10 comments/ 119325 views/ 14 favorites August 2000 Ch. 01 By: Dani-Amande What I’m about to tell you happened three years ago, toward the end of the summer of 2000. I was back at home after my first year at college. I worked a few hours each week at my dad’s office, but spent most of the time at the beach or at the pool at my girlfriend’s house. At the beginning of the summer, I had met Mary, a very sweet, very pretty girl. She worked for my dad in the accounts department and I met her my first day at work. She had been reluctant to date the boss’s son, but after a week or so of pestering her to go out with me, she agreed. It had been a wonderful summer. Most evenings, when she finished work, we drove the few miles to the local beach, and stayed there until dusk. I loved lying next to her on the beach, looking at her body and her pretty smile, getting more and more horny thinking about making love with her later in the evening. I had spent so much time with Mary at her house that summer I had become very friendly with her family. Her parents were a nice couple, and her brother Mark, two years younger than Mary, was a good kid. When I told Mary’s parents I was studying math at college, they asked me if I would give Mark some math tutoring. Of course I agreed, and even turned down their offer to pay me (I guess I felt indebted to them for ignoring the fact that I fucked their daughter in their house most nights). So I spent a few hours a week working on math with Mark, usually on the two evenings Mary had classes at the local college. We’d spend an hour or two working on math, and I’d have dinner with Mark and his parents, then go meet Mary after her class. I should tell you now what’s at the heart of this story: Mary and Mark looked alike. Let me describe Mary. She was blond, and had deep brown eyes. She had a pretty face, and a radiant smile. I loved her shoulders, and I could write poems about her tiny breasts -- I had only to picture them for a wave of pleasure to sweep through my body. Even now, three years later, I can vividly picture how her slim waist flowed out towards her hips and ass. How I loved that ass! Every opportunity I had, I walked behind her to watch her ass. She knew the effect her ass had on me: she would run up stairs ahead of me and look back to make sure I was watching her ass. Half way through the summer I bought her a black thong bikini. Buying it, I had been worried that she might think it too slutty. But no. I gave it to her on the beach one evening, and she looked at it, then, in plain view of anyone who might have been watching, took off the bikini she was wearing and put on the one I had given her. As I remember her undressing on the beach, I still get so excited. Let me finish my description: Mary’s legs were toned from her running, and as the summer progressed her body took on a golden glow from the hours we spent in the sun. She was beautiful, and sweet, and over the course of the summer I had fallen deeply for her. Your probably see where this is leading. Mark, too, was blond, and his hair was long like Mary’s. He too was slim, and tanned. But, perhaps most of all, he had his sister’s smile. I hadn’t realized that at first -- perhaps he didn’t smile much when we were working together on math problems. But, at some point during the summer -- I don’t now recall when -- he had smiled his sister’s smile at me, and I had seen the resemblance. I saw it first in an abstract, theoretical way -- my, don’t they look alike. That was to change. I’ll move my story along, for I know that I’m too much inclined towards scene-setting, and too slow to get to the point. What you have foreseen happened on a hot August evening, two weeks before the summer was to end and I was to return to college. Mary was in class, and her parents were out of town visiting relatives in New Hampshire, or Vermont, or some such place – it doesn’t matter where. Mark and I had spent a couple of hours going over some math problems, and I was tired from the mental effort and the heat. When we had finished working, I took a dip in the pool, and came back inside with a towel wrapped around me. I sprawled on the couch and watched some television. Mark stretched out on the floor in front of me, also tired from the math. Whatever program was on, it didn’t hold my attention. I was thinking about Mary, and making love to her in her bedroom later that night. My gaze had rested on Mark’s legs. It struck me that they looked just like Mary’s -- slim, and tanned. My eyes moved up over body, and I imagined I could see his waist, his chest, and his shoulders though his shorts and t-shirt. Whether it was the heat, or my tiredness, I started to imagine it was Mary stretched out before me, and my anticipation of her undressing for me in her bedroom grew more acute. My cock grew under the towel as I thought about how Mary would turn away from me and slowly slide her panties down over her beautiful ass. I don’t know how long I had been staring at Mark as my cock got stiff, but at some point I realized that he was looking back at me over his shoulder, smiling his sister’s smile. “What are you thinking?,” he asked. His question broke my reverie, and I was at once aware that I had been staring at him and that my cock was erect, and clearly so. I shuffled my body to try to disguise my erection. “Nothing,” I replied. Then: “I was just thinking how much you look like your sister.” Mark smiled back at me, not saying anything. I couldn’t meet his glance, and pretended to watch the television. After a couple of minutes, he stood up, and left the room. I sat there a few more minutes, my cock and my embarrassment slowly subsiding. I should get up, I thought, and go meet Mary. A few more minutes, I told myself. Then Mark spoke from outside the room. “Turn off the television and close your eyes.” “Why?” “I have a surprise for you.” I reached for the remote and turned off the television. “Now close your eyes.” “Ok, they’re closed.” I heard him walk into the room. “Ok, you can open your eyes.” I looked up. Mary was standing a few feet in front of the couch where I was sprawling. She was wearing her black leather miniskirt and her white silk blouse, through which I could see the outline of a black bra. Her blond hair was pulled back behind her ears, and her lips were red and her eyes made up. On her feet were the short white tennis socks that, at my pleading, were the only clothes she kept on when we made love. Of course I knew it wasn’t Mary, and if I had had time to collect my thoughts, perhaps things would have been different. But, maybe, things would have turned out the same even had I thought about it. “So, what do you think?,” he asked. “Amazing,” I muttered, “really amazing.” He twirled around so I could see his ass tight in his sister’s miniskirt, and he lifted his arms above his head to accentuate his slim waist. Then he stood still, looking at me with that irresistible smile. “What if I were Mary?” he asked. “What do you mean?” “You know. If I were Mary, what would you do?” I looked at him for what seemed to me a long time. It might have appeared that I was thinking about my answer. In reality there was no thought going on. Rather, as I looked at him, the inevitability of my response was swelling inside me. I stood up and stepped toward him. My hands reached up and gently drew his face towards mine, and I kissed him softly on the lips. His eyes closed as our lips met. I kissed him again, this time our tongues touching. His eyes opened and met mine, and he smiled at me. “Pretend I’m Mary,” he whispered. My hands slid down to his waist, and I drew his body against mine, and we kissed again, deeper than before. “Undress for me,” I said. He started to unbutton Mary’s blouse. I watched avidly as each undone button revealed more of his smooth chest. He slipped the blouse from his shoulders, and stood there looking at me. I recognized the bra as the top of the bikini I had bought Mary, and my cock grew harder as I realized what he had on under Mary’s skirt. Mark turned away from me, and undid the clasp on the skirt. As he released the skirt to fall to the floor, he leaned over so that his ass, dressed only in Mary’s black thong, was toward me. He turned back me and my hands went round his naked