spreads her labia with one hand and grasps her new cock with the other to guide his swollen glans into the mouth of her cunt. Slowly lowering the leg that had propped her up, she feels every inch of his massive cock as it furrows up her tight canal. His insertion complete, she scootches down hard, grinding her pubis into his groin so that his cock's head crams her cervix. 

May rocks back and forth, flexing his bone in her cunt; and, her labia parted wide, she is able to buff her clit on him. Grasping her hips with his broad palms and spatulate fingers, Jack regulates the rhythm of her humping. Her hands behind her head elevate her proud tits and their protruding nipples. Her entire torso ripples as she dances on his cock.

"Fuck me, woman, fuck me!" he commands.

"Yes, yes," May hisses in reply.

Moaning and sighing and groaning, they feel their sexual tension build. Their vocalizations become louder and louder. Riding him, at first, as if in a sitting trot, May now leans forward and with her hands on his chest begins posting on his shaft. His grip helps her lift and reseat. Her tits jounce and swing. May fucks him more and more urgently until they both explode in climax, grunting and bellowing. Jack's hips bucking hard up off of the bed, he fills her cunt with his hot load, fully expending himself. May's vaginal spasms squeeze out the last weakening shots of his semen. The waves of her multiple orgasms continue until one final contraction ejects his softening cock.

Exhausted, May rolls off, briefly to cuddle Jack, who is also spent. Their being drenched in his semen, her secretions, and their perspiration prompts her to roll out and get some ablution underway. In the bathroom she mops up first; then she returns with a warm face cloth and hand towel. Lying next to Jack, she gently cleans his dick now resting at ease on his thigh. 

"That feels nice," he says, rolling towards her. Their mouths meet and he kisses her gently. "Thank you, May. That was spectacular."

"I'm glad you enjoyed it. You made me so hot, I got off big time!" May replies with a smile and kisses him again, generous of her open mouth. 

"Well, if you keep playing with my cock with that facecloth, it's going to get stiff again; and I really must get back to work."

"Yes, and I'll start leaking again!" Laughing, they start collecting clothes.

"But before I go," Jack gets serious, "I must tell you that I have never in my forty-five years been fucked better. Do you think we could get together again, May, somehow? 

"I guess so, sure. I want you to know though, Jack, that up until this past weekend the only guy I had ever fucked was Deke. We love each other, but he has other commitments at some distance; and there's our age difference. At 25, I'm inclined to be very horny. Consequently, he thinks I should have other lovers when he's away. I'm not just a summer resident; I live a short distance from here; and I love the way you fuck me."

"Awesome. So you think we could get together again?" Jack says smiling at the possibility.

"I don't see why not," May says touching his cheek.

"All right, why don't we do this: when you're available, why don't you give me a call, and we'll arrange it?"

"What about your wife? What if I get her on the phone?"

"Here's my business card with my cell phone number. Use that. She need never know." 

Jack collects his clothes, dresses and heads out the door, leaving May with one final passionate kiss.

"Jack," May declares, "you really excite me." Then she whispers in his ear, "I'll see you later. Deke is leaving Sunday. I'll call you next week."

Cupping the luscious cheeks of May's bare ass, he draws her hard against him, "Sexy girl," he responds, "I'll be your on-call handyman." 
 She re-locks the door and sits a while, thinking. At length, she picks up her cell phone to give Deke the all clear.

"And, sweetie, wait until you hear," May reports excitedly. "He was everything you hoped he would be for me, and perhaps more."

* * *

When May hears Deke's key in the lock, she runs, still naked, and throws her arms around his neck and kisses him hard—still on the threshold of the open door.

"Whoa, girl! Let me in first," Deke chuckles, while relocking the door. "My dear, you're positively glowing! I trust you had a good time." 

"Yes, I did, " May affirms, taking Deke by both hands and leading him to the bed, where they cooperatively remove all his clothing. "Now that you are more comfortable, let me tell you all about it."

"Well, I take it he was nice." Deke begins.

"Oh, yes, he was very polite. His name is Jack – Jack Rawson. Of course, he thought he was here to fix a leaky toilet," May laughs.

