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Summer with C

By: morefunnaked



This is a story in installments about the "slave" I had one summer. 

this goes back a ways to pre-internet/craigslist/etc.: 

I placed an ad in the downtown journal that ran tawdry personals on the back 2 pages. It went something along the lines of "seeking attractive woman interested in exploring sensual and erotic boundaries - exhibitionistic leanings a plus". I realized it was a longshot, but hey - nothing ventured...?

Much to my surprise, I received a response about a week later - it didn't say much more than that she was a 30 year old female, that she was interested in finding out more, and that she hoped she wasn't too old. At the time I was about 35 myself, so no problem there. Plus, I've always had a thing for 30ish women, even when I was a teenager.

I replied and sent her my phone number, she called a couple days later. She had a very sweet and gentle voice that I instantly liked. We chatted for a few minutes and then I suggested that she visit my office for an "interview" to see if she would be "appropriate for the position". After we established a time and I explained how to find my place, I said "dress to impress" and we both hung up.

It was a nice warm late spring day and the sunlight streamed in the big windows of my loft office. There were translucent shades at the windows, but as they faced southwest, the light suffused the big space in a warm glow. Most of the morning was devoted to a project I became totally absorbed in and before I realized, there was a knock at the door.

When I opened it I was astonished by the lovely creature standing there rather coyishly. Our eyes met evenly, meaning she stood about 5'-8" in the high heeled sandals she was wearing. She seemed to be all legs - lovely lightly tanned, smooth legs, the effect of which was heightened by a short flouncy skirt in a lightweight floral printed fabric that ended at least four inches above her knees. The skirt was topped by a silky blouse in a peach tone that matched one of the colors in the skirt. Her breasts were obviously not very large, but there was a nice pair of bumps there. 

As for her face - it was quite simply angelic. She smiled nervously and brushed a wisp of long brown hair aside as I eyed her up and down. I could tell that she wasn't wearing a lot of makeup, just a touch of something on her skin, a little eyeliner, and some pale lipstick. Her eyes were deep brown and seemed right away to plead for approval as she stood there rather spellbindingly. 

I came back to my senses and motioned her in, gently touching her high on the back as I also closed the door behind us before motioning toward the desk at the far end of the space. As we walked that way, her heels made a delightful clickity-clickity sound on the old wood factory flooring. Again I motioned, this time to the guest chairs in front of the desk and she sat, demurely crossing her legs, but the pose allowed the hemline of her skirt to climb higher, tatntalizingly exposing another couple inches of thigh. 

Sitting down in my swivel chair on the other side of the desk, I picked up a notepad and pen to jot down some notes. We had been through some preliminary information on the phone. She'd been married for about ten years. Her husband had been the first guy to ever ask her out in high school where she had been the shy bookish wallflower. As time went by, he headed down the born-again path. Their lives were governed by a set of do's and dont's, work, and his church based obligations. Sex became a weekly and eventually monthly goal oriented ritual, namely the creation of children, but that had never happened. A few months prior to her running across my ad, she and he had parted ways and now she was looking for an avenue that would take her somewhere she could explore "the lustfullness I know is in my soul begging for release".

When I prodded her about what her sexual experience was, she seemed uncomfortable. As she was not very forthcoming, I tried being more specific, asked her if she had a favorirte position and she looked confused. After more prodding, it turned out she had only ever experienced missionary style sex, never ever enjoyed the pleasure of cunnilingus, and while she had performed fellatio, it had only been a handful of times, and never to completion, only in order to get him hard enough to facilitate penetration.

We shifted to more general topics and she relaxed a bit. Eventually I moved into getting her statistics, and I was surprised at the ease at which she told me she stood five foot five, weighed 116 pounds, wore a size four dress, size six shoe, size small panties and a 34b bra. The last two pieces of information in particular shocked me with regard to how easily she dispensed it. She asked why I need to know and I explained that most likely I would be doing some shopping for her. This brought a broad smile to her face and she said "mmmm... I think I'd like that - a man buying things for me to wear".

I asked her to stand and she did, then asked her to turn around slowly and as she did, I ran my eyes across her lovely svelte frame, relishing where I was headed with this. As we'd sat there talking, I'd developed a plan and now I was going to put it into motion.

"Take your skirt off". 

She froze and looked at me stunned and a little confused. I calmly looked back at her and waited until I could see that the initial shock of the command had subsided a little. 

"If we are going to go anywhere with this, here is how it will work. Don't ever question my requests, always just do. I won't hurt you in any manner and I will ensure that you're never harmed by anyone else. You more than likely will be surprised, even shocked from time to time, but that is part of the process and the thrill."

"For you or for me?" she asked.

"For both of us" I replied, "but mostly for you".

She paused for a moment and I saw the anxiety start to slip away. The tenseness in her shoulders dissipated and her posture became more fluid. Standing up, she reached for the hidden zipper at the waist of her right hip and slowly pulled it down the couple inches required to loosen the skirt, then undid the accompanying clasp. Her eyes were locked on mine as she did. They were wide with excitement and her chest rose as her breathing accelerated.

The skirt slipped off her hips, down her thighs, and landed at her ankles. Stepping demurely out of it, she kept her eyes locked on me, but mine were wandering across her loveliness. Extending past her crotch, the blouse was just long enough that nothing other than more of her exquisite legs were revealed and the effect was that they looked like the went on forever. I motioned for her to spin again and she did, this time more slowly, allowing me to soak in just how astoundingly beautiful this shy little thing was. I wanted to fix this image firmly in my brain to savor forever.

"Now the blouse".

This time there was no hesitation, and I must say there never ever was again, the entire course of the summer that ensued. No matter what my instructions, she just did whatever was requested and always looked for more, those luscious deep brown eyes sparkling in anticipation. The blouse was unbuttoned and tossed across the arm of the chair. 

Now she stood wearing only bikini panties and bra, conservatively cut and simple, but nevertheless sexy in that they were white lace. I looked expectantly at her and this time she made her slow turn without needing to be told. Her pale skin was barely a couple shades darker than the white lace and was everywhere flawless, dare I say virginic. When she returned to facing me again, I could barely discern a darker area just above the crotch of the panties as well as two distinct bumps beginning to distend the fabric of the simple bra.

"The bra?" she asked.

"Yes" 

Reaching behind her to unclasp it, she took another deep breath and her chest rose magnificently. Then she relaxed her shoulders and the bra fell forward and off her arms. It joined the blouse on the arm of the chair.

Her breasts were exquisitely perfect. Small, just round enough to be called globes, but petite and close to her body with barely a touch of pendulousness, they were capped by nipples that were rigidly at attention, begging to be fondled, kissed, licked, or suckled. Pert would be an accurate term for these tits and here they were exposed in my office just for my enjoyment. 

She looked at me for approval and I smiled. I saw her take another deep breath, this time one of relief - she was passing inspection.

"Absolutely beautiful breasts dear" I reassured her.

"They're rather small" she replied. 

"I've never seen such perfect beautiful breasts" I countered.

She smiled and tipped her head back with her arms at her side, proudly pushing her tits out as far as she could, in the process making her nipples protrude even further. They absolutely screamed to be touched.

"Pinch your nipples".

She reached up and gently squeezed them each between a thumb and forefinger.

"Does that feel good?"

"It does, but what I really like is that I know you're watching me as I do it." Her eyes were closed and her head was still tipped back. "Do you want to touch them?"

"Of course I do, but not right now. Now I think you should take off your panties so that I can see you in all your glory"

Realeasing her nipples, she tipped her head forward again and locked her eyes on mine as she guided the white lace panties off her hips, down her legs, and then off first one foot and the the other. Standing there with nothing on but the shoes, she held her legs close together. Her pubic hair was a thick but trim little nest of brown curls that begged for attention just as her nipples had. 

"Turn".

As she spun slowly, I was treated to a view of the cutest little ass I've ever seen. Small, shapely, smackable.

"Stop". 

She stopped facing away from me. I savored the view of her like that, brown hair cascading past her shoulders, her back tapering ever so slightly to a trim waist, flaring again slightly and softening into her asscurves with a pair of barely discernable cheek crescents splaying to the left and right of her crotch, all perched atop those long slender stems that in turn were perched atop the high heels. 

"Bend over and touch your ankles".

Cautiously, she bent over and forward and slowly the pinkness of her labia emerged from between her legs. I love that view of a woman, like a succulent piece of fruit being offered up for enjoyment. Wisps of pussyfur partially concealed it, but it still did not fail to elicit a muffled moan from me.

"Do you feel a little exposed?"

She giggled ever so slightly. "Very".

"OK, finish turning for me". 

She rose and completed her turn. Flush in the face, maybe from having the blood rush to her head as she was bent over, maybe from having been so exposed, she looked little-girl giddyish. Again she looked at me for approval. I smiled, no, I leered at her. Her eyes went to the floor and she fidgeted a bit. 

I got up, walked around the desk and repositioned the guest chair not being used to hold clothing at an angle to the desk, then extended a hand to her. She grasped it and looked at me with a puzzled expression.

"Stand on the desk".

Gingerly she stepped up first to the chair and then the desk, not letting go of my hand untill she was firmly footed on the desktop. I pushed the chair aside and stood there on the floor with her standing above me, her crotch right at my eye level. 

"Turn".

Once again she did her pirouette, albeit this time more cautiously. When completed, her pubic nest was scant inches from my face and I could see every curl and wisp in great detail as well as the slit of her pussy and her lips attempting to hide within the furry cover.

Reaching up, I ran the back of my fingers across the thatch of hair. It was extremely soft, like puppy or kitten fur. I thought "pussy - what an appropriate name". 

As the back of my fingers brushed across the sofness, I felt her shiver ever so slightly. I looked up at her face and she was watching me intently, her lips parted and her breathing shallow and short. I drew my hand away and stepped back. I knew that if I could have seen her labia better that they would be moist now. I drew the chair back toward the desk and extended my hand to her to help her down. Her steps were more unsteady now and I could feel her hand trembling just barely.

"As far as I'm concerned, you fit the requirements perfectly. Are you interested in going further?"

She twitched and gave a little gulp before responding, almost in a whisper "yes".

"Fine. That's enough for today. You can get dressed now, but leave the panties and bra here".

Her eyebrows arched and eyes widened, but just as delicately as she had taken them off, she slipped the blouse and skirt back on then looked to me for further instruction.

"C'mon, I'll walk you back to your office". She had told me where she worked as a legal secretary, only a few blocks away. We headed out the door, down the flight of stairs to the street and out into the beautiful midday sunlight.

She glanced over at me as we strolled along. Her hair fluttered about in a slight breeze and her skirt did as well. Her nipples were still rigid and made their braless presence known through the lightweight fabric of the blouse.

"How do you feel?" I asked.

"A little exposed, I guess" was her answer.

"I bet it feels interesting with the air drifting up between your legs to your unclad pussy". 

She blushed visibly. "No one has ever referred to my vagina as a pussy before."

"At least not that you're aware of". 

She giggled, this time devilishly. We had arrived at the door to her office building. "What next?" 

"Come back to the office after work. I'll be gone, but I'll leave a package for you outside the door. Do you have a raincoat, I mean a trenchcoat type of thing?"

"Yes, at home though."

"Excellent. Tomorrow I want you to meet me at Starbucks at Twelve Corners at ten fifteen. I'll leave you more instructions in the package as well as someting I'm going to pick up for you today and your bra and panties."

"OK"

"See you tomorrow."

Summer with C Ch. 02



The next day was rainy and overcast albeit warm, just as had been predicted. Our weatherman is nothing if not reliable.

She arrived precisely at ten fifteen, just like a good little girl. As I saw her appear, I approached her silver Accord with umbrella in hand and we clung to each other under it on the way in. Starbucks was minimally populated at that hour. We headed into the short line, ordered our beverages and after I paid, I headed to the back seating area to wait for her to bring them along. 

The back area was comprised of three tables that were often empty, an archway connecting to the rest of the facility, a glass door that led to the back parking lot, and another that led to the single unisex toilet. I selected one of the three tables and sat down facing the archway to wait . 

Shortly she appeared. I raised my hand to signal to her to stop in the archway then rose to take the beverages from her. I whispered into her ear and explained what I expected of her then returned to my chair to watch as slowly sensually she undid the coat sash and buttons, and unfurled the lapels and front. 

After our interview the previous day, I had shopped for her. In the elegant bag that I had left on the doorknob of my office, was a black lace garter belt and a pair of sheer black stockings with lace tops. What she found in her accompanying instructions was that she should wear the enclosed and only the enclosed under her trenchcoat along with a pair of black high heels. 

Her pert little breasts stood proudly at attention, nipples erect and that lovely patch of brown crotch fur was also fully on display for my enjoyment. My cock went hard and I caught myself moistening my lips. I made her stand there like that for several minutes while I sipped my coffee before motioning her to approach. She dropped her hands to her sides but left the front of the coat undone, free to shift about over her lithe frame as she walked, nipples peeking out a little with each step. When she sat, she draped the coat back across herself but crossed her legs such that the black lace at the top of a stocking was on show.

We chatted a bit before she relaxed some and stopped glancing around to see if anyone was in a position to see anything. There were few customers at that hour and at no point did anyone enter through the back door. Had they while she was standing in the archway, she would have been fully exposed to their scrutiny. I wonder how she would have reacted had that occurred.

"Go into the restroom, take off the coat, and wait for me." I instructed her after she'd finished most of her latte.

After another of her entrancing stares, off she trotted, disappearing behind the blonde wood door a few feet to the right of the table. I took my time finishing my coffee, imagining her standing almost completely naked behind that door. Actually, she was better than naked - she was fully exposed and well presented at the same time. I am a solid believer in the concept of how the presentation is half the experience. Today she was like a fine little treat from a patisserie.

After letting her wait like that a bit longer, I rose, went to the door, turned the lever and entered. She stood with her legs together and arms at her sides looking every bit like the most succulent treat imaginable. I pointed to the mirror and she turned her head so she would catch sight of her naked profile in it. I came closer to her as she did and raised the back of my hand, using it to graze across her left nipple, before grasping it gently between two of my fingers to gently pinch it. She turned her face back toward me and I brought my mouth close to hers so that she could feel my breath on her face while I held her nipple like that. 

I felt that little tremble again, much like yesterday - I knew I was getting through. 

I stood back and released the nipple as she gave me the sweetest most imploring little puppydog look that pleaded with me for more, but I had other plans. 

"That was quite a bit of latte you polished off."

"Yes." was all that she seemed to be able to manage. 

"You must need to pee by now I would think."

She blushed deeply and dropped her head slightly before whispering another "Yes."

I glanced toward the toilet, then back at her again. Without any other instruction she went to it, sat down on the seat and spread her legs. As I stood closer, I could see as the jet of pee emerged from her fur patch and heard the accompanying tinkling sound as the liquid met the water in the toilet. When it stopped she pulled some toilet paper from the roll to dab at herself with before standing and flushing. 

She stood with her back to me as she rinsed her hands in the sink and dryed them. What a gorgeous little ass she had. I wanted to run my hands across those orbs and squeeze them as well. But that was for another time.

Taking her coat from the hook on the back of the door, I held it for her as she slipped it back on, then buttoned the front and tied the belt loosely. I smiled and she looked at me with pleasure - the look said that she knew she had done well. 

We walked out. The rain had stopped and the sun was starting to emerge. I told her that I thought we should get together around lunch the day after next and that I would be in touch first before giving her a friendly peck on the cheek.



Summer with C Ch. 03



C and I spoke on the phone the evening of our outing to Starbucks to make plans for the next day. I asked her if she owned a bikini and she replied that she had several racerback one pieces but only one two piece. "Wear that tomorrow. We're going to go to the beach at lunchtime."

We met in a parking garage downtown the next day. She was wearing cutoffs and a pink T-shirt along with tennis shoes. Heading for the beach, she asked if I had enjoyed the show the previous day and I told her that I certainly had. She again expressed reservations about the size of her breasts and I reassured her that I found them to be just right. She said that she was deeply aroused when I had toyed with her nipple in the restroom.

"Did you play with yourself last night?" I asked.

"I almost did." 

"Don't," I instructed "No orgasms until I say it's OK."

C looked genuinely frustrated. 

We arrived at the beach, parked, and headed for a stretch that was relatively unoccupied. To the east was the stretch that the gay crowd frequented and to the west was empty sand for a good thousand feet before the more populated section began. I spread out the blanket and we peeled off our outerwear. 

C had on a madras plaid bikini top and bottom, fairly conservatively cut and very wholesome looking. I had what for me at the time was fairly standard swimwear, a navy Speedo that supported and displayed my package in a socially acceptable manner but was still sexy. We broke out lunch and sodas.

After a bit, I reached over and placed a hand on C's back, sliding my fingers under her hair to massage her neck a bit. She stretched as I did and I felt her relaxing as she enjoyed the neckrub. My fingers wandered down her back to the strap of her top. I found the clasp and after fiddling with it a bit, I was able to undo it. She stared wide-eyed at me as the top slowly slid down and revealed her breasts. 

"Off?" she asked. 

"Off." 

"I don't want to get arrested."

I proceeded to explain to her that in New York State it had been legal for several years for a woman to go topless in public. "Basically, anywhere a man can take his shirt off, so can a woman." 

C took a deep breath and relaxed enough that she slipped the top off entirely. She glanced around and realized that no one was paying much attention to us. The handful of guys to the east could really have cared less and to the west, there was no one close enough that they would have been able to discern that she had no top on.

Her nipples were nicely rigid and I commented on that. She giggled and blushed then rolled her eyes saying "Yes, they seem to have a mind of their own."

"Kinda like a cock." was my response and she looked down at my crotch. Her inquisitiveness aroused me further and in an instant the front of my Speedo was swollen with a full bore hard-on. C smiled and her gaze returned to my face. "Nice." she noted. 

I laid back on the blanket which gave my bulge full prominence. She sat gazing at it for a bit before also laying back, her breasts settling somewhat as she did and flattening out. We lay like that for a while soaking in the warm rays before I suggested we take a walk. C looked at me inquisitively and I said "No top." then rose and extended my hand to assist her up. We walked to the waters edge and then eastward. 

The gay boys were strewn about the beach sunning and preening. A couple glanced in our direction, but mostly they weren't a bit interested in a male-female couple, let alone exposed female breasts. A little further on lay a deeply tanned woman wearing only a floral print bikini bottom, large breasts brazenly on display and just as dark a shade of brown as the rest of her body. She smiled and waved as we passed. Her name was Margaret and we had spoken on several occasions. I smiled and waved back and C followed suit.

Over the course of the next ten minutes, we walked by several individuals, all males, walking in the opposite direction. They all vacillated between checking out C's boobs and dropping their eyes to the ground, then back to her chest and again back to the ground. She was relaxing more and even beginning to smile as they passed, getting into the effect she had on them. 

We turned and headed back. Here the beach was a sliver of sand only about ten feet before the woods started, so no sun bathers were about. A couple approached us and walked by, trying to act nonchalant but obviously intrigued by C's toplessness. Before reaching the blanket, another couple guys strode by and when we passed Margaret again, someone was visiting with her. 

It had been enough sun for our first day out, so we folded up the blanket and headed back to the car. C left her bikini top off, but slipped the T shirt back on, her nipples forming lovely little bumps in the pink cotton. We headed back in to the city.



Summer with C Ch. 04



The following day didn't pan out for our original plans to return to the beach as it rained, so we cancelled and re-scheduled for the following. It gave me the oportunity to go do a little shopping instead. I went to the mall and picked up several things for C to wear, my intent being to dole them out one by one as the event called for. I wrapped the first little nothing in a box with giftwrap and left it at the reception desk at the office building she where she worked. It looked like a box of chocolates, but I attached a gift card in an envelope warning her not to open it in public.

In the box was a simple and plain wine colored thong, moderate coverage in the front, but high cut with little coverage in the back. I instructed her to wear it to work the following day.

When I picked her up that friday, she was wearing a khaki colored wrap skirt, white polo shirt, and the high heel sandals again. I had said not to wear a bra and it was fairly evident that she had complied. I asked if she had been like that all morning.

"No, I took it off just before I came down to meet you. Where are we going?"

"To the beach." 

"Am I to wear only the thong?" 

"Yes - do you have a problem with that?"

"If its what you would like to see, that's what I will do."

She took a deep breath and gave me that nervous little smile of hers. I could tell the anticipation was infesting her, a little trepidation and a little excitement at the same time. I asked her if it fit alright.

"It fits fine, but I had to trim quite a bit down there to accomodate the cut of it." 

Excellent, I thought. My own anticipation began to rise and I could feel my cock swell inside the Speedo I was wearing under my jeans. It's actually a rather short drive to the beach, but it seemed to take forever that day. We parked, grabbed the blanket, towels, and lunch bag then slipped our shoes off and headed toward he sand. The spot we had chosen on our previous visit was available, so we settled in.

C slipped the skirt and polo off without delay and there she stood in all her topless and bare assed glory. Her nipples were doing that pencil eraser imitation adorning her lovely little pair of orbs. There was a faint tanline at the bottom of her asscheeks from the bikini bottom she'd had on two days earlier. A bit of a pillowy quality to the front of the thong betrayed that although she had obviously trimmed and shaved along the sides, there was still a decent mound of pubic fur concealed behind. 

She stretched, arms extended above her head and I again felt my cock grow. C noticed my bulge and gave me a devislish grin, reveling in the power to be able to elicit that sort of physical resonse. 

We sat and enjoyed lunch, then again headed for a walk. Today she was not the only woman topless on the beach (but she was however the only thong in sight). We passed another couple walking and she had on only a brief black bikini bottom. Margaret was there as well, her bronzed boobs prominently displayed. Plenty of single men were out for a walk and their daily dose of voyeurism, which was fine with me. I wanted everyone to see her in her near nakedness as well as to enjoy the gentle little wobble her sweet tits made as we strode along and to witness her firm ass exposed in the sunlight. 

This time we squeezed another twenty minutes or so out of the lunch break before heading back. As we did, I told her not to put the skirt on. I suspected the polo would be just long enough to barely cover the bottom crescents of her cheeks as well as the triangle of fabric in front and I was right. We got in the car and headed back into the city. Just before dropping her at her office I gave her permission to don the skirt again. As she got out of the car, I handed her another package and said "See you tomorrow around eleven." 

This time I had left no instructions with the package and this time the package was quite small. I wonder what she thought as she unwrapped it and realized the implications. 

We were again going to the beach and I was again meeting her just before lunch outside her office. Ever punctual, she appeared just as I sat down on a bench to wait. Today she had chosen a cream linen shift that was quite short and fell loosely on her. It looked wonderful against the tan she was beginning to develop. A chunky black necklace adorned her neckline and accentuated the low cut of the dress. Black pumps completed the ensemble - sexy as all hell and at the same time supremely ladylike. I pictured her without the dress.

Once at the beach, she slipped off the shoes and after we had reached the sand and spread out the blanket, she stood with her back to me then asked for me to unzip her. 

"It would be my pleasure." I responded and slowly ran the tiny toggle down her back all the way to just above her ass where it would go no more. She shrugged her shoulders girlishly and the dress fell to her feet. 

My view at that point was of her long elegant neck with the back of the necklace and clasp draping across it. She had done her hair up that day.Her shoulders were proud, sculptural forms. I grasped her upper arms in my hands and drew her to me so that this time she could feel my swollen manhood through the thin fabric of my suit as it pressed against her bare cheeks. I ran my hands down further and around to her front, cupping the underside of both breasts, but avoiding the nipples. They were soft and supple, yeilding ever so slightly to my touch. I breathed on her neck and gave it a soft kiss, just above the tiny mole on the right side. 

But I also wanted to see her from the front and so released her. She slowly turned and revealed her magnificence. My selection for her today had been another thong, but this one much smaller and flimsier. It had meant that she had needed to divest herself of even more of her pubic hair. I guessed that more than half of what had once adorned her lower pelvis was now gone. The triangle of black nylon was held in place by straps to each side of no more than a half inch wide each and the one up the back almost disappeared into the crack of her cheeks. The faint bikini tan line of the first day had been replaced by a similiarly faint outline of yesterday's thong. 

Again, we sat and ate, then walked, this time venturing further down the beach before heading back, past the blanket and for a ways in the other direction, then back to the blanket. We napped and basked in the summer warmth. There was a nice cooling breeze which also kept the bugs away. Much too quickly it was time to head along so that she could return to work. 

As she stood to slip the dress on again, I glanced around. It was a relatively quiet day at the beach today. The closest people were several hundred feet away and not paying much attention to us. 

"Take off the thong first." I demanded.

She looked at me and smiled, then slipped it down and off, unveiling her new "do". The hair was clipped short and had been reduced to a narrow triangle. God she looked sensational standing there like that, wearing nothing but the necklace, but this we could get into trouble for, so I motioned for her to put the dress back on. She did and popped the thong into the straw bag we had carried the lunch and blanket in.

We headed for the car and back to "reality".



Summer with C Ch. 05



On the way back downtown we talked a bit about the way things were going. 

"I never ever would have thought a couple weeks ago that I would be strolling around out in public wearing nothing more than a skimpy little thong. For that matter I'd never worn a thong at all before yesterday." 

"You seem to have taken to it well." 

"I'd never have dreamed of doing this if you weren't in the drivers seat." 

"That's my role here. I'm the master of ceremonies, the guide, just as we discussed during the interview."

"Yes and I love it. I need someone to tell me to do these things otherwise I never would. Now I'm wondering what comes next and as I try to guess I get excited. On the other hand I'm beginning to get sexually frustrated. I want to have sex so badly right now. You're tormenting me like this."

"That's a part of the plan. Once you've experienced sexual frustration you'll be amazed at just how wanton you can become and all the boundaries that come down as a result."

She was quiet, watching me as we drove along.

I broke the silence. "You really looked stunning on the beach today."

She blushed but said no more all the way back to her office. Before she slid out of the car I told her that she should come to my office the next day.

"Are we going to the beach again?" 

"No we will be staying in. Knock when you arrive, but then let yourself in once you do."

When C arrived at my door the next day, she found a note taped to the door that read "Strip before you enter but leave your shoes on." The corridors of the building that my office was in were not highly travelled but someone still could have come along as she undressed. It must have been a bit unnerving to her.

Sitting behind my desk waiting I heard the knock and her entry followed. A black and white frock of some sort was draped across her arm and it didn't appear that there were any undergarments that accompanied it. Excellent. 

"There's a hook on the back of the door." 

She turned and hung the dress there. Definitely no bra or panties. The shoes were shiny black leather fuckmepumps with higher heels than I'd yet seen her in. I motioned for her to approach and they made a wonderful sound against the wooden floor: click, click, click ... mesmerizing as it bounced around the high ceilinged room.

She stood behind the guest chairs, waiting for me to tell her to sit. Instead I pointed to a small box on the desk. 

"For you." 

Bending over the chairs to reach for it her tits dangled ever so slightly and her little triangle of pussyfur rubbed against the back of a chair. Once opened the box revealed a black velvet blindfold with an elastic strap. 

"I'm guessing this is for me to wear?" 

