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Summer Sex

By: CherryCheesecake



Rosie pulled up the driveway and parked her car. She climbed out and grabbed her bag. It had been a long busy day at work. She was so tense all day, so she couldn't wait to get home and relax.

This summer, she decided she wanted to make money so she took a job at one of her favorite clothing stores, instead of relaxing like she did every summer since grade 12. She wanted money because after 2 years of university skimping, she knew her parents would only pay for so much. She liked it, but she was kept busy from morning to afternoon and she couldn't wait to relax.

Climbing the stairs to her room she began to unzip my jeans and she pulled off her shirt. She was about to put on some lounge pants until she stopped. She was alone. Her brother Jason wouldn't be home for at least another and who knows when her mother would be home.

Just to be sure she called out "Hello? Anyone home?" she was greeted with silence. Yes. She silently cheered.

She walked over to her bed and opened a drawer. In there lay many things, Rosie pulled out a purple vibrator and a flesh colored 9 inch dildo. She hadn't pleasured herself in a while and she thought this was the perfect way to relax. She turned on her computer and searched up a porno. She found one about a housewife sleeping with the mailman. She turned it on and lay back on her bed.

She pulled off her bra and her boobs fell out, perky, like two halves of a melon, round with small nipples that pointed straight out. She slipped her underwear off and switched on the vibrator. She felt herself getting wet as she knew what was about to come.

She took one hand and began to slowly rub the outside of her pussy lips, skimming her clit, but not touching it. She stroked her thighs and rub soft fingers around the outside of her cunt, teasing, feeling the juices from her pussy dipping out onto her hands. She turns the vibrator to it's to the lowest setting. A moan escapes her mouth, and she can't wait any longer. She opens her legs far as she can and presses the vibrator directly to her clit, she was so wet with pussy juice that she doesn't bother to lube it up. Instead, she simply begins to push the wide tip of her dildo into her tight hole, thinking as she do about the hard shaft about to split her in two. Her cunt is stretched almost to the limit, trying to take in the huge cock. She slides it and out a couple times, then turned the vibrator up to full. She can feel an orgasm crashing towards her as she picks up the pace and shoves the dildo into her slit, pumping it in and out of her pussy as the vibrator stimulates her clit. She is so turned on that it only takes a couple more seconds before she cums explosively, moaning, lifting her hips to push her dildo further in. She pulls it out, just a couple inches, then shove it back in again, pounding it home like a hard cock. She fucks herself with it, and she cries out, she is so turned on she can't think about anything but thrusting that thick dildo into her pussy. 

Rosie finishes up on a high; she lies on the bed calming herself from all the excitement. This was just what she needed to prepare her for her night with Nolan. She got dressed and walked down the stairs. She poured herself a mug of tea before putting in a movie and settling herself down to watch.

When Jason got home he saw Rosie with her legs tucked gently under her watching a serious part of one of her favorite movies. Unable to resist, he snuck up behind her before smacking his hands on her shoulders and yelling Boo! Rosie screamed and jumped 10 feet out of her seat, she hit her brother hard before chasing her around the house. They were the best of friends.

Later that night Rosie decided to go out with her boyfriend, Nolan, a quiet yet loveable guy. Even Jason approved him for his younger sister Rosie. When Rosie slipped on her shoes and shouted a goodbye, she grabbed Nolan's hand and headed out.

Jason breathed a sigh of relief, he was finally alone. He was carrying a heavy load.

He finally had enough privacy to give in to what his cock begged for all day -the contact of bare skin on skin. He pulled off his pants and then his boxers; he pulled out his member to free it entirely. He sighed out loud at the welcome sensation of his hand closing over his overly sensitive shaft. Using the pre-cum as lube he began to rub his dick, the tip all the way down to the sack. He was so completely lost in the feelings generated by that wonderful friction on his most sensitive part. He began to fantasize being with a perfect woman, her lips licking his cock, and then feeling the soft velvety folds of her pussy. Hardly aware of his actions, he rocked his hips back and forth, fucking his fist as he squeezed his balls. His toes curled, and his muscles began to stiffen all through his legs. Everything became very hot and very tense, and as his hand squeezed and stroked, he finally felt the dam burst. He held the base of his cock hard as the first jets of cum shot forth, landing high on his stomach in thick warm spatters. After his orgasm subside, he sat up to clean himself off, and go get something to eat. Jacking off always tired him out.

Meanwhile, Rosie sat in a car as Nolan was driving her back, the very both feeling very hot and bothered, and decided to end the evening early to head back to Nolan's house, his parents for out for the weekend. Rosie reached over and began to rub his package through his jeans. Nolan looks over at Rosie and she smiled. She continued to rub Nolan's penis through his pants and she lifted up her skirt and part her panties. She rubbed her pussy, and her and Nolan's breathing got hard. Their eyes met with wordless exchange. He pulled into a deserted car park. And immediately they were all over each other. Rosie removes her underwear. Nolan leans his face down to her pussy and takes one long lick from the bottom of her slit up along her pussy lips and over the top of her clit. The taste, mixed with her aroma, is intoxicating and he feels like he is getting drunk on her pussy juice.

Nolan licks her juice from all around her pussy without touching her pussy lips. He licks along the outside of her lips, gently sucking one, and then the other of her pussy lips, into her mouth. She keeps moving around, trying to position his tongue directly on her pussy.

He moves his tongue up so he is licking the top of her slit, just below her clit and slip two fingers inside her pussy. He pumps my fingers in and out of her pussy as he gently licks her clit. Rosie squirms and with one last lick she is sent over the edge. Letting out a loud moan, she grabs the back of his head, holding it hard against her pussy. Her shoulders are up off the car seat and she's bucking her hips up and down, shaking, throbbing and gushing pussy juice, as she cums. When her orgasm finally subsides, her head falls back on the bed and her chest is heaving up and down. She climbs up and reaches over to Nolan's pants and unzips his jeans. She then tugs off his boxers gently and then engulfs his cock with her mouth. She was very turned on by this experience, sex in public that she began to hungrily deep throat his hard cock like there was no tomorrow. She then brought her knees up on the back seat while she was giving him a blowjob so that she was on all fours she began to finger herself while sucking. Nolan maneuvered so that his fingers played with her clit & spread her pussy as she sucked. Nolan was in seventh heaven as Rosie gave him the best blowjob he has had in a while. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of her lips on his hard swollen member. Nolan was desperately close to cumming so he decided to stop because he really wanted to fuck Rosie. His throbbing cock was on the verge of exploding, so he grabbed Rosie and pulled her soaking wet cunt onto his hard thick cock. Nolan climbed on top of her on the back seat of the car and he rammed his cock into her soaking wet, hot cunt. He fucked like animals for a long time. By now they were lost in the pleasure of it all.

He slowly pulls the entire length of her cock out of her snug, little pussy until just the head is inside. Then, just as slowly he pushes it all the way back in. She is steaming hot and so tight that it feels like a warm rubber band grabbing his cock. He repeats the slow sliding in and out until she is arching her back and raising her hips up to meet his strokes. He starts pumping faster.

Rosie sighs and moans softly as Nolan grunts with each thrust. Rosie is now rising up her ass and matching him stroke for stroke. Her hands are gripping his back, pulling him tightly against her. His face is buried in her neck and his arms are under her shoulders. With his hands holding her body from sliding up the seat, he slams his cock harder into her pussy. His balls are slapping her ass and she's grinding her clit against his as he plunges deeper and deeper into her hot, hole.

She wraps her arms around him and holds me tightly to her. By now they were at a point of no return when their orgasms were steadily building. He pounds into her as hard as he can. His balls are slapping against her ass and he can actually hear his cock moving in and out of her slushy, wet pussy. When her fiery pussy walls clamp down on his rigid cock, cum is squeezed out in spastic bursts from his hard, throbbing cock. She bucks and shivers as our orgasms meet each other in a climatic push and she wraps her legs around him, holding him deep inside her.

They are panting and spent. Nolan turns and places a kiss her gently on her lips. They rest on the seat catching their breath, their limbs tangled in one another.

"I love you Rosie," Nolan whispers.

"Love you too, Nolan."

Nolan arrived at her house late; they share a secret smile and a long kiss before Rosie runs up to her room, to relieve the events.

The next day Jason and Rosie exchange brief conversation. Jason is going to an amusement park today with his friend Kevin. They went on a ton of rides and but throughout the day he saw this girl, she had on a short ripped skirt and a low cut tank top. She was gorgeous and if h didn't know better, he's say she was following him. She had that real come hither look to her.

The morning was long and Kevin bailed by the afternoon. Jason decided to stay and go on a few more rides but it was getting boring. He ate some funnel cake and walked around. He decided he would go on one more ride.

He was going to go on the boat ride, as his last ride, the tunnel was dark and quiet, with pictures of past actors and celebrities, it was quiet because the boat were sent it far apart and it was long, so he felt like his long wait in line wasn't totally wasted.

And though he'd never admit to it, he could have sworn he saw his mystery girl step into the line, and he had to check.

As he waited in line, he listened to the chatter of those around him. Some girls talking about clothes or boys, he wished Kevin didn't leave so early, amusement rides are boring alone. Scanning the crowd he made eye contact with this girl again. He looked away because his wait was up.

He stepped onto the boat ride tunnel, leaving the seat next to him empty. He turned to fasten his seatbelt and when he looked back, the girl was sitting right next him. 

"Okay what gives," he asked loudly, "who are you?"

"Does it matter, you know I've been watching you and I think you have been watching me to."

Jason stared at her, who was she and why was she so forward? The boat moved forward and so the ride began. The girl leaned over to his side of the boat and began to rub the growing tent in his pants.

"Amazing weather we're having today isn't it?" she said, trying to make small talk, and ignore that fact that she was giving him a hard on. He looked around in the dark tunnel, was she retarded?

"Yeah, it is." He responded and "you're making it better." Jason just gave up his conscience and decided whatever she wanted to do, he would go for it, as long as he wasn't being punk'd. "What's going on here?" Jason asked confused, but aroused.

"I'm going to make you feel good; do you think I could feel it?" She asked, placing her hand gently on his knee.

As any guy would have, he let her place her hand above the head of his cock, on the outside of my suit. Her hand felt so good. She began rubbing ever so lightly, squeezing the head of his dick and caressing her way down to his balls. Her free hand had moved from the seat belt and began rubbing her hard nipple. He took the hint and placed my hand on her crotch and began rubbing her pussy from outside her thong. 

His cock had now grown to its full 8 inches and she was handling it all like a pro. He continued to rub her pussy and he noticed that she had soaked right through her thong. As the boat made its first turn, he pulled the thin fabric of her thong to the side and began caressing her pussy.

As he was doing so he felt the shaft of his fuck stick being pulled right out. 

He noticed her body beginning to writhe in pleasure on the seat as her pussy muscles squeezed my fingers tighter and tighter. 

By this time Jason, could feel that he was close as her pussy clenched on my fingers, and her fingers closed hard around his cock as her pace quickened slightly. 

Jason felt himself begin to explode in my shorts, with the help of her hand. With one quick motion she moved her head down to swallow the cum as it exploded from his cock.

The boat slowly rolled into the station as they quickly covered themselves. Wordlessly, the girl grabbed his hand and guided him into a family bathroom apart from people and locked the door. Wasting no time she pulled her boobs out of her tank top and pulled down his shorts again. His cock sprang forward, and was soon entangled in her fingers. She tugged on his love stick for a few minutes before he tugged down her thong and pushed up her skirt. Both naked, he grabbed her hips and flipped her upside down, planting her pussy on his face and his cock bouncing off her lips. She opened her mouth and took my entire cock in her mouth. He stuck his tongue deep into her wet slit, pressing his lips against her clit and humming. He could hear her moan every time she took a breath. Her mouth felt even better than her hand did earlier. 

Suddenly, she let his cock fall from her lips and he flipped her back over and carried her to the sink. He propped her ass on the sink and positioned his purple-headed cock at the entrance to her womanhood. Instead of going straight for the prize, he rubbed the head of his dick against her clit. She responded with a loud moan. He did this several more times before he decided he couldn't wait any longer. He guided her onto his fuck stick. Oh my god was her pussy tight. He knew that between that blowjob and this incredibly tight pussy, he wasn't going to last long. To his surprise, she kept bouncing on his lap for the next ten minutes, then he picked her up and pinned her against the wall. He fucked her for another good 10 minutes before he sat her on the toilet seat. He spread her legs and thrust into her until neither of them could take it, her pussy clamped down on his cock as she grinded her hips into him. That put him over the edge, and he pumped his load into her tiny hole. He then pulled out and she sucked him dry. He was so spent and could tell she was too. They sat there naked on the floor for another few minutes cuddling and making out before they got up and went their separate ways.

Jason came home on cloud nine.

And finally, as this happens at home, their mother is off camping with a new beau.

Andy was great and Sue loved him, but he was so traditional. They only knew each other for a month so he didn't want to have sex with her.

The next morning, Sue got up early to shave her pussy climbing up on the table, Sue laid back, bringing her feet up to the edge and spreading her knees. 

Squirting some shaving cream in her hand, Sue gently lathered her pussy, for the first time in a while feeling the heat and moistness of her sex, with Andy she barely had time to touch herself. . Carefully holding the razor, she began to shave gently around her pussy lips, scraping the hair away and leaving her pink and shiny and bald. She was quickly finished and she then took the towel and wiped the remaining shaving cream away, now having her pussy spread open, not blocked by the hair that had been growing there. Reaching down she began to rub herself. Then she heard a voice.

"And what are we doing here?" she heard, turning and seeing a park ranger standing there.

"Just shaving my pussy, it's been getting hairy."

"This isn't exactly the proper place for such activities," the ranger said.

"Don't you think I've done a good job?" Sue asked her fingers still inside her pussy.

"I'd say it looks fine," the ranger replied, looking a bit uncomfortable as he stared at Sue's open pussy.

"Do you think it's smooth enough?" Sued asked innocently, batting her eyes at the ranger.

"I suppose so," he replied, a lump beginning to grow in the front of his trousers.

"Why don't you check for me," Sue said.

His cheeks flushed, the ranger stepped up to the table and let his hand gently slide across Sue's pussy, feeling her smooth pussy lips.

"How is it?" Sue asked a grin on her face.

"Smooth," the ranger replied nervously, his hand still covering Sue's pussy. His hard cock now easily visible sticking out the front of his pants. He slide two fingers into her pussy and she smiled.

"Would you like to taste?" 

"Of course," the ranger said, finding some courage as he took his fingers out of Sue's pussy and glued his mouth to it.

Sue moaned and let her hand hold the back of his head against her as his tongue went wild in her pussy. Sue was finding all of this as amusing as exciting as she watched herself get her pussy eaten by a total stranger. Sue heard began to moan more loudly and then she was clamping the ranger's head tightly to her pussy and Sue knew that she was cumming in his mouth. He drank the cum as it flowed from her pussy.

I'd really like to thank you for seeing to our needs so well," Sue said, smiling at him, her legs spread wide. "Now maybe I can help you with your little problem," she said, staring at the bulge in his pants. "Why don't you let 'him' out and sit here," she suggested. "I'm sure I can help."

As fast as he could, the ranger dropped his pants and sat on the edge of the picnic table, his hard cock standing straight up in the air. Sitting in front of him, Sue began to suck on his cock, easily letting it slide deep into her throat. After sucking on him for a couple of minutes, she lifted her face from his cock and smiled at him.

"Is this okay?" she asked, pumping his cock with her fist as she licked the head of it.

"Yeah, it's great," he groaned in delight.

The ranger couldn't believe what was happening to him; this beautiful woman sucked his cock. Groaning out loud, he felt his balls explode and torrents of cum went shooting into Sue's mouth.

The ranger was still hard when he pulled out of her mouth and swiftly the ranger found mouth of her pussy again with the head of his cock, burying it deeply, groaning loudly as he entered her. With his hands on her hips, she sank all the way down on his huge erection. She notice the ranger's mouth open wide with pleasure as her tight pussy stretched over him, squeezing him, holding him deeply inside to accustom herself to his size, causing a slight swoon with the penetration. Her sloshing wet pussy was getting pounded pretty well by the ranger's fuck stick, it felt so good deep inside her. His mouth found her nipples, electrifying her. Moaning as he sucked smoothly on her tits, she grinded herself more onto his cock. His strong hands stroked her back and ass muscles, helping her ride his monster cock. Her hips gyrate in anticipation of his fingers as she grinds onto the thick cock buried inside her. She moans softly and her and the ranger change positions, sitting on his lap, her feet on his thighs, she gently bounces on her thick fuck stick below. Her cunt clung tightly to his cock and he urges her to cum on his cock, as he drives himself deeper into her.


Summer Sex and Summer Love



This is more of a stroke story than anything terribly serious. In spite of the first person narrative, it is a work of fiction; it is not biographical. There are always snippets of truth and fact in any work of fiction. I've tried to give my characters thoughts and words which fit the time, the place and their situations.

In my last summer of graduate school, I scored a real coup. I was picked with another guy for a heaven-sent student assistance job. The two of us were responsible for conducting a workshop/lab in the technical, "hands-on" aspects of our major. As it turned out, the professor pretty much left us alone. He'd known us since we had been freshmen undergrads and trusted us implicitly. He would come by the workshop once or twice each afternoon but never hung out for long. 

The class met four day a week for three hours a day. For twelve hours of work per week, I got paid many times over what I could have made in a typical part time college job in retail. It more than paid my tuition and fees for the summer session. We also received full credit for six semester hours in our major. For me, it meant that along with the two other classes I was taking, I could graduate with my Masters at the end of summer term. It doesn't get much better than that.

Well, actually, it did. For some reason the summer session of this particular workshop had eighty percent girls. Out of eighteen students, fourteen were female. At least half of them were comely. Since it was summer in the mid-South and often messy work, everyone wore shorts and very casual attire.

I had a motorcycle in those days; it was cheap to operate and you could park much closer to the campus buildings than you could have in a car. I wasn't dating anyone in particular; my main squeeze from the previous term didn't stay over for the summer and that relationship had seen better days in any event. 

The two of us selected to teach the workshop were both good looking young guys and the ratio of girls to guys in summer session that year drastically favored the men. There was a lot of flirting going on during the first class. A number of the girls had come in from other universities in the state system or even private schools to take electives not offered at their own campuses. I guess they rationalized that if they hooked up with some guy for the summer, they'd never run into him again and it wouldn't get back to their regular boy friends, future husbands or whatever.

I had my eye on one or two from the first five minutes. Both were my type: tall, slender, bright, quick-witted brunettes. On the other hand one of the other girls, a short, buxom, sexy, cute and slightly nasty blond had already made her choice. She flirted shamelessly and found lots of opportunities to touch. She had easy-fuck written all over her face. I wasn't looking for a wife. I succumbed to her charms. 

She was staying at a rented cottage about fifteen minutes outside of town. Such accommodations were very common in that college town and far preferable to many of the grubby apartments closer to campus---as long as you had transportation. She didn't have a car; she had a regular ride to campus each day from her roommate who had a car but since the workshop ran from two to five, she didn't really have a plan for the return trip. 

Apparently if she couldn't get a ride home, she'd call the roommate but said roommate had made it clear that it had better not become a daily occurrence. So, she asked me if I could give her a ride home. As it turned out, the cottage I was renting was on the way and hers wasn't more than five minutes farther on. She seemed pleased, not put out by the fact that I had a motorcycle.

I was living alone although my main squeeze had lived there with me the previous semester. When she has gone home she had taken all of her stuff out of the apartment. There was every indication that our relationship was over. I was graduating and she still had another year of undergraduate work. She was not interested in living that far from campus alone the following year.

So, that's the history. Much of the rest of this story is stroke and relates to the high points of that summer. As is my fashion, there is a romance but maybe not the one you are expecting at first---nor the one I was expecting. 

"Are you sure you don't mind?"

"Not at all; it's not that far out of my way."

"Look, my roommate loves to cook---more than I do. Why don't you come over and we'll cook dinner for you?"

"That would be a treat; I'm getting tired of frozen dinners. I do know how to cook but it's just not worth it to cook for myself. Are you sure your roommate won't mind?"

"I already asked her; she was just thrilled to find out I had a ride and she didn't have to come pick me up. She loves cooking for others. We found each other through a service. We didn't know each other before we became roommates. We don't go to the same college. We don't have much in common."

"Okay, that sounds great! If I'm coming to dinner, though, I need to stop at my place and catch a quick shower and put on clean clothes. It won't take ten minutes. Are you okay with that?"

"Sure," she said with a grin. "I can entertain myself for ten minutes."

She climbed on the back of my bike, shoved her body tightly against mine and put her arms around me to hold on. Her hands were initially at my belt line. Long before we got to my place they were decidedly lower than my belt line. I had a raging hard-on by the time we dismounted.

"You live alone?" she asked as we walked inside.

"At least for the summer; I used to have a roommate. She's not here for the summer and since this is my last summer here...let's just say that it was fun while it lasted but it was already fading."

"I'm sorry."

"No need to be! We parted amiably. It just made sense. I'm going to hop in the shower. There's beer in the fridge. Make yourself comfortable."

I had no doubt that I'd fuck her. I didn't think it would be on that first day or night. I seriously considered jerking off in the shower---even started the process. I stopped when I figured out I didn't really have time to enjoy it. So there I was with a massive boner in hand when she slipped through the shower curtain without a stitch. She moved behind me, pushed her bushy little twat into my ass, reached around with both hands to grab my cock and balls and spoke.

"I feel really dirty...in more ways than one." she said, stroking my cock appreciatively. "Want me to wash your back?" she asked almost innocently. Without waiting for a response she began soaping up a washcloth. 

I hadn't had my back washed for some time. She gave me the full body treatment, to include a persistent finger up my shitter. She told me to turn around and she completed the process with the same attention to detail she had demonstrated on my other side.

"Your turn!" she said, handing me the soap and washcloth and turning around. She pushed that ample bubble butt in my direction and I returned the favor. Fortunately I always kept my nails trimmed very close. She moaned and whimpered when my fingers found her folds and slipped inside. I turned her around and washed her front, giving special attention to those proud, full titties and ensured that she experienced the ultimate in feminine hygiene. Her head went over her shoulder. Her hands were on my cock. The fingers of one of my hands were in that hairy blond bush. First one, then two fingers of the other hand were soon first-knuckle deep in her rectum. Her breathing increased sharply and she came quickly.

Wordlessly she squatted on her haunches and began to blow me with few preliminaries. She was very good at it. I came quickly. She gulped down my load as if starved for protein. She didn't stop the oral ministrations until she was damn sure she'd gotten all. She stood up and we kissed. I was young enough to still be rock hard. I wanted some pussy. I started moving my cock around the entrance to her pink, wet orifice.

"No." she said. "I'm not on the pill---makes me sick and bloated. I use a diaphragm---which I don't have with me. I hate rubbers, but..."

"I don't have any."

"But, you were living with a girl..."

"Monogamously for almost a year and she was on the pill."

"Have you ever done it the other way....you know...in the ass?"

"Once or twice...you?"

"Once or twice...but it wasn't that great. Do you want to try it?"

"Sure. But we're about to run out of hot water and the lubricant is in the bedroom."

"You fucked the girl you were living with that way?"

"A few times; generally when we'd had a little too much to drink."

"Just go slow---and stop if I tell you to. I haven't had anything to drink."

She ended up on her side; I slid in behind her and worked several lubed fingers in her tiny little hole. She leaned back and kissed me; she was a hell of a kisser.

"Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'll ever be," she said with some trepidation.

I went slow, waiting for her to give the right signals that said I should continue. She had to have had a third of a bottle of lube up in there. She had recently cum. I stroked and nuzzled her back. The penetration went surprisingly smoothly. I started to rock back and forth slipping a little deeper with each stroke. Her fingers fell to her folds almost instinctively. Her breathing increased as did mine. Such a hot, tight little damn-near virgin ass.

"Are you pretty close?" she whispered.

"I could cum any time."

