Romance

Laurel

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Cute Cuke Girl

There’s a cute girl that I pack groceries for and she is always buying condoms and cucumbers…

A New Day, The Other Me chapter 14

Too many delays, too many rewrites so I decided to keep it simple and honest. Enjoy my faithful if there are still any of you left. Also no erotic scenes this time, more focus on plot than anything else and wrapping things up.

A Chance Encounter Part IV

Chance Encounter Part IV
Later that Morning around 1030 AM
Marie rolled over, and cuddled against the warmth she felt, when she opened her eyes and saw Jer, She was a little startled. Then she remembered where she was and what they had done most of the night, and smiled. Getting up she went into the bathroom, locking the door behind her; she needed a little time to herself right now. Going over to the sink she brushed her hair, and after that brushed her teeth. When she was done she looked in the mirror and put her hand on her stomach. She really didn’t regret anything that happened last night, and if she was pregnant, she knew the baby would have two parents that would love and cherish it, more than anything in the world.
There was a knock on the door followed by, “Marie are you alright?”
“Yes, I’m great.” She walked over to the door and unlocked it. Looking into Jer’s eyes she added, “I just needed a few moments to myself.”
“Alright.” He said, sounding a little worried.
“Hey big guy don’t worry, I’m great. More than great really, but I’m really not quite sure what word I should use. I still don’t regret anything that happened last night.”
With a sigh of relief he nodded, wrapping his arms around her he brought her into a hug. “I know it’s soon and we don’t really know each other Marie, but I think I Love you.”
“I feel the same way about you Jer. Come on I’ll make breakfast.”About an hour later.
Simon woke up and went into the kitchenette to grab some of the food Marie had fixed, and about that time, Aélita came walked in with Theo. “Hey guys!” She said with a smile on her face.
“Hey.” Marie said. “Did you have a good time last night?”
“The best of course.”
Marie laughed. “You know normally I would call you a slut, but after the way I spent my night I can’t say anything.”
Aélita laughed. “Oh I bet.” Looking at Theo, she smiled. “Marie, can I talk to you privately for a moment?”
Looking worried Marie nodded, “Sure, let’s go into your room.”
Once the door shut behind them Aélita turned and faced her best friend in the entire world. “Theo asked me to go to Montana with him.” She blurted out not wanting to prolong it any longer. “And I said yes. Granted we were both very drunk when he asked me last night, but we both talked it over when we got up this morning, and we agreed that is something that we both really want.”
“Aélita what about the restaurant, who-” She paused when she saw the look on her best friends face and sighed. “I’m sorry Aélita, you’re right I am too serious. Of course you should go; I of all people know it isn’t like you to make impulse decisions like this. So Theo must be something special”
“I’m not sure but I think he and I may have the same thing that you and Jer have, but I need more time, to think about everything and to spend more time with him to see if it is.”
Marie nodded then walked over to her best friend and hugged her. “Good luck.”
Together, they walked back into the sitting room only to be met by Jer on the phone and Theo looking pissed.
“Yes sir, I understand sir, we’ll be there. Don’t worry. Okay Bye.”
“Jer, what’s going on?” Marie asked a worried look coming across her face.
“We’ve been ordered back to base.” Theo answered.
Jer looked at Marie. “We have to be back by the end of the week. So we’re leaving tomorrow.”
Marie didn’t say anything she just went into her room, shut the door, crawled into her bed and started to cry. She heard Jer come in but didn’t acknowledge him, even when he took her into his arms, and whispered sweet things into her ear. The only thing that she could really be thankful for was that the base wasn’t that far from where she lived and the restaurant was even closer.
“Marie, I am so sorry, Theo and I never imagined they would call us home from leave. I’m just glad that Theo was only here for the week and hadn’t been here the entire two months that we have been off. So he did get to see his mom. I want you to meet my family, come over for dinner tonight.”
Marie rolled over and looked at him. “Are you sure, I mean everything is happening so suddenly. We fell in love pretty much at first sight, and then we may be pregnant, now you want me to meet your family.”
“Yes, I do. You know something, if you hadn’t shown up when you did, Monday when Theo was going to be leaving for Montana I was going to be leaving to come find you. You just beat me to it. Marie, we’ll get through this no matter what life tries to throw at us. And yes you’re right, everything is happening really fast, but I believe it was fated. I love you and that’s what I know right here and right now. And when a day comes that we just want to be friends, we’ll work through everything and that’s all that matters.”
Marie laid her head on her shoulder and said. “You’re almost too good to be real.”
Jer laugher, “I could say the same about you.”Three Days later, Tuesday September 3, 2013
Marie unlocked the doors to the restaurant about 0600; since she had come home early she’d given her cook the day off, saying that she could use something to do today other than paperwork, and sitting in her sorrow. While she prepped the grill for the morning rush, she thought about this past weekend, when she’d met Jer’s family they seemed to really like her, they took her in and confided in her, and she to them. His mom had told her that she wasn’t sure how she felt about Jer jumping into a relationship so soon after meeting her, but she was seeing a little bit of her son back and she was okay with it because of that. At the sound of the screen door in the back slamming Marie turned and saw Aélita. They’d both been kind of depressed since they returned. They hadn’t heard from Jer or Theo since Monday night when they had said their goodbyes. Aélita was worried, because having grown up with her father in the military; no word usually meant bad news. But they were hoping that they were just being worked hard; however there was the fear that they were getting deployed again.
“Morning Hun, how’d you sleep?”
“Probably the same as you did.”
Marie sighed. She’d tossed and turned all night. By time she finally fell asleep it felt like her alarm was going off to get ready for the day. “Yeah.” Mixing together some batter for pancakes she shouted through the window at Aélita who was filling napkin holders, “Hey how about tonight we have a movie, wine, and junk food night.”
“That sounds good to me.” Aélita replied with a smile.
They got through the day, it help that the regulars always put them in good spirits. When it was time to close, Marie said good bye to the last customers of the day, a couple from Florida who said they were just driving until they found somewhere that interested them; she locked up and went into the kitchen to finish cleaning. After Aélita had finished mopping the front she came back and helped Marie. “So what are we going to watch?”
“No clue, lets hit Redbox on the way to my place, and we can stop at the grocery store to get all the junk food our hearts desire, and then the liquor store to get as much wine as we think we can consume. Oh and how about Chinese, that sounds amazing right about now.”
“Sounds great, I’ll let you finish up while I go pack a bag.”
An hour later Marie unlocked the door to her 3 bedroom condo, which she owned; setting down the bags of grocery they had gotten she turned on the light. They couldn’t decide between three movies, so they got all three. “Time to get into pajamas and let the party start.” She laughed, going into the kitchen and opening one of the bottles of wine. The good thing about her favorite liquor store, the always had chilled wine in stock.
With a smile Aélita went into the guest bedroom and changed, coming back out she looked at her best friend. “You’re the best, I love you.”
“I love you too.” She said handing Aélita a glass. “Now, I think I will actually go take a shower since I have grease smells all over me.”
Aélita nodded. “Okay, I’ll just watch TV until you get done.”
Going into her room Marie stripped herself of everything, walked into her bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water heat up. While she waited she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She’d changed a lot over the years, some for the good and some for the bad, but right now she loved who she was. Getting in the shower she made quick of washing her hair and body. She had a smile on her face until she got back into the living room and saw Aélita on the couch crying. Going over she sat next to her friend and pulled her into her arms. “What’s wrong Hun?”
“Theo just called… He didn’t have much time to talk. Him and Jer got deployed again, he couldn’t say where, only that they were at that present moment safe and unharmed. He said to tell you that Jer says he loves you.” Looking Marie straight in the eyes she added. “Before he hung up there was a huge explosion… I don’t know what to think.”
Marie wrapped her arms tighter Around Aélita, and started to cry also. And for the first time in a long time, she said a prayer asking god to keep Jer and Theo safe, and to return them safely home as soon as possible.About a month and a half later
Marie sat with her head over the toilet, in the employee bathroom at the back of the restaurant, retching, while Aélita held her hair. She felt miserable, had been for the last week but she didn’t want to go to the doctor. “Marie I really think that you should go to the doctor, you have been miserable all week. You can’t hold anything down. Not even water, you’re probably dehydrated also.”
“No, I’ll be fine.”
“Damn it Marie, that’s it. I’m worried about you and I will not take no for an answer. I’m taking you to the ER.”
“No!”
“Yes, Anh can take care of things while we are gone and I’m sure Simon wouldn’t mind coming in to help out.”
Marie shook her head. Then groaned cause the motion made her feel even worse. “Fine you win.”
Helping her up Aélita took Marie into the office and sat her down on the couch. Pulling out her cell phone she called Simon told him what was going on and of course he agreed to come right over. When she hung up she went and told Anh, who replied, “About Time.” Then she walked Marie out to her car and drove her to the nearest Hospital.
Once there a nurse came up to them, and asked what was the problem. “My Friend has been throwing up all week she can’t keep anything down not even water.”
Nodding the nurse handed Aélita some paperwork, unfortunately I need you to fill this out before we can see your friend, once you’re done though I will come back and get you. We’ll need a urine sample as well as some blood. Marie nodded that she understood and sat down on the cozy couch that was there. Thankful that Aélita knew everything about her and that she didn’t have to fill the paperwork out herself. About twenty or so minutes later, which felt like hours to Marie, Aélita finished and walked it back over to the nurse. “Alright, if you’ll come with me.” Turning the nurse walked over to a set of huge double doors scanned her badge and they opened. “Marie if you’ll go to the right I will be with you momentarily, Aélita is it, we’ll be putting her in room four so you can go there and wait.”
Nodding Aélita went to room four and sat down waiting. “It didn’t take long for Marie to come in with the nurse, whose name was Sally. “Alright, Ann will be in shortly to get you set up on an IV and to draw blood, are you feeling any pain anywhere?”
Marie shook her head. And laid back on the bed. Letting the nurses do their thing. When they were done she and Aélita sat there and watched TV for an hour, then the doctor came in. “Hello I’m Dr. Hamilton.” She shook Aélita’s hand and then Marie’s. “So, you don’t have the flu or anything.” She eyeballed Marie to see her reaction. “The good thing is, hopefully with the right medicine, we can simmer the nausea down to where you can eat.”
“Alright.” Aélita Said. “That’s good, however you still haven’t told us what is wrong.”
Dr. Hamilton nodded. “Yes I know I’m sorry. Marie, it looks like you’re pregnant.”
Marie just started at her, not believing what she was saying. Yes she knew there was a good chance she was pregnant, but she hadn’t been expecting to go through this without Jer by her side. She and Aélita hadn’t heard from him or Theo since the phone call a month and a half ago, so they still didn’t know whether or not they were alive. To the shock and confusion of the doctor she started to cry. Aélita jumped up and hugged her holding on and rubbing her back, whispering it would be okay.
“Thank you Doctor, if you wouldn’t mind I think my friend and I would like to be alone.”
“Of course, I’ll come back in about ten minutes there are a few things I would like to discuss.”
“Marie, everything is going to be alright. You will be alright also. Just hang in there, I will be here every step of the way, and so will Simon, I am sure of it.”
Marie just continued to sob, not knowing what else she could do at that moment. Thankfully she had calmed down by time the doctor came back.
“Are you better Marie?”
“I will be fine, I’m sorry for that.”
“It’s completely alright; I get it all the time.” She paused. “I wanted to discuss with you some things.”
“Alright.”
“First, do you plan on terminating the pregnancy.” She asked cautiously.
“Not a chance. I don’t know if you asked because it is routine or because of my crying jag I just had, but I will not terminate this pregnancy.”
“Alright then, second, do you have an OBGYN that you go to?”
“I had one about 3 years ago.”
“Alright, I would make an appointment with them as soon as possible. We can go ahead and do an ultra sound her if you would like, but I don’t specialize in that area so I highly recommend going to make sure everything is alright.”
“Okay.”
“And third, we want to keep you here over night due to you not being able to keep anything down for a week. If you want you can get a hold of that doctor and we don’t mind if they come and check up on you while you are here.”
“Thank you.”
“One more question, and this is completely a curiosity question, if you plan on keeping the baby, and in my opinion you seem very happy with the idea of being pregnant; why did you start crying.”
Marie sighed. “Because the baby’s father is in the military and currently deployed, I haven’t heard from him in a month and a half, and when his best friend who is deployed with him called to tell us what he could there was an explosion in the background as Aélita hung up the phone. I cried because I don’t know if the father of my baby is alive or dead.”
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Luck and Love: XII