"Jack," Deke repeats, "and how did you get started? Did you ask him if he liked our show?"

"Yes! How did you guess that I'd start with that question?"
"And did he play with your tits?"

"O yes, he was kinda rough with them; you know, the way I like. Then I showed him where the real leak was...between my legs!" May explains, shining with enthusiasm, before dropping to her knees to lovingly suck Deke's burgeoning cock. "Look at that, my dear, your cock is bigger than ever, so I know you're dying to hear how he fucked me." 

"O my God yes! Tell me all about his cock. You know, I hope it was very big."

"Okay. It was really something—perhaps a couple inches longer than yours, and really thick. The skin of it and his sack are darker than yours, and he has lots of dark black, curly pubic hair. He's circumcised with a glans like a giant purple mushroom; and, at full arousal, his cock seemed to curve upward toward his chest like a ski-jump. It was really very lovely, and I loved the way it filled my cunt." 

"Did he make you cum?"

" Yes! I got on top so he could watch my tits bounce and grind my pussy into him. I got off really easily."

"Did you suck him before you had intercourse?"

"No – but, if we get together again, I know I will."

"And, if he were to come in your mouth, would you swallow?"
"Sweetheart, have you ever known me not to swallow? But this time, since I only fucked him; I just gave him a good milking with my cunt."

"That's my girl," Deke smiles. "And do you think you'll get together with him in the future?"

"He asked me if I would like that, and I told him that I would," May says holding both Deke's hands and smiling, but looking a little doubtfully at him. 

"You know, darling, voyeur that I am, I'm all for it," Deke encourages, "especially if you email me every detail when we're apart. For me, that would be almost like being with you."

"Thanks, love. You are always so good to me. You know, Deke, the new guys that I'm fucking? None of them will ever be you. And now, darling," May coos, spreading her lovely big legs to her lover, "come add your share to Jack's passion."



May & Deke Ch. 06



Chapter 6 - Going Al Fresco

May and Deke check out of the motel, then sit and have farewell coffee and Danish with manager/handyman Jack and his wife Della in the small cafe there.

"We have truly enjoyed our stay, " Deke says, picking out a cheese Danish. Do you think we could reserve the same room next summer?"

"Call two weeks ahead; and, if it's taken, we'll put you up in our place." Della cheerfully offers. 

"In your place? Do you have a spare room?" May asks, surprised.

"No, but we have a really big bed!" Della laughs.

Finally, during friendly hugs and kisses all around, Jack gains May's ear to whisper, "Call soon, sweetheart." 

Waving to Della and Jack at the door, they pull away and head out onto the open highway for the coast.

"What did you think about Della's offer, darling? Isn't she a scream!" Deke asks. "Sounds like she's hot to trot." 

"I thought it was quite interesting. You know, she's really a fun person. I hope my sneaking around with Jack in the meantime doesn't screw things up," May says, dropping the visor mirror to check her lipstick.

"Hmm. I really am delighted that you have begun a relationship with Jack. I think you should keep that going."

"I think so, too. I liked the way he fucked me."

"Perhaps you can convince him to add Della to the mix?" 

"Perhaps. Now, Deke, can't you just imagine the four of us in the same bed!" They laugh. "Seriously though, I really do want you to watch me with Jack. You'd be a good sport and roger Della for me, wouldn't you? She does have nice big tits. What about that?" 

"I thought you'd never ask," Deke rejoins with a broad smile.

May adjusts her seat belt and settles into her usual summer travel mode with Deke. Her hand slips up the leg of his shorts to find his chub, which she gently fondles as they drive along. "You like it that Jack has such a nice big cock to fuck me with, don't you? And you wouldn't mind if I wrote to tell you that I found Della 'finger lickin' good' either, would you?" May adds with a squeeze, assured that she has Deke where she wants him. 

"Can't say that it would hurt my feelings." Deke chuckles wryly at her off-color comment. "Darling, I couldn't be more pleased that your new sex partners are so well endowed, or that you might check out sex with a woman. In fact, I think it's great." Deke pauses to change lanes and then continues, "You liked Jack's rough play with your tits, did you not?"

" Definitely! You know I love taking orders in bed. His aggressiveness is my cup of tea," May says giving Deke's cock a tug.