"Okay...then you can go faster...and deeper...just cum...okay?"

I wordlessly did as she had asked, cumming within a minute. Her fingers, combined with my cock in her ass, ensured that she did so seconds later. It was unlike anything I'd ever seen before. Her entire body trembled and shook. Her anal muscle clamped down on me so hard I thought she was going to slice it off. She screamed loud enough to make me damn glad I didn't have close neighbors. My dick plopped out of her ass and she jumped on top of me, kissing me furiously and rubbing those ample tits against my chest.

"I've never cum like that before---ever! At first I wasn't sure I'd like it but by the end it was better...a lot better...than my most recent experiences...the regular way."

"It certainly worked for me. You were very relaxed. We took it slow and I used lots of lube and that position tends to be more comfortable."

"Not to be too graphic, but I took a dump before we left campus and you did do a pretty thorough job of...cleaning. It sure does save a lot of trouble! I hate the diaphragm and that messy jelly. It just kills the mood."

I kissed her and we stayed like that for a while. She spoke first.

"Look, I need to be honest with you. I've been dating the same guy for the last three years. We're practically engaged. I'll undoubtedly marry him when I graduate. My parents are very fond of him. He's from a very good family in the small mill town we both grew up in. We'll move back there and probably stay for the rest of our lives. I've never done anything like this before. I lied; I'd never even tried anal...although I've played around back there on my own---on occasion. You are only the second guy I've ever had sex with in spite of the way I came across. I just decided I didn't want to be one of those girls who gets married to the first guy she ever sleeps with and never finds out...you know.

"I enjoyed it a lot; I didn't have to fake an orgasm---that was a first. I'd like to do it again with you...on a regular basis? But at the end of the summer...we're going to go our separate ways. He's---my boy friend---in ROTC summer camp; he's not going to show up one day for a visit. Look, I'll even try the pill again if you want me to---I've got a six month supply. And I do have the diaphragm."

"Let's just take it one day at a time. I enjoyed it a lot and, bluntly, I'm not looking for anything past a summer fling. So...sure...I guess we can give it a shot."

The dinner a couple of hours later was fun. Her roommate, whose name was Jennifer...I'm sorry, I forgot to introduce the buxom blonde. The blonde's name was Polly. In any event, Jennifer was a tall, large boned girl who it would seem had already found summer companionship of her own, another undergrad from a different college elsewhere in the state. We actually became summer friends and the four of us went out together occasionally. As the summer went on, I sensed that Jennifer and her beau, Gary, probably would continue the relationship following the end of the summer. They just seemed to be hitting it off.

Polly's home town was a little over an hour away via interstate. Most weekends she went home, either taking the bus or catching a ride with someone else from her home town. She would generally spend Monday through Thursday night at my place. I wouldn't see her during most of the day until she arrived for the workshop . She was not remotely clingy and certainly never got jealous if I paid attention to the other girls in the class.

It was in retrospect an odd relationship. She'd clearly laid out the ground rules and its temporary nature. She was a fun girl to spend time with and the sex just got better and better. On a few occasions it became quite tender. Following those occasions it got even more adventurous. It was as if Polly was pushing back against any possibility of it becoming more than what she wanted it to be---a summer fling---and I didn't fight it. We never argued or fought about anything; we never got close enough emotionally to do so.

I had absolutely no inclination to break it off. I was getting fucked an average of four nights a week by a very attractive, horny and increasingly creative young woman. We didn't really have much in common and over the years as I've looked back, I knew there couldn't possibly have been any future for us---not that either one of us seemed so inclined.

Although I think we were reasonably discreet I'm sure at least some of the other students in the workshop knew we had paired off for the summer. There was another girl in the class that had caught my eye from day one. Had Polly not made her move, I would definitely have pursued someone else.

Diane was a tall, slightly olive skinned beauty with short, shiny brown hair which moved when her head moved. She had a maturity and a no-nonsense air about her that said she probably wouldn't have been interested in a summer fling. We remember the little things. I remember helping her with some project and in doing so holding her hands. She had the most beautiful hands I'd ever seen and her skin had a soft almost viscous quality. Her complexion was flawless. She didn't have a toothy grin or even smile overly frequently but when she did smile...it took your breath away.

As it turned out, Diane was taking a class in the morning that was right next to one I was taking. We chatted often during the breaks and by the end of the first week were having lunch together almost every day. Diane was to be a senior at a private college in a city about a hundred miles away. I had assumed she was from money; her college was private and expensive. I eventually found out she had received a full scholarship; her parents, while not paupers, were of modest means.

In the two months or so that we met for lunch four days a week, we never really flirted. Maybe she assumed that Polly and I were a more serious item than we in fact were. We never talked about it nor did we ever talk about anyone with whom she might have been involved. She wasn't involved with anyone that summer: of that I am certain. She let a comment slip here and there which indicated that she knew I had some sort of relationship with Polly but never pursued it. 

We both were in the same field of study; she was very bright, very well read and very well educated. Most of the time we talked "shop". We also talked about art, music, literature, life, hopes, dreams and growing up. I have to say I looked forward to those lunches every bit as much as I looked forward to fucking Polly. As the summer drew to a close, probably even more so.

Polly became almost insatiable. It was if I had unleashed some demon inside her. She never did start taking the pills. A few times she would insert her diaphragm. She hated condoms as much as I did. We took some chances after carefully scrutinizing her personal calendar which wasn't particularly smart. For the most part, Polly had come to prefer it in the ass.

She laughingly told me one day that her husband-to-be had taught her how to suck cock and that if the truth were told, he'd rather get a BJ than fuck. He had shown no interest in anal and, with the pregnancy issues, their sex life was decidedly oral and not terribly adventurous. She loved the guy and knew she would be his wife. The sex was okay just not great from her perspective. He wasn't into anything kinky, didn't really like the lights on, wasn't a talker and preferred to keep it in the bedroom. I guess in retrospect Polly wanted to do everything she could think of that she'd probably never get a chance to do again. I sometimes wondered if she had a book on sex and we were going through the chapters.

I'm certain that there is nothing we didn't do sexually that summer short of the really bizarre. We did it inside and outside; we explored her sexual fantasies and the girl had a fertile imagination.

We had just arrived back at my place after class. "Wait here! I've got something I want to show you," she said one day a couple of weeks before the end of the term.

There was a knock at the door a few minutes later. To my surprise it was Polly who had evidently climbed out the window. She was wearing a facsimile of a scout uniform right down to the box of cookies. She had on bobby sox and her hair was in braids. The skirt was tight and short and her boobs were bursting out of the blouse.

"Hello, sir! May I come in? I want you to sample my cookies." She skipped into the room and proceeded to flop down on the sofa. The skirt rode up her thigh; the thighs opened and she flashed the beaver. I could have dispensed with the game and just boned her right there but she loved the games. I took the lead since she had set the stage.

"Little girl, you shouldn't be in here with me alone. Something bad could happen to you. Look at you! Showing your little pussy to a strange man like that. Have you no shame?"

"I'm sorry. I don't know what gets I into me sometimes. I just get all hot inside...all over...but particularly in my teeny-tiny little cunt." Her fingers quickly moved between her legs.

"Stop that, young lady! You are a bad little girl. You need to be punished...spanked. Stand up! That's right, now bend over the arm of this chair. Where are your panties, you dirty little slut?"

"I forgot 'em."

"That is not the way a young lady is supposed to act. Bend over now. Now hold that skirt up. I'm not sure my hand is going to do the trick. I think you need the belt!"

We'd played spanking games before but I'd never used anything other than my hands. Looking back I'm almost ashamed at how much it excited me to watch her fleshy little butt quiver as I laid into her with the leather. I was ready to quit after three pretty good swats. She wasn't. The belt had to hurt, although it was wide enough and doubled over so it didn't break the flesh or leave any lasting marks. On the sixth stroke, she came with a scream without any assistance from her talented fingers.

She rolled over onto the floor; her skirt was hiked up and her hairy little muff was glistening.

"Do you want to lick my nasty little cunt, mister?"

With no more ado I removed my trousers and began to stroke my raging boner. She threw me an evil grin. I picked her up off the floor and threw her on the sofa. I positioned her with her knees over the back, butt up against the back cushion and head hanging over the front edge.




Summer Sex and Summer Love



"What are you going to do mister?"

"I should wash you mouth out with soap for using that nasty word---cunt. But I've got a better idea."

I knelt in front of her; her mouth popped open on cue. I shoved my cock into her mouth and all the way to the back of her throat. She gagged and sputtered. I pulled out a little and she just started working my tool with that talented tongue of hers. As her throat became more used to it, I started fucking it balls deep, holding her little blond head against my crotch. The sheer perversion overtook me and I just fucked the little bitch's face for all I was worth. I pulled out before I came, shooting a massive load all over her face and in her hair. When she had licked up what she could get to, she grinned again.

"Look at that uniform! It's covered in cum! Stand up and take it off right now!" 

She complied giving me one of the most provocative "little girl" strip shows I would ever experience. As she turned her ass toward me, I was pleased to see it was bright red but otherwise unharmed.

"I need to go pee pee. May I use the bathroom, mister?"

"There's no bathroom here for you. Come with me, young lady."

I had neighbors in other cottages but none were within sight. I half dragged her outside to my small front yard.

"If you need to pee---just squat and do it right here."

"Are you going to watch me, mister?"

"Of course I am! I can't have you running off before I bathe you."

She squatted, grinned at me, opened her thighs immodestly and let go a stream of amber fluid.

"Don't you have to go pee pee, sir?"

I was wearing a tee shirt and nothing else. I walked over, stroked my rejuvenating cock and pissed all over those amazing titties. She giggled the whole damn time.

"Now I know you need to be bathed, you dirty little slut!"

As in many cold winter climates, we had a hose hooked up with a Y connector out of the garage which was under the cottage. I led her down to the garage. I didn't want to give her pneumonia. The water out of the tap was cold even in the summer. Adjusting the flow so that the water was a little warm, not icy, I ordering her to stand up against the stone wall which formed the foundation. I started to hose her off, ultimately washing the cum out of her hair with some soap that I kept in the garage with the washer and dryer.

"My little poop hole is really dirty, miser----but I have to go poop!"

"Hurry up and do it then!"

The little minx squatted down, farted once and dropped a turd. This was almost over the top, but, what the hell.

"I need to wipe now." She said.

"Bend over, you dirty little slut---I'll clean that nasty asshole of yours."

The hose had a soft plastic tip on it. Adjusting the flow to a minimum I proceeded to give dirty little Polly her first backyard enema. She enjoyed it so much that she asked me to do it several more times before the end of the term. I turned her around, jerked her upright, and aimed the hose directly at her clit, flicking it back and forth. She came in a matter of seconds. It was getting late and cooling off as was typical in the mountains in late summer. We dried each other off, fell out of character and moved back inside still naked.

"I'd more planned for this episode but your improvisation more than filled the bill," she said, kissing me tenderly. "I have always wanted to take a dump in front of a man. I can die a happy woman now." We both laughed.

"Glad to be of service," I replied.

"You enjoyed it---didn't you?"

"More than I might want to admit...yeah, I enjoyed it."

"I need to ask you to do something, after we have a drink and warm up. If I'm asking too much, just say so."

"I can't imagine there's anything we've missed over the last six weeks."

And then she just blurted it out. "I want to fuck you...fuck you up the ass...I bought a strap-on."

"I need to think about that. I don't suppose there's anything particularly gay about it when it's a hot little girl doing it to you. How big is this strap-on?"

"Not too big." She said, retrieving a bag she had brought with her. It was actually a pretty pathetic representation of a cock. Since she wanted to ram it up my butt, I was glad it was a puny replica.

"What the fuck. I guess. I'm going to need a few drinks."

"You're the only man I will probably ever even be able to suggest this to. Something about it turns me on. You know I'll make it worth your while afterwards."

And so an hour later after sufficient foreplay and a couple of stiff drinks, Polly donned her contraption, indicated that she wanted to do it from the front, ensured that everything was properly lubricated and carefully proceeded. I will deny it if you ever tell anyone, but the feel of those lush, full tits on my chest, the tickle of her public hair on my cock and the heightened level of her arousal turned me on. 

The rubber thing in my butt was secondary although not as unpleasant as I had expected. In the end, not really unpleasant at all. The turn on was how much it turned her on. It occurred to me that I would probably never have the experience again---nor would I ever be in the presence of a woman who was that sexually aroused as when she was doing me in the ass. When she came it was like an earthquake with aftershocks that wouldn't stop. She literally passed out. 

It excited me no end to realize that I had excited her so much by letting her do me. I let her do it three more times before the end of the term and each time the result was the same. I'm sure I would never have the nerve to suggest it with any other woman and to date, none have asked---but I'd say yes in a minute. Don't knock it if you haven't tried it.

I had been accepted for a teaching position at the university following the award of my masters. Parents would be surprised how many classes at major universities, particularly undergraduate required courses, are taught by instructors who don't have a doctorate. Sometimes the real professor shows up once a week to give a lecture in a big hall but never meets the students one-on-one. 

The pay was really crappy but experience teaching counted toward the doctorate and instead of paying better wages, the university elected to essentially allow a doctoral candidate to go without having to pay tuition or fees. I was on a first name basis with the entire faculty in my department. I had a comfort level; leaving the security of an organization I had been part of for six years was daunting. The head of the department asked me to stop by first thing the following Monday morning before class; it was to be the last week of class.

"Rick, I know you're planning on staying on as an instructor while you work on your PhD and you know how much we're looking forward to keeping you around. An opportunity has come up and you deserve the first right of refusal. It's called a real job if there is such a thing in academia. There's a very respected private college less than two hours from here." The department head named the school in question. "They have merged with or acquired another very respected private college and intend to become a university in their own right at the first of the year. An illness and an unanticipated sabbatical have put them in a bind.

"I've known the department head over there for years---he went to school here. You met him last summer when you were an assistant in that summer intern program which he came over to supervise. He was very impressed with the job you did. He called me on Friday to ask if I could recommend anyone here that was qualified and might be interested. Your name was the first one that came to mind. When he heard it he was genuinely excited and said it's yours if you want it.

"There's no reason you can't stay in the PhD program here---and receive credit for the teaching experience. It's not that long a drive---and we both know that in our discipline doctoral work is essentially self-study. They have an excellent library over there. You'll have to pay fees here but at the doctoral level there is a certain amount of discretion in how they're set.

"Before you even think about saying no, I have three things to add: first, you'll be doing me a favor and make me look like a hero with a respected peer; second, you need to get out of here and go teach somewhere else---get a different perspective and finally, the job pays a lot better than we do---two and a half times better. Any questions?"

"When do I start and where do I sign?"

"That was too easy! I was sure I was going to have to work on you a bit."

"Three simple answers: I owe you a lot so if it it's important to you then it's important to me; secondly, I've been on this campus long enough---not that I wouldn't want to come back after I get my doctorate; and finally, I don't even own a car. A decent pay check would be a nice change."

I hadn't given him the other reason: Diane would be a senior at the college at which I would soon be teaching. 

Things got very crazy during the last week of summer school. I rode over to what would soon be my new home several times during the week. I found a place to live, signed the employment paperwork and met with the department head and other key members of the faculty. I started looking at cars. Fortunately there were reasonable lesson plans in place for the classes I would be teaching so that I could take my time injecting my own ideas into the courses. 

I elected to skip the small summer graduation ceremony; there just wasn't time. As I was rushing around cleaning up loose ends and preparing to vacate my apartment I never got the chance to tell Diane. I told Polly what was happening and she used my extended absences as a good excuse to essentially end our tryst. We parted fondly but hurriedly. I would have barely a week from when I finished up at the university and began my new job. I would be teaching freshman courses; Diane would not be in any of my classes but she'd be there somewhere.

I didn't even try to look for her for the first two weeks. It took that long to get my head above water. Teaching full time was a lot more taxing than going to class as a student. I was exhausted by the time I got home at the end of the day. I traded the motorcycle for a late model used compact with a monthly car payment. I felt so grown up.

I checked class schedules and found hers. I had no real plan; I sat on the steps in front of the building in which her last class of the day met, trying to pretend I was reading. And then she was there, coming down the steps a few feet away from me.

"Diane!"

Surprised to see me? Certainly. Happy to see me? I couldn't tell.

"Rick! What are you doing here?"

"It's a long story. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

"What? Oh sure. There's a decent coffee house on the way to my apartment. I'm really surprised to see you. I didn't see you at all that last week---the professor even filled in for you a couple of times in class. I missed...our chats. Missed saying goodbye to you."

"I missed you too." The smile! That amazing, melt-my-heart smile. She had missed me. She was glad to see me...hopefully.

She didn't pry as we walked. The coffee house was only a few minutes away. We settled in together into a dark corner. As I was getting prepared to tell my story, she spoke first.

"So, how's that blonde, what's her name---Polly?" Just a tinge of cattiness which was not like her?

"Well, I would hope. Back at her own college snuggling up with her husband-to-be."

"I'm confused, Rick."

"It was a summer fling, Diane, never anything more. If you must know it was a wholly physical relationship. I wasn't looking for anything serious when it started."

"I've never had one of those, Rick."

"It was my first one."

"Good for you. Rick, I really enjoyed our talks together but I never saw it as more than just friends...good friends. I guess I assumed you were more intricately involved with Polly...or someone."

"Nope. No significant others. I really looked forward to our lunches together, Diane. It was the high point of my day."

Almost a grin...a grin of disbelief. "Uh, huh...sure."

"You're just going to keep ragging on me, aren't you?"

"For a while. You never flirted with me, Rick---hence I never flirted with you. I just assumed I wasn't your type...not being blonde and all."

"I've never been partial to blondes...always preferred long, lanky brunettes."

"Like me? Then why didn't you ever..."

"I thought about it but it didn't occur to me that you were the kind of girl who was interested in meaningless sex or a summer affair."

"I'm not. I'm very much an 'all the marbles' kind of girl which hasn't helped my dating regimen over the years. If you'd made a play for me on those terms I wouldn't have responded very well. Thank you for reading the cards so well and not screwing up...with me."

"I guess I read that one even better than I thought. Look, we got to know each other...really know each other and...I like you, Diane. I like you a lot."

"You drove all the way over here to tell me that? That's kind of sweet." 

"Not exactly, but I hope you find what I have done just as sweet. I, ah...I work here. I'm an instructor at the college. The department head at the university asked me to take this job, I needed to get away from the university after six years, the pay is certainly better than what the university was going to pay me and..."

"And?"

"You were here. I suppose I would have mulled it over...weighed the pros and cons---but I said yes on the spot. Because I knew you would be here."

"What does me being here have to do with anything?"

"We are friends---aren't we?" Diane nodded. "So, we can keep being friends, and maybe..."

"Maybe?"

"Something more, as in something leading to...all the marbles?"

"All the marbles means more than just whatever it was you did all summer with Polly. It means..."

"Being in love? Seriously contemplating a life together? Marriage? Family?"

"Yeah, you pretty much covered the high points. It means one girl and one boy. Fidelity. Honor. Truth. No secrets. No agendas. Sharing, being a couple---hopefully forever. Are you ready to even consider a relationship that could---from my standpoint must---lead to...must lead to..."

"I love you?"

"Were you finishing my sentence or stating a feeling?"

"I was finishing your sentence. I love you. This time I was stating a feeling---a conviction. And don't tell me we don't really know each other---because we do. We just never got to the romance part...or the physical part. Hell, that's not the hard part!

We've done the hard part...we're friends. We've shared our inner selves."

"The physical part....yes, there is always that. Rick, I may be terribly grounded but I certainly thought you were cute the first day I met you in class. When you quickly hooked up with the blond with the big boobies, I figured you weren't my type. Then we spent over two months talking and getting to know each other without the fog of...sex. I haven't enjoyed anyone's company that much in my entire life. I knew you liked me as a person. I assumed I wasn't your type or that someone else had already...won your heart."

"You won my heart...more so every day as we shared lunch. Diane, if you tell me that you could never see me that way...romantically...I guess I'll have to accept it...but...I've missed you. The last two weeks I've been so bogged down and exhausted. This was too important to do half-assed. Too important to screw up and now I'm sitting here next to you, terrified that I've completely screwed up any chance for...us. And it's tearing me apart inside...breaking my heart...I love you and if you can't love me..."

She took my hand and smiled. That damn smile. My heart began to melt---or what was left of it---and my brain turned to complete mush.

"I've missed you too; both in my head and my heart. You didn't screw up. Oh, Bubba, you didn't remotely screw up! You had me back on the steps; it was all I could do to keep from jumping into your arms. Every little girl---even a terribly logical one like this one---wants a fairytale and absent the white horse, you just delivered. Kiss me and shut me up before I say something really stupid."

That kiss...oh, my! The kiss of a lifetime...THE KISS...the only one that ever matters...the one that says so much more than words. We held each other silently and cried softly on each other's shoulders.

"You had me going there."

"It's a woman's prerogative to test the waters, play hard to get...she has to be sure. This one does, anyway. On another note, I'm starving! I skipped lunch. The food here is awful and I can't look at another cup of coffee."

"You probably know this town a lot better than I do. What are you in the mood for?"

"Beef, Porterhouse, thick, medium rare. Preferably cooked on charcoal. Maybe a baked potato and whatever fresh veggie is in season."

"I have a grill and a very tiny backyard. There's a local market near where I'm living; very old style---they butcher their own meat and have local produce. They have the old fashioned real charcoal---I already bought a bag. It's not far from here."

"I don't have a car and I don't ride on the back of motorcycles."

"I traded it in for a used Honda."

"So, you're inviting me back to your place?"

"I'm not trying to be cheap---although I am just a poor first year instructor. But I do grill a hell of a steak."

"Got any wine---red only, no Pinots, maybe a Cab or a red Zin?"

"No, but they do sell wine at the little market and from what I saw it's a small but very acceptable selection."

"I'm not a stranger to the kitchen, Rick. I can pull my own weight."

"We'll figure that out later."

"And after dinner?"

"Talk? Get to know each other?"

"We've already done quite a bit of that over the summer."

"What are you suggesting, Diane?"

"We can talk while we cook...talk while we eat. That'll be enough talking in my humble opinion. If this is going to have a chance of working, we have other things to explore."

"Are you suggesting...the physical part?"

"You read my mind."



Summer Sex in Seattle



In the spring of 1969 I landed a job as the overnight DJ on a radio station in Seattle. I was the only person in the station during most of my shift and enjoyed talking to listeners who called to request songs or just wanted to talk to someone. One of my regular callers, Kristy, had a pleasant voice and a thing for a particular Linda Ronstadt song. She would call two or three times a week for that song, telling me that she couldn't get to sleep unless she heard it.

Over the course of three weeks I learned that she was 21 and single (I was 29 at the time). She even confided to me that she had married young and been divorced a year afterward and that she had had a hysterectomy because of a problem that showed up when she was in her teens. Kristy lived with her mother who was divorced and reasonably well off due to a fat settlement from her ex-husband. She worked as a waitress from 4:00 PM to midnight, thus the calls to me on my overnight shift.

Being single myself, I started developing fantasies about the woman whom I'd never seen. They usually involved nudity and sex, of course.

Then came the night that she asked if we could meet sometime, she wanted to see the man behind the microphone. It was generally a no-no to have personal meetings with listeners; you never knew when they might be a nut-job. However, being young and stupid, as well as super-horny, I agreed to meet her. We both had the night off the following Saturday, so we agreed to meet at the International Fountain at Seattle Center that afternoon at 2:00. I was to look for a woman with curly brown hair wearing a red dress.

The day and time arrived. After walking around the fountain a couple of times, looking for a red dress, I saw her approaching. I was relieved to see that she wasn't 300 pounds or in any way unattractive. It was a warm sunny day (not always the case in Seattle) and the dress was appropriate for the weather. It showed off her girlish figure well and her smile told me that I was in luck.

"Are you Erik?" she asked as I moved toward her.

"Indeed I am, are you Kristy?" I replied.

