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Breakdown Pt. 02

This story is intended as ADULT entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or language, please DO NOT read any further.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters and events portrayed in it are fictional, and any resemblance to real people or incidents is purely coincidental. The author does not necessarily condone or endorse any of the activities described.

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Copyright © 2006 Nick Scipio. All rights reserved.

The phone rang. Henry answered it brusquely. He'd already spent most of the morning arguing with Aly—about Leanne. Unfortunately, her arguments found fertile ground, and he was beginning to question his commitment to his wife. So he was glad for the distraction of dealing with the broken-down truck.

"Ready when you are, Hank," Tyler said. "Do you want me to pick you up at the Grand?"

"Please," Henry said. "I'll meet you out front in five minutes."

When he hung up, Aly stood and reached for her cell phone.

"Uh-uh," Henry said immediately. "You stay here."

She arched a defiant eyebrow.

He softened, but didn't give in. "Look, Aly, I need some time alone. Okay?"

She searched his eyes for a moment. Then hers softened as well, and she smiled. "Sure, Dad." She made a vague gesture. "I'm sorry. I just hate what Mom does to you. You deserve better than that. You deserve someone who loves you. Instead..." She made another gesture, full of anger and frustration. "You deserve better."

"I know, kitten, but you take what life gives you."

"What if life isn't fair?"

He laughed with genuine amusement. It was his first laugh in hours. "Life isn't fair, sweetheart. That's why you have to grab the bull by the horns and take what you can get."

They heard the diesel clatter of the tow truck outside, and they shared a final look. Aly crossed to him and he hugged her.

"I love you, Dad," she said. "I just want you to be happy."

Tyler towed the rental truck to his garage and quickly confirmed the problem: the transmission.

"I can't fix it here," he said gravely. "It needs a complete rebuild."

"What are my options?" Henry asked.

"You can call Ryder and get 'em to send me a new transmission. Or I can take the transmission to Shamrock. I know a place there that can rebuild it for you." He wiped his hands. "But it seems to me like this is Ryder's problem, not yours."

Henry nodded. Unfortunately, he'd been preoccupied with Aly all morning, so he hadn't called the company's emergency number. He took out his cell phone and called Jayne instead. She'd get results faster than he would, and she'd be more polite in the process. Five minutes later, she called him back.

"You should be getting a call in a few minutes," she said.

The phone beeped. "Thanks, Jayne," he said. "They're on the other line now."

Fifteen minutes later, Henry wanted to fling the phone across the dusty parking lot. The rental company insisted on sending their own mechanic, who wouldn't arrive until later that day. They wouldn't send a new transmission until their own man looked at the truck. Henry understood the business logic behind their decision, but it still irked him. At some point, customer service was more important than the bottom line. He should know!

He resigned himself to the wait. Tyler went to work on a broken tractor, while Henry spent the afternoon on the phone. His cell phone battery died in the middle of a conference call, so he had Jayne patch him in on Tyler's battered office phone. He spent four hours holed up in the cramped and grimy office, either talking on the phone or receiving faxes on Tyler's ancient thermal fax machine.

At four o'clock, when the Ryder mechanic still hadn't arrived, he called Jayne again. She called him back with the news that the mechanic had had a breakdown of his own. Henry wanted to pound the desk in helpless frustration. Unfortunately, that wouldn't do any good.

He called the truck company and worked his way through people until he was talking to the fleet manager. The man promised that the mechanic would arrive first thing in the morning, Saturday or not. Henry gritted his teeth and hung up.

"Sorry, Hank," Tyler said from the doorway.

"It's not your fault," Henry grumbled. He forced a smile. "What do I owe you for the tow and rental of your office? I think I used most of your fax paper."

"Aw, let's just see how this whole thing plays out," Tyler said. "Besides, Ryder should pay for everything."

Henry agreed. "But I don't want you to get stiffed."

"I trust you," Tyler said.

"You're a good man," Henry said.

They shook hands, and Henry walked back to the hotel.

"You look exhausted," Aly said as soon as she saw him.