waist, and pulled him to me, only Mary’s thong and the towel around my waist separating our bodies. I reached around his back and unclasped the top of the bikini, and my mouth moved from his lips to his nipples. He sighed, as Mary did when I sucked her nipples, and with that sigh I was lost. I lead Mark to the couch, and he sat down facing me. I kneeled between his legs and reached up for his panties. Slowly I pulled them down over his cock. His cock pointed up at my face, and, as though I had done this before, I leaned over to take him in my mouth. Do I have to describe what it was like? I couldn’t begin to do justice to the sublime taste and feel of that hard, warm cock in my mouth, to its smoothness as I ran my tongue over it, to the sound of Mark’s breathing as I sucked him, my hand now between his legs, rubbing his balls. As I sucked his cock, I had a vivid picture of him lying back on the couch, naked except for the Mary's little white socks, with his legs spread, and me between them, and that image excited me even more. I took the towel from around my waist, freeing my cock, which I stroked as I sucked my girlfriend’s brother’s cock. With a loud moan, Mark’s body tensed as he came. I felt his cum shoot into my mouth, and I ran my tongue around his cock, licking his cum against it. I stayed kneeling there between his legs, caressing his cock with my tongue as it softened and his body relaxed. I let his cock slip from my mouth and sat back to look at him sprawled on the couch. I took in his long tanned legs stretched out towards me, his sister’s black thong still around his ankle; his cock, glistening with his cum, and his small, tight balls; his slim waist, and his delicious red nipples; and his face with that amazing smile. Our eyes met, and we looked at each other, neither speaking. My hand moved back to my cock and I masturbated as Mark watched me. He slid off the couch and sat in front of me, his face close to mine. He kissed me, and his hand slipped between my legs, and I gasped as he touched my balls as I rubbed my cock faster and harder. As my excitement built, his finger moved further back to explore my ass. I gasped, as I did when Mary fucked my ass with her finger. He pushed his finger into my ass, at the same time kissing me again. I came at once, so hard, shooting streams of cum over his chest. We sat there silently. I watched my cum slip down over his stomach to his cock. “Lie down,” I said. As he sprawled on his back, I traced the line of my cum with my tongue, down to his cock, which started to harden again as my lips slipped over it. “No,” Mark said. “Not now. You’re going to be late for Mary.” I stood up and dressed. Mark, still naked except for Mary's socks, walked with me to the door. Just before I opened the door, we kissed again. Mark whispered in my ear, “Next time, I want you to fuck me like you fuck my sister.” “Yes,” I replied. TO BE CONTNUED. August 2000 Ch. 02 As I write this, I'm trying to remember what thoughts went through my mind as I walked out of Mary's parents' house on that hot and humid August evening. I had gone to the house earlier in the evening to tutor my girlfriend's younger brother while she was at her class at the local college. Mark and I had finished our math work, and I was hanging around waiting for the time to go pick up Mary at the college. I began thinking about making love to Mary. Mark had left the room, and returned wearing Mary's miniskirt and blouse, with his blond hair tucked behind his ears, just like Mary wore her hair, and with her makeup on his eyes and lips. The resemblance was stunning, and when he had asked me what I would do if it were Mary standing in front of me, I hadn't hesitated. I kissed him, and asked him to undress for me. When I saw him wearing the black thong bikini that I had given Mary earlier that summer, smiling Mary's irresistible smile, I was lost. We made love on the couch. I sucked his cock and swallowed his cum, then, as I masturbated in front of him, Mark had kissed me, and I came as his finger fucked my ass, just as Mary had fingered my ass many times that summer. As I left the house, hurrying to meet Mary at the college, Mark whispered to me, "Next time, I want you to fuck me like you fuck my sister." So, I ask myself now, three years later, what was I thinking as I left the house and walked to my car, on my way to meet Mary, the taste of her brother's cock on my lips? In truth, I don't remember thinking about much at all except that I was going to be late to meet Mary. In retrospect, that seems extraordinary: I had just had sex with her brother; it was the first time I had ever had sex with another man; and such wonderful sex it was. I was in some sort of shock, I suppose, for the enormity of what I had done didn't register in my conscious thoughts. I drove to the college. Mary was waiting outside, talking with a girlfriend. As I arrived, she ran down the stairs and got into the car. She leaned over and kissed me then smiled her sweet smile at me. "Hi baby," I said. "How was class?" "O.k.," she answered. I got through the boring bits by thinking about fucking you tonight." As I drove, I glanced over at Mary. She was wearing a white t-shirt, and short blue running shorts. I took in her legs, and her slim body, and her pretty face. I smiled back. "Strange. I've been thinking about the same thing," I said. "So you must be as horny as me," she said. Her hand reached out to my leg and her fingers slid up into my shorts and held my cock. We drove the few minutes back to her house with my cock hard in her hand. As we went in the house, I momentarily expected to see Mark still stretched out on the couch with Mary's bikini panties around his ankles, and his cock still glistening from the cum I had sucked from it. But the house was dark. "Look's like Mark's gone out," Mary said. She took my hand and led me to her bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Undress," she said. I pulled my t-shirt over my head, and slid down my shorts. My cock pointed up toward her, inviting her to reach out and hold it in her hand. "Your turn," I said. Mary lifted off her t-shirt, showing me her tiny breasts. Then, as she always did, she turned away from me and slowly pulled her shorts and panties down over her beautiful ass. I stepped behind her, and slid my cock in the crack of her ass, and reached around her to hold her breasts. I kissed the back of her neck and along her shoulders. "Kneel on the bed, baby," I said, "I want to fuck you." "Not tonight," she replied. "The house is empty. We can fuck wherever we want. I want to fuck you by the pool." She stepped away from me, and opened the draw where she kept her swimsuits. There, on the top of the pile, was the black bikini I had stripped from her brother's body earlier that evening. She pulled on the thong panties, and handed me my shorts. I put them back on and she took my hand, leading me through the house to the pool. She turned off the lights on the deck by the pool, and in the darkness arranged some cushions on a poolside chair. She pulled down my shorts, and whispered, "Sit down." Mary climbed on the chair, facing me, her legs spread either side of mine. With one hand she held my hard cock, and with other pulled her thong to one side. She guided my cock into her pussy and lowered herself on me, her breasts against my chest, her mouth seeking mine. I sat back in the chair as Mary fucked me, her body moving rhythmically up and down on my cock. She sighed softly with the rhythm of her movements. My hands moved over her legs, her back, her ass. I fingered her ass gently, pushing against her as she sat down on my cock, withdrawing my finger as she pushed up. "Hmmm," she sighed, "I've been waiting all summer to fuck you out here. I sometimes come out here after my parents go to bed, and masturbate. I imagine that someone is looking and watching me, and I spread my legs wider so he can see my fingers in my pussy." Mary's words caused my cock to jump as though a shock had gone through it. She had never before told me about her fantasies. I pictured her sitting in the dark playing with herself. "May be someone's there now," I said, "stroking his cock as he watches us fuck." She moaned. "Yes," she said. "Tell me more about this