"In that case, you'll thrive in young Major Conley's boot camp. That was quite a story of his heroic doings in the Special Forces that Bear told us at breakfast. I guess he'd been a Marine Drill Instructor before that."

"Yes, that's what Bear said. And that thick prematurely gray hair of his is beautiful. 'The Silver Fox' - what a sexy nickname! These friends of yours are making our time together this summer really special, Deke. Fucking Bear for you was so hot, and now to think of you watching me with his even more substantially endowed son... I hope I'll make you proud of me, dear."

"Hey, sweet, I have always been proud of you. You'll be as great as you were in seducing the young Conley couple Saturday afternoon. The grace with which you spread your legs for them to see your cunt while rafting in the pool drove me crazy as well. And isn't Jim's cock fantastic! He's really well hung. I think it's bigger than Bear's. I hope you'll get to suck it during our visit."

"I fully intend to, darling; but what about you sucking him? There could be an opportunity when the four of us are together."

"Jeeze, I don't know, dear. It could work out that we'd touch in pleasuring our women, but I don't know if Jim is amenable to that. It will depend on how it plays out. With encouragement from you ladies, I suppose something more might happen," Deke says thoughtfully. "I imagine that you and Barbara will touch."

"We might. I've daydreamt of performing cunnilingus on one of my attractive students, but I've never actually had sex with a woman. It might be the perfect opportunity to experiment with Barbara before I consider Della; but I guess, as with you and Jim, it will depend on how it plays out."

It is once again a gorgeous summer day on the coast of Maine; and by the time May and Deke reach the dock parking lot, she is wet and he is hard.

"May darling, we are about 20 minutes early, and I don't see Jim in sight yet. What's say we have a quickie right here?"

"Nope." May shoots back with a shit-eating grin.

"What do you mean 'nope'?" Deke repeats, smiling, but truly surprised, as May never refuses him anything.

"I think we should stay horny until we are with Jim and Barbara."

"You do, huh?"

"I do." May says, hopping out of the passenger side door before he can convince her otherwise. "Pop the trunk, won't you, sweets? We may as well get our stuff organized on the dock."

Vere Isle is one of the thousands of Maine islands even official navigational charts have left unnamed. Situated about half way up Casco Bay, the island is about 2 acres of flats and rocky shoals at low tide and about a half-acre of dirt rocks and dry ground at high tide. Scrub pine, blueberry and bayberry bushes thrive around the white Maine cottage with its boathouse, decks and docks, set in stark contrast with the natural shoreline.

The only access to the island is by boat, and Jim and Barbara arrive in their classic lap-strake sea skiff to pick up Deke and May just shortly after 11 AM at the public dock.

Jim is a handsome man of forty. He is disarmingly charming, and gives no hint of his history as DI at Parris Island, except perhaps for the boonie hat he wears atop the thick mane of gray hair. Currently, he is a VP for a major corporation. He and Barbara, a nurse, own this island get-a-way as well as their seaside home in Harpswell.

Jim's hobby is restoring and maintaining classic wooden boats. The sea skiff and the lovely 28-ft. Herreshoff ketch, moored just off the island, are two exquisite examples of his dedication to that pastime.

It is a bright sunny day and a light southeasterly breeze blows from the ocean up the bay. Jim expertly picks his course through the minefield of lobster pots to arrive at the island without fouling his prop. 

As they tie up and unload their gear, Barbara peeks into Deke's two goodie-boxes to exclaim, "Wow, it sure was nice of you to bring so much food with you. Look, Jim: cheese, crackers and chips, all this fruit. That would have been enough, but my goodness, besides the beer and wine, look at this - a jug of Wild Turkey! How did you guys know it's Jim's favorite?"

"It was an educated guess," Deke acknowledges, "I used to hang with a Marine fly-boy, and he drank nothing else. He was some kind of a guy, though, and it's so good meet up with another Marine who drinks to 'Semper Fidelis' in style."

"Wow, you do me honor, Deke, with such a thoughtful gift," Jim tells them.

"Well, we didn't want to come empty handed." Then Deke adds with a smile and a wink in May's direction, "And I, uh, had an extra long period to shop yesterday."