Facing his father, Michael nearly fainted. He felt his vision start to go black and fought it. He lost for a moment, but he remembered to breath as his father patted the chair next to him. Mike walked forward slowly and took the chair, pale and shaking in the face of punishment.
“What… What are you going to do…? How did you find… Wha…?” Michael didn’t know which question he wanted to ask. He wanted so much to just run away, go after Candy and stay with her. But his father chuckled and he lost all those thoughts. His mind went blank as his father laughed at him.
“I’m not going to do anything, Mikey. She’s pretty cute, that one. Would take something… someone… serious to push that one out of your head. Did you use protection?” His father asked the question so nonchalantly that Michael just looked at him. His father began to repeat himself before Mike answered.
“Her parents had her young. She has a medical document that her parents gave her… something saying she was incapable of getting pregnant. They… snipped her tubes, she said.” His father nodded.
“It’s a good plan, for a kid born to young parents. Still, they’ve done well for themselves, I’ve heard. Candy is a bit spoiled, but on her game around the right people, and nice at her core. I’ve got to say…” Now his father turned from his coffee and newspaper to face Michael full on. “You are some kid. To have that girl here for three days straight and repeatedly have sex, then to turn her out of doors… it takes heartlessness, a cheating man, or an incredibly strong person to do that. Now why don’t you tell me what happened this weekend.” Mike looked at the table and then at his father. He tried to start a few times, but stopped. He didn’t know how to tell it all. He had to leave out Rose… had to.
“Friday… I had a study session with this girl in my class. That day at school, around lunch, that girl Candy (and this was after I had made plans to help the other girl) tried to do the same thing she’d done every day. Tried to slap me, cuss me out, make me feel awful, because I’m the class loner.” Mike’s father looked at the table at that. They both knew that it had been the incident. “ Long story short, I shoved her away from me and cussed her and her little group of friends out. I came home and took a nap. Around seven I woke up and Zoë, the girl I was supposed to study with, was ringing the doorbell. I invited her in and over the night… well we ended up in the same bed. But she had to eave Saturday morning and go on a trip until Tuesday, today. She told me… she told me that for the weekend I could sleep with other girls. I didn’t want that, didn’t expect to, but she was adamant about allowing it. I saw her off, spent that day in a daze after she left. I… don’t… know… what it… was about her…
Mike tried to explain what it was that made him miss Zoë. It was something, but he didn’t want to say love and look silly. His eyes were glued to the table. Then his father spoke up.
“It was love.” Mike looked at his father; the eyes full of sympathy and understanding instead of exasperation and disappointment as they usually were when they talked. Mike felt his eyes well up. “ I know how it is. I had someone like that in high school. It isn’t, usually what adult love is. Its different, due to the fact that you have to sneak around and don’t have the freedom you need fro real love… on top of the fact that your parents are telling you that you don’t know what love is, that you’re just too young and ignorant and stupid. It’s… it’s still there. You know that it’s love. Most young men, like you, who aren’t trying to be the popular guy in school or who aren’t trying to impress the girls or do any other number of things, would just say it. Why aren’t you saying it?” Mike thought about that. He looked at his father, the man who he had grown so… apart… from, here looking at him with that understanding he wanted. That he needed. And he knew why he didn’t want to say it.
“I’m afraid.” And his father looked at him. He just… stared. He didn’t say anything. Just looked at Michael. “I’m so afraid that it isn’t love. That I’m wrong, and I’ll screw up, or that I’ll find out there’s something better and it’ll be for another girl. But then, after Candy… I don’t think there is any other option for what it could be. I know that it could be love. But… I’m scared. I thought that none of this would happen for years. I dint think it would be this hard, and if I hadn’t been an ass it wouldn’t be. But now I’m the bad guy, because I stared something where I want to have both worlds and I’m going to be in pain either way I choose. But I also know that I have to choose Zoë, because I know that if I don’t I won’t ever know what this is. That’ll hurt worse than anything else.” He stopped talking and felt his throat close up. Michael knew this was exactly what he thought. What he was afraid of. But he had been trying to block it out.
“Michael… I didn’t expect that. I expected something that I’ve heard before, something that any other parent might expect… But then teenagers are not as shallow and stupid as we make you out to be. The stereotype is all wrong… Mikey, finish your story really quick. Please.”
“Sunday morning Candy came by and apologized for the way she’d treated me these past two years. She was almost crying, and it was hot out, so she came into the living room. She stood there, really awkward because I didn’t want her there. It was too easy, too easy for me to betray… she apologized and I apologized for the things I said. She wanted a hug… and then… I heard Zoë in my head, telling me, not asking me, but telling me, to sleep with other girls. That she wanted me all to herself when I got back. And I gave in. I don’t know what it was, but I remember the way Candy smelled… I can smell it so easily. I just gave in and I cheated on the girl that I think I’m in love with…”
“No.” Mike looked at his father with an expression of hurt. He had just finally come to terms and his father… said no? “You didn’t cheat. You had a moment of weakness in a time when you had a girl who was important to you. But… but from the way you make her out, and the way you feel about this Zoë, you didn’t cheat.” Mike looked at his dad, close to tears.
“But… I… promised…”
“Did you promise her you wouldn’t?” Mike shook his head. “Did she tell you to sleep with other girls?” a nod. “Did you love that girl who you just turned out.” Mike started to say something. “Yes or no? in any way, do you love Candy?” Mike nodded again. “And you turned her out for what you believe to be real love. And that was the only reason that girl left. From what I saw and heard, she knew as well as you do that you had given a much different part of your heart to those girls, a bigger piece to Zoë. Mikey, would that girl the Candy that you know, have given you up if she didn’t know you really loved someone else?” Mike shook his head and started to say something again. “Mike, you just did something that anyone, any man capable of really cheating on his girl, would never have done. You just did something powerful. Something that makes you strong. Now, feel bad about yourself for ‘cheating’, but I don’t think you did. I think you’re a great kid, and I think anytime you want to have someone stay over, you’re responsible enough to both del with the consequences of a mistake and deal with the courtesy that situation demands.”
Mike just looked at his father with that dumb, agonized look.
“You’re giving me permission to have girls here overnight? After I lied… and I…” Mike’s father looked at him with a very serious look.
“Mike, I knew that you wouldn’t have done that if the girls weren’t here, if it had been just you and I here. And I wouldn’t blame you if you would have. Three mornings, two nights… I don’t know how you turned that girl out. I wouldn’t have at your age. Jesus, I envy you Mike. You’ve earned the privilege of having girls over, after accusing yourself of cheating, turning out an incredibly hot woman for another one, and managing all of this under the pressure of hiding it from three people in the same house. Well two. I found out.” His father grinned at him. Mike still looked like he was in agony. His father felt pain at the look. He knew that Mike wanted to feel elated. Any other teen would have been. But Mike… Mike was thinking that he had cheated on a woman and that super ceded everything. He chuckled, got up out of his chair and put the coffee mug in the sink. He put his hand on Mike’s shoulder.
“I think you should skip school today. Go spend it with your girl. And if she wants to spend the night, I’ll talk to her parents or you can tell them something different. I certainly don’t want Dana hanging out with any guys overnight, and I can understand what they’d think. But then, they haven’t met you yet.” He chuckled again before walking to the downstairs hall and his bedroom.
“You’re welcome!”
Mike sat there for a minute before standing up. He went upstairs, leaving his backpack where it was on the couch and passing Dana like a wraith on stairs, ignoring what she yelled at him. He crawled into his bed and laid there, his thoughts too rapid to process. He grabbed his cell phone and shot Zoë a text, their first text, before turning over and going back to sleep.
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When Michael woke up, he groggily turned over and reached for his phone. When he didn’t find it, he lifted his head from the pillow and looking at the nightstand. Nothing. He shifted toward the edge of the bed, only to find nothing on the floor of his room. He rubbed his eyes and stretched before rolling onto his back. Then he felt someone sit on the edge of his bed. Before he could open his eyes, he felt someone cuddle up to his side. Hazelnut… peach… and green apple? He turned his head and found a beautiful face, dotted with a few freckles and framed by dark brown hair, a pair of luscious lips.
“Hey, princess… did you take my cell phone?” She bit her lip and nodded.
“I just got in town… And I made sure to turn off your phone. Just for a little while.” He grinned as she looked at him innocently.
“Well… that just doesn’t seem long enough.” She giggled as he turned to face her and grabbed her hip. They met in a kiss that was as lighthearted as they felt. In his daze Mike felt no sadness from his thoughts that morning. He just wanted to be with Zoë. The kiss gradually became heavier along with their breathing, their hands exploring on top of their clothes. Then Zoë pushed Michael off of her, leaving him with a look of sarcastic hurt. That look dropped off of his face when she slowly, painstakingly, unbuttoned the buttons on the light blue shirt she wore over the plain white tee underneath. Mike exhaled slowly as she slid it down off of her shoulders and let it fall. The nearly see through fabric of the shirt in a small pile around her feet seemed like an erotic part of a movie, when they wouldn’t show what was happening elsewhere, only zooming the camera slowly around that shirt and the pair of feet inside of it. But for Michael, that wasn’t the whole picture.
Zoë turned slowly around as she grabbed the hem of her undershirt and pulled it up over her head, agonizingly slow for a strip tease. Michael felt his throat get tight gain as she pulled the shirt up over her bra, leaving that clasp winking at him in the middle of her back. It was now a little more tanned than when he had last seen her, except a line of light skin that Mike could see underneath the light green lace of the bra. Mike didn’t realize how zoned out he was until he heard Zoë’s laughter and felt the shirt hit his face. He grinned and threw the shirt off of the bed, watching as she bent over, dropping the shorts she wore in the process, and came up slowly, looking at him as she lightly, lightly rubbed her legs on the way up. Her underwear was a matching set, blue lace that was very see through. Mike tried desperately not to gaze at her gorgeous ass and watched her, biting her lip as she touched her body so tantalizingly. When she stood up, her left hand was in between her hips, though Mike couldn’t see her fingers in between her legs, and her right was grazing the skin of her breasts. He grinned as he realized she was getting off on this. But still he couldn’t resist getting up off the bed and going to her, kissing her neck as his hands covered her own and pushing them into the fabric of her underwear, making her rub herself. She groaned at his touch. He could feel how wet she was through her fingers. He spun her around and grabbed her by the back of her neck, pulling her lips to his and sliding his hand into her panties, copping her ass with his hand before he touched the wet heat of her hidden lips.
“I missed you…” She whispered as he pulled off his t-shirt.
“You have no idea…” She smiled as he slid his unoccupied hand to the clasp of her bra and pull her back to him. Zoë can feel the hardon in his shorts, feels his hands on her skin, his lips against hers and when he finally pulls away to kiss at her neck again, she groans loudly. Loud enough to be heard outside the closed doors of his room. Zoë feels her orgasm approaching as his fingers probe at her vagina, barely even touching her. She starts panting as he bites at her neck, strokes her back. She wants him. Zoë wants him more than anyone else in the world. Standing there, in front of him with her most see through underwear, she thinks of his face as she danced for him. She feels her body tense up, hears herself moan as the waves of her orgasm crash on her. She shakes in his arms, under his touch, against his skin. Mike can feel the heat of her flesh; both her loins and her body are both burning up. He feels the same, but this time it is different. This time he longs for her in ways…
Mike unclasps her bra and holds her tight against him, holding the loose fabric against her breasts. The feeling is tantalizing, rough against his chest and Zoë groans as their movement pushes and rubs the fabric against her sensitive skin. She throws her head back and moans as he kisses her neck just under her chin, his fingers still rubbing at her sensitive lips and thighs and his hand stroking at the back of her neck and her back. When they kiss again they can think of nothing else but the pleasure they are bringing one another. Zoë pushes Mike back away from her and drops to her knees, frantically unbuttoning his jeans and pulling them down and off. Neither can stop, neither wants to stop. Zoë grabs his cock, licking his shaft and sucking the head into her mouth before sinking it into her throat. She needs this. She’s so hot; her body feels like it’s burning. Her pussy is dripping, she thinks. She doesn’t want him; she needs him.
Mike brushes her hair out of her face, holding it behind her head as she sucks him. He grabs her head and pushes her further onto his cock and she actually does gag a bit. She resists him, but he can’t stop. Zoë pulls off of him and looks at her lover with the devil in her eyes, stroking his cock fast and hard now. It felt good to have him force her. She takes him back into her mouth, her tongue sliding against the huge cock in her mouth. She feels his hands on the back of her head again and wills him to push. He pushes her and she feels his pubic hair in her nose. Still he pushes her. She coughs around his cock and pulls off, knowing that there’s saliva around her lips from her gagging. She stands up and he grabs her, snapping her head back as he kisses her and grabs her by the ass, picking her up and laying her on the bed. She knows her panties are still on, but she hold his face to hers, her fingernails digging into his scalp as his cock presses into her pussy. God she needs him. Mike pulls away from her lips for a moment, an inch between them, and reaches down to her panties, grabbing them and ripping them off of her. She cries out in pleasure at the sound of ripping lace. Then he’s inside of her, splitting her on his massive cock. She nearly screams as the muscles of her hole squeeze at him, try to pull him deeper inside of her. Mike can’t control himself. He hits her cervix on the first thrust and pushes harder and harder. He hears Zoë scream but she’s begging him to keep going. He feels the incredible heat of her sex, the tightness; it’s all too good. They both hear the sound of skin slapping against skin as he sucks her. They kiss to stop the other from yelling out, from screaming at the top of their lungs. Still they can’t hold it in. Mike picks Zoë up again, turning around and slamming her hard into the wall, fucking her hard as he gets closer and closer. Zoë can’t take it. The throb in her shoulders is only exciting her, making the frenzy worse. She feels Mike pull out and is about to scream for him to fuck her more, then she feels him push into her ass and she screams in agony and pleasure. Mike hears her but it’s distant, like she’s far away. Her nails gouge into his back as she pulls him closer, her legs are still wrapped around his waist as he fucks her sphincter. She screams, an ear-piercing scream of agony and bliss as she cums, one huge orgasm. He hears this, hears it full on in his ear, and he pulls out, ramming himself back into her pussy and forces another orgasm and another scream. He cums and shoots the biggest load of his life into her cervix and she passes out from the pleasure, still she’s cumming. Mike, with the last of his strength, walks to the bed and lays her down. He tries to pull away but she isn’t limp, still clawing at his back as she jerks in the throes of orgasm He sighs and falls asleep in her arms.

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Jakob & Jessie: The Next Generation-3