guy." "He's wearing only shorts, which he's pulled down below his cock. He's about my build -- maybe a little slimmer -- with long blond hair. He's standing rubbing his hard cock with his right hand, staring at your back as he plays with himself." Mary moaned, and her movements became faster. "What more does he do?" "He's sliding off his shorts. He's now completely naked. He's stepping out of the shadow towards us." "Tell me about his cock," she panted. "Describe it for me." "It's big, bigger than mine. It's very hard and straight, and it's glistening. It's very pretty. He's stroking it as he walks towards us." "What's he going to do?" "He's standing right behind you now, looking at your ass as it moves up and down. He's holding his cock towards your ass. He's going to fuck your ass as I fuck your pussy." As I spoke, I put my finger deep inside Mary's ass, and felt her clench against it. At once, she came with a huge crash, her whole body tightening as she thrust hard against my cock and my finger. Her spasms brought on my orgasm as I imagined watching the guy with the big cock fucking her. We both cried out loudly as the pleasure washed over us. Slowly, her body relaxed, and she collapsed on my chest. I held her to me, and stroked her hair. I didn't speak. I was thinking how I had described the guy watching us, and how excited that had made her. I wondered whether she had noticed how excited it had made me. After several minutes, I spoke. "I like hearing your fantasies. I'd like to hear more." "Are you sure", she replied, "Fantasies can be dangerous things." "What do you mean?," I asked, although I thought I knew what she meant. "Fantasies reveal your real desires. It's not easy to face up to your real desires. And it's not easy for those you love to know about them." I thought about her choice of words -- "those you love." As I was thinking about what she might mean, Mary sat up and looked at me. Her expression was serious, and for the first time since I had met her I sensed a sadness in her. But then she smiled her brilliant smile, and leaned over and kissed me. "Tell me against how big his cock was," she said. "Soooo big," I laughed, holding my hands wide to show the unnatural size of our imaginary lover. "Wow," she said, "too big for us to handle!" We stood up, and went back into the house. In her bedroom, Mary stripped off her black bikini panties and handed them to me. I put them to my face and smelled her on them. "Keep them tonight," she said. "Put them under your pillow so you dream of me all night." I took them. I kissed her goodnight, and left her bedroom. I walked down the corridor towards the front door. As I passed Mark's room I noticed the door was ajar. I walked past, heading to the front door and my car. As I reached the front door, I stopped. I turned back, and walked to his door. I pushed it open. The room was dark, but I could see Mark was there in bed. I walked in and sat on the edge of the bed. "Hi," I said, quietly. "Hi," he replied. I pulled back the sheet covering his body. He was naked, except for some black panties. My hand reached inside his panties for his cock. There, in the dark, I masturbated him, my lips on his. He came quickly, his cum spurting over his panties. I took his cock in my mouth as it softened, tasting his cum, then kissed him again. I pulled down Mark's cum-soaked panties and put them in my pocket next to his sister's. "I watched you fucking Mary," he said. "I want you to fuck me like that." "I will," I said. "When?" "Soon. Sweet dreams, baby." I left his room and let myself out of the house. I drove home thinking Mark's cock in the cute black panties, and about the guy with the big cock fucking Mary' ass as I held her in my arms. [TO BE CONTINUED] August 2000 Ch. 03 My sleep was interrupted by a succession of vivid dreams. In one dream, I was fucking my girlfriend by the pool, just as we had fucked the night before. I was sitting back on a chair, and Mary straddled me, rhythmically moving her pussy up and down on my cock. In another dream, as she fucked me, a guy stepped towards us, naked, and slipped his hard cock in Mary's ass as I fucked her pussy. In another dream, the same guy appeared, this time with a huge cock, which I couldn't take my eyes off as he walked towards us. Rather than fuck Mary's ass, he put his cock in my face and told me to suck it. But it was too big for me to take in my mouth. Mary told me, "It doesn't matter, you can suck my cock," and she took my hand and guided it to the hard cock between her legs. In yet another dream, I wasn't fucking Mary, but Mark, her brother, and it was Mary who stepped towards us. She leaned towards me and whispered to me, "I want you to fuck me like you're fucking him." I woke up with the sheets wet with my perspiration and my cock so hard it ached. I kicked off the covers and lay on my back, rays of sun slanting across my body. The black thong bikini panties that Mary had worn as we fucked last night were on the bed next to me. She had handed me the panties as I kissed her goodnight, telling me to savor the scent of her pussy as I fell asleep so that I would dream about her. Also on the bed were the black panties that her brother had been wearing when I went into his bedroom after saying goodnight to Mary. I had pulled back the sheet covering his body, and slipped down his panties, and masturbated him, kissing him as he quickly came in my hand. His panties were covered in his cum, and I took them with me and left the house. I lay back on my bed remembering what had happened before Mary and I had fucked by the pool. I had been tutoring Mark while Mary was attending a class at the local college. Our lesson over, Mark had left the room. He returned dressed in his sister's black miniskirt and silk blouse, wearing her makeup, and with his long blond hair tucked behind his ears, just as Mary wears her hair. "If I were Mary, what would you do?" he had asked, smiling the bewitching smile that Mary has. I didn't hesitate. I kissed him, and told him to undress for me. He unbuttoned the blouse, and slipped it from his slim shoulders, and unclasped Mary's skirt. He turned away from me as he undressed, just as his sister did, so I could see his cute ass as the skirt dropped to the floor. He was wearing his sister's black thong bikini panties that were now on the bed next to me. I lead him to the couch, and kneeled between his legs and sucked his cock, tasting his cum in my mouth. I then stroked my cock. Mark's hands rubbed my balls as I masturbated, and he fucked my ass with his finger, just as Mary did when we made love. I rushed to meet Mary at the college, and we returned to her house. Her parents are away visiting relatives, and, for the first time, we made love by the pool. She was wearing only the black thong panties. As we fucked, she told me how she would come outside after her parents were asleep and would masturbate in the dark, imagining that she was being watched. "Perhaps there's someone watching now," I said. I described how he was walking towards us, his eyes on her beautiful ass as it moved up and down on me, and how his hard cock was going to fuck her ass. We both came imagining Mary's ass being fucked by this stranger's cock. I lifted Mary's panties to my face and smelled the scent of our sex last night. I held Mark's panties to my face, and my tongue licked the cum that had spilled over my fingers onto his panties. My hand rubbed my cock as I thought of Mary, then Mark, undressing in front of me, each of them turning away from me and slowly revealing their ass, dressed only in the black thong. My phone rang. I looked at the number on the screen. It was Mary calling from work. "Hi babe," I said as I answered it. "Hi sweetie," she replied. "Are you still in bed." "Yes. Thinking of you." "What are you thinking," Mary asked. "About last night. About fucking you by the pool. About your fantasy." "Sounds nice. So what are you doing about it?" "I have your panties by my face, and I'm stroking my cock." "Mmmm. Tell me all about it tonight. I just called to say hi. Must run now. Bye sweetie." "Bye." "Oh," she said, "Mark told me to have you call him when you woke up. He wants to reschedule your next math session." "Ok," I said. "See you tonight." My hand left