"Yes. I'd like you to put it on now."

Once it was in place I pushed my chair back from the desk and rose. What she had not known through all this was that all I was wearing was a shirt which I then unbuttoned and removed. My cock was at full attention, dying for contact. But not yet - there were other things to do first. 

"Walk around for me," I said, "I'll tell you when to turn or stop."

Timidly she took a few steps to her right.

"Stop. Now turn ninety degrees and take ten steps."

Carefully she did as instructed, heels click-click-clicking as she progressed. I steered her all over the large space in that manner and eventually back to right in front of the desk again. 

"Do you know where you are?" 

"No idea." was her reply. Now she was properly disoriented.

From the desk I picked up one of my devices, a good sized white plume that had originally come from a feather duster. Delicately, I ran it under her chin then down her back, across her breasts and finally up the inside of her thighs and against her pussy. She shuddered slightly as I drew it backwards along the crack between her asscheeks. 

"Bend over and touch your toes." 

Carefully she did as told, in the process exposing herself in a most unladylike but provocative manner. Her vulvae beckoned enticingly, begging to be enjoyed. I flicked the feather against them, mostly just to confirm for her that she was so lewdly on display for me.

"Upright." 

I reached for the next implement. Lifting the cover of a small ice bucket, I silently removed a single ice cube then returned to alongside her. My swollen cock was mere inches from her thigh and she had no idea. Holding the ice in three fingers I brought it to rest on a rigid nipple, initiating another involuntary shudder. Moving it in a small circle, I watched the nipple get even stiffer as a small rivulet of water dribbled down her breast and abdomen. 

Next I reached for an insulated coffee cup filled with piping hot brew. I sipped it, allowing my mouth to warm significantly then gingerly brought my face to the breast that had not received ice, kissed that nipple, then drew it into my mouth. 

She moaned and I sucked harder before pulling away a bit and blowing on it. My breath evaporated the moisture cooling it in the process. She gasped in disappointment as I drew away.

From the sofa at the end of the room, I removed a cushion and lay it down on the floor. "Come here." I barked and then guided her vocally until she stood with it at her feet. 

"Kneel." 

C lowered herself, visibly relieved when she felt her knees met the soft pillow instead of the hard floor she was expecting. 

"Hands behind your back." I continued with the instructions "Now keep them there."

Positioning myself right in front of her I brought the head of my penis to within fractions of an inch of her face, so close that I felt her warm moist breath grazing it. I touched the tip to her lips.

I don't believe she realized what had made contact with her at first. Her lips parted ever so slightly then paused as she suddenly grasped what was going on. 

"Open wider." I commanded and she complied, opening her mouth enough that I was able to insert my fat mushroom head in. I waited for a moment then pushed in more so that roughly three inches of the shaft disappeared into the warm wetness. She started to suck slightly and I began a back and forth movement, fucking her face for the very first time. 

We went on like that for ten or fifteen minutes. A couple times I tested her to find out how much she could take but her gag reflex was too strong for me to get more that about four inches of my shaft inside her mouth. Never mind, it felt wonderful and she was beginning to roll her tongue around as I continued my back and forth and back and forth and then she too was moving in unison. Eventually I just stood still and let her suck me in and out, in and out. 

I reached that euphoric peak and my cock and balls pulsed violently, blasting jizz into her mouth, throb after throb after throb. The release was wonderful and was heightened by the knowledge that this was the first time she was receiving my seed.

I withdrew from the warmth and wetness of her. She knelt there with her mouth filled with my hot white spunk until I instructed her to swallow. Hesitantly she did. 

"Have you ever swallowed cum before?" I asked.

"I've never had anyone ejaculate in my mouth before." was her reply, "So, no."

I helped her to her feet and led her by hand back to the desk where I pulled on my pants and shirt, then lifted the blindfold from her head. She blinked and squinted at first as her eyes accustomed themselves to the bright sunlight pouring in that she had been deprived of for the last half hour. We stared at each other for a few moments before I embraced her, kissed the nape of her neck, and suggested that she get dressed. "I'll walk you back to your office." I said after she had slipped back into her dress. 

She smiled demurely and replied "Okay, if you insist." 

I reached down and lifted the hemline of the short dress then ran my hand along the inside of her right thigh, up 'til I touched her soft pubic fur and then her sex itself. She was moist and warm. It was obvious she'd enjoyed today's activity. I probed at the entrance to her vagina just enough to get the very tip of my middle finger wet then withdrew it and brought it to my lips and licked the wetness. I offered the finger to her and she took it in her mouth just like she had my cock and sucked on it.

When I felt she'd had enough I pulled it from her mouth and motioned to the door. We headed out and down to the street then on toward her office. On the way we talked about the upcoming concert in the park and agreed that we should try to go. As we approached her building I issued the next instructions. 

"Tomorrow evening I have a social event I'd like you to accompany me to. Your attire for the event will be delivered to your apartment this afternoon. I'll swing by and pick you up at 6:30."

Again, she smiled and again "Okay." She gave me a quick peck on the lips but instead of heading into the building she paused for a moment.

"I really enjoyed having you in my mouth today and although I was very surprised when you climaxed, I liked that as well. I only wish that I could have seen what I was sucking on."

"In due time," was my reply "In due time."



Summer with C Ch. 06



The next evening rolled around and I arrived at C's door punctually at 6:30, knocked, and was immediately greeted by a vision of total sensuality. She had done her hair up elaborately - some tied up, some down and elegantly curled in loose spirals. Silver pendants dangled from her ears and the scent she had chosen was intoxicating. "Obsession" I was told when I asked what it was. 

What little else she wore was what I had furnished - a close fitting black dress jacket over a sheer black body stocking accompanied by strappy little stillettoes. The jacket came no more that an inch or two below her crotch, from there to the shoes there was nothing but legs clad in sheer black nylon. The body stocking was very minimal up top with tiny little spaghetti straps. This resulted in the neckline of the jacket framing bare flesh. I had imagined it would be hot, but I wasn't prepared for just how hot. 

The event was an al fresco party on River Street, spilling over onto Andrews. There were lots of sexy women in skimpy dresses, lots of braless rigid nipply jiggliness, lots of raw sensuality out for a warm summer night of frivolity, but no one was as scorching as C that evening - all eyes were on her.

I watched her reaction to all the attention. Initially she was a little uncomfortable walking around as though she had left part of her ensemble at home but gradually I could see that she was getting into it. The shy and awkward walk turned into a strut and the nervous look on her face dissolved, transforming into a wide-eyed affirmation of just how invigorating life can be. A couple glasses of Pinot Grigio didn't hurt either.

Once the sun went down I reached for the front of the jacket and unfastened first one then the other of the buttons, followed by the hidden clasp I'd had sewn into the lower corners of the front. Now the jacket was free to open at any time and expose her treasures. Her nipples were faintly discernable through the sheer fabric of the body stocking for a moment or two at a time in the dim light as was the little trace of a swath of pussyfur, but just knowing that there was nothing more than mere fractions of an ounce of "clothing" was an intoxicating thing. A few people caught on and were checking her out. Eventually she realized they were and began to flash a little, making certain that they got a little longer glimpse of her semi-veiled treasures.

Slowly the crowd began to disperse. We started to as well but before she got in the car I told her to take the jacket off. Ever obedient, she did and then tossed it inside as I also instructed. By now it was about ten thirty. The event crowd was pretty much gone and the night time bar crowd hadn't materialized yet. I locked the car up again and stuck my elbow out for her to grasp. We walked back down the two blocks of River Street to the other end, then turned and returned to the car. The click of her heels echoed off the bricks and her tits bounced lightly as she strutted. Along the way we passed at least a dozen people and got a lot of stares as well as a "Holy shit!" and a "Whoa." But the best comment came from a somewhat inebriated older woman who was heading out of a restaurant gripping her companion's arm: "Oh to be young again."

Once inside the car she beamed and I fondled her breasts as I kissed her, burrowing my tongue deep into her mouth, facefucking her with my tongue the way I had with my cock the previous afternoon. She reached over and groped my hard-on through my pants. I felt her crotch and it was wet, her cunt dying to be attended to.

But that wasn't part of my plan for the evening. She needed to be tormented longer. 

I drove C back to her place and we sat in the car and talked for a bit. I played with her nipples some through the sheer fabric. She asked if I wanted to come in and I replied "No, but I want to watch you walk in." 

She reached for the jacket and I said "Leave that here." Taking a deep breath she stepped out of the car.

"My office tomorrow at noon." 

I watched her stride down the walk to the door of the apartment building where she tapped in her code and entered the vestibule. Brightly lit, it displayed her scantily clad body perfectly. Knowing this was the case and knowing I was watching (I wondered who else might be), she waved then stuck her middle finger in her mouth and sucked on it before turning to punch the code at the second door, open it and disappear.



Summer with C Ch. 07



At noon the following day, I answered the knock on my office door and there she stood, this time wearing a pair of back leggings and a turquoise tube top. Matching turquoise heels finished off the ensemble. It was Saturday and she was in Saturday garb and my gawd she looked good. The headlights were shining brightly - I imagine she probably had been playing with them before knocking on the door. I motioned her in, gave her a hug and groped her breasts a bit, then slipped the top down past them. Taking the cue, she dispensed with first the top, then the shoes, and finally the leggings. With the leggings gone she was left in nothing but a turquoise lace thong, looking absolutely adorable.

I asked her to put shoes went back on and motioned to the sofa. On the coffee table, sat a chilled bottle of prosecco and two glasses. After opening the bottle, I poured C a glass of the bubbling liquid. She asked if I was going to have any and I told her no, not yet.

I told her to take the thong off and she slid it down and awkwardly past the shoes as she sat on the edge of the sofa. 

"Sit back and spread your legs wide apart. Let me see that lovely twat of yours as though you're inviting me inside." She obliged and I was treated to a completely unencumbered view of her scrumptious pussy. She had been maintaining the little triangle of fur nicely and it trailed slightly past the start of her vulvae to each side. I savored the view for a while, then suggested she relax and enjoy her prosecco. 

There was a knock at the door and she looked startled. I headed back across the room to answer it, opening it wide to greet my friend Anita whom I was expecting. We hugged and I led her in and across the room to a rather surprised C. Introductions involved C rising and a handshake with Anita. She was so deliciously naked and exposed while we two others were dressed. 

"Would you please pour Anita a glass of prosecco?" I asked and as C did so, Anita started to unbutton her jeans, wriggle them past her hips, then kick off the short boots she was wearing so that the jeans could be completely removed. The peasant style blouse she had on came way past her waist and at first revealed only her darkly tanned legs. C offered her the glass, which she accepted, took a modest sip of, then followed with a deep gulp. 

Anita passed me the glass to hold while she proceeded to pull the blouse up off over her head to reveal a flesh colored bra and panty set, then unclasped the bra and stepped out of the panties. With her clothes in a pile on the floor now, she reached for the glass back from me and enjoyed another swig.

Anita possesses the only true blonde pussy I've ever seen and at that time she kept it nicely groomed, but long and flowing. Although it was not as light in color as the short cropped hair on her head, it still contrasted shockingly with her darkly tanned body. Her breasts were ample, I would guess probably large c-cups and she was tall and athletic. 

I savored her nakedness, but now it was my turn and I unbuckled my belt, unzipped my fly, dropped my jeans to the floor and pulled my black T off over my head. Having chosen not to wear any underwear that day I was suddenly just as naked as these two lovelies and sporting a raging hard-on. I looked over at C and she smiled approvingly.

Anita set her glass down on the coffee table and approached me, reaching out to grasp my cock. The feeling of her hand holding, then gently stroking it was delightful and I got harder still. She fondled my balls for a bit before returning to stroking then dropped to a squat in front of me with her legs spread wide. As she opened her mouth to accept the head of my cock, she reached down to her pussy and started to masturbate. I saw a finger disappear up inside as she took my entire shaft deep into her mouth. Her other hand went back to my balls, gently massaging them as she began a back and forth motion with her head, my shaft sliding in and out of her mouth, her finer in and out of her cunt. Every once in a while I would withdraw completely so that she could lick the shaft and so that C could get a glimpse of my fat mushroom cockhead glistening in the mid day light. 

I told C to come over and kneel down on the floor so that she could see better. Positioned with her face less than a foot away, she had a ringside seat watching a true expert deliver an incredible blowjob. Anita doesn't care for conventional sex, but loves to give head and is a real pro at it. She deep throats and seems not to have any gag reflex. My balls spent a great deal of time pressed against her chin. At one point she pulled her sopping wet fingers from her pussy and wrapped them around my shaft to jack me for a bit before returning them to her hot hole. Her cheeks dimpled as she sucked earnestly on my swollen fuckpole. 

Eventually her magic reached the point where I couldn't hold back any more and I withdrew from her mouth, grabbed my shaft, pointed it at her open lips and blasted spasm after spasm of hot white jizz onto her waiting tongue. Anita groaned and shuddered in her own self-induced orgasm. 

After the last drops had been squeezed from my cock, Anita swallowed, then softly wrapped her mouth around my shaft again, making certain that she had milked every ounce of cum from it. C stared wide-eyed and lips parted, breathing almost as hard as Anita and I. 

Anita stood and offered me her fingers, from which I eagerly sucked her musky love juices. She took another swig of her drink and then started to get dressed again. I slipped my jeans and T back on, saw her to the door and returned to offer my hand to C. She stood and retrieved her clothes, also getting dressed again.

"So are you happy? Now you've seen my cock."

"Well, not exactly..." was her response. 

I laughed and said "You're not supposed to be... at least not yet."



Summer with C Ch. 08



Sunday we went for a drive. It was a glorious sunny summer day and I started it off by calling C. I told her I'd be over in an hour and that she should be showered and ready to head out. I would bring her attire with me, so she should answer the door naked, but otherwise ready go.

I rang for her at the vestibule and the doors buzzed in sequence as she remotely signaled me in. Finding her apartment was a bit of a challenge, but eventually I knocked at 34B (lol) and it opened to reveal my naked little slavegirl, all primped and prepped and ready for her next adventure. I put my arms around her, drew her close and kissed first the nape of her neck, then her lips, then both nipples. My hand went to her crotch and I caressed the soft fur there before running a finger along the slit between her vulvae. I kissed her again, this time adding a little tongue to the act and as I did, her whole body writhed in a little dance of submission.

Releasing her, I asked "Coffee?" She nodded affirmatively and headed for the galley, her marvelous little ass sashaying ever so slightly as she did. Returning with my cuppajoe she asked "What's on the agenda today?"

"Ever been to Sun Acres?" I asked, knowing full well she probably had not.

"Never even heard of it." was her reply.

"Its at the south end of one of the lakes - about a two hour drive." I handed her a brown paper box secured with a pink ribbon. C released the bow and took off the cover. Tucked between the sheets of pale pink tissue was a teddy I'd selected at a posh lingerie boutique, lilac silk with ecru lace. She held it up by the tiny little straps and let out a cute little "Ooooh!" before stepping one foot at a time into it and pulling the straps up over her shoulders. 

Wow. It clung to her delicate curves like some form of lavender liquid. Her nipples formed rigid crests in the thin material. An inch wide swath of creamy lace trimmed the high cut leg openings as well as the bodice. It was as though she had stepped out of an expensive French pastry shop the look was so scrumptious. I knew she and it had been meant for one another, but I was absolutely stunned by the effect with the two actually combined.

She disappeared for a minute and returned wearing the sexy high heeled sandals I'd seen her in several times now. The way they made her walk always caused her tits to jiggle so provocatively but clad in this fluid wisp of lingerie, the movement almost made me cum in my pants.

"Ready?" I queried. 

She took a deep breath and responded "What the hell!"

There was no one in the corridor or down the stairs, but on the way from the vestibule to the car, she was right out in the open and I'm certain that a number of people must have caught a glimpse. One lucky devil happened to be walking up the sidewalk and was able to experience her right up close. Clickitty-clickitty, jiggly-jiggly.

I always enjoy the drive down to the southerntier, but her presence made it even more so. Before I realized it, we had arrived and hollering into the squackbox to gain admission. 

It was immediately apparent to her that this was a nudist camp. Lots of people were strolling about wearing nothing more than a pair of sandals and a smile. I stepped out of the car and immediately stripped down then retrieved a bag and some beach towels from the trunk. She slipped out of the pastel confection, hung it from the rearview mirror of the car and we headed into the lodge to register for the day.

The pool was busy, but there were still a handful of chaises available. We settled into a pair to enjoy the sun and peoplewatch - all sorts of shapes and ages, all enjoying the day, and many checking out this newcomer. They'd seen me before but not the lovely sylph that was accompanying me. C fell asleep for a bit and I pulled out a book. 

When she awoke she decided to take a dip and cool off. I joined her and we played in the tepid water for quite a while before emerging to towel off some. Lunchtime came and we had burgers.

I told her I had a special task for her to do. She looked at me quizzically and I reached for a small leather case in the canvas bag from the car. Handing it to her I explained that it was a shave kit, that there was cream, a razor, and several fresh blades. I wanted her to go to the restroom and shave off all her pubic hair. 

She was shocked, but took the kit and headed off for the lodge. Around twenty minutes later she reappeared, her snatch completely bald, much to my approval. Nothing concealed her gash at all now. It was like heaven revealed.

"How does it feel?" 

"Interesting, very interesting." was all she could say. A few minutes later she added "Now I feel exposed, very exposed." 

People were checking her out, both male and female. It was long enough ago, that most women still didn't shave or wax or laser their muffs and no one else there that day did. Plus, they had seen her less than half an hour earlier sporting a sweet little triangle of neatly trimmed light brown pubes and now here she was with her sex fully exposed. 

I realized suddenly that I was getting a hard-on and C noticed too. She giggled and seemed a little more comfortable as a result. We settled back into our sun worship and eventually she even spread her legs enough that the beams paid a visit to her bare slit. Anyone who walked by could steal a glimpse of it. We lasted about another hour before deciding that we'd had enough sun for the day and headed back to the car. She slipped back into the teddy and I put on shorts and a T. I fired up the engine and we headed home.

We took our time driving back, headed south first for a bit and then looped back up the east side of the next lake. The entire time she wore only the teddy. For the most part no one noticed and when they did, I'm not certain they really got more than a glimpse or had a clue as to what was really going on. We hit the city around six and I stopped at a liquor store, picked up a bottle of Tequila and some triple sec, then ran into the supermarket for limes. C stayed in the car.

At her apartment complex, things were pretty quiet. It had turned into a real scorcher of a day and I think that everyone was inside with their air conditioning on, but I bet a few again got a real eyeful as we walked from the car to the vestibule with her dressed as she was. Once inside, we ordered a pizza and I made Margaritas.

No, we (she) didn't flash the delivery guy, but in hindsight that would've been a good idea. All the sun that day coupled with the drinks found us both out like logs in no time at all. I slept for a couple hours, waking to find her curled up in her recliner, sound asleep still wearing the delicious little lilac teddy. I found a blanket for her as well as a sheet of paper and pencil. Before heading out, I jotted down a note for her and suggesting she come to my office at noon the next day.



Summer with C Ch. 09



When the knock came on the door the next day, I was already naked and semi-hard in anticipation. C was rather surprised to see me like that when I opened it and decided to take advantage of the situation by reaching out to greet me by fondling my shaft, turning it rock hard in an instant by doing so. We stood there for a minute with the door open and her hand wrapped around my manhood. No one came by, but the fact that they might was tantalizing. 

"Undress." 

She took off the skirt and blouse, the same attire as on the first day we met, but this time minus panties and bra. Still not closing the door, I pointed to the sofa cushion I'd strategically placed on the floor just inside the entrance and said simply "Kneel." She lowered herself to the cushion as I instructed. I stood in front of her and positioned my cock inches from her face her so that when she opened her mouth like a good little slave I was able to slide it right in. It felt wonderful in there.

Never closing her eyes, she accepted it and proceeded to suck, kiss, lick and fondle it. I loved the sight of it going in and out of her lips as I mouthfucked her. I pulled it and out and stood just out of reach for a few moments with her kneeling there mouth agape craving to be filled again and then obliged her by shoving it back between her lips. She couldn't yet take it very deep, but it felt exquisite anyway. I knew I wasn't going to last long but that wasn't the objective today. I needed release and my little suckpuppy was going to take care of that for me. 

Soon enough I felt the familiar crescendo approaching and told her to hold my balls. As soon as I felt her delicate fingers gently cup them, my cock throbbed in her mouth, blasting a load down her throat, my balls pulsing as they emptied the pent up jizz. It went on and on but eventually stopped. I pulled it out so that she could swallow everything. Inches from her face it continued to quiver slightly and a small bead of aftercum oozed out which she dutifully attended to with her tongue, holding it steady with her hand as she did.

She looked up at me for approval. 

"Good girl. Now dress and leave."

I finally closed the door once she had disappeared.

Twenty minutes later the phone rang. It was C. That morning I had arranged for a delivery of fresh flowers to her office so that they would be waiting for her when she returned.

"Thank you," she whispered "For both gifts."

"My pleasure." 

She giggled and said she needed to get back to the project she was working on. I suggested we go to the beach the next day. 

"Okay, Bye."

I also had an envelope delivered to C's office before the end of the day. In it was her attire for the beach, a tiny turquoise blue thong with a g-string style back. The next day she wore it to the beach and was stunning in it. Now that she was completely shaven, the way it clung to her crotch resulted in her pussyslit telegraphing through in what we these days we refer to as a cameltoe. Very very sexy.

The day after was the same routine, only a bright yellow version of the same thong. Victoria's Secret had them in a zillion colors and I'd bought her a fistful. Her tan was getting deeper and deeper and the bright colors against her browned skin looked terrific. Always a nice cameltoe was in evidence. 

That evening after dinner I gave her a call and asked if she would be home around ten. She said yes, and I told her I'd stop by then for a few minutes.

At ten, after buzzing me in, she opened the door to her apartment wearing nothing more than the stockings and heels from the Starbucks/raincoat escapade. The only illumination was from candles scattered around the room and she had lit some incense as well. I had worn a pair of paisley silk boxers and a black T, both of which came off immediately. She sank to her knees and took my cock in her mouth. Her hands grasped my thighs as she slurped and sucked, sliding up and down, in and out. It felt wonderful and I wanted it to last forever. On and on, in and out, her eyes closed most of the time, but occasionally opening them to stare up at me.

"Cum for me," she said, breaking the silence "I want your cumjuice." 

That did it. I ejaculated in her mouth and she squeezed my thighs harder as I did. After swallowing, she licked my shaft, then rose and disappeared for a moment, coming back with a damp washcloth which she used on my cock and balls. We embraced and kissed, then I hung around for a while, waiting for my hard-on to subside enough that I could slip the T and boxers back on to head back to the car without making a total spectacle of myself. I slept very well that night.



Summer with C Ch. 10



We did the beach again the next day, this time the thong was magenta. Her tan was getting dark enough that the aureoles of her nipples had almost disappeared, but that was easily made up for by the fact that the nipples seemed to be perpetually hard.

On Friday, she took the day off and we got an earlier start at the beach. This time I'd provided a thong in a black fabric that had alternating opaque and sheer horizontal stripes. Up close you could discern the beginning of her gash, but from a few feet away not. We walked the entire length of the beach around ten, but then stuck to the east end of it for the next couple hours. 

I told her that I'd like to take her to dinner that evening and she was very enthused. She knew that I had some form of showing her off in mind. I told her that we would go to the mall and shop for something for her to wear beforehand, but that she should be dolled up and ready to go out around five.

At five she answered the door in a white blouse and short black skirt. It looked almost like a waitress outfit, but her hair was all done up and piled atop her head and the shoes she had chosen were killer - strappy little black stilettos. Perfect I thought. We embraced, kissed, and for the first time, had some tongue to tongue contact before heading out.

At the mall we found a parking slot right near the entrance where I hoped we would and headed inside. There were few people about the mall at five-thirty in mid summer. Once inside, I steered her directly to Victoria's Secret and we poked around for a while until Greta approached us and asked if she could be of assistance. 

"Certainly," I replied "How about bringing out the little number you set aside for me this afternoon?" Greta disappeared and returned shortly, a padded clothes hanger with a dangle of silk on it in hand. I had been in the previous day to make a selection and asked her if she could have it steam pressed and ready when C and I returned. 

"I assume that you are "C," Greta purred "He's right, this should look wonderful on you." She took C by the hand, steering her toward the dressing rooms. They disappeared for what seemed like an eternity.

Eventually C marched out wearing the luscious little nothing I'd selected earlier - a simple navy blue silk chemise draped over her svelte frame like deep blue water cascading over smooth mountain stones, shimmering and glistening, glimmering as the light caught every little ripple. It hung from her shoulders by two tiny little spaghetti straps and ended a scant few inches below her crotch. She flashed me her most seductive smile and I almost came in my pants right there in the store. 

It was sexy in the way that a little black dress is and then some. Greta appeared from behind her and slid her hands across C's hips, sliding the hem of the chemise up to C's waist to show me the matching thong panties underneath.

There were two other women shopping in the store at the time and I glanced at both of them. They smiled admiringly. One looked at me and gave me a quick wink. The other just stared at C - I swear she was drooling. Greta headed for the sales desk and we followed. She rang up the sale, I paid, and then Greta handed C the bag she had put the blouse and black skirt in.

I held out my arm for C to hold onto, then headed out and into the mall. We strolled along past a dozen or so stores then out to the parking lot to where we had left the car with her like that, a scant few ounces of sensuous fabric slithering back and forth across her body. The bumps formed by her nipples practically sparkled in the late afternoon sunlight as her breasts jiggled deliciously and with every step it seemed the hem was ready to ride up a little too high and give a glimpse of the scanty little crotchwrapper beneath. We climbed into the car and headed for dinner.

The restaurant was on Aragon Street in the lower level of an older apartment building. I'd been there several times before and knew it was exactly the sort of atmosphere I was looking for. From the moment we walked in people kept sneaking glances at C. Men universally leered. Women either sneered or stared slackjawed until they realized what they were doing or snapped out of it once they saw their man in a similar state of awe. Our waiter that evening was a young man who attended to our needs with a little more than the usual vigor. I ordered champagne to start things off and we feasted on superbly prepared filet mignon (her) and steak au poivre (me) accompanied by a wonderful Zinfandel. 

After the waiter brought the check and I sent him back with my credit card. I suggested that C visit the ladies room. "While you're there, take the panties off." I added. She disappeared, then returned just after the waiter had brought my receipt, one hand doubled up in a fist. 

I looked at the fist and asked if that was where the panties were before she had a chance to sit down again. She shook her head affirmatively. I pointed to the center of the table and said, "Leave them right there. I've tipped our waiter nicely, but I'm certain he'll appreciate you leaving him a little something extra just as much."