Chapter 1
Jamie and Jordan quickly settled into a routine—classes in the morning, lunch at the student union, then either home for sex before studying or stay at the university while Jordan had a lab. They both came to savor the times they spent together making love. They had always enjoyed each other—loved the way they made each other feel, in fact—but this was different. Both Jordan and Jamie had skated through high school. Yes, they had to study but there was no stress—no concern for grades. However, in college there was much more competition and, as both wanted superior grades, there was much more stress. They found early on that nothing dissolved stress better than hot sweaty sex resulting in a searing orgasm. So virtually every afternoon or evening they worked doubly hard to help get the other off big time. They wound up panting and dripping with sweat almost every day. As a result they changed their sheets often. They also showered several times each day—it was necessary to remove the encrusted cum and pussy juice which constantly coated their abdomens, legs, and in some cases faces, breasts, and even backs.
One Thursday afternoon found Jamie in a real funk. Jordan noticed she was really quiet, avoiding conversation, on the short drive home. “OK, Jamie,” he began, “what’s the problem?”
“I don’t want to talk about it.”
“If I remember correctly, that’s just about what I said a long time ago, and what did you say to me?” Jamie smiled, but only a little. “Well,” Jordan continued, ”what did you say to me? Come on.”
“I can’t help you if you don’t tell me.”
“Right, and don’t you think that goes just as much for you as it does for me? If we’re going to live together for the rest of our lives we have to confide in each other and have confidence in each other, don’t we?”
“You’re right,” Jamie admitted but she went no further. Jordan figured he’d wait her out. Eventually she would tell him, and, of course, she did. “I’m worried about our future here. If we are open about being in love with each other someone from our high school class is going to take it home with them and then Mom and Dad are sure to find out, and if we don’t I’m going to get a lot of unwanted attention from the boys here. We can’t win.”
“I wouldn’t worry too much about it. We knew we would face this when we came to school here and we’ll figure out some way to deal with it. Just be patient. You’ll see—it’ll work out.”
“God, I hope you’re right. But right now….”
“I know…me too.” Jordan rose and led her to the bedroom. He turned once there and bent to kiss her. “Let me take care of you today. I think you need something special.” He began to undress Jamie, very slowly letting her garments drop into a pile on the floor. He started with her blouse—one tantalizing button at a time, caressing her shoulders lovingly as he bared them, kissing her neck and running his lips and tongue over her skin as he did. Then he unclasped her bra, taking plenty of time to cup, rub, and massage each heavy globe with his hands. He kissed and licked all over each glorious mammary, ending at each nipple where he suckled gently. He moved down to Jamie’s stomach kissing his way and licking her navel, tickling her as he did. As he moved down he pulled Jamie’s skirt from her body. He was startled to find she was wearing no panties. Looking up, he queried his sister. “I knew you’d want to take care of me,” she said, so quietly she could barely be heard. “I wanted to make it a bit easier for you.” Jordan moved her to the bed, knowing that when he licked her cunt she would more than likely become weak legged and fall. Leading with his tongue he flicked at her clitoris eliciting a moan of pleasure. He lowered his head taking his time to kiss and suck her pussy. Jordan started at her puckered hole, repeatedly slurping up her labia removing every tasty droplet of her nectar only to see them replaced by more and more as Jamie was gushing pussy juice. Jordan drank so much it was hard to tell who was servicing whom. Jordan dipped two fingers into her cunt, rubbing her G-spot vigorously. Jamie almost complained when he withdrew them but he switched hands putting the wet ones into her ass and replacing them with two from his other hand. He alternated thrusts driving Jamie wild, screaming in her ecstasy. When she couldn’t stand any more he sucked her hard swollen clit into his mouth, nibbling as he did. Jamie shook wildly, thrashing around the bed; she was physically drained, her hair stringy from the sweat that enveloped her body. When Jordan rose to join her she threw her arms around him with what little energy she had remaining and kissed him with all the passion she possessed. “Thank you, Jordan…you have no idea…how much I needed that. I feel better already.” They snuggled together, kissing and caressing each other until it was time to prepare dinner. They studied all evening until it was time for bed.
Jordan had convinced Jamie that everything would work out fine; if only he had convinced himself he would feel better, but he would never let Jamie know of his misgivings.
Chapter 2
They spoke with their parents on the phone every week but got the impression something was amiss. They speculated what it might be. Could their parents be getting a divorce? No—that was ridiculous. Did someone tell them about Jamie’s and Jordan’s true relationship? That didn’t make sense either—their parents would come to campus instead of calling if they knew. They found the situation frustrating until about ten weeks into the semester when they got their customary Saturday phone call. “Jamie, Jordan, I have some important news for you,” their mother began. “Actually, there’s two pieces of news. First, you’re going to have a new brother or sister—I’m pregnant! And second, your dad is being promoted. We’ll have to move to Colorado where he’ll take over the regional office, so I don’t think we’ll be able to see you during the semester, but think how much fun Christmas will be—snow, sledding, and maybe even skiing.” Jamie and Jordan were shocked, but looking at each other they both realized that this was the answer to their prayers. Their parents would be two thousand miles away—far enough that they needn’t worry about being exposed. “Are you two still there?” Jessie continued.
“Yeah, Mom, we’re shocked but thrilled for both you and Dad. When are you moving and when are you having the baby?”
“Dad will move in two weeks and I’ll follow about a week later after I’ve supervised the movers. His company will have all our stuff packed and moved and unpacked again once we’re there. All we have to do is fly there and find a new house. The baby will come in about six months—just about when you’ll be coming home for Spring Break.”
“Oh, Mom, that’s great,” Jordan chimed in, “It’s wonderful for you and Dad.” They ended the conversation elated. They hugged and jumped up and down in their living room. Had anyone been near they would no doubt have thought them bewitched or insane—maybe even both.
The following Monday they walked onto campus like lovers, holding hands and holding each other close. When they separated Jamie grabbed Jordan by the head and kissed him on the lips, a long lingering and extremely hot kiss. A girl she knew from her French class asked incredulously, “Isn’t that your brother?” Jamie replied directly, “Yes it is, why?” The girl was so taken aback she didn’t know what to say so she just turned and walked away dumbfounded. The State University is a big place—really, really big with more than 27,000 students so as it turned out, Jamie and Jordan had no reason to be concerned. They rarely met someone they knew from High School and now that their parents were moving, who cared?
Jamie and Jordan did well on their mid-terms and even better on their final exams. Jordan finished the semester with a 4.0 grade point average and Jamie had a 3.6. Both had made Dean’s List. As they prepared to go home for the holidays it was obvious that Jamie was apprehensive. “What’s the problem, Jamie?” Jordan asked.
“I’m just concerned about how things are going to be at our new home. We’re so open with each other here. We’re going to have to be really careful at home now—what we say, how we act, how we react to each other. Plus, we’re going to a house we don’t even know. What are we going to do if our bedrooms are right next to Mom and Dad’s?”
“Simple,” Jordan replied. ”We’re going to have to wait until we return. By then we’ll both be so horny we’ll probably fuck each other silly on the plane, get arrested by the Feds, and spend the rest of our lives servicing our fellow inmates.” Jamie was not amused. “I don’t think I can go for a whole three weeks without you.”
“Don’t worry, we’ll find a way to get away. Maybe we’ll go skiing. We know Mom’s not going, not in her condition and Dad will be at work. If we go for a couple of days, we’ll be fine. We can learn to ski during the morning and fuck all afternoon and evening.” Jamie’s eyes brightened; her brother always had wonderful ideas. They finished packing and left for the airport. Their flight left at nine p.m.—they picked it deliberately thinking they would be able to play around with each other while the plane was dark and everyone else was sleeping. They had window and aisle seats. Jordan stood aside so Jamie could sit by the window, but she pushed him ahead of her. Jamie had plans for Jordan remembering how he had taken care of her when she was so down. This was her chance to really repay him, but he had to sit by the window for it to work. Jordan threw the flimsy airline blanket onto the floor but Jamie retrieved it. “You’re going to need this,” she told her brother. Jordan gave her a confused look but assumed Jamie knew what she was doing—she usually did. There was a beverage service about an hour into the flight and then the lights were dimmed. Jamie spread his blanket over Jordan’s lap. Jordan was aghast when he realized Jamie’s intent; Jamie smiled devilishly. Jordan could feel her agile hands open his belt and jeans. He felt rather than heard his zipper going down. Jamie took no time removing Jordan’s large cock from his boxers. She stroked it lovingly while she looked into Jordan’s eyes mouthing “I love you.” Jordan closed his eyes, blocking out all stimuli except the sensation of Jamie’s hand moving up and down his hard erection. Because he couldn’t see he was startled to feel her tongue sliding up and down his shaft and all around the head. He almost choked in response. When he looked down he could see the outline of Jamie’s head under the blanket; she was holding it still so it wasn’t so obvious that she was sucking him. He felt a condom as it was rolled down his erection followed by Jamie actively stroking him as her hands gripped him tightly. He shuddered as his orgasm came much sooner than usual probably due to his nervousness and fear of being caught. When he was done Jamie reappeared, secured some paper towels from her purse, removed the condom, and cleaned his deflating cock. She put the towel containing the condom and wrapper into her purse, intent on disposing it when the flight attendant collected trash near the end of the flight. Jordan was sated, but he wanted to reply in kind. He moved the blanket onto Jamie’s lap. When she looked startled Jordan merely smiled, whispering in her ear, “What’s good for the gander is good for the goose.”
“That’s not how it goes,” she teased him. In response, Jordan opened her slacks and inserted his hand under the lip of her panties. Jamie tensed as his hand brushed against her labia. He searched for and found her tunnel, inserting a finger repeatedly until she was soaking wet. He rubbed her hot juices all over her pussy concentrating on her clitoris. He rubbed her in small circles, feeling her button swell under his touch. Jamie arched her back and spread her legs, punctuating the movement with a loud gasp. Fortunately, it attracted no attention from the nearby passengers. She jammed her hand over her mouth to ensure her silence as Jordan rapidly brought her to a terrific climax. Jamie shook in her seat until Jordan relented and removed his hand, licking one of his fingers before offering the other to Jamie. She sucked every tangy drop lovingly before she refastened her slacks then leaned across the seat to give Jordan a hot wet kiss. She pulled the blanket up and fell asleep. Jordan closed his eyes but didn’t sleep, wondering what he was going to do about his impulsive sister. “Oh, well,” he thought, “that’s probably why I love her so much.”
Chapter 3
They retrieved their bags and stepped out into the lobby to find their father waiting for them, a smile on his face. He hugged and kissed Jamie, and hugged Jordan before they left for their car. Jordan noticed they had a new car, a Chrysler 300, and asked his dad about it. “Company car,” Jakob replied. “It comes with the job, even though I do less driving in this job than I did in the other one. You’ll like Denver. We live about twenty-five miles from the city center. You can drive in pretty easily or take the train. The station is only about ten minutes from our house.”
“Tell us about the house, Dad,” said Jordan, showing his normal inquisitive nature, although Jamie saw right through him. He wanted to know if they’d be able to fuck in the house or have to make other arrangements.
“It’s a big ranch, like our last house but it has a second floor…you know…an attic that was finished off with two bedrooms and a bath by the previous owner. That’s where we’ll put you two. You’ll both have some privacy there and, besides, I’m using one of the downstairs rooms for a home office and we’re getting the other prepared for your soon-to-arrive sister. Oops, I wasn’t supposed to tell you that. Your mother is going to be upset.”
“Don’t worry, Daddy,” Jamie told him. “We’ll act surprised, won’t we, Jordan?”
“Yeah, Dad, you can count on us.”
They drove around the city toward their house. Jamie and Jordan were amazed at all the snow. They had only seen snow twice in their lives, and even then it was only an inch or less. Now, here in Colorado, there seemed to be a foot or more in most places and it was only the second week in December. “What would happen by February?” they both thought. After almost an hour they pulled into the driveway. It was just as Jakob had described. It was an “L” shaped ranch with the main part of the house facing the street. Perpendicular was the two-car garage on the first floor and windows and dormers on the second indicating the presence of several rooms—their rooms. They would be well separated from their parents. Sitting in the back seat, Jamie looked at Jordan mouthing, “Yeah!” as she raised her hands for a small fist-pump. Jordan gave no response afraid his father would see and wonder what was going on. They sprang from the car, running up to the door. Jessie opened it just as they reached the steps. After hugs and kisses they retrieved their bags and were shown to their rooms. They were perfect-small, but with plenty of windows and skylights, the ceiling following the angles of the roof rising from approximately four feet of vertical wall. All of their furniture from their old house was here, exactly as it had been. Jamie and Jordan returned to the family room and asked for a tour of the house. The bedrooms were at the other end of the house; their rooms were closest to the kitchen and dining rooms. They would definitely fuck tonight—and almost every other night while they were here. Unseen by her parents, Jamie reached forward to stroke Jordan’s butt just to let him know what was coming. They retired shortly; even though it was only 10:30, their bodies were still on Eastern Time—two hours later.
They showered and met in Jordan’s room, still being careful that their mother not find any semen on her sheets. Jordan lay on his bed, his erection pointing skyward, inviting Jamie to mount him. She straddled his hips and grabbing his cock she rubbed it up and down her slit, moistening it (and herself) in the process, before rubbing her clit with his tip. Satisfied, she pushed it to the entrance of her tight tunnel, eagerly anticipating her daily fucking. “Don’t forget,” Jordan reminded her, “you need to be silent, no matter how hard it is. We’re not home in our cottage where we can scream to our heart’s content.” Jamie nodded her assent as she slid down his pole. Silently, she mouthed, “Oh, fuck, you’re so big tonight and so hard.” Jordan smiled back at her as he thrust deeply into her tight cunt. Jamie leaned forward resting her hands on Jordan’s chest as she slowly ground her clit into him. Jamie liked to take it slow sometimes, the better to savor the wonders of having her brother deep within her.
Gradually the heat built within her as she neared orgasm and as it did she increased the pace of her movements, grinding her clit forcefully into her brother. Jordan kept up with her, for his orgasm was echoing hers. Many couples never have simultaneous orgasms. Not so with Jamie and Jordan. Rarely were they more than a few seconds apart, so attuned were they to each other. Suddenly, Jamie arched her back and, had they been in their cottage she would have screamed at the top of her lungs. Instead she was silent, expressing her joy with her facial expressions. Jordan had held back for Jamie and now he too exploded, forcing his semen into her uterus with each dramatic thrust. Drained, they fell together, lying in each other’s arms for many minutes as Jamie’s pussy leaked cum. Jamie fell asleep and Jordan let her until he was no longer able to stay awake. Then he roused her and shooed her back to her room. Reluctantly, Jamie left; she was unaccustomed to sleeping alone and she didn’t like it. Regretfully, she had no choice. She slipped across the hall totally naked, unaware of the eyes that observed her from the bottom of the stairs.
Chapter 4
When they awoke the following morning they found that it had snowed overnight leaving almost five inches of white powder over the lawn, sidewalk, and driveway. During breakfast Jordan skimmed the manual for Jakob’s new snow blower. Certain he knew how to run it he headed to the garage. “Hold it,” Jessie yelled. “I planned to give these to you for Christmas but I think you’re going to need them now.” She held out down ski jackets for Jordan and Jamie. Jordan took his thanking his mother and left to tackle the job ahead of him. Once he was gone Jessie sat at the table with Jamie. “How’s Jordan?” she asked.
“Why didn’t you ask him when he was in here, Mom?” Jamie replied.
“That’s not what I meant. I wanted to know from you, how was Jordan last night?” Jamie reddened, both embarrassed and upset that her mother apparently knew their secret. “How…?”
“That’s easy Dear, I’ve known about you two for years. I know you were careful, but when you do the laundry you find out a lot about what is going on. Semen on your underwear and nighties was a dead giveaway. It obviously wasn’t any of those boys you dated. I assume you’ve continued to be intimate at school. Isn’t that why you wanted to go to college together?”
“Partly,” Jamie told her mom. “The sex is a big part of it but our relationship is much more than that. We love each other. No…what I really mean is that we are IN LOVE with each other and we have been since before we became lovers way back in Middle School. We want to be together forever.”
“How are you going to do that? You can’t get married. And what about children? Don’t you want a family?”
“Yes, I do, but given the choice between a family and Jordan I’m choosing Jordan every time. I’m sure Jordan will figure it all out. He always does. Uhh…you don’t seem too upset, Mom.”
“What am I going to do? You’re almost adults now and you should be able to make your own decisions, even if I disagree with them. If I forbade you to continue with Jordan what would you do?”
“I couldn’t live without Jordan, Mom. Giving him up would kill me and I know Jordan feels the same way. Does Dad know?”
“No, I haven’t found the way to tell him yet, and I don’t know if I ever could. He’s very traditional, you know.”
“Well, please don’t tell him. Jordan and I will when we’re ready—during our last year at school.”
“You know, Jamie, you never did answer my question—how is Jordan?”
“Oh, Mom, he’s incredible–everything a woman could hope for in a lover…or a husband. He is the most considerate…patient…loving…tender…he is just wonderful, not to mention the smartest person I’ve ever met. Of all the times we’ve made love he has never once put himself ahead of me and I always try to do the same for him.”
“May I ask how many times you’ve…been intimate?”
“I don’t know the exact number, but well over a thousand I would think– we’ve been doing it every day since I was in eighth grade and Jordan was in sixth—sometimes more than once a day, well, usually more than once a day. We love doing it. We can’t get enough of each other and we know we’re always there for each other. Jordan picks me up and I try to do the same for him, although it seems he does it for me much more often than the other way around.”