my cock. I lay back thinking what I should do Before yesterday I had never thought about touching another cock -- in fact I had never before even seen anyone else's hard cock in real life -- but now, my thoughts about making love to Mark were as intense as my desire for his sister. I told myself that when I first made love to him last night, I was overcome by his resemblance to Mary. However, I thought, the second time I was driven by the need to feel his cock and kiss his lips. And here I am with his cum-soaked panties on my face, imaging him undressing for me. If I call him now, and go see him again, how will this end? Mary will inevitably find out. I can find an excuse not to be alone with him again this summer, and maybe I can forget about what happened yesterday. I got out of bed and took a shower. I put on some my running shoes and shorts, and drove the short distance to the beach. I ran along the beach for a few miles, enjoying the cool of the morning. I ran hard, my exertion forcing all thoughts out of my head. I finished running, and took off my shoes and walked into the ocean. As I stood with the waves rolling over me, I remembered how I had given the black thong bikini to Mary earlier in the summer. We had been on the beach. She had looked at the bikini and had stood up. She had taken off the bikini she was wearing, and put on the bikini I had given her. I thought of how all the people on the beach could have seen her ass, her pussy, and her tiny breasts as she undressed, and I thought again about her fantasy of someone watching her from the shadows as she masturbated. Standing there thinking about Mary, my cock began to grow again. I walked back to my car, and drove home, happy to be thinking about Mary and not her brother. I got back home and stripped off my running shorts. I picked up Mary's panties, and held them against my cock, and masturbated, imagining Mary's cute ass in those panties, imagining her mouth on my cock as her finger fucked my ass. I came over her panties, and held them to my lips, tasting my cum and smelling her scent. I lay back on the bed. I began to drift back to sleep, my hand still holding my cock as it softened. That was when the thought struck me. Actually, it was a series of thoughts. I thought first of the effect it had on me to see Mark wearing Mary's thong. That thought lead me to picture him turning away from me -- just as Mary did so often -- so I could see his ass as he unclasped his skirt and dropped it to the floor. What made him make just that movement? And I remembered that he was wearing Mary's little white socks -- the socks I loved her to wear when she was otherwise naked for me. And I thought of his finger searching for my ass as I masturbated in front of him, then fucking my ass with it, just as Mary finger-fucked my ass when she sucked my cock. And I also remembered Mary saying when we returned to the house that Mark was out, but Mark told me he had been there all along, watching Mary and I make love by the pool. Was this just a series of coincidences: wearing just those panties and those socks, undressing in just that way, finger fucking my ass just like Mary did, and being there to watch me and Mary fuck as she told me about her fantasy of someone watching her while she masturbated? But how could all this have been coincidence? The alternative explanation seemed inevitable: that Mary had told Mark which of her clothes turned me on; how I loved it when she turned away from me as she undressed, so I could see her ass; how I moaned with pleasure as she fingered my ass; and that he could watch us fuck by the pool. But why would she tell him any of those things? I laid there for an hour trying to imagine Mary telling Mark what exited me most. How could I find out if she had told him? I couldn't ask her without telling her what I had done to Mark last night. But I could ask Mark. I called his house. He answered. "Hi. It's me," I said. "Can I come over?" "Yes," he answered. "I'll be right there," I said. I dressed quickly, and drove to the house. The front door was ajar. I walked in and closed the door behind me. "Hi," I called out. "Hi," Mark replied. I followed the sound of his voice to Mary's bedroom. I pushed open the door to her room. The shades were drawn, but in the dark I could see Mark stretched out on Mary's bed. I stood beside the bed. As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness, I saw Mark's blond hair tucked behind his ears, like Mary's, and her make up on his face. He had on Mary's short white diaphanous nightdress which reached just to the top of his thighs. His long slim legs stretched out below the nightdress. I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his body, and I felt a wave of desire flood over me, just like it had the night before when he stood before me wearing his sister's skirt and blouse and thong panties. I had come here to find out if Mary had told him about our love-making and what she did to excite me. An hour ago, it had seemed important that I find out what she had told him. Now, sitting next to Mark, with him wearing Mary's sheer nightdress, with his hair worn as Mary wears her hair and wearing her make up, the truth struck me clearly: it didn't matter at all what she had told him. All that mattered to me, there and then, was that I could reach out and touch Mark's body, kiss him undress him, and make love to him here in the bed where Mary and I had make love so many times that summer. My hand reached out and lifted up the hem of Mary's nightdress over Mark's thighs and hips. He was wearing Mary's white silk panties. The narrow white triangle barely covered his cock. I ran my hand up under the nightdress to his smooth chest. Mark's eyes closed and he let out soft sigh as I touched his nipples. I leaned over and kissed him lightly on his lips, smelling Mary's scent on him. His mouth opened, and our tongues touched. We kissed deeply, for a long time. I stood up and pulled my t-shirt over my head. As Mark watched I slipped off my shorts. Mark's hand reached out for my cock, already hard; he gripped it tightly, and I gasped with the pleasure. He leaned towards me, and took my cock between his lips, and licked me gently with his tongue. His hands slid between my legs, his finger searching for my ass. I opened my legs wider, inviting him to slip his finger into my ass. As he fucked me with his finger, I started to gently fuck his mouth with my cock, the movements of my hips matching those of his finger. I could feel my orgasm building, slowly, slowly, as Mark sucked my cock and fucked my ass with his finger. Ten seconds more and I would have shot my cum in his mouth, but that was not what I wanted today. I took my cock from Mark's mouth, and reached for his nightdress. I pulled it over his head. He lay back on the bed, and smiled up at me. I kissed his lips, and ran my tongue down his neck, over his nipples, across his stomach, to the top of his white silk panties. "Kneel on the bed," I said. Mark turned over and kneeled. I saw his round ass in Mary's white panties and I gasped with excitement. My hands touched his firm ass, feeling it through his panties. My hand slipped into his panties and between his legs to his balls. He sighed deeply. My other hand followed, these fingers exploring his ass. I kneeled behind him, and my tongue licked his ass through his panties as my hand fondled his balls. My desire for his body, for his beautiful ass, was uncontrollable. I stood up and stepped towards Mary's closet. I opened the closet door so that the mirror on the door pointed at Mary's bed. I went to Mary's bedside table and took the bottle of hand lotion from the drawer. I squeezed some lotion from the bottle, and rubbed it on my cock. I stood behind Mark and pulled his panties down to reveal his ass. I guided my hard cock toward his ass, and pushed slowly into him. As the head of my cock disappeared into his ass, I started gently fucking him softly, pushing my cock into him, then pulling it almost out. His breathing became harder, until it became a continuous soft moan. I saw our bodies in the mirror, my cock slipping into his ass, his panties around his thighs. I saw his face, his eyes closed and his mouth open as he moaned, just as I had so often seen