"Well, we can't thank you enough. So," Jim continues, "here's how the day is shaping up. First, Barbara's got sandwiches for a noontime bite. Then, after lunch, it'll be low tide, and the plan is for us to get down and dirty digging some clams to go with the lobsters I picked up from my man whose pots we dodged on the way over here for a big feed tonight. Sound good?"

Deke and May agree it sounds like fun, and the four collect the largesse and luggage and carry it up the path to the house.

"Of course, you know the dress code for our al fresco lobster feed tonight, don't you?" Barbara asks with a twinkle in her eye as she leads the way up the path.

Deke and May think about al fresco for a few moments and jointly, to their amusement, assume a nude event. Deke, not to miss an opening like that, spouts facetiously in haughty affectation, "But, of course, m' dear. Men with tails and women ready for the ball."

"Absolutely!" hoots Jim, and they all laugh.

"And I understand," May mocks, continuing the farce, " that a cool breeze engenders testicular health, and 'twould bid to keep a lady grateful she's on Vere Isle. That's a neat name for your retreat, but we hope you live up to it, Jim."

"The play on virility, which you two English Profs couldn't help noticing, struck us as funny too," Barbara observes. "But it was actually Jim's strong interest in naval history and the effect of Peter Ustinoff's role in the old film Billy Budd that did it. Soft spoken but tough and deeply patriotic, Captain Vere was his type of commanding officer. So Vere Isle it'll always be while we're here. "

* * *

After the light lunch that Barbara had prepared, the challenge to dress the guests for the sport of the day is answered by a rummage of old clothes and sneakers. To any spies from land or sea they would have appeared as a procession of rag-clad poor. Shouldering short handled rakes and swinging wire baskets, they gingerly pick their way over barnacled rocks and then slog through the flats to the low tide's edge.

As Deke and May, despite childhood summers at the seashore, had never dug soft-shell clams, Jim imparts a painstaking elementary lecture on locating their lairs near embedded rocks and about being alert to the tell-tale holes, which emit salt water geysers at one's step. Once at a promising area, clammers should face shoreward and set the tines of their rakes deep to drag and hoist the dark mud of the clam bed. Patience and care not to break the shells have their rewards, as does readiness to pick the retreating beauties, bare-handed, even as diggers suffer the soaking rear action of the incoming tide.

A half-hour's trial and error yield to satisfactory technique and mucky success; and Jim, in his hip-boots, takes the total of one hod to deeper water for washing. Jim explains that there could be muck or grit in the shells, even if not broken, and that a couple hours soak in salted water with a handful of corn meal is an aid to the flushing process.

Proud of our catch in its clean, gleaming freshness, we, nonetheless, survey the sorry-looking mess we have made of ourselves and have to laugh.

"You know, this was fun," a mud streaked Deke declares with verve.

"Hey, forgot to tell you two," Jim rejoins, " the best part of our afternoon is getting cleaned up for dinner. Our shower is really al fresco, and there's space for all four of us, if you'd care to join Barbara and me."

"Sweet!" May pipes. Mud splattered like the rest, she jests bowing low, "Gracious Host and Hostess, we should be honored to shower with you 'high mucky-mucks'. And I can hardly wait to get out of these soggy sneakers!" And she leads the others back to the house.

Although there is indoor plumbing on the island, the shower, a fairly large three-sided corral with four shower heads and a gate, is outdoors on a side of the cottage that is sheltered from public view. A 100-gallon tank on the roof is rainwater-filled and solar-heated, providing ample water for showering.

No one hesitates to strip, as everyone is glad to shuck dirty duds and wet sneakers. There is a wrist rope by every showerhead, and everyone starts to lather up hands. 

"Ladies before gentleman, right Jim?" Deke asks, looking to his host.

"Definitely!" Jim agrees. "You take Barbara and I'll take May, if that's okay."

Barbara and May agree to maintain similar ploys in sequence to give the guys equal treatment. "Okay, mind your manners: tits first!" Barbara directs. Then, legs apart, shoulder width, the girls cross their arms behind their heads so that their tits stick out proudly. Deke soaps Barbara's D-cup beauties with special care, using both hands. As he soaps her up, he massages each breast and teases her nipples to hardness by running the soap over the tips. Rinsing the soap off, he then gives little sucking kisses to each nipple that make Barbara's juices start to flow. 