C extended her arm, opened her fist and deposited the little wad of blue silk right smack in the middle of the table. Looking around the room, many of the other diners witnessed the gesture. Each of them knew that as we left, not only was C wearing no more than what would normally be considered a skimpy little undergarment, but that she was wearing absolutely nothing beneath. There were five or six steps up from the dining area we had been to reach the ground level and I have no doubt that everyone was watching to see if anything would be revealed, but it wasn't until we'd stepped outside into the twilight and had the car brought around that anyone caught a peek. As she slipped into the passenger side she allowed the hem of the chemise to slide almost to her waist, giving the doorman holding the car door a spread legged clear view of her succulent shaven snatch. He glanced at me, grinning ear to ear and as we pulled away I saw him give me a thumbs up in the rear view mirror.



Summer with C Ch. 11



It was a short drive to Main Street and the hotel where I had reserved a room. I dropped her at the side entrance and parked the car, returning to find her the focus of attention from everyone who walked past. She sighed in relief when I appeared, then took my arm and pressed her body against mine as we walked for the elevator. Once inside the cab I pressed floor 14.

"Take it off."

As she was only wearing the delicate little chemise there was no mistaking what I intended. She slipped it up over her head and off then handed it to me when I extended my arm. There was barely enough time for me to absorb the lusciousness of her naked body before the chime announced the arrival at our floor. We stepped out and into to corridor then headed on down to the far corner of the floor. As we strode along she was more magnificent than ever, breasts jiggling away in that naughty little dance that happens when a woman walks naked in high heels and her shaven slit proudly on display. I was aware that my dick was straining against my slacks, dying to be set free. 

At the door to the room I slipped in the access card, waited for the click and then turned the lever. We entered and I told her to go stand in front of the window, spread her legs, and wait while I undressed. 

Once I too was naked and my straining manhood had been released I approached her and placed my hands on her hips, allowing my cockhead to graze against her belly. I kissed her and again we touched tongues. My hands went to her breasts and grasped them softly, my fingertips played with the nipples and then I bent over enough to take first one and then the other in my mouth, running my tongue over them, sucking on them, and gently nibbling them. Her hands were on my shoulders and I sank to my knees, kissing her stomach, then her lower abdomen, and finally coming to rest mere inches from her pussy. 

I let my breath waft across her beautiful slit and then ever so gently kissed her right there. A shudder ran through her body accompanied by an tender little whimper. Holding my mouth in place I extended my tongue and began to explore her quim. It was wet and it parted with no effort at all, releasing inner lips that were virtually dripping with hot juiciness. I probed with my tongue, exploring and tasting her sex. I sucked her labia inside my mouth and swished them around, then burrowed between them and upward until I found her hard little clit. 

Focusing on it, I continued my ministrations with the tip of my tongue, up and down, back and forth. I placed one finger right at the entrance to her lovehole and then slowly slipped it inside until I could go no further. I wiggled it as I worked on her clit with my tongue. The finger was withdrawn, but only long enough so that a second digit could join it buried deep inside her. Now I could feel her cervix and I wiggled the tip of my middle finger there, keeping time with the movements of my tongue. 

Her knees began to buckle and a sweet groaning sound came from her mouth followed by a series of convulsions and shrieks as she came loud and hard. Her thighs clamped around my head, forcing me to come up for air. Sensing she was about ready to collapse, I steered her over to the bed.

Climbing atop her, I spread her legs and slipped between them. Her hole was wet and begging to be filled. My cock was dying to explore its depths. In I went, first the mushroom head and then the entire length of my shaft until my balls pressed against her perinium. She felt wonderful - tight, hot, and wet. I began the in and out motion that I knew so well would bring us both to the level of ecstasy we were craving. 

We fucked for what seemed like forever, at first just simple missionary style but then with me holding her legs up high so that her knees almost touched her head, allowing my cockhead to slam against her cervix with each thrust and finally with her legs wrapped around my back as she climaxed for the third or fourth time and I spewed my load of spunk deep inside her. 

Then we laid there connected like that for a long time before separating, each taking a wobbly-kneed turn in the bathroom before returning to the bed and falling asleep naked in each other's arms.



Summer with C Ch. 12



Dawn arrived and I awoke. C was lying on her front, face toward me. She looked properly disheveled and sexy as all hell. Before I headed for the bathroom I gently peeled the sheet back to reveal her lovely body. The position she was in provided a great view of the succulent fruit that I'd feasted on the night before. I looked down at my erection and thought that we should do something about that. In the bathroom I quietly washed up. The soapy warm water felt wonderful and I stroked my self for a while like that before rinsing and drying, then headed back to the bed.

Gently I crawled onto and across the bed so that the tip of my cock was positioned inches from her face, then lowered myself until it grazed her lips. Involuntarily she parted them lightly and then a little more, eventually enough that I was able to slip first the head in and then some of the shaft. Slowly I began a little in and out and slowly she too awoke. She became more actively involved, sucking and them using her hands to stroke my balls and play with my cock. I reached down and played with her pussyslit which was getting more and more juicy by the moment. My middle finger slipped inside her and I simultaneously fingerfucked and facefucked her. 

But I wanted my cock inside her cunt. I lay down and pulled her over and atop me, then watched as she straddled and lowered herself onto my shaft. I watched as it disappeared inside her. It was that gooey sloppy morning after type sex. C bounced up and down slowly and sensuously with her eyes closed and a deeply satisfied look on her face. Her tongue would dart out between and across her lips from time to time and occasionally her eyes opened and stared at me as she impaled herself over and over and over. Her tits bounced ever so slightly as she did and each stroke took me closer to the edge. She ground her pelvis against mine and I thrust my hips high off the bed as she did.

Just as I thought I couldn't hold out any more, she convulsed intensely, locking her legs around my sides, sending me into my own throbbing climax. It seemed to go on forever, but eventually she collapsed against me, still kneeling with her legs at my sides, like a fetal position straddling me with my cock still inside her. We lay there like that for at least a half hour. My cock eventually went limp and slipped out of her and she headed for the bathroom. There was a huge puddle of cum at my crotch and I was immensely pleased when C returned with a warm wet washcloth to mop it up. After she peed we climbed into the shower together and had a hot slippery session soapy of groping and fondling and bodies sliding over each other.

I dressed and went to the car to retrieve her purse which she'd left there the night before. I'll never cease to be amazed at the amount of stuff a woman can get into a purse, but out came hairbrush and cosmetics, the hairdryer in the bathroom was revved up and before long she was ready to head out.

Except that she was still naked. All that she'd worn the night before was the chemise, and pulling that off in broad daylight on a Saturday morning was really stretching things. I went to a drawer in the dresser, pulled out some things that I'd left there the previous afternoon when I had first checked into the room and handed them to her. On went sassy little white cotton thong panties, a white T, and white Reeboks with pale grey striping. It was both cute and sexy as all hell at the same time, the white contrasting her tan nicely. The hem of the T came barely past her crotch, so it seemed like she was all legs and the fabric did little to disguise her nipples. She looked in the mirror, then pawed through her purse for a minute to locate a band to pull her hair back in a ponytail. Perfect.

We headed for the lobby and then the car. As we drove to her place she confessed "Last night was the first time I've ever been on the receiving end of oral sex". I glanced over at her. 

"It was incredible. I guess it was also the first time I've ever really had an orgasm. I thought I had in the past, but nothing ever like what I experienced last night and this morning."

"Maybe its just the degree of one that's the difference." "No, it was entirely different. I've never been consumed like that, never lost control of my body like that. In the past I've experienced something that was pleasant in some cases, but I always wondered what the big deal was all about. I knew there had to be more to it than what I'd felt."

"We'll have to make certain that happens often." 

She sat there with a very sweet and contented look on her face before getting out. I sat in the car and watched longingly as she skipped up the walk to her building then disappeared into the vestibule.



Summer with C Ch. 13



Sunday we headed back to Sun Acres for another day of nakedness in the sun. The weather prediction was for a scorcher and being outside with nothing on seemed like the perfect way to spend it. I suggested that C wear the white T ensemble and when she reappeared from the vestibule that morning I was surprised to find that she had upped the ante a bit by substituting a white ribbed singlet. It bordered on transparency - you could barely discern the outline of the white thong underneath. I smiled approvingly as she slid into the passenger seat. We headed southward.

Once again, we immediately disrobed when we arrived and then set up camp by the pool. It was hot indeed and we were in the pool every fifteen or twenty minutes to cool off. Eventually we'd had enough sun for a while and I suggested we go for a walk.

There are many trails and paths including a lovely woodland one which we chose for the shade it would provide. C marched along wearing only her Reeboks and I in a pair of black sandals. We'd both been consuming a lot of water that morning and at one point I stopped to pee along the trail. When I finished, I looked over at C who had been watching intently. She spread her legs apart and let loose a stream of her own, saying "Power of suggestion."

Watching her pee so nonchalantly like that I immediately got an erection and she laughed, continuing to giggle as we headed along and my hard-on persisted. It bobbled back and forth and up and down as we walked. At one point she grabbed it and led me along like that, which didn't help any with regard to my regaining "social acceptableness". Eventually it relaxed to semi-turgidity, dangling but still swollen. 

We emerged from the woods to the back meadow area. There were a few people about, two couples out walking, a couple more single guys, and a small cluster of a half dozen lounging under a tree. As we walked by they were very absorbed in some form of discussion and one of the men was copping a feel of one of the women's tits.

Beyond the meadow lay cornfields, with the plants around four feet high at that point. There are broad mowed paths around the perimeter of several large fields and we proceeded to hike along several of them. Hedgerows separate one field from another and as we turned a bend at one point, a couple was off to the side and seemed startled that we'd appeared. He quickly turned his back, but not before we caught a glimpse of erect penis. She looked flustered, but continued to face us as we passed by. 

C glanced at me, a smirk on her face. I smiled and said "Looks like they were having fun, eh?" She continued with her cat-that-ate-the-mouse look and I stopped then said "Let's go back." We retraced our steps and this time approached the spot where we'd seen the couple this time approaching in a more stealthy manner. Sure enough, she was squatting on the ground, his cock in her mouth. We kept our distance and watched as she sucked away. I got hard again and C took hold of my tool and stroked it. Eventually she too sank to her knees and took it in her mouth, but positioned herself so that she could also keep an eye on the other two. 

We went on like that for quite some time, them oblivious at first to our presence. At one point he glanced around furtively and noticed us, up to the same thing. C saw that he was watching and proceeded to play it up, taking my cock out of her mouth, licking the shaft, kissing the head of it, swirling her tongue around the mushroom bulge and pumping it with her hand before taking it back into her mouth again, deeper than she had been able to take before. I stroked and petted her on her head. 

The other woman was oblivious to our presence and was focused on the cock in her mouth, pumping away furiously. Suddenly he grabbed the back of her head and shoved his groin hard against her face, holding it there while his body tensed up. They were too far away to see any more than that. 

I pulled out of C's mouth and suggested that we head along, but if she would like to, she could lead me along by my cock as she had in the woods. We waltzed by the other two as she was getting up, licking her lips as she did. A dribble of cum had oozed out of one corner of her mouth and she was again startled to see us and realize that we had probably been watching. C had her hand firmly on my shaft as we passed. He smiled silently and we continued on our way. A little further up, I suggested we stop and that C finish the job, but do so with her hand. She did as told and was rewarded in no time at all with me blasting a dozen or so arcs of white spunk for several feet in front of me. Then she knelt down and gently sucked and licked me clean. 

We walked around the cornfields for a bit more before heading back to the pool. It was even hotter now and after a final dunk in the tepid water, we headed for home.



Summer with C Ch. 14



The next week's activities were minimal, as C had her monthly visitor. Some people are into sex during that, but neither of us were. She ended up heading out of town for a few days to visit her mom in Ohio. We kept in touch each day and I was actually a good boy for an entire week. 

We ramped things back up the following Monday with a trip to the beach. This time I had her wear a lime green G string thong. Nothing out of the ordinary happened other than running into a friend of mine who couldn't keep his eyes off the nearly naked wench at my side. C knew it and at one point she played with one of her nipples just to torment him a bit. 

That evening I visited her at her apartment. She answered the door in the stockings and heels as I had requested, but this time with the addition of a garterbelt. Something about it added just the right touch of sluttiness. In no time at all my clothes were off, my cock was in her mouth and then we were on the carpet in 69 position, each intent on getting the other off. We both came like that, her on the bottom arching her back and me atop her, spewing my load deep down her throat. 

After a rest and a glass of wine, we were at it again, this time a doggy style fuck, which didn't last all that long, as I seem to be unusually sensitive to that position. I can only last a couple minutes worth of drilling a woman from behind like that before I lose it. She told me she liked it immensely and hoped we could do it again soon. Around midnight I said goodnight and left her lying naked on the floor.

Tuesday was rainy and overcast, but still warm and muggy. There was no threat of lightning and that evening I invited her to come to my place around eight. She asked me what to wear and I told her to be barefoot and wear her raincoat. When she arrived at my door I was already naked. Her raincoat came off immediately and we headed to the back deck which overlooks a golf course. Ordinarily there would be people on the course even at that hour, but with a day of steady drizzle no one was around and we fucked like little rabbits on the deck, trying out several positions. After she had climaxed via my oral ministrations and again with her standing bent over against the rail with me ramming it home from behind, I stood while she finished me off orally. 

This time when I came I pulled out of her mouth at the last instant and much to her surprise blasted a big load of milky white semen all over her face. It ran down her cheekbones, off her chin and onto her chest. The drizzle largely rinsed it off, but I showed her my outdoor shower tucked into a corner of the deck and she gave herself a more proper rinse. I headed in to pour us each a glass of wine and when I returned to the deck I found her on all fours, chest pressed against the boards and ass stuck up in the air with her sex prominently displayed. I was hard again in no time, went over to her and straddled her in a crouch position, then guided my cock into her. I pumped deep and hard but again it took next to no time before I blew my wad. I continued to thrust away after and she squealed with delight as it went on until I could stand the hypersensitivity no more.

For a variety of reasons, the next day didn't work for either of us. I set the next play date for Thursday evening and told her to meet me at a bar on the west side. It was one of those dark wood paneled places and it connected to a hotel. I'd selected a mocha colored silk camisole with black lace at the neckline for her that evening, accompanied by opaque brown pantyhose and finished with her highest black stilettoes. 

She garnered a lot of attention at the bar and from time to time I would caress her ass. It was unbelievably sensuous. After we were served our second drinks I said "C'mon, I have a room reserved". We trotted out of the bar, past the pool and after swiping my guest card, in through one of the back entrances to the hotel. The halls were much more brightly lit than the bar or patio had been and she suddenly looked very underdressed.

Using the card again we entered the room and I began fondling her and peeling the clothing off, but not before I'd produced the blindfold that we had used the first time she was permitted to suck my cock. She asked "What's this about?" but I simply said "Shhhhh..."

Once she was naked, I lay her on her back on the bed and proceeded to work my magic with my tongue on her labia and clitoris. She got wetter and wetter before I turned her over and onto all fours. On my back I slipped my head between her lags and continued lapping away at her pussy. Her moans got stronger and stronger, but each time I sensed that she was ready to come I backed off, keeping her right on the edge. When I slipped out from that position she was trembling in anticipation of my cock, dying to be taken over the edge.

I let her stay like that for several minutes. In the meantime, Rick tiptoed out of the bathroom where he had been hiding. He and I were swing acquaintances, both about the same age, height, weight, and endowment. Gently and smoothly he climbed onto the bed, positioned himself between her legs and slipped his rigid member between her pussylips and started slowly and smoothly to fuck her doggy style. 

Rick had no problem lasting. He went on and on and she came several times as he relentlessly thrusted away. After fifteen or twenty minutes I positioned myself at the edge of the bed where she was clinging with her head over the it as he soldiered on. Her mouth was agape in ecstasy and it was an easy matter to place the head of my cock right inside it before she had any idea what was happening. Mindlessly closing her mouth around it she started to suck, then froze.

Every part of her body went rigid in shock. Suddenly she found a cock not only in her pussy, but another in her mouth as well. Rick stopped still, his cock still inside her. I reached down and stroked her and simply said "Shhhh - I'm here and it's OK". 

Gradually she relaxed and Rick resumed his inexorable rhythm again. She moaned ever so slightly and closed her mouth around my cock again giving over to the sensations rushing through her body. Rick's thrusts were becoming more and more urgent and C's moans more so as well. She spasmed as another orgasm crested and Rick delivered one final thrust. As they both peaked, I shot my load in her mouth and groaned in delight.

We all three twitched and shivered for several minutes in that manner until both Rick and I had emptied all our jizz, he into the condom I'd insisted he wear and me down her throat. 

After a minute or two, Rick pulled out, tidied up a bit in the bathroom and disappeared out the door. C collapsed onto the bed and I sat next to her, stroking her hair and body, then removed the blindfold. She blinked several times, even in the dim light of the hotel room. 

"Wow," she said "That was a shock." 

"Did you like having two cocks at once?" 

"It took me a couple minutes to get into it, but yes, I did like it. I love feeling your cock in my mouth and having another inside me at the same time was definitely intense. Who was it?" 

I just smiled and said "Lets get dressed and go home."



Summer with C Ch. 15



I never let her know. She asked questions like "Is it someone I know?". 

I would reply "No." When she asked a few days later if it was someone she had seen at some point I said "Yes." 

"Before or after?" was her next query.

My response was "After." That drove her wild trying to figure out who it might have been. 

Actually, Rick saw her out in the sunlight the very next day at the beach. I told him we would be there and if he wanted a peek at her in a g-string catching some rays to come check it out. That day she was attired in a pale pink thong with a very pronounced cameltoe, very earthy and very girly at the same time. After that we didn't cross paths with Rick again for quite some time.

In the evening we were both quite tired and went our separate ways. I told her that I had something planned for Saturday night and that I would pick her up at seven thirty then handed her a package with her attire for the event. I smiled as she walked from the car to the door of the building where she worked. She was wearing the black and white dress and the way it draped across her svelte frame was delightful. If I worked with her I'd not be able to accomplish anything with her looking so scrumptious all the time.

At the appointed time the following eve, I rang her bell and was buzzed in. The attire this time consisted of a black lace bustier, sheer black hosiery, a short black leather miniskirt, a sheer black blouse, and of course, black stilettoes. I knew she was pantyless, as I'd not included any in the package. It bordered on totally tramp, but somehow avoided going completely there. We made our way to the car and then headed for the suburbs. Down a wooded side road with a half dozen nice but not extravagant homes and at the end was our destination. I rang the bell and we were soon greeted by Denise, a bubbly blonde who stood around the same height as C, also in tall stilettoes, but wearing only a black lace bra and matching bikini panties. 

Denise was joined by Stan, a man who stood a good six foot tall and was dressed in dark olive slacks and a cream colored polo. They greeted us warmly and asked us in. We all sat on camel colored leather sofas in the living room and Denise fetched us nibbles and drinks. She convinced C to have a cosmopolitan with her. Stan and I had vodka martinis. We chatted for a while about the golf tournament that had just wrapped up and the havoc it wreaked on the village each year. Then the subject wandered to a recent incident regarding a certain local broadcast personality and rumors about her sexual proclivities. 

C had been squirming on the deep seated sofa, trying to present herself with some sort of decorum. Denise had plopped down with her legs curled up beneath her, but the leather skirt and lack of panties made that posture almost impossible for C to achieve in any sort of ladylike manner. Denise headed back to the kitchen for some other snacks and asked C to give her a hand. When they returned, after C had set down the tray she'd ferried in, Denise said "Lets get you more comfy sweetie." She then proceeded to unfasten C's blouse and followed by the skirt, letting it drop to the floor whereupon C stepped out of it. Denise made the blouse and skirt disappear, leaving C standing in the middle of the room with Stan gazing admiringly at her. While the bustier concealed her breasts, there was no bottom to it and her freshly shaven snatch was in clear view. Garter straps that were part of the bustier clipped to and held up the black stockings. It was really something to behold and both Stan and I had to adjust our equipment as it bulged in our pants at the sight.

"Have a seat over here." Stan said, patting the broad arm of the leather chair he was ensconced in. C perched sidesaddle alongside him. 

Looking at me Denise spoke next. "Now we need to get you more comfortable as well. You boys are definitely overdressed." She helped me peel off my jeans and shirt, leaving me in my black and white stripe briefs, through which she began to fondle the bulge in the front of them a bit. 

Stan looked on approvingly and Denise slipped a hand inside the waistband, took hold of my penis, then tugged the briefs down far enough that it was exposed but my gonads were still covered. She smiled and said "Yummy, nice hard cock all ready for play."

I wanted the briefs gone entirely, so slipped them off my hips and down to my ankles at which point Denise finished the job. I reached for her bra and undid the clasp. It fell from her shoulders freely, exposing a pair of dangly C cup boobs with enormous aureoles and big chunky nipples which she immediately presented to my mouth for attention. She had my cock in her hand stroking it as I sucked and nibbled on first one and then the other of her orbs. I pushed a hand inside her panties and found a thick mound of pubic fur capping an extremely wet cunt. The panties came off and I started some serious fingerfucking, working three fingers deep inside her while rubbing my thumb on her kernel. 

But she wanted cock. Producing a condom from somewhere she unwrapped it and then wrapped me. Lying lengthwise on the sofa she lifted one leg up on the back and spread the other out to the side, foot planted firmly on the floor. Her pussy was like a gaping vortex demanding to be stuffed. I positioned myself and then drove it home, deep inside her in one deep thrust. It was hot and extremely juicy in there.

I looked over at C who was watching intently with an expression of half lust and half jealously. Stan slid a hand along her thigh and then to her shaven snatch. As I fucked his wife, I watched him poke a finger into C and probe around a bit, then withdraw it and offer it to her to suck on. She complied and then he stood, disrobed and stood before her with a half hard penis. C knew what was expected and took his meat first in her hand and then her mouth until it was erect and proud. Stan had a good sized schlong and C seemed concerned, but after he donned a condom and positioned her on her back in the sofa right next to us with legs splayed wide, she took it all.

We fucked like that for at least a half hour watching each other the whole time. C was mostly quiet but from time to time let out little groans of pleasure. Denise had a mouth on her like a truck driver and was constantly saying things like "Fuck me baby. Fuck my red hot pussy. Gimme that nice hard cock. Harder harder harder!" Stan said something about how tight a cunt C had and I mostly kept quiet, which is my nature while having sex.

When I came, I looked over at C and looked deep into her eyes as I did. Denise hollered "YES! YES! YES!" as she felt my member throbbing inside her. It took a while longer, but Stan also climaxed, bellowing like a bull moose as he did. 

Realizing we were all dripping with sweat, we extricated protrusions from orifices and slid off condoms, then all took a quick rinse in the large walk-in shower down the hall. Afterward I toweled C off and she seemed grateful for the attention. We stayed long enough after to be sociable and finish fresh drinks that Denise prepared for us. She remained naked even after the rest of us had dressed and saw us to the door like that, pecking us both on the cheek as we slipped out. I had the distinct impression that she and Stan were going to go another round before they called it a night.

C was quiet on the way home and when we stopped at her place, I asked if everything was OK. 

"Yes", she replied, "I just was sorta jealous as I watched you and Denise fuck." I was surprised and pleased to hear her finally use the f word. "I wanted to play with your cock tonight and I didn't get a chance."

We were in a darker corner of the parking lot. I unzipped my jeans and exposed my limp penis. She leaned over, took it in her mouth and in no time at all it was hard. She sucked and slurped away bringing me to the verge of a climax several times before I erupted in her mouth. When she came up for air I asked "Better?" 

She simply smiled and swallowed, then kissed me on the cheek before hopping out of the car and saying " 'Night. See you tomorrow?" 

"Yeah, talk to ya' in the morning."

I was halfway to my place before I realized my dick was still hanging out of my pants.



Summer with C Ch. 16



Sunday we took a long drive down through the Southerntier. I had selected a white bodysuit for her to wear along with a short wrap skirt that was easily removed (and was rarely on). The bodysuit molded itself to her contours quite nicely displaying her shape well and doing very little to conceal the form of her nipples. The legs were high cut and the snugness of the fit between her legs produced a very nice cameltoe. 

At one point in our travels, I stopped the car and had her get out, then drove ahead for a ways, having instructed her to walk to where I parked. Several cars passed by as she strutted along the side of the road.

She might as well have been wearing nothing but paint and it was intoxicatingly sexy. 

Eventually we found a quiet place to pull off, hiked up a low hill and both stripped naked to fuck in the wide open at the crest. She got on all fours and I entered her from behind. This time I managed to hold my own for quite some time as I pounded in and out of her juicy quim but as soon as she spasmed and whimpered, I was ready to explode. I managed to hold on long enough to get my dick out of her pussy and into her mouth before the white stuff gushed out. She swallowed and said "Thank you." We walked back to the car with her naked and drove for quite a ways before I suggested she get dressed again.

That week we went to the beach every day at lunchtime and each time I had another tiny thong for her to wear. On Tuesday evening I took her to a place on West Avenue where a foxy little blonde pierced her nipples. It was really quite surprising how quickly she did it and how little fuss was involved. After being fitted with a pair of little barbell shaped "retainers", C checked herself out in a tall mirror. She had worn a gauzy broomstick dress which got removed during the procedure, so was standing there in nothing but a pair of silky red panties. There were a half dozen other people in the shop and she made certain that everyone got a good glimpse. What a true little exhibitionist she had developed into. 

Friday we skipped the beach but I had a package delivered to her at lunchtime with the usual instructions about wearing it that evening and told her that I'd be picking her up around ten. When I arrived, she was wearing the sexy black teddy along with heels and had done her hair up. I wanted to take her right then and there, but I'd made other plans for the evening. "Grab a skirt to wear with that." I instructed. She disappeared then returned with a short purple number that I'd not seen before. I smiled approvingly so she slipped it on and zipped it up. 

Driving south and then eastward, we headed through the burbs and into a more rural area with pockets of new subdivisions popping up. Turning down one of these roads, we soon came to a cul-de-sac and pulled into the driveway of a simple two story colonial. A few lights were on in the house. 

'Take the skirt off now."

C unzipped the side and slid it down her thighs and off her feet. I opened the car door, walked around and opened her side. She stepped out into the moonlight wearing only the teddy and heels looking glamorous and oh so desirable. Clickiety clicketty we walked to the front door and rang the bell. As we waited for an answer she whispered "Will I get to fuck you tonight or will I be servicing someone else again?" I just smiled and said "We'll see. Maybe you won't get fucked at all tonight." She gave me a big pout.

The door was opened by a svelte blonde of almost identical height and build as C. Her hair was very short and she was wearing a red silk minirobe with dragons embroidered all over in black and gold. 

"Come in," her eyes roaming all over C "I'm Abby. You look scrumptious my dear." We introduced ourselves and Abby showed us through to the back room den where C met Michael, a middle aged professional type of medium build who was balding but obviously quite fit in his shorts and T. He and I had known each other for quite some time and had shared a number of women, including Abby on a couple occasions. Michael immediately gave C a kiss and hug, then stood with his arm around her waist as he asked whether we'd had any trouble finding the place. He kissed her again and copped a feel of her scantily clad asscheeks before offering us drinks.