Mary in that mirror in the same position on the same bed. My orgasm built again, and I began to fuck him faster and deeper. His moans became louder as more and more of my cock slipped into his ass. His eyes opened as he sensed I was about to cum, and he watched me in the mirror as my body tensed and I came, each thrust of my cock shooting more and more cum into his ass. After what seemed like minutes, my orgasm subsided, and my body began to relax. I stood there behind Mark, with my cock still deep in his ass. I looked at us in the mirror, united in our passion. I caught Mark's eye and smiled back at him. Neither of us spoke. My hand moved to his cock, and I masturbated him as I gently fucked him. The reflection in the mirror showed my hand on his cock. Mark's back leaned against my chest, and I kissed the side of his neck. He came in my hand. I lifted my fingers to his mouth, and he licked his cum. He twisted his face back towards mine, and kissed me to share his cum with me. We stood up. I lead Mark to the shower. We stood under the water, our bodies intertwined. I dried him with the towel. "Put Mary's nightdress and panties back on, and get into bed," I said. I dried myself, and went back to Mary's bedroom. Mark was under the sheet. I got into next to him. I put one arm around him and drew him to me. His head rested on my shoulder and his body pressed close to mine. My other arm reached down so that my fingers reached into his panties and held his cock. We lay together for a long time. I felt complete serenity holding his body next to me, naked except for Mary's nightdress and panties, with his cock growing again as I gently rubbed it. [TO BE CONTINUED] August 2000 Ch. 04 The last two weeks of the summer I lived a double life. Each evening I would meet Mary at her parents' house when she returned from work. She would quickly change into shorts and t-shirt -- hiding her very tiny bikini from her parents' eyes. Once in my car, she stripped down to her bikini as we drove to the beach. The sight of her slim tanned body immediately made me hard. She would tease me: brushing my cock with her hand, or adjusting her bikini so I could see her tiny breasts or glimpse her pussy. When the sun went down we would drive back to my apartment or her parents' house, and we would make love, sometimes slowly and gently, but other times as though hadn't fucked in weeks. Each evening I would say goodnight to her and drive home from her parents' house, and I'd fall asleep thinking about her. I would awake each morning with my cock hard again, but my mind now not filled with thoughts of Mary, but with images of her brother dressed in Mary's clothes, picturing myself pulling back his panties to place my lips on his hard cock. Mark would call about nine o'clock after his parents and Mary had left for work and ask if he could come over and how I'd like him to dress. I spent much of the time from when I woke until he called thinking about what I'd like him to wear, in my mind dressing him in various combinations of Mary's clothes. When I heard Mark's car pull up in front of my apartment building, I'd watch him walk along the path to the door of the building. The first time he came to my apartment he wore a loose sweat shirt and sweat pants over Mary's tight running shorts and cut-off t-shirt, and a baseball cap with its brim pulled low and sunglasses to hide the makeup he was wearing. As we made love that morning, I asked him if the next day he would not wear anything over the outfit I had requested. He agreed. The next day, I asked him to wear Mary's shorts and a polo shirt. I watched him get out of his car, his legs long and slim in his sister's shorts. He removed his sunglasses as he stepped out of his car so I could see his face made up with his sister's makeup. He walked the short distance to the door slowly. When I opened the door to my apartment, his face was a picture of nerves and exhilaration. I took him in my arms and held him close to me as he regained his breath. "You look beautiful," I said. "Did anyone see me?" he asked. "Do you want someone to see you?" I asked. "I don't know." I kissed him, and lead him to the bedroom. I took off his shirt, kissing his smooth chest and his small red nipples. My tongue moved down to his stomach and I slid down Mary's shorts to release his cock. I lay between his legs, licking his cock, looking up at his face. We made love slowly and gently, then lay together, Mark's head on my shoulder, my arms around his body, our cocks growing hard again as they pressed against each other. As we lay together, I asked Mark if the next day he would wear Mary's black miniskirt, and her white silk blouse. He agreed. When he left, I watched him walk back to his car, my eyes fixed on his small round ass in his sister's tight shorts. When he reached the car he turned and looked up at the window where I was watching and smiled the sweet smile he shared with his sister and waved at me. The next morning, he called to say he was on his way over. His voice sounded nervous. "Are you ok with this?" I asked. "Yes," he answered. His car pulled up a few minutes later. The door opened, and Mark's long legs swung out. He stood up, and his hands went to his thighs to smooth Mary's miniskirt. He was wearing Mary's white silk blouse with a red scarf around his neck, and his hair was tucked behind his ears, just as I like Mary to wear her hair. He locked the car and walked slowly to the door of the apartment building. As he walked to the door, it opened, and one of my neighbors -- a young guy I knew only by sight -- walked out and headed in Mark's direction. I saw Mark blush instantly as he saw my neighbor approach and saw Mark's eyes look away as he walked past him. I let Mark into my apartment and closed the door behind him. He stood in front of me, still blushing. I softly kissed his lips. I unbuttoned his blouse and slipped it from his shoulders. Then I undid his skirt, which dropped to the floor. I stood looking at him standing in front of me, his cock standing up hard and straight above the top of Mary's panties. I slipped my hand into his panties and cupped his balls in my hand. He gasped. "Did you like being seen?' I asked him. "Yes," he whispered. "Do you like the thought of him thinking about you and stroking his cock?" "Yes." "Would you like him to take you up to his apartment and undress you so he can see your hard cock in your panties?" "Yes." I lead Mark to the bed, and he lay on his back, still wearing Mary's panties. I propped his ass up with pillows, then undid my belt and stepped out of my jeans. I spread oil on my erect cock and stood between his legs. I pulled his panties to one side and slipped my cock into his ass. We both moaned loudly as I entered him. As I fucked him, my hand stroked his cock, and my eyes watched his pretty face, still flush with embarrassment and excitement. Looking down at his face, I saw again the resemblance to Mary -- how Mark's mouth open and rounded into an O as his excitement built, just as Mary's mouth did when her orgasm was building.I closed my eyes and in my mind Mary and her brother merged into one -- slim, tanned, blond, irresistible. As that image formed in my mind, my separate desire for brother and sister merged into one overwhelming passion. My orgasm swept over me, and my cum shot into him. I stayed standing between Mark's legs, stroking his cock, watching his face as he came, his cum spilling over my hand. I put my hand to my mouth to taste his cum, and then kissed him so he could taste himself on my tongue. I took Mark's hand and led him to the shower. I slipped Mary's panties off him. As the water poured over our bodies, we held each other, our lips and tongues together. I dried him off, and led him back to the couch. I knelt on the floor between his legs, and took him in my mouth, my hand holding his balls. I sucked him softly, feeling him harden, my own cock growing as my tongue ran over his cock and I listened to his quiet moans. The phone rang. I ignored it, not wanting Mark's cock to leave my mouth. The answer machine took the call. I heard Mary's voice, slightly breathless. "Hi baby!" she said. "I was hoping you'd be in so I could tell what I'm doing. I suppose I'll just have to leave you a message