“Well, I hope it works out for you. I really do.”
Chapter 5
That night when Jamie slipped into Jordan’s room she sat on the bed hunched over and looking down rather than jump into it with him. “What’s up, Jamie?”
“Mom knows.”
“You mean about us?”
“Yes, we had a long talk after breakfast when you went out to clear the snow. She asked me how you were last night?”
“What did you tell her?”
“That you were fantastic, as always. She’s known about us for years but she hasn’t told Dad. I don’t think she knows how.”
“So, what do we do?”
“I don’t think we have to do anything. She understands we have to make our own decisions even if she disagrees with them.”
“Well, if that’s the case let’s go to your bed. I hate using this tiny bed.” He led Jamie across the hall. This time nobody was watching. More than anything else they wanted to hold each other. They loved feeling each other’s skin, but holding each other always ramped up their internal heat and desire. Soon they were groping each other—Jordan rubbing her breasts and fingering her pussy; Jamie rubbing his balls and gently stroking his growing erection—and kissing with great passion . He started flaccid but as soon as he touched Jamie’s soft luxurious skin his cock couldn’t help but grow, and grow quickly it did. Rarely had Jordan experienced such an erection—long, thick, and hard as oak. Jamie grinned in her appreciation of the pleasure she was sure to derive from it. Jamie leaned down to service him with her mouth but Jordan pulled her legs over his head so he could return the favor. Jamie swallowed him in a single gulp, using her tongue to press on his shaft as she did. Jordan sucked her pussy into his mouth before tongue fucking her with gusto. In only a few seconds they were going at it with abandon.
They almost forgot their surroundings until Jamie Jumped up holding her finger in front of her mouth in the well known signal for silence. Jordan grabbed her by the waist, twisting her body onto the bed. He lifted her legs driving his cock deep into her hot tight cunt. Jamie loved fucking this way—Jordan always hit her G-spot with every massive thrust of his magnificent cock. Using her vaginal muscles she squeezed Jordan’s cock, hoping to increase his pleasure. They rocked together faster and faster and faster; they both tensed as their orgasms struck. Jordan was the first to move, thrusting what seemed like quarts of sticky white cum into his sister. As usual they fell together, holding each other, kissing, and professing their undying love for each other. This time they fell asleep together knowing that their father would be off to work long before they were expected to rise in the morning.
Jessie had breakfast ready for them when they went downstairs in the morning. Sitting with them she asked Jordan, “Well, Jordan, did you do it again last night?”
“Mom, we do it every night,” Jordan replied, “We love each other. Didn’t Jamie tell you?”
“Yes, she did, but I wanted to hear it from you. Are you sure this is what you want in life?”
“Yes, Mom, I’ve loved Jamie forever and I’ve wanted to be with her forever. There is nobody who could compare to her. She’s beautiful, smart, loving, understanding and just about every other fantastic attribute rolled into one wonderful person.” Jamie leaned across the table to kiss Jordan. It seemed strange to kiss him in front of their mother, but she didn’t care. All she lived for was Jordan. When she broke the kiss she spoke to Jessie, “Mom, I’ve been thinking–Mandy says she is just like her mother, but she’s really, really wild. I don’t think there’s anything she won’t do. But you always seem so straight and conservative. I have trouble seeing you in that kind of relationship.” When Jessie stopped laughing she had to wipe the tears from her eyes. “Jamie… Jordan… I haven’t always been like this—it’s the price of being a responsible parent. I think it’s time I told you how I captured your father. Your dad wasn’t very popular in high school. He lived on Grandpa’s farm and he just didn’t have much in common with the other students. But my mother told me something about men—still waters run deep—and the only person I could think of who fit that description was your father. We were on our senior trip when I decided to act. I got on the bus late knowing that nobody would sit with him. We were only on the bus about a half hour when I saw he had a huge erection, I think from sneaking some looks at my body. When I pointed it out to him he blushed so much—it was really cute. I came up with some lame excuse to jerk him off and I swallowed all his….”
“In the bus?” Jamie exclaimed.
“Yes, in the bus. Your father was mortified and later I borrowed his jacket, put it over my lap and removed my shorts and panties. Then I had him masturbate me.”
“Mom!” It was Jordan this time. “Yes, I know it was brazen and slutty but I had to get his attention. We were both virgins, if you can believe that! I explained why I did it. I rarely dated because all boys wanted to do was grab my boobs. I wanted something more. When we got to the hotel in Orlando Jakob carried my bag to my room and then he was going to leave but I made him stop, come back and fuck me. I know how you two feel—it was fantastic. By the time we went home we were engaged.”
“Mom, four days and you got engaged?”
“You have to realize that we knew each other for twelve years—all through school. Jakob was too shy to ask me out so I had to take the first step. When we went to State I met Sandy at the Freshman Mixer and we had a lot of fun together. Yes, she did have her first anal through your father, but after a few months she found some sophomore to take care of her. Mandy will do the same if she hasn’t already.”
Jamie cleared her throat. “I’m not so sure of that Mom. She must have had a dozen lovers but she keeps coming back to Jordan, says all the others can’t compare, and all she ever wants is anal. I think I created a monster.” They all laughed.
Chapter 6
Jessie suggested they go skiing. “It’ll be good for you to be alone again for a few days. Now that we’ve spoken about your relationship I can understand what you see in each other. I still don’t know that I approve but I’m more accepting.”
Jordan and Jamie hugged their mother. “Thanks, Mom, you can’t know what a relief it is not to have to sneak around and worry about our secret,” Jordan told her. “Don’t worry about us. I’m sure it will work out. I’m thinking of a solution.”
“What, Jordan?” Jamie wanted to know.
“I’m not sure yet so let’s just wait until I know it will work. Then I’ll tell you all about it, OK?”
Jessie made arrangements for them to visit a nearby ski resort, booking them a single room with two double beds, just in case Jakob asked her about the sleeping arrangements. She didn’t want to lie to her husband. They left on a Tuesday and drove for three hours, arriving just after noon. They were shown to their room on the second floor of the lodge which was modeled after a Swiss chalet. The walls were all paneled in real pine and they had a fireplace and a balcony that looked over the valley. It was a beautiful view for them, unaccustomed as they were with snow. They rented skis and boots along with goggles and gloves. All they needed now were some lessons so they didn’t kill themselves. They joined a beginner’s class, feeling out of place with the eight to ten year olds who seemed to predominate but they picked up the rudiments like turning and snowplowing to stop. After an hour they were able to try out the “bunny hill.” The slope was gradual and there were few turns and even those were easy to negotiate. They laughed all the way down—twice—before Jamie challenged Jordan to a race. “What are the stakes, Jamie?” Jordan asked.
“How about loser has to be sex slave for the winner tonight?”
“You’re on,” Jordan laughingly answered, “I almost hope I lose, but I’m not going to.”
“Oh, yeah?” yelled Jamie as she pushed off, getting an unfair head start on Jordan. Frantically, she raced down the mountain turning occasionally to check on Jordan behind her. One of those turns proved to be her downfall as her skis crossed and she fell only 100 meters from the finish line. Jordan slowed but didn’t stop as he passed her. “I’m already thinking of ways to use you. Ha ha ha!” He finished just as Jamie, unfamiliar with the process of getting back to her feet with long skis on her feet, finally managed to stand. It was hard to determine who was smiling more when they reunited and turned in their skis for the night.
They returned to their room, stripped each other of their warm clothes and drew a hot bath in the oversized Jacuzzi in their bathroom. Jordan sat first and Jamie lowered herself just in front of him, her back leaning against his chest. She brought his hands around her body, resting them on her firm smooth breasts. As he massaged her Jamie asked, “What are you thinking about, Jordan—you know, about our future? Can’t you tell me?”
“I’m not sure yet how to work it out but suppose we got married.”
“But, how—we’re brother and sister.”
‘Yeah, I know that and you know that but strangers wouldn’t, especially if a state will permit cousins to marry. How’d you like to become my cousin?”
“What do we have to do, Jordan? I’ll do anything.”
“I think it’ll work if you change the address on your license. With different addresses you could easily be my cousin. It would be difficult, if not impossible, with the same address as me. You can use our electric bill at the cottage as proof of residency; it’s in your name. I already checked that out online. As cousins it’ll be a cinch to get married. We can’t do it in our state—it’s illegal– so we’ll have to go to another—one that allows cousins to marry.”
But…do any states allow that?
More than you would believe—Virginia, Maryland, South Carolina, Tennessee, Georgia, for example in our area alone. In most states you don’t even have to be a resident. You just have to meet age requirements, have ID, like a driver’s license or, maybe Social Security. We won’t have any trouble going to another state, getting our license and even getting married.”
Jamie jumped up, splashing water all over the floor, turned around and threw her arms around Jordan’s neck, kissing him madly. “Oh Jordan, you are such a genius. Imagine—us married! Uhh…you know you haven’t even asked me yet. Maybe I’ll say no.”
“You do and I’ll never fuck you again. Maybe I’ll take up with Mandy Nichols.” They laughed hysterically but stopped suddenly when they gazed into each other’s eyes. “I love you,” Jamie told him.
“I know,” Jordan replied, not yet ready to stop laughing.
“Master,” Jamie interrupted, suddenly serious. “I’m ready to serve you. May I suck your beautiful cock?”
“Slave, perhaps I should mention that it’s underwater at the moment.”
“Master, you don’t think that will stop me, do you?” She held her breath as she went down on him, bobbing her head up and down in the hot water. Jordan enjoyed it immensely–Jamie’s mouth was even hotter than the water–but he worried about Jamie so he stopped her after about a minute. “I’d rather have you sit on my cock.”
“Do you wish for my vagina or for my anus, Master?” Ultimately, he left it up to Jamie so she decided on both. She mounted him in reverse cowgirl so she could fuck him while he fingered and loosened her ass. She rocked slowly so as not to spill the water all over the floor, besides she didn’t want him to cum until he was in her ass. “Once we’re married do you think we’ll be able to have children?”
“I don’t know, Jamie. I’m going to have to study that a while. I’ll bet we can find some experts at the Med School to advise us. Did you have to ask this just now?” Jordan groaned his satisfaction with what Jamie was doing to him and for him. “Jamie, can we get out of here and into the bed so I can fuck you properly?”
“You’re the Master. Let’s go.” She stood up, the suction of her cunt lifting Jordan several inches before he popped out of her. They dried each other carefully and donned thick soft robes provided by the lodge. Jordan carried her to the beds. “Which is yours and which is mine?” Jamie laughed. “Whichever is yours is going to be mine, too.” She turned his head with her free hand kissing him tenderly, her tongue teasing his. When he placed her onto the bed she pulled him over her, almost rolling them off. She reached into his robe, finding his still rock hard cock with her hand. She stroked him gently making him harder and hotter. She pushed him onto his back before straddling his cock. Just before lowering herself she reached to the nightstand for a tube of lube. Spreading it all over the huge erection she lowered herself to force him into her forbidden hole. Her ass was tight; what ass isn’t? But her patience and the constant pressure eventually forced him into her. They both sighed with relief at completing the most difficult part of the task. Now they were free to enjoy each other. Jamie rocked forward and back as her sphincter squeezed Jordan’s cock. Meanwhile the nerve endings in her butt were working Jamie to what she knew would be some fantastic orgasm once Jordan touched her clit. “Oh, Master, I need to cum so badly. Please help me,” Jamie begged. Jordan responded by reaching between her legs with both hands. He stuck two fingers into her wet hot cunt, pumping her furiously while, with the other hand, he rubbed tiny circles over her swollen hard clit. Only seconds after touching that magic button Jamie experienced spasms racing through her body. Her orgasm was like a series of electric shocks jolting her non-stop. She was about thirty seconds into it when Jordan thrust upward hard and fast forcing rivers and rivers of cum into her bowel. Jamie fell onto Jordan’s chest, his cock still trapped in her ass. He held her there until he softened and popped out of her; the gape remaining allowed most of his semen to leak out of her, completely soaking the bed. Fortunately, they still had the other bed for sleeping.
Chapter 7
They returned to school with their secret intact and with a plan to be with each other forever. Jordan promised to research both their problems and he always kept his promises. He had the plan for them to marry intact by the end of the semester. The other would have to wait until they were seniors. Their school years passed quickly—too quickly—to their parents, but not quickly enough for them. Jessie had her baby girl—Jenna. They were able to spend time with her during the summers and other school breaks but the age difference and that they attended college two thousand miles away meant that they hardly knew their baby sister.
Early in their senior year Jordan took a trip to the Medical School, seeking advice from one of the nation’s leading geneticists, Dr. Erwin Adler. Jordan asked about the chances that two relatives would have a normal child. “You mean first cousins?” the doctor asked.
“No, closer than that—siblings.”
“Is this you and your sibling we’re talking about?”
Jordan explained and then listened to a lecture on genetics and genomes and probability. Then he made an appointment for Jamie and himself to be tested. The following Wednesday afternoon, when they had no classes, Jamie was expecting some hot sex but Jordan turned away from their cottage. He explained where they were going and why. They each left a vial of blood and went home to enjoy themselves. Two weeks later they returned to meet with Dr. Adler. Jamie was surprised that he was so accepting of their relationship; he told them it was not his place to judge people. He also told them that their genomes—their genetic make-ups were sufficiently different that there was little chance a child of theirs would have a mental or physical problem– only a 1 in 2000 chance. The chance of two random people would be only slightly lower. “You see,” he told them, “there are twenty-three chromosomes plus one of the sex chromosomes—the X or Y—in human gametes. Oh, excuse me, the sperm or the egg. That means there are almost 8.4 million combinations when gametes join to form an embryo, and that’s just for the chromosomes. Each chromosome may have a hundred or more genes which give literally billions of possible combinations. Neither of you carries any genes known to cause birth defects. Had you been the children of an incestuous relationship there might be a significant problem but that isn’t the case. So, I wish you well.” Jamie and Jordan were shocked—they could have children! They left to make their plans—right after celebratory sex. Jamie went off the pill that very day.
They took off the entire Thanksgiving week, missing two days of classes. They traveled all day Sunday, stopping just outside Richmond, Virginia. Early Monday morning they walked into the local Town Hall and applied for a marriage license. They answered a few simple questions, showing their driver’s licenses for identification. Ten minutes later they had their license. All they had to do now was wait for the Magistrate to marry them. They continued to fuck every day but now Jamie wanted Missionary exclusively, holding her legs in the air for fifteen minutes after every coupling so as not to spill even a drop of Jordan’s precious baby making cream.
In mid-December Jordan graduated magna cum laude with a degree in Computer Engineering, intending to start graduate school in the spring semester. His parents and Jenna came from Denver for the ceremony, extremely proud of their son, and their daughter, too. Jordan also accepted a position with a leading software development company with a starting salary that would enable him and Jamie to live extremely comfortably. He was the subject of a bidding war with several Fortune 500 companies bidding furiously for his services. Things only got better when Jamie told Jordan that she was pregnant. All they had to do now was tell their father.
Before they all returned home for the Christmas holiday Jordan decided to break the news. They were in their parents’ hotel suite. Just after putting Jenna to bed Jordan told his parents he had something to tell them. He and Jamie sat together closely on the couch. “Dad…Mom, we need to speak with you and it’s really important. You raised us to love and respect each other and you did a really good job. Jamie and I do love each other. In fact, we are in love with each other. We have been for years and we intend to spend our lives together. We were recently married. We had to lie a little on the license application, pretending to be first cousins, but we are legally married. We know it’s not quote-unquote normal or right, but it is both normal and right for us. We know you have the option of accepting or rejecting us, but either way we will be together. I know I speak for both of us when I say we hope it’s acceptance because we’re still the same people we were only minutes ago. And…we’d like you to know your grandchild and we’d like him or her to know you.”
Jakob and Jessie sat there silent and thinking for several minutes. It was something Jakob had learned from his father. Eventually, he spoke, “Aren’t you taking a terrible chance having a child? Suppose….”
While he hesitated Jordan interrupted, “Dad, we had the same concerns. That’s why we had genetic testing and counseling. They have a great genetics department at the medical school. We met with the head of the department and he assured us the chances of having a ‘problem’ child are only minimally greater than two random people. Jamie went off the pill before we were married and became pregnant right away.”
“When are you due, Jamie?” asked her mother anxiously.
“In August, Mom, about three months after graduation.”
“Well, Jordan, you’ve given your mother and me a great deal to think about. This comes as quite a shock to us and right now I don’t know which way we’ll decide. If you’ll excuse us I think we want to retire now.”
“We understand,” said Jordan and Jamie almost simultaneously. They kissed their parents and left. When they were alone, Jakob asked Jessie if she wanted a drink. “I don’t know about you but I could really use one. Do you remember my asking you about their relationship some years ago?“ He went to make the drinks as Jessie replied, “Yes, I do remember that and if I remember correctly it was during some sensational sex. I have to tell you I’ve had suspicions over the past few years, finding semen on Jamie’s underwear, but I couldn’t prove anything so what could I do? You’re not thinking of throwing them out? I don’t know how I could live without them.”
“Of course not, but I’m willing to make them sweat a bit. Now, what do you say—ready for some fun, Grandma?”
“I’m always ready for you, Grandpa. God, it’s going to take me awhile to get used to being a grandmother.”
Jakob led her by the hand to the bedroom. “Yeah—about thirty seconds,” he laughed just before engaging her in a torrid kiss, a sure prelude to some searing sex.