She said, "Yes, I am, and I'm so relieved!"

"You are?" I asked, "why?"

"Well, this might sound weird to you, but I was afraid you might be ugly or 300 pounds with a patch over one eye and a parrot on your shoulder or something," Kristy said.

When I burst out laughing she asked, "What's so funny?"

"That's really funny! I was worried that you might look like a witch or a female wrestler or something. I'm relieved that you're an attractive girl who knows how to dress well. You must get a lot of attention from guys wherever you go," I answered.

"Thanks for the complement," she said, "I have to keep myself in shape and dress nicely if I want to get decent tips at the restaurant."

"You must do well in the tip department, then," I replied.

"I do OK," said Kristy, "let's walk while we talk, maybe find something to eat. Have you had lunch?"

"Haven't eaten all day, that would be nice," I said.

We spent the rest of the afternoon walking around Seattle Center, talking and eventually holding hands. I enjoy photography as a hobby and had my camera with me. She willingly posed for pictures as the afternoon progressed. We ate at the food court and learned about each other's likes and dislikes. It was a thoroughly delightful first meeting and we both agreed that we would like to get together for another date soon.

Our relationship progressed over the next month with the usual movies, meals and occasional hugs and kisses. Eventually I asked her to my apartment for dinner and she accepted.

The evening came and she arrived at my door wearing a short blue skirt with what looked like a white camisole on top. I say "looked like" because I thought that camisoles were underwear but it turns out that it was intended to be worn without a cover in the hot summer weather. That was fine by me. As soon as she came into the relatively cool air of my apartment her nipples signaled that there wasn't a bra under there.

I don't pretend to be able to cook, so I had purchased all of the components of the meal at a deli that morning and warmed them up in the oven. After a tour of the apartment we sat down to eat. She drank wine and I had beer and we had an enjoyable conversation. Afterwards, Kristy helped me clean up and we adjourned to the living room.

"Do you play gin?" Kristy asked me after we had seated ourselves on the couch.

"I drink gin," I answered.

"No, silly, Gin Rummy, the card game!" she explained.

"Not for a long time, but I think I can remember the basics. I've got a deck of cards somewhere, you want to play?" I said.

"Yes, but I don't want to play for points or money or anything like that. How about playing for items of clothing?" she asked with a grin spreading over her face.

"Are you kidding?" I asked.

"Nope," she said, "We're adults and I'm good at this game. I figure I'll have you down to your underwear in short order. What's the matter, afraid to show me what you've got?"

"Uh, not really. And I have to admit that I'd like to get you out of your clothes." I stammered back.

"So, get moving buster, get the cards!" Kristy told me.

I followed orders and got the cards from the bedroom. When I returned she had seated herself on the floor next to the coffee table and cleared a space for the game. I sat on the other side and gave her the deck. We agreed that the player who had the lowest number of points in a hand would have to give up an item of clothing. Jewelry didn't count and things that come in pairs counted as one item (shoes, socks and such).

I had brought my camera from the bedroom along with the cards and asked Kristy if I could take a couple of pictures of her before she lost her clothes.

"Why not," she answered, "if I can take pictures of you when you lose!"

I brashly said, "OK, but you'd better not try to hold your breath until that happens. You're going be in your birthday suit long before I am," and snapped a couple of shots of her.

Kristy snickered, then shuffled and dealt the cards while I contemplated the odds of getting her naked first. I was wearing shoes, socks, shirt, shorts and briefs for a total of 5 items. She was wearing the camisole, skirt, shoes and (I assumed) panties for a total of 4 items, which, I figured, gave me a slight advantage.

I lost the first hand, which resulted in her gleefully telling me, "I told you I am good at this game! Drop your pant's Erik."

"We didn't specify that the winner could pick what the loser has to give up!" I told her and removed my shoes.

Then, I lost the second hand and pulled my socks off.

I lost the third hand too! Kristy grinned as she watched me pull my shirt over my head.

"Oh, nice bod there mister. Do you want to quit now?" she said.

I quipped, "I have to keep myself in shape and dress nicely if I want to get decent tips."

"I've got a tip for you then," she said and tossed her shoes at me playfully. That left me with only two items and Kristy with three.

I was relieved when Kristy lost the next hand and she said, "OK, which do you want, the skirt or the top?"

"The top!" I said with enthusiasm.

"Too bad, ain't gonna happen buddy," she said and smiled as she stood to untie and drop her wrap-around skirt revealing white panties that matched the camisole. Now we were even, with two items each.

I grabbed my camera again and snapped a couple of shots of her.

"I suggest that you start thinking about what you want to give up next, because I'm going to win the next hand," I chided her, taking note of her nipples tenting the camisole like little soldiers saluting me.

Unfortunately for me, I lost the next hand and did a little bump and grind as I stood and dropped my shorts to the floor.

"Wahoo! Take it off, take it all off!" Kristy shouted.

I sat down quickly when I became aware that my excitement was showing as a large bulge in the front of my briefs.

My luck changed dramatically when I won the next two hands, and the game.

After the first, Kristy peeled the camisole over her head, stuck her chest out at me and flicked her nipples with her fingers and flashed a smile. She had a wonderfully firm pair of c-cup boobs. I noticed that she was breathing a bit harder than she had been. Come to think of it, so was I.

After the next and last hand she softly said, "damn," and slowly stood up. She turned around, put her thumbs under the waistband of her panties and slowly worked them down over her hips. When they were near her knees she bent forward, sticking her butt out. That afforded me a view of her sparsely hairy labia while she dropped the panties to the floor. I detected beads of moisture peeking out between her pussy-lips.

When she turned around, I saw that her pussy hair was trimmed to just a thin vertical 'landing strip' which triggered cock pulse's in my shorts.

Kristy smiled and said, "Now that you've seen all I've got, what are you going to do about it mister?" as she did a little dance that animated those lovely globes.

I answered, as I grabbed my camera, "I'm going to get some pictures and then show you to the bedroom where I'm going to ravish that lovely body, OK?"

"I thought you'd never ask," she replied with a smile and proceeded to pose for me as I fired off half-a-dozen shots.

As we walked together to the bedroom she reached down and patted my cock through the fabric of my briefs, "I notice that you're excited. Good thing I am too!"

I almost shot a load in my underwear!

She ran into the bedroom and jumped on the bed, pulled the covers off and lay down on her back with her legs slightly parted. I nearly hurt myself by pulling my briefs down too quickly without thinking. My hard-on was snagged by the waistband and popped up with a smack against my stomach when I managed to get it loose. Kristy laughed!

As I lay down beside her, she rolled over to face me and placed her lips on mine while putting one hand on my stomach. We kissed hard and played tongue-hockey. When we disengaged I moved my lips to her chin, her neck, then chest and finally to a nipple. I licked, sucked and slightly nibbled both nipples while she slid her hand south to my rod and gave it a squeeze.

I groaned and she said, "If we don't get your cock into me soon I'm going to explode!"

"So will I...and so I will," I told her.

We parted long enough for Kristy to roll onto her back, raise her knees and spread her legs in invitation. I wasted no time positioning myself between them. I stroked the head of my cock between her pussy lips a little before placing it at her entrance and giving it a push. It was a tight fit, but after a few seconds it slid fully into that warm, moist cavity.

I began to slowly pump in and out while watching her face. Her eyes were closed peacefully, a smile on her lips. I speeded up as lust overcame caution. I was on a trip that could only end in ecstasy. After a few minutes I warned her that I couldn't hold back much longer and she replied, "Give it to me, give all the cum you've got."

Something didn't seem quite right in her response but I was too far-gone to give it much thought. I was speeding toward orgasm like an out-of-control train. It hit me like lightning, the most intense orgasm I'd ever had that seemed to last for hours but was more like seconds in reality. I'm not normally very vocal during sex but I know I yelled something, I just can't remember what.

When I regained my senses I found myself laying on top of Kristy with her breasts cushioning my chest and my cock still buried in her cunt. I whispered in her ear, "Thank you, thank you, that was absolutely amazing."

"It was for me too," she murmured. I kissed her but didn't get much response.

My breathing slowed and I pulled out, and then rolled off of her. Eventually we pulled the covers over ourselves, snuggled together and fell asleep.

When I awoke in the morning, Kristy wasn't in bed with me. After my head cleared a bit I heard sounds from the kitchen and smelled coffee. I got up, put my robe on and made my way to the kitchen where I found her standing at the stove with her back to me. She was wearing her camisole and panties. I still had my morning boner so I pressed it against her ass and reached around with both hands to play with her breasts. She startled and I said, "Good morning, I see you have breakfast almost ready and trust that you can feel what I have for you."

She purred, "Yes, I can certainly feel that big cock of yours and I love having your hands on my boobs but breakfast is ready and I've got a dentist appointment in an hour."

"I'm fine with cold bacon and eggs and you can reschedule the appointment. Wouldn't you really prefer to have this in your mouth instead of dental instruments?" I asked as I pressed into her.

"Of course I would, but I've already rescheduled it twice and don't want to have to do that again. Keep that thought and I'll taste your lollypop sometime soon," she said.

I replied, "OK lover, your loss...and mine of course."

"You've always got your hand if you're really desperate. Don't worry, my pussy will be yours again soon, just not right now, OK?" she said.

We ate breakfast together and she dressed, kissed me and left shortly after. As I stood in the shower after she was gone, I began to think of our lovemaking the night before. I realized that she hadn't reacted the way that the other women had when they experienced orgasms while making love with me. Her enthusiasm faded as I worked to bring us both to orgasm. She had been oddly quiet and hadn't moved much to meet my thrusts. She seemed eager to jump into bed with me but there wasn't much reaction after I had penetrated her. Had she cum? I didn't think so and chided myself for being so selfish. I resolved to work harder to bring her pleasure the next time.

I didn't hear from Kristy for a week after that. I didn't have her number; we had always talked only when she called while I was on the air. Then she called and requested her favorite song again. I asked her if we could meet somewhere. She agreed and we ended up in my bed again.

This time she had me lay on my back on the bed while she gave me an expert blowjob, complete with humming. I grabbed the camera from the bedside table and got some pictures with her sweet lips wrapped around my cock. I managed to avoid losing my load in her mouth by pulling her head off before it was too late. I wanted to make sure that Kristy had whatever attention she needed to enjoy an orgasm.

I rolled her over on her back, kissed her again and kissed my way down her body, stopping to give her breasts plenty of attention. Her breathing told me that she was enjoying my ministrations. Finally I reached her pussy and re-positioned myself between her legs.

I heard her say, "You don't have to do that if you don't want to, my husband wouldn't. He thought it was nasty."

"There is nothing nasty about your pussy and I love licking it," I answered.

I saw her smile as she opened her legs wide. I started by kissing my way up one inner thigh and down the other, barely brushing her pussy lips as I passed by. Then I moved back up to the apex of her legs and planted a kiss on her nether-lips, slipping my tongue between the folds and finding her clit. I gave it a tongue-lashing that should have caused her hips to jerk up, but all I got in response was a half-hearted moan.

I worked to get her up to a sexual peak, tongue-fucking her, giving her clit the attention it deserved, even working a finger into her asshole. Nothing seemed to work.

Finally I had to give up, my tongue and jaws were tired and sore.

I moved myself up beside her, gave her a kiss on the cheek and asked, "Is there anything that I can do to give you pleasure?"

"I don't think so," she whispered. There were tears in her eyes as she told me, "I don't think that there is anything that anyone can do. It's not your fault, don't blame yourself, I certainly don't."

"Can you tell me what this is about?" I said.

"No, I really don't want to talk about it now, maybe some other time Erik. I just want to go home," she said.

"Let me drive you. You can get your car tomorrow, I'll come pick you up," I said.

"No, I want to drive home, thank you. You've been wonderful and I couldn't hope for a better lover. I need some time to think," said Kristy.

With that she got up and started dressing. I did the same and escorted her to the door. She turned around and put her arms around me.

"You really are a good lover, don't ever let anyone tell you otherwise," she told me and kissed me.

As she walked out the door I remembered that I had something for her. I hurried to the coffee table and grabbed an envelope. I managed to catch her as she opened the car door.

"Here, these are prints of all of the pictures I've taken of you. I thought that you might want them," I said.

"Thanks, I'll call you soon," she said as she took the envelope from me.

She smiled at me, started the engine and drove off.

It turned out to be her mother who called me, a few days later, at the radio station.

"Is this Erik?" the caller asked.

"Yes," I said, "how can I help you?"

"This is Kristy's mother, Brooke," she said. "I talked her into giving me this number so I could call you. There's something you need to know. Can you come by my house this evening after Kristy has gone to work?"

"Uh, sure. Am I in trouble?" I asked.

"No, but I need to speak with you about my daughter and it's not something we should talk about over the telephone," Brooke told me.

"OK, how about 7:00? We should have plenty of time to talk before I have to get to work," I said.

She told me the time was fine and gave me the address.

I pulled into her driveway promptly at 7:00 and rang the doorbell. She opened the door almost as soon as my finger left the button. I was stunned! She was beautiful, a mirror of her daughter but maybe 19 or 20 years older and blonde.

"You must be Erik," she said with a smile, "I'm Brooke. Please come in."

She stepped back as I entered the house and closed the door behind us. She led me to the family room where she motioned me to the couch and sat down beside me. I saw through the french doors to the private back yard that there was a nice swimming pool and made a mental note that it would be a nice setting for photographs on a sunny day. I had a hard time keeping my eyes off of her body; the years had been very good to her. I remember thinking that part of the settlement from her former husband must have been spent on plastic surgery.

Then she got my attention by asking, "Have you and Kristy had sex?"

"Umm, I'm not really comfortable discussing that with her mother. Is it important?" I asked.

"Yes, Erik, it is important," she said, "tell me."

"OK, sure, we've been to bed a couple of times," I answered as all kinds of things ran through my mind. Things like, maybe Kristy told her mother that I raped her, or that Kristy had a sexually transmitted disease.

"Did you notice anything strange about the way she reacted, how she behaved while you were having sex with her?" she asked.

This was getting creepy. I thought about leaving but really wanted to know what this was all about. So, I told her, "Well, I don't think she had an orgasm either time. I was too self-centered to realize it the first time but the second time I tried hard to bring her to orgasm, but it didn't work. And, she cried when I gave up."

"I'm not surprised," Brooke, told me, "did she tell you that she had a hysterectomy when she was young?"

"Uh huh," I said.

"That's when something went terribly wrong. She has never had an orgasm and never will, according to the doctors," she told me. "The sad thing about it is that nobody knew that there was a problem until years after the surgery when she started having sex. There might have been some way of repairing the damage if we had known of it earlier."




Summer Sex in Seattle



"That explains a lot, thank you for telling me, Brooke," I said, "So, why do you think that she even has sex at all?"

"Probably because she still gets enjoyment from the sex-play, even though she can't climax her nipples and other parts like that are still sensitive," Brooke told me, "but when things get close to climax time she expects to be disappointed again."

We talked until I had to leave for work. We swapped home phone numbers and I started for the door when she startled me.

"You're a good photographer, you know," Brooke said as I neared the front door.

I slowly turned around and asked, "Thank you, but how did you know about my photography?"

"I found the pictures that you took of Kristy," she answered. "How do you think I knew that she had found a lover?"

"That's kind of embarrassing on top of the embarrassment I've already experienced today," I said, "You aren't upset that I took sexy pictures of her, are you?"

"No, I'm not angry," Brooke said, "I'm happy that Kristy found a lover who really cares for her feelings. Honestly, I'm also a little turned on by them since some contained images of one of your body-parts. That's quite impressive young man."

I remembered the shots I took of Kristy giving me a blowjob, pretty graphic stuff to fall into her mother's hands.

"I'm glad you liked them," I said as I turned to leave and, taking a chance, added, "Give me a call if you ever need a photographer."

I drove away thinking that I'd never again hear from Kristy or her mother. In a couple of weeks I was proven wrong.

I had just finished lunch one day in my apartment when the phone rang. I answered it and heard Brooke's voice, "Remember when you told me to call if I needed a photographer?"

"Sure I do...you need one now?" I asked.

"Yes, for some special pictures. Can we make an appointment for a house-call some afternoon soon after Kristy has gone to work?" she asked.

"Of course, I'm open every afternoon for the next couple of weeks," I told her. 

I hadn't heard from Kristy since we last saw each other and my social calendar was totally blank. I agreed to bring my camera gear to Brooke's home the following Friday afternoon. Brooke told me that Kristy had Friday through Sunday off and was going to be visiting her grandparents out of town.

Yes, dear reader, I'm not that stupid. I saw the possibilities.

Friday came and I showed up in Brooke's driveway promptly at 4:00 PM. I approached the front door, carrying my camera bag and tripod, not knowing what to expect. Brooke opened the door wearing blue jeans and a cream-colored turtleneck sweater. I was relieved that she hadn't pulled a "Mrs. Robinson" thing and opened the door while nude. She invited me into the family room where I dropped off the camera bag and tripod before retrieving some strobes, reflective umbrellas, stands and power pack from the car. I had come equipped for portraits even though I didn't know for certain what she meant when she referred to "special" photographs.

Brooke's shoulder-length blonde hair was radiant in the light from the family room windows. I asked her to relax in an armchair so that I could capture a few images before the light changed. She was a natural model, taking direction and suggestions from me, and improving on them. The camera loved her. We moved into the living room and, while I setup the lights, she changed in her bedroom down the hall. She returned wearing a simple white tank top, kaki shorts and white sandals. I was pleased to note that she wasn't wearing a bra.

I had her try various poses and I took a few shots but nothing happened until she raised her arms and put her hands behind her head. That pulled her top tight over her breasts. She smiled and appeared to be getting excited since her nipples created little tents in the otherwise smooth fabric of her tank top. I asked her to hold that pose and twist slightly to her left. She complied without question or hesitation. This put more light from the window on her front which caused the thin fabric to reveal her areola's. I resolved, then and there, to see her tits uncovered before I left for work that night. I snapped a couple of shots.

"Look at me," I directed as I held the camera, "chin up a bit, relax your arms now, chest out," I directed as I polished off the first roll of film.

While I reloaded the camera I asked her what she wanted from our photo session.

She told me, "I guess sexy is my main goal. Some of my girlfriends have shown me pictures that their husbands or boyfriends took of them that were really sexy. Since I don't have a husband or boyfriend and Kristy barely knows what a camera looks like, much less how to use one, I thought of you. I felt that I could trust you and I'm a pretty good judge of character."

"I'm flattered," I told her, "How about a different outfit now, do you have anything in mind?"

"I do, remember I told you that I wanted some special pictures?" Brooke said, "Well, I'm comfortable with you and would like to do some bedroom pictures, know what I mean? I'll go change and call you when I'm ready."

Sure, I know what you mean," I told her, "Most photographers call it boudoir photography."

I loaded some fairly fast film into the camera while I waited for her to change. My plan was to shoot with available light as much as possible. I felt that the images were more intimate when they were made that way, and intimate is what most people wanted from boudoir photography. If it turned out that glamour was what she wanted I'd switch to the studio lights,

Eventually I heard her call my name and ask me to join her in the bedroom with the camera. When I entered I found her on the king size bed with a sheet over her body. She was lying on her side with the edge of the sheet under her arms.

"How's this for sexy?" she asked with a grin.

"Perfect for starters," I replied, and began shooting from various positions. As I burned through that roll of film she adjusted her position from time to time while letting the sheet creep down toward the foot of the bed, eventually releasing her breasts from their cover. They were magnificent, firm C+ boobs with tan-lines indicating that she wore a small bikini top in the sun.

As I changed film again Brooke casually tossed the sheet aside and positioned herself on the bed sitting up cross-legged with her breasts jutting out proudly and a completely hairless pussy revealed between her legs! When I noticed what she had done, it took me a moment to re-focus on the job at hand before I was able to complete the film load!

I fired off a couple of shots as soon as I could, fearful that she might change her mind. As it turned out, that wasn't going to be a problem. She was enjoying the attention as much as I enjoyed photographing her. That was evident from the rock-hard nipples and the moistness that created a sheen on her pussy lips.

Brooke told me that she wanted to try some poses that her girlfriends had used for their "sexy shots," as she called them. She got up on her knees with her back to the camera and spread her knees far enough that her pussy was in view and looked over her shoulder at the camera. She faced the camera and held her breasts up with her hands, then pinched her nipples (releasing a little moan and becoming glassy-eyed for a moment). She got on her hands and knees with her butt toward me; legs slightly spread and let me snap half-a-dozen shots from various distances and angles.

Finally she lay back on the bed with her head on the pillows and spread her legs wide while she again played with her nipples. I knew my shorts had a pronounced budge in the front but she had to know that was going to happen so I didn't try to hide it.

Brooke stroked and pinched her nipples, then slowly ran her hands down over her stomach toward her pussy while alternately watching the progress of her hands and looking at the camera. I valiantly tried to concentrate on my photography to avoid shooting a load in my pants.

When her hands reached their target, she spread her outer lips with the fingers of one hand while running a finger of the other hand over her clit. That caused her to take a quick breath, close her eyes and emit a moan of satisfaction. She inserted a finger, then another in her vagina and pumped them in and out while continuing to rub her clit with the other hand.

Then I ran out of damn film again! Those were the days before digital cameras, unfortunately.

"Shit," I said softly.

She opened her eyes and looked at me, "What? Did I do something wrong?" she asked, pausing her masturbatory activities briefly.

"No, you are beautiful all the time but especially when you are pleasuring yourself. These are going to be some really hot pictures, "I said, "Unfortunately I've got to change film again."

"Thank you, Erik, I know they'll be good with you taking them," she replied, "but I really think we have enough for now."

I tried not to show my disappointment.

"I can't help but notice what's happened to the front of your shorts," she said, looking directly into my eyes, then toward my hard cock, "Do you need to do something about that?"

I told her, "No, it'll go away when you get some clothes on, eventually, thanks." I was trying to remain professional but knew that, if I didn't get relief sometime soon, I'd be very uncomfortable.

"It's my fault and I feel obligated to help you," Brooke told me, "put the camera down and stand by the bed. No excuses."

My prayers were being answered. I did as she directed and, as soon as I was in range, she unbuckled my belt, unbuttoned the shorts and pulled the zipper down. She pulled my shorts down and I removed them along with my shoes. As soon as I stood back up she placed a hand on my throbbing cock and gave it a squeeze and a couple of pumps through my briefs. That damn near put me over the edge, which would have probably been as disappointing for her as it would have been for me.

Then she quickly put her fingers in the waistband of my briefs and pulled them down. "Wow!" she exclaimed, "I haven't seen a cock that ready for me in a long time!"

Brook wrapped a hand around my member gave my cock-head a kiss, then engulfed it with her mouth and proceeded to give me a wonderful blowjob. As I stood there watching she ran her lips up and down my shaft, pulling off occasionally to lick and kiss it from bottom to tip. She knew how to take control of the situation with a bit of humming while my cock plunged to the back of her throat and back outward again until I couldn't stand it any more.

"Stop, I'm going to cum!" I shouted.

She didn't stop and I couldn't hold back. I groaned and shot my load in her mouth, spurt after spurt of hot juice and she never released her lip-lock on my cock. She swallowed it all and licked her lips while smiling up at me when I'd finished and she finally disengaged.

"That was amazing!" I told her, "I've got to sit down...I don't think I have the strength to stand much longer."

She moved over to the center of the bed and I lay down on my back beside her, trying to catch my breath. Brooke moved close to me and put her head on my shoulder and laid her hand on my withering cock.

"I like younger men like you, Erik. They give me lots of cum and it isn't long before they are ready to go again," she said.

I replied, "I think I just might be able to meet your expectations if you give me a few minutes," as she played with my cock and balls. I worked one hand around to stroke a breast and tease a nipple. My cock hadn't completely deflated and was slowly returning to its former state with her expert manipulations. "Oh!" she purred, "I think it's showing signs of life again!"

She continued to stroke my balls and cock with a little squeeze from time to time while I played with her wonderful breast and erect nipple. Her breath was quickening as I could tell from hearing it and feeling her chest rise and fall.