Jim has May turn around and reaches around her to rub her C-cup tits. He alternates breasts, soap in one hand, groping with the other. He pulls on the nipple to lift each breast so he can soap under it. May loves her tits to be manhandled, and the feel of Jim's stiffening cock pressed against her ass really excites her. 

Then the girls have at it. They have the men 'assume the position', hands up against the shower walls, asses out and legs spread. Both women start at the shoulders and work their way down. Soap bars slide up and down the crack of their partners' asses with particular teasing attention paid to each pucker. Soapy fingers rim the hole and then, one or two sneak inside, prompting groans and stiffer dicks. 

Like quarterbacks waiting for the snap, Barbara and May work with both hands to lather up bags and balls. The warm water pours over the men, and they spread their legs wider. The slick of the soap intensifies the sensation as the women grope. A ball in each hand, they carefully squeeze and finger each nad.

One soapy hand cupping Jim's scrotum, May then grasps his tiller with the other and slides her hand up and down, jacking his slick stick. "Mmmm. Great heavy weather helm you have here, Captain Conley," May teases as she twists and tugs his cock, which, she notices, is slightly longer and thicker than that of his father.

"The board of education is quite rigid over here," Barbara quips, laughing.

"Oh, yeah," Deke moans appreciatively.

Jim reaches over and shuts off the tap for his showerhead, signaling to the rest that it is time to towel off. Soft plush towels warmed by the sun await the foursome on the line just outside the shower. The women buff the men dry, and then it's their turn. 

Jim hands May her towel and gently, but firmly, tells her, "I'd like to watch you towel off, May. Would that be all right?" 

Without a word, May nods her assent. Jim stands about five feet away, stroking his cock. May employs the towel to alternately veil and reveal herself in a kind of exotic dance, while gazing directly into his eyes at each turn. After carefully drying each round cheek of her ass and each shapely leg, she bobbles her breasts and rubs her tummy. As Jim's cock wags with increased growth, May becomes increasingly wet in her exhibition. Finally, holding the towel at each end, she rides it back and forth to dry between her legs. "I don't think this part of me is going to get dry, Jim. I think I am going to stay very wet unless you can help me," May breathes huskily.

Jim approaches and enfolds May's undulating body in a gentle but manly embrace and whispers in her ear, "You are so very sexy, May, and we are both aroused and ready."

"I agree," May whispers in return.

"Barbara? Deke? May I interrupt? Now that we are clean and, I might add, hornier than ever, it's time Barbara and I shared our hope that you'll want to remain nude throughout the evening and get to know us better. We were hoping you two would be willing to swap mates all night in separate rooms."

"We had the very same thing in mind, didn't we, sweetie?" May bubbles. 

"Ya man, we think that's a terrific plan for our first night!" Deke adds.

"Great! But, before that can happen," Jim declares, " we need to make dinner."

"I know you will be in charge of the clams," May reasons thoughtfully, "and Barbara will need my help in the galley. And, of course, I want to stay nude for both of you. It's such a lovely tease, and then we could touch each other from time to time. Is that okay?"

" Hell, yes, that's standard operating procedure here on Vere Isle. And, hey, let's have a drink. Could you use a Wild Turkey on the rocks?"

"I'd rather leave that for you guys. What I'd really like is a scotch and soda, if you have it."

"I'm sure we have it in ship's stores," Jim brags. They kiss lingeringly and head for the kitchen, holding hands.

To be dried, Barbara has stood, arms out and legs spread like a snow angel, for Deke to rub the thirsty towel over her lush body, pausing to express his appreciation with enveloping kisses -- her nipples, belly button, ass, neck and mouth. "Mmmm, you smell so good, Barbara Allen, I want to eat you," Deke hums in her ear.

"Must be the Oil of Olay soap," Barb muses, "and I hope I can hold you to those words later on this evening. You are such a sexy guy. It will be nice to fuck all night long! I'm glad you're for it, Deke. Right now, though, there's work to do in the galley. I found a lovely ripe avocado in the market yesterday to add to a spinach salad. Could I prevail upon you to get that together for us?" 