Michael mixed and Abby delivered, first mine and then C's. She hovered next to C and while Michael and I discussed a recent business triumph of his that had been in the paper, they chatted about shoes and C's teddy, hair salons, and other girls stuff. Abby asked what scent C was wearing and when C said "Fendi" she leaned right in to touch her nose to C's neck, ever so slightly pressing her body against C's. It was ever so brief, but after, Abby hovered even closer to C than she had been.

Before long, we had all finished our first round of drinks and Michael prepared another long island for each of the girls and martinis for he and I. As he handed Abby hers, he kissed her and fondled a breast through the silk robe, then reached down and loosened the sash which held it closed. This allowed him the opportunity to slip a hand inside for more direct contact with her tit. He left her with the robe dangling tantalizingly open, revealing the center of her chest but not her nipples. It also clearly exhibited that she was wearing sheer red panties.

Abby knew I was looking at her and decided to give me what I really wanted right then, a clear view of her sweet C-cups. To my delight, the robe came off. It turned out that the panties were sheer front and back, barely a wisp on her. She played coy and used C as a shield so that Michael and I couldn't see, in the process again pressing her now nearly naked body against the back of C. 

C giggled at the silliness and played along acting as the human shield. We all laughed and Abby reached around the front of C to offer her a sip of her drink saying something about a four fisted drinker. After disengaging herself she stood in front of C raising her now half empty martini glass and offered a toast "To tits!"

and we all laughed some more before she tossed the rest of the drink back. C decided to follow suit and the two of them eyed us expecting similar behavior. Michael and I looked at each other, rolled our eyes and each took another sip of our nearly full glasses. Its a lot easier to toss back a long island than martini.

Abby at that point sidled over to C and again pressed herself against C's back, but this time not to hide. Her hands wandered around C's waist, down her thighs and back upward, cupping her black satin clad breasts for a moment. C looked at me with a somewhat surprised expression, but the effects of the alcohol and Abby's forthright sensuality were gaining the upper hand. Abby's hands were on C's shoulders, sliding the straps of the teddy down, down her arms, revealing C's recently pierced breasts with the little dumbells firmly in place. Continuing to peel the teddy downward she spun C around so they were facing one another tits rubbing. When she could peal it no further because of reach, she sank to a squat and peeled it all the way to the floor, holding it while C stepped out of it. 

Running her hands along C's calves, up her thighs, and then cupping her asscheeks, Abby's face wound up right at C's crotch level. She studied the slit there intently, then gently placed a kiss right above it. C's mouth was part open as she watched Abby stick her tongue out and explore the top of the slit where she could reach before prying C's legs apart enough that she gain access to the entirety of her sex. 

All that Michael and I could see was Abby's face firmly planted at C's crotch, the expression on C's face, and the way in which her chest heaved as Abby lapped at her, firmly holding C's asscheeks all the while. Little by little C's look of astonishment gave way to one of complete bliss. Abby spread C's legs wider and inserted first one and then a second finger into her pussy as she continued to lap at her clit. C's hands alternated between holding Abby's head and fondling her own breasts before she locked both hands behind her neck as she shuddered and bucked to a spectacular climax.

Her knees seemed wobbly. Abby rose and embraced her, mashing their bodies together and locked their lips together. C just wrapped her arms around Abby and held her tightly. 

Abby loosened her grip and steered them both toward a sofa where she sat down, pulled her panties off and spread her legs wide to display her now glistening cunt which sported a mere wisp of pale brown fur. C removed her shoes, took a deep breath and knelt between Abby's legs. Gently she kissed the wet labia that beckoned to her, then licked them, kissed them some more and explored a little with her fingertips. One finger entered Abby, at first just s bit, then more and more. She removed it and tasted Abby's inner juices. Finally, she planted her face firmly between Abby's legs and began attending to her love button.

Michael and I watched entranced as C experienced sex with another woman for the very first time. Abby smiled in deep contentment and licked her lips. Her hands guided C's head, stroking her hair. She offered encouragement with comments like "Yes baby, yes" and groans and moans.

C's ass was poised up in the air with her swollen clam proudly on display and absolutely dripping wet. I stripped and positioned myself behind her, aiming my cuntdrill at it and then jammed it in. Straddling her I began a slow rhythmic fucking, trying not to be too forceful that it would disturb or distract her from the attention she was giving Abby's twat. Michael stripped too and positioned himself so that he could facefuck Abby at the same time. We went on and on and on like that, everyone enjoying the sensations and sights.

Abby came first. She suddenly released her jawclamp on Michael's member and let out a gurgling little scream of pure pleasure. C's head popped up and Abby's thighs clamped shut with C's head resting on her knees. She held herself and squirmed in her own private little ecstasy with her eyes shut tight. It was too much for C and she bucked wildly coming a second time. I pulled out and reached C's face just in time to join Michael as we both emptied the contents of our balls all over it.

We all collapsed for a bit before Abby took a look at C and said "Cmon honey, lets get you cleaned up." But rather than head her for the bathroom, she proceeded to kiss and lick every last drop of manjuice from her face, being certain to share some of it with C via deep prolonged kisses. When the girls were done polishing off all the semen, the four of us shared a shower then climbed into their king sized bed where during the middle of the night Michael had a turn with C and I with Abby, fucking them both doggystyle while they faced each other and sucked face. This time we painted Abby's face and let C do the cleanup detail.

We climbed back in the car at dawn, C wrapped in a blanket and caught a beautiful sunrise.



Summer with C Ch. 17-18



Saturday we took a breather, but on Sunday I picked C up to go to a pool party at Holly's house in Batavia. It was a beautiful warm summer day and I had C wear a white T and white lace G-string for the ride. Her tan was now very dark and the contrast of the attire was very striking. She no longer showed any form of trepidation with regard to prancing out the door like that or trotting in to Starbucks for an iced latte' en route. What made it even sexier was that she had chosen a pair of chunky white high heeled shoes to complete the outfit. After getting our beverages and before getting back into the car she "accidently" dropped her napkin and proceeded to bend over to retrieve it, baring her asscheeks for all that were watching to see. She was so striking in her minimal attire that I'm certain many were.

When we arrived at the renovated farmhouse a short ways outside the city limits, Holly, a very well preserved woman in her forties with a sleek A-cup body and shoulder length dark hair greeted us in the nude and then led us to the back yard. There we met Anna, a B to C-cup hottie with creamy mocha skin and the greatest nipples I've ever encountered as well as Ellen, a ravishing thing of Irish descent replete with auburn locks, freckles and a great B-cup body. Anna and Ellen were both in their mid thirties and like Holly sported perfectly smooth snatches. They all knew me well as I'd been with each of them before, in one on ones as well as threesomes and once all three at the same time - what an evening that had been. I'd not been able to walk properly for the next couple days. 

C must have felt overdressed and quickly slipped out of her T and G string. The girl talk began in earnest at that point. She didn't even notice as I slipped away, leaving her in the very capable hands of the other three. I had set this up so that she could experience a true girl only escapade with no cocks a part of the equation, only tongues, lips, fingers, and... dildoes. 

What she didn't know until much later was that Holly had four surveillance cameras set up in the corners of the yard and the entire afternoon was captured on glorious black and white video that was later shared with me. I saw as they lay about, swam, chatted, and more importantly as the other three "ganged up" on C, smothering her with affection, massaging, kissing, and exploring every bit of her body, introducing her to her first (and second and third) dildo, taking turns eating her out and then having her return the favor, using a strap-on on her, lying crotch to crotch joined cunt to cunt by a double headed dildo, and even managing to briefly poke a little anal plug up her rosebud at one point. They cuddled and caressed and played as only a group of naked women can. I so regretted that there was no sound to accompany the tape, but it was easy to imagine the giggles, sighs, and moans that undoubtedly took place. 

My favourite scene involved C on her back with Ellen on all fours, face buried between C's legs, Anna behind Ellen giving her a good fucking with a strap-on while burying a thumb up her anus as well, and Kelly squatting over C's face getting eaten out. It went on and on like that before C, Ellen and Kelly all came at once in writhing pile of female flesh. This was followed by the three of them ganging up on Anna, one on each tit and the third between her legs until she too was squirming in orgasmic ecstasy. 

When I picked C up that evening, I asked how it went (I'd not yet seen the tape). She looked at me with a dreamy smile and just said "wonderful" and that she was exhausted, which soon manifested itself in her falling soundly asleep. I could barely rouse her enough to get her out of the car and into her apartment. I undressed her and tucked her into her bed, making certain that her alarm was set for the next morning

That week saw more of us at the beach each day. C had become the queen of the cameltoe, now always in one of the many g-strings I'd purchased for her. Pink, white, indigo, celadon, and neon green went the week. On Wednesday night we went to a new bar in the East End with her wearing only a black lace chemise. It was very revealing in that the lace was quite open in weave, but with the dim lighting in concert with her deep tan and shaved snatch, it ended up not being all that much of a show. We ended up only staying for one round of drinks before heading off to another smaller bar on Main Street for a second. There we wound up having sex in the men's room there with her perched on the sink with my cock thrusting away in her cunt until someone walked in to take a leak. We both came with him standing there stroking himself as we did, whereupon C lent him a hand and helped him to finish off, spewing his wad into the ice filled urinal. 

Friday evening we headed out for another house party. This was hosted by Ferd and Gina in a home right on the lake, actually quite close to the beach where we had been spending so much time. Ferd recognized C immediately and she him from walking the beach. He said something about not recognizing her at first because she had clothes on, but that was stretching things a bit, as she wasn't wearing all that much that evening. When we left her apartment she had been wearing a short black pleated skirt and gold lurex tube top that exhibited her nipples nicely. At the last minute I had her shed the skirt and leave it in the car, leaving her wearing only the tube top, her black fuckmepumps, and black lace panties with high cut legs when we'd rung the front bell. 

Gina was attired in billowy slacks and a sheer black blouse with nothing underneath. She really had nothing at all going on in the breast department other than some nicely tweakable nipples, but she did have incredible long legs, shoulder length blonde hair, and one of those truly beautiful model type faces with perfect skin and high cheekbones. 

We were introduced to a couple of other guys that had arrived before us and soon after a two more showed up. I really can't remember their names, had never met them before, but they were friends of Ferd and Gina's. C garnered a lot of attention in her skimpy attire and before long all four of the guys had chatted her up a bit. Ferd mixed drinks and distributed beers while Gina flirted a bit, but generally just kind of watched the goings on. After the second round of drinks had made its way around I drew C aside and instructed her to go to the powder room and change into what I'd left her a few minutes earlier. She trotted off to fulfill her mission.

Five minutes later she reappeared wearing the heels, a pair of black stockings, and a lacy black garterbelt. The guys were all over her in a flash, standing as close as they could get and embarrassing her with comments about how sweet of titties she had all the way to "I bet that's one tight lil' pussy." 

Gina stepped in at that point, slipping an arm around C's shoulders and drew her away. The living room was on two levels, one three steps higher than the other. She took C by the hand, leading her up the steps and then stopping at the top. There she proceeded to kiss her deep and passionately, pressing their bodies together as she did. 

We all watched slack jawed as Gina slid out of the elastic waisted slacks revealing those legs that just went on and on. Slowly and provocatively she unbuttoned her blouse until it hung open and then slipped it off her shoulders. Not having worn any panties, her exquisite muff of flaxen colored hair was clearly on view. Placing her hands on C's shoulders she pushed downward sending C to her knees, presenting her with an even better view of that bush than the rest of us had.

C knew what was now expected of her and she kissed, licked, and probed with her tongue as Gina lifted one leg to rest her foot atop an ottoman just to her right. Her labia were distended and C tugged at them with her mouth before burying her tongue between them, probing away until she located the little kernel of love that Gina needed licked. As Gina grew more and more aroused, C slipped the thumb of her right hand between the flaps of flesh and as deep inside as she could while fanning her other four fingers out to clench Gina's perineum and asscheeks. For what seemed like an hour she lapped away at Gina until the cries of ecstasy reached a peak and Gina was reduced to a quivering mass of nerves, doubling up and sinking onto the ottoman.

Ferd was now naked, as was I. We each took one of C's hands and led her to the oversized bedroom at the far end of the house. All four of the others had unzipped their pants as they had been watching and had been stroking themselves. In the bedroom they all got fully undressed and the six of us proceeded to take turns with C, wrapping her hands around our shafts or facefucking her or sinking our cocks deep into her juicy quim. It continued like that until we had all experienced both pussy and mouth at least once. She was extremely aroused and nearly ready to cum when I reached down and began manipulating her clit with my finger. 

Almost immediately she gasped and let out a long sensual moan that grew louder and louder as she peaked. As she came, so did we all, one by one stroking ourselves and splattering our loads all over her chest, face, and abdomen. By the time we were done she was coated with a thick film of milky white spunk and when she finally sat up it slid and dripped down the front of her as she made her way across the hardwood floor to the master bath. Gina joined her there where the two of them popped into the shower together, lathering up and sliding against each other, fingering each other until each had cum one more time. Then they dried each other off, combed and dried each other's hair before re-applying some of the makeup that had washed off. Gina wrapped herself in a robe and handed another to C.

We rode back to C's apartment with her like that and as we went inside we passed her neighbor Charlie who gave us the strangest look, but hey, who cares, right?



Summer with C Ch. 19



Saturday we took a road trip to Niagara Falls. All the way there I had C wear what was supposed to be a broomstick pleated skirt but with the elasticized waist up under her armpits it became a micro minidress, coming just below her crotch when she stood and doing very little to conceal her nipples which firm little nubbins all day. After we got through the toll booth I handed her a box with a bow around it which she immediately opened. Inside was a large purple double headed silicone dildo.

I told her to suck on it. She proceeded to put on quite a show for me as well as several truckers we passed, licking and sucking both ends of the monster. After twenty minutes of this I then instructed her to insert it in her pussy. The hem of the skirt got raised and she slowly shoved it between her now juicy cunt lips and deep inside. I kept urging her "Deeper, deeper, deeper."

"I can't fit any more." 

"OK, now jerk away on it like you're a guy wanking off to nude photos of you."

C did as instructed, seven or eight inches of the monstrous device buried out of sight deep inside her hot juicy quim, but another ten or twelve available for stroking away with both hands. If that had been a real fuckpole, the guy attached to it would have cum several times. As she cranked away on it, she also rammed it back and forth inside her hot juicy cunt, leading to several orgasms as we drove along. By the time we reached our exit, there was a pool of her juices on the leather seat.

When we arrived at our hotel, "Barney" got put away again and C tottered along beside me as we signed in. I instructed her to remove the skirt once we were inside the elevator, just as I had the chemise a couple weeks previous in a different elevator. Our room was on the 15th floor, but the elevator stopped on 14 to allow a young couple aboard. They did their best to ignore her nakedness, but I wasn't going to go for that and before the doors opened again at our floor, I reached over and fondled one of C's breasts and nipple. Again, they were very gracious in their lack of response, although I did hear her say as the cab doors were closing after our departure at our floor "wow! That was hot!"

C again strutted along beside me until we found our room her luscious tits jiggling away. The door was ajar and it turned out that housekeeping had not quite finished yet. We still entered and dropped our bag, all the time with C naked except for the high heeled straw sandals she still had on. C made a beeline for the toilet and sat down to pee leaving the door open and she on full display for the maid.

The maid was a lovely little asian creature decked out in the hotel livery of grey dress with burgundy piping. She looked at me with a great degree of uncertainty and I told her to take her time finishing up, we were in no great hurry to be left alone. She half smiled and shook her head before continuing to tidy up and then starting to change the bed linens. 

C finished her pee and started the shower. As the maid continued making the bed with her back to me, I slipped out of my jeans and shirt, then slipped off the black silk briefs I'd worn that day. Just then the maid turned around to find me naked with the beginnings of a hard-on that quickly became a full fledged ful-mast as her eyes roamed over my body. I grinned and as I headed for the bathroom asked if she could bring some towels in for us. 

A couple minutes after I joined C in the shower, the door opened again and in slid the now also naked maid to join us. Her breasts were virtually non-existant and she stood no more than four foot nine. She sported an ample crop of dark pubes and her hair was short cropped. She wasted no time slipping in between us and taking over the soap bar, lathering us both all over, then herself, turning herself into the slippery middle of a sensual sandwich. Her soapy hands stroked my cock and balls then wandered between C's thighs and explored her pierced nipples.

Not a word was said. She stopped with the soap and steered us both into the stream of water so that it would rinse away, then dropped to her knees to alternately minister with her tongue to C's slick snatch and then wrap her mouth around my cock, back and forth between the two of us before settling in with my shaft in her mouth and several of her tiny fingers buried in C's quim. Eventually I saw all four fingers disappear, then her thumb and finally her entire hand was inside C's fuckhole and she proceeded to slowly fist her at the same time slurping away on my dick. 

C and I pressed against each other with the maid wedged between our thighs. The water was just the right temperature and we locked lips, tongues darting in and out of each others' mouths. C began to tremble as an immense orgasm overtook her. The sensation of her peak took me over the edge too and I erupted in the maid's mouth, gushing away blast after blast of hot white joyjuice.

She stayed in that crouched position and extended her hand up, uttering the only word she did the entire time, "Soap." I handed it to her and she again soaped us both up before coming up for air, then sliding back out of the shower. 

I turned the water off and opened the door. She was already dried off and had a towel in each hand, but refused to let either of us dry ourselves, instead very attentively attending to that for us. She lingered over my cock a bit, then gently kissed the tip of it before disappearing out the door of the bathroom. A minute later I heard the door to the suite close. We never saw her again.



Summer with C Ch. 20



The rest of the afternoon was consumed with naps and a stroll to the falls. There's a spot on the Canadian side where you can pretty much guarantee the mist will get you and it was well populated as it was a ninety five degree day. Everyone wanted to catch some of the cooling mist. C's attire for this escapade was a lightweight pale turquoise cotton tee that ended mid thigh. The bright pink of her shoes with four inch heels was matched by her toe and fingernail polish. 

We wandered into the throng of mist aficionados and in no time at all we too were ever so slowly becoming drenched in the cooling vapors. The wetter we got, the more prominent C's nipples became. It also became quite evident that she was wearing no panties as the flimsy fabric clung to her ass and thighs. As I looked around, there were several women whose headlights were on high beam, but in C's case the light blue material molded itself to her braless contours like paint. I had an incredible desire to suck her nipples right through the shirt. Men were ogling her, some women were as well, others were simply keeping their thoughts to themselves and the kids were all oblivious to the erotic display that C was putting on.

We hung out for a while, then headed back. We dried out quickly in the sun and heat and by the time we got in the elevator again, you'd never know how much on display C had been earlier. Even though there was a guy in the cab, once the doors shut, C pulled the tee up, over her head, and off, treating him to a display of first class tits and shaved pussy. We got off at 15 and on the way out, C draped the tee over his shoulder. I looked back as the doors closed behind us and he was staring mouth agape at C's sweet little naked ass as she strutted off down the hall. 

We both showered up again and got ready for dinner. We had reservations at a great Italian restaurant a block from the hotel and I was really looking forward to the evening. Not only would we be dining at one of the best places in North America for osso bucco, but we would be joined by two other couples and the plan was to all get naked after. I'd brought another sexy little silk chemise from Victoria's Secret for C to wear, this time a rich smoky grey with a touch of black lace in the vee of the neckline. Again there was a wisp of a thong to accompany but instead of grey, it was a mixture of sheer and lace, all in black. She added black stilettoes with slender straps that merely made her look even closer to naked. She did her hair up atop her head, a few wisps dangling down here and there. I don't know where it came from, but she had grey eye shadow virtually the same shade as the chemise. She also re-did her nail polish to a deep claret color.

Just before heading out the door, I extracted a small jewelry type box from my bag and popped it open. From it I removed a collar of black lace about two inches high with an oval fire opal stone at the front held in a pewter setting. I 

fastened it around C's slender neck and handed her a pair of matching opal studs to replace the dangly sliver earrings she usually wore. I slipped a second pair in my pocket.

She looked stunning as we strode down the hall to the elevator and even more crossing the lobby. Her nipples were clearly discernable and her breasts jiggled nicely as she walked. The grey silk rippled ever so slightly as it slithered back and forth at her hips. 

Then we were outside. The sun was just beginning to set, turning the western sky a color not unlike the opals she wore. Her magnificence was magnified by the fact that she was strutting down a highly populated city sidewalk and all eyes were on her as she click-click-clicked and jiggle-jiggle-jiggled on her way, a faintly mischievous smile gracing her lips. 

Inside the restaurant, we were escorted by the maitre de to a table where Mike and Candice were already seated, just as a waiter delivered a martini to him and a cosmo to her. We asked for a duplicate and after introductions slid onto the banquette, Candice to my right, C my left and Mike beyond to Candice's right. She was done up in a short oxblood leather skirt and a sheer black blouse that clearly showed off a sexy black lace bra beneath. Sitting with her legs crossed, the skirt rode up high, showing off the lacy tops of black stockings. Her hair was jet black and quite short, almost boyish but perfectly suited to her pert nose and high cheekbones. 

We had just settled into the small talk when Pete and Pat arrived. They are quite a pair, he well over six feet tall and totally bald, her barely over five foot with long flaming red hair, a tiny slender build, and heavily freckled complexion. Although this was the first time we had all met, I'd spoken to both Mike and Pete, but I still wasn't prepared for just how striking Pat was. 

It didn't hurt that she was wearing a black strapless dress that was little more than a large tube sock, clinging to her hips, waist, and tiny tits. Her hair came down past her ass and the dress ended barely an inch beyond that. She tottered along on huge platform shoes with extreme heels. They sat down, ordered gin and tonics both and the conversation moved along. The waiter reappeared after a bit, we ordered, and ordered another round as well. 

While we were waiting for the food, the conversation drifted off to shopping, the women all comparing notes as to where they might head the next day. At one point I felt Candice's hand on my thigh and as I looked to my right I realized that she had allowed the skirt to ride even higher so that now I saw the bare flesh of thighs about the top of her stockings. Her hand wandered to my crotch and came to rest on the bulge of my cock. She glanced over at me and then returned to the conversation but kept her hand parked in my lap for most of the dinner, only removing it on occasion as she needed to facilitate eating. I was hard the entire time.

After dessert and coffee had been served and savored, the three women all slipped away to the little girls room. Mike, Pete, and I all complimented each other on what sweet little pieces of ass we were lucky enough to have accompanying us. Mike mentioned that he had noticed where Candice's hand had been earlier and I nodded affirmatively. 

"She gets like that sometimes, just can't wait to get her hands on fresh cock."

"Well, I hope she's interested in getting more than just her hands on it."

We all had a little laugh and Mike replied "Don't worry, she gives great head, but I'm certain she's in the mood to go for a ride or two tonight as well."

The girls returned just then. We had already taken care of the bill and rather than sit down, Candice said "Shall we move along now?"

That was when I noticed that her bra was in her hand instead of cladding her breasts beneath the sheer blouse. That's also when C tossed her g-string into the middle of the table and Pam followed suit with a similar little wad of black lace. Candice proceeded to add the bra to the pile and announce "I wasn't wearing any panties, so... " 

Of course everyone in the immediate vicinity heard and the girls all received some pretty intense scrutiny as we exited (not that they wouldn't have without her pronouncement). It was dark out, but there was plenty of light from the street lamps as well as an abundance of honky-tonk neon. I swear the traffic came to a standstill as these three hotties sashayed down the street and back to the hotel. I was really enjoying watching Candice's breasts bouncing away through the sheer blouse. 

The boys and I had earlier made arrangements for a large penthouse suite as a playroom for the night. We all piled into the elevator for the ride up to the 21st floor and no sooner had the door closed than C pulled her chemise up and off, proudly handing it to me once she had. She was getting quite use to this.

Pam and Candice both giggled, but joined suit and in a matter of seconds there were three naked women in the cab and three guys holding onto their clothing. Candice was standing right in front of me and proceeded to grind her bare ass against my crotch. C and Pam were ahead of her and eyeing each others feminine forms. At the 19th floor the elevator halted and the doors parted.

None of us had been paying too much attention to the floor designator. We all stepped off assuming we were on the correct floor and ran straight into two couples in swimsuits who were obviously headed for the pool. We all just kind of stopped short and gasped. The other couples were more than a little surprised to see three naked delicious women. Before we realized what was happening, the door to the elevator closed and there we were.

Pam started to giggle at the absurdity of it all and C and Candice joined in. One of the other guys said "Don't know what party you're headin' to but it should be a humdinger."

I quickly replied "We ARE the party and it will be taking place on 21 if you'd like to join us."

"Thanks, but no thanks, I think we'll just head for the spa." he responded.

"If you change your mind, just come up and knock." One of the girls was very hot looking in a skimpy black string bikini with gold accents. I certainly would have liked to have unwrapped and savored that lovely creature, but figured I'd better not push it. There was plenty of juicy ripe pussy in our sextet all dying to get pumped.

Another elevator cab showed up, depositing yet another couple in the hallway before the six of us took it over. They were older and completely flabbergasted by the scene. We just smiled and said good evening as we squeezed by them, leaving them with mouths agape as the elevator door closed. 

Once on the 21st floor, we ran into no other guests before we reached the room. It was huge with one of those ridiculous round beds and mirrors all over. There was a good sized jacuzzi which was filled and according to Candice after she dipped a toe in it "Just the right temperature." The bathroom was immense and all marble. C sat down to take a pee, leaving the double doors wide open so that we could all see. After she had flushed, she transferred to the bidet and rinsed herself up all ladylike again, then toweled her smooth snatch dry.

By that point I had stripped naked and Mike and Pete were close behind. My cock was hard as a rock and I was dying for some action. In particular I wanted to get my hands on Pam. I'd been eyeing her snatch from the moment she slid out of her dress. This was a case where the rug definately matched the curtains, firebush that was long and lush, but nicely trimmed at the same time. I definately have a thing for redhead pussy and here was a magnificent example. 

Pam saw me ogling her and sauntered over to grab my cock, then lead me over to the bed where she proceeded to lay down and spread her legs wide in the air. "Kitty wants some attention."

I bent over and planted a kiss on her labia then buried my nose in the mound of russet fur just above. My tongue emerged and began to explore her slit, probing until I found her clit, then playing and teasing it for a bit before wandering downward to have a taste of the juices that were already flowing freely from her fuckhole. I stuck it as deep as I could, tonguefucking her before pulling it out and sucking her flaps inside my mouth to swish around and suck on. She groaned in delight at this. I was in heaven and it seemed she was as well. 

I felt a hand on my cock, stroking it and playing with my balls which were at that point taut and swollen. It was a wonderful sensation and was even better when I felt the hand replaced by Candice's mouth wrapped around my tool, sucking and slurping away. I looked down and between my legs to where she sat on the floor, legs spread with C's face between. C's was on her knees with her ass up in the air and Pete's dick buried deep in her juicy little quim. As he slammed away at her, I could feel it transmitted right down the line.

I wondered where Mike was and then realized that he was facefucking Pat. I wondered if he could feel Pete's thrusts all the way up there. We continued like that for quite a while, then altered positions and partners several times before I found myself in the middle of the bed with Pam on her knees straddling me as she slowly impaled herself on my swollen fuckpole. 