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Stephanie Twist

I’ve written a several books, and I just thought I’d post a few sample chapters on here just to see what kind of response they get. Comments are welcome, but my computer is a dinosaur without spellcheck, so give me a bit of a break there. I hope you enjoy.

The Ten of Them. Chapter 28 part 3

We resume with a final portion of chapter 28.
Chapter 28 part three. Written by hard93.
My mind screens, (WHAT?)
Kathryn is laughing aloud now, Joan asked, “What is so funny, I swear you two have been acting weird all night.”
Kathryn still breathing hard from her laughter says, “I may show you in a couple years. However, for now it is going to stay between JJ and me.”
Chuckling in my head I think, (I do not think so. It is just an explanation of how the rumor could work.)
Kathryn flashes me a devilish smile as Joan gets out of the car shaking her head, from Kathryn’s mind I hear, (I think you like the idea, and I know it got me wet.)
We wish Joan good night just before we let her drive away first. On our way home, I tell Kathryn, “We have to be careful about what we think. I mean just look at what I was thinking, if we was to impregnate Joan, what the rest of the family would assume. They would never be able to picture it happening that way.”
Kathryn says, “It is just a fantasy, not something that we really have to do.”
I think that is the first time that Kathryn and I shared a fantasy, even though it was from my imagination. I am just glad Kathryn knows I really do not fantasize about anyone else but her. I mean she is the love of my life, and I would never do anything to betray that.
Kathryn with another devilish grin reaches over catches my hand as it rests on the consul. My mind is full of images that Kathryn is fantasizing. My body reacts immediately, it is hard to drive with my dick that damn hard. I am tempted to pull off the road even though we are only few more minutes from pulling into my garage.
Kathryn’s fantasy begins with her given me a blowjob, and then her guiding my rock-hard member into Joan. I am fucking Joan and she repeatedly has orgasm after orgasm. Once my balls tighten and I explode. Kathryn rolls me off Joan to dive in and lick her leaking pussy. While Kathryn is licking away, I moved behind her to push my cum covered cock into Kathryn. I orgasm, as the two of my lovers orgasm, we lay separately on the bed until Joan begins to lick Kathryn’s leaking pussy, and I get behind Joan to begin the process anew.
As I am covering the remaining distance back to our home, my mind is awash with emotions. I have looked at Joan as a sister for a number of years now, although she is very attractive I never imagined her as a sexual partner. Kathryn’s fantasy has me thrilled and offended at the same instant. I am actually a little hurt that my wife would think I would so easily brushed aside my promises. That is exactly what a marriage vow is, a solemn promise. Kathryn’s hand setting on mine, she is looking at my face as I drive. I cannot help but feel the concern now building in her.
Kathryn says, “My Husband, my Love I was just doing what you did. I am sure that is what our family will think if Joan becomes pregnant with your child.”
Still some distance from our home I slow down and stopped, and then look into my wife’s face. I can feel the annoyance in her at the delay but it is something I need to say, “My Love, I do not need to be with anyone else but you. I do not know why we had the gifts that we have now. I never want to do without them. They give me an advantage over every other man. I will confess, your fantasy is arousing, but at the same time disturbing. The problem is I might be able to accept you and Joan are another female with me. However, when I picture you with another man those images in my mind are very painful. I could not allow myself, or us to be with another woman, when I could not allow you to be with another man. The other problem I see is that no matter how I tried to work it through someone always will get jealous. Which will lead to hurt feelings, and it will never end well.”
For a moment, Kathryn is a fourteen-year-old girl she sticks her tongue out at me playfully. With a giggle she says, “I am sorry I ever thought of it. It does have you rock hard.”
Not wanting to say it aloud, as I begin driving home again, chuckling mentally, I think to Kathryn (that is because your fantasy had you licking another woman. I think every man is excited by that, it is just universal for men, as if ingrained in our DNA. Besides that, I was getting to make love to you while you were doing it.)
Mentally Kathryn responds, (Oh, is that all? Blame that on your DNA. If I did not want to be with another man sexually, could we try being with another woman?)
There some things you can do mentally that you could never do with the spoken word adequately. I used Kathryn’s fantasy as a reference. I start with Joan on the bed and Kathryn guiding my hard cock to her wet slit. Halfway to it my cock softens in Kathryn’s hand. I replaced Joan with MC, then her sisters, her mother, and my mother always the same results ending up with me apologizing. I then place Kathryn on the bed, a man began fucking her, allowed Kathryn to fill my distress at the image. Finally I communicate (you see I just cannot deal with giving you the right to be with someone else. Besides that, every woman that I pictured I love as a member of my family.)
Kathryn smiles, blushing she says, “I get it now. You are just going to try to fuck me to death.” Giggling at my shocked face she says, “I know, your mine and mine alone, and you will never want to be with another woman.”
I barely stop in time to miss the bike left in the driveway. I am looking at Kathryn as she begins to rub her breast, I warn, “You are going to get those things leaking and there is no baby to nurse tonight.”
Opening the SUV door Kathryn giggled and says, “I know I am going to get them leaking, but tonight it is not the baby I will be feeding.”
Were only a few feet short of putting the SUV away for the night, but I am in a very big hurry to help my horny wife. Not wanting to take the time, I follow my wife into the house locking the SUV with the remote.
Once through the front door there is a trail of clothing leading away from the doorway. They lead downstairs and I follow picking them up as I remove my own. In the home theater, Kathryn is now completely nude me finding her prom dress in the doorway. My last piece of clothing joins hers in one of the seats. Kathryn is in the front row begging me to come forward. She pushes me into a chair and straddles me not waiting for any more foreplay. Foreplay is not what my wife needs at this moment. Her pussy is so wet she sinks right down to the base of my cock. With the smile she complains, “Damn, you are so big.”
Kathryn kisses me once then straightens enough to push one leaking breast into my mouth. Of course, I do what comes naturally grab Kathryn’s hips and thrust up as my mouth feels with her milk. I swallow the delicious fluid that my wife produces. I have always loved mother’s milk, and I still can remember what my Mom’s milk tasted like. Kathryn is actually a bit sweeter than mom’s milk. I nurse as I fuck my wife. Kathryn giggles, “I wanted you to do that as much as you have wanted to do it.”
I would have to release her breast if I could not tell Kathryn what I needed to say. Fortunately, for me my wife can really read my mind. (I will not have to be jealous of Amanda anymore. I got a feeling I will be, she will get this great tasting milk of yours all the time.)
Kathryn giggles and she thinks, (if Amanda bites when she starts getting her teeth, I will wean her. I trust you are not going to bite. If you do not bite, I might not ever wean you.)
I take a hard draw as I nearly pull out and begin pushing back in. Kathryn’s breast quivers from the pleasure, the amount of milk coming from it nearly doubles. I see from my peripheral vision her other breast drips heavier.
Kathryn places her hand under the dripping breast and gathers a handful of her milk. I think this might be the first time that Kathryn actually tastes her own milk, as she raised it to her lips drinking the handful she had. She again places her hand under the leaking breast. Giggling Kathryn says, “I never thought I would actually drink my own milk. However, I can see why you like it.”
I have the since Kathryn needs to be fucked harder and faster, and I began to do that as I nurse as quickly as I fuck, the lack of sex has got me nearly to my own climax after only a few minutes. Sensing how close I am Kathryn raises up off me and her mouth replaces her cunt. A few strokes and I cannot hold back as Kathryn’s tongue wraps around my head tickling the sensitive nubs. Kathryn swallows once her mouth is unable to hold more. Still more comes from my neglected organ. More than her mouth will contain, she swallows all the excess not willing to lose any. As my cock twitches its last small squirt into Kathryn’s mouth, she sucks. With the last from my orgasm in her mouth, she stands displays the large mouthful of cum. Kathryn closes her mouth before she swallows the last bit now.
We have not even done that since the baby came, one reason was the lack of privacy, the second if we went that far we both would have been unable to stop both wanting more, needing more from the love of our life.
Kathryn giggles, “Theater down, I think that finishes the basement, now let us go break-in another room.”
I lift Kathryn up into my arms holding her so I can get the breast that still drips. She giggles as I nurse while carrying her. Straight into the elevator, into the kitchen and our formal living room before I set her down. Kathryn’s hand is up and down my shaft as my semi hard cock regains its rigidity. Once it is stiff, Kathryn again impels herself and offers her breast to me again. Coming here I only managed to nurse enough to reduce the pressure so it was not dripping quite so quickly.
As before Kathryn sinks onto my shaft her breast practically squirt it delicious fluid into my mouth. Kathryn exclaims, “Oh JJ I needed this. I know you love me but my body needs to have you in me.”
Again not wanting to cease nursing to communicate I think, (I love you, and I need this as badly as you do. I need it to be always you. You are the love of my life.)
Kathryn pushing down on me takes all my cock into her tight pussy, I can feel it pass her G spot, and how the ring of my head rubs a crossed as it slides through with the slight gap caused by my super hard cock. The sensation is wonderful, and I pulled back and rub across it several times causing Kathryn to have a small orgasm. Kathryn moans, “Oh fuck yes.”
As I pushed all the way in to her cervix the pleasure only increases, as my pelvis buffs against her clit, the head of my cock massaging her cervix causes a second and stronger orgasm. I pull back and use long strokes as her breast pulses milk with each of her spasms. My mouth readily consumed each pulse and sucks begging for more. Kathryn’s pussy is milking me as it is begging for my cum, I am sure tonight I am going to give her plenty. Just not yet.
I continue my nursing and long deep strokes that push firmly against Kathryn each time I bottom out. Each time I do her breast pumps milk into my mouth, and her other breast begins dripping again. We probably would not need a breast pump just something to catch the milk each time we made love like this. Kathryn is getting close this time her hands wrap around her breasts. Knowing what will occur if she squeezes I pick her up fully impaling her. I walk to the elevator in the process our bodies grinding together brings Kathryn to full orgasm. Her breast squirt milk into my chest, as her pussy explodes in one massive squirt that leaves a puddle in the floor the elevator.
Kathryn continues to orgasm as I practically run to get us to the bed before the milk drains all the way down my chest. Slowing just enough so we do not impact the bed and interrupt our pleasure. I lay down with Kathryn atop me. The milk begins draining over my ribs and drips onto the bed. I think my God how much milk is in this woman.
Kathryn giggles as she raises up slightly allowing her breast to come clear of my chest. Grabbing one with both hands, she squeezes and squirts milk into my face. I open my mouth the catch as much as I possibly can. Laughing Kathryn says, I been holding my milk all evening. I really need you to give me some relief. I done everything I could do not to think about it, that way it is a surprise.
I pull Kathryn closer to me in the process my mouth surrounds the breast in Kathryn’s hands. With my mouth full of her nipple and areola, I suck hard, and her milk flows quickly filling my mouth again. I trap and massage the nipple against the roof of my mouth using my tongue to stroke it. Kathryn has tremors that begin in her nipple, run down her body, and shake my cock still buried in her vagina. The more I massaged her nipple the more her vagina massages my cock.
Her breast finally gives up this warm very sweet cream, and I know that it is the end of the milk coming from that breast. I move to the other breast and treated the same way. My reward is a massaging pussy that milks my cock keeping me rock hard. I do not want to cum in her pussy until I get the chance to lick a clean. Kathryn’s second breast eventually gives me that sweet cream as well. I can feel the relief in her as it flows into my mouth.
Now with her pussy still full of my cock but her breasts relieved of their burden I simply tease her nipples until I feel her squirt onto my cock once more as an orgasm takes her. I move Kathryn onto her back and move down her body. Milk glistens on her and it had ran all the way into her neatly trimmed heart-shaped bush. Written just to the right of it is JJ’s; running my tongue through it causes Kathryn to giggle. It taste like her milk and I am tempted to suck the milk from her bush. Below it, there is good clearance between the tip of the heart and her erect clit.
My tongue avoids direct contact to her clit and traces the outer lips of her labia, her labia is wide open and her opening slightly gaping, it seems to open and close with her breathing. I can feel the longing for something to fill her. My Love needs for me to be inside her once more. I slide two fingers in, it helps but I know what she really wants.
I lick her thighs, her girl cum is out further than that, but I can since her impatience. Quickly cleaning the area, my tongue runs up the inside of her labia between the inner lips and practically digging into the bottom of her love channel. I finally wrap my mouth around that gorgeous clitoris Kathryn has. Massaging it with my tongue after trapping it between my lips, I give her clit a blowjob as my fingers massage her G spot. Only a second or two after I began Kathryn screams her approval, “Fuck yes! I cannot believe I lived six months without this.”
I think to myself, her pussy tastes as good now as the first time I licked it. I really do not appreciate the time without it too, but this great taste makes up for a little. I slide my tongue in over my fingers gain a great taste of her cum from inside of her pussy. Kathryn grabs the hair of my head lifts me off her pussy, Kathryn practically screams, “You can do that all you want tomorrow. Tonight you are going to make me so sore that is all you going to be able to do tomorrow.”
Feeling my wife’s urgency that her need is met, I pushed back into her in one long slow stroke that causes her nipples the pop out again. As her whole body quivers, I swear I can feel the orgasm starting, once I touch your cervix I draw back quickly and begin a fast rhythm that Kathryn is begging for. Her mind constantly saying, (fuck me, fuck me fuck me now make me cum. Fuck me, make me cum, fuck me.)
About Kathryn’s eighth powerful orgasm I feel my balls tighten to the point where I can no longer hold back, if it was not for Kathryn helping me hold back I would not been able to anywhere near that point. Kathryn’s and my climax seemed to synchronize, both are bodies entered orgasm and I sprayed my seed deep into Kathryn’s open cervix and into the womb that belongs to my children. Kathryn screams and shakes feeling the hot cum shooting into her. “YES, OH YYYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS.”
I roll with Kathryn until she lays on my chest. Our breathing eventually slows and Kathryn lifts her face to look into mine. We both say simultaneously, “I needed that.” We immediately begin laughing. Her body has not even pushed my semi-hard cock from it. The feel of her laughter on my chest runs through my body and my cock immediately begins to harden.
The feel of my harden cock causes Kathryn to raise her hips and lower them. Kathryn in control begins to move quicker, she is practically slamming herself down onto the base of my cock. This is just a straightforward fuck trying to make herself orgasm fast. I help her out by pushing in my energy, into her G spot, her clit, and every time I contact it her cervix. In less than two minutes, Kathryn is screaming her pleasure from a massive orgasm. When it subsides, she falls forward sweating and panting.
Allowing Kathryn to catch her breath I run my hands crossed her sweating body. Playing with her beautiful ass, she groans as my cock twitches inside of her. Once Kathryn regained her breath I roll her onto her back, and say, “That was fun, and you can use me like that anytime.”
Giggling as she looks into my face from the bed Kathryn says, “I am going to hold you to that promise.”
I give her a kiss and say, “It will be my pleasure to make sure you do take advantage of that promise.” Kathryn giggles and pulls me down for a kiss. We lay there holding each other basking in the afterglow, Kathryn raises up looks into my eyes.
Kathryn shares her thoughts. (JJ making love to you is the best thing in the world for me. I love you so very much. I will give you my body anytime you need it. Because I plan to take your body anytime, I need it. I will do anything to make you happy. I never want to lose what we can do too, I do not know why or how we can share our thoughts, our feelings, our senses, but we can and I do not want to lose that.)
(Kathryn we are so connected, perhaps that is how. I never want to lose this closeness. I never want anything to come between us. I am not willing to risk what we have, I love you and I want to share every moment, every feeling, and every sensation with you.)
Kathryn lays her head on my chest for a moment, I can feel the love radiating like sunshine from her, warm and inviting like on a chilly winter’s day when you walk in front of a window, you just want to linger in the warm glow. I want to share it, allow it to flow back to her from me. Kathryn moans, “Oh yes, it feels so good, I feel like your love surrounds me.”
Kissing her passionately until we need air, in between breaths I say, “Yours surrounds me too.”
We continue making love for as long as our bodies can withstand. I finally rolled Kathryn with me until she is on my chest again. Sleep takes us in the wee hours of the morning.
I awake to a feeling of warm liquid running down my ribs, and I have a great urgency to pee. Carefully getting out from underneath Kathryn, but I still do not avoid waking her, I run to the bathroom and pee as Kathryn follows me down the hallway giggling as she comes. As soon as I have finished, and placed the seat down Kathryn pees as well. I cannot help but notice how her nipples again drip. My cock becomes hard just watching them.
To my annoyance, I hear the doorbell from downstairs; all my family has a key the doorbell is probably just to warn us they are coming in. From our bedroom doorway, I hear Misty call as Amanda cries. Kathryn wipes herself quickly and without hesitation, mother’s instinct outweighs her modesty, walks back into our bedroom to get our crying daughter.
Misty giggles but I swear I hear Marshall gasp. I hear Marshall’s footsteps quickly retreat. Misty says, “You are really going to have to give me your secret to getting that flat stomach back.”
Kathryn says, “Come over tomorrow morning, I will take you through the katas, and we will do some laps in the pool. That is all I have been doing and watch what I eat.”
Misty laughing says, “You do not know how this one wants to nurse, I would not be here if Marshall had not dropped your milk.”
I wrap a towel around myself, once I had my excitement back under control. I walk straight into our closet, hopefully I was unseen by Misty, but Kathryn giggling let me know I was unsuccessful. I grab a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt. After walking to Kathryn, I caress Amanda’s thigh and got her to look at me. Without releasing Kathryn’s nipple, she smiles for her Daddy.
Giggling Kathryn says, “Amanda you are just in time to keep your Daddy from stealing your breakfast.” I blushed heavily causing Misty to laugh at Kathryn’s comment in my distress.
It seems like when you feed one baby, the others get hungry too. Misty has her breast out and MJ has it in his mouth suckling hard. I chuckle before I excuse myself and say, “I will go down and find Marshall, and it has been too long since we had a game of pool.”
I hear Kathryn’s thoughts, (you sure, that is all you want to do is play pool?)
I reply mentally to my Love’s question. (Your instincts overrode your modesty, Marshall poor man is suffering as I was yesterday. Running from the room was his best course of action.)
Kathryn says, “I am going to let Misty in on our little discovery.”
As I walked down the stairs, the two giggle and I hear aghast from Misty. I inquire mentally. (What did you just tell Misty?)
Kathryn responds in kind. (I just told her last night you drank my milk, all of my milk. She asked about you stealing Amanda’s breakfast. I told her how enjoyable it is to have sex and let you nurse.)
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I’m So Drunk Right Now…

Happy St. Patrick’s day my ass. I was out getting drunk at a bar after getting dumped by my girlfriend and meet a girl there doing the same thing. We both share our sorrows and one thing leads to another and needless to say we wind up at my place. Now the weird thing is when I didn’t take advantage of her she got upset and practically begged me to.