"At your cervix, Madame," Deke winks, with a servile bow. "I shall devote myself to it." 



May & Deke Ch. 07



May & Deke Chapter 7 Vere Isle: Command Performance

Jim, Barbara, May and Deke, fresh from their group water play in the outdoor shower, forsake any idea of clothing and head inside to prepare dinner in the smallish galley, where the four cooks can't help making this a contact sport. With Wild Turkey for the guys, Scotch and soda for May, Barb becomes a lone striker for sobriety and has a glass of white wine.

Waiting for the several pots to boil, Deke and Barbara pick some mood music and toss the salad greens, while Jim and May husk the corn and set the picnic table on the deck. The work is done, intermixed with full measures of fun and frolic—be they slaps, tickles, feels, or diddles. 

"What a great time we are having!" May extols, to which all raise their glasses in a resounding "Hear, Hear!"

"And here's to our Captain and his First Mate," Deke offers, " Long may they swing and sway!" 

Jim acknowledges the toast from their new friends and proposes another round of drinks to go with the steamed clams and spinach salad. Barb brings on the melted butter and declares she is ready for a Scotch.

After their 15-minute boil the lobsters are succulent, and corn on the cob vies with ripple chips for space on the groaning board. 

All hands agree that their leavings will compose a delicious Wednesday luncheon, and the revelers don their scullery toques for clean-up duties. After the last pot is walloped, they drift back into leisure and repose, taking in hand cups of Kahlua and coffee with whipped cream and the erectile tips of their playmates of the evening.

Deke chooses to decorate Barbara's opulent rack with two stiff peaks of whipped cream, then responds entertainingly to her demand that he finish all of his dessert. 

"And, by the way," Barb inquires of the lip-smacking professor, "why have you been calling me 'Barbara Allen' all afternoon?" 

"O, that's out of the Scottish folk ballad of the 17th Century:

In Scarlet town, where I was born,
There was a fair maid dwellin',
Made every youth cry Well-a-day!
Her name was Barbara Allen."

"Good grief, Deke, can't you bring us forward a century or three?" says Jim, popping his head up over May's bare shoulder.

"Hmmm... Well, here's something Irish from my arrested boyhood: [in dubious brogue]

Won't you hold it in your hand, Mrs. Conley?

It doesn't weigh a quarter of a pound;

It has feathers 'round its neck—like a turkey—

And it spits when you rub it up and down."

"You are such a nut!" Barb pronounces, grasping the barrel of Deke's dick, "You've got some steam to let off!" And she drags him willingly down the hall to the guest bedroom. 

Alone with May in the evening twilight, Jim finds the strains of soft instrumentals on the stereo to be compellingly romantic; and after a lengthy kiss he confesses, "Dad told me you like to dance and that I should ask you. Would you like to?"

"Well, isn't he the cagey one to suggest that to you?" May parries.

"Why do you say that, May?"

"Well, you remember we all were nude for the Saturday evening meal; but it was after you and Barb left that Deke and I started dancing. Knowing that your dad was watching, I discovered that I enjoyed showing off for him; and before long, he and I danced together. With his wonderful big cock pressed against me, I got so turned on that I insisted both men take me to bed!"

"And that was okay with Deke?"

"Deke is very generous that way because he knows we can't be together for long periods of time. You know, he's very anxious for you to fuck me. It turns him on.

"But, the reason I say Bear is cagey, is because he suggested that you and I dance together. To me, that means he wants you to fuck me, which is quite a relief to me. I didn't want to cause hard feelings between father and son. So what say, sexy – let's dance. I've got something hot to tell you. 

"You know, you are the catalyst in this mix: you're the one that suggested that we skinny dip that afternoon. What were you thinking, Jim?"

" I was thinking, May," he repeats seductively gripping her closer, "that you were terribly hot. In that sexy sundress your luscious muscular bare legs drove me wild. I had to see more. I had to take a chance," Jim adds, sweeping his left hand lovingly between her lush thighs to cup her very wet cunt. "And later on, when you spread for Barb and me, we knew we wanted you join us on the island. Deke's message that you were on the way has had me turning handsprings!" 