She was flexible like a gymnast and just kept sinking down down down until finally I bottomed out deep inside her, at which point she started grinding away at me, her exotic muff of fur rubbing against my abdomen with every move she made. 

I looked over at C and was surprised to see Mike and Peter dp'ing her. It was largely a tangle of legs, but it was pretty clear that somehow or another they both had their cocks inside her and she appeared totally lost in the moment. Then Candice sat on my face and it was me as well that was getting double teamed. The Pam and Candace swapped positions back and forth several times over the next hour or so until finally I pumped my load deep inside Pam. 

A huge amount leaked right back out and all over me, but the two of them quickly slurped it up and then swapped a big sloppy cumslobbery kiss. The three of us trotted off to enjoy the oversize shower where we found the other three already wet and soapy. We stayed there long enough for all three guys to get sucked good and hard again by each of the three girls before heading for the jacuzzi. After a few minutes in the warm bubbles, the ladies climbed up and sat on the edge of the tub platform so that we guys could return the favor. 

After the girls had all come several more times from our oral ministrations, we dried off and then returned to the big bed, each with our own partner for a long leisurely fuck in numerous positions. It was delightful to be back inside C's sweet lovebucket and it was incredibly sensual to see how the others made love too. Everyone seemed to settle into a different position that was best for them. When Pam finally exploded in an orgasmic oratorio, we all went over the edge as well in one big thrashing flailing screaming groaning yelping physiological fireball of sexual ecstasy. 

Throughout the night there were frequent little side trips of sucking and slurping and fucking and at one point I awoke to find C on top of me with my cock between her thighs and Mike and Pete to either side, each with their dicks in one of her hands. Pam and Candice were wrapped in each others' arms blissfully asleep. C managed somehow to guide me inside her as she pumped away on three penises at once. That time after she had finished all three of us off in her mouth we all slept 'til dawn before donning thick terrycloth robes and disappearing back to our respective rooms on lower floors. 

On the way down in the elevator we encountered the cutie we had run into the evening before, also wrapped in a robe. She gave us a sly grin, knowing full well what we'd been up to all night. As we got off at our floor she sensually pulled open her robe to flash us her sweet tits and a furry little bush. 

Much to my disbelief I found myself hard again even after a night like I'd just been through



Summer with C Ch. 21



We cooled it off for most of the following week, getting to the beach each day at lunch for an hour or so, but otherwise it was rather uneventful. On Friday I gave C a sheer white g-string to wear and it was quite the sight as she walked along the lakeshore. Even from a few feet away it was quite clear that she was sporting a bald beaver and her slit was fairly evident. Being topless het breasts were completely exposed and she was now wearing one inch rings through the piercings in them which drew even more attention to them. whenever she walked, her tits jiggled and the rings did too. 

Her period started on Saturday, so it was pretty much a cooldown week following. On Wednesday she insisted on stopping by at lunchtime to give me a blowjob and much to my surprise she brought along a friend Sandy who just sat and watched while C unzipped my pants, extracted my cock and proceeded to suck away on it for the next twenty minutes until I came, squirting a nice big load of goo into her mouth as she held me just far enough away that Sandy could see the jets of jizz as they erupted from my glans. She swallowed like a good girl and then they were gone. 

The following Saturday I picked her up mid afternoon. When I arrived, she was naked and ready to go with an overnight bag of cosmetics and miscellaneous packed and ready to go. We selected a couple pair of shoes and then I handed her her attire, a simple silk teddy pale celadon in color. she slipped it on and adjusted the straps. No jewelry adorned her nipples and they made lovely forms in the supple fabric. She donned the high heel sandals and we headed out. 

For some reason it was a busy afternoon at her apartment building. We encountered several people in the hall and again on the walk from the building to the car. The teddy had high cut legs, but wasn't particularly revealing. On the other hand it was clearly lingerie that she was prancing around in and everyone took notice.

I told her I had a couple errands I needed to take care of and we headed out. The first stop was at a dry cleaner's where I had her take some things in for me while I remained behind in the car to watch as she strode across the parking lot, disappeared inside, then reappeared a few minutes later with the receipt slip in hand, breasts jiggling away. 

Next we parked about fifty feet from a mailbox and I handed her some mail to pop in it. This was almost at the corner of a very busy intersection, so plenty of people saw her out with nothing more than a few ounces of silk concealing her treasures. One car honked as it passed. When she got back in the car she was breathing heavily with excitement. I laughed and started the car up. C settled in for the long ride ahead. 

Our destination was six hours away and she spent most of the time curled up asleep with the seat laid back. Still, every once in a while as we passed a trucker you could tell that they could see my little bundle of half naked sensuality lying there. A couple times I reached over and stroked her gently so that she would move a little or stretch in her sleep. Occasionally she would wind up in a position that left the teddy shifted aside just enough to allow me tantalizing glimpses of a nipple or her pussy.

Dusk was upon us as we neared the end of the trip and almost on cue she awoke. Groggily she asked "How much longer?" I replied that we were almost there and that perhaps she should change. I'd left a bag with clothes within easy reach and directed her to it. Inside she found what would be her first outfit for the evening, a black lycra tube dress. She shimmied out of the teddy and into the dress. Her nipples were extremely prominent and the hem came barely past her puss. While not being transparent it gave the illusion of being so. There was a bright red satin g-string which she pulled on and her black fuckme pumps finished things off just nicely. 

We pulled into the parking area and there were already thirty five or forty cars. Another couple was heading to the front door of the complex of low lying structures as we climbed out. I got the bag of extra items from the trunk and we followed where they had gone. Inside there was a sign-in table and the sound of loud music came from deep inside.

I had been to The Ranch a number of times before. Just off the main entry was the social hub of the place with a good sized dance floor, a thirty foot bar that returned on both ends, an area with a couple dozen tables a small stage with a stripper pole, and a DJ booth (although it was often appropriately referred to as the BJ booth). I steered C toward the bar and when Gary the bartender greeted us I handed him the bottles of rum and prosecco I had brought. He immediately fixed me a rum gimlet and poured C a glass of bubbly.

Leaving her at the bar, I made my way back to the locker area where I secured our bag of other things. It was already beginning to heat up. A naked couple was going at it on one of the benches and several people were looking on, mostly males with their dicks in their hands wanking away and hoping to get lucky too. When I realized it was Rick and Nancy whom I'd played with in the past, I bent over and planted a deep tongue filled kiss on her lips while he continued to plow her from his half upright position. She moaned and made me promise to find her later.

Returning to the bar, a couple had already introduced themselves to C and the three of them were chatting away as they watched a dozen or so people out on the dance floor. The Electric Slide turned into Who Let The Dogs Out into You can Leave Your Hat On. An industrious and voluptuous brunette had actually come prepared with a hat and by the end of the number was naked save for it. She sported huge dark nipples and a thick dark bush. Soon after she and her companion disappeared into the back area of the club.

C had perched herself on a stool and every once in a while the dress would ride up such that various individuals would be afforded a glimpse of her scarlet clad snatch. She knew exactly what she was doing and played it for all that it was worth. Gary smiled appreciatively when it was his turn for a sneak peek. Noticing our glasses were almost empty, he offered refills and we eagerly accepted.

I suggested we go explore. There were several routes out of the main hall. One led to a short corridor with restrooms, another to a longer one with five private rooms off it. No single males were permitted down this corridor unless accompanied by a couple. We checked it out and found three rooms with the doors open and no one in them, one closed door and another with a dutch style door, the upper half of which was open and the lower closed. A woman with largish breasts was being ministered to by three guys. She was on her back with a cock in each hand and another being rammed in and out of her twat. We watched for a few minutes and I fondled C's breasts through the stretchy fabric of her dress. 

We then headed for the third way out of the main room. A lounge immediately off it had a long modular sofa with several young couples parked on it. One pair was dry humping as they watched porn on a big monitor but otherwise it was pretty tame. The locker room lay beyond and a billiards room to one side. The other way led to another corridor off which was a large communal bathroom area with several shower stalls and the hot tub area which featured a huge tub that could probably hold thirty people as well as a smaller one better suited for a half dozen. There were ten or twelve people in the large one and one lonely couple in the smaller. 

Doubling back through the lounge a different corridor passed by a room with walls full of holes, some at perfect height for gloryholes, others higher to permit fondling higher and some more appropriate just for voyeuring. We watched a woman enter, strip naked and beckon to two men to join her. They took turns eating her out and having their cocks sucked before the three gathered up their clothes and disappeared toward a private room.

Moving along further we passed by several "themed" rooms: a barn room, a dungeon, a doctor's office complete with exam table and stirrups, and a room that was totally black with no lights, just a gigantic mattress. No one was playing in any of these so we continued along. Many more rooms lay beyond, some with signs that said 'couples only" or "four or more only" or "door MUST remain open". Two rooms were large communal areas with huge mattresses in the middle and seating around the perimeter. It was early enough in the evening that there wasn't too much going on in any of these places.

Our drinks were empty by this time and we decided to head back for refills. There were lots of sexy looks, but few approached the sultry aura that C emitted as we wandered along. The tautness of the fabric made her breasts dance in a very different manner than usual. Instead of the fluid up and down bounce that usually resulted when she walked in heels without the encumbrance of a bra, this was more of a side to side wiggle. She garnered lots of appreciative looks, both male and female.

Gary filled us back up as I checked out the main room again. The crowd had grown considerably. I would guess it was now up to a couple hundred people with a ratio of probably three men to every two women. The dancing was getting bawdier and you could tell that the alcohol was beginning to work it's magic. 

After C had taken a few sips I steered her away from the bar and back to the locker room. It was time for a change of attire. She peeled off the dress and g-string and I handed her a sheer black bodystocking. It was an incredible look for her with small straps at the top and a seam that ran straight down the front to her crotch and back up the other side. The seam nestled right into her kittyslit, disguising it but her tits were very visible through the sheer fabric.

We headed back to the main room and then I spent the next hour parading her around like that. We watched all sorts of coupling going on, much of it involving groups of one woman and several men. Often a husband or boyfriend looked on, acting as a referee and keeping things somewhat under control. Other women were also starting to change into sexier attire or shed items of clothing. 

As we stood and watched two couples swapping back and forth in a room, we struck up a conversation with another pair. There were slim and well turned out, he in a polo shirt and khakis, she at that point in black lace bra and panties. Their names were Ted and Carol and when we headed on in different directions we agreed to try to connect again later. 

The hot tubs were filling up. We watched as several women got eaten out as they sat up on the edge, feet in the water. On the deck a somewhat plump woman appeared to be in seventh heaven as a much younger man fondled her feet and sucked on her toes while she masturbated herself. 

We continued to tour for the next forty five minutes. I was approaching twelve o'clock and the place was really beginning to hop. There was that unique buzz in the air that you only find at swing clubs when they're packed and the chemistry is all perfect. Everyone had one common thing on there mind and that was a desperate need to fuck. 

As we headed again for the locker room we passed through the lounge. The same group was still there but this time half of the clothing had disappeared and instead of dry humping three of the women were semi naked and straddling their partners with cocks buried deep in their quims. One of the other pair was deeply engrossed in some serious cocksucking and the final couple were just getting out of their clothes. 

This time I had C change into a skimpy little black lace garterbelt, stockings and heels. I produced a new pair of rings to wear through her nipple piercings and once they were in place, I fastened a little bell to each. I stripped down to a pair of tight fitting black bikini briefs that nicely displayed both my cockbulge and buns.

We headed back to the bar. Most of the crowd in the main room stays dressed (well, at least sort of) leaving us much more exposed than any others. Gary grinned broadly when he saw C with her tits and twat so brazenly on display. When she saw his reaction she puffed her chest out and shook her tits side to side, jiggling the bells as she did. They were inaudible with the loud music, but Gary and everyone else around took great delight in the visual treat. He poured her the last of the bottle of prosecco. I asked for a tonic water and ice for that round.

The bar had been quite crowded but access magically appeared for us. We stood right at the bar for a while sipping our beverages. I played with C's tits a bit and then slid a hand slowy down her body, first to fondle her ass and then to wander between her legs and cup her crotch. I switched to just my middle finger and began to stroke her now juicy slit. I teased her clit a little and slowly stuffed the finger into her fuckhole about half an inch. 

She wiggled and squirmed, wanting more of it inside her but I wasn't about to allow her that pleasure. Instead I withdrew it and tickled her love button a little more. All this time she had been facing the bar and leaning on it. I spun her and I around so that I was leaning with my back against the bar and she was fully exposed to everyone that was watching (and just about everyone was). I resumed my fingerwork on her clit and at the same time clutched her left breast and ground my groin against her backside. She writhed in enjoyment and closed her eyes. A moaning sort of sound came from deep inside somewhere and I could feel her body temperature rising.

One of the onlookers stepped forward, a striking creature with long dark hair dressed in a glittery minidress. She extended her middle finger and placed her hand just beneath mine, then slowly inserted the finger in C's cunt. C opened her eyes at that point and stared intently into the woman's deep dark eyes as she fingerfucked her while I continued to attend to her clit. C moved her body up and down almost imperceptively at first, but then with more and more vigor as she approached her climax. Eventually she let out a banshee cry, her knees buckled, and she clamped her thighs tightly around the hand with the finger inside her. She bucked and shook for several minutes in a thundering orgasm. 

Slowly she came back to her senses and there was a round of applause from the room. Our new friend withdrew her finger then sucked C's juices from it. I held C close, largely supporting her until she had her composure back, then passed her her glass, from which she took a sip before looking at me with eyes wide and a filthy smile across her face. The other woman had disappeared.

C excused herself, saying that she needed to mop up a bit. When she returned, she finished off the prosecco and then I steered her away from the bar. We started another tour of the place.

She was the focus of a lot of attention as we strutted about. I was getting extremely horny from all that we had seen and the general atmosphere. The lounge had cleared out some but the back rooms were now full of people in various states of undress. At one point we stopped to watch a group of six playing on one of the large beds. thirty or so others stood around watching intently as they rolled around sucking cocks and eating pussies. 

I slid my briefs off and put a hand on C's shoulder, directing her downward. She sank to squatting position and drew my member into her mouth. I continued to watch the group as she sucked away. A few people took notice and alternated watching between the group and us.

At one point, a sweet faced blonde in the group of six caught a glimpse of us and then proceeded to focus her attention on my cock sliding in and out of C's lips as she herself was getting pounded doggy style. 

She just kept watching. The fact that she seemed more intent on what we were doing than the fact that she herself was being fucked was a real turn-on. I pulled my dick away from C's mouth and said "Stay here." Then I walked the ten paces to where the blonde was with my raging hard-on bobbing away as I did. I put it right in her face and she eagerly opened her mouth to take it. 

The guy pounding away at her smiled at me and gave me a thumbs up. We went on like that for a while. I looked over at C and she was watching every move, every thrust. The other guy pulled out of the blonde and asked if I wanted a turn. Someone handed me a condom and I pulled it over my engorged dick then positioned myself between her legs and thrust it into her gaping maw. The other guy peeled his condom off and presented his cock for her oral enjoyment.

When I was almost ready to come I withdrew and peeled off my condom then headed back over to where C stood patiently waiting. I had no idea where my briefs had gone at that point and didn't really care. I love walking around sporting an erection and right then I was in seventh heaven.

We explored some more. Everywhere we went people were fucking, sometimes just couples sometimes in groups. At one point a guy approached us and asked if we wanted to play. I told him to lose the boxers he was wearing and once he was out of them instructed C to kneel down and suck his cock. She did so and in no time at all was rewarded with a mouthful of creamy white jizz. She swallowed and suddenly another cock appeared which she also then serviced. We were right in the middle of a hallway and guy after guy got lucky. She must have taken on a dozen before things eased up and we moseyed on along. 

In the lounge we saw the sultry number in the gold minidress from earlier in the evening. We approached her and I again instructed C to go to her knees. I slipped around behind M's. minidress raised it to her waist. As I had suspected, she was not wearing panties and presented a gorgeous bald pussy right in C's face. C leaned forward and began to kiss and lick. Ms. M. held C's head and I ran my cock first up the crack between her asscheeks and then between her thighs, sliding it across her pussylips but not in. C's tongue found the tip of it and licked away the precum that was oozing from it. 

Ms. M was deeply aroused and came once C resumed her tongue to clit attention, but then hollered "Fuck me - PLEASE FUCK ME! Stick that thing inside me and FUCK ME!" We were in the lounge and there were condoms in bowls all over the place. C fetched one for me and stretched it into place. Ms. M bent over and C guided my swollen member into M's vagina. I immediately set up a rhythm and also guided the dress up and off her deeply tanned frame. She had spectacular natural c cups that dangled nicely and wobbled and bounced as I rammed away at her with her now leaning against the back of the sofa. C stood behind me and reached between my legs to fondle my ballsac. It was wonderful.

M was getting more and more agitated and as she did I could feel my own orgasm approaching. Suddenly she clenched my rod tightly with the walls of her uterus and let out a stream of "Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK, FUCK, FUCK, OH YES FUCK!" My balls throbbed in C's hand as I too came, buried deep inside that hot juicy hole. 

Once we both stopped twitching I slid out of her and C peeled the condom off and then licked me clean. M pressed herself against me and kissed me long deep and hard before retrieving her dress and disappearing. C and I continued on, exploring all the various rooms and hallways for the next hour or more. Every so often I would instruct her to squat or kneel and either suck a cock that had presented itself or a pussy that I thought needed some attention. A couple times we shared a pussy and I got in another good long hard fuck in a couples room with Carol while Ted did C. Actually, I fucked Carol while holding C and he fucked C while holding Carol which was pretty cool. 




Summer with C Ch. 21



I don't remember how many different pussies I explored with my penis that night and I certainly don't recall how many cocks C sucked, but I'm certain it had to have been over three dozen. As the crowd began to wind down we ended up back at the bar drinking tonic water on ice before heading off to private rooms to sleep it off. 

In the morning we showered and enjoyed a long leisurely wet interlude as we did. We headed home around ten AM tired and very happy.



Summer with Carly



The summer after I turned 18 may never be topped. Now in my last year of college, I still find myself daydreaming of that small brown-haired girl who could always make me smile. Before that summer, I felt a little like a battery-operated toy that had yet to be flipped to the "ON' position. Every girl I'll ever be with has Carly to thank for how they are treated and loved by me.

Throughout high school, I'd had a few girlfriends but none that went very far. I was a decent looking guy and always attracted attention, but my anxiety issues always prevented me from taking things to the next level. The constant thoughts of not being good enough or wondering why a girl was with me made most of my relationships pretty short. I spent a lot of hours in darkened rooms playing PC games or writing web code for my friends.

Probably because of that, my Dad sent me off to stay with his brother on his farm in Iowa. He seemed to think a little sun and outdoor physical labor would be good for my health... and my skin tone. Uncle John was a good enough fella, but he didn't have much to say. When he 'interviewed' me before taking me on as a hired hand, he only asked "You going to listen?" I said yes, and he replied "We'll see."

Two weeks after high school graduation, I was picked up at the airport by Aunt Karen and my cousin Carly. I saw Carly every year or two at family reunion-type events. Based on our similar ages (she was about 6 months younger), we always ended up talking to each other. I found it fascinating how many words she could get out of her mouth without taking a breath. Even so, I liked being around her and nodding when I was supposed to. I didn't have much to say, but that was all right with Carly.

I couldn't help smiling when I saw Carly standing next to my aunt. Her normal ear to ear grin was just the way I remembered. Her face had slimmed a bit since the last time I had seen her, but there was still a hint of the cute round shape that made her look so friendly. Her curly brown hair was a little longer, as it now brushed against her shoulders. The biggest change had come to her body though. 

She still had to round up to be considered 5'2", but the rest of her body had grown considerably. The white University of Iowa T-shirt she wore stretched across her chest was tight enough to make the O and W almost comically larger than the I and A. She was wearing impossibly short jean shorts and tiny little white tennis shoes with just a hint of sock poking out beneath her ankles.

I tried not to stare at her as I moved towards them, but she was making it difficult. She was already showing her usual excitement at just about anything in the world, bouncing on her heels as I reached them. Everything was bouncing. Even the few words I usually had to say were nowhere to be found.

Aunt Karen saved me with a huge hug. "Welcome to Hawkeye country Jacob!" 

I responded with a weak "Glad to be here!" due to the strength of her grip. 

As Aunt Karen released me, Carly put her arm around me and gave a tight squeeze. It was a friendly, innocuous gesture but it caused one of my arms to push deeply into one of her soft breasts. 

"Welcome to a lot of corn and a whole lot o' nuttin else, Jake!" Carly nearly shouted. 

I have no idea how she always generated so much energy. It made me tired just watching her sometimes. I gave her my best, toothless smile and forced out a "Can't wait to see all that nuttin' Carly." 

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We all walked to the parking lot with Carly leading the way. I'm pretty sure I learned the details of every single minute she had lived in the past month in that 15 minute walk. I couldn't stop smiling as I walked with her. She was genuinely funny and the sheer volume of words and enormous amount of energy made me look forward to spending all summer here with her. It didn't hurt that her jean shorts continually rode up her thigh requiring her to pull them back down. 

Carly had played soccer for most of her life and it showed. Her thighs were thick with muscle which supported an incredibly firm ass. I fought off a strong urge to cup one of those perfectly shaped cheeks. Not only would it have been inappropriate, but more importantly I'm not sure I would have been able to let go.

Carly and I had seen each other several times since we passed puberty, but I don't remember having any hormonal thoughts on those occasions. It was just nice to be around her for a couple of hours here and there. We were cousins and the unwritten rules applied without us even thinking about them. 

Now, her openness and energy were a little too much temptation for me. I had never been anxious around Carly before. But Carly's energy caused the tight ball of loneliness that had been in my chest for months to loosen as we walked. I couldn't help staring at her; her brown curly hair, her deep brown eyes, how her bright red lips stood out against her perfect pale soft skin...

"Ugh!" I was so lost in my thoughts that I tripped over a curb and nearly fell on my face. I caught myself with the bumper of a large SUV, but not in time to save my knees from a good scrape.

Aunt Karen put her hand on my shoulder in concern, but Carly was laughing so hard no sound was coming out. I looked at her pathetically, praying she hadn't noticed how distracted she had made me. I think I lost a good 2 minutes "noticing" her on the walk.

As always, Carly knew how to make me feel better. She reached under my arm to help me up and chirped "Let's get walkin' you lush. They shouldn't serve under aged light weights on planes". 

I again felt the softness of her breasts pressed against my arm. She seemed to linger a few extra beats allowing me to feel her taught midsection press against my hip and her cheek against my shoulder. I shifted my stance to ensure the growing bulge in my jeans wasn't noticed.

I turned red from the fall and Carly's jab at my clumsiness, but was able to laugh at myself. Aunt Karen gave Carly a sharp look, but it softened quickly. There was no being mad at Carly. She comically held on to my arm for balance the entire rest of the way to their car. I could feel how warm and soft she was pressed against me. She was so close I could breathe in subtle traces of her apple-scented shampoo.

As we drove from the airport, talk turned to my plans to attend Indiana University in the fall and her plans to start at the University of Iowa where she'd be playing soccer. She hadn't earned a scholarship, but the coach was excited for her to join the team as a walk on. 

She was extremely confident she would earn some sort of scholarship once she got her chance to play. She told me she thought if she were 5 inches taller they would already have offered her the scholarship, but no one thought her short legs could get her down the field fast enough. I almost voiced the opinion that I found her short legs fine, but turned red at the thought.

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After getting home we had dinner with the entire family. Uncle John was quiet as ever, but he did seem excited to have me around for chores. He let me know he would be generous and let me sleep in on my first day tomorrow. Generous meaning 6:30 AM. 

By the time I unpacked my meager belongings the sun was almost extinguished, leaving a dark purple streak low in the sky and a million stars up high. I washed my face and headed to bed. I usually did a pushup/sit-up routine before going to bed, but I was pretty sure I would get plenty of opportunities to work out in the morning. 

I pulled the comforter off the bed and slid underneath the sheet. It was still a bit warm from the summer day, but the sheet helped fend off a cool breeze coming in through the window. I settled in with my IPad to continue reading a Vonnegut novel I had started on the plane.

In turn Uncle John, Aunt Karen, and Carly passed by my room to say goodnight. As they retired and turned out lights, the house became darker and darker. The light in my room ended up being the only outlier. I shut off my light and returned to bed to continue reading.

I heard Carly shuffle around for a few minutes in the bedroom adjacent to mine, but then everything was quiet. I dove into my reading again and was lost for 15 minutes or so when I heard a creak of a window pane. I figured Carly was opening her window a little wider to pull in more of that cool breeze. 

The sound pulled me from my book and caused me to think of Carly. Her smile never left her face throughout dinner. At one point in her chewing, she caught me looking at her intently and promptly opened her mouth wide while she continued chowing down. My look of disgust made her giggle. 

I tried to avoid staring by looking down at my food as often as possible. Unfortunately, that meant Carly's bare feet were right in my line of sight. Her feet were tiny, pale and completely unblemished. Her little toes ended in deep red polish which matched the natural color of her lips. I kept up with the conversation pretty well, but my gaze continued to go through a mechanical pattern of her eyes, her chest, her feet, her eyes, her chest, her feet...

I wonder if this is how fetishes start I thought to myself. I started to harden under the sheet thinking of how smooth her legs looked, how soft her small feet would feel... As I started to reach down beneath the sheet I heard a low sigh come from outside the window. I looked up guiltily, but no one was there.

I sat as still as possible, one hand on my ever hardening member, listening for another sound. A long, slow exhale was the next sound to break the silence. The first sigh I thought I might have imagined, but there was no doubting this. I quietly slipped out of bed and inched my way towards the window. Crawling on all fours seems laughable now, but at the time I thought it was the most ninja-like method of transit.

I leaned my elbows on the window bench seat which ran about a foot under the window ledge. The matching windows for both bedrooms were the kind which jutted out from the second floor, breaking up the smooth descent of the roof. The kind of windows which look like eyes when they light up at night. There was probably about 12 feet between our two windows.

I looked out the window and could see the driveway, leading out a couple of hundred yards to an empty county road that passed by the house. A large moon made everything in the yard easy to make out, though with a bluish hue. The driveway was encroached upon by the knee high corn which had been planted for miles around the farm house. I could see their produce stand next to the road as a large dark shape. Past the road was another field of corn which ended a mile or so out in a line of trees.

I heard two more sounds outside the window which sounded very much like a short, deep inhale followed by a long, slow exhale. I slowly inched forward to see more on my left side and spotted a small white foot planted on a blanket out on the roof. The toes on that foot ended in a dark polish. I knew in the light of day that polish would perfectly match the color of Carly's naturally red lips.

I stared at that foot, my heart in my throat, wondering if I should say something. Then I noticed Carly's sleep shorts with little Iowa Hawkeye emblems slide down to the ankle which sprouted from that amazingly beautiful foot. The sound of inhale and exhale occurred again followed by a barely audible grunt.

Ung....

I heard a wet, sticky sound after another grunt. Her knee became visible as her legs spread. Now her beautiful foot which led to the gorgeous pajama-shorts-ringed ankle was connected to an ungodly sensuous bent knee. Her legs must have been spread very wide to be sitting at this angle comfortably.