Falling For Susan Ch.1

I would like to thank ChasP and BlackStallion21 for editing. I will try update it regularly, a chapter in every two weeks. Focus is more on the story line, though I intend to include plenty of it.John and Anna.
John slowed down his pace upon reaching his neighborhood. Reducing the volume on his iPod he trotted towards his house. He had hoped a morning run would clear his mind but he was as confused as he had been hours ago. He didn’t notice the song playing through his headphones or the elderly couple taking a morning stroll or the paperboy delivering the daily newspaper. Everything seemed irrelevant at the moment except for one question.
‘What am I going to do if Anna didn’t get in?’ he asked himself for a thousandth time. From the time he could remember he and Anna had been together in everything, no matter what it was, from silly pranks on their parents or friends to serious thing like stealing a police car on a dare. If they were in for a lecture from any of their parents they were in it together. Growing up John couldn’t ask for another best friend.
Entering through the back door John silently walked towards his room, not wanting to wake his parents early on a Saturday. Tossing the iPod on his bed he quickly shrugged out of his sweaty pants and t-shirt and rushed to his bathroom. He turned on the shower and stood under lukewarm water spray. His cold body welcomed warmth and his thoughts returned to Anna.
Academically John’s performance was great but Anna’s was the best. They were both accepted into many prestigious colleges all over the country. But Anna nearly fainted when John got his acceptance letter from a university which they really want to attend and she didn’t. She spent the next fifteen minutes bugging Alan (postman), until he told her to piss off, for her acceptance letter. She was quite sure Alan or someone in the postal department misplaced it.
That was a week ago and the chances of Anna getting in were beginning to thin. Ever since they entered high school, both teens set their eyes on a particular university; it was one of the most prestigious colleges in the country and best of all it was only eighty miles from home. Being an only child, John was very close to his parents and same went for Anna. They both wanted to stay as close as possible to home. The next university with same status was eight hundred miles away. They could attend some other college nearby but their parents would never accept that. When it came to education their parents never settled for anything other than the best.
John was now torn between home and Anna. If he accepted the offer it meant saying goodbye to eighteen years of friendship. If he chose to attend the same college as she, it would mean staying far away from home with no weekend visits. On the top of all of this, he was still surprised that Anna was not accepted. Graduation was only weeks away and they hadn’t made a decision. They decided to wait till the last day before choosing.
“Come out, you lazy ass,” Anna’s voice came in along with the loud banging on the bathroom door. “How long are you going to stay in there? I have been waiting for you since forever.”
“Quit it. I will be out in a minute,” John shouted, with a hint of annoyance in his voice. “When are you going to learn to knock before entering my room?”
John grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his hips, not bothering to wipe his body as he opened the bathroom door.
Anna jumped on him wrapping her arms around his naked wet chest and started bouncing up and down in his arms laughing. His vision was filled with fiery red hair and John tightened his grip on her to bring her down to earth.
“I got in. I got in. I got in,” she exclaimed with glee. “Alan brought the letter as soon as he could after seeing my name on the envelope. I am so happy right now.”
Hearing those words John’s tension melted away and he hugged Anna as tightly as he could. Anna hugged him back increasing her grip. They stayed like that for a few moments. John became aware of her wonderful body and quickly disentangled himself from her embrace.
“Great, that’s just great. All that left is graduation. I can’t wait to live the college life.” John said with pure excitement. Even through the recent confusion he was really looking forward to it. Now that the things where on track John paid attention to the details.
A water strain appeared on Anna’s white t-shirt, a result of her hugging his wet body, making it semi-transparent. Her nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric. ‘Shit! No bra,’ John thought shifting uncomfortably to hide his instant arousal. But Anna paid no attention to any of that.
“John, what would you have done if I hadn’t gotten in?” she asked him looking in his eyes, expecting a truthful answer.
“What a stupid question, Anna. Of course I would have come with you,” he answered without a doubt. John realized the truth behind his involuntary words. Yes, he would have chosen to go with her sooner or later.
“I know I can always count you,” she said and hugged him again. “I can’t wait to tell mom and dad about this. I just ran here after receiving the letter.”
John disentangled himself so that Anna couldn’t feel his hard on. He walked her to the front door, silently listening to her exited babble.
“See ya.” Anna stood on tiptoes and kissed his cheek before walking towards her house across the street.
“See ya.” John stood in door way watching her until she disappeared in to her house.
John didn’t have a single memory without Anna in it. Part of the reason was that their parents had been best buddies since med school. Anna was also cool to hang out with and not to mention the fact that she was the most beautiful girl in the whole school or the whole town.
Anna’s red hair was long and straight & glowed like fire. She liked to leave it free over her shoulders so the orange highlights could be seen when sunlight hit her hair. Her face was slightly angular with distinct high cheek bones, with a straight edged artistic nose. Her lips were full, and attractive dimples are formed on either side of her mouth whenever she smiled. Her beautiful smile could light up the entire town. Her almond shaped eyes were deep blue and one could be lost forever just by looking in them.
At 5 ft. 9 inches, Anna was every guy’s fantasy in high school. Though she considered herself a bit tall, to John she was perfect. John got a few glimpses of her naked body few times (pure accidents). Her tits were perky without any sag and pointed nipples. John once raided her drawer and found her to be 34c. Her slender waist and wider hips formed a perfect pear shaped body.
Filled with these thoughts, John strolled into kitchen. His mother was up and making breakfast. Noticing him she turned around to give a ‘good morning’ kiss as usual.
“Don’t you think you would be more comfortable with your clothes on, honey?” she asked, diverting her attention back to cooking.
“Yeah mom, first I need some water and by the way, Anna just got her admittance letter.”
“That’s a relief, John.” She turned her head to look at him, over her shoulder. “I was a little worried myself.”
John grabbed a glass, filled it with water and gulped it down. His mother left the kitchen, presumably to wake his father for breakfast. He followed her out to his own room, watching her.
Samantha, John’s mother, at 40, was still is in great shape. Her blonde hair was smooth and straight and she was 5 ft. 6 inches tall. John owed his mom for most of his facial features.
Unlike his mom, John was tall. His height and build were from his father, Richard. At 6 ft. 2 John’s a couple of inches shorter than his father. He inherited his father’s black hair but he got his mother’s piercing green eyes and cheek bones. John liked to maintain his body. A daily hour in gym, along with his football practice ensured that.
Along with sports, he also managed to keep his grades up, unlike other jocks on his team. Frankly, Anna was the reason behind them. All in all, this made sure that John had access to any hot girl in the school, either a cheerleader or a geek. He had had his fair share of them and none could resist his charm if he put his mind to it. Right now he is dating Amanda, a hot strawberry blonde with a gorgeous rack.
Most of his friends wonder why he wouldn’t date Anna. Sure, Anna was the hottest, cutest and sexiest girl in the whole school but she was also his best friend. He didn’t want to lose her by making a wrong move. He treasured her friendship beyond anything and did not want to lead their relation in a direction that might make her feel uncomfortable.
Right now the only thing he was looking forward to was his high school graduation and the after summer college life. Graduation and break up.
“Why can’t you do anything properly?” Anna grabbed the tie from John’s hands. Placing it around his neck she tied the knot.
“Thanks. No matter how many times I try, I can never get this right.” John checked the knot with his hands, loosening it a bit. They were standing on the school grounds watching the stage, prepared specially for their graduation, waiting to be called. John was wearing formal white shirt, neatly tucked into black pants. Anna made her entrance in a lovely blue dress, matching the color of her eyes, ending a couple of inches over her knees. “Come on. It’s time.” Anna pulled the black graduation cap over her head. John did the same, his eyes searching for Amanda. She was late, as usual. Anna pulled john’s hand dragging him towards the teenagers, forming the line, impatiently waiting for their named to be called. As her name started with an A, Anna moved ahead in the line, leaving John behind.
John turned around, searching, wondering where in the hell Amanda was? A few moments later, she came running towards him. “I got held up by mom.” She answered his unasked question, giving him a brief hug and quick peck on the lips. She was wearing a low cut, pink, short gown, which barely covered her ass. No wonder she got held up by her mom. Amanda wiggled away from her mother’s lecture regarding her dress. She leaned forward, catching her breath, adding a good portion to her fairly exposed cleavage.
John bent down to kiss her cheek. “You look beautiful.” he whispered in her ear, knowing that she was expecting a compliment. Hearing it, she blushed deeply. “Now hurry, you are one of first ones to be called upon to the stage.”
Amanda took her place in the line, in front of Anna, talking to her. It took few minutes for the first student to be called. John cheered silently, for both girls, unable to see them from the backstage. When his name was announced, John stepped on to the stage with a relief that the wait was over. He looked over and found his parents. Anna and her parents were clapping wildly. Little to the right, Amanda’s parents were doing the same. Before he came to his senses, John had the certificate in his hand and was shooed off the stage, making way for the next student.
John stood there not really knowing what was happening or what happened. He’d waited for this moment for a long time and it was over in a matter of seconds. Shrugging his shoulders, he walked towards his parents.
He was immediately pulled down by his mother, Samantha, for a hug and a kiss on forehead. “Oh god, John we are so proud of you.” Tears welled in her eyes. John wondered how a med school graduate could get this sentimental over a simple high school graduation. ‘Well, that’s what mothers do,’ he thought to himself.
As soon as she pulled back Jessica raised on her toes to give him a kiss on both cheeks. “I am so happy. You have no idea how much happy I am.” Jess also started crying.
Jessica, Anna’s mother, was a read head just like her. The man with John’s father is Anna’s father, Daniel, a leading cardiologist in the country. Like Richard, Daniel also has imposing personality.
“Good work son.” Richard gave his son a one hand hug, other wrapped around Anna shoulder.
“You already know how I feel kids. So just give me a hug,” Daniel said extending his arms.
“Photo time,” Sam dug up a camera from her purse and started taking snapshots.
Couple of hours and what seemed like a hundred pictures later, everything calmed down. Finally, parents started leaving. Most of the kids remained, to attend one of the parties. John and Anna walked their parents back to their cars.
“Have fun, kids,” John’s dad said before getting into his car.
“Don’t come home early,” Anna’s dad shouted and received a friendly punch from his wife.
Anna and John got into his Volvo XC90 and headed to football team captain, Michael’s, guest house. Michael considered himself very luck to graduate, as he lost his hope of graduating high school long time ago. Now he’s throwing a huge party and probably the best.
“What about Amanda?” Anna asked, stretching her hands and legs. Her dress rose a few inches up exposing her soft thighs. It took every ounce of his concentration to keep his eyes on the road.
“She left half an hour ago. I will meet her at the party.” John answered, his eyes traveling back to her thighs. Anna didn’t seem to notice. If she did, she didn’t say anything.
Michael’s guesthouse was blazing with music and activity. Drinks were circulating freely. Some people were drunk enough to skinny dip in the backyard pool. When they walked through the front, all the male attention was diverted towards Anna. She had broken up with her boyfriend six weeks ago and most of the guys were hoping to get lucky, including her ex.
John found Amanda talking to some girls. Noticing him she stood up and gave him a long kiss. Their tongues found each other and started wrestling. John gripped her ass cheeks with his hands to lift her higher. She curled her hands around his neck to maintain her balance. After a minute, she pulled back to catch her breath.
A few friends came to greet them, forcing them apart. John helped himself to a couple of drinks and passed chit chatting with someone, kissing Amanda every now and then. John looked across from time to time and saw guys flirting with Anna. When the party started heating up, Amanda suggested they go upstairs. But every bedroom upstairs turned out to be locked from the inside.
“None available at the moment,” John said, as he tried the last bedroom door.
“Let’s go to your car.” Amanda grabbed his hand and pulled him. They were out of the door and in the backseat of his Volvo in under a minute.
“Kiss me,” Amanda whispered in his ear. John grabbed her head and attacked her mouth with his. Their tongues fought for control. Her hand found his cock and rubbed it through his pants. John broke the kiss and slid his mouth over her chin. Amanda moaned.
John reached around her back and pulled down the zipper. Amanda rose slightly, shrugging the dress off her shoulders. She was naked underneath. When her huge tits popped into view, John attacked them mercilessly. He took the right nipple into his mouth while pinching the left one with his thumb and index finger. Her breath was now coming in gasps and she started making purring sounds.
He moved his right hand over her stomach, teasing her belly button. Slowly he moved it further down and started caressing her thighs. She pushed his head over to her left nipple. John oscillated between them while his hand traced circles closer and closer to her pussy, teasing her. He reached the edge of her lips and pushed a finger inside. She moaned in response.
“Oh God… Oh God… Oh God.”
John inserted another finger in her pussy and started moving them in and out. Amanda rocked her hips back and forth, matching his moments. She pulled his head back and brought her lips back to his. She moaned in his mouth, still riding his fingers like a mad girl. She pulled her head back and cried in pleasure.
“Oh…oh…Joh…John…don’t…don’t stop.”
She caught his hand and pulled it deeper. She shook violently for a minute and pulled his fingers out of her. Looking in his eyes she simply said “My turn.”
She loosened his tie, pulling it over his head. Her hands found his buckle and loosened it. She undid his zipper and pulled down his pants along with his underwear. His rock hard cock sprang upward, seeking attention
Amanda got on her knees and started licking the tip with her tongue. John pulled the seat back to give her more space. Her hands caught the base of his dick and started moving up and down along the length of his shaft. She simply licked the tip while her hands milked him. John caught her head and pushed it towards his cock. She took the head in her mouth and John shoved a couple of inches into her mouth. She slid her mouth on his tool, finally managing to take it all the way in. When the head hit the back of her mouth John started bucking his hip, fucking her mouth.
“Amanda….soon…I am cumming…” John moaned.
John grabbed her hair tightly and shot his load in her mouth. She swallowed the whole stream with a smile on her face, and licked his dick clean.
Amanda rose and sat on his lap, straddling his legs. She kissed him and their tongues lashed out to meet again. “I need you in me now,” she whispered. “Now fuck me.”
She reached for cock and held it straight. Kissing him she slowly slid it inside her. They stayed like that for a minute, his cock inside her hot, wet cunt, without any moment apart from kissing. Slowly she started grinding her hips. John caught her ass and raised her a little before pulling her back. Amanda threw her head backwards and started fucking John. He kissed her neck and jaw.
“Har…harder….harder,” she cried. John started pounding her back.
“Harder… fuck that little pussy harder.” John increased his pace bringing his mouth to her right breast.
“Yes suck them…suck them…suck them.” John took a nipple in his mouth and chewed on it. He slid his hard in between the cracks of her cheeks, inserted a finger in her little hole and finger fucked it. That drove Amanda to the edge.
“I am close…so close…faster,” she shouted. John increased his pace further along with his finger in her asshole.
“Ah…I am…ah…ah….cumming,” she moaned. Her body shook violently and she exploded on his cock. This drove John to the edge and he started pumping his seed deep into her.
They sat still catching their breath. Finally Amanda moved to retrieve her dress from car floor. She slid her hands into shoulder’s flaps and John zipped her back. John pulled his pants upward and fastened his belt. Amanda sat in the side seat silently, looking out. She looked like she wanted to tell him something but was unable to find the right words. John sat looking at her face without making any sound.
“John, we need to talk,” she spoke finally.
“Sure,” John replied, knowing that an after-sex talk was really dangerous. He knew this was going to happen sometime. Amanda got in to a college two thousand miles away. She wanted to study politics.
“I don’t think a long distance relationship is going to work,” she said flatly.
“Yes. I was thinking the same.”
“So this is it, then.”
“Yes. This is it,” John said, looking into her eyes. She leaned forward and gave him deep, slow, lingering kiss. Breaking the kiss, she got out of the car and walked away without looking back.