It wasn't long until she asked, "Ready for round two?"

"Are you?" I asked.

"Couldn't me more so," she answered as she released my rod from her grip, swung a leg over my hips and sat up over me.

She positioned herself over my crotch and took my cock in her hand. There wasn't any need to use the pre-cum leaking from my cock-tip as she was already dripping herself and no further lubrication was needed. Brooke lowered herself to my eager rod, placing it at her opening and then completing the trip by dropping slowly down until I was in her warm snug cavity to the hilt.

She began a slow up and down motion as we both released sighs of pleasure and began to moan and groan uncontrollably. This time I lasted much longer, savoring the feeling of her pussy gripping my cock in its warmth. I held her hips, helping her keep the motion while she reached between her legs to give her clit some additional stimulation.

It seemed like hours passed as I thrust up to meet her on the down-stroke and she murmured sweet encouragement to me. I re-deployed my hands to her breasts to stroke, tweak and pinch her nipples while she told me what I stud I was. When we exploded in orgasm, it was together.

I yelled, "Oh God, I'm cumming!"

Brooke was barely able to confirm her orgasm vocally as she hit the wire too.

Afterward she lay on top of me, kissing my lips while I held her ass with both hands and tried to catch my breath.

I saw the time on the clock on the bedside table and said, "You are a most beautiful, feminine woman and a great lover but I have to get to work."

"It was great for me too," she answered, "there will be other times, won't there?"

"I'd be greatly disappointed if I couldn't enjoy your body and sexual talents again."

I rolled her to my side, took a nipple in my mouth and sucked it in, gently biting it with my teeth. My finger found her clit and gave it a friendly stroke. She yelped and reached down to help.

I pulled away and said, "Hold that thought until we see each other again," and got up to dress and pack my photo gear into the car.

A week later I was pleased to receive another call from Brooke.

"I love the pictures, thanks for sending them so quickly," she told me.

I answered, "It was my pleasure, lover, I was anxious to see the prints myself."

"I hope you don't mind that I showed them off to my girlfriends," she said.

"Of course not," I answered, "I'm proud of my work, show them around all you want. Maybe I'll get some paying gigs if the right people see my work."

"I know you will," said Brooke, "My friend, Becky, liked my photos so much that she wants you to photograph her too! The bonus is that she's willing to pay you. She doesn't know that I paid you for mine with a good fucking."

"Cash is good but fucking is an excellent substitute, especially with you." I told her.

"I'm glad you still feel that way," Brook purred into the phone, "When can you photograph Becky? She can't get much privacy at her home so I've volunteered mine."

"Any afternoon and evening is fine by me as long as I can get away in time for work," I answered.

We made an appointment for the next afternoon at her house after Kristy had left for her job. Brooke knew that Becky could get away for a few hours by telling her husband that she was visiting a friend.

The next afternoon I arrived at Kristy and Brooke's home with my gear and high-hopes for an enjoyable photo session. When Brooke opened the door she smiled and gave me a hug, then escorted me to the family room where I met Becky. She was a tall brunette in her late 30's with a pretty face and a nice figure. Becky was modestly dressed in knee-length gray skirt, black low-heeled shoes and a silky white blouse that buttoned up the front. Her medium-length hair was tied back in a ponytail.

"It's nice to meet you Becky," I said, "Have you seen all of the pictures that I made of Brooke?"

Becky smiled as Brooke broke in and told me, "She's seen all of mine and Kristy's too. Hope you don't mind."

"I don't mind if Kristy doesn't," I answered.

Brooke said, "Actually, she's quite proud of them and doesn't much mind who sees them."

"Great," I replied and looked at Becky, "So, are there any ideas that you have, or any that you've seen in magazines that you want to try?"

"I think I'd like to have a few portraits like you did for Brooke so I can kind of get used to it," she told me.

"Sounds good. Unless you model a lot it's good to get comfortable with the camera and photographer first, then move on to the more revealing poses! Do you want to start with the outfit you are wearing now or change into something else?" I asked.

"Can we start with this and then move to the bedroom? I'm really excited about the sexy stuff but getting warmed up sounds good to me," she said.

"OK, why don't you sit on the couch over there and get comfortable. I'll direct you and suggest poses. If you want, please feel free to move and position yourself at any time," I told her.

I had left the studio lighting in the car and the light was nice that day. As soon as Becky was seated I began capturing images. Brooke, being a veteran at posing for me, gave Becky suggestions. She was doing such a good job and Becky seemed happy to work with her that I concentrated on framing, exposure and focus while Brooke, essentially, directed.

"Look over there, smile, pull your feet under you, nice, be sure and get that Erik," she directed, "now, undo the top two buttons on your shirt, lean forward a little."

Although Becky was wearing a white bra, it was thin and I noted her nipples managed to tent the fabric of her blouse a bit when she had her arms positioned so as to stretch the blouse tightly across her chest.

Brooke kept directing her to undo more buttons until they were all unbuttoned. That's when she approached Becky and helped her remove the blouse altogether.

"Now we're getting somewhere," Brooke said as she positioned Becky on the couch with her legs on the cushions and upper body slightly reclined on pillows. Becky had worn a sheer bra, I saw, and didn't appear to mind that her nipples were on view now. She had a peaceful look that said, "I'm sexy and I'm happy with the attention these two are giving me."

I finished off the roll of film and, while I reloaded, Brooke whispered some instructions to Becky. When I signaled that I was ready to resume, Becky, without hesitation, moved a hand between her breasts and quickly unsnapped the front latch on her bra. She left it that way while I took a couple of shots. Brooke directed her to a different position and the cups fell away, revealing both b-cup breasts. Becky didn't do anything to re-cover them and I certainly wasn't going to complain. I felt a familiar stirring in my jeans.

"Are you ready for the next step?" Brooke asked?

Without answering, Becky stood up, removed the bra and tossed it away, then pulled the zipper of her skirt down and stepped out of it. I was madly shooting frames throughout her strip and cursed when I ran out of film again. I was admiring a nearly nude woman unashamedly standing not three feet in front of me when Brook spoke up.

"I think it's time to move to the bedroom, don't you?" she said.

Becky smiled at both Brooke and myself and said, "That's what I came here for, lead the way."

Brooke took the lead with Becky following. I grabbed a handful of film canisters and my camera before heading for the bedroom myself. When I got there I found Brooke turning the bedclothes back and Becky looking a bit lost, like she didn't know what to do now.

"Becky," I said, "I'd like to get a profile of you in front of the window. Step over there and face Brooke if you don't mind."

She did as I requested and it was beautiful, with the outside light filtering through sheer curtains. I set the aperture for optimum exposure of the side of her facing the camera, which over-exposed the window and had the effect of casting a halo of light around her head and body.




Summer Sex in Seattle



After I captured that vision of loveliness, Brooke motioned Becky to the bed. She had our model lay on her side for a couple of shots, then directed her to lay on her back and move a hand into the front of her panties.

For the first time, Becky appeared to be having second thoughts. She looked at Brooke with concern and asked, "Do I have to? I mean...I've never masturbated."

"You don't have to actually do anything, just make it appear that you are," said Brooke, "close your eyes, open your lips slightly and hold still while Erik gets a shot. Remember, nobody sees your photos other than the people in this room unless you want them to. Think of what a turn-on these pictures will be for you and your husband."

"OK, I guess," she said. She laid head on a pillow, closed her eyes and quickly plunged her right hand under the waistband of her black panties before she lost her nerve. I positioned myself at the foot of the bed and triggered the shutter two or three times, repositioning slightly between shots.

"Hold on a sec," I heard Brooke say," there's one more thing needed to make this shot as sexy as it can be."

With that, she moved to the side of the bed, sat on it and softly ran her fingers over Becky's breasts with particular attention paid to the nipples. Becky's eyes snapped open with surprise.

"Calm down, I just want the shot to look right and having your nip's at full attention should do the trick," Brooke told her as she tweaked both nipples between her fingers. I got couple of shots of Brooke's hands working on Becky's boobs.

Becky relaxed, closed her eyes and moaned softly.

When she was satisfied that her work was done, Brooke stood up and moved away from the bed.

Becky's breathing-rate had increased noticeably and I could see her hand moving a little under the fabric of her panties. I started taking pictures again. Becky's hand didn't stop moving. In fact, the rate of movement was increasing and she couldn't help but moan and mew as the feeling took over and pushed her reservations aside.

After a minute she stopped and opened her eyes. She looked at me and said, "Is it OK if I take my panties off? They are in the way."

"Of course, please do," I quickly answered, trying to hide the excitement in my voice but not thinking of how the bulge in my jeans was giving my feelings away.

Keeping her eyes on mine, she slipped her hand out of her panties, put her thumbs under the waistband, lifted her hips and pushed them down and off of her feet while I madly snapped away with my camera.

She had a nice curly brown bush with a bikini trim. There was little hair covering her labia. She closed her eyes and placed her hand on her bush, then moved a finger between the lips and into contact with her clitoris.

As I snapped out of my dream-state and captured another image of this beautiful woman, completely nude, she began a rhythmic movement of her hips. Her finger speeded up and a groan escaped from her lovely lips. She worked faster and faster, moaning and bucking on the bed. It was obvious that she was nearing her climax.

I stopped clicking the shutter button on the camera. I was dangerously near the end of the roll of film and didn't want to miss what I knew was coming soon.

Becky's hand had become almost a blur, it was moving so fast. I looked over and saw Brooke had a hand under her skirt, playing with herself while watched Becky bring herself to her first orgasm by masturbation. I began finishing my last roll of film, sensing that Becky was about to peak.

Then it happed. Becky literally screamed in pleasure! She shook all over as she was consumed by her orgasm.

After she had calmed down but still hadn't fully recovered she told us, "Oh My God! I've never in my life had an orgasm like that, not ever! And I can't believe that I did it with an audience and a camera in the room."

"Welcome to the club, girl, now you know what to do when you're horny and Brett isn't around to help you out," Brooke told her, "you will have the pictures to look at and share with him too."

"Oh no!" Becky quickly replied, "What happened can't leave this room! Brett would divorce me if he knew what I've done! I can't have the pictures in our home or tell him what we did. Please promise, both of you, that you will never tell anyone."

"OK, I'll keep quiet," I told her.

"Me too," added Brooke, "but what shall we do with the pictures?"

"You keep them hidden here," Becky told Brooke, "I'll look at them here and maybe borrow your bedroom when I do, if that's OK."

"Sure, I'll hold on to them and you can have them and my bedroom any time you have the urge," she replied.

"I've got two more frames on the last roll of film," I quickly said as Becky grabbed her underwear, "would you two let me get a picture of the both of you together?" They looked at each other and grinned. Brooke got naked and stood beside Becky, putting her arm around Becky's waist and pulling her close. I finished off the last two frames as they smiled for the camera.

"I've got to get dressed and go home, Brett will wonder why I've stayed so long. I love you Brooke, and thank you Erik, it's been the most erotic experience I have ever had!" she told us as she dressed and moved toward the door. When she got to where I was standing she gave me a hug and pressed something into my hand, then left the house. I looked and found five twenty-dollar bills.

"I don't know about you, but that got me so turned on that I just have to do something about it now," Brooke said to me after Becky had gone.

"I feel the same as you, I damn near messed my pants. I have to leave for work before too long though," I told her.

Brooke said with a grin, "Let's see what we can accomplish before you have to go!" We headed for her bedroom, shedding items of clothing along the way. Brooke jumped on the bed, pulled the covers off and lay down on her back with her legs slightly parted just as her daughter had done in my bedroom a few weeks before.

I was frozen in place, my eyes feasting on her heaving breasts, flat stomach and hairless pussy as my cock inflated to its full length and girth. "What the hell are you waiting for," she asked, "a formal invitation?"

"Just admiring the view, "I told her as I made my way to the bed and lay on my stomach with my head between her legs and face inches away from her pussy. She ran the fingertips of both hands along her stomach and down the front of her legs until they were even with my head. She grasped my head and pulled my face to her pussy. I needed no more encouragement. My tongue parted her labia and found her swollen clit. She gasped, spread her legs wider and bent her knees to give me unrestricted access as I went to work.

Brooke closed her eyes and moved her hands to her breasts, stroking and pinching her erect nipples while I tongue-fucked her.

Suddenly we heard a female voice say, "What the hell are you two doing?"

I startled and pulled away from that sweet, juicy cunt to look around. Kristy was standing in the doorway! 'Oh shit,' I thought, as my cock wilted.

"Oh God," I answered, "I'm sorry, Kristy, we just got carried away. We didn't expect you to come home this early," as I pulled away from the treasure between her mother's legs. That was pretty lame of me but I couldn't think of anything else to say under the circumstances.

"I'm sorry darling," I heard her mother say, as she sat up, "I seduced Erik, don't blame him, It's my fault. I haven't had much action since your father and I split up. I've been so horny and, well, you know..." her voice trailed off.

After a moment of silence Kristy said, "It's OK mom, I understand. I'm not surprised. He is good in bed. It's really OK, you two finish what you started, and I'll go watch TV for a while. Things were slow at the restaurant so I got off early."

Kristy reached out to close the door behind her when Brooke stopped her cold by asking, "Wouldn't you like to join us?"

'What?' I thought, 'this can't be happening!'

"Come over here and sit beside us," her mother said.

Kristy appeared to be thinking of what to say, then released the doorknob and walked slowly to the bed. "Are you sure?" she asked.

"I most definitely am," Brooke answered with a smile, "I don't mind sharing and I doubt that Erik will turn down a chance to bed two women, will you Erik?"

"Um, I've never had the opportunity," I stammered.

"I'll take that as an OK," Kristy said. She stood beside the bed as if waiting for another invitation.

"Damn it Erik, be a gentleman and help my daughter out of her clothes!" Brooke said. Kristy grinned at me.

I sprang into action, getting up off of the bed and giving Kristy a quick kiss before starting to undo the buttons on the front of her blouse. She was wearing a conservative white top with black skirt and shoes. She kicked her shoes off as I worked the blouse off of her shoulders and arms, revealing a black demi cup bra beneath. I worked on getting the bra unhooked as she unzipped her skirt and let it drop. I managed to get the bra off then slip my thumbs under the waist of her black panties and work them down to her ankles. She kicked them off and sat on the bed. My cock had risen to its former glory by then.

Kristy's eyes were on my raging hard-on when she said, "Mom, what do you think we should do about that?"

"I can think of lots of things, darling, but you decide," her mother answered.

I quickly made the decision for them by kneeling on the floor, spreading Kristy's legs and diving into her pussy. My tongue quickly found her moist warm cunt and I proceeded to run it up and down between her labia. When I located her clitoris she gasped and grabbed my head, pulling me in tight. As I licked and nibbled I glanced up and found her mother's hands stroking Kristy's breasts and playing with her nipples.

Kristy threw her head back and groaned as her mother and I attended to her needs. Shortly Kristy began working her hips side-to-side and back and forth as I struggled to not lose contact with her sex. Her mother pulled Kristy back until she was lying on the bed on her back. Her pussy remained at the edge where I could concentrate my attention on it while Brooke attended to her breast therapy.

Brooke and I pleasured Kristy for what seemed like 30 minutes or more. Although she never had an orgasm she was obviously enjoying the attention. Little moans signified when one or both of us were bringing her pleasure. She bucked her hips and gasped, "Don't stop, Oh, Oh, that...feels...sooo...good!" 

Her pussy was almost squirting her juices over my tongue as I administered to her needs. Brooke sucked and nibbled Kristy's nipples and massaged her breasts. Eventually she calmed down and her breathing returned to normal.

"I don't really know what an orgasm feels like but I do know that I just came closer to having one than I ever have before!" she said.

"I'm so happy for you," Brooke smiled and told her daughter, "Perhaps, with more practice, we can overcome your problem."

"After all these years without being able to cum I've pretty much lost hope," Kristy replied, "but that was great. I feel totally drained. Thanks to both of you, it was and incredible feeling! Now it's your turn."

I was more than ready! I felt like my nuts were going to pop like balloons if I didn't do something about it. As Kristy watched I climbed back up on the bed. Her mother lay back on the pillows and spread her legs again. We wasted no time coupling; Brooke and I were both craving orgasm. She welcomed me into her warm, tight pussy and I began long, slow strokes. After a few minutes of this I sped up until my aching cock was slamming into her lovely cunt.

"I'm sorry, I don't think I can last much longer," I told her.

"You don't need too," she replied, and almost immediately her stomach muscles began to spasm and her pussy contracted as she began her orgasm. I joined her as mine hit and I pumped her vagina full of my seed. The room was filled with shouts, grunts and moans as Kristy watched and played with her pussy while we were lost in the feeling.

As we both regained our composure I lay on her with my withering dick still inside her warm, slick cunt. Eventually I rolled off and gave her a kiss, saying, "That was great, thank you Brooke. I really should get cleaned up and go to work though."

"Not yet," Kristy quickly said, "I need you for one more thing before you go."

"I don't think I have enough energy for more," I told her, "maybe tomorrow, OK?"

"What I have in mind doesn't involve fucking. I didn't know until today that Mom doesn't have hair on her pussy. I want a shave and I'd really like for you to do the shaving," she said, flashing an evil grin.

"I've never shaved a pussy before," I said, "but if we can do it quickly I'm willing to try."

"Great," her mom said, "I'll get the stuff."

I assumed that "the stuff" was shaving cream, razor and such. It turned out that I was right, Brooke quickly returned from the bathroom with a basin of warm water, safety razor, a towel and a can of shaving cream. Brooke was clean-shaven below her waist. I wasn't surprised that she had the necessary tools for the job.

I spread the towel on the edge of the bed and had Kristy sit on it and spread her legs. She was already neatly trimmed so I only needed to cover her triangle of hair with shave cream, massage it in a bit (not necessary but fun) and stroke the hair with the razor being careful not to nick her naughty bits. I couldn't resist flicking her clit and "accidentally" inserting a finger into her pussy a few times as I worked. When I was done her mother handed her a small mirror so that she could admire her new look.

"Are you sure you can't stay the night?" Brooke asked as her daughter checked the quality of my work.

"I really wish I could, but I'd probably get fired if I didn't show up. I'll see you both again tomorrow though," I told them as I hurriedly dressed. Still naked, they both escorted me to the door and kissed me before I left.

I did make it to work on time, just barely.

As it turned out I spoke with both Kristy and her mother on the phone from time to time over the next week but didn't have an opportunity to see either of them. Then Kristy called late one night while I was at work.

"Hi Erik," I heard when I answered the phone.

"Good morning!" I answered, recognizing Kristy's voice, "Do you want to hear your favorite song again?"

"Of course I do, but I have another request too," she told me, "I showed Mom's and my pictures to my best friend Nicole. I hope that's alright."

"That's fine by me, you can show them to anyone you want to as long as your mom doesn't mind," I said.

"She liked them and wanted to know if you would mind taking some of her," Kristy told me, "We both have this weekend off if you have some time."

"Great timing, Kristy," I said, "I've got nothing going this weekend and can't imagine anything I'd like more than photographing her...other than getting her into bed, that is."

"Is that all you ever think of, getting women naked and poking your weenie into them?" she playfully asked.

"At least I'm honest about it," I told her.

"Well, we haven't exactly discussed that but you never know what might happen," she laughed.

Kristy told me that Nicole was going to spend the Friday night at her house. I could come over and bring my camera gear on Saturday if I wanted. I agreed and told her I'd be over around nine.

I had a hard time sleeping Friday night. I was excited by the prospect of photographing another young woman and, perhaps, getting some action from one or both of them. I ended up showing up at her house at 7:00 on Saturday morning, two hours early. Despite what you might think, summers in Seattle are frequently warm and dry and this day was perfect.

I knocked and Brooke opened the door a crack to see who was there. When she saw that it was I at the door, she opened it and let me in. I was pleased to see that she was wearing a silky dark blue nightgown that clung to her breasts and hips in a most delightful way.

As I entered I heard Kristy's voice from down the hall asking, "Who is it, Mom?"

"It's Erik, Kristy, a little early," her mother answered.

Kristy came around the corner with a big smile and gave me a hug. After a quick kiss I held her at arm's length, admiring the red teddy that she was wearing. I saw a pretty face peek around the corner behind her.

"This must be Nicole," I said.

"Come in and meet Erik," Brook told her.

Nicole continued around the corner and gave a shy wave. She was wearing a white cotton tank and sleep shorts set. She was around 5 feet tall and had short red hair and freckles.

"You're just in time for breakfast," Brook said, "we didn't expect you this early though. Hope you don't mind that we aren't dressed yet."

"I don't mind at all and breakfast would be nice if you have enough," I answered.

We moved to the table in their large kitchen and the girls served me a plate of biscuits, eggs and sausage with a steaming cup of coffee, and then sat down. We chatted as we ate and I learned that Nicole was 22 and single. She didn't currently have a boyfriend and she worked in sales at a department store in town.

At one point Brooke and Nicole left the table to wash the dishes and I headed for the car to get the camera and film. Kristy followed me to the door and told me that Nicole was a virgin. "I can't believe that she hasn't had sex but she swears it's true. You know how girls talk. She told me that she wants to do it but just hasn't found the right guy yet. I assured her that, if she's ready, you are gentle and caring," Kristy said.

She then slyly added, "Mom intends to get her laid today, thought you might want to know."

I really didn't know how to respond to that so I just said, with a grin, "Thanks for the warning," and went out to get my gear, adjusting my growing cock that had become somewhat uncomfortable in the confines of my shorts.

When I returned to the house the girls and Brooke were nowhere to be seen. I shouted for them and heard Brook reply from down the hall, "We're getting dressed, see you in a few minutes. It's a gorgeous day so why don't you meet us at the pool?"

I replied, "Great idea, see you there."

I walked through the french doors in back to poolside and busied myself taking light readings, loading the camera and thinking about where and how to position Nicole for her pictures. I was pleased to see that all three women wore bikinis when they walked out the door a few minutes later. Nicole was wearing a red white and blue suit, Kristy's featured black and white diagonal stripes and Brook was wearing a yellow Wicked Weasel that barely contained her C-cup breasts and tried but failed to conceal the "camel toe" between her legs.

Attempting to remain professional, I swallowed the lump in my throat and directed Nicole to a lounge chair and asked her to lie down on her back. I directed her to relax and pretend that she was sunning herself at a tropical resort. Brook, as she had done when I photographed her friend, Becky, took over as director.

I snapped away, moving around to get different angles while Brook directed Nicole. After a few minutes she asked Nicole to jump in the pool, which she gladly did because it was getting pretty hot in the late morning sun. I got a shot as she jumped in and when her head appeared above the surface again with water streaming down her face.

Brook directed her move to the side and pull herself up to sit on the side of the pool with her feet in the water. As she boosted herself out of the water Nicole thrust her chest forward giving me a good shot featuring her cleavage. The cool water had done its job and her nipples were showing provocatively through the fabric of her swimsuit top.

When Nicole was seated, Kristy joined the game and made a show of removing her top. "Are you ready to go topless?" she asked Nicole.




Summer Sex



His pumping intensified as well as their moaning. The ranger holds her shoulders from behind, pumping her harder onto his dick causing her clitoris to pound against his pubic bone, jolting her.

Her fucking noises fill the empty forest, Sue is glad that Andy is a heavy sleeper.

He pumped into her that way only two more times before strong, paralyzing electrical waves shot from her clitoris and from deep inside her vaginal muscles, up her spine, out through her arms. Her pussy clenches around the cock, her juices flooding them. This triggered the ranger to grunt a scream into her mouth as he pumped his cum deep into her blazing cunt. Flexing her pussy muscles as the ranger spurted his load deep inside her, another sexy wave passed through her as well. The two of them panted together, their bodies covered in sweat.

The birds continued to sing with their morning song.