then . . . . I was at the gym this morning before work and when I was getting dressed there was this woman next to me in the changing room with an amazing body. You'd have liked her -- small breasts, slim legs, lightly muscled arms. Anyway, the most amazing thing was that her pussy was completely shaved. I've never seen anything like it before -- I couldn't keep my eyes off it! It was totally embarrassing. She saw me looking and smiled at me. She asked, do you like it? I blushed so badly, and stammered, yes, it's very pretty." I knelt there between her brother's legs, his cock hard in my mouth, listening to Mary describe another girl's pussy, my cock now fully erect. "Anyway," Mary continued, "I haven't been able to get the picture of her pussy out of my mind all morning. I've been imagining that I'm alone with her in the changing room, and that when she sees that I'm staring at her pussy, she asks me whether I want to touch it." Mary's became more breathless as she continued. "I say yes I would like to, and she takes my hand and leads it to her pussy. She spreads her legs so I can slide my fingers over her clit and against her lips. I hold my hand there, feeling how smooth she is. Do you like that? she asks me. I say I do. But anyone could walk in, and I start to remove my fingers. No, she says, you mustn't stop. I don't stop -- I realize that I will do anything she tells me." "Do you like my fantasy baby?" Mary asked. "I hope so. I've been horny so morning thinking about it. I've been waiting until my officemate went out so I could tell you about it. I'm playing with my pussy -- I'm just about to cum, and wanted to let you hear me." The rest of her message was a series of moans as Mary brought herself to orgasm. As he listened to his sister masturbate, Mark's own orgasm built, and their moans mingled together. Mark's cum shot into my mouth as the sound of Mary's orgasm filled my apartment. "That so was amazing," Mary said softly. "If you're a really good boy, I'll tell you more of my fantasy tonight. Bye baby." The answer machine clicked off as she hung up. I reached for the machine and hit the play button. As the message played back, I sat in front of Mark and stroked my cock. He kissed me, and his hand rubbed my balls, one finger reaching back to probe my ass. I pictured Mary's fingers exploring the gym girl's shaven pussy, and my cum spurted hard over Mark's chest. Mark put on Mary's blouse, and then her skirt. He took her panties in his hand. I kissed him goodbye and watched as he walked to his car. He opened the door, and then knelt on the seat to reach for something on the passenger seat. As he knelt his skirt lifted up and I had a wonderful view of his ass. A thrill swept my body and I was on the point of calling him back so I could once again fuck that cute ass. He stood up and waved, a wide smile on his face. I waved back, and he got in his car and drove away. [To be continued.] August 2000 Ch. 05 A big storm arrived that evening, the first sign that summer was nearing its end. I met Mary at her parents' house soon after she arrived home from work. She told her parents we were going to see a movie. In fact we planned to head straight to my apartment. Mary went to her bedroom to change out of her work clothes. I stood in the kitchen talking with her mother. Mary returned from her bedroom wearing the same black miniskirt and silk blouse her brother had worn to my apartment earlier that day. I looked at her. She smiled at me. "You look great," I said. "Thank you," she said. "I know you like this outfit." We drove to my apartment slowly through the rain. We didn't speak. I realized that by dressing in those clothes Mary was telling me that she knew about me and Mark. There didn't seem anything to say. The realization that she knew was a relief to me. Not only did she know; she had known from the beginning. That thought both shocked and thrilled me. We ran from the car to my apartment, but we were soaked by the time we reached it. When I closed the door behind us, I stood looking at her. Water ran down her face, and her wet blouse clung to her tiny breasts. I kissed her lips lightly, and unbuttoned her blouse and slipped it from her shoulders. I then undid her skirt. As I had anticipated, she stood there before me in the same panties her brother had been wearing that morning. "Deja vue?' she asked. We both broke into broad smiles. I took off my t-shirt. Mary undid my jeans and held my hard cock. She led me to the bed. She sat back on the bed and spread her legs. "I want you to taste me," she said. I pulled her panties to the side and my mouth went to her pussy. I savored the sweet scent of sex from her masturbating earlier in the day when she was fantasizing about the gym girl's pussy. Her sighs quickly became loud moans and her pussy pressed hard against my mouth and tongue. Her muscles tensed as her orgasm swept through her body. I kissed her. She licked my lips, tasting herself on my face. She whispered in my ear, "Fuck me like you fuck my brother." I placed some pillows under her ass, and stood between her legs. I rubbed some oil on my cock, and spread her legs wide. Again I pulled her panties to one side, and guided my cock between her legs. I rubbed it against her pussy, then slid it back further so it was pressing against her ass. I pushed gently into her. Mary's eyes closed briefly, then opened. "More," she said. I started fucking her ass, just as I had stood between her brother's legs that morning and fucked his ass. Mary's hand slipped between her legs, and she masturbated as I fucked her. I watched her face, seeing her excitement building again. My orgasm grew slowly, climbing step by step with each thrust of my cock. It built and built: at any moment with a few quicker thrusts I could have exploded in her. Instead my orgasm grew and grew for what seemed like minutes. At last I could do nothing to stop myself, and violent spasms of my cock shot my cum into her ass. I stood between Mary's legs watching her fingers in her pussy bring on her own orgasm. * * * * * We stood together in the shower for a long time, holding each other close. "The thought of you making love to Mark really excites me," she said. "Was it your idea?" I asked. "No. He saw us making love one time early in the summer and told me how much he'd like to make love with you." "But you suggested how he might make it happen?" "I suggested a number of things. But how it actually happened was his own idea. It sounded wonderful -- I'd love to have seen it." "Did it surprise you?" "No. I know how horny you are." She smiled and kissed me softly. "But, really? Tell me . . ." "No, it didn't. My body excites you, so why shouldn't his? He looks just like me except he has a cock" "Well, yes . . . But I had never thought of making love with a guy before that night he came into the room wearing your clothes. So I was surprised, even if you weren't." "And now? Are you still surprised by how you reacted?" "I don't know. I've had so many new thoughts the last few weeks. I guess I'm still getting used to them." Mary kissed me again. "What sort of thoughts?" she asked. "You know . . . About sex . . . About sex with men . . ." I said. She smiled at me. "Tell me more," she said. She stood behind me and ran her soapy hands over my ass. "Have you thought about someone slipping his hard cock in your ass?" she asked as she slid her finger into me. Had she asked me that before today I would have lied and said no. "Yes," I said. "Tell me what you think about," she said as she fucked my ass with her finger. "I sometimes imagine going trail running in the mountains near campus. It's a hot day, and I get to a lake. I take off my clothes except for the running shorts I'm wearing and go for a swim. I get out of the water and lie down on a grassy bank by the lake to dry off. The sun on my body feels so good, and I start to get horny. I slide my shorts down to my thighs so the sun is on my cock. I think, I shouldn't do this -- what if someone were to see me like this. But the thought that someone might see my hard cock excites me more, and I start touching myself." Mary pushed a second finger into my ass. I moaned softly. "Keep going," she said. "I lie there stroking my cock. My eyes are closed. I image