She's masturbating!!! I thought to myself, then quickly follow up with a thought of No shit, you idiot! 

My cock was rock hard and trying to press its way out of the elastic top of my athletic shorts. I obliged and took it in my hand while leaning forward a bit to get a better view. I placed a knee on the window seat and began leaning forward. I could now see the muscular thigh of her right leg. I wasn't sure if I could lean forward any farther without being seen. 

If you're worried about being caught, you shouldn't be looking you pervert, my mind chastised. Just then I heard a loud metallic smack followed by a panicked Carly shout-whispering

"Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit"

Her phone was sliding down the roof beneath her feet. I froze in place and saw the phone slide to a stop at a point where the roof transitioned to a section with less pitch. It was still a few feet from the gutter but well out of either of our reaches.

I held my breath trying to figure out what to do. The two best options seemed to be kneeling down below the window sill or having a stroke. Before I could decide, I heard Carly shift on her blanket. Her head came into view as she crawled on all fours down the roof.

Oh my god was all that my brain could communicate to the rest of my body. My lungs weren't doing their job, my heart had stopped altogether, and my legs seemed ready to simply quit on the spot. Over and over Oh my god repeated as if it were a prayer my brain was saying to jump start the rest of my body.

Her curly hair was pulled up into a bun with a few loose strands hanging down by her face. She was wearing the pajama baby doll top I had seen earlier, but it was pulled up over hear enormous breasts. Seeing those large globes defy physics as they refused to hang down will probably be the last thought I have on this earth before I die. Based on my heart's inability to pump, I figured that last thought may not be too far away.

Then her ass came in to view. Her shorts were still wrapped around that gorgeous ankle which connected to that beautiful foot. Her smooth, tight ass took on the bluish hue of everything else in the moonlight, but I could make out the darker shade of her tiny ass hole. My already-stopped heart basically told me it was done for the night as soon as I glimpsed her gorgeous ass swishing side to side down the roof. 

She stretched out for the phone and was able to slide it towards her with a couple of fingers. She picked up the slim device and checked it for damage. I could barely make out the screen image, but it certainly looked like a woman with a cock in her mouth.

This is your brain...Stroke option selected; it was a good life, with any luck the Hindus are right and you'll get another chance I thought. This beautiful, sweet creature was LOOKING AT PORN!!! 

Unfortunately, the near total shut down of my nervous system at this point left me at a disadvantage. She was now going to return back to her spot with phone in hand. PORN phone in hand my brain corrected me. If she turned to the left, she would avoid looking in my direction. If she turned right, she would be staring right at a bluish-hued version of me holding my hardened cock.

She turned left. I finally took a breath. I'm pretty sure permanent damage was done by the lack of oxygen to my brain over those several minutes. She quietly crawled back to her spot. I soon saw her leg open up again and the sleep shorts take up their position on that glorious ankle.

With her going back to business and my cock leaking pre cum everywhere, I had to give myself some sort of relief. I had lotion (for my dry elbows, I told my mom when packing) in my bag, but I didn't want to make any noise with the bag or the eventual stroking with the lotion. I looked quickly around and grabbed the cotton boxer briefs I had worn that day. I wrapped them around my cock and gently stroked to make sure it would work without giving me an uncomfortable Indian burn. Success!

I slowly dropped my shorts, and quietly put both knees on the window seat. I was farther forward now and could actually see Carly's hand disappear between her legs. I slowly stroked my cock with the boxers hoping this would last forever. I could hear the wet sounds of her fingers plunging into herself and pulling out to spread the wetness on her clit. 

She was starting a rhythm of pushing in quickly and pulling out slowly. Once she pulled out she made several circles with her fingers and then pushed back in. I could hear her breath come in sharply and go out slowly. On one stroke, she pulled back out enough for me to see her middle two fingers glisten in the moonlight.

I could hear her muffled grunts as she must have been squeezing her lips very tightly together. Her knees rocked upwards, pulling her feet off the blanket. The taught muscles of her belly lifted her hips in rhythm as she plunged her fingers deeper.

I was trying not to make any sounds, but my breath was very rapid at this point. My leaking precum made the boxers I was holding a mess. I dropped them and went to work with my bare hand. I stared at her rocking legs and strained to hear the sound of her breath. 

I was nearly bent over double kneeling on the bench sheet, my cock staring straight at me as I tried to match Carly's rhythm. The wet sounds of her fingers burying deep within her wet pussy made it difficult for me to hold off my orgasm. I leaned forward trying to see more of her, but those large tits were hidden by the angle.

Her inhales and exhales were sharp and quick. She groaned through clenched teeth and her legs froze in mid rhythm as she pushed as deep as she could. I heard the moan catch in the back of her throat as her beautiful right foot twitched in the air. Her whole body tensed as she came.

I stiffened, leaning forward to balance myself with my left hand as I grabbed my cock hard for the final few pumps. My cock finally burst, sending my first shot of cum out on to the window sill. I pulled back trying not to make a mess and the second and third shots splashed against my chest. A final shot hit low my stomach and dripped down to the base of my cock. 

I tried to catch my breath as quietly as I could. I stood up from the window seat, cock still oozing cum onto my hand. My legs were wobbly as I reached for the tissues on the night stand. I stood there for a moment using a tissue to make sure my cock didn't drip on the floor. I still felt the pleasure of the orgasm and aftermath as I stood there with my hand gently squeezing and then loosening my cock. 

I heard a happy, satisfied sigh come from outside the window. I could swear I heard a giggle as well as she shifted and moved back into her window.

As soon as I had cleaned myself up, I slid back under the sheet and almost immediately fell asleep. Almost, I say, as my mind tried to remind me of that last giggle. I forced it to be quiet and drifted off.

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I awoke the next morning with Uncle John standing at my door asking me if I was going to sleep all day. The clock on the night stand read 6:29 AM. I quickly dressed and ran downstairs to the kitchen. Aunt Karen placed scrambled eggs and a few sausage links in front of me. I could get used to this.

"Where's Carly?" I asked

Uncle John choked on the coffee he was drinking as he started to laugh. "The princess doesn't wake up till 8" he said with flair.

"Oh, leave her alone" Aunt Karen said. "No one hits the stand until 9 anyways." The stand was the produce stand I mentioned earlier. In addition to the corn, they had several other small plots of berries and vegetables they sold down by the road. The stand was about the size of a double wide trailer and did a decent business at various points in the year. Several other farmers and women who made crafts sold their stuff there. Apparently, running the stand was Carly's job in the summer.

After a quick breakfast, Uncle John walked me around the farm showing me how to use the equipment to water and fertilize the fields. He showed me the various garden plots and told me my duties in each one of them; to weed or harvest or whatever else they needed. I also got the rundown on the chickens and my jobs with them. There weren't a lot of chickens by farm standards, but the several dozen eggs they produced each week were sold to a fancy grocery store in town. Finally, he showed me the barn where I'd handle cleaning equipment, prepping the produce for sale, and unloading supplies that came in on occasion.




Summer with Carly



All of it by itself was pretty simple, but all of it together was certainly going to make for full days. I started working in the barn to prep stuff for sale. I barely knew what I was doing, but Uncle John came by a few times to nod and pat me on the back. I was sweating my ass off and my back was hurting so I was pretty sure I was earning my keep.

Aunt Karen walked by the barn after a few hours and gave instructions on what was needed at the produce stand. She helped me load up the cart that was attached to a four wheeler so I could deliver the produce to the stand at the end of the driveway. After finishing off the trailer, I hopped on the four wheeler and headed down the driveway.

I was excited to see Carly, but was nervous about looking her in the eye. I don't think a person can tell you've secretly seen them naked by looking in your eyes, but there's always a chance. I pulled up to the back door of the stand and poked my head in the door. Uncle John's produce took up the most room, but everything from strawberries to knitted pot holders were on display.

Carly was at the checkout end of the stand looking fantastic in a white blouse that hung off a shoulder and khaki shorts which were somehow shorter than the jean shorts from yesterday. She wore brown open-toe sandals which gave a view of those glorious little feet and red polished toes.

She looked over from the register and noticed me looking in. The look on her face was very un-Carly. I squinted a bit reflexively just in case she could see the memory of last night in my eyes, but when she started stomped towards me with her fists balled up, I knew it was too late.

She punched me in the shoulder and sneered "I heard you last night."

I wittily replied "uh...."

Thankfully a customer called to Carly at the register and pulled her away before she maimed me. As she turned she forced a quick "this isn't over" through her gritted teeth. I swallowed hard knowing I had really screwed up by not making my presence known sooner. Oh well, only 6 more weeks of dirty looks from my only friend for hundreds of miles. How hard could it be?

She finished with the customer, handing back their change with the most polite smile I've ever seen. She turned on her heel towards me and stomped back in my direction. Even with her face scrunched up and turning slightly red, she was adorable. Her tiny little nose was twisted by her expression in the cutest way. I figured she might beat me to death in the next few minutes, but I doubt a jury would convict her.

She reached me and stood, large chest to abdomen. She started poking me in the chest and whisper-shouted, "So I suppose you get off spying on girls in their private moments, huh?"

"It... I..." I stammered, but her poking was making me mad. I was turning red from embarrassment and my heartbeat was pounding through my head. I decided to be very un-Jake like and respond confidently "Well, yeah, I do!"

Her face loosened and she burst out laughing.

"Sure sounded like it!" 

I was stunned. She'd been screwing with me! And screwing with me about something very taboo! 

"All those unghs and ahhs, I'm surprised you didn't wake my parents!" Carly's laughing continued.

I put my hand over my abused heart.

"Why did you do that to me? I almost had another heart attack!" I was bending over, but trying not to go to one knee.

"Cause I thought it would be funny. And damn, it sure was!" She continued laughing, but feigned concern. "Aww, settle down, you're fine you big baby. Learn to laugh a little". I stood up straight and looked down into her smiling face. Her cheeks were red and her eyes were wet from laughing. Yep, she could have killed me and even I wouldn't have convicted her with that smile.

"Wait, what do you mean another heart attack?" she looked at me cautiously.

"When you dropped your phone... When I saw you crawl after it... I thought I was going to die there on the spot," I said and dropped my eyes.

"I look that bad?" Carly tilted her head to the side.

"Oh god no, Carly. It was the most amazing thing I'd ever seen. You're so gorgeous" I stared into her eyes and noticed them soften. She rocked back and forth on her heels. A small smile appeared at the corners of her mouth. Not the wide open Carly smile I was used to, but one I liked even more.

"So I made you hot?" she asked, looking up at me from under her eyelashes. I nodded slowly. I saw several older women pile out of a minivan and begin walking to the stand. When I looked back to Carly, she surprised me by bursting up on her tip toes and pulling me down by my collar. She whispered in my ear "Good, because thinking of you stroking your cock while watching me made my panties wet all morning."

She let go and bounded off towards the group of lady shoppers. She called out over her shoulder, "I'm going to meet friends at 6. You're going with me, but you have to shower first. You're gross!" With the last bit, she gave me a wink over her shoulder.

Carly went to work on the register while I unpacked the trailer. I kept stealing glances at her while I moved back and forth, but she never looked my way. To say I was distracted was a gross understatement. I walked half way back to the barn before I remembered I had driven the four wheeler down.

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Around 4 that afternoon, Uncle John found me milling around the barn and told me I was done for the day. He was pretty impressed with how clean I had made the barn. He didn't know I lost about 4 hours in deep thought while I cleaned trying not to have a hard on over his daughter. It was a losing battle.

I sat on the porch trying to focus on my Vonnegut novel and waiting for Carly to come back from the stand. It was no use. I don't think I finished a page during the hour-long wait. I eventually saw her running up to the porch, almost skipping. She flew up the porch and flew past me with a small smile. It was an "I know something you don't know" kind of smile.

She burst through the door and yelled out, "I'm going into town to meet the ladies, Mom. Don't worry about dinner for us, I'm takin' Jake with me. We need someone to make fun of while we eat." She bounced up the stairs and added in a sing-songy lilt "He has to take a shower first though, he smells like shit!"

"CARLY!!!" Aunt Karen yelled. "Watch your mouth!"

I had to smile. I was falling hard for Carly. Life had been lonely for a while now. Whatever else was going to happen during my stay here, Carly was comfortable to be around. The little anxious voices trying to bring me down from within knew to shut up when I was around her. 

I walked inside. Aunt Karen looked at me apologetically. I said, rather loudly "It's ok Aunt Karen, children can be very rude as they struggle to reach adulthood."

"I HEARD THAT" Carly yelled from upstairs. Aunt Karen smiled and made her eyes big in an exasperated expression. Uncle John walked in from the kitchen and handed me a $20 "for your trouble" he said with a similar exasperated expression.

By 5:45 I was cleaned up and riding shotgun in my Uncle's F150 heading towards town. Carly was driving. She looked very small in the large cab. I heard her rinse off in the master bathroom shower in her parents room right before I jumped into the shower in the hallway bathroom. She'd changed into a deep necked black blouse over a tight gray undershirt to limit the cleavage. She'd kept the khaki shorts and sandals. Her curly hair was out of its bun and pulled back into a loose ponytail with a portion of her bangs escaping down to her cheek.

She drove silently while I stared her up and down. The sun was on her side of the truck giving her a slight halo. She was a safe driver with her hands glued to 10 and 2. She'd pulled a pillow from behind the seat when we jumped in the truck. The pillow was now behind her, helping her reach the pedals. She'd given me a very stern point of her finger to ensure I knew not to comment on her pillow. I put up both hands in a defensive gesture and shook my head. 

I was about to break the silence when she flipped the turn signal and began to slow down. We were still at least 5 minutes from town so I was confused. She pulled off onto a dirt road in between two cornfields and headed towards a set of trees which further separated the fields. The thin road circled the trees and must have been a turnaround area for a tractor when the corn was high. 

When she pulled to a stop behind the trees we were completely blocked from the road. The other side of the truck faced shin-high corn all the way to the horizon. Though only a few hundred yards from the main road, we were invisible to the world.

She turned towards me and crossed one leg over the other. She gave me a shrewd look and tented her finger one by one in front of her. In a horrible German accent she asked "So, Messer Jake, your curiosity hass gotten you into un mess. You vill have to answer mein quvestions now."

"So, were not going to meet your friends?" I turned and matched her crossed leg stance.

"Boy, you catch on quick. No. I've been thinking about last night all day. I was so excited by the idea of you seeing me. But I'm also excited cause now I have you in my debt. I can ask you questions and get you to do anything I want." She smiled proudly at the last bit.

"You figure I'm in your debt, huh?" I didn't bother to tell her I would have done anything she asked anyways. It was more entertaining for her to pull it out of me while I feigned resistance. "Ok, do your worst."

"First off, how often do you play with yourself?" Strong right out of the gate just like Carly.

"Ok, but any question I answer you have to answer as well." I was turning red and needed something to ease my embarrassment. I was thinking we could share in our shame, but Carly didn't seem to have shyness or shame in here genes. She nodded while raising an eyebrow so I continued. "2-3 times a week, you?"

"Once a day at least." She said it with such casualness, but my heart jumped in my throat. The idea of her having that much need blew me away. She followed up with a whole slew of other questions. "How do you do it? Do you look at stuff? What type of stuff? Take it slow? Go real fast? Fantasize? Use toys...?"

"Whoa, that's a lot." I paused, but she rolled her hand in the air to hurry me up. "Well...I usually wait till I'm the only one in the house and go on the internet. I look at stuff girls post themselves on line. You know, the selfie in the mirror kind of stuff." I paused again. 

"And? Keep going, you're not done yet!" 

I had to shift a little as my jeans were getting very tight in the front. As embarrassed as I felt, I was excited to be discussing my jerk off habits. Seeing Carly so interested was making my dick strain against my jeans looking for any type of touch to get off.

"I like to take my time. I think about touching the girls. I...." I broke off before saying the most embarrassing part. Carly put her hands out and gave me a gimmee-gimmee gesture. "Well, I think about cumming on them."

Her jaw dropped. "You're a dirty one aren't you? Always the quiet ones..." She saw me look down in shame. "Aww, that's not what I meant. " She reached over and briefly rubbed/patted the bent leg I had on the bench seat. My dick strained against my jeans as if it were a cobra wanting to strike that hand.

"I look at stuff too you know." 

I perked back up and stared at her. "I saw something on your phone when you picked it up."

"Wow, eagle eye! I was looking at dirty pics from an app I have. It's supposed to have funny stuff, but human beings can't seem to avoid putting porn everywhere." I loosened up and smiled a bit as she continued, "I like seeing guys go off. It's just awesome to see them clench up and spurt everywhere."

I had to shift again. I was getting a tingling sensation I had never felt before on the sensitive patch near the tip of my dick. As hard as I was, I was afraid I'd do permanent damage if my situation didn't change soon. 

"Ok, next question, have you ever done it with a girl?" She leaned forward in anticipation.

"No, I have felt them up and stuff. I made one girl go off through her jeans, but I always seem to ruin things before we get any closer."

"Ok, save that thought. I'm going to delve into that one later". She made a note taking motion in the air. "My turn, and no I haven't been with a guy." 

I felt relief for some reason. She was becoming "mine" in my head and I liked the idea of no one having her before. 

"I tried to give a handy to a guy once, but as soon as I touched it through his boxers, he went off all over himself. It was a mess"

I had to laugh a bit, but I was certainly worried the same thing would happen to me in a few seconds if she kept talking like this.

"Another guy I really liked, but he turned out to be an ass. He was older and popular so I tried to impress him by going down on him. But every time I put my mouth on him he tried to jam it down my throat like I was some pocket pussy. I gave it a couple of tries, but I wasn't big on the whole gagging thing so I got mad and ran out of his house." She scrunched up her face and crossed her arms.

"Guys suck" I tried to be sympathetic. The story did nothing to help my situation. The idea of her sliding my fly down so she could touch my cock was making it throb. I shifted again trying to find some angle of comfort.

She clearly noticed my discomfort. "Ok, I'm still in charge here. Take 'em off" My eyes got huge and she laughed. "I mean it. You've seen me, now I see you. Pull him out!" 

Normally, my anxiety would kick in right about here as I feared I was being set up. But with Carly, I knew I was safe. 

"What do you want? You need sexy music or something to shimmy out of those things?" She sneered at me, but I could see the curiosity in her eyes.

"No, I'll do it." I unbuttoned my jeans and slid the zipper down. I slid the jeans down to my feet and pulled them off with my shoes. My cock tented in my boxers with a relief, like getting a breath of fresh air after being cooped up in a musty house.

"Boxers too. I'm not going to get cheated here," she said with a huge smile. She leaned forward hungrily. The look in her eyes made 'him' throb even more. He was bouncing back and forth like a caged animal.

I tried to pull my boxers down, but my cock was catching in the elastic. I felt bigger than ever as I finagled it around the band and slid them down. I folded them over trying to hide the wet spot my precum had created as I pulled the loose underwear off my feet. I pulled off my socks as well and sat back in the seat normally. I wanted to touch my cock badly, but I prudishly rested my hands on my thighs.

"Now you're hiding from me. Turn back to me like you were before," Carly said. She made a downward twirling movement with her finger. I felt a bit degraded by the gesture, but excited none the less. Whatever she wanted, she was going to get. I leaned back against the door, now facing her.

"Nice... how big are you?" I looked away from her, but she continued "Come on now, I know you've measured. Put your leg against the seat and let me see."

I turned toward her and put my leg against the seat. I was now spread in front of her, my cock bobbing. "What makes you think I've measured?"

"You're a guy" she giggled. "Guys are always doing gross stuff like that. You're fascinated by it"

"Well... I don't know exactly" I stalled. She gave me the gimmee-gimmee motion again. "All right, 7 and ¾ inches long and 2 and ¾ inches around."

Carly burst out laughing "GOD, you're such a nerd to have done it in fractions. I'm surprised you didn't do it in metrics and decimals."

Jokes on you as I did and its 19.68cm x 6.99cm I thought but didn't say out loud. I was a nerd, but I didn't need to prove it for her.

"Well, you're a nerd who's pretty cute with a big dick, so you've got that going for you. Also, I'm surprised you actually have abs and a little bit of muscle. I didn't think you ever moved away from your computer." I finally relaxed with that comment. She was genuinely enjoying this. She lifted her bent leg and put it to mine against the seat. Our bare legs were touching now making an M against the bench seat back. She was now spread facing me, though fully clothed.

My eyes drifted down and spotted a wet mark at the center of her shorts. She had soaked through the fabric. The bigger development was that I could tell she wasn't wearing panties under her shorts. I made out a small tuft of brown hair at the top of her mound. I could also see the puffy, pink skin of her outer labia peeking out the side of her shorts. She was clearly shaved or waxed down below. I couldn't yet see her inner folds, but this was more than enough to make "him" bob up and down in anticipation.

Carly giggled "So it looks like he appreciates a well groomed pussy, huh?" She pointed to my hard, bobbing cock. "Are you doing that?"

"No, well I can, but it's kind of involuntary. He's just really excited." I tried to manage a smile, but I was breathing hard and focused on the small amount of her I could see peeking out of those shorts. I wanted to beg her to pull them to the side to give me a better view, but I kept it cool. As cool as I could with my cock out and bobbing in front of her, at least.

"Make him dance!" She clapped her hands in excitement. 

I gave her a disgusted look but complied. I flexed the muscles which pulled him almost to my flat stomach and then let him drop to a 45 degree angle. He wasn't going any lower than that until something was done to satisfy him. He truly had become a "him" with a mind of his own.

She was giggling as she watched him go up and down. On a particularly strenuous jerk, the tip came all the way back to my abs and splattered a bit of the leaking precum there. 

"Ooooh" she cooed. She took a sharp breath in and said "Oh, hell yeah. That's so hot."

She slid her right hand into the gap I had been ogling in her shorts. She used her other hand to toss me the small makeup case she'd brought with her. "There's a little bottle of lube in there. If you're nice, I'll tell you why I have it..... but later, need to do this NOW!"

I found the little black bottle with an odd name on it and looked at her fearfully. 

"Come on, don't get shy on me now. Use it to stroke that big cock of yours for me." 

I was still tentative. "I need to see more of you then," I said as I opened the lube. "I didn't see much of you at all last night."

"Allrigt, I know what you want." She took both hands and pulled off the black blouse, leaving her in a tight gray body shirt with thin strings holding it up. She was much slimmer than I had expected. Her breasts made almost every other shirt she wore billow out from her waist. As she sat there, though, I could tell the taught abs I felt yesterday were definitely there. I sucked in my breath in anticipation. 

"Ok, I'll go the next step once you start stroking," she said playfully. 

I dropped some of the lube in my right hand and slid it the length of my shaft. I almost went off right there. It felt amazing to finally touch him after all of this build up. I reminded myself to take it easy and not go off to early. I had no idea how many of these opportunities I would have.

I used my left hand to mock her gimmee-gimme gesture. She smiled "Ok, Ok, here I go. She pulled the tight top off with some difficulty. The top had built in support that was getting caught under her enormous tits. She wasn't wearing a bra to my amazement. Those things were sitting high mostly on their own.

Once the support netting slipped off, her gorgeous breasts fell out, but didn't fall much. They were beautiful. They had to have been at least DDs, but they were perfectly round. Her pink areolas were small in comparison, barely larger than a quarter. Little nubs poked out from them a shade darker than her areolas.




Summer with Carly



"You're lucky" she said. "Every guy in school wanted to see these, but they never earned their chance."

"I'm glad I earned the opportunity," I replied. "This is clearly a religious experience that few men can handle!"

She laughed "You're so odd. But you're sweet. I like that." She sat there in only those khaki shorts, pulled slightly askew so she could reach in and finger herself. She raised her left hand and began to massage her massive breasts. Her right hand slid back into her shorts. I could hear wet sounds almost immediately. "Now come on, let me see how you handle that thing"

I slid my hand down my shaft and groaned. I wanted to steal every second I could of this view, but my eyes involuntarily closed every few strokes. God it felt good. I drank in the view of her as much as I could. Carly manipulated her huge breasts, squeezing and tugging at them. Her hand dove into her shorts. I couldn't see everything occurring in those shorts, but her middle fingers were extremely wet.

I kept my strokes short and slow to hold off the orgasm that wanted out so badly. She was making it so difficult. Soft little moans would escape her when she pulled her fingers high to press her clit.

"You look so hot Carly," I said panting. "I'm trying my best not to go off, but everything you do makes me want to stroke faster"

"How bout this," she said. She pulled her fingers out of her shorts and put them out for me to see. Her juices were thick and slightly milky. She then rubbed them on her nipples.

"Holy fuck Carly!" I was dying to go off at this point, but then it would be over. She smiled at me with deviousness. Once she knew I was locked in, she bit her lower lip and groaned loudly. 

"Oh, shit" I said and pulled my hand off my dick. "That was close."

She giggled. "Just a few more minutes, babe. I'm trying to hold off too. This is too good to waste!" She put her left foot up on the dash to be fully spread in front of me. I continued stroking as she ran her fingers in and out of her pussy. I had to keep stopping as I was so close.

Her groans became louder and she picked up her pace. She too would stop every few strokes and take a deep breath to hold off. I could smell her sex as she continued to make her shorts messier and messier. It smelled both sweet and musky. A very clean, inviting smell.

"Ok...here we go... home stretch..." she said as her breath quickened. She slid down the door allowing her legs to come closer to me. Her eyes were half slits and her mouth was open wide. Her whole body rocked up and down. At this point I was stroking, but barely touching my cock at all trying to hold off. 

She slid that beautiful foot closer to me until it was pressed against my inner thigh. It was so smooth. She must have moisturized it twice a day. I stopped stroking and just watched her. 

Now lying on her back, those gorgeous breasts were raising and falling almost obscuring her face as she bucked up and down. "Close, babe, Close" she panted. "Stroke that cock for me, I'm cumming!" She slid her foot farther toward me and pressed it into my balls. The soft pressure was amazing. Her body froze and her head tilted back against the door. "Ungh, fuck" she moaned. Her toes curled against my balls as I resumed my strokes. She recovered slightly to look at me "Come on cum for me, Jake. Cum ON me!"

That was too much. I squeezed my cock hard and used my left hand to press her foot tighter against my balls. She continued burying her finger into her sloppy cunt as I pumped the final strokes. I cried out as the first spurt shot up her calf. My second shot landed on her ankle. 

"Oh hell yeah that's hot" she cried out.

She stiffened again and bit her lip to come a second time. I poured my last two shot on to her gorgeous little foot that was I holding against my balls. The two of us sat in that position, panting, for what seemed like hours. 

As the sunlight started to turn a darker orange, Carly sat up and observed the damage. "I guess I didn't think that one out" she smiled. I dug through the glove box and found a few napkins and an old rag. I tried my best to clean up, but we were going to be heading home sticky. She took the rag from me to finish cleaning up, giving me a quick peck on the cheek when she did so.