Summer Sexploration



Summertime in New England is short at best. We that make our lives here don't mind though. It is 3 months of warmth and greenery. Of swimming and bathing suits. It is skimpy clothing and sweaty nights. It is a time to be outside from sunrise to sunset. When you live here, you relish the brief summer time that is yours and then move on to enjoy the next season for what it brings. Labor Day weekend marks the end of summer here. The end of warm nights. The end of lush vegetation. The end to a last hurrah. 

Friday night

We both had managed to work only a half day so that we could get to the campground early Friday evening to set up camp before dark. John and I worked well as a team, he got the fire going and dinner started and I set up the tent and tossed the sleeping bags in. 

It was still early when dinner was cleaned up and the fire was cracking under the darkening sky. As we sat back at the campfire, the first of the stars could be seen starting to peek out and the sounds of night beginning to come to life. To me, this is summer- hearing the crickets and the peepers, seeing the fireflies twinkle in the darkness. The heat of the day was behind us and a light breeze was blowing off the water. 

The campground we were staying at wasn't exactly crowded, but it certainly wasn't secluded either. John "suggested" that now would be the appropriate time to put my collar on. I innocently told him that I hadn't thought to bring it. I had of course packed it, knowing that he had plans for us, but it is such fun being a brat sometimes. Additionally, I knew that my impertinence would be "rewarded" later on. 

John looked intently at me and tried to discern whether or not I was joking. For the most part he can read me, but sometimes I can still pull off the dumb blond routine. He scowled, and I knew my ruse had been a success. 

I pulled the collar out of my jeans pocket. "Oh wait" I smiled devilishly, "did you mean this collar?" 

In an instant John had cleared the space between us in 2 quick strides. I had no time to react. He was towering over me and the look in his eye showed me meant business. "Buckle it now", John hissed. 

I fumbled with the clasp as I struggled to get the collar on as quickly as possible. The second it was affixed, John grabbed the D ring and dragged me to a tree. I realized that John apparently, had done more than prepare dinner while I had set up the tent. 

From a branch high above my head there was a rope dangling with leather cuffs at the ends. John yanked my arms up and fastened my wrists securely. My heels were slightly off the ground and I was trying to steady myself as I spun gently around with little ability to control it. 

Could other campers see me though the darkness? I didn't think so, but should they wander closer, perhaps... 

John pulled out a jack knife from his pocket and I saw it glint in the light of the fire. Even though I trust him implicitly, I still shivered. He slowly grazed my cheek with the blunt side, moving further down my neck, and across my tits. John started a tear in my t-shirt with the business end of the blade, making me sweat and hold stiller than still. He then ripped my shirt down the middle, exposing my black lacy bra underneath 

I was panting slightly and doing what I could to ease my body away from the blade. "What's wrong, slut?" John asked. 

I tried to appear in control and aloof. "Nothing, sir" was all I could muster in the form of false bravado. 

"So, you're feeling bratty this evening, huh slut?" John smiled. He was pleased to have a reason to tease me like this. 

Slowly John slid the knife under the front of my bra and with almost no pressure, cut through the material. My tits spilled out from their confinement and were exposed to the night. 

I tried to suppress a groan to no avail. "You enjoying yourself, slut?" John asked. I hated to admit it. I remained mute. 

Immediately I felt my jeans tugged down and the night air on my legs- only my panties remained between me and the campground. John slid a finger along the lacy trim and I held my breath in anticipation. 

But his touch didn't come. 

He walked back to the fire, took a gulp of his drink and sat down to poke at the fire. I dangled there for a few minutes awaiting his return, but he sat quietly enjoying the night. 

I didn't dare complain, but wondered how long he would leave me like this. I managed to get myself spun a bit and occasionally I glimpsed John. The knowledge that he was still sitting there was calming. 

I heard him approach before I actually saw him. My senses were heightened with the lack of control of my limbs and I was acutely aware of my surroundings. I didn't however anticipate the sting of the pine bough on my upper thighs until it had happened. 

I cried out involuntarily. 

"Are you still feeling bratty, slut?" John asked. 

I shook my head no. John reached over and pulled my panties up, wedging them into my ass and gave me another whack with the branch. I winced and tried not to make any noise. I could hear other campers and knew that they could hear me as well. 

"Aren't you forgetting something, slut?" John asked. 

Another whack. "One, thank you sir" 

Whack, whack. "Two, three, thank you sir" 

I was trying to muffle my cries, to not draw attention to our site. John was well aware of it and enjoying the situation. "What's wrong slut?" John asked. He continued his assault on my ass. I found myself more and more aroused as my ass got hot with the spanking. Soon I was wiggling not only to get away from the sting of the branch, but to try and find some relief to the growing desire. 

Of course John noticed. He traded the pine bough for a fallen tree branch and started teasing my nipples, grazing the bark along the sensitive underside then flicking the nipples. I was going out of my mind. I was panting, sweating and begging for relief and his touch. 

John undid the cuffs restraining my wrists to the rope, but left the cuffs themselves on. I practically fell, as my arms and legs were nearly numb from the strain that they were under for the last... how long was it? I'd lost track of time. John held me under the arms and led me to the picnic table. 

He pushed me face down onto the table and kicked my legs apart. He attached the cuffs to each other behind me. I was wet and ready. But he wasn't... 

On the table John took the candle that had been burning and dripped the hot wax all over my ass, thighs, arms and back. He knows how much I love wax play. Between the heat of the candle with the cool night air and knowing that this part of the camp site was much more visible in the campfire's glow I was out of my mind with desire. 

John apparently was feeling similar. He yanked my panties to the side and plunged into me from behind. The force lifted my feet off of the ground. He had no problem sliding in as I was soaking wet with arousal. John wrapped one of his hands in my hair and with the other reached around in front of me and rubbed my clit as he fucked me from behind. 

I came hard and fast. My body throbbed and the scream was inevitable. My pussy was pulsing. As my body milked John's cock and spasmmed around his hardness he came too 

"Sounds like you're a bit loud tonight, folks." I heard the park ranger but didn't dare to lift my eyes. 

John pulled his jeans up, and left me as I was. "Sorry if she got a bit loud, I'll remember to gag her next time." John said. 

I was horrified. I could barely hear the conversation over the thudding of my heart. Their voices were dropped to a conspirators tone and I remained as still as possible, willing myself to melt into the table. I knew that it wasn't possible, but the fleeting thought was comforting. 

John was telling the ranger about what a slut his girlfriend is and offered to demonstrate for him. The park ranger all too eagerly agreed, as he proclaimed "Well, I do need to be sure that everything is okay over here." 

Now I felt a gag being placed into my mouth and clipped to the D ring forcing my face up off of the table, making me feel all the more visible and exposed. The ranger came up behind me and after squeezing my ass cheeks, gave them a series of hard smacks. 

He then picked the bug zapper racket off of the table and swatted me with it. John had suggested this use before; however, I had not been open to the idea of having 1200 volts of electrical current touch my skin. It caught me completely off guard. I yelped repeatedly against the gag, very glad that it was there. The ranger was extraordinarily pleased with the affect. I was wriggling and squirming all to the ranger's enjoyment. He had me roll over and continued his assault, now on my tits, stomach, thighs and mound. 

John wanted to push me more. He grabbed his bag out of the back of the truck and brought it over to the table. Out of it he pulled an assortment of our toys. I was completely humiliated. None of my girl friends, let alone a random stranger, had ever seen our toys. John selected one the vibrating butt plugs that I enjoy. Enjoy in private with him that is! 

The ranger's eyes lit up. John continued telling the ranger about my slutty ways and how much I enjoy being fucked up the ass. I was spun again. As his cum was dripping out of my pussy, John rubbed it into my ass and started fucking my ass with the toy, until he had the whole butt plug buried in my ass. The ranger then selected a crop and began to smack my ass while John started the vibration on low. I moaned into the gag. 

John and the ranger pulled me up and pushed me roughly into the tent. With my arms still bound behind me, I fell face first into the sleeping bags. My ass was raised and legs kneed apart as the ranger plunged into my throbbing pussy. John moved quickly around front and removed my gag. Without the use of my arms, my face was buried onto John's cock; I was choking on it in the back of my throat. 

Back and forth, I was rocked between the two cocks, with the vibrator still in my ass. John would occasionally turn the vibrator up or alternate the speed and the unexpected change would drive me insane. The ranger was spanking my ass and fucking my pussy, while John was busy fucking my face and telling me what a great cum slut I was. It was overload. 

I don't know how many times I came before I passed out.

Saturday morning

I awoke alone in the tent, my body naked except for my collar and the wrist cuffs which had been left loosely on my wrists but no longer joined. The daylight was making the tent glow softly and I stretched luxuriously enjoying the lack of rushedness that most mornings involved. I knew that it must still be early as the campground has little signs of life to it yet. 

When I had set up the tent I had tossed in the sleeping bag, but not the clothing duffels. I pondered my situation. I poked my head through the flap and saw John in the lake that abutted our site. He noticed me at once, and motioned for me to join him. The water looked very appealing. And additionally, I was sticky, still covered in last nights cum and desperately needed an opportunity to rinse off. 

Dashing quickly, I crossed the campsite and was in the water before anyone could notice. The water was chilly, but felt refreshing and soft on my skin. I dove under and came up laughing at John's side. He grabbed me in a great bear hug and we kissed long and deep. "Good morning slut," he said "it seems like you slept rather well last night." I grinned and a faint blush came to my face with the memories of the night. John laughed. "I'm glad that you had fun- and to think, the weekend has just begun." he grinned. I wondered what other yummy plans he had in store... 

We splashed and swam while the campground came to life around us- mommy's bringing their toddlers to the bathroom, children racing each other on bikes along the dirt paths, the smell of bacon frying and the hum of conversation all around. 

John got out of the lake (he was wearing a bathing suit) and started the propane gas stove. He put on the camping percolator for coffee and heated up a griddle to start cooking our breakfast. I lazed a bit longer in lake and enjoyed my moments of solitude. 

While I was debating my options for a fast dash to my duffle bag, I saw two men from the site next to ours staring at me. I sank deeper into the water hoping that they hadn't noticed my lack of a bathing suit. "Good morning" they called and waved. I waved back, and subtly kept as much of me as possible in the water. I hoped that would be the end of the conversation and that they would be on their way. 

It looked as though they were preparing to launch their canoe for a morning fish. In my mind I screamed, "Please just go before John hears you." But obviously it was John that could hear my unspoken words, not the neighboring campers. 

John came down to the edge of the lake and started making small talk about fishing with them. What type of fish do they generally catch here, what type of bait were they fishing with- stuff that I really don't listen to. I enjoy fishing. Just as long as I don't have to bait my hook, don't have to touch whatever I catch and can simply cast my line out and reel it back in. 

After a bit of manly small talk, John suggested that I get out of the lake and help him by getting the eggs cooking. I glared at him. He knew I was naked and was toying with me. 

I tried to stall the inevitable. "Just a few more minutes John" I smiled sweetly and innocently. 

John raised an eyebrow. Ugghh, I knew that look. "Okay, I'm coming..." 

I started out of the water quickly with my arms across my breasts, eyes down in embarrassment. I could feel the stares of the men. My plan was to make a dash for the truck and grab my bag and dive into the tent to change. But once again, John has other ideas. 

As I tried to slide past him, John grabbed my arm. "What's the rush?" he smirked. "Don't you want to meet our neighbors?" Under his breath John growled, "Put your hands by your side and don't even think of covering yourself again unless I tell you to". I did so, still unable to raise my eyes. John grabbed the D ring of the collar forcing my face up and introduced me as his pet to our wide eyed neighbors. Their first reaction was to simply stare, and then the knowledge dawned in their eyes and they both grinned wickedly at me. I was excited and humiliated at the same time. 

"We are headed out onto the water ourselves shortly" John told them, "but we'll be back later on tonight." "Come on over and visit- have a drink with us and maybe my pet will be in a more friendly mood by then". All men smiled knowingly and confirmed that they would indeed stop by to later. 

When they were a few hundred yards out onto the water, John finally released my collar and I ran for my bag, dug out a bathing suit- my favorite tankini and dressed hurriedly. 

We had a filling, leisurely breakfast of scrambled eggs, bacon and coffee. Clean up went quickly and I prepared a picnic lunch while John readied the kayaks. 

It was a perfect day. The sun was shining and there was a slight breeze- enough to cool you off, but not enough to push the kayaks around on the water. 

John and I stashed our things into the watertight compartments. Sun lotion, towels, a blanket, water bottles... Ahh, it was a perfect day to be on the lake. 

Saturday afternoon

We got onto the water and I couldn't imagine a more beautiful day. The lake was already dotted with boaters of all sorts- small sailboats, canoes, kayaks and motor boats. Along the sandy beach, sunbathers were busy staking their portion of space with blankets and towels. 

John and I paddled separately yet together, we enjoyed each others' companionship, shared stories and engaged in friendly banter. The lake was littered with islands, big and small. A few of the larger ones had people camping on them, while some of the small ones were barely big enough to hold a cluster of pine trees which appeared to be desperately clinging to the tiny bit of earth rising out of the water. 

We explored the shorelines, the coves, and the rocks just below the surface. A few short hours later we pulled the kayaks up onto one of the smaller deserted islands to indulge in our picnic lunch and avoid the high noon sun. 

John and I took a quick dip to wash off the sweat from the exertion of paddling. The day felt at least 10 degrees cooler in the shade of the trees and it was a welcome break. 

Covering the island were wild blueberry bushes. While I spread out the blanket, John grabbed a bowl and went to gather us an impromptu snack. We feasted on the fresh fruit, cold sandwiches and cheese curls. It was washed down with slightly warm, but still refreshing water from our bottles. I was feeling relaxed, sanguine and content. 

I rolled over on the blanket and smiled languorously up at John. He reached over and rubbed my sensitive nipples to stiff buds. My body heated up instantly. I made a soft moan of delight and that was the only encouragement he needed. John got a gleam in his eye and I knew that we was going to play. 

John rose without saying a word, and went over to the kayaks. He pulled a bag out of the compartment. I realized he had packed more than the basics for this trip. I was seeing rope and lots of it. 

While John busied himself with the next scene we were to partake in, I cleaned up lunch and carefully stowed the leftover food back into the kayaks. By the time I was done, John seemed anxious to begin. I was told to strip. Unlike earlier this wasn't difficult as there was no one around. We had the island to ourselves and the cover of late August growth made the interior of the island nearly invisible. 

John led me over to a group of trees. He carefully tied my wrists and ankles to the prepared branches. I was spread eagle and getting hornier by the minute. John made a makeshift blindfold out of my tankini and stuffed the bathing suit bottoms into my mouth, securing it with more rope. 

John then rubbed some of the remaining blueberries into my tits and started licking and sucking the juice off making me groan with delight. My nipples were hard and erect. I wanted him to touch my pussy and lick the blueberries there too. I tried to demonstrate my desires with my body arching towards him, silently begging to be licked. 

Instead, he took more rope and bound my breasts tightly, making my nipples even more sensitive. Shooting darts of pleasure radiated down to my pussy, making me throb and crave his touch. John laughed. He was enjoying his own joke. I could hear him, but I didn't get it until I felt the clothes pins being placed onto my nipples. 

I was out my mind with sensations. At this time John did in fact take a handful of blueberries and smear then all over and inside my soaking wet pussy. "Mmmmm" John said knowingly, "I see my little slut is enjoying herself." I could only groan into my makeshift gag in reply. 

His fingers plunged into my pussy hooking up to my G spot. I practically came, grinding with the limited movement I had on his hand. 

John anticipated this, and with his free hand he slapped my ass hard. Ohhh, I love being spanked. And the very idea that we were in broad daylight on an island in the middle of the lake was incredibly hot. 

"Today slut, you will not cum until I tell you that you can" John breathed into my ear. He said this while he continued his onslaught on my pussy and ass and I was drowning in the sensations. I struggled now to avoid his fingers in my pussy as I knew that I was so close and I didn't want to displease him. 

He moved away from me briefly. My curiosity was short lived, because he must have only been grabbing a towel or blanket. The next thing I felt was fingers spreading my hood and his hot tongue assaulting my clit. He would lick it gently, and then grate his teeth across the sensitive nodule until without warning I came hot and fast. I desperately tried to clamp my legs shut as the orgasm shook my body, but bound as I was, there was no escape. John had planned this. He knew that I would not be able to avoid climax. He loved the idea that he could punish me later for this transgression. My body was on fire with the combined pleasure and pain. 




Summer Sexploration



John slapped my pussy and told me that I would need to be disciplined for not obeying, for cuming without permission. He spread my pussy wide again and I felt two more clothes pins being placed on the lips, holding my pussy open and exposed. I struggled with the pain, panting into the gag, sweat pouring down my face. I could hear John close by, circling me, occasionally slapping my ass, my tits and my pussy. I was almost beyond reason. 

I strained to listen to what he was saying. It seemed to be a one sided conversation, describing how I looked and what he had done and how I was reacting. I could hear words but was having trouble making sense of it thorough the pain and excitement. I was desperate for more, his hands, his mouth, his cock. 

Eventually, the clothespins were removed from my nipples and I cried out silently from behind the gag as the blood came rushing back into them. My tits were still bound in the rope and throbbed with each beat of my heart. I was almost shaking with fear at the knowledge of how my pussy would react when the clothespins were removed from the lips. John sucked on my clit as he quickly removed the pins and I writhed in pain and delight. He continued gently lapping my pussy juices until I came once again and all but collapsed from the torment. 

The gag was removed once John knew that I could be quiet, and my blindfold undone. The binds attaching me to the trees were dismantled. My wrists were next secured to the back of my head to the collar. I was placed in a kneeling position and knew what was expected of me. 

He removed his swim trunks and I coated his hard awaiting cock in my saliva and sucked it greedily into my mouth, desperate to please him. John held my head by my hair and pumped in and out of my opened mouth making me gag as he stuffed himself into the back of my throat. Each time I almost puked, he'd pull out enough to allow me to breathe and recover. I was drooling profusely, I could feel it running down my face, onto my tied, throbbing tits, mixing with sweat and sun lotion. 

He was talking dirty, telling me what a dirty little hoar I was and how much it turned him on to use me to his liking. This was making me hot, hearing him telling me such things and I sucked with more vigor and ran my tongue over the hard flesh of his cock, flicking my tongue over the tips and tasting his precum. I wanted to feel his cum spew all over my face and tits. I lapped at his cock and sucked it as deep as I could. Intermittently, John would hold my head to his body, his cock buried deep in my throat and I would be unable to breathe. 

Occasionally John would reach down and pinch my nipples so that I was gasping and panting as he continued to pound into my face. I would look up at him with hunger in my eyes and he knew that I was enjoying this as much as he was. 

I knew when he was about to explode and stuck my tongue out as he spurted all over me, tasting him on my lips and tongue. I pulled him back into my mouth as he started to come down from his climax, making him growl with the pleasure and pain of my mouth squeezing out the last of it. He pulled my head off of him and collapsed on the blanket with me. 

Once John had had time to regain his senses, he freed my arms and unbound my tits. We lay together naked chatting lightly and enjoying the aftermath of a great sexual encounter. Later, we took another dip in the lake- this time skinny dipping together, touching and caressing each others' naked satisfied bodies in the soft, relaxing water. 

After cleaning up the items that we had strewn about the island, the kayaks were packed and we spent the remaining hours skimming the surface of the water enjoying the lake as the heat of the day subsided. 

Saturday evening

We were back at the campsite. Both of us had showered and felt refreshed and clean. It wasn't quite dinner time, so we settled down to relax by the fire. John started it quickly and soon we were watching the flames as they danced and created magic in the air. Words were few, as they weren't really necessary. It was a time for introspection and both of us were lost in our own thoughts and memories of the day. 

I was enjoying my second rum and Diet Coke while John fished a hard cider for himself out of the cooler. It was relaxing and wonderful spending this time together. No family or friends to interrupt. No complications or deadlines. No plans or itinerary. Just fate directing the path of the weekend. 

John smiled at me and stroked my hair as he walked over to sit beside me. "What are you thinking about slut?" he murmured. Others may be offended by the denotation, but I am not. I practically purr up at him and he knew that I was pleased with the course of the day's events. 

The alcohol was having a soothing affect and my limbs felt heavy and my mind subdued. This was a welcome change from the normal chaos of life and the anxiety I struggle with many days. 

Dinner was light. Some hot dogs grilled over the flames on sticks and potato salad from the cooler. I had planned on a nice salad too, but never got around to making it. Neither of us minded. 

The light was fading and the air cooling. I shivered slightly and moved closer to the fire. John got me another drink, this time just a small cup of rum. I wanted it to warm me up- the alcohol was coursing in my veins and had made me mellow and pliable. John was on his second drink which is more than usual for him. He likes to be in control and typically drinks very little. 

I was feeling a bit tipsy as the stars began to peek out in the dark sky. There were more stars visible at the campground than I can see from my home in the city with all the lights obscuring the view. 

I got up to get another drink and John motioned for me to come to him as I returned. He gently took the drink from my hand and pulled me across his lap. He rubbed my ass softly, caressing it gently. His hand found my pussy and clit through my jeans and he began to rub me through the material, teasing me. Occasionally he would reach under my shirt and pinch my nipples through my bra until I was squirming and anxious for more, at which point John would all but subside his ministration leaving me wanting more. 

Neither of us noticed when our neighbors strolled over to visit our campsite. Both men stood quietly at the edge of the fire, coughing slightly, as to alert John and I to their presence. 

John acknowledged them, but he didn't seem to be in any hurry to stop what he was involved in. I was glad to be face down so that none can see how red my face had become. He invited them to have a seat and introduced himself and me once again as his pet. My actual name has no relevance. 

They chatted about their fishing endeavor (or lack of success), how beautiful the lake was from the boat and the weather in general. All this time John continued to play with me while the guys (we learned their names were Paul and Doug) enjoyed a few beers. During this time, I was doing everything in my power to not make any noise, to not let on to them the tormented state I was in. 

After Paul and Doug had knocked back 4 or 5 beers, they became a bit more brazen. Paul asked John about my collar, and his reference to me as his pet. They were intrigued and wanted to know how much control over me he had. 

John decided to show them rather than tell them. "Slut, get up and go over to that fallen tree" John said. 

I got up slowly, and looked at John with a mixture of hope that he'd change his mind and excitement over whatever he had in store. Slowly wasn't what he had in mind. I had hesitated too long. John grabbed the D ring in my collar and yanked me along behind him, I staggered to keep up. He bent me over the tree and demanded that I remain still for him. I knew what was next. 

A fallen tree branch made for a makeshift paddle and it was slapped repeatedly on the ass. I held my breath. "Aren't you forgetting something again, slut?" John barked. 

Oh God, I forgot to count. Thwap, thwap, thwap...There were too many to count, but I tried as I could between breaths. "One, two, three, thank you sir". 

"Four...eleven...nineteen..." He had never gone this long and I was sobbing quietly. At twenty he stopped and rubbed my ass gently with his hand. He told me to stand and remove my clothing. I was at a point of not thinking or questioning. I simply removed the articles of clothing as quickly as possible. 

John was showing the men how red my ass was and how warm to the touch. He reached between my legs and found the wetness there that I wished I could deny. "See how much she enjoys the pain and humiliation?" 

John had me bend over the tree again, this time naked. He left me there while he retrieved something from the truck, while our visitors stared blatantly and leeringly at me. 

John stopped at the picnic table and laid out a huge assortment of toys for the men to regard. He had packed floggers and paddles, crops and evil sticks. He had vibrators and butt plugs, nipple clamps and gags. I had no idea that he had brought so much. 

Doug and Paul were practically salivating. Paul was running the soft leather flogger through his hands when John offered him an opportunity to use it. I cringed inwardly wondering, would he get the leather to sting or maybe just caress my flesh with it? He gave me a series of blows worthy of any Master. My skin smarted and I shook violently. Paul then looked to John, who nodded his approval as Paul then licked the welts and fingered my wetness. Doug, not to be outdone or left out, asked for an opportunity as well. John, seeing my discomfort and my marked ass, decided to offer Doug a different option. 