"It did, did it? Well then, I think I should do some spread eagles for you. How about dancing me to bed?"

In the master bedroom Jim points the remote at the stereo; and, as soft new age rhythms thrum in the background, they continue to dance. Both of Jim's hands grasp May's ass, and her arms clasp his neck. They kiss tenderly, at first, and then more urgently. Jim's thick prong throbs as it grinds gently between them. 

Closing her eyes in Jim's manly embrace, May's whole body begins to undulate to the primal rhythms. The friction of skin on skin increases their excitement. May, hands reaching alternately over her head, leans back in a semi-backbend from the waist to present her tantalizing tits for his inspection. Moving one hand from her ass to her upper back, he swoops to suck one of her hardened dime-size nipples at the center of its large pink areola. He uses his teeth and tongue to nibble the teat, causing May to worry that he will bite too hard; but he never does. He just drives her crazy with his edgy stimulation of first one, then the other.

Jim brings May to an upright position; and, holding one of her hands high as in a minuet, he gently leads her in a circle around him. Their eyes engage. On parade, she flushes, swings her ass and swivels her hips in graceful cadence with the music—her body language signaling her intention to thoroughly fuck her patron. He is well pleased, and returning her to face him, he quietly commands, "Kneel."

May obeys, looks up, opens her mouth and, taking the initiative, she grabs the cheeks of his ass. Pulling his groin to her face, she assumes her pleasant duty, taking his cock down to the balls. Jim groans.

May works his cock with her mouth. Lips firm, she squeezes and twists up and down his fat shaft. He feels, in exquisite detail, the trail of her lips and tongue as they trace the contours of his barrel. She fondles his balls and feathers and licks the head and rim. Fast and slow, deep and shallow, sucking and sliding, she mouths his beautiful big one and tastes his salty sweetness. Putting his hands on her head, he takes back control and begins to fuck her mouth. He knows his cock is unusually large; and with utmost restraint, he thrusts gently so that she can deep throat him — the sensation he loves most.

"My dear girl, your oral massage of my big cock is especially accomplished. I commend you. But now the time has come for you to deliver on what you first promised last Saturday, and then again before we danced down the hall. Get on the bed, and spread for me."

Again May complies. His firm commanding tone is so erotic, so decidedly male. She loves it, and her body responds in a flood of wetness. She lies down the middle of the bed and spreads her legs wide.

At the foot of the bed the Major stands with his hands on his hips, his cock vertical. " Hold your labia open, and show yourself to me. Good. Now use you finger, and show me exactly where your clit is. Rub it. I want to hear you moan. Cum for me!" 

May closes her eyes. Immersing herself in the beat of East Indian Tabla drums, she begins to masturbate. The Major watches her body pulse and ripple. She has become his private bayadere; her cries rise, entwined with the strains of the sitar, as she drives herself towards orgasm.

Climbing over the foot of the bed, he commands, "Stop." 

Positioned between her legs, Jim runs the head of his dick up and down her slick slit. Pausing briefly, he gives special attention to her swollen bud by rubbing his velvet glans on it. 

May softly utters, "I've been waiting for this." 

"I know," he smiles.

Poising the head of his cock at her vagina, he pins her wrists to the bed and drives it home. 

May gasps and rises off of the bed. Never having had children, her canal is tight; and his cock, not only eight inches long, is thick as well. Jim pounds her cunt mercilessly. May emotes loudly with every gloriously deep plunge. 

Ever in control, Jim strains to hold off his own orgasm for a few more thrusts before they join in a guttural duet, which builds until May arches in climax. Sparked by May's spasms, Jim emits a war cry and explodes. Spurt after spurt shoot from his cock. Her cunt overflows as his semen and her secretions run down over her asshole onto the bed, and Jim collapses on top of her in a pool of sweat and body fluids. 

In the afterglow, May deeply inhales the smell of their sex. She finds comfort in bearing his weight and sharing his body heat as she rapidly cools. At length, he covers her, kisses her; and rolls off. 

"May, that was magnificent. I have never unloaded like that, ever. Christ, we're awash here!" he says laughing.