someone standing nearby watching me. Then I sense a shadow passing over my body. I open my eyes and see a man standing over me, blocking the sun." "What does he look like?" "I can't make out details, because he's silhouetted against the sun. But he's tall, and muscular. He's completely naked." "Tell me about his cock," Mary said, her fingers fucking me harder. "It's big -- bigger than mine, and it's very hard. As I see him my hand freezes on my cock. He gently but firmly tells me, don't stop. I look up at him. His hand moves to his cock and starts stroking it slowly. I'm mesmerized by the sight of his hard cock and his balls moving as he strokes his cock. After a moment my hand starts stroking my cock again. He stands there for a long time, looking down at me. Then he asks, will you get on your knees? I hesitate for a moment, wondering how his big cock will feel inside me. But I know that I have to do this. I stand up and step out of my running shorts, then kneel on the grass. He kneels behind me, and his hands run over my ass and between my legs, rubbing my balls and grasping my cock." "How does it feel having his hand on your cock?" Mary asked. "It's so exciting. His hand is so big it envelops most of my cock and he holds it very firmly -- it feels as though every part of my cock is being touched at once. Then I feel his cock against my ass, rubbing against it. It feels so big, but now I'm ready to beg for him to fuck me. He starts to press it against my ass. I feel his cock open me up, very slowly, my ass expanding around his cock. Then, just when I wonder whether I can open wider for him, he's inside me, and I feel him thrusting against me. I close my eyes and imagine that I'm watching him fuck me -- watching his cock go in and out of my ass. I imagine other people arriving, watching me being fucked by his big cock. That thought makes me even more excited. His hand stays on my cock as he fucks me, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I can feel him thrusting harder and deeper in my ass and know he's about to cum. As he cums, his body clenches tight, and he squeezes my cock hard, and I shoot my cum over his hand." Mary's fingers thrust deep in me. Her other hand grasped my hard cock, and I came within seconds. * * * * * We got out of the shower and dried each other off. We lay entwined on the bed. At last I asked the question that had been forming in my mind all evening. "Where does this leave us?" Mary smiled her sweet smile at me. "In a few days you go back to college. You're going to be thousands of miles away." "You could visit," I said. "Perhaps," she said. "Only perhaps?" "Only perhaps. We don’t know what we'll be doing in a month's time or who we'll be doing it with." "Meaning what?" I asked. "I think you want to explore some of your fantasies some more. I have some that I want to explore." "The gym girl?" "Yes," she said. "I'll miss you," I said. "Me too." We lay there silently for a long time. * * * * * The phone rang. It was Mark, asking to speak to his sister. I gave the phone to her. She listened to her brother, a broad grin appearing on her face. She put the phone down. "Ok," she said to me, "we've got to go -- Mark's got a surprise for us." "What sort of surprise," I asked. "A surprise surprise," she said, kissing me. "Quick, get some pants on that cute ass." We drove to her parents' house. It was late, and they were already asleep. We let ourselves in quietly, and Mary led me to her brother's bedroom. His bedside light was on. He was in bed, under a thin sheet which showed the contours of his slim body. His hair and makeup matched his sisters'. She sat on the bed next to him and kissed him softly on the lips. I sat on the other side of the bed. Even though I had spent the morning caressing his naked body, I hesitated to kiss him with Mary sitting there. She detected my hesitation. "Oh, just kiss him!" she told me. I did, first gently, then deeper, my tongue searching out his. As I kissed him, Mary held her brother's hand in hers. I pulled the sheet back from his chest and my mouth lingered on his nipples. Then I pulled the sheet further back to see his cock straining against Mary's black panties. I slipped my hand into his panties to hold his cock, and smiled when I felt Mark's surprise. I pulled his panties down over his thighs to reveal his smooth cock and balls, the blonde hair that had been there in the morning shaven off. "Just like the gym girl," I said. My mouth went to his balls, to run my tongue across his smooth skin, then up the length of his cock. I took him in my mouth. Mary's hand slipped between her brother's legs and gently rubbed his balls as I sucked his cock. His cum shot into my mouth. I kissed him, passing some of his cum into his mouth. Then I kissed Mary. I said goodnight and left the house. I drove home though the empty streets. The storm had passed through and the town had a clean-swept feel to it. [To be continued.] August 2000 Ch. 06 The summer finished. I said goodbye to Mary and Mark and drove the long miles back to school alone. The happiness I had felt that summer disappeared as I drove away from town. At school it would soon be fall: at that altitude, fall -- and soon thereafter winter -- came early. I faced the prospect of cold and lonely months in a small college town, starved of the intimacy and excitement the summer had brought my way. I arrived at my new apartment and unpacked. I busied myself in the school routine. I attended all my classes, and studied harder than I needed to. I ran more than I had done before, spending hours on the trails in the hills above the campus. I felt the need to tire myself out through study and exercise, to leave myself little time or energy to think about what I had left behind. It worked, but only to a point. The first snow came in mid-October and the town seemed to shrink immediately. Standing at my window, seeing the clouds envelop the hills and the snow accumulate on the street, I wondered how I could endure the next few months. The answer came in the form of a neighbor, a girl I had met the previous year. We met up again when we both decided to brave a run in the falling snow. We ran together for a few miles, laughing as the snow fell harder. Leslie wasn't beautiful, but I was excited by her slim body and the powerful way she ran. When we returned to the street where we both lived, I asked her if she wanted to come in for a warm drink. When I closed the door of my apartment behind us, she fell into my arms. We urgently undressed each other, and stood under the hot shower exploring each other's bodies. We made love on my bed, loudly and passionately. My gloom lifted quickly. Leslie and I spent most of each day together. We would walk to classes together in the morning, then meet up for lunch. In the afternoon we would run together, or work out at the gym. And in the evening she would come to my apartment to study, and we would finish the day naked in each other's arms. I loved undressing her, and seeing her body -- her small breasts, and strong legs. She was without inhibitions in bed, and her loud moans and exclamations thrilled me. Mary and I stayed in touch by e-mail. I told her about Leslie, and she asked me to send her all the details: describe her body, describe what she does in bed, describe the sounds she makes when she cums. I told Mary everything. She in turn told me all about Elaine, the gym girl. Mary had returned to the gym each day in the hope of seeing her again. The next time they met, Mary said hello and introduced herself. Elaine remembered her. Mary asked Elaine if she would like to meet for a drink one evening. They went to a small bar on the edge of town, where after a couple of drinks Mary confessed that she had been thinking about Elaine since they first met. They became lovers that night. Mary told me how Elaine had taken her back to her apartment and told her to undress and touch herself while Elaine watched. Then, Elaine told Mary to undress her, her blouse first, and then her bra. Mary did as she was told, and sucked Elaine's nipples until they were hard and red. Then Elaine told Mary to undo her skirt and slide down her panties. Mary buried her face in Elaine's shaved pussy, licking and eating Elaine until she came. Only then