John sat in the car waiting for the pain to come. But strangely, it didn’t. Partly because he knew that this was going to happen. Still he expected some pain. Then it hit him. He liked Amanda. He liked her a lot but he never had any genuine feelings for her. Probably, it was same with her too. John wasn’t stupid enough to think that all the high school romances would last forever, especially when they were going to live thousands of miles apart for the next four years. He knew some people made it work. He also knew some people tried very hard to make it work, But that happened only if they had true feelings for each other and a spark of love, like any other. John was fortunate or unfortunate to have never felt that spark. John considered himself former because he was only eighteen. There’s enough time ahead to fall in love. Right now, he just wants to enjoy his life.
Shaking his head John got out of the car to enjoy rest of the party. He spent time with his friends, drinking and laughing. He was careful not to drink too much. One look at Anna and it was pretty clear that she couldn’t drive. A little after two Anna wanted to go home. They were in the car when Anna spoke.
“Seems like you had a good time.” she said looking at the backseat.
“Yeah, pretty much. What about you? I saw Jason trying to hang out with you.” Jason is her ex.
“He’s a jerk. All he cared about was getting in my pants. I don’t want to talk about him,” she replied hotly, turning away from him.
“I broke up with Amanda,” John said after a few minutes of silence.
“What? Oh,” she said looking back at him when the words finally registered with her brain. “I am sorry.”
“Don’t be. I am not.”
“OK.” She moved closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder. She fell asleep immediately.
John stared at her beautiful face for a moment before diverting his attention to the road. Yep, there’s no pain. He just looked forward to his future. He got into great college. His best friend will be beside him. What could possibly go wrong?
Little did he know that everything was going to change. He never expected that college was about nothing but change. He certainly never thought that his life was going to take an unexpected turn when he met Susan, a woman who would change everything about him, her and Anna. College and Leslie.
John stood in the circle formed by the cluster of buildings. All the freshmen were organized into different groups, for a tour of the entire campus. At noon all the groups converged here for the lunch break as every famous dinner and fast food joint were located in this little space. In the center there was a beautifully designed water fountain with a small garden around it. Water from all the fountain heads showered on to a huge University logo, carved out of the black marble. The raised pavement around the fountain was wide enough to accommodate a dozen food stalls camped on it. Currently his family was gathered around a small hot dog stall.
To the left were academic research buildings and lecture halls and one of the student resident halls, in which John and Anna were able to secure rooms, was only two blocks away on the right. As the campus housing was based on first come first served basis, Anna made sure that their rooms were as close as possible to the lecture halls. Freshmen were allowed cars but John didn’t see any reason to take out his Volvo daily. It was just a ten minute walk and John loved to walk as it helps him clear his mind.
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Anna said, standing behind him, looking at the marble logo.
“Yes, it is,” He answered and turned around. Anna had a red T-shirt on with college logo on it, like all other freshmen, and blue skin tight jeans that hugged her really long legs. Her red long hair was pulled back in a ponytail and she was as beautiful as ever. John grabbed the second hot dog she was carrying and started gulping it down.
He looked over her shoulders at his parents. Since parents were allowed to take the tour along with the students it was hard to keep them away. His father was talking to an old man selling the hotdogs and his mother, Samantha, was watching him. “Geez, John, take it slow.” Anna wiped a bit of sausage, he successfully smeared on his face. From the corner of his eye he could see his mother smiling at Anna’s involuntary action and she whispered something in Jess’ ear. Both mothers started giggling but John didn’t know why. Sometimes women were mystery to him and he stopped trying to figure out what they were thinking long time ago.
“Okay kids, It’s almost time for you orientation. Get going. We will meet you here after.” Daniel, Anna’s father, nudged them to join the student group leaving to attend the orientation. His father nodded his head while their mothers just waved their hands when they left.
A half an hour later they were sitting in a huge lecture hall listening to the most boring student orientation ever. Anna grabbed the seats in middle knowing that John would never sit in the front. Five minutes later Anna was engrossed in the speech, on college history, rules and regulations, being given by a stern looking senior professor but John had lost interest. He started checking out the girls, who were seated around him. What John noticed was male to female ratio was well balanced and some of the young ladies present were real eye candies.
One thing that bothered John was most male attention was directed in his direction rather than the dais in the front. Anna was still into the lecture, oblivious to all the attention she was receiving. This confirmed what John already knew. Anna was freaking hot and beautiful than all the girls present in the hall. ‘Get your eyes off her you assholes’ John wanted to scream but he just sat there with a big scowl on his face.
After a few minutes his foul mood eased off knowing that this was gone happen sometime and he was back to checking out the nearby girls. A good portion of them were real attractive in one way or the other. Like him some of them had lost interest in the lecture and were looking in random directions. There are many cute read heads, sexy brunettes and attractive blondes. What caught John’s eye was an animated chatter of a cute little blonde, sitting a few rows ahead,
Shoulder length blonde hair, that curled her face and a height of five four, give or take an inch. As John observed she was cute. Her lips were a round, with a delicate touch of pink lipstick. She had a plane skin which looked like its goanna turn red if something touched her a little harder than necessary.
She turned her head precisely at that moment and caught John staring at her. Instead of turning away, he simply smiled at her. She returned the smile but turned a deep shade of red, quickly looked ahead. They continued their little game for the rest of the speech. One would catch other looking and smiled in return.
Finally, the orientation came to an end and thankfully Anna didn’t seem to notice that John’s concentration was on something else. Someone passed a few flyers in the end about the college. Anna struck up a conversation with a brunette beside her. John stood up and took a few steps searching for the little blonde in commotion caused by the students leaving the hall.
“Hi” someone called out to him from his right. He turned around and found himself facing her. She was straining her neck upwards to look at his face.
“Hi, I am John,” he introduced himself.
“Hi. I am Leslie.” She noticed Anna heading towards them. “Call me.” She handed John her flyer and danced away from him before he could reply. There’s a phone number scribbled, using a red lipstick, on it.
“Is that the shorty you have been staring at?” Anna asked him looked in the direction Leslie went. Busted!
“Yep, she’s cute,” John replied. No point in hiding now.
“She’s short,” Anna said in matter of fact tone. “Come on, we need to get going.” She grabbed his hand and started dragging him towards the nearest exit, ignoring all the gathered boys hoping to talk to her.
They found their parents near same hot dog stall. In minutes all six of them clambered in to his Volvo XC90 and were racing towards some fancy restaurant in the town for dinner.
Richard drove them to an upscale restaurant, called Paradise, which looked like a set for a Hollywood film. A group of people were waiting outside and a valet took their car, eyeing them curiously. When Richard handed him a hundred dollar bill his eyes widened in surprise. He quickly pocketed the money and rushed towards the Volvo.
They stopped at a receptionist table outside. A tender young blonde was looking at them with same expression of the valet (before the hundred dollar bill), like they were lost. Who can blame her? John looked around and confirmed what he already knew. They are seriously under dressed. Two of them were still in their freshmen uniform and their parents’ attire was suited more for taking a stroll in the public park than to eat here. All the men waiting outside wore tuxedos and the women were dressed to kill.
“How can I help you, sir?” the receptionist asked them drawing a smile from Richard. Sam laughed with her eyes when the young woman’s heart fluttered at her husband’s smile, which John inherited.
“Yes, we have reservations,” Richard replied.
“I am sorry, sir. Even if you did you are not dressed appropriately. So, I am afraid I have to ask you to cancel them and leave.”
“They are on the name Richard Miller. Why don’t you check your list?” Richard said still smiling. Sam shot a sympathetic, knowing glance towards the young woman. If her husband decides on something, he can be pretty hot headed.
“I am sorry, sir,” she repeated. “But you -” she cut off as the realization drawn to her.
“I sincerely apologize for my mistake, Mr. Miller. Your table’s waiting for you. Please, follow me.” She signaled her colleague to cover for her. It had been a close call. She had had come very close to losing her job.
“Don’t worry about it. Happens all the time,” Daniel said from the back. She looked back only to find another heart breaker smiling at her.
Can’t imagine why, she thought. How can she expect that the great Richard Miller and his family would show up in plain jeans and tees? Her manager practically danced when Mr. Miller called for the reservations. He called her twice in the evening telling her to escort them to the table herself and notify him immediately.
“My name is Janet,” she said as they reached their table. She took the menu cards from a waiter and placed handed them to everyone. “I will give you some time to order.” She was off to find the manager.
John took a seat opposite Anna and started scanning the menu, which was a lot thicker than the normal ones. It’s probably due to the fact that the restaurant offers items from most of the cuisines known.
“You could have told us this was a formal restaurant and save us all the trouble.” Sam sent an accusatory glare towards her husband.
“Lady, suits and gowns are for dates, dances and meetings. When I have dinner with my family I like to wear what I want but you already know that. So stop nagging at me,” Richard said rising an eyebrow.
“Damn right,” Daniel agreed. Sam and Jess simply rolled their eyes at their husbands while Anna laughed lightly.
When the waitress came back a few minutes later they were ready with their orders. When the food was server it turned out to be damn good. It had to be, John thought, considering the few hundred bucks spent on each meal.
For the next hour they made small talk about things like interested courses, living away from home etc. They were only interrupted once when the manager came to greet them. Nothing out of ordinary until Daniel signaled for their attention.
“Here’s to our children, the best of all,” he raised his glass for a toast. All the parents raised their glasses acknowledging it. John grinned while Anna blushed. Never before was there a toast given in their names.
“And we got you these as a token appreciation, for being most sensible and responsible kids,” Daniel continued, pulling out a pair of keys and tossing them on the center of the table.
John’s heart skipped a beat when both the keys came with the Porsche logo. John picked the nearest key and examined every detail. He was very satisfied with his Volvo but only an idiot wouldn’t exchange it for a brand new Porsche.
“Sensible and responsible; even when we stole the cop’s car?” Anna asked picking the other key and Jess glared at her daughter. God, she never got over that.
“There were couple of times when we thought of strangling you,” Sam answered. “Excluding them I would say you earned it.”
“What are the models?” John asked. He might be in to cars but he can’t tell the model just by looking at the keys.
“Where’s the fun in that.” Richard laughed. “Go look for yourselves. They are waiting for you in the parking lot of your dorm.”
“Can we leave now?”
“Hold your horses John. You have plenty of time when we leave tonight. Till then you are struck with us,” Jess said waving her hand.
An hour later they were pulling in front of the student dorm where John and Anna goanna spend the next academic year. As both of their parents were required at work early, they are in a bit hurry to leave. All the women eyes were filled with tears as soon they got down.
“I am going to miss you.” Sam gave John a bone crushing Hug. “I love you.”
John rubbed his mother’s back slowly telling her that he felt the same. “I love you too, mom.”
Beside him both the redheads were sobbing in each other arms. When Jess raised her and met John’s eyes, she pulled him for another hug and kissing him on both the cheeks. He would miss her too. Jess was his mother as much as Sam and Anna, probably feels the same, was now in the arms of Sam. Both the fathers gave him a one hand hug but Anna pulled them in for a long one.
When their parents pulled out of the parking lot, Anna was still sobbing into John’s shoulder. Together they watched the car disappear in to the traffic.
“It must seem silly for crying when we will see them every other week,” Anna said without raising her head.
“No. It’s not. Let’s face it Anna. We have always been closer to our parents than most of the kids. It’s O.K to cry,” John said rubbing her shoulder.
He pulled her towards the parking lot, the only way to divert Anna’s attention. “Let’s go check out our new rides.”
Their Jaws dropped when they saw them. There they are, two new Porsches, parked side by side.
One of them was a shiny dark blue metallic ‘911 Turbo S Cabriolet’ with a black convertible top. This little baby has 530 hp and can do zero to sixty in 3.2 seconds. The leather seats and interior were titanium blue.
Beside it sat a hot Red ‘Cayenne Turbo S’. This SUV has 550 hp and can do zero to sixty in 4.3 seconds. Same as the 911 the interiors were matching red.
Anna danced towards 911 running her hand over the shiny blue exterior. She pulled out the keys, unlocking it and jumping into the driver’s seat, removing her high heels. John got into the side seat when the engine started to purr like a kitten.
“Let’s go for a ride,” Anna shouted and the little 911 shot out like a bullet. The city was glowing with lights and Anna skillfully navigated through the never ending traffic. Finding a small ice cream corner Anna pulled to side and got out.
Bare footed she ran towards ice cream booth and got a couple of cones. She threw one to John. “This calls for a celebration. Look at it, it’s so cute.” Anna’s eyes went all gooey when she looked at it.
“Sure is,” John replied. Well it’s cute but John was more interested in its engine. It has a top track speed of 193 mph. One day he will put it to test.
Beside him Anna was still ogling at the car. At least he succeeded in deviating her or else she would have spent all night crying.
“It’s a pity we will not be using them daily,” John said. He decided to pop its hood at the earliest opportunity and take a look at the engine.
“Yes, it is. It’s ridiculous to use a car for a five minute walk,” Anna said licking the cone.
John took the wheel on the return journey. It handled like a dream. The acceleration and breaking systems were remarkable. He almost broke a couple of traffic rules while testing what the new car is capable of. They repeated same process for the Cayenne.
When they finally got away from their rides, the toll of the really long day took its effect on them. Their dorm floors alternates between the males and females. Anna got out on the fourth floor giving him a fierce hug.
John got out on the next floor and headed towards his room. His roommate whoever he is, hasn’t checked in yet. He changed into his pajamas. He wanted check his emails, some computer game updates but was out like a light within seconds, when his head hit the pillow. Susan.
John rolled over to shut his alarm off and ended face down on his dorm floor, nearly breaking his nose. Cursing he pulled himself up and staggered to the bathroom. What a great way to start a Monday.
Damn! He had full day ahead. The morning session was filled with classes and the afternoon one with a lab. If he was lucky, the lab will not drag on. May be they will get lo leave after the introductions.
In no hurry, John got ready for the day ahead. He met Anna in her floors lounge (every floor had one). She looked great, as usual. They went to the common dining area for breakfast. While eating Anna pulled out their schedule and started scanning them. They were in the same classes throughout the semester, she made sure of that. As both of them wanted to do a major in computers and a minor in management, why not have the same classes. They paid with their student cards, figuring it would be best way, instead of cash.
Anna was babbling about all sorts of things during their five minute walk from the dorm to classrooms. It took them a few minutes to find their classrooms but they finally managed to settle in the center seats with plenty of time. Thanks to Anna and her sense of punctuality they were early than most of the other students.
The classrooms were auditorium styles with a two per bench seating, which means the professor has clear vision of everyone present. The morning session dragged on and on. John sighed when the last hour came to an end.
In less than two hours they were expected in the computer lab. The fact that steely looking professor Bell who thought the third hour, was the one in charge of the lab session didn’t help either.
They had their lunch in the cafeteria and passed the rest of the time. When they entered in to one of the huge computer labs, it was crowded. Professor Bell took three classes and all the three classes’ students were divided into only two lab sessions, one on Monday and the other on Tuesday.
Anna waved to some girls, while the professor bell called for their attention. John caught some one waving to him and turned around to find Leslie. She tried and failed to wiggle towards them.
The noise died down, when the professor started writing something on the black board in the front. For the next half an hour one of the teaching assistants explained what they were expected to do.
“The assignments and projects should be submitted as a group. A single group must contain three members. You can choose you own team mates, so choose wisely,” the TA ended his speech.
Choose wisely. Great how are they supposed to do that when they don’t even know the person next to them? Anna got to work and pulled someone towards them. That’s how he met Susan.