He smiled bleakly. He plugged his cell phone into the charger and sank into a chair. In addition to the real work he'd done, fighting with the truck company had been an ordeal. But he was used to cutting through red tape, and the frustration made him even more determined. Aly started rubbing his shoulders.

"Why don't you take a shower and get cleaned up," she suggested.

Tyler's office had been dusty. Henry didn't care at the time, but he realized that he probably looked like he'd spent the day in a Panhandle garage.

A few minutes into his shower, Aly knocked on the bathroom door. She opened it without waiting for an answer. The shower curtain was transparent, so Henry shielded his privates.

"I brought you some extra towels," she said. "And when you're done, I'll give you a massage. How's that sound?"

He had mixed feelings about the idea, but he didn't want to disappoint her. "Sure, kitten, that sounds great."

She closed the door and he was alone with his thoughts.

Ten minutes later, he emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his waist. He used another to dry his hair and torso. Aly smiled at him, but her eyes seemed to roam over his body. She looked... hungry. Fortunately, he was too tired to react, and his dick remained mercifully limp.

She spread a towel on the bed. "Here," she said. "You just lay here and relax."

He settled on his stomach and crossed his arms beneath his chin. Then he closed his eyes and replayed his afternoon. The conference call had gone surprisingly well. His other calls were a mixed bag of problems and opportunities. Fortunately, he had the ability to either fix the problems or turn them into opportunities.

Aly climbed onto the bed and settled on his towel-covered behind. "Just relax, Dad," she said softly. Then she began kneading his shoulders, and he groaned softly. She was using some kind of warm oil—it smelled like flowers—but he didn't care. He tried to turn his thoughts back to business, but he couldn't focus. Instead, his mind wandered.

Why had Aly been flashing him for two days? And why had she dropped so many innuendos? He wasn't stupid—he understood her looks and comments. She had to know that. So why?

Was she trying to seduce him? Was that what this morning's conversation had been about? He knew he shouldn't talk with her about his problems with Leanne, but she seemed to know about them already. And she seemed to be suggesting... an alternative.

His mind balked at the idea, but his dick twitched in spite of his conscious reaction. Aly reminded him of Leanne, back when his then-future-wife was Miss Bexar County Fair. When they'd first met, Leanne was an ambitious beauty queen, with luxurious dark hair and natural breasts. She'd had pubic hair back then, too. Henry grinned at the memory.

Aly's body was just like Leanne's had been: lithe and slim, but curvy in all the right places. Henry felt his penis growing, and he shifted to let it expand. His mind returned to Leanne, but after a few moments, he found himself thinking about Aly again. He knew he shouldn't, but he couldn't stop himself.

"Are you ready for me to do the front?" Aly said.

Henry's eyes snapped open. The last thing he wanted was for Aly to see the lump of his hard-on.

"C'mon, Dad," she said. She swatted his butt as she climbed off him. "Roll over."

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that she was nude. At first he was shocked—so shocked that he simply rolled over when she prodded him. His shock turned to arousal and he tried to suppress it by force of will alone. Aly casually climbed onto the bed and settled astride his hips. Her pussy was right over his...

She smiled. "Someone's enjoying himself," she said, grinning slyly.

He started to get up, his face hot with embarrassment.

She put a hand on his chest and held him down. "Just relax," she said. She poured more oil onto her hand and set the bottle aside. Then she began rubbing his chest.

The oil was cool, but Henry barely noticed. He shut his eyes, but the backs of his eyelids played images of Aly's pert, round, succulent...

Stop it! he cried silently.

He felt a pressure on his erection, and he realized that it must be her pussy. He wanted to reach down and...

Stop it, he told himself again, sternly this time.

Aly's hands felt good, but her hips felt better. She wasn't being blatant about it, but she was rubbing his dick with her pussy. He knew that in the process, she was also rubbing herself. He wondered if her pussy was wet.

He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to control his imagination. It didn't do any good. He imagined her body over him as she rocked herself on his dick. He could almost feel the softness of her thighs, the heat of her pussy. He opened his eyes with a start.