We drove into town and grabbed food at a drive thru before heading home. We talked about school, the town, and her friends as we ate and drove. I think we were trying to not to ruin the experience by rehashing it so quickly. When we got back to the farm she bounded up the stairs and I headed to my room. With a very full day behind me, I fell asleep as soon as I touched the bed.

My first day on the farm had been the best day of my life to that point. I had no idea how great the days were to become.



Summer with Dad



Summary: Daughter catches Dad and then decides she must have him.

Note 1: This is a Summer 2013 Contest Story so please vote.

Note 2: Thanks to MAB7991 for editing this quickly when time was running out.

Summer with Dad

Mom and dad divorced when I was in my senior year of high school; I was old enough to understand that they were really only staying together for me. I was also old enough to understand it had nothing to do with me...they just fell out of love with each other.

It should have been obvious; seriously, I can't even fathom how they ever fell in love with each other. They are polar opposites. It is a miracle they ever got together in the first place.

The only thing they seemed to have in common is that they are both ridiculously attractive for their age and they have me.

That said their differences are numerous.

Mom was born into a very wealthy family in New York City, grew up with everything and followed in both her mother and father's footsteps...becoming a lawyer. She is a no nonsense prosecution lawyer for the city that spends more hours at work than she does with her family. She seldom smiles and has clearly become disillusioned with the legal system and the many loopholes if you have enough money or the right lawyer. She doesn't have a sense of humour, hates television and movies and is a neat freak.

Dad, on the other hand, was born in Hawaii and grew up living forty feet from the ocean. Dad has always been carefree and relaxed about everything...actually I never once saw him get mad or lose his temper...which drove Mom nuts. She called him emotionless which is not true; he is simply a laid-back surfer kid who never really wanted to grow up.

Dad tried, he really did. He left the only home he ever knew to move to the block buildings and smog of New York City. He took a job working with grandpa, but it was obvious he wasn't really a suit and tie type of guy.

As soon as they decided to separate, he moved back to Hawaii and was working as a bartender at a bar on the ocean. It was a simple life, the one he had sacrificed for mom and me.

The agreement was I would finish twelfth grade and then spend the summer with dad before starting school in the fall at Harvard, just like my mother had before me and three other generations of Billings.

After dad left, mom buried herself even more into her work, which I didn't think was possible, even missing the first half of my graduation, but arriving in time to hear my Valedictorian speech. Dad, of course, flew back and was on time, although rather underdressed for such a formal ceremony.

Before, I get into my real story, I should tell you a bit about myself. First off, I was always a daddy's little girl. I adored my father and this too I think drove my mother nuts. Yet, when dad left, just two weeks after I turned eighteen, I rebelled a bit. I desperately tried to get my mother's attention, but to no avail.

I kept my marks up, actually top in my class, but otherwise I did all I could to test the boundaries of my life. I got drunk for the first time (I know I was such a goody-goody I had never had more than a glass of wine until a month after my eighteenth birthday), I tried pot, got my fake id and started going clubbing.

Sexually, I was a virgin when dad left, but soon lost my virginity to the father of the girl I was babysitting; I dated a college senior for three months when I sucked my first cock and had my first threesome when he, his roommate and I got high and drunk and my inhibitions faded; I lost my anal virginity after I broke up with him and ended up in a hotel room with a mid-forties lawyer I met at a sports pub...it was also here I learned two things:

1. I only liked older men. As they:

A) Knew how to pleasure a woman unlike my college boyfriend, who never once got me off

B) Knew what they wanted and were not afraid to ask for it...or better yet order me to do it

2. I was apparently a submissive. After he shot his first load in my mouth, while he talked to me the whole time calling me his high school slut and teenage fuck toy, he ate me out and got me off bringing me an orgasm unlike any I had ever experienced. When he said, after fucking my pussy for an eternity, "It's time for my slut to take it up the ass," I didn't hesitate. I got on all fours and when he ordered me to beg to get ass fucked, my SAT vocabulary disappeared and my slut vocabulary replaced it. "Yes, baby, take my virgin asshole. Shove that big cock up my tight back door and fuck the shit out of me."

After that night, I rejected overtures from anybody still in school...unless they worked there. I fucked a few other older men, each who quickly figured out I was an obedient submissive slut willing to obey almost any order.

That also led to my first lesbian encounter when a man and his wife took me back to their house for a lengthy threesome which included my first time eating cunt, getting DP'd for the first time (albeit the cock in my cunt was a strap-on) that ended with me getting fisted for the first time.

Sadly, mom never once caught me coming home late, or the next day for that matter as she was pre-occupied with work and not me.

I should finish this ridiculously long prologue by at least telling you what I look like. I don't mean to sound like a self-centered bitch, but I come from great genes. Besides being very gifted academically, I am also a great athlete having lettered in swimming, volleyball and track. Lastly, my DNA gave me natural blonde hair, aqua blue eyes and firm 36c breasts. That said, until my slut phase, I always wore my hair in a ponytail and wore sporting attire most of the time, none that even remotely flattered my body except when I was actually playing the sport. Was I the most attractive girl in high school? No. Was I pretty close? Yes, if I would have done myself up for school like I did when I was on the prowl for a DILF (dad I'd like to fuck). At school, I still dressed conservative, really living two lives:

-by day, I was still a scholar student and state championship athlete

-by night, I had become a slutty teenager on the prowl

By the way, I found DILF's perfect. Besides the earlier things I mentioned about them knowing how to please a woman, they were not clingy like my college boyfriend, not insipid like almost all high school boys and they didn't want to date me...they just wanted to fuck me.

Finally, I am ready for the actually story I was meaning to tell...how I ended as my dad's fucktoy.

I arrived in Hawaii excited for a summer of fun in the sun, one last wild time before college started and according to mom I would have no social life. When I quipped back that's what she had now she didn't laugh, rather sighed at how I got what she considered my dad's lame sense of humour.

Now I decided to surprise dad by arriving two days early, but it was me who was in for a surprise. First, my flight which was supposed to arrive at midnight didn't land till just before two am, thus I missed surprising dad at work. By the time the taxi dropped me off at dad's beach house on the ocean it was just after three and I was wiped.

I was walking up the front steps to his rather secluded house in comatose mode when I heard voices. Jerking me awake, I listened closer and gasped as it was obvious two people were fucking.

I moved slowly, as I listened to a woman beg, "Harder, fuck me harder with that big dick of yours."

I had never watched a sex act, unless you count the Internet, and my curiosity was piqued. Strangely, it never occurred to me that maybe my dad was who the woman was begging to fuck her harder.

As I slowly crept my way around to the back, I heard an aggressive male voice say, "Beg for it, slut."

"Oh please pound my pussy with that big horse cock of yours," the woman quickly obeyed, her voice clearly hungry for a good hard fucking.

As I peeked around the corner, my mouth dropped open as I saw my dad, butt naked, fucking some young looking redhead from behind as she leaned on a tree. I stared at his tanned body and tight ass, realizing instantly why I was drawn to older men...I had daddy issues.

"How about your ass, slut?" He questioned, his big hands firmly on her hips.

She giggled, "Betty said you would want my ass and that no one can make getting ass fucked feel amazing like you can."

"I'll take that as a yes," my usually laid back dad said as he pulled out. Strangely, I wanted to see his cock, but from this angle it was impossible. Thankfully, he ordered, "Get my cock ready for that ass of yours, slut."

My dad repositioned himself so I got an amazing side view of his rock hard cock. It was massive. Way bigger than any of the men I had been with. The redhead quickly turned around and dropped to her knees taking dad's cock in her mouth and bobbing back and forth as if she was in a porno movie. She deep throated his cock and I was in awe of her ability. My hand went under my shorts and directly to my burning cunt as I watched the sexual act in front of me, suddenly wide awake. I rubbed my pussy quietly as the scene in front of me continued.

"Are you ready for a good ass fucking, my little ass slut?" My dad asked, as he pulled her up and bent her back over.

"Oh God yes, but I've never had anything as big as your snake in my ass," she said, her tone both obedient and yet cautious.

"I hear that a lot," dad chuckled, as he positioned himself behind her.

I instantly wondered what he meant by 'a lot'. I couldn't fathom dad being a player, yet I also couldn't fathom dad fucking girls half his age or being a Dom. Yet, that was what I was witnessing right in front of my eyes.

My whole body ached with need as I watched him slowly push forward and into the young redhead's ass.

"Mother fuuuucker," the redhead screamed as her ass was split by dad's long, thick cock.

"Just relax, whore, it is going to burn for a while," he said, before adding, "but when it stops you're going to get the fucking of your life."

His confident tone, his promise of sexual pleasure, had my orgasm building at an accelerated pace even as I imagined it was me he was using for his own personal enjoyment.

"Okkkkay," she whimpered, her ass obviously in some major discomfort.

"So are the rumours true," he asked, a minute later, as he began slowly moving in and out of the redhead's ass.

"Fuuuuuck yes," she moaned. "Although I didn't believe iiiit."

"But you believe it now," he said smugly as he shifted from slow strokes to faster, more aggressive ones.

"Yeeeeeeees, daddy," she screamed, in a strange mixture of pleasure and pain.

Hearing her call my daddy, daddy, pissed me off; only I got to call him daddy. My hands on my pussy, I closed my eyes and envisioned it was me bent over getting fucked by Daddy.

"Have you ever come from getting that tight ass of yours fucked?" Dad asked, as he began slamming into her his whole cock somehow fitting in her ass.

"Nooooooo," she screamed.

"Well, we better change that. Real cock sluts like you can come from a good hard ass fucking," he said rather matter-of-factly.

"I'll try," she whimpered, clearly trying to get used to dad's huge cock ravaging her.

"I wasn't asking your opinion, slut. You will come like the hungry whore you are," he said, his tone authoritative and rugged, which only turned me on more as he grabbed her hair and pulled on it. I was close to coming but slowed down my inevitable orgasm by slowing down myself pleasure so I could continue to watch my father fuck this skank.

"Okay," she agreed, her moans increasing slightly as the pain seemed to begin to fade.

"Rub that fat clit of yours, Carrie," he demanded, continuing hard deep thrusts into her.

"It's Caroline," she whimpered, although she obeyed the order, her left hand going directly between her legs as she used her right hand to balance herself against the palm tree.

"Whatever, let's stick with slut," he shrugged, clearly not in it for a relationship.

I couldn't see her face or her facial expression but such blunt words had to hurt. Yet, after a few seconds of silence, other than the slapping of bodies meeting, she said, "Call me whatever you want daddy, as long as you keep fucking me with that big cock of yours."

He chuckled as he continued to pound her from behind. Her moans getting more animated, it was obvious she was close to coming. Finally, he ordered, "Come my little girl, my little ass slut."

Hearing him call her 'my little girl' made me jealous as that endearing term was supposed to be exclusively to me.

"Oh God, I'm so close," she screamed, as she frantically rubbed herself.

"Now daddy's whore," he demanded, firmly slapping her ass so loud I could hear it.

My eyes closed, my hand again frantically rubbed myself, as I listened to his words and imagined I was daddy's whore.

"Yeeeees, harder, fuck my ass haaaaarder, oh, oh, oh, shiiiiiiit," she screamed sounding like a hyena in heat.

I almost laughed at her ridiculous babble, but instead continued the fast-paced rubbing of my clit wanting to time my orgasm with his.

He continued fucking her throughout her orgasm, which always made my orgasm more intense, until he grunted and said, "Here's your first load up that slut ass of yours."

I quickly stopped holding back my orgasm as I began spanking my clit.

"Oh yes, fill my ass with your cum," she whimpered, like the slut she obviously was.

"Aaaaaah," he grunted shooting his load in the slut's ass, simultaneously my own orgasm hit and I had to bite my lower lip to hold in screaming and alerting them I had been watching them.

A moment later, he pulled out and ordered, "Clean me off whore."

She didn't hesitate as she turned around, dropped to her knees, and devoured his cock just seconds after it had been in her ass. I had never done that before and yet would in a heartbeat if told to.

My orgasm still trembled through me as I watched the slut continue to clean dad's cock. Suddenly worried I would be caught; I slowly backed up and returned to the front.

As expected, the front door was unlocked; dad always said when I was young that he never locked his door when he lived back on the island and hated the fact that people no longer trusted each other. I put my suitcase inside and was just about to look around when I heard the back door open. I quickly fell onto a nearby couch and pretended to be asleep.

"Why is the door open?" I heard dad say a few seconds later, as I opened an eye to see I hadn't closed the door.

A second later, I saw his naked ass as he closed the door and paused seeing the suitcase.

"What the? Josie?" He questioned to himself.

My one eye barely open, I saw him turn around and see a sleeping me on the couch, his large semi-erect cock only a few feet from me.

"Oh shit," he said, quickly covering himself up and moving out of my view.

I chuckled to myself at his shift from dominant stud to embarrassed dad in seconds.

I lay there replaying the bizarre yet undeniably hot scene I had just witnessed. I was just fading into slumber when I felt a nudge. Opening my eyes, I smiled, "Hi, Dad."

"Hi, my little girl," he smiled, like he always did and like he had just used on that whore a few minutes ago.

"I'm eighteen Dad, I'm no longer a little girl," I countered.

"Well, you will always be my little girl," he said softly, my mind flashing to his fucking that floozy. After a couple of seconds, he asked, "When did you sneak in?"

He was obviously curious if I saw or heard any of his late night extracurricular activities. Relaxing him a bit, I lied, "Oh a couple hours ago I wanted to surprise you but the flight really wore me out and I just crashed on the couch the second I walked through the door." After the lie, I wondered if he had come in after work which would make my lie get caught, but I doubted it.

"Well, you definitely caught me by surprise," he said, his tone clearly sounding relieved.

"I am full of surprises," I said, hinting at all the naughty things I could let him do to me, even though he had no clue at all.

"Good to know," he laughed. "We can catch up more tomorrow. Get some sleep."

"You too, I plan to wear you out," I quipped back, this time the innuendo more direct.

He laughed, "That I look forward to."

Once he was gone, I shook my head, was I really just flirting obnoxiously with my dad? Obviously I was, but I doubted he caught on to the true meaning of my words. Why would he?

Shaking my head again and laughing at myself, I closed my eyes and indeed did quickly drift into slumber.

I was awakened to something touching my lips.

Opening my eyes, I saw a big stiff cock and heard Dad say, "If you enjoy watching a slut be used then I am sure you will really enjoy being a participant."

As I opened my mouth to speak, he shoved his long, thick cock between my mouth and began fucking my face, although thankfully slowly at first.

He explained, "I saw you watching us, your hand between your legs rubbing yourself while you watched."

My eyes went big realizing he had seen me watching him.

"Yes, I saw and if you are anything like your mother then as soon as you saw my big cock you wished it was you bent over taking it up either of those fuck holes," he continued.

My head spun with the reality that he definitely had caught on to my innuendo and had obviously knew I was watching. His slow strokes began to pick up as his balls began slapping against my chin and I had to focus on not gagging as his full cock filled my mouth unlike any other.

"Rub yourself, my daughter slut," he ordered.

I didn't hesitate as I obeyed like a good girl, a good slut, my hand sliding inside my underwear and to my surprisingly already wet cunt.

"Good girl," he said, like he had so many times before. Hearing the endearing words warned me and yet made me feel dirty as I realized the sin I was committing, albeit completely out of my control.

Wanting to be a good girl, a good cocksucker, a good slut, I focused on his piston like cock going in and out of my mouth. I had learned pretty quickly how to give an amazing blow job, it all had to do with pacing, which I currently had no control over, and saliva which I did. Although awkward in my on my back position, I slowly created the extra saliva needed to create the whirlwind sensation I had perfected.

He groaned, once I began creating the sauna sensation, "Oh my, good girl, you have been very naughty since Daddy last saw you."

I moaned on his cock in response as I rubbed myself furiously as he began really fucking face me which only made my desire to please him and come myself increase.

"Ready to swallow daddy's load, my little princess," he asked, using another of his nicknames for me.

I again moaned on his cock as my own orgasm was bubbling just below the surface and was ready to erupt any second.

"Here it comes," he groaned and seconds later I was swallowing dad's salty seed.

My own orgasm followed and hit me hard as I opened my mouth, even as the last squirt of dad's cum shot out, and screamed, "Yeeeeees daaaaaaaddy."

I jolted myself awake as I realized I was having a very realistic wet dream, my hand was in my panties, and the orgasm I dreamt was apparently real.

I looked around confused by my surroundings for a moment before last night's memories came flooding back. I looked at the clock and saw it was five-thirty in the morning; shaking my head again, I laid back down and tried to get back to sleep.

.....

The next morning, well afternoon truthfully, having woken up at 12:30, I stretched and headed to the kitchen finding a note on the dining room table which said:




Summer with Dad



Hi sweetheart,

Out surfing...just walk out the back door.

Dad

I grabbed a quick bite to eat and headed out to the ocean. Dad taught me to surf when we came to Hawaii to visit my grandfather back when I was ten. We returned a couple more times before grandfather passed away when I was sixteen. Surfing was my favourite activity with dad and also my favourite activity to do on my own. In the water it was just you and the waves and although I peed myself the first time I surfed, eventually it became the most relaxing thing I could do. My mind just shut down and I relaxed completely...reaching a serenity I never experienced when I was at home. Letting go I didn't stress about my marks, my reputation or which college I should go to. I just was there and that was enough.

I grabbed a surfboard and looked out to the waves. A dozen surfers were out enjoying the waves and there was no way to tell which was dad from here. I walked into the warm ocean, I was always amazed how warm the water was down here, and began heading towards deeper water.

A few minutes later, as I waited for a wave to ride I replayed last night in my head, as well as my eerily authentic dream. I couldn't believe how turned on I was and how I threw naughty innuendoes at dad last night. Not at all horny at the moment, both the conversation and the dream were ludicrous. I didn't really want my dad, it is just a crazy bit of my sexual awakening the past few months, mixed with missing my dad so much and, of course, seeing him in the throes of sexual depravity didn't hurt any either.

When horny though, it seemed my 180 IQ dissipated and I became a different person being controller by my libido. I wasn't proud of my hunger for sexual fulfillment or my daddy issues, but no matter how much I tried to control myself, I only ended up repeating the same cycle of sexual submission again and again.

And based on my past relationships, it suddenly became obvious I was trying to deal with dad leaving by getting an older man who would give me the attention I no longer got at home with dad gone and mom a shadow of a parent.

I concluded, just as a nice wave approached, that last night was a crazy exception to the rule and I would just pretend it never happened.

I got ready for the wave and just let go.

....

An hour later, I was back on shore and saw dad on his balcony watching me. I quivered as I pondered him looking at me in my two piece swimsuit as a woman and not his daughter. I sighed to myself as I continued to have these silly thoughts no matter how much I tried to deny them.

"Enjoy the waves?" Dad asked even though he knew the answer to the question.

"I miss them a lot," I admitted.

"I miss you a lot too," dad smiled.

"I miss you too, Dad," I said, moving to him for a hug.

He pulled me in and said, as he squeezed me deep into him, "I am so happy you are here for the summer."

"Me too," I replied. "Nice to get away from the stress of school and the obliviousness of mom."

"She's still working too much?" Dad asked, letting me go.

"Paying rent is a waste of money," I quipped, my usual sarcasm back.

"I see you haven't lost any of that quick wit of yours," he chuckled.

"I see you got a six pack since I last saw you," I joked, putting my hands on his abs. 'Dammit I am doing it again,' I thought to myself.

He laughed, "It was always there, I just didn't walk around without a shirt on too often."

I couldn't help myself as I replied, my hand tracing his abs rather in-daughterly, "No these are definitely more defined."

He laughed again, "Thanks for noticing."

"No problem," I shrugged, reluctantly moving my hand off his perfect abs.

"Want to go for a tour of the island?" He asked.

"Sure, but can I shower first?" I asked.

"Oh, I suppose," he teased, like he always did. It was obvious I got my sarcasm from him.

I leaned in, gave him a kiss on the cheek, and said, "I'm really looking forward to bonding with you dad."

"It's only been a few months," he said.

"It's been a lifetime for me and a lot has changed since then," I added, clearly unable to stop myself from flirting with my father no matter how much I told myself I wasn't going to anymore.

"I can't wait to hear everything," Dad said.

I left him with the words most fathers never want to hear, "Oh, I don't think you want to hear everything."

I smiled to myself as I returned inside and to the shower emotions again confusing me. Part of me saw him as the same old sweet, caring dad he was, while another part saw him as a sexy older man who could treat me like the submissive slut I was. Although I thought I had control of my desires, it appeared they were controlling me.

.....

The trip around the very small and beautiful island was amazing. Grandfather had lived in Maui which was amazing, but touristy. This small island was super relaxing and seemed like the last unknown island. Oh sure, there were tourists, but they were all younger it seemed. The locals all were really friendly and I instantly fell in love with this reclusive island. It was just such a liberating change from the intense rigour of my normal life.

At three, dad dropped me off at home and said, "Sorry sweetheart but you came a day early and I took the next few nights off, but not tonight."

I almost quipped, 'I did indeed come early' but I refrained, instead saying, "No worries Dad, I will find something on this retched island to pass the time."

"Funny, you brat," he said, playfully slapping my shoulder.

"I learned from the best," I quipped back.

"Touché," he laughed.

"Will I get carded if I come to your quaint establishment for a cocktail?" I asked.

"First off it is the biggest drinking establishment on the island," he disputed.

"Isn't it the only drinking establishment on the island?" I countered.

"That is beside the point we are still the biggest," he said, laughing.

"You have always been a half full type of guy," I said.

"Secondly, since when did you start drinking cocktails?" He asked, raising his eyebrow.

"Forty-five minutes after you left me with workaholic," I quipped back, still smiling.

"Ouch," he said, his hands going to his heart.

"I miss this," I laughed. "Just the two of us."

"Me too, sweetheart, me too," he smiled gently.

After he left, I went and took a nap still kind of tired from arriving so late last night. When I woke up I had a quick shower, dressed in a plaid skirt, a lace bra and orange t-shirt that should make me stand out in a crowd and after watching a bit of television until eleven, I headed to dad's work.

When I arrived there I saw dad at the bar talking to a very pretty, very well-endowed, almost naked brunette who was clearly smitten with him, her hands touching Dad's arm. Dad didn't seem to mind the attention of another woman young enough to be his daughter.

I watched from afar for five minutes surprised by the overwhelming jealousy I was feeling. As dad flirted, I didn't see him as my father anymore but as a sexy older man I suddenly, without a doubt, wanted to fuck.

Dad said something to the other bartender who just laughed and nodded. Dad hopped over the bar, wrapped his arm around the slut and led her through the kitchen. I wondered where it led. It was obvious he was going to fuck her here since he could no longer bring sluts home with me there.

Desperate to stop him from fucking the bitch, I pulled out my phone and texted him.

Daddy,

Your little girl just walked into the bar and I don't see you anywhere. Are you here?

Josie

I hoped he would get the text before he began banging the bimbo.

A minute later, I got a text back:

In the back. Be out in a couple of minutes.

Dad

I kept watching the door for Dad to come out, but after a couple of minutes of staring at the door it seemed he was going to finish his quickie first. I wondered if the slut was sucking or fucking him, both made be envious as I decided then and there I was going to get dad to fuck me.

I was distracted by a pretty brunette in her early thirties who said, "You must be James daughter."

"I must be," I smiled back.

"You look a lot like him," she smiled warmly. "My name is Tia."

"I'm Josie," I said, glancing back at the door.

Tia followed my gaze and she said, "They probably ran out of something at the bar."

"I think he's filling something up," I replied sarcastically, before realizing what I said.

She laughed, clearly understanding my implication, "He is very popular here."

"So I am learning," I said.

"May I join you?" She asked.

"Sure," I shrugged, although I would have rather been alone, there was something about her that intrigued me.

Once she moved in the booth and sat beside me, she asked, "How long you on the island for?"

"Six weeks," I answered.

"Lovely," she nodded.

Her tone was strange although I couldn't put my finger on it. "So what do you do here in this metropolitan?" I asked, trying to be polite.

She laughed, "I'm your dad's boss."

"You own this place?" I asked.

"I do," she smiled.

"Nice," I said, imagining how nice it would be to live here full time.

"Yes, it's a lot more relaxing then my last job," she said, drawing me in.

Curious, I asked, "What was your last job?"

"A lawyer in New York," she revealed.

"Wow, quite a change," I said, unable to fathom the shift from big city lawyer to island bar owner. "What led to such a dramatic location change?"

"It was too stressful and fast paced, this on the other hand is laid back and relaxing," she answered, her hand falling to my leg as she gave me a squeeze.

Before I had time to ponder if she was hitting on me or just being friendly, she said, "Oh, there's your dad."

She gave my leg one more squeeze, the meaning unclear, even though her brief touch shot a spark to my pussy, before moving her hand away.

"Hi, sweetheart," Dad said, "I see you have met Tia."

"I-I-I have," I stammered, feeling as if he had caught me in a compromising position when he, of course, hadn't.

Tia said, her hand returning to my leg, the intent this time more obvious, "Yes, she is a beautiful young lady."

"That she is," Dad concurred, oblivious that his boss was hitting on his daughter.

Her hand moved closer to my now damp pussy as she said, the innuendo obvious to me, but not to dad, "She is absolutely adorably delicious."

He laughed, agreeing to something a lot different than he meant, "Yes, she is."

My face burned red at both the innuendo and her hand slithering ever so slowly towards my cunt.

Dad said, "You are abnormally quiet."

I shrugged, trying to play it cool, yet trying to flirt back and hint at my eagerness to the sexy older woman, "I'm just enjoying the ambiance."

"You and your SAT words," he quipped.

"You and your easy to impress personality," I joked back, as her fingers moved under my skirt, still painfully too far from my burning pussy.

"You two are hilarious," Tia said, her fingers slowly moving closer and yet so far away.

"Want a tour of Tia's establishment," Dad asked.

"You and your SAT wooooords," I joked, a finger touching my pussy lips, as I silently cursed my decision to wear panties.

Dad laughed, "I guess you are wearing off on me."

The distraction of Tia's hand had me shifting from good girl to promiscuous slut as I quipped back, "I do like to wear off peeeople." My body quivered on my last word as Tia's fingers, slipped underneath my panties and made contact on my wet burning pussy.

"Is stressing the last word of your sentence something new?" He asked, his expression showing he was confused.

"So it seeeeeeems," I replied, her finger at the entrance of pleasure.

"Tour?" He asked.

Just as quickly as her finger appeared under my skirt it was gone, creating an instant emptiness and hunger.

Tia slid out from the booth, stood up, and said, "I should go cover the bar, it seems I'm short a bartender."

"Sorry, I'll be back in fifteen," Dad apologized.

"No worries," she said. "Give her a tour and then I'll show her around the beach."

My cunt tingled in anticipation of continuing where she left off. "I really look forward to it."

"Me too," she replied, smiling an all too innocent smile.

As dad gave me a brief tour, first of the outside patio, he warned, "Be careful, Tia is a predator."

"Pardon?" I asked, feigning not understanding.

He stopped and said, "She likes to turn young girls."

"Turn young girls?" I repeated in question form.