did Elaine touch Mary. I read Mary's description of what Elaine's fingers and mouth did to her body over and again, each time stroking my cock until I came. I didn't hear from Mark. Mary mentioned in passing in one e-mail that he had a girlfriend. October passed, and soon it was Thanksgiving. Leslie suggested I spend the holiday at her parents' house. Mary had told me that she was going to spend the holiday in Florida with Elaine, so I accepted Leslie's invitation. We drove to her parents' house. We arrived late at night. Her parents' greeted me warmly. I liked them at once. There was no pretense of separate bedrooms. We excused ourselves quickly, blaming our tiredness on the long drive, and spent the next hour making love in Leslie's bedroom. In her own bedroom, her lovemaking was even more passionate and loud than it was in my apartment. I spent four happy days with Leslie and her family. She took me around town to various significant places: her high school, the trails where she used to run, the park where she lost her virginity (we made love there to celebrate the occasion). We fucked incessantly: in her bed, in my car, even in the changing room at a store where she was trying on some new pants. I drove back to school alone. Leslie was going to follow by bus a few days later. Driving back, one thought went through my mind: how I loved Leslie' company and loved her body, but, still . . . still, in my mind, there was something I was missing. My cock was hard the entire drive. I arrived back in my apartment late at night and turned on the computer. I headed for some internet sites I had not looked at since the summer. I sat in front of the computer in just my t-shirt, rubbing my cock as I clicked through picture after picture of guys with hard cocks. I went to a chat room I had visited before, and typed, "Horny college student, girlfriend out of town, looking for phone with mature guy." I got a message at once: "Married man, 40, slim and athletic." He attached a picture from shoulders down -- a runner's legs with a well-defined chest. I focused on his cock, and imagined how big it would be when it was hard. I replied: "Call me," and gave my phone number. The phone rang a moment later. His name was David. His voice was deep and soft. I told him I liked his legs, did he run? He did triathalons. I described my body for him; told him that I was sitting at the computer with my cock in my hand. David told me how he would like to be coming through the door, seeing me playing with my cock. We explored how it would play out: how he would first ask me to masturbate for him; how I would undress him and take his cock in my mouth; how he would lead me to the couch and kneel me down and fuck me. We synchronized our orgasms: the sound of his deep moans made me shoot my cum over my chest. "That was wonderful," I said. "Thank you." "My pleasure," he said, and we both laughed. "Want to do it again sometime?" he asked. "Yes," I said. "When does your girlfriend come back?" "After the weekend. Where's your wife?" "She's asleep. How about I e-mail you tomorrow night?" "Please do. Bye." "Bye," David said, and we hung up. I fell asleep imagining that I was in his arms, and that his hard cock was pressing against me. * * * * * I woke late the next morning and felt my dried cum on my chest. I replayed the phone call with David in my mind. I took some pictures of me stroking my cock to send him that night. Leslie called later in the morning. She was going to stay at home an extra couple of days so she could attend some family event. I wasn't upset, although I said I was. She couldn't speak for long because she had to be somewhere. I spent the rest of the day doing schoolwork. I wasn't very productive: every few minutes I would click on the picture David had sent me the night before and imagine his cock getting hard in my mouth, or call up pictures of other guys and other cocks. I e-mailed Mary to tell her about the previous night. I knew she was in Florida, so wasn't expecting a quick reply, but it excited me to describe my phone call with David. David e-mailed me about 10 o'clock, and asked if he could phone. I told him to call. We spoke for a couple of hours. I sent him the pictures I had taken earlier. He spent a long time telling me how he'd like to hold my cock, lick it and suck it, and rub it against his body. I lay on the bed, saying little, moaning softly as I touched myself as he made love to me in his deep soft voice. He asked to hear me cum, and I did, my orgasm crashing over me. Then David described how he wanted to fuck me. I listened to the excitement in his voice building as he described how he would place me on the bed, my legs spread, my ass raised so he could stand between my legs and watch my face as his cock slipped in me. My eyes were closed, imagining how he would take charge of my body, using it for his excitement. My cock was rigid again by the time his orgasm arrived, his cries of pleasure in my ear. He was so easy to speak to. We spoke about this and that. I told him about Leslie, about school, about what I planned to do when I graduated in the summer. He told me about his job -- he was a professor of engineering -- about his wife, about the town where he lived. I told him about Mark and Mary. The story excited him, as I hoped it would. He asked me to describe in detail the clothes Mark had worn for me. We both came again, this time together. He told me about his few experiences with other men; I told him some of my fantasies. I asked him to send me some more pictures. He agreed. We said goodnight, and I fell straight to sleep. The next day I got an e-mail from David telling me that he couldn't speak that night because he had to go a college function. But he attached two pictures. One was of him and his wife on a beach somewhere, his arms around her waist as they both smiled into the camera. His hair was blond, and he wore it fairly long. His face was handsome. I studied his lips, and imagined him kissing me as his hands explored my body. His wife was very pretty, also blond, wearing a small bikini over her petite body. The other picture was of David's cock, hard in his hand, with his cum over his stomach and chest. His e-mail asked, "What you imagined?" "That and more -- it's beautiful," I replied. "What do you think of my wife?" he wrote. "Almost as cute as you." "You're very sweet," he wrote. "Enjoy the pictures. I'll e-mail tomorrow. Have a nice night." "You too. Bye." * * * * * Leslie phoned later in the day. I knew from her voice that something was wrong. She told me that the day after I had left she had met her former fiancé at a party. I knew she had been engaged a couple of years ago, but they had broken it off. They had a good time together at the party, and one thing lead to another and he had asked her whether she thought they might get back together. I listened, knowing from her voice where this was going and not having anything to say. She wasn't sure getting back together was a good idea, but wanted to give it a try because she still had fond feelings for the guy. So she wanted to cool things with me while they explored whether they could work it out. There was a lengthy silence. "Sorry," Leslie said. "You know I like you a lot, don't you?" "Don't be sorry," I said. "You've got to do what will make you happy." "You're very sweet," she said. I smiled at hearing that for the second time that day. "Let's talk when I get back to school," she said. "Sure," I said. "Give me a call when you get here." I lay back on my bed, staring up at the ceiling. I savored the irony: Leslie had kissed me goodbye a few days ago only to fall into the arms of another man. I had kissed her goodbye also to fall into another man's arms. She had the advantage, I thought, for her man's arms were tight around her. I imagined David's arms around me, holding me as he was holding his wife in the picture he sent me. My appreciation of the irony was replaced by the realization that I could now spend my nights making love with David. I printed out the two pictures he had sent me, and put them on the bed next to me. I took off my pants and masturbated, my eyes fixed on the pictures, until my cum shot over them, spilling over David's cock and his wife's body. [To be continued.]