John told me to stand and to lean back on the log, with my tits thrust out. I felt so much more vulnerable and exposed, yet grateful for the hiatus from my ass. 

Paul selected a crop with a long handle. He started by running it gently across my tits, teasing my nipples to arousal. He slapped my inner thighs, forcing my legs apart and teased my clit slapping it, then rubbing the long handle up and down making me ride it. Paul took the last swig of his beer and sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, allowing the warm wetness to drown me in delight. He then stuck the mouth of his beer bottle into my pussy and started to fuck me slowly, stretching me. 

I was so humiliated, yet I couldn't help but hump the bottle, yearning for release. Paul and Doug both thought this to be incredibly hot. I reached for my swollen clit and started to rub it vigorously while riding the beer bottle. I was feeling like a woman possessed, drunk on the endorphins coursing throughout my body from the sexual torment. 

John decided to change the game slightly. He moved everyone into the tent and handed me my favorite vibrator. "Slut, we want to watch you fuck yourself." John and the 2 visitors sat on the sides of me while I lay back into the sleeping bag. I took the vibrator and slid it easily into my hot, wet hole. The vibrator was on low, but my body was throbbing. "Don't cum until I tell you to slut" John reminded me. Oh, how could I not? 

John kissed me deeply while I fucked myself and Doug and Paul grabbed my huge nipples and licked and sucked them while they jerked themselves off. I told John that I couldn't last long and to please give me permission to come. But he wouldn't. It was part of the game. 

When I did come, it was hard and fast, as I knew I would be... and without permission. Doug quickly placed himself between my legs and was lapping up my cum and fingering my ass. Paul came all over my face and tits when he heard me lose control. John was whispering in my ear what a good pet I was. How much it pleased him to see what a slut I was. That I was his cum slut to play with as he pleased. 

For the next hours, one, two or sometimes all three of them fucked me, covering me in their cum and pushing my body beyond any thought, to a point where the only thing I recognized was the myriad of sensations and feelings. 

For the second night, I passed out into a dreamless sex induced haze. 

Sunday morning

I experienced déjà vu, as again, I awoke alone in the tent. I always wondered how it is that John is able to fall asleep after me, yet always is up and about before I am. 

I peeked out of the tent to see John was sitting by the fire reading a book sipping coffee. He hadn't noticed that I was awake and was lost in whatever it was that he was reading. I was naked with no clothing options available to me. So, for the second morning in a row, I dashed across our campsite, naked, and jumped into the pristine lake. 

John looked up with a start when he heard the splash and smiled knowingly at me. John knew that as much as I enjoyed sex, I liked to clean up afterwards. Having slept in it, I had cum dried onto every part of my body, in my hair and that I desperately needed to freshen up. At this point I felt that there was no need to be bashful of the neighboring site. 

I scrubbed myself clean of bodily fluids and John tossed me a bottle of travel shampoo to quickly wash the sticky mess out of my hair. Once I was satisfied with the results, I floated lazily in the water allowing my tits to pop out of the water and closed my eyes against the sun. John came to stand on the bank to watch me and remarked that parts of me looked a bit pink and did I perhaps get a bit too much sun yesterday? We both knew why certain parts were pinker than others. He gave me a conspiring wink. 

I made us breakfast of French toast with warm maple syrup and sausage links to go with the coffee that John had already brewed. I had worked up quite an appetite last night and I ate with such vigor that John couldn't help but laugh at me. 

We had a quite morning at the campsite, both of us fairly exhausted from the previous day's activities. We made love quietly, slowly in the tent then drifted off for a light nap. 

Sunday afternoon

After lunch we decided to go down to the beach. It was a beautiful day and we grabbed our towels and followed the path twisting along the lake's edge to the crowded strip of beach that ever camper within 10 miles seemed to gravitate to as well. 

I was wearing my brown one piece bathing suit that was cut obscenely low with a sarong around my waist. John was shirtless with and orange bathing suit that complemented his end of summer tan. His powerful legs always turn me on and I was enjoying the view walking along behind him. 

We found a small space and put our things down and stretched out in the sun. It was luxurious. Eventually the heat of the sun was enough to herd us into the lake with the rest of the campers. We moved out deep and enjoyed touching each other under cover of the water. People probably knew what we were doing, but couldn't be sure as our hands were hidden beneath the surface. 

We alternated between fooling around in the water, swimming in the liquid sunshine, to playing catch with a tennis ball. At one point another couple joined us in a game of monkey in the middle. They were about the same age as us, easy going and interesting. I despise incompetence and stupidity, but they seemed intelligent and educated. We even discussed maybe having dinner together later that night. 

I was standing in the water, almost neck deep when John swam up behind me and pulled one of my tits out of the restraint of the fabric. As I said before, the bathing suit was cut obscenely low and made for very easy access (reason #1 why I bought it). I leaned my head back against his chest longing for him to kiss my shoulders and neck while he caressed my nipple. 

The licks and nibbles came as expected and the hands on my tits grew more urgent and demanding. I suggested that this wasn't exactly the best time or place for this and maybe we should head back to the campsite. I got no reply, just silence and pinching and fondling. I must admit the sensations through out my body were delightful and I relaxed enjoying myself. 

It was then that John swam in front of me and asked me how I was enjoying the water. I started to panic. I trust John, but not knowing who was groping me was unnerving. John held my frantic gaze and told me to relax and close my eyes and to trust his judgment. 

The hands moved lower and slid over my shaven mound. They were touching my pussy through the thin bathing suit fabric, rubbing my swollen clit, stroking my ass. The hand slid into the leg of my bathing suit to my wetness and dipped fingers in, curling up to my G spot. I spread my legs wide relishing in the feeling, locking my eyes on John. He was enjoying this and had moved to be directly in front of me, locking my hands together in front of me and, preventing me from moving around to see the invader. 

I guessed that it would be the boyfriend of the couple we had just met in the water. I thought I remembered their names to be Ted and Maria. They were both tall people. I hadn't seen them stand side by side, but would guess that she might have him by an inch or so. He was built like a linebacker, with darkly tanned skin, a goatee and bald head. She was a dark featured; perhaps Spanish and a short pixie hair cut that framed her features and made her appear more delicate than I guessed she was. 

I was fingered to climax right there in the water in front of hundreds of people who didn't even know it. I bucked against the hand and bit my lip in frustration of not making any noise. Panting, I fell forward against John. As I finished reeling from the climax I rolled my head to gaze blushingly at, not Ted, but Maria. 

I have never even kissed a girl let along had an intimate encounter. But it had happened. John and I had discussed that I was curious and that maybe, someday I would like to have the experience. They say, you should try everything in life once... But this was not the way I expected it to happen. 

John was watching my expression carefully. He had seen an opportunity and taken it. He now awaited the results. I didn't know how to react. I didn't know what to say. I was horribly uncomfortable when suddenly Ted broke the silence. 

"I couldn't help but notice that you were wearing a collar," he began. That was when I realized or rather, comprehended that what had appeared at first to be a corded necklace was in fact a collar on Ted. Additionally, he had wrist cuffs that I hadn't noticed when we had been playing catch in the water.

He grinned broadly at me. I was still speechless. John jumped into the conversation and explained simply that Maria had seen my collar and approached him while we were playing catch and asked for his permission to play with me. Knowing how I would react if I was aware of the situation, John had decided to go for a more subtle approach and simply allowed me to be misled. 

I was still trying to wrap my head around it all. "Let's go back to our site and have some dinner and drinks together so we can get to know each other better" Ted suggested. I knew that I still had the deer-in-the-headlights look to me and simply followed along holding John's hand. 

When we got to their site, I was taken aback by the huge beautiful camper. And inside was even more luxurious than it appeared from the outside. It was fully equipped and truly a home away from home. Just to the right of the entrance was the dining area and immediately to the left was a kitchen with every convenience necessary to an experienced cook. Through the kitchen area was a bathroom and a spare bedroom which was set up as a small office with every sort of high tech item imaginable. At the far end of the camper was a small, but beautiful master bedroom. The bed took up almost all of the room and was decorated exquisitely. It looked posh and sensuous. 

After the tour, Ted started cooking and we sat down with Maria and enjoyed a glass of Shiraz. She told us all about how she and Ted had met online and enjoyed being active in the BDSM community. They were truly a remarkable couple. Ted was an ex-Marine and currently a Systems Analyst. Maria was in Sales and Marketing. They both were able to do the majority of their work from home and made their own hours. They spent lots of time traveling the country in the RV and enjoying life on their own terms. 




Summer Sexploration



Ted served an amazing dinner- a lovely light lobster sauce over linguine. It was a welcome meal after our good, but rustic campfire meals. It was followed by more wine, then a chocolate mousse that practically melted in your mouth. It was delightful. 

John shared with them our weekend endeavors and they listened intently while I struggled to remain aloof and unaffected. Maria smiled and purred that she wouldn't mind giving me some disciple herself. John and Ted both seemed intrigued by the idea. I looked at John with a mixture of disbelief and fear and anticipation and nerves. John is very protective of me, and would never put me in any situation that was more than I could handle or harmful to me in any way. "Go ahead" was all he said. I must have turned 10 shades of red and was having trouble breathing. 

"Don't worry, slut" Maria crooned, "we are going to have lots of fun together." 

She took my hand and led me down the hall way to the bathroom. The door was shut and Maria turned on the water. I simply stared, awaiting a command. "Strip". One word, but the affect was immense. 

Not wanting to know what would happen if I didn't follow direction, I quickly complied and stood motionless with my hands to my side and eyes cast down. Maria motioned for me to get into the shower. I did and the warm water was relaxing and refreshing. Moments later, Maria joined me and took the soap and softly began washing my tits, teasing my nipples with her nails and feeling their weight. She had me lean back into the water and gently washed my hair with beautiful smelling shampoo and rinsed it clean. She repeated the process on herself and rubbed her soapy breasts against mine brushing her nipples to my lips and pressing her body forward encouraging me to suckle her nipples. 

I tried to think about how I enjoy John licking and sucking my nipples and repeated the motions on Maria. She had huge tits and large areolas. I pulled one into my mouth and played with the nipple with my teeth and touch, teasing, tasting and testing this new sensation. She groaned and grabbed me by the hair and pressed me to her flesh. 

Her hands soaped my belly and she was teasing my nipples and sucking on them vigorously. I anticipated having a hickey on my nipple in the morning. I continued to touch her flesh as she touched mine, following her lead. We kissed deeply under the stream of water from the shower head. Maria sucked my lower lip into her mouth and chewed lightly on it. I explored her mouth too and ran my tongue around her lips. 

Suddenly, she took my wrists and fastened them to some previously unnoticed restraints high above me. She soaped my pussy and I tried desperately to ignore the growing need in my body. Maria took her loofa and stuffed it into my mouth and began fingering me hard. She rubbed my clit and I climaxed quickly and unexpected. For that I got a very harsh slap to my pussy. "I didn't tell you to cum, bitch!" she hissed. I was so humiliated and embarrassed and turned on. 

Maria undid the restraints and pushed me to my knees. I knew what was expected of me, but unsure if I could do it. I felt the luffa burn across my back. I tentatively started to lick her. I could taste her wetness and felt the water of the shower streaming down my face. Anytime I began to become too hesitant or not please her, I would feel the luffa create anther welt across my backside. I used my fingers and tongue and eventually with her help, got her to climax. 

She pulled me up to a standing position and kissed me deeply. "Mmmm, that was a good first attempt, slut" she said with a glint in her eye. 

We moved to the bedroom in the back of the camper. John and Ted were sitting cramped in the two chairs along the wall. John was smiling broadly. I could barely meet his eyes. 

The big screen TV was on and when Ted pushed a button, I saw a silver screen version of my first lesbian encounter. The entire thing had been filmed. "Don't worry," Maria said coyly, "you'll get a copy too". 

The bed was turned down, and Maria told me to get on it and lay on my belly. I complied. Maria proceeded to gag me then hog tie me. She suspended me from a hoist in the ceiling. On my nipples, she attached nipple clamps with weights and I was straining against the pain. She laid down under me and pulled my clit into her mouth and sucked on it making it swollen and inflamed. She fingered my soaking wet pussy and abused my clit with her tongue and teeth. I came at least three times, each time struggling to avoid her assault on my pussy while the climax rocked my body. 

Eventually, Maria lowered me onto the bed and untied the restraints. She alternated between kissing me all over and cropping every inch of skin that was available to her. All the time Ted and John sat there stroking their hard cocks and trying to maintain control. When Maria did finally feel that I had had enough, she told both men to do with me as they pleased. 

John immediately shoved his cock into my mouth, while Ted opted to fuck my ass. Both men rocked me back and forth and came deep inside of me. I lay unable to move and sexually spent. 

When I awoke it was morning, this time I wasn't alone. No déjà vu today. In fact, I was in the bed with 3 other people. I tried not to move or breathe as to not wake anyone. I saw John's eyes pop open and he smiled a soft, gentle, relaxed smile. He was looking deep into my eyes for truth. 

"Are you enjoying your summer sexploration, slut?" he asked. I could only blush and nod in accord.



Summer Share



I was nervous about accepting the share. It was more money than I wanted to spend, but I liked Jen, who I worked with and her Sonia. I felt like I had to "audition" for them, which made me feel strange. They had me meet them at a bar uptown and I saw that there were several girls around my age (24) milling about. I knew that this is the way they always did it; they picked two from a pool of girls that they knew. This time I made the cut. Mira, the other girl they chose, was a tall beautiful blonde who worked in fashion. We met over drinks at a bar a couple of weeks later after Jen told me the good news. I was nervous, of course, meeting Mira alone. I had just told Jen that I was gay. I had come out only the year before, and I'd had only one relationship since then, with a girl I'd met online. I was attracted to femme women like myself, and Mira was ultra-femme. She entered the bar wearing a tight black skirt, a white top and sandals, looking like she'd just left a spa. Her fingernails and toenails were done and her gorgeous tanned body made her look like she'd just returned from some island in the Caribbean. Jen had told me that she'd been a catalog model before she went into magazines and she looked it. She was taller than me by an inch or two and we made quite a contrasting pair. I was skinny and pale, with freckles and light brown hair, which I'd recently cut. I was wearing jeans and a tank top, my usual outfit for such a hot day. I was wearing a bra, although it was barely necessary; no one was staring at my b-cups as I walked over to greet Mira. 

"Hi Katie," she said. "Nice to see you again."

Her big smile put me at ease and we sat down and had a great conversation. We were going to share a room together and it was good to lay down some "ground rules" to go along with some of the rules that Jen and Sonia had already laid down ("no smoking in the house, take off your shoes at the door, etc.).

We'd barely sat down when Mira asked. "So Jen tells me that you're gay?"

I blushed and looked away. I couldn't believe Jen had told her. 

"Are you mad?" she asked.

"No."

"Yes you are."

"Annoyed."

"Don't be. I asked her. I made her tell me."

"How did you do that?"

"I can be really annoying and persistent when I want to be."

Oh?"

"And I'm bisexual," she said. "I was engaged to a guy a couple of years ago, but I just couldn't give up women."

"Oh."

"I'd been seeing this girl in my spinning class, a Russian girl, absolutely gorgeous but a real handful, but she's away for the summer. So how about you?"

"No one lately. I hate the bar scene. Lesbian bars are worse than straight ones."

Mira laughed. "I know."

"And I'm not looking forward to the whole club scene out there. I'm going for the sun and the sand and the water...all the boring things, I guess. I plan to read a lot and relax; let Jen and Sonia go clubbing every night."

"I'm with you.

We finished our drinks and ordered some more. Pretty soon it was evident that Jen and Sonia had bailed out. Mira finally reached her on her phone and Jen gave her some half-assed excuse about working late. "I guess they wanted us to hang out alone," she said.

"I guess."

We left the bar together and Mira got into a cab. As we said our goodbyes, I felt a little excited. We hugged each other and Mira gave me a kiss on the cheek. She smelled wonderful, and I couldn't help but wonder what she'd be like in bed.

The house was about a half mile from the beach and had two bedrooms upstairs with two single bed, two bathrooms and a kitchen, living room and dining room. We were to have the house to ourselves for the whole summer; Jen and Sonia were going to work from the house for most of July and take all of August off. Me and Mira had to go back to the city to work. I took the train to town and found Mira there, greeting me at the station. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail and she was wearing cut off jeans a T-shirt and flip-flops, but a lot of make-up. We hugged and she led me to her car, a small convertible. "I forget to tell you that I'm a spoiled little rich bitch," she said. "You wouldn't believe how much I have to spend each month to keep this in a garage."

We picked up some food and wine in town and drove to the house. Jen and Sonia were there with some guys and we had some cocktails. I went into our room to unpack and Mira followed me. When I turned around she grabbed me and hugged me, laughing. "I am so glad to see you, she said.

I hugged her back. "I'm so glad to see you too!"

"These guys are so boring... and Jen and Sonia are being really annoying."

"And it's only your first day."

"I know!" We giggled like teenage girls and then went back into the living room. Jen suggested that we go to the beach, so we hastily threw some things together and drove there, Mira, making sure that we went together in her car. When we go to the beach it was almost sunset.

We put a blanket down and then took off our shorts and T-shirts. I was wearing a red bikini, one that I'd had for years. Mira was wearing a brand new suite, a yellow one that looked amazing on her. Her body was perfectly toned. I was jealous and turned on at the same time. Mira looked at my suit and took one of the straps and snapped it. 

"Cute," she said.

"I need another one."

"Maybe tomorrow we'll go shopping."

"It's so expensive here."

"I know a place."

"Ok."

The rest of the night was a blur. We tried to swim, but the waves were too rough. Then we went to a seafood place with Jen and Sonia's friends and then a party. Everyone was nice to me, but I was bored, and I was feeling anxious as well. I was developing a huge crush on Mira. It didn't help that the next morning, feeling slightly hung-over, that we went shopping for bathing suits together. My crush was quickly turning to lust, and I didn't know what to do. While changing from one suite to another, Mira confessed to not being a natural blonde, and I laughed as she showed me the perfectly trimmed evidence. We both tried on several suits, with me buying one, and Mira buying two. It was hard to look at her as she modeled them for me. I wanted her so much.

The rest of the day seemed to unfold the same way as the day before. People came over, plans were made and Mira and I never had a chance to be alone. That night we were dragged to a club and sat at a noisy table which we got by buying a bottle of vodka for $400.00 to be split between 10 people, mostly Jen and Sonia's friends. I tried to rally, but Mira could see that I was getting annoyed, so she suggested that we leave and take a walk along the docks. Outside she grew quiet, almost shy. I asked her what was wrong.

"Why don't we just get it over with," Mira said.

"It?" I asked.

She took my hand in hers and rubbed it. Then she leaned into me and we kissed.

"Feel better?" 

"Yes," I said.

"I've been wanting to do that all day."

We walked along the docks holding hands, barely noticing the people who walked by.

"You know that they set this whole thing up," she said.

"I'm beginning to think so."

Mira took me by the hand and led me to a quiet place on the dock. We kissed again, and she put her arms around my waist and pulled me toward her. 

"Come home with me now," she said.

"Are you alright to drive?" I asked

"Sure."

I don't remember the ride back to the house. I know that Mira drove a little recklessly, but the roads were empty and we got back to the house. Mira led me into the bedroom and pushed me down on my bed and got on top of me, kissing me, grinding into me. I put my arms around her and drew her closer, caressing her. I pulled her top off and kissed her breasts through her bra. She pulled off my shirt and we pressed our breasts together, rubbing against each other as we kissed and touched each other. Mira kissed my neck and glided her tongue down to my chest. I took my bra off and she took off hers. "Let's be naked together," she whispered. "I want all of you."

She pulled me off the bed and we stood facing each other. "Are we doing the right thing?" I asked.

She touched my face. "Of course we are, babe." We each pulled our skirts off and faced each other. Then we embraced and I put my arms around her neck and kissed her, putting my tongue into her mouth, holding her tight. She met my tongue with hers and held me tighter, then putting her hand down my back and under my skirt and panties. I let go of her and kneeled down and pulled down my panties, kissing my already dripping pussy as she gazed up at me, her beautiful brown eyes locking with mine. She kissed my pussy again and then stood up and pulled down her panties and we embraced. "I want to ravage you," she said, kissing me. 

"I hope so," I said.

We fell on the bed and grinded into each other, sucking and licking our breasts. I felt so fee with her, wanting every inch of my body kissed and licked as much as I wanted to kiss and lick every inch of hers. I took each of her breasts into my mouth and sucked, licking and biting the nipple, teasing them, swirling around them with my tongue, taking as much of them into my mouth as I could. She moaned and held me tighter, grabbing my ass and pulling me nearer, grinding me as we sucked and licked. Then we began to rub each other's pussies with our hands. Mira moved her hand over my labia, massaging my clit as I bucked and moaned, inserting one, then two fingers into my vagina and fucked me as she rubbed my clit with her thumb, I did the same, slowly fingering her as she begged me to go harder and we lay facing each other and kissing as we wringed each other into a explosive orgasm, writhing and moaning as we worked each other's pussies harder and faster, finally cumming and collapsing, laying on our backs exhausted and holding hands. She turned to me and smiled. "Feel good?" she asked.

"Yes."

We moved back together and kissed. "We're just getting started," she said. 

"I know."

She put put her hand on my ass and wrapped her leg around my waist. We kissed again and I got on top, grinding into her. I kissed around her neck and ears, sucking her earlobe and neck, then going down between her breasts and belly. "Eat my pussy," she whispered.

I spread her legs and kissed the inside of both of her thighs, going down her legs and then kissing her ankles. Then I glided my tongue down one calf, then the other as she breathed in and out, begging me to kiss her pussy. Then I kissed the inside of one thigh then the other as I came closer to her pussy, finally kissing it, taking it in my mouth and sucking on it with my lips and then gently nibbling on her clit with my teeth and then flicking it with my tongue as Mira bucked and moaned underneath me grabbing my hair my her hands. "Feels so good," she said.

I looked up at her and she took my face into her hands, pulling me toward her, kissing me and sucking on my tongue. 

"I want your pussy," she said. She pushed me down on the bed and we got into a 69, devouring each other's drenched pussies. As I licked the whole of her, she did the same. I grabbed her ass and put my tongue inside her, licking her, sucking on her as she did the same. My legs began to shake under her and I moaned as I got closer. She bucked as I licked her clit faster and harder and she buried her face in my pussy and soon we were cumming again, barely able to breathe, passing out from the absolute ecstasy of it all. When it was over we were barely able to move, slowly finding each other in the dark and holding each other close, our arms and legs tangled together, lips touching, kissing, crying.

We woke up in each other's arms, the bed sheet barely covering us. Mira kissed me good morning and we shyly kissed and cuddled for over a half hour. I wanted to ravage it all over again. We couldn't talk at first; we just smiled. It seemed hard for us to put into words how we felt.

"Good morning babe," she said.

"Good morning."

"You were amazing last night."

"So were you."

Mira smirked. "We're did you learn to eat pussy like that?" She asked. "I must've come like five times." 

I gave Mira an innocent look and laughed and then took into my arms, squeezing her tight. We kissed more passionately and then we heard Sonia in the kitchen blasting the radio. We got up and showered. Making out again in the shower and then afterwards, while drying off. I dressed and went into the kitchen, while Mira took her time getting herself together. Sonia was at the kitchen table and greeted me with a smile. Then Jen came into the kitchen and kissed Sonia full smack on the lips. "Good morning," she said.

"Good morning," Sonia said.

Jen looked over at me and smiled. "You know, right?"

I must've turned red, because Jen laughed.

"You're blushing!"

I put my hands over my face and sighed. 

"Well, it's a good idea," I said. 

Suddenly, Mira walked in wearing her new pale blue bikini. She came over to my chair and kissed me. She looked even more beautiful, her suit glowing over her dark tan. 

"Hi babe," she said. She looked over at Jen and Sonia, still holding each other. "So know everything is in the open?" 

"Yes," I said.