He continued, "She is a lesbian."

"Ooooooh," I said, nodding my head, before adding, "that explains her hand on my knee."

"Already?" He asked.

"I didn't think much of it at first," I said, before continuing my sudden plan to seduce my dad, "but then her hand went under my skirt."

"I can't believe it," Dad said, not really annoyed, but more amused.

"What?" I asked.

"Oh, I just thought that she would know you were off limits," he explained.

"So her finger shouldn't have been teasing my vagina while talking to you?"

"Oh my God," he gasped, clearly uncomfortable with where the conversation was going.

"Actually, she got me pretty horny," I continued, which was true.

I followed dad as he ended the brief tour in the room I earlier saw him enter with the floozy.

Dad didn't speak, clearly uncomfortable with the information just provided. I noticed a pair of blue panties on a table and wondered if those were from the girl he just assumedly fucked.

I asked, picking them up, realizing they were still wet, "Is there usually wet panties lying around?"

His face went red as he clearly tried to come up with an excuse.

I let him suffer a bit before compounding his embarrassment. "I assume these are that pretty girl's you went in here with a little while ago.

Already red, his face somehow went redder, as he realized I knew what he had just done. "Honey, it's not what you think."

"You didn't take some young barely legal slut and bang her back here?" I asked, as I moved her panties to my nose. "Hmmmm, she was definitely primed beforehand."

"Josie," he gasped again. "What has got into you?"

"Almost Tia's finger, but obviously not what you put in the slut," I said, really enjoying pushing my father, as I continued my full-scale attack on seducing him.

"J-J-Josie, I can explain," he stammered.

"Oh no need to explain, Daddy, you have needs that need to be satisfied and I assume Mom never really was one to satisfy them for you. I am guessing you are just living your wild carefree sex years you never got to because of mom and I," I said, moving closer to him trying to look sultry.

"It was never about you, sweetheart," he said, seemingly not noticing my predator approach.

"Is it about me now, Daddy?" I asked, now directly in front of him as my hand reached for his cock.

"Josie!" He gasped, but didn't move my hand away.

"Wow! It is as big as it looked last night when you were fucking that slut in the ass," I smiled coyly, revealing all I knew even as my hand remained firmly on his cock through his shorts.

"I'm so s-s-sorry," he again stammered.

"Do you want to make it up to be, Daddy?" I asked. "That dyke boss of yours got me pretty revved up."

"Josie, you're my daughter," he pointed out.

"And you are my Daddy," I said, dropping to my knees. I looked up and said, "They say incest is best, it's time to see if that is indeed the case."

Before he could respond, I fished his cock out of his shorts and took it in my mouth.

He groaned, his protest weak, "Josie, we shouldn't be doing this."

I took his cock out of my mouth and said, my tone pouty and insecure, "Am I not good enough to please you, Daddy?"

"It's not that, sweetheart," he began before I cut him off.

"Call me slut, Daddy, I want to be your slut like all those other whores," I said, before deep-throating his cock desperate to show him just how good a slut I could be.

I sensed dad was having the internal struggle between his two heads: one saying how wrong this was, the other saying how hot this was. For me it was the latter; I wanted to taste his cum, to feel him spray his seed in mouth, to be called his slut.

After a couple of minutes of silence, as I bobbed back and forth on his stiff cock, Dad finally spoke. "Faster, my slut."

I obeyed instantly, shifting from slow, deliberate teasing to fast, deep pleasing.

"You like Daddy's cock?" He asked as all this cock went in and out of my mouth.

I moaned on his cock not believing I had just seduced my father.

"Answer me with words, slut," he ordered, the exact same authoritarian tone he had used last night.

I took his cock out of my mouth, looked up from my submissive position and answered, "I love Daddy's cock. It is so long and thick, although it tastes like dirty cunt."

He laughed, "Sorry, she wouldn't take no for an answer."

"I never say no either," I smiled before taking his cock back into my mouth.

"My daughter has really grown up since I left," he said, as he pulled his cock out of my mouth, pulled me up from my knees and ordered, "Get those panties of, sluts don't wear panties."

"Yeeees, Daddy," I eagerly said, my cunt already dripping with anticipation of getting fucked.

Once I had removed my panties, he ordered, "Bend over the table."

I again obeyed as he complimented as he flipped up my plaid skirt, "Fuck you have a nice ass."

"You made it," I quipped, getting turned on by the incest taboo.

"I guess I did," he laughed, as he moved behind me.

"Are you going to fuck your slut daughter?" I asked, wanting to hear him say the words.

"I think that my daughter actually needs a spanking for turning into such a slut since I left," he said, surprising me as his hand made contact on my left ass cheek.

"Whaaaat?" I began to ask, but it turned into a scream as he spanked my bare ass.

"You obviously need some discipline you so clearly lacked at home with that mother of yours," he said as he slapped my other cheek.

"Yeeeeees, Daaaaaddy," I replied, the pain both burning and beautiful, an oxymoron I couldn't begin to understand.

"Are you going to be a good girl for Daddy?" He asked, a third slap searing my ass.

"Yes, I'll be a very obedient daughter," I replied.

"Good, now get your ass home and wait for me to finish your punishment," he ordered, giving me one last slap on my red ass.

"Yes, Daddy," I said, disappointed that the fucking I thought was about to happen was prorogued...hopefully only for a short time.

He squeezed my ass and said, his tone back to normal, "It's great to have you here Josie."

"It's great to be here," I replied, confused by the sudden shift.

"See you after work," he said, leaving me still bent over the table.

I didn't move at first as I tried to understand what just happened. I seduced my dad, I sucked his cock, I obeyed his orders, bent over the table to get fucked, got spanked instead and was now left horny as hell.

I stood up, a slight pain burned through me, as I grabbed my panties and added them to the other pair. I walked back into the bar and saw dad was already chatting with two pretty young girls. Clearly he had a reputation already. Jealousy burned through me as I stared at them.

I was distracted again by Tia who said, "He is a wanted man."

"So it seems," I concurred, turning to her.

"Want the rest of the tour?" She asked invitingly.

"Sure," I agreed, my cunt still burning and if dad wasn't going to use his hose to squelch the fire I may have to find another way. Plus, I wanted him to be jealous like I was feeling. I called to Dad, "Going out with Tia," and turned around before I could see his face.

I really didn't know what I was getting myself into going out with a woman who obviously was a lesbian and obviously had her eyes set on me, but the idea of being wanted always got me wet and I was ready for an adventure and hopefully a release for my needy cunt.




Summer with Dad



Surprisingly, over the next half hour she actually showed me around the small downtown strip, introduced me to a couple dozen people, and showed me the best place to see the sun set. Although the sun had long set, she brought me to this very secluded spot.

She smiled as she took my hands, "You have the exact same eyes as your father."

I blushed, knowing that was a compliment because dad's eyes pulled you into him with sincerity and sweetness. "Thanks," I replied, shivering slightly as the breeze hit me.

"You are cold, my dear," she said, moving closer to me, "there is one way to warm you up."

Then her lips were on mine, her breasts crushed against mine and her hands wrapped around me. I melted into her as her tongue slipped into my mouth and we both started exploring each other slowly, neither in a hurry. The kiss lasted a while, neither of us in a hurry to progress any further. After a few minutes of raw, rough sex with my dad, this soft intimacy was a surprisingly pleasant change. As much as I enjoyed being fucked hard, verbally assaulted and dominated, I was completely drawn into this soft, gentle seduction.

When she broke the kiss, she looked into my eyes, "You are a lost girl, aren't you my dear?"

"What do you mean?" I asked, surprised by her words.

"You spend so much time trying to be the best at school, that you really don't know who you are," she smiled so softly, "inside...the real you."

'The real me?' I thought to myself. Of course, she was correct and it was why I had moved from man to man over the past few months trying to find myself and to avoid the obviously longing I had for my now gone father.

Tears began to form as I said, "I really miss my dad."

"As you should, he is a wonderful man," she said, squeezing my hands softly.

Although the moment was tender and sweet, it was my dad's cock that popped into my head. "He was always my rock," I replied, the innuendo to the rock hard cock in my mouth way to vague for her to catch, but saying it was exhilarating to me.

"He still can be," she said, kissing my cheek.

"Oh, I hope so," I said, his cock now the only thing in my head, wishing it was here right now.

"Let him know exactly what you want, my dear," she said, kissing my other cheek.

"That is advice I plan to take to heart," I again agreed, us having two completely different conversations.

"I want to taste you," she whispered, as her mouth went to my ear.

"I want you to taste me," I whimpered back, my ear being one of my weak spots.

"Lay down in the sand, my dear," she instructed gently.

"Okay," I nodded, my mind clouded and my pussy wet by her soft breath and intent.

I lay down on the sand, and watched as she lowered herself and joined me. "I don't bring many people up here," she said, as she kissed my neck.

"Why me?" I asked, unsure why she hit on me so quickly.

"I could just tell you needed some motherly attention," she responded, as she lifted my shirt over my head.

As she kissed between my breasts, I trembled, while asking playfully, "Is this how you give your daughter attention?"

"Of course, my dear, Bethany's first orgasms came from these fingers," she said, as they traced the top of my bra, "and these lips," she continued as she leaned in and kissed me on the lips again.

"Oh my," I gasped, her touch causing euphoria throughout my body.

"Don't you want to fuck your dad?" She asked, her knee now putting pressure on my cunt.

"Whhhhhat?" I asked, shocked by the question.

"It's pretty obvious, my dear," she purred.

"H-h-how?" I stammered, as she splattered my neck with kisses all the while slightly moving her knee in a circular motion.

"The way you were jealous of the younger girl, as well as the look in your eyes," she whispered, before adding, "Plus watching you suck his cock made my hypothesis rather correct."

"What?" I asked, my eyes suddenly going big.

"Even your daddy doesn't know I have a camera in that room. I put it in a few months ago for insurance purposes." she explained, before adding, "It was am investment well worth it."

She kissed me softly again as my head spun at the knowledge she knew of dad's and my incest activity. Trying to protect him, I pleaded, "Please don't fire him, it was all me."

"That's not what the video shows," she smiled, as she somehow unclasped my bra, before continuing, "Plus I just told you I have sex with my daughter. I am not going to fire him, he is my best bartender and clientele is up almost fifty percent since he showed up."

I sighed in relief even though I was still mortified she knew I had sucked Dad's cock, although I was intrigued that she had sex with her daughter. "How old is your daughter?" I asked.

"Nineteen," she said. "You two will get along lovely when she gets back into town in a couple of days."

I couldn't tell if she meant as friends or sex partners, but as she took my breast in her mouth I didn't really care either way.

After a minute of making love to my left breast with her lips and tongue, she said, as she moved to my feeling neglected right breast, "I originally just planned to tease your dad by flirting with you, but you are so adorably cute, that I had to have you."

"I'm yours," I moaned, as she gently bit my nipple.

"I know you are, my dear," she said, giving my nipple a firm tug.

I just closed my eyes and allowed her to make love to my body. Each touch kindled my already burning inferno of lust and caused me to fall deeper under her spell.

Finally, she asked, "Have you ever been with a woman before?"

I admittedly my one very submissive time. "Only once when a married couple picked me up and I pleased both of them."

"You're submissive are you?" she smiled.

"I can't explain it but pleasing others sexually turns me on so much," I admitted.

"I understand, it is your body and mind overcompensating for your high stress life," she said, as she pulled my skirt off. "You really are beautiful, Josie."

I had heard men say it, but always with the intent of bedding me, hearing her say it I believed her and I felt my sexual self-worth raise. "Thank you," I whispered.

"Did you eat her pussy?" She asked, as she slowly slithered my panties down my legs.

"Yes and she fucked me with a strap-on while her husband fucked my ass," I admitted, somehow wanting to impress her.

"Did she eat you in return?" She asked, her body between my legs.

"No," I admitted, that night being about the married couple's pleasure and not mine. "Actually, truth be told I never got off that night."

"Well I won't let that happen again," she said, as she repositioned herself between my legs.

My body trembled with anticipation.

She looked at me from between my legs, and said, "I am about to blow your mind, my dear. There is no better orgasm in the universe than one from another woman."

"Kkkkkk," I weakly replied, as her hot breath so close to my cunt had me desperate to feel more.

"What do you want me to do?" She asked.

I didn't hesitate as I begged, "Please eat my pussy, I need it so bad."

"Did your Daddy get you horny?" She asked, her tongue gently touching my pussy lips.

"Both of you, dammit," I replied, my frustration at the teasing driving me crazy.

"Do you want to fuck your Daddy?" She asked, her tongue tracing my wet pussy lips.

"Yes, I want to be my Daddy's slut," I admitted, wishing he was here to hear my declaration.

"And my slut too?" She asked, suddenly sucking my clit between her lips.

"God, yeeeeeees," I screamed, thankful we were in a very secluded location, the sudden pressure on my clit making my legs twitch.

Just as suddenly she let go of my clit and said, "Just lay back and enjoy, my dear, I am about to take you places you can't even imagine."

"Kkkkk," I whimpered, letting go completely to her touch.

I don't know how long she was between legs, it seed like an eternity as she would build my orgasm to volcanic eruption and then stop allowing it to simmer back down. I was a sexual yoyo as she brought me back and forth so close to sexual euphoria I could taste it and yet couldn't swallow it.

My body dying for eruption, I begged, "Please, Tia, I need to come so baaaaaaaaad."

"Tell me what you want your daddy to do to you," she instructed, as two fingers parted my wetness and easily slipped inside.

"Oooooooh, I want to suck his cock," I began, as she began exploring inside my cunt. "I want to be fucked hard and made into his sex peeeeeeet," I continued as my orgasm again began bubbling to a near explosion. "I want to taste his cum, to feel him cum inside my cunt and be used as his personal daughter cum buuuuuuucket," I screamed as she found my g-spot, and I came instantly, my hot lava flowing out of me like a dormant volcano.

It was easily the most intense orgasm of my life as the pleasure continued to course through me over and over again. No one had ever found my g-spot, no one had actually even looked for it, and I had to agree with Tia that only a woman knows exactly how to touch another woman.

All good things come to an end, both literally and figuratively, and so did this as Tia pulled her fingers out of me. "You taste as good as you look, my dear."

"I'll take that as a compliment," I smiled.

"Oh, that it was," she smiled back, as she stood up, straddled my head and lowered herself onto my face. Her skirt easily widened and I was soon staring at her panty less pussy.

I didn't need encouragement as I leaned up slightly, extended my tongue and began licking.

"Good girl," Tia moaned, after a couple of minutes of hungry exploring. "You are a very quick learner."

The compliment turned me on knowing I was giving her pleasure was the ultimate high. I parted her wet lips, widening them with my tongue. I tried to make my tongue a small cock as I tried to get inside her.

"Oooh, you naughty little girl," she moaned, again making me even more eager to please her.

A couple of minutes later I moved my head up more and sucked her clit between my lips. I wanted to finger her, to find her g-spot like she had mine, but I was handcuffed in my current position.

"That's it, my dear," she moaned, "get Mommy off."

The incest reference made it hotter, the thought that I would soon fuck my dad, I surprised her by quickly moving her off me and onto her back.

She laughed, "Aren't you an aggressive little one."

I buried my face between her legs and slid two fingers easily into her wetness.

"Oh yes, finger fuck me, you little slut," she moaned, her own breathing escalating.

I pumped her cunt while sucking on her clit which had her getting more and more animated.

"Oh yes, doooooon't stoooop," she moaned, her orgasm on the brink.

But I wanted to find her g-spot, so even as I sucked and nibbled on her swollen clit I searched for the great unknown.

Sensing my intent, she pleaded, "To the left, my dear, to the leeeeeeeeeeeeeft."

Finding it, I tapped on it, and her orgasm flooded out of her and onto my lips. I was instantly addicted to her heavenly sweetness as I lapped up her cum.

Like mine, her orgasm seemed to last an eternity as her moans continued although slowly subsided over time.

Finally, she sat up and said, "Well, that was amazing."

"As were you," I smiled.

"You look absolutely adorable covered in my cunt juice," she smiled back.

"Does it bring out my eyes?" I joked.

"Indeed it does," she laughed, as she pulled me towards her and we kissed again.

Breaking the kiss, she said, "Damn I taste good."

"No argument here," I smiled.

She pulled me into her arms and I just laid there looking up at the stars allowing my brain and body to just be.

.....

Twenty minutes later, give or take time being rather irrelevant at the moment, we were walking back towards the bar.

We chatted about my future as if nothing sexual had just transpired. Tia was so warm and caring that it felt like I had known her forever.

Back at the bar, remembering instantly dad's order, I excused myself feigning exhaustion and headed back home, after agreeing to meet her daughter in a couple of days.

Once home, a sudden anxiety hit me. No longer letting my libido rule me having come rather gloriously from Tia's tongue, I realized what I had done, what a can of worms I had opened up. I couldn't believe that I had actually been so sexually aggressive with my father. I had come onto him; I had sucked his cock; I had bent over and let him spank me. OMG!!! Yet, as the images of earlier this evening played in my head, my pussy began to tingle once again.

The clock seemed to be moving in slow motion. For the next couple of hours my mind was a mess. Was my Dad really going to come home and fuck me?

Finally, I heard the front door open...I took a deep breath and waited.

"Josie," he called out, "are you still awake?"

"Yes, Daddy," I called back, as I headed from my bedroom to meet him.

"So, we need to talk," he started, once we were both in the living room.

"Okay, Daddy," I agreed, continuing to keep my tone submissive and obedient.

"What happened earlier, that was a mistake," he began.

"What was?" I asked, playing innocent.

"You know what," he said, clearly uncomfortable talking about it.

Realizing I was going to have to up the ante to get what I wanted, I said, "Did you know that Tia and her daughter have sex."

"What?" He asked.

"Tia told me all about it on her late night tour after also telling me about the camera she has placed in that office room," I revealed.

"Oh God," he said, clearly stressed by this new information.

"She made me say those exact words tonight," I smiled flirtatiously.

"Josie," he said, as I continued to pile on the too much information card.

"Dad," I said, taking his hands. "Since you left I have desperately tried to fill the hollow part in my heart when you left. I have made a lot of bad choices trying to replace you Daddy. But when I saw you with that girl yesterday, and when I saw you go into that room with that girl, I felt extremely jealous, until I realized you too are lost."

"Oh sweetheart," he said, tears willing up into his eyes.

"I realize Daddy that incest is considered wrong, illegal and there are probably another million reasons why what I'm about to suggest is a terrible idea. Yet none of those seem to trump the underlying feeling I am feeling right now. I love you, Daddy."

"I love you too, angel," he replied, both of us now freely allowing the tears to fall.

"And it seems obvious to me that what I have been searching for is you and I think that this wild man party guy you have become is mostly you looking for me," I said, as I leaned in and kissed him.

I was worried he wouldn't kiss me back, but he did. At first, the kiss was tense and slightly awkward as we tried to separate dad and daughter from potential lovers, but as the kiss continued it shifted to tongue exploration, hands groping and increased breathing. Again, like in that room the label of dad and daughter disappeared and was replaced with a man and a woman in lust.

Eventually his hands were firmly on my ass and my right hand squeezed between us and grasped firmly onto his very hard cock.

"Josie," he whimpered in my mouth.

"Yes, Daddy," I asked coyly.

"You really want this?" He asked sincerely, backing up a bit and looking seriously into my eyes.

"More than anything," I smiled back, my fingers tracing his pulsing erection.

"Fish out Daddy's cock, little girl, you've got it all awkwardly positioned in my pants," he ordered, firmly but with a smile on his face.

"I'm not such a little girl anymore," I countered, as I fell to my knees and eagerly retrieved his cock from his shorts.

Once the snake was out of its cage, he asked, as I gently stroked it between my hands, "What does my not so little girl want to do with her Daddy's cock."

I looked up, wetness already forming between my legs, "I want to feel it in my mouth, I want to feel its cum spraying down my throat, I want to feel my face covered in Daddy's sweet seed that made me, I want to feel his big cock in my pussy and ass, I want to be your loyal live-in plaything."

"Shit," he groaned shocked by my rather detailed answer to his question and the fact that I had taken his cock into my mouth.

I understood the power of being a good cocksucker. It didn't matter that I was submissive; when a cock was in my mouth, I controlled the situation, the pleasure, and could usually decide when the man would come, expect for the occasionally face fuck where I just focused on not gagging. I started slow as I drew him into my mouth with my most favorite blow job style which I called Whirlwind Wish as I created extra saliva in my mouth to literally create a whirlwind sensation as I bobbed slowly back and forth while swirling my tongue around the cock. The extra saliva somehow enhances the sensation for him and they seldom last long.

"Oh God, Josie, that feels amazing," he said, his breathing already escalating.

I moaned on his cock in response, which I knew always created extra pulsations, on the cock.

Over the next minute or two, while I continued sucking him, slowly increasing the pace until I was taking all his cock in my mouth. Finally, he grunted, "Shit my little slut, where do you want Daddy's cum."

I wanted to taste him and feel it on my face. I admitted, "I want it all, Daddy. I want to taste you and feel my face covered with your jizz."

"Shit," he grunted, as he shoved his cock into my mouth and began fucking. "The first load is for your belly, my slut."

I again moaned excitedly, as his balls bounced off my chin with each forward thrust.

"Here it comes," he grunted, before I felt the sweet sensation of cum spraying into the back of my throat. I eagerly swallowed his cum which seemed to continue spurting long after the first blast.

"That's it, Josie, take all of Daddy's cum," he ordered, his hands in my hair keeping me from removing my mouth from his exploding cock, not that I wished to escape.

"That's it, Josie, take all Daddy's cum," he ordered, his hands in my hair.

I obeyed, continuing to retrieve every last drop of his cum.

Finally, he pulled out, lifted me up and carried me effortlessly to the kitchen. He put me on the counter and asked, "Is my little girl horny?"

"Yes, Daddy," I answered, my voice sounding like it did when I was five.

"Does my little girl want Daddy to eat her wet pussy?" He asked, as he parted my legs and stared at my wetness.

"Oh please Daddy, please eat my pussy," I pleaded, using baby talk.

"Fuck this is so wrong," he said, as he leaned forward and began licking my pussy.

"But it feels soooo right," I retorted, the naughtiness of incest making the sex so much hotter.

Dad was not as gentle as Tia was earlier in the evening, but it was equally stimulating because it was father, my Dad, licking my pussy.

It didn't take long before he sucked on my clit, while roughly pumping two fingers in and out of me. He didn't search for my g-spot, but he did seem focused on my pleasure.

My breathing increased as my orgasm began to bubble just below the surface. "Yes, Daddddddy," I moaned, "I'm so close."

Suddenly I screamed as he forced a finger up my ass making me come like the slut I was. "Fuuuuuuck, Daddddddddy!!!"

He continued licking and fingering both my holes as my orgasm coursed through me. My legs began to spasm, my head went light, and my whole body quivered.

When he pulled his fingers out, a gush of cum leaked out of me, as he pulled me off the counter and returned me back to my knees.

"Get Daddy ready for that wet cunt of yours, Josie," he ordered, his semi-erect cock directly in my face.

I didn't hesitate as I opened my mouth determined to get his cock hard as a rock so it could soon be in my cunt fucking me. "Good, slut," he complimented, as I sucked his quickly stiffening cock.




Summer with Dad



"Always for you, Daddy," I replied, between bobs.

Once his cock was fully erect, he ordered, "Stand up and bend over."

I quickly obeyed, excited for him to complete what he earlier teased. I playfully asked, "You aren't going to leave me all horny and wet again, are you?"

He laughed and yet dripped confidence at the same time, "Trust me, you will be well satisfied when I am through with you."

Continuing the playful banter, I teased, "I hope you are more than just talking the talk."

"Oh I walk the walk," he smugly retorted, as his cock head teased my cunt lips. "Actually, I fuck the fuck."

"Aaaah," I moaned loudly as his cock penetrated me, "I like that fuck the fuuuuck."

"I bet you do," he replied, as he completely filled me with his big stiff cock.

"I looove it," I whimpered, the sensation of his cock in me warming my whole body. I loved sucking cock, I really enjoyed my lesbian rendezvous with Tia, but there was nothing better than a cock's piston like motion in and out of me.

"You really have become a dirty little slut since I left," he said, slapping my ass.

"All in preparation to be your slut, Dadddddy," I whimpered, the slap on the ass stinging more than I expected.

"Well this is just the beginning of your training, baby girl," he warned.

"I'm yours to train," I quickly offered, willing to allow my father to do with me as he pleased. I loved him unconditionally as a daughter, so the transition to trust him unconditionally as a lover was easy.

The next few minutes we were silent other than my moans and his slowly escalating breathing. Finally, he said, "Three times in the past few hours is a lot for your old Daddy. I think it is time to earn your keep."

He pulled out and sat on a kitchen chair.

I didn't need instructions as I straddled Daddy's lap and lowered myself onto him. As his cock slid into me easily, euphoria cascaded through me as I began to ride him.

"That's it, slut, ride Daddy's cock," he grunted, as I took all of it in me.

After a couple of minutes of bouncing up and down on Daddy's dick, I repositioned myself so my feet were on his legs and my back leaned onto his chest.

"Flexible too," he approved, "you really are the perfect little slut daughter."

From this angle, I could tighten my cunt around his cock, literally attempting to milk his cum out of him and into me.

As I continued to bounce on his cock, my cunt tightening trick was obviously working as he grunted, "Fuck, Josie, I'm gonna shoot my load in you soon."

"Yes, Daddy, please fill your daughter with your cuuuum," I moaned, the thought of feeling him spray inside me the ultimate turn on.

He obliged a few strokes later as he grunted and I felt his cum explode in me. My own orgasm had been bubbling underneath the surface, but under my control. But as soon as he sprayed his cum into me, I lost control and came seconds after he did.

"Fuuuuuck, Daddddy, I love you soooo much," I screamed, as another amazing orgasm hit me, as I fell back onto Dad, his cock unfortunately sliding out of me.

Surprising me, he flipped me onto my knees and without warning buried his cock in my ass even as my orgasm continued.

"Fuuuuck, Daddy, yes, fuck your daughter's ass," I struggled to get out as my breathing was erratic.

"Good sluts have three holes to offer," he said, rather matter-of-factly.

"And I'll always be your goooood slut," I replied, as he slammed his cock in my back door.

"I know you will," he said softly, his hand rubbing my back as he continued fucking my ass.

After a couple more minutes, my orgasm finally done, he pulled out and said, "Next time, I plan to really give that tight ass of yours a workout."

"I can't wait," I smiled, my body way past exhaustion.

"Let's go to bed, angel," he said softly, pulling me into his muscular tanned arms.

"I love you, Dad," I said, as he and I became one.

"I love you too," he replied, kissing my forehead, as he had so many times before.

Laying in his arms a couple of minutes later it just felt so right. He was my Dad, and he was now my lover; I couldn't fathom turning back the hands of time to not do what we had just done.

The past twenty-four hours had been the most bizarre of my life and now that we had crossed that invisible societal accepted line of propriety, the future was unknown...exciting and scary...yet unknown.

The end