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The webs we weave

My sister, Laura, and I have always been close. But when she came out as a lesbian, everything changed. Our parents wanted nothing to do with her. They kicked her out after she refused to “change her mind”, so she went to live with her girlfriend, Amanda

Holiday Awakening: My cousin Shayla

What promised to be a week filled with fun and catching up with my relatives, turned into so much more (Warning: This story takes some time to get to unfold. If you are here for something quick, this probably isn’t the right story)

Sexual Healing – Part Eight

Connie giggled — something she seldom did — as they stepped off the ferry and started walking arm-in-arm toward the parking lot.
“Okay, wife,” Jerry said. “Explain the mirth.”
“You were so cute at dinner, stalling and stalling and stalling –really, honey, you’d think you were condemned to some gruesome fate.”
“I was not stalling.” He said it with a straight face, but she walked the next few steps turned sideways, staring up at him. Finally he cracked the smile.
“‘I was not stalling,'” she said gravely, mimicking him. “Oh, no, of course not. You always have three cups of coffee and two deserts after dinner at Four Seasons.” They reached the parking lot and began wending their way through the cars.
“I was just trying to prolong a lovely moment. This is a special occasion, you know.”
She burst out with a loud guffaw.
“And I thought it would be, you know, nice to walk past my old apartment, where we first did it.”
Connie’s laughter rebounded, peals of amusement that rang out in the chilly night. Jerry stopped and waited till she had calmed down and caught her breath.
“Honey, it’s 43 degrees. We could have taken a cab instead of walking — and very slowly, I might add — 18 blocks. And ‘nice’? You mean ‘romantic,’ don’t you? Because it was romantic.”
“Yeah, well, I guess so. Kind of.”
She shook her head and suddenly threw herself on him, clinging to him with her arms around his neck. “I love you so much, Gerald.”
“I love you with all of me, Veronica.” He kissed her, his arms easily holding her lithe, small frame. The kiss began sweetly and then got a lot more passionate.
Someone cleared his throat and said, “Okay you kids…” A flashlight winked on. Jerry lowered her and they turned to the cop.
“Sorry about that,” Jerry said. “The term ‘parking lot’ triggers a conditioned reflex in us.”
“And thanks for the ‘you kids’!” Connie added.
The cop walked off, shaking his head and softly chuckling. Holding hands, Jerry and Connie walked slowly to the car and climbed in. Jerry tossed his coat into the backseat and they buckled up.
“Now you’re trying to get me arrested,” Jerry teased as he started the engine.
“For what? Making out with your wife on your anniversary?”
He shifted into gear. “I was thinking more of Rampant Horniness, First Degree, and Consorting With a Known Sex Object.” Connie leaned over. “And what are you doing?”
“Access to my favorite sex object.” She unzipped his trousers and began working his rapidly stiffening cock out of his briefs.
“Hey, you definitely are going to get me busted for lewdness or indecent exposure.”
“Can’t leave you exposed, I guess,” she agreed — and began stuffing as much of his cock into her mouth as she could manage.
Jerry groaned as his wife’s head bobbed between his abdomen and the steering while. Connie sucked happily, her mouth filled with his expanding meat and her tongue busily exploring all the wonderfully familiar nooks and veins she had come to know and love. She was moist under her evening dress. She’d suddenly gotten the impulse to suck her husband’s cock right there, in the restaurant, a la “Shampoo.” For some reason she could not fathom, the urge, the craving, was just there and undeniable. She’d squirmed and fidgeted during the main course, the sorbet, the deserts and coffees. She’d fairly trembled with the urge walking to and then past his old apartment and she’d been unable to sit still during the short ferry ride across the Hudson. The heat and solidity of his pulsing cockhead was exactly what she’d salivated for all evening.
She didn’t want him to cum — not yet — and she knew him so well she was able to keep him just…below…the threshold for the fifteen minutes it took to drive to their home.
But when the car was in the driveway, the lights and engine off, the gear in PARK, Connie turned her head sideways in his lap and murmured, “Come on, honey — gimme gimme gimme GIMME!” She jammed her face back over his cock, taking him to the back of her throat. She sucked hard and slow and let her tongue wriggle against the underside of his big cock. She felt him twitch and she moaned pitifully.
That did it. Jerry let out a soft whimper of surrender and his dick erupted. Connie squirmed and pulled her head back, gulping noisily and sucking just the glans and a little bit of the massive shaft. He spasmed again and this time he flooded her mouth with his hot, beloved semen. She sucked sloppily, knowing how much that aroused him and bobbed her head slightly. His caress on her cheek sent a shiver of love and lust through her. She moaned again as a third geyser shot into her mouth, and began moving her head up and down hungrily, coaxing a fourth, fifth and sixth welcome splattering.
She licked and sucked his dick clean before relinquishing it, then gently stuffed the half-hard length of him back into his trousers. She looked up and saw Jerry leaning his head back to rest on the neck support of the seat. He tilted his face forward and pulled her mouth to his, kissing her hard and sticking his tongue into her mouth. She loved feeling him swirling his tongue around in the mixture of her saliva and the residue of his sperm.
“Baby, you make me so hot!” she breathed into his mouth. “I wanted to do that right after the pate.”
He grinned. “I know. I can tell when that’s what you’re craving. You get this particular look on your face and start getting very, very restless.”
“Oh?”
“And you only get the urge when we’re someplace where it is absolutely impossible — or unwise — to indulge it.”
“Remember ‘Shampoo’?”
“Do I remind you of Warren Beatty?”
“Yccch. What I liked was the brazenness of it. Not to mention Julie Christie. Or was it Goldie Hawn? Whichever. Which reminds me. Let’s go in the house.”
He sighed in resignation. “You’re sure about this? No last-minute doubts?”
She kissed him quickly on the lips. “Let’s get inside.”
“O-kaaaay.” They disentangled and exited the car, then stood in the driveway for a moment, looking at each other across the roof of the car. Jerry cleared his throat. “Bravely go I forth to meet my fate.”
“Your fate.” She snorted. “I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.”
He grinned at her and they entered their home. The only light was in the kitchen, which Connie had switched on before they’d left. “Hmmmm. Looks like your fate hasn’t arrived yet,” she said, removing her coat. Jerry took hers and hung it next to his in the foyer closet. Connie was wearing her drop-dead jet-black Armani sheath, the one with the spaghetti straps across her shoulders. It molded itself to her every lovely curve. She could feel her husband’s gaze on her as she walked gracefully into the kitchen, the high heels stretching her legs, her pert ass twitching under the fabric.
Look and lust, honey, she was thinking. You’re going to need all the lust you can muster before the night is over. And as she thought of what the night had in store for both of them, her nipples hardened and crinkled under the dress and her cunt renewed its moistening. She drew a tumbler of water from the faucet of the filter — New Jersey’s water was officially safe, but the taste was only slightly better than that of the residual semen she was rinsing from the roof of her mouth.
“Want me to bring you something?” she called.
“Some juice?”
She drew a second tumbler of water for herself and poured Jerry a tall glass of his grapefruit juice. She returned to find him sitting stiffly in his favorite chair, a leather recliner half-facing the fireplace. When Jerry was nervous, he always became very still.
Connie handed him the glass. “Fair enough — you already gave me my juice.” She licked her lips for emphasis. He showed little sign of seeing the gesture or hearing the remark.
She folded easily to her knees beside him and rested her arms on his thigh. “Hey — loosen up, honey.”
He cranked his head around to look at her, a machine-like motion. “I’m just afraid — ” He clamped his lips.
“Afraid of what?”
He was silent for a long minute before blurting, “You’ve been telling this woman what a stud you’ve married and she’s all worked up for this and so are you and, well, I just don’t know what I’ll do if I start feeling left out or can’t — can’t — you know: perform.”
She’d considered the possibility that this would come up, so to speak. An introverted man by nature, she’d known that if the worry was really in his mind, he wouldn’t be able to tell her till the last minute. Connie had given this situation thought and had a Plan.
She held his gaze for a moment. “Honey, I can still call Kimberly and cancel this. I don’t — ” She held up one finger, shushing his protest. “I do not want this to become a problem for us. And if you really believe you might find it that much of a worry, I will gladly trade this for us, every time — and never regret it one iota.”
“But — ”
Again she shushed him. “But first, before you decide, I want to show you how much confidence I have in you and how much you should have in you. Deal?”
“But — ”
She glanced at the clock. “This won’t take long. There’s plenty of time. Indulge me?”
He drew a deep breath and slowly let it out. And nodded.
She ducked her head down and graced his thigh with her teeth through his trousers.
“First, will you please get rid of that damn jacket and tie?”
He stood as she leaned back. He began unknotting the tie as he turned toward the stairs and the closet set in the wall beneath the steps.
“No — just toss them onto the couch.”
He shrugged and quickly complied, unbuttoning the collar of his shirt for good measure.
“Isn’t that more comfortable?” she teased, knowing how much he hated having to wear them. She rolled smoothly to her knees. “What do you like best about me?”
That got a genuine smile from him. They’d had this exchange the first night and on many nights since. It was almost a script, but the ritual of the dialogue was a comfortably exciting thing that they enjoyed.
“I like everything about you best!” he answered. Of course.
“That’s sweet, but you know what I mean,” she cued, getting to her feet with the lithe grace only a dancer could supply.
“What?”
She stood before him, fingers laced and hands in front of her, slowly turning a little to the left, a little to the right. She was a shade over five feet tall and after the night’s big meal, was perhaps up to 97 pounds. Her dark hair and big, brown eyes and fair complexion were perfect for the demands of the sheath dress she was wearing and she knew how much it appealed to him.
“Oh, you know — some guys are tit men, some guys are leg men, some are ass men… You know.”
“Oh, *that*!” he said. “Well, I’m really a tit-leg-ass man, but if I had to pick just one — ”
She nodded, exaggerating the gesture.
“I guess — your butt. You’ve got the cutest, ripest, most delectable peach of an ass I’ve ever seen on a woman of legal age.”
“So you like my tush?”
“First time I saw you in that cheerleader’s outfit, bending and strutting, I said to myself, ‘I have got to grab those buns!’ — ”
“And you did — eventually.” She reached up and pulled one spaghetti strap off her left shoulder. “I have a surprise for you.” The other strap was removed. “Special — for my husband, the ass man.” She reached behind herself and nimbly undid the four hooks-and-eyes. She began squirming sensuously. The sheath began to flow off her, lower and lower. Once it was past the pert thrust of her tits, it slid down the rest of the way in a soft, sussurant swish of fine fabric until it lay in a small heap about her ankles.
She stepped back and out of the circle of discarded evening dress.
“Like?” She raised her hands above her head and slowly turned for him. The flimsy, non-support bra was blue and nearly transparent.
So were the thigh-cut panties.
When she had turned a full 360 degrees, she watched her husband swallow.
“I like,” he said simply, his voice thick. His lovely, petite wife stood before him in her bra, panties and — this was a first, really — garters and stockings.
“That’s new,” he said, raising his eyebrows. “The stockings.”
“Got the idea from Emily.” She’d told him some things about Emily — including her remarkable tongue — but not about what she and Kim had done with Emily.
“Thank her for me.”
She smiled slightly and turned to her right, then executed a majestically smooth bend from the waist. Her knees stayed straight, as did her back and shoulders. She bent lower and lower, until her forearms were wrapped around her calves, her nose was against her knees and her gorgeous little butt was outthrust in all its rounded glory, inside the taut, blue sheen of the panties.
Connie could hear his breathing grow shallow. She watched his fingers twitch, the jerky stretching of his arm. His hand came to rest in a long caress on her ass, his palm almost covering one cheek, his splayed finger lightly pressing the other.
“Step up behind me,” she whispered, voice throaty. “Get close behind me. I want to feel you pressing against me.”
He moved like a man in a dream, coming around behind her. His cock was as hard as a piece of steel, throbbing down his right thigh within his trouser leg. He bent his knees and pressed the stiff, throbbing meat into the shallow crack of her ass. She felt the thickness of his shaft between her ass cheeks, saw the bulge of the pants-covered glans protruding below her crotch.
Her soaked crotch.
He had both hands on her ass now and they wouldn’t stay still. His hands slid around her hips, up to her waist, around to her tummy.
She stood slowly, gracefully, back and legs straight. His hands slid up to her breasts, cupping and caressing them through the thin bra, then squeezing them carefully, finally pinching her hardened nipples and eliciting a soft “Oh!” from her. She let herself lean back into him, the back of her head against his chest, as he savored her lithe charms. She flexed her ass cheeks against his cock, felt his dick surge in response.
She turned within his arms. Her hands went to his waist, quickly undoing belt, waistband and zipper, pushing trousers and briefs down his heavily-muscled thighs. His cock popped out, long and hard and thick. She felt its heat against her bare stomach as she straightened. His fingers were tugging clumsily at the bra, searching for the clasp, fumbling it open.
“I’ve got to have you, honey,” she breathed. “Can’t wait — got to have you inside me right now. Lay down right there, right there…” As she spoke, she fumbled at the buttons of his shirt.
He settled gawkily to the carpet as she shrugged out of the bra. She stepped over him and pushed the now sopping panties down just below her cunt, leaving them about her thighs.
Connie crouched over him, ankles to either side of his hips, knees close together.
“Hold it in place for me!” she hissed. She felt his stiff meat sear her thigh just below the panties, shifted to the side and settled her dripping cunt against her husband’s big prick. She pressed down, trying to force herself onto it. With her thighs close together and her torso tensed in her unbalanced crouch, she was even tighter than usual. She worked her hips from side to side, trying to wedge her cunt onto his big pole.
She finally captured more of the fat, smooth glans between her labia.
“Grab me!” she moaned. “Pull me down!”
His hands slid up her legs to her hips. He held them as if they were a basketball and pressed her down over him.
“YEEE-ESSS!” she screamed as his knob finally penetrated her hungry cunt. “YES!” He pulled her down onto him as he pressed up. She felt his cock — it seemed even larger than usual — boring inexorably up into her cunt, her womb, her stomach, her lungs. She shrieked again and shook as she finally settled her tautly stretched cunt lips against the bony ring at the base of his straining dick. She felt impaled, helpless and totally loved by the man she loved. Her cunt was convulsing over him even before he started jerking her hips up and down over his rampant prick. His cock was smoothing all the little wrinkles and bumps in her cunt, ironing and stretching them and finally testing her limits as he thrust up into her and pulled her down onto him.
Connie tried to hump herself up and down over her husband’s cock, but somehow, she just couldn’t seem to get her coordination. Every time she tensed to lift herself, she was clenching her cunt down on his cock and — BOOM! — she’d be cumming again.
He pulled her down against his chest. His chest hairs scraped her nipples, adding to her arousal. She slobbered on the side of his neck and his shoulder, incoherent sounds of sheer pleasure escaping her lips. Beneath her, Jerry was hunching his hips up at her while his hand, clamped over her small, hard ass, pumped her atop him. It seemed to Connie as if the orgasms never completely stopped, now; they diminished occasionally, but — like ocean waves — never completely faded.
Suddenly, Jerry was rolling her onto her back, then cranking her legs, so slim and limber, up and back — farther — farther — farther, till her calves were almost behind her ears. She felt her quimcontracting on him, shortening.
When he was poised above her, his powerful torso supported on his outstretched arms, she felt as if she were being skewered. Skewer-screwed, she thought. Skewered.
“Skewered,” she mumbled, gasping as he began to sink into her. She felt unbelievably full. She could watch her own abdomen bulge as his fat, hard dick pushed deeper and deeper into her.
“Wazzat?” he gasped.
“Skewer-screwed,” she whispered. “Skewered”
He bottomed out inside her. She thought his knob must be somewhere in the vicinity of her duodenum. Maybe her larynx. Her tummy convulsed as the orgasms began rising through her again.
He pulled back slowly and held himself above her, suspended on hands and toes so the only points of contact were the backs of her thighs against stomach and her filled-to-bursting cunt.
Jerry began jabbing down with his hips, quick, twirling thrusts that screwed his cock into her, pressing all the wonderful little hidey-holes of pleasure in her vagina. Connie was beyond screaming, now; the pleasure had sucked the breath from her. She could do no more than lay back and receive the wonderful poling her husband was giving her — receive and enjoy.
As he rammed his cock in and out of her, he let his legs bend till his knees were resting on the carpet and slowly began straightening. He took her ankles in his hands and pulled them together, then held both slim ankles in one powerful hand. All the time, his strokes never ceased, his big prick driving deep into her recesses, then pulling back, her tight little labia coating his wide girth.
He brought his free hand down to her face, caressing her cheek with his fingertips. Her eyes popped open, wide, and slowly she focused on his face. She saw the lust and hunger there, and the love and tenderness.
“Oh, baby,” she managed to whisper. There was more, but she couldn’t make her mouth work to say it. Later, she vowed silently.
The hand moved lower, to her mouth. She was holding her lower lip between her teeth. She opened her mouth and greedily sucked at his finger, tonguing it as if it were his cock…
…or Kimberly’s nipple…
…before he pulled it free and lightly caressed her stiffened nipple, then tweaked it. She groaned, deep and loud, as yet another orgasm careened through her.
His cock, all the time pistoning in and out and in and out, deeper and farther, stretching and reaming, so goood, so goooood…
“So goooooood,” she moaned.
His hand went lower, over her solar plexus, her belly, her abdomen. It finally paused, fingers splayed and palm flat, just above her pubis.
He smiled and pressed down as he pushed his cock balls’ deep into her soaked cunt. That tiny, magical bundle of nerves in the top wall of her vagina was compressed against the top of his cock.
Connie felt reality fading as her eyes rolled up and just the whites showed. It was as if all sensation were draining from her body to the focal point of her cunt, to that one spot in her cunt — and then the pleasure exploded outward, suffusing her, filling her to exploding, saturating her nerves, her skin, then growing more and more intense until she was sure she’d burst into orgasmic flame and then:
“AHHHHHHHH!”
Her cry shattered the panting quiet as the most intense orgasm of her experience burst through her entire being. She couldn’t remember the time before its beginning, couldn’t imagine the time after its end; it was a forever orgasm, unending and a time unto itself. And it seemed perpetual, consuming, possessing. She came and came and came, harder and harder, dimly aware of the components: his big cock throbbing inside her, his hand holding her ankles, his hand pressing her abdomen, her clitoris quivering, her nipples responding to molecule of air.
And then she became aware of his prick motionless inside her. No, not motionless — no longer plunging, but not motionless. It was throbbing, spasming. She could feel his balls, tight and heavy against her upturned little ass, jerking. She could feel his hot semen spraying and splashing inside her, feel her cunt stretching with each swelling and explosion. She could feel him cumming inside her cumming cunt and it all went higher and brighter until she had become a single, quivering nerve, a gigantic clitoris — cumming.
He finally sagged above her and slowly, almost gracefully, rolled her into his arms as he slid onto his back, panting like a marathon runner. His shriveling prick was still trapped in the yet-spasming slickness of her cunt and she let herself coat his flesh with hers as she remembered that vow.
“My darling,” she whispered, barely loud enough for him to hear. “My darling, “You’re the only one I’ll ever need. I may want others, from time to time, but you’re the only one I’ll ever need, and I’ll always need you.”
He kissed the her forehead. “I love you so much, Veronica.”
She kissed his shoulder. “I love you, Gerald.”
“I’ve never seen you cum that hard or that long.”
She shivered. Even the imperfect memory was nearly enough to make her cum again. “I’ve never cum that hard in my life. Or that long.”
“I feel like you got all the moisture in my body.” He chuckled, a quiet, throaty rumble. “I think you’ve done me in. I’m afraid your friend is going to be disappointed.”
She remembered her plan, abruptly. “No, she won’t. If Kimberly isn’t enough to turn you on, and I’m not, and if the two of us together aren’t, then I know something that’s guaranteed to put some more lead in your pencil.”
“Better be high-octane lead.”
She tightened her cunt on him. He grunted.
“It will be.” She snuggled closer “Can you see the clock?”
She felt him shift. “Nine-fifty-five.”
She relaxed even more. “Good. Let’s just stay like this for a few minutes. We have time for some snuggling and a shower.”
“Oh?”
“Trust me.”
He began humming the theme from “Raiders of the Lost Ark.”
“You’re silly,” she accused.
“You’re sexy.”
She hummed against his shoulder and let herself relax in the cradle of his arms. Just a few minutes, she told herself…
…”Huh?”
“You dozed off. Ten after ten.”
Connie pulled herself up on him, slowly disconnecting his cock from her cunt. It slurped out of her just as her lips reached his. They kissed lightly for a moment, then passionately, then lightly again before she rolled off him. She pulled her knees up under herself, then stood. She could feel his juice and hers seeping from between her cunt lips. She felt unbelievably sexy looking down at the long, hard-muscled length of him — sexy, and fabulously lucky. She couldn’t dare even hope that he felt the same way about her, but he did; her heart knew it.
“Shower — me first!” she said, feeling suddenly childish. She grinned and hurried up the stairs, leaving him to gather their clothes.
Connie was just stepping under the hot spray — she’d douched first; had to be fresh and tasty! — when Jerry stuck his head into the shower. “Need some help?” He leered excessively.
“And you claimed you couldn’t get it up again!”
“Well, it’s as limp as a washrag, so I figured — ”
She held her palms so the spray glanced off her hands at his face. He retreated hastily. Connie finished her shower and toweled off. She stepped into the bedroom wearing the big bath towel like an Island Girl and found her husband carefully tucking in the bedspread. He was wearing his yellow, terry-cloth robe. The clock said 10:23. Kim was due between 10:30 and 10:45.
“Your turn.” She jerked her thumb at the door to the bathroom.
He nodded, expression somber — but not unhappy. As he was walking past her, she stopped him with a hand on his forearm. “Tell me what you feel?”
“I love you and I’m a little uneasy about this…but — okay, I guess. I know I can’t get off again for a few hours.”
She stopped the impulse to smile or speak.
“So I feel like, well, I’m going to see my lover have a wonderful time with a beautiful woman, and that sounds fine. So — okay. But I wonder what I should wear.”
She tugged the lapel of the robe. “This is just fine.”
“Seriously.”
She did smile, now. “Your favorite jeans and a sweatshirt, okay? Just — relaxed, right?”
“Right.”
She stretched up on her tiptoes and kissed him lightly. “Go shower.”
Connie waited till she heard the shower running, then quickly slipped into her purple camisole, matching bikini panties and negligee. She walked barefoot downstairs to the living room and quickly put the tape into the VCR. The timer said 10:32. She was just cinching the sash of the negligee when the doorbell rang.
Smiling confidently, hearing the sounds of the shower where her wonderful husband was lathering herself, Connie opened the front door and welcomed Kimberly…
….and Emily.

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