"Good." Mira pulled me out of the chair and we kissed again. 

"So who's going to the beach?" She asked.

The day was overcast and the waves were so big that we were afraid to go swimming. Jen and Sonia ran into some friends and hung out with them while Mira and I lay down on the beach together desperately trying to keep our hands off of each other. Mira insisted on smearing sunblock over my "beautiful porcelain skin," her hands felt so good that I could hardly stand it. I put some on her, although her skin was now a beautiful golden brown and we sneaked a kiss.

"They're going to hang out those guys for the rest of the day," Mira said. "What should we do?"

"Hmmmm..." I said.

"You're my girlfriend now, right?"

"Of course I am."

"You'll come over this week and see my place?"

"I can't wait."

Mira took my hand and kissed it. I wouldn't let go.

Soon, Jen and Sonia returned and said that they were going to a club with some friends, which gave Mira and I the perfect excuse to back to the house. We left the beach and got into Mira's car, still in our bathing suits. The whole time I felt nervous and Mira could sense it.

"What are you so nervous about?" She asked me.

I looked away from her and smiled. I couldn't stop smiling.

"Nothing," I said.

"I can't wait to get you back to the house. We're going to have so much fun."

"We are."

She kept looking over at me and smiling, rubbing my knee, playing with my hair. Then she stepped on the gas and we began to speed down the highway. "I can't wait anymore," she said.

We got to the house. Mira kicked off her shoes and shorts and began to pull off her bathing suit. I did the same, and then we 

went to the kitchen and got beers and I sat down at the kitchen table 

and Mira stood, leaning against the counter, her beautiful tanned body right in front of me.

"I could tell that you weren't into it, today," she said.

"I was, but then I got bored," I said.

"It was fun for awhile, but I knew that you wanted to leave."

"All those guys...it got boring."

Mira approached me and put her beer down on the table and moved her head down and kissed me full on the lips. "You're so cute," she said. She sat down next to me and took my hand. "You know that from that first meeting that I picked you, right?"

I nodded. "From the first time I saw you at that bar, I knew that I wanted you."

"I wanted you too."

She kissed me again and our tongues met. My clit began to throb. "We have the place to ourselves," she said. "They won't be back until tonight."

She took my other hand and we stood up and began to kiss more passionately. She leaned against the counter and fell into her arms and our breasts pressed together and she kissed my neck as she wrapped her legs around mine. I'd never felt such lust in my life; all I wanted to do was have sex with this girl. I cradled her head in my hands as she licked down my neck and began sucking my left nipple. I moaned. She looked up at me and we kissed again. Then she turned me around and I leaned over and put my hands on the counter. She spanked my ass and then put her hand between my legs and spread them. She began massaging my clit as I bucked and moaned. She spanked me again. "Shhhhh," she said. "We have neighbors."

"I don't care," I said.

She rubbed harder and then took my hair with her other hand and 

pulled. I moaned again and she spanked me again. She rubbed harder and I could feel it getting closer. She could feel it too and put her hand over my mouth as I came, my legs shaking as she put her fingers inside me, our bodies drenched with sweat, my pussy throbbing as she took her hand away from my mouth and put her arm around my waist and held me as I shook, her body pressed against mine, her fingers still inside me, sweat pouring down my legs and back, mixing with hers.

"Relax," she said. "We're just getting started."



Summer Shore Sex Pt. 01



The summer after I graduated high school, I went to stay down the shore with my mother, brother Tim and my brother's friend Ed for a weekend. We were staying with Mr. and Mrs. Carsillo (my mom's friend) and her husband, their daughter Valeri, and their daughter's friend Jenny. My brother and his friend were both 16 and in the same grade as the two girls, so they already knew each other, but didn't run in the same circles. When we got to the house, we got our rooms (the two boys together, the two girls together, Mr and Mrs Carsillo got the big bedroom, and my mom and I each got our own rooms). I could already see it was gonna be a long weekend as there was only two bathrooms and I had to share the main bathroom with the four other kids. The master bath was connected to the main bedroom and the room my mom was using.

After getting all ready to go to the beach, we took two cars. I drove my mom's car with the other kids and the adults all went together. We got to the beach and picked out a nice spot away from most other people. Tim and Ed immediately ran off to do their thing and attempt to hit on girls.

I took out my cd player and laid out my towel. As I lay there with my shades on, I watched the women strip down to their bathing suits.

Valeri was wearing a floral print bikini and had long dark brown hair to go with her dark eyes and completely tanned athletic body. Jenny had on a navy blue bikini and had milky white skin and long red hair. They couldn't have looked any different. Jenny being the go-getter of the two insisted they take a couple chairs and go tan down by the water to see hot guys. Mr. Carsillo looked like a Hawaiian tourist and sat reading the paper. My mom had just finished taking her shirt off and was about to undo her shorts when she stopped abruptly and laid out on her towel. I turned my head to see what made her stop and saw Mrs. Carsillo stepping out of her shorts and sitting down into a chair next to her husband.

She looked amazing, red bikini, long dark hair and completely tanned like Valeri. She was also in great shape and unlike Valeri, who was about a 34B, she had a nice full 36D. My mom was obviously self conscious, since while she was pretty and large breasted herself, she was nowhere near as bold or fit as Mrs. Carsillo.

I tried not to stare at Mrs. Carsillo and just focus on my music. I must've fallen asleep, because I woke up to an argument between Mr. and Mrs. Carsillo. My mom and the kids were packing up and she was using her eyes to rush me along as well. We all squeezed into one of the cars and left Mr. and Mrs. Carillo behind. I had overheard conversations between my mom and Mrs Carsillo that she argued often with him, but had never seen it in person.

When we got back, mom told us all to get ready to go to the boardwalk. We were going to play mini golf before walking around and having dinner. It was only about 2pm, so were a couple hours ahead of schedule. I didn't really want to wander the boardwalk for so long, but I reluctantly agreed to go anyway. As it was finally my turn to take a shower, I was disappointed to find no hot water left. I wasn't taking a cold shower, but everyone else wanted to go. I insisted they go and I would get a ride with Mr. and Mrs. Carsillo. My mom didn't want to argue with me and took the other four with her.

I sat outside listening to my music for about a half hour before I went in to try the water. Thankfully the hot water was restored. I figured I'd take this time to jerk off too. I couldn't get the images of Valeri and Mrs. Carsillo in their bikinis out of my head. A combination of the warm water and the warm sun shining down through the window behind me felt really good as I stroked my cock. I was so hard and every stroke felt great until I shot my load against the translucent shower curtain.

As I exhaled from my final burst, I heard the bathroom door slam shut. My eyes popped open and shut off the water.

"Oh my god, is somebody in here?" a woman's voice asked.

"Mrs. Carsillo? Is that you?"

I could make out the outline of her body through the curtain and just stood there frozen.

"Rick? What are you doing here? I thought everyone was gone," she said as she danced around a little bit.

"I had to wait for the hot wa . . ."

"Sorry, hun I have to pee really bad," she blurted out as I heard her unzip her shorts and saw her dash to the toilet next to the shower.

I quickly pulled the curtain over further to ensure she couldn't see inside. I just stood there and listened so I would know when she was finished and I could get out to grab a towel. I didn't hear anything.

"Mrs. Carsillo, you still there?"

"Rick, hun, could you turn on the water? It's kinda hard to go with you right there."

I turned on the water, "Yeah no problem, as I was saying there was no hot water before so I told everyone else to go without me and I would just catch a ride with you and Mr. Carsillo."

"Uh Rick? could you not say anything either?"

"Sure, sorry I will just shut up now." I just kinda stared quietly at her outline sitting on the toilet. All I could think of was how she was 'right there' with her shorts around her ankles. I wondered if she had any tan lines, or if she had any hair around her pussy. I felt the blood rushing back to my cock. I still didn't hear anything except the shower. Maybe she was done already.

"All good Mrs. Carsillo?"

"Not yet," she said with frustration.

"Is it because you can still see my outline through the curtain? If you hand me a towel, I'll just get out of here real quick."

"I did have my eyes closed to help me picture you not here, but yes I can make see your whole outline from your head to your . . ."

Her voice just kinda drifted off. I instantly realized that I had turned my body so that she could make out my hand slowly stroking my cock and I turned back away from her.

She picked up where she left off. ". . . Well I can see your whole outline and I don't want you to come out here and see me half naked on the toilet."

And then I heard the familiar sound of someone peeing. As I turned the water off, I noticed she hadn't moved yet.

"Tell Mr. Carsillo it'll only take me like five minutes to be ready to go."

"He had a work emergency, he had to drive back North," she said angrily, then got up zipped up her shorts and left.

I got out of the shower and wrapped myself up in the towel. I held my beach clothes in front of me to hide the half hard on I had, just in case she was in the hallway. As I went to enter my room, I heard a loud crash come from further down the hall and ran to see what happened. As I got to her room the door was slightly open, I made sure my towel was secure before slowly pushing it open.

"Mrs. Carsillo, are you ok?" I saw a glass shattered on the floor by the far wall and she was sitting on her bed fighting back some tears. "Let me clean that up for you."

"Leave it," she sniffled.

I sat on the bed next to her and just held her hand. She sniffed and then looked up at me with her eyes slightly welled up with tears. She laid her head on my shoulder and took a deep breath. I put my arm around her and held her tight.

"I'm just going to rest my eyes for a bit," she said as she put her head down on my thigh.

She looked amazing to me, as I stroked her hair with my fingers, in her shorts and bikini top. She was more than just sexy in that moment. It was something about her vulnerability that made me want her more, but not just in a sexual way (though I had to shift her head toward my knee as my cock got hard again). After a couple minutes the back of her head grazed my cock as she got up. She stared into my eyes and I kissed her on the cheek as I got up to leave.

"You're a strong, beautiful woman Mrs. Carsillo, just remember that."

She looked at me with a little bit of shock and awe as I left.

"You're old enough now, just call me Felicia." she smiled as I turned to walk out the door. "And Rick, thank you."

I just smiled back at her and held my towel tight as I walked out the door, not even thinking about my obvious hard on.

After I got back to my room, I put on my boxer briefs and shorts and used the mirror to fix my hair. I admired my physique in the mirror as I was 18, 6'3 and in great shape thanks to varsity track and field. After putting on a nice button down shirt. I went back to Mrs. Carsillo's room to check her status and just as I was about to knock she opened the door.

"I was about to take a quick shower when I realized something,"

"What's that Mrs. Carsillo?"

"I said you can call me Felicia," she said softly as she then threw her arms around my neck and kissed me passionately.

I was surprised and while I enjoyed her lips on mine and her tongue slightly sticking into my mouth, I pulled her off of me.

"Felicia, we shouldn't," I proclaimed, while my inner voice yelled "WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU!!"

"You don't have to be all noble with me, Rick. I saw the outline of your cock through the curtain and felt it before. I know you want this too."

She began to unbutton my shirt and kiss my chest. I grabbed her wrists and pulled them off of me and she just pulled back and sat on the bed. She began to massage my crotch with her bare foot and my eyes rolled with excitement. I let go of her wrists and she slid off my shirt and began to kiss and nibble my chest and stomach as she undid my shorts and let them drop. She licked and put her lips on my cock through my briefs. I untied her top and took it off of her. Her breasts her completely tanned with only slight sag to them. I took turns fondling each one as she pulled down my briefs.

"Mmm, now that's a nice cock." She then proceeded to lick my shaft up and down, kissing the tip before licking and sucking on each of my balls.

I picked her up into my arms and kissed her passionately before laying her back down on the bed. We just kissed and felt each other's warm embrace. She would give the occasional stroke to my cock and I would kiss her ear lobe and down each side of her neck. I played with her nipples and squeezed her breasts as I kissed her collar bone. I unbutton her shorts and pulled them off. Her bikini bottoms were completely soaked through. I sucked her clit and juices right through them as she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair.

I untied the bottoms and let them fall away as I kissed all around her neatly trimmed pussy. The bikini tan line just made me hotter. I licked all around and felt her thighs get tighter around my head as her back arched.

"That feels so good, I want you to lick my pussy so bad."

I waited a little longer before sucking on her clit and sliding two fingers into her moist slit. Her thighs got tighter and her back arched even more and she moaned louder and louder.

"Don't stop, don't stop, I'm going to . . . . . . YESSSSSSS!!" Her body became limp and she exhaled deeply. "That was great, Rick. Now fuck me with that beautiful cock of your."

With that request I turned her on her side and got behind her. I slowly slid my cock into her soaking wet pussy. As I slowly penetrated her in and out, I kissed the back of her neck. I also pulled her in closely as I fondled her left breast with my hand. Our hips moving in rhythm as we fucked. At this point I was happy I had jerked off earlier because it was helping me last longer. I pulled out and put her on her knees with her face down on the bed. I softly kissed her ass cheeks, noticing she only had a slight tan light from what was probably a thong. I smacked each cheek and watched her wince with each blow. Once they were each a little pink, I spread her cheeks and began to tongue her asshole and finger her pussy.

"Oh my what are you doing?" She blurted out with surprise.

"Just relax you're going to enjoy this," I promised as I continued to lick around and penetrate her tight hole with my tongue.

I felt her relax and cheeks eased their tension and with a few more licks and then slid my cock in her pussy and fucked it vigorously. After several in and out motions, she was moaning again. I then pulled out and felt her juices with my hand.

"Don't stop, I'm gonna cum again." she protested.

I licked the juices off my fingers and rubbed some more on her asshole before sliding my cock back into her pussy, but this time after a couple pumps a slid my thumb into her asshole. She perked right up onto all fours.

"OH MY GOD, that . . ."

"OH MY GOD!"

"OH MY . . . " She collapsed instantly and I pulled out my cock. I laid down beside her holding her tightly.

"No one's ever done that before. You know with my ass."

"What did you think?" I inquired, hoping she liked it.

"It was really weird as first, but then it felt really good especially as you were fucking me and then I felt your thumb go in."

We laid there and kissed for a little bit before we hopped in her shower together. We rinsed the sweat and sex off our bodies. We took turns rubbing each other down with the wash cloth.

As we towel dried ourselves and she stroke by cock a little, she asked, "Did you cum?"

"No, but it's ok. I had actually jerked off in the shower before and I was more than happy to get you off."

"In the shower? When I was on the toilet?" She gave me a very inquisitive and accusatory look.

"No, No, before you even came in, but I was thinking about you," and Valeri I thought and kept to myself. I smiled and started to get dressed again.

She just smiled and started to get dressed as well. She put on matching lace purple bra and panties.

"At least I know what I'll be picturing you in tonight," I smirked.

"I figured you'd be picturing this," and she pulled her panties down, bent over and spread her cheeks, before standing back up right and putting on a pair of khaki shorts.

"Yeah, you're right, that's better."

She smiled and put on a black v neck t-shirt that was quite tight and didn't leave much to the imagination.

It was about 4pm and we headed over to the boardwalk, after about a half hour we ran into my mom and the girls. We exchanged a look, smiled and looked away.

To Be Continued...

*****

As always the names have been changed to protect the people in the story.



Summer Shower



My relationship with Cindy had reached a magical time. We had been together now for about six months. Long enough to know each other’s bodies and how to touch and tease and give each other the maximum pleasure. But the relationship was still new enough that we could lose control in a heartbeat and go from quiet cuddling to letting our animal sexuality emerge. Cindy was going away for a few weeks and it was the first time we would be apart for any length of time. It was a bit of a sad time so we went out to the local park to escape the gloom of our apartment. We walked hand in hand, just enjoying the sunset and the company. The park was empty since it was nearly dark and soon closing. We just put one foot in front of another and before we knew it we had gone much father than we intended. We were too busy enjoying small talk and the park to notice the dark clouds gathering behind us. When we turned to go back we saw the gathering storm that promised to be an intense summer downpour. 

We tried to run for it and beat the shower but it was hopeless since we were really just running into it. After a few seconds we were drenched to the skin so we took refuge in one of those picnic pavilions. Just a roof over some picnic tables in the middle of a field. Our hair was dripping wet and our clothes clung to our soaked skin. Cindy never looked so beautiful. Her skin was flushed from the run and lit with her smile and laughter. Her shirt clung to her, showing off the swell of her breasts and the cold rain brought her nipples to an erect hardness. 

It was such a sexy sight that I had to take her in my arms and kiss her right there. At first the kisses were soft and tender, little more than a gentle peck on the lips. Soon the kissing got deeper and more passionate as our tongues sought each other out. The passion mounted and I kissed her wet face tasting a combination of sweat and cool rain. My hands moved from her hips to her back drawing her close, finally resting on her ass to pull her to me. My erection was full by this time as she grinded against me. 

The only light at this time were the flashes of lightning as we pulled apart just long enough to lift her shirt off and free her breasts from the confinement of her bra. Her rock hard nipples begged for my mouth to cover them. As I kissed and worshiped her breasts Cindy’s hand found its way to the growing bulge in my shorts. Needing no more encouragement than this, I peeled the wet clothes from my body and moved to sit on the picnic bench. Cindy’s kisses started at my lips, moved to my cheeks, my ears, my neck, my chest, my nipples, my stomach before finally coming to rest on my now very erect cock. The feeling of her warm wet mouth embracing my dick, still wet and cool from the rain, while the rough wood of the bench rubbed against my ass, was exquisite. Her wet hair against my thighs as she stroked and sucked me almost made me cum instantly. But I knew I needed more of her. I pulled her up gently by her arms until I could kiss her beautiful face and lips. I tasted myself on her lips and in her mouth as I helped her remove her shorts and panties. Naked, in the pavilion, in the open field, I guided her to sit on my lap as she wrapped her legs around me. She ground her pussy against me at first as our kisses became frenzied. Finally, she reached between us and guided my dick inside of her. The warmth of her wet pussy embraced me as I held her to me. I supported her back as she moved against me. Her full breasts brushing my chest as I slid in and out of her velvet wetness. We kissed each other’s faces and necks as I grabbed her back, her hips and her ass. Pulling her to me. Always trying to get closer and closer. Clinging to each other in the storm. Lightning exploding around us. Until the inevitable happened and I came deep inside of her. 

We continued to hold each other for another long moment until the our modesty and the realization that we were naked in a very public place struck us. We hurried back into our clothes and left kissing and holding hands as the rain subsided and we made our way back home. We continued when we returned and made love more gently there. As sweet as our parting was that night our reunion when she returned was even sweeter but that is a different story.



Summer Shower



"Okay, I have the beds set up for us in the spare room at the top of the steps. There is one bed for us and another bed for Tony," Jane said as she bound down the steps and planted a kiss on Jake. Jake's brother was finally moving out of the house so Jane and Jake agreed to help him move. In reality, Jane would have done anything if it meant getting to spend a long weekend with Jake, even if they did have to share a room with Tony. 

Jake lived 4 hours away, so their time together over the summer had been sparse to say the least. Jane wasn't sure how she was going to manage sleeping in the same bed as Jake for 2 nights and not getting to 'fool around'. Tony was a heavy sleeper, but neither of them really wanted to risk being caught. Especially Jane, it had been so long since they were 'together' she wasn't sure if she could keep the moans and screams in submission.

After 2 nights of sleeping in the same bed with Jake, his arms wrapped around her, spooning in their sleep, his cock pressed against her ass, it was all she could take. Jane could hear Jake upstairs getting out of the shower and decided to go upstairs and test out the strength of the water pressure in the shower to fix some of her sexual frustrations. She knocked lightly on the door as she entered. Much to her dismay Jake was already done and wrapped in a towel. She could not help but stare at his body with just a towel around his waste and water dripping down his chest. 

Jane loved Jake's body. His muscles weren't huge, but he was well defined with a great stomach and the sexiest treasure trail you have ever seen! She was always self-conscious of her own body. She had great tits and a nice ass, but always thought she was a little to plump in the middle. Jake told her relentlessly that he thought she was beautiful, but it never seemed to sink in.

"The shower is all yours babe! I think I saved you some hot water."

"Thanks, you could always join me. You know I have trouble washing my back sometimes."

"Yea, with my brother in the next room! He would love that!!" Jake planted a kiss on her forehead as he headed towards the door. Depressed and frustrated, Jane took off her clothes and started the tub water. The best thing about this house was the claw foot tub in the bathroom. As she bent over the edge of the tub to test the water temp, she felt a familiar hand reach between her thighs from behind. The movement startled her and she spun around to find Jake, naked and highly aroused, standing behind her smiling. "I watched you undress from the door and couldn't help myself. Still want company in the shower?"

"I thought that you didn't want to with Nate in the next room?"

"Well, we don't actually have to get in the shower. You could just leave the water running so they think you are showering." Jake stood back and hesitated for a moment. He looked so damn cute there was no way that Jane could resist. She walked over to him and gave him the most passionate kiss she could muster; she felt him getting harder between her legs, and felt herself moisten, too. Jake's hands ran down her body, over every curve that Jane was afraid to let him see. It didn't matter to her though, when she was with Jake she felt like the most beautiful person in the world. And this morning, that beautiful person was also very horny! 

Jane let a small sigh escape her lips as Jake reached down to her ass. He cupped a cheek in each hand and gave them a hard squeeze. Jane's head tilted back and she closed her eyes. He took this opportunity to bend down and suck on here right tit. Jake picked on Jane all the time saying that he could get her off just from sucking on her nipples. He was probably right. Jake had this special way of doing it where he sucked just hard enough, but drug his teeth over her nipple at the end. There was just enough pain to make it hurt and feel wonderful at the same time. 

By this time the juices were flowing like water from between Jane's legs. Jake must have sensed this because he reached a hand down between her thighs and cupped her pussy in his hand. Feeling the abundance of moisture, Jake looked up at her and smiled. While still playing exquisite attention to her nipples, Jake gave her the best finger fucking of her life. He used 2 fingers to thrust in and out of her with all of his might, while his thumb found its way to her clit. It had been so long since her last orgasm, with another person involved anyway, that it didn't take Jane long to climax. She thought her knees were going to give out when she was riding out the wave. 

After she calmed down a little, Jake walked over and sat on the edge of the tub. He grabbed Jane's hand and led her over to sit on his lap. She put a leg on either side of Jake and sat down facing him. They cuddled for a few more minutes while Jane recovered from her first orgasm. Before she knew it, he was finger fucking her again. This time he was rocking her back and forth letting him hit just the right spots inside. Jake knew these spots well, he could read Jane's body like an open book. As Jane sat back to enjoy this rhythm Jake started sucking on her tits again. She let her hand wander till she felt that hard member rising up between her legs. Jane began stroking it and playing with the head, using the drops of pre-cum to moisten the tip. She wanted to taste him so bad, but she had a feeling that Jake had other things in mind. Surprisingly, Jane felt like she was going to climax again already. 

"I am going to cum again." She whispered hotly in his ear. Jake wrapped an arm around her back to support her and sped up the pace. Jane knew that she wasn't going to be able to keep this one quiet. To keep from screaming she buried a head in Jake's shoulder. She could feel that familiar tingle rising up from her toes. "Oh fuck! Here it comes!" Just as her body started to shudder Jake surprised her by lifting her up a little and thrusting his big cock into her pussy. This sent Jane over the edge. She was cumming harder now than she ever has in her life. The feeling of his cock in her was more that she could handle. She orgasmed over and over again, squeezing his cock with her muscles every time. 

Just as Jane finished Jake stood her up. She looked at him, his cock glistening with her juices all over it. He slowly turned her around towards the shower. Jake ran a hand up her back and slowly bent her over. Jane took a good hold on the edge of the tub because she had a feeling she was in for a hard ride. Jake pressed up behind her. As she looked between her legs Jane could see the head of Jake's cock peeping out through the short hair of her pussy. It was the most erotic sight she had ever seen. 