"You were masterful, Jim. I like that in a man. I was so ready for you, and I came hard. I'm not usually so loud, but I couldn't help myself."

"I'm not sure I should ask this now, May, but I want to know. You seem to be a very strong woman, and so very responsive sexually; however, I have the worry that my deep fucking was uncomfortable for you; you felt extremely tight around me. Was my cock too big for you, dear?"

" Your cock is beautifully big, Jim; but don't be concerned: your aggressive entry was perfect for me. My first partner after Deke was your dad, who is some bigger than Deke, and I loved it. I guess Mother Nature makes me very wet when I like a guy. But, no, I especially enjoy big ones. I like the way they fill me up."

"I'm relieved. Your honesty is a breath of fresh air. And, I must say, the suggestiveness of your sexy exhibition would be much appreciated by a somewhat larger audience of friends—which leads me to a second question. What would you think about partying with Barb, me, and two of my buddies? We occasionally play games of domination and submission—nothing of a painful sort. And you seem to have the right amount of submissiveness to enjoy them."

"You'd like to share me with Barb and your friends? Who would your guy friends be? Former marine buddies of yours?" 

" Yes, they are. One is our stockbroker; the other is the strength coach at Colby. He's black and somewhat, let's say, more 'gifted' than I am physically, which I now believe you'd enjoy very much. And they'd be gentle, at first, as I was this evening, and we could see where it goes? We might apply clamps to your lovely long nipples, perhaps restrain your legs spread with soft cords, and tease your vaginal lips and clit with a feather. We know your trust is important. Nothing would happen without your consent."

"Well, you are right: I do love your discipline, and I am definitely attracted to well-hung men; but this invitation is so sudden. You know what – and I can't believe I'm saying this – but I think I would like to try it. I think I would like to serve you and your friends," May says, flattered that Jim wants to include her in their swing parties—and surprised that she finds his proposal so overwhelmingly provocative.

" The answer is definitely yes." May firmly concludes.

"I was hoping you'd agree, May. I know we agreed to exchange partners tonight, but I think you should go back to Deke. You should tell your master what you've agreed to."

"He's not my master." May says looking puzzled. 

"Yes he is," Jim contradicts. "It's obvious. You love him and you would do anything to please him. Barb won't mind for tonight. We can swap back right now."

Jim and May knock on the door and open it to find Deke and Barb loosely entwined and resting after their coitus. Jim begins, " Sorry to disturb you two, but May said, yes, Barb; and we want to swap back for the night. Okay? They need to talk."

"Oh, okay," Barb says swinging out of bed.

May and Barb change places. "You were marvelous, Deke. One of the best ever," Barb says departing. "Good-night, you two."

"Good-night," May and Deke respond in unison; and Jim and Barbara leave, closing the door behind them.

"Before you tell me what the hell is going on, May, I have to tell you that I could hear you through the door when you came screaming in ecstasy. It made me crazy to hear you get off like that. You must have been so incredible, so beautiful. I wanted to burst through the door and join you. Was he as good as you sounded?"

"O my God, yes! His cock became mammoth with my blow job. And he made me masturbate for him--the way you like, dear. And how was Barb? Did you eat her?"

"Indeed I did. She is an extremely sexy girl. Her lips and clit are very palpable as she becomes aroused . Truly it becomes like a little dink. And so tasty! You'll love doing her. 

"But what the hell is this switch of partners in the middle of the night? Of course, I don't mind at all. It's extra-nice to have you to cuddle. But what's up with the change in plans?"

"O beloved, wait until I tell you this! Jim just made me the most interesting offer, and I think you will be wild about it for me!"

"You do, do you?"

"O yes, my darling. Of course, you know, Deke, of all the new guys that I am fucking, that none of them will ever, ever be you – right? But listen to this..."

Author's Note: Our May-December characters had adventurous and sensuous days that summer, now rather long ago. My Aunt May's early days were those of an emancipated professional woman of the 60's, and during the course of our conversations, I have contemplated many realities of life. As I think May would say it, "Love does not always take the form you expect; so be ready; and never pass it up when or where you find it." And, you know what? I haven't.