Sure enough, Jake thrust hard into her waiting pussy. He took a firm hold on each of her ass cheeks to move Jane better. They quickly found their pace and Jake pounded the hell out of Jane's hole. She thought at one point it was going to come through her belly button! At this rate Jane knew that Jake wouldn't last long. This was the first time that she thought about the fact that he wasn't wearing a condom. Normally this was a big issue for her. At this point though she didn't care. After about three more thrusts Jake quickly pulled out and walked in front of her, forcing his cock in her face. Jane knew her duty and she did it well. She sucked that cock for all it was worth. Jane loved the way Jake tasted. Especially with her own juices mixed with his. After a few seconds she could see his balls pull up and knew he was about to shoot his load. Jane grabbed his ass and pulled him in closer so she could take him all in her mouth. Soon, ribbon after ribbon of delicious cum was shooting down her throat. She diligently swallowed every drop of it.

Jake pulled Jane's head up even with his and kissed her long and hard. "So, did you have a good weekend babe?" All she could do was nod her head. Since the water had been running for so long, she knew that she would have to take a cold shower, but after all that, she needed one!



Summer Showers



Ok, this story is partly true (only partly!) and like so many, written at the inspiration of and for the pleasure of, my gf, who shall remain nameless.

The whole thing begins years ago at Bethany Beach, Delaware, where a few guys and I were renting a beach house for the summer. With nothing but determination, the 5 of us decided we'd go there and get lifeguard jobs for the summer. It was to be a year to remember, for sure, with lots of barbecues, basketball games at night, played in swarms of mosquitos, bodysurfing at midnight, and other random adventures. 

This was before all that though. We had just met some of the other prospective guards, and we had our tests to come in the coming days. Nobody knew who would pass, and who would be rejected, friends already, there was an undercurrent of tension when we went over to Pete's house for a barbecue, and met Heather. Wow was she hot! Heather showed up out of nowhere wearing nothing but a fluffy white towel. This was at, like, 3:00 in the afternoon, the sun high and everyone sweating in the living room, listening to Jimi Hendrix and mixing up cold drinks with cheap rum and soda. 

Clearly Heather was fresh from the shower, likely something she did to cool off. Even though wearing a bathing suit and t-shirt, I envied how cool she must be with the air blowing up her crotch on all that damp skin.

And what skin! Heather had really big tits, blonde hair and down below, well I couldn't tell, really, even though she was sitting on the couch, hard as I tried, because, while the towel was short enough, she kept her legs together. Still is was hugely exciting. I remember thinking, "what a tramp" and "how hot" basically at the same time, over and over.

One thing led to another and we ended up out in the back yard baking in the sun, talking with Pete about his place, which was a lot nicer than ours. He turned out not to be Heather's boyfriend, she was "just a roommate" but Pete let us take the definite impression they were friends with benefits. He also pointed out their outside shower, something we didn't have, which was a great cool-off device and a way to get clean after the beach without tracking sand into the house. The four of us, 19-20 yrs old or so, were not real fans of housework and we envied anything that would have made our pigsty, well, less of a pigsty! Pete seemed to have the hot setup of all. 

"Check this out," he said, "the shower has these louvers so it can dry out in there, but you can't see in... or Can You?" With that, he stepped inside the shower and we saw right away he was full of shit. There were louvers all right, the thing was a big double shower made of 4x4 posts sunk in a concrete floor, and sheet metal walls painted brown. The sheet metal had lots of horizontal slits cut in it and the metal bent at an angle so you couldn't see through, but air could get through. Only the one panel facing the back yard had been installed with the little bends canted inward. I remember thinking that was to keep the water from spraying out, and maybe it was, but it had a disadvantage. You still couldn't see straight through, but if you were looking downward, you could see in just fine. We could see Pete from his neck to his shoes.

"You can see me, right?" he said. "But, I can't see YOU, the way these things are bent, I can only see UP."

"Ok whoop-e you've got a stupid shower design." I said.

"Yeah well just don't tell Heather, 'cause I told her you can't see through and I sent her in there, and she couldn't see OUT to see me so she believed it! Now she'll just go in there and strip naked and take a shower and I can hang out here and WATCH! You guys can too: just don't tell her & she'll never figure it out."

We all had a good laugh at that, and started to plan what to do to get Heather in that shower, which was pretty dumb since she'd already done it for the day, obviously. But what the hell, we were drunk. I got this great idea (I thought) to trick one of MY Buddies into going in there and giving Heather a show. Stupid idea, 'cause then she would know the jig was up and there goes our summer fun. What can I say, we were stupid. So to make a long story short, my friend Mark comes out of the house (he hadn't heard the whole story) and I was working the whole sweaty afternoon line on him and saying how I thought Heather had the hots for him, only he was kind of stinky & ought to hop in there and rinse off.

Now, Mark was as affected by Heather as the rest of us, judging from the tent in his pants, and he was none too sober either so it actually worked. I told him he could get in and then ask for a towel, and since it wasn't our house, of course we'd ask Heather to get him one, and the rest would be up to him. Pete was all over it too, but with less of a poker face than us, he practically busted up during the setup. Luckily Mark was too dumb to notice. 

Sure enough he wasn't smart enough to figure out the shower either. In no time he was in there, naked as anything and sporting a red hot poker in the shower, none of which was lost on us, though we pretended to be flipping burgers a few feet away and laughing at "jokes." 

Of course Mark piped up with the "hey, you guys got a towel?" question as arranged and I made a show of looking around on the back of the shed or whatever: of course there was no towel. I did see his towel hook though, standing right out and getting washed a little more than was strictly necessary, if you ask me. 

"Hey" (I about busted up right then), "I don't see one, I'll go ask Heather if they have any." Doubtless he thought my guffaw was me thinking of the joke we were playing on Heather!

So, I went inside and got her. She was chopping some salad stuff to go on the burgers, and I swear I could almost see the bottom of her ass under the towell. Did she intend to wear that thing the whole night? What a babe! Anyway, everything continued to work just as planned, and I went outside to announce my success to the guys as she sashayed down the hall to the closet or whatever.

I think our expressions must have given us away a little bit, 'cause when she came out with the towel, we were all basically looking at her to get her reaction: it was just too obvious. Anyway, she kinda held up for a second, then spun her head around to the right, towards the shower where Mark was, not two feet away from her, obliviously and thoroughly jacking off in the shower! 

By this time all conversation had stopped. Mostly because we were all holding our mouths shut with our hands or biting our tongues or whatever. It was dead silent for a dozen heartbeats, while Heather watched our buddy work his shaft. Then she turned back to us.

Looking right at me, face deadpan she called out, "Hey Mark, the guys said you needed a towel, so I got you one..." She licked her lips.

Mark stopped his wacking off, looked right at us, but with his chin pointed up, clearly to get the sound out the cracks (as He saw them!), he said, "Oh, hey thanks Heather." "I'll just leave it out here by the door." she said as she walked around back to the shower entrance, and dropped the towel, 

...and walked on in! 

Mark gave a little "wha?!" and spun around as she entered. 

We could see everything!

"Here's another one, if you need it..." she said quietly, taking off the one she was wearing and holding it up to the side, so she, and we, could see her whole body. (Yep, natural blond.) 

We were speechless. I don't know what Mark said next, because my brain basically fried at that point. Heather walked up to the front of the shower, the wall next to us, looking out the whole time, though we knew she couldn't see, she knew we could, pressed her ass to the louvered grating, and bent over! It wasn't hard to guess what she was going to do.  

Next she kneeled down under the water, head wet and hair slicked down over her breasts. (On her knees we could now see her face for the first time, and she could look up and see us, too.)

With a big smile for us, she reached up and relieved him of the weight of his dick, and while we watched, and eventually cheered, our summer of lifeguarding began!



Summer Sissy



It was the summer after my senior year in high school, just three months of killing time until the start of college. I had just turned 18, and I had been single for the entire previous schoolyear. Small town, small school, and small dating pool made for an incredibly dull senior year. My girlfriend for the first three years of high school, the girl I lost my virginity to (the only girl I'd ever slept with) was a year older than me and had gone off to college.

Of course, I'd gone on a few dates, horrible and awkward affairs that had left me coming to terms with my routine of fantasy and masturbation. I was starting to think that I'd had all the sex my lame social existence would ever allow. Still, being an 18-year-old boy, the only thing that I ever thought about was girls, and my complete failure with most of them had not ended my dreams of lust. Instead it had led me to broaden my sights until I fantasized about nearly everything imaginable. A light breeze was enough to get my dick stiff as a board physically, and mentally my fantasies had become limit-pushing fetish quests. I poured over the 900 number ads in the tattered porno mags I had, imagining every delicious and perversly advertised kink.

I had been mowing lawns since junior high, my summers spent in 100 degree heat and high humidity shoving a gas mower around the yards of everyone in my neighborhood. People moved over the years, spreading out my net around town so that at times I was piling the lawnmower into my VW beetle and driving a few miles to go mow lawns. 

Ms. Vann, while not exactly a shut-in, was easily the fattest woman I had ever seen in real life. She was tall, a huge and sturdy woman always dressed in flowing muumuu dresses. I never really thought of myself as having any kind of fetish for that, but I had found a magazine once dedicated entirely to overweight women and had to admit that there was something appealing about it. Maybe it was the outlandish curves, the smallness of me in relation to these women, the power of a giantess, who knows. Maybe it was just the sense that these women existed outside the standard realm of attraction, and so were potentially more likely to venture beyond standard missionary position. In this particular case, I couldn't have known how right that was.

While shoving the gas mower in concentric rings around the yard in weather that felt like waterboarding, I often had fantasized about Ms. Vann. One hot afternoon in early June after I was done mowing, I was trying to wipe the sweat from my face onto a completely soaked shirt. Since I had mowed Ms. Vann's lawn for years, I didn't feel too terribly awkward going into her house to get a towel and a glass of water. When I didn't see her around immediately, I went to the kitchen and poured myself a glass. The AC felt amazing, and soon I was shivering a little in my wet clothes. I finished my water and went down the hallway to the guest bathroom, hoping to find a towel to dry myself with. My pants were sopping with sweat, and once in the bathroom I took them off and began to dry my legs.

I had lost quite a bit of weight over the last year, and was still shocked by my skinny legs since I had always been a chubby kid. I peeled off my sweaty shirt and blushed. My legs may have lost all baby fat, but it was beginning to look like I would have fat kid "bitch tits" my entire life. I held the towel up over my chest, trying to ignore the shock as the fabric touched my sensitive nipples. I taken off my green grass-stained shoes at the door, and had stopped wearing underwear at the start of the summer thanks to something I read in an old Playboy. I looked at myself in the mirror of the bathroom, turning to see my butt and legs, trying to ignore the unmanly, supple, fat breast curves of my torso. I covered myself with the towel the way a girl would, the hem up around my armpits. My pants and shirt were in a wet pile, and I bent to pick them up and spread them out to dry. The towel fell forward and cold air drafted across my backside as the door clicked open suddenly. I turned in shock, dropping the towel. Ms. Vann stood immense in the doorway, her sharp intake of breath turning quickly to a hearty laugh as I scrambled to pick up my cover.

"Why on earth are you naked in my bathroom, Mr. James?"

She walked into the galley bathroom, taking up the full space with her girth. I stumbled backward, toward the toliet and stammered a reply.

"I was sweaty and my clothes were wet and I needed a towel and..."

"Shush. Put some clothes on like a normal person and...are you aroused, Mr. James??"

Sure enough, my dick was betraying me. Despite the fear and embarrassment, I was hard.

She stepped ever closer and took the towel from me. Her huge fingers and thick hand brushed my face in a calming manner and she put her other arm around my back. I fell into her fat bosom, the adrenaline of the moment draining out of me. 

She just stared at me for what seemed an hour. I started to squirm under her gaze, hoping soon she would at least say something, give some hint as to how over my life was now. I tried to swallow and my throat let out a half-sob.

"Shhhh, shhhhh, Billy......this could change things. I've seen you look at me with that teen-boy lust, before, Billy."

She placed her hand on the bathroom counter and it creaked slightly under her weight. 

"Not many men ever look at a woman like me with that kind of want. But I've seen it on you. I've seen it, and I've waited. You just had a birthday, didn't you?"

"Yes, ma'am." 

"Yes, I thought so." She stepped back, but kept the towel. "What about me makes you horny, Billy?" Her hands ran down her sides suggestively, then she ran a finger up my bare and hairless chest. Her finger traced lightly under my tiny breasts and flicked my hard nipple. Before I could answer her, she remarked, "You have the chest of a pubescent girl."

Tears welled up in my eyes.

"No no, it's beautiful, little one. I find your body incredibly sexy. I'm not 'conventionally attractive', but I see something about me is working for you too...I know you've watched me, and thought about me, Billy, and I'm almost certain you've masturbated thinking of me. I hoped I'd have this chance once you were legal, and I don't want to waste it."

Ms. Vann moved forward, causing me to step back until my bare back was against the bathroom wall. She pressed up against me until I could smell her skin. I couldn't move around her, and her weight was against me like a threat. She shifted one hand between us and brought it up under my chin, holding my face to meet her eyes. 

"Are you still turned on, Billy?"

My cock pressed hard against her flesh, trying to stand straight.

"Yes, ma'am" I whispered.

"I like some pretty kinky stuff, Billy." Her hands pressed up my chest again, cupping my fat. Her left hand moved up to my throat and closed lightly around it. I looked in her eyes, my dick so hard I was leaking out pre-cum. 

Ms. Vann leaned her mouth down to my ear and whispered, "Would you like to know what I like, Billy?"

"Yes'm" I breathed out shakily.

"Mommy likes to be worshipped. I own the things I fuck, and I've been watching you for years. I want your sexuality, I want to own you like a whore for the next three months. I want you to worship me, Billy."

I stared up at the incredibly large woman who had to be my mother's age, trying to put in context the pornographic language coming from her lips.

"When a woman has the body I have, it's not enough to simply have some sex and move on. I have needs, little one. And I want you to fulfill them. In return, I will fuck you like nothing ever has. I will give you the sex you imagine late at night when you think even God is asleep. If you agree to be mine, to worship at the altar of my lust, then get on your knees and be baptized."

Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sank to my knees naked. Ms. Vann lifted the hem of her dress and tucked it under her monstrous tits. With one hand she held up her stomach, revealing a hairless and dripping pussy tucked between her giant thighs. her other hand touched the back of my head and moved me toward her snatch. My tongue reached out as my palms hit the floor in front of me to hold me stable. She pushed my face into her womanhood and moaned. I could barely breathe, her juices and scent were acrid and strong in my mouth and nose. I felt my cock spurt its load onto the floor as Ms. Vann let her stomach fat down onto me, both her hands now holding me in place as she ground her cunt into me. I heard her say, "Now, boypet, you will be marked by your mommy. Cup your little titties and pinch your nipples, then open your mouth and prepare to receive my sacrament."

I did as she said, leaning back on my heels and cupping my tits like a slut. My mouth was open and I stared into her eyes as she began to pee. At first I flinched back, but her huge hands grabbed the back of my skull and pulled my mouth to her flesh. I drank her piss, marked by this giantess, my sticky little cock stiffening again at the sheer lust on display. She finished peeing and wiped one hand across my dick. she placed her cum-covered finger in front of my face and spread the semen on my lips. 

"If you get dressed and leave now, I understand. It's a lot to adjust to, having the opportunity to have the kinkiest sex you've ever imagined. If you choose to stay, you'll be in my bedroom in 5 minutes. I need my baby boy to lick his Queen's asshole until she cums. She put one hand behind her back and then wiped under my nose, the scent of her musty ass filling my nose. 

"Mommy has so much in store for you, my little girl-boy. I'll see you in my room."

She moved from the bathroom, her dress falling back down as if nothing had occurred. The door clicked shut behind her. The air conditioner shut off, leaving me in a still silence. Ms. Vann's piss was drying on my face, mixing with the sweat on my skin. My dick was covered in my spunk, but still half-hard. I was on the edge of horny abandon, my nerves skittish and jumpy. I closed my eyes and thought of all the perverted things I'd done to myself in the last few years, the times late at night when I had licked up my own cum from my hand, or beat off furiously while doubled over, shooting in my own face. I thought about the wet dream I'd had of a woman taking me from behind, of the one time I had tried to accept my shame about my body and had tried on one of my mom's bras, then fucked my asshole with a cucumber until I came without touching myself. To now discover that Ms. Vann was as perverted as me, maybe even more so...I rose to my feet still smelling her ass and her wet pussy on my lips. Her bedroom door was open at the end of the hallway. I heard her deep, matronly voice call to me. 

I entered her bedroom stroking my cock absently. My eyes searched the room but there was no sign of the giant middle-aged woman who's piss I wore. I heard her voice again, and looked into her master bathroom. There was what I assumed was a walk in closet through the bath, and I entered to discover that the closet opened up to a room hidden from view, a half-bedroom made possible by shortening the living room wall on the other side. Ms. Vann sat on a high throne, a wide and sturdy chair on top of a short stairstep. Her seat was angled so that she was laid forward into supports that were carved to resemble the breasts and torso of a Wagnerian opera singer. It was almost viking in its style. The place where her crotch rested had some kind of protrusion extending from the chair seat into her pussy. I could hear a subtle hum. The wood below the chair was stained a dark gloss from what I assumed was years of her juices. She motioned behind the chair to what I realized were kneeling pads. I placed my legs into the chair and my body was guided into a position supplicated behind her ass, which hung above me thrust out and spread open by the chairs construction. The vibrator in her cunt laid next to a small trench in the wood that guided a dribbling stream of pussy juice and sweat out the back of the chair, and without hesitation I licked up a mouthful of the nectar. My tongue then found her asshole, the musty and dark scent and taste of her most profane and dirty spot. I licked slowly across ever part of her voluptuous fleshy ass, and then settled again into her hole. Her great hands pulled her cheeks further apart and she cooed sweet nothings to me as I drank her lustful river and cleaned her most hidden places.

Finally, after what seemed a trance-like eternity, I felt the hum switch off and Ms. Vann stood up from her throne. The vibrator made a slick suckling noise as it came free from her pussy. I stood up and backed away from the chair, my eyes fixated on the dildo. 

"I see you want it. Suck it clean for your mommy."

I walked toward the throne and climbed up the steps, getting my face to the height where I could taste this woman's sweet toy. It shone with her juices as I put my lips on the dildo, sucking it all in and licking the device clean. When I got down from the chair, I saw Ms. Vann had put on some sort of harness around her massive hips. Her heavy breasts were held up by a combination of leather and latex in a domination fetish bra. She commanded I get to my knees.

"You drank my piss from my cunny. You licked inside my ass. You've let me say 'Mommy' a few times, and given no argument. You went down on my vibrator. and if i'm not mistaken, you'd like even more. Am I right, little one?"

"Yes ma'am. Yes, Ms. Vann. I don't know why I'm like this. I've always thought about dirtier and dirtier sex. I think what turns me on is kink in general. I'm sorry, i'm sorry..."

I began to cry.

"No, no, no baby. Don't cry. I couldn't be more thrilled that you feel that way. I had fantasized about seducing you, and hoped you'd be into a few things...big women, first and foremost, obviously. But now I want to show you how deep this rabbit hole can go. We have this summer. We can do anything we want. I'll call you parents and tell them I need some in-home help this summer, projects around the house. I'll even pay you, and you'll be my little whore. Would mommy's little whore like that?"

I looked up at Ms. Vann. Her hand found my throat and she held my gaze to hers.

"Would. Mommy's. Little Whore. Like that?"

"Yes, please Mommy, anything for you."

"Good. Now I've got a bra and panty set my niece left here last year and I think it will fit those little a-cups of yours nicely. Once you're all pretty for mommy, I'm going to introduce you to my strap on cock. I think you'll love it when I take your asshole and make it my pussy to fuck, don't you Billy? Mommy's cock will fit just perfectly inside your boycunt. Now run find your babygirl clothes so I can teach you to service your ruthless Queen's fat dick."

She gave me a light swat on my ass as I got up to go to the closet between this playroom and her bedroom and bath. In the closet was a wire basket full of giant bras and undergarments, unmistakably Ms. Vann's, judging by the amount of material. Folded neatly under those things was a much smaller pink pantie and bra set. The bra had padded cups and the panties had a tiny bow in the front. They were carnation pink. I stepped into the panties and pulled them up, tucking my stiffening dick back between my legs. I looked behind me and saw my pert little bottom in the girlie cotton and shivered, thinking of Ms. Vann's plans for me. The bra was tricky, but I figured it out and finally was ready to present myself to the new center of my sexual life. I walked into the playroom to find Ms. Vann stroking an enormous flesh-colored dick attached to her harness. It had to be a full foot long, as wide as a soda can, and it matched her pearly, pale skin almost exactly. The leather straps matched her corset, and she snapped her fingers at me. The action caused a jiggle to run through her entire body, obscene amounts of flesh poured from every seam of material. Her fist ran up and down the length of her cock. 

"Oh, you look so sexy, baby girl. turn around and show mommy your backside."

I turned and got down on all fours, bowing my back and perking my ass up into the air. one hand rubbed my tits through my bra, then slid down to stroke my little rosebud through the fabric. I closed my eyes, almost fainting from the anticipation of Ms. Vann's dildo. Instead, I felt the pressure and quick pop of a large buttplug going into me. I had never experienced a professionally made anal toy, and the perfectly contoured shape of the plug was a welcome pleasure. Ms. Vann attached a collar and leash to my neck and led me off the bed and onto my knees. The cock bobbing out from her huge pale crotch was in proportion to her weight and stature, a grand and obscene manhood for this outsized and mountainous woman. She rolled the leash around her wrist and pulled my face to the end of her dick. 

"This is my cock, babygirl. This is your mommy's fat, beautiful dick. It is the greatest gift you can receive, and you will love every second of my time inside you. I will bless you with regular fuckings, and your little asspussy is going to become the finest piece of tail anything has ever fucked. For now, though, just let that plug get you ready. Look upon mommy's cock. Kiss on it. Lick my shaft. Put your lips around the head of my thick and powerful dick. Slide mommy's cock down your little whore throat and become my dicksucking princess. It's okay here. It's okay with me. Your Queen commands you to be the slut I see in you!"

My drool-slick lips parted and caressed the head of her dick. She guided the monster into my mouth and down my throat. I relaxed and opened up, my eyes rolling back as my Mommy Queen made me a cocksucker. My ass ground the plug back and forth inside me and I licked and sucked on Ms. Vann's strap-on. Finally, she pushed me away from her, pulling the leash to place me on my back, on the bed. She stood before me and pulled my panties halfway down my legs, then lifted my feet and crossed them at the ankles. I felt the buttplug come out from my asshole, but the emptyness was soon filled with the pressure of her giant cock. 

"Push out, babygirl. Open up that cunt and let mommy fuck you. That's it...Mommy's wants to give you her dick, babygirl. Mommy wants to give you her dick..."

She thrust forward, the head and first inch of shaft leaping past my sphincter before she stopped again. She wrapped the leash tighter around her hand and pinned me to the bed by my throat. Her other hand reached to the nightstand and picked up a cordless phone receiver. She began dialing and slid anouther inch into my ass. My feet dangled over her shoulder, panties on my ankles. She put the ringing phone to her ear. 

"Mrs. James?" she asked as she pushed her cockhead further into me. I flushed bright red at the fear of my mother on a phone here, now, in this room, while I lived out my darkest fantasies. 

"Oh no, everything is fine. I had billy do some extra chores around the garage for me, some honey-do's, you know...I have a few boxes in the attic I'd still like his help with. I was just going to order him a pizza, but wanted to let him check in with you. Here he is."

With that, she held the phone receiver to my ear and stared me in the eyes. She began to slowly slide her cock deeper into me as my mom spoke in my ear.

"Billy, are you being nice and helping out Ms. Vann?"

"Yeah, mom, it's just moving, uh, boxes, uhh, and stuff..." I could barely put a sentence together staring into Ms. Vann's eyes while feeling her dick move further into me.

"Well, your father and I have that Rotary thing tonight, so we probably won't see you until tomorrow morning. Don't stay out too late once you're done at Ms. Vann's. Be nice to her, do whatever she needs, okay?"

Ms. Vann's voluptuous flesh touched mine as her cock completed its penetration.