He could feel the heat of her pussy.

She smiled down at him. Then she moved lower, her hands on his sides, her hips over his thighs. He breathed a sigh of relief. Without her rubbing his towel-covered dick, he could control his desire. He'd kept it in control for years, whenever Leanne refused him. He wasn't going to lose control now, especially with his own daughter.

He closed his eyes and tried to focus on anything but Aly's body. When that didn't work, he tried going over business figures. That didn't work either. He decided to sit up, but froze when he felt her hands at his waist.

Without a word, she pulled his towel open. Cool air bathed his penis and testicles. His erection jerked, and every fiber of his being screamed at him to get up, to run away, to do anything but lie there and let her do... whatever.

His imagination betrayed him. He imagined her straddling his hips and lowering herself onto his erection. He imagined her sucking him. He hadn't had a blowjob in years—Leanne used to do it, but not anymore. Not for him, at least. He wanted Aly to suck him now. He knew he shouldn't think of his daughter that way, but he couldn't stop himself. He imagined her...

She stroked his dick.

Pleasure shot through his body. A wave of guilt followed close behind.

"Just relax," she said, her voice soft and oh-so-reasonable. She stroked him again. She must have put more oil on her hands—her fingers slipped over his shaft.

Henry knew he should stop her, but it had been so long! He swallowed hard, his emotions warring within him. Her hands felt incredible, but she was his daughter. He wanted to come, but if he did, he'd never be able to look her in the eye again. He wanted her to mount him, but he needed to stop her before...

"Mmm, nice," she said, soft and sultry. She stroked him with one hand and kneaded his balls with the other.

Pleasure seared through him and he jerked as though he'd touched a live wire. He clamped his eyes shut and tried to focus through the roaring in his ears. He jerked again and felt a splash of hot semen on his belly. She stroked him, her hand strong and sure. He felt another surge of pleasure, along with another hot gush.

"That's it," she urged quietly, still pumping.

He felt warm all over. Aly kept stroking him, although she avoided his sensitive head. He grew soft quickly, but she didn't pull her hands away.

He knew he should say something, but what? He didn't want to tell her how good he felt, but he didn't want to hurt her feelings, either. What she'd done was wrong, but at least it wasn't sex. He kept telling himself that, over and over again. He didn't quite believe it, but it was all he had.

He struggled to sit up, weak from the intensity of his orgasm. Aly smiled at him. Her breasts were shiny with oil, and they rose and fell with her breathing. He tore his eyes away and met hers. She smiled again, a little whimsically.

"Let me get a towel and I'll clean you up," she said. "And then we can go to dinner. I'm starving. Okay?"

He could only nod.

All through dinner, Henry wanted to talk about what had happened. It was wrong. They couldn't do it again. But a tingling warmth still filled him, and his dick twitched every time he shifted in his seat. He kept up his side of the conversation—about her summer internship, of all things—but a part of him focused on how to prevent a recurrence of...

He called it what it was: incest. It wasn't exactly sex, but it was still wrong. Worse, he remembered what he'd been thinking at the time. His face heated at the memory.

They finished their meal and walked across the street to the hotel. He worked up the nerve to say something, but lost the thread when she smiled at him. She looked so beautiful, so innocent. She didn't look like the girl—the woman, he corrected—who had given him a handjob earlier. She looked like what she was: a teenager out with her father. He felt his determination wither and die.

When they reached their rooms, she changed into a pair of shorts and a midriff T-shirt. The shirt clung to her braless breasts. Her nipples made little shadows when the light was right. She sat cross-legged in the center of the bed, TV remote in hand.

"What do you want to watch?" she asked.

Aly, we can't do that again, he silently told her, working up the nerve to say it for real. It's my fault. I should've stopped it.

"How about something on HBO?"

I love you, and you're my daughter. I'm flattered that you... He stopped. He sounded condescending, even to himself. I think you're a beautiful girl, but... Too patronizing. I know you love me, but... Too wishy-washy.

"Do you want to watch something else? CNN?"

"Whatever you want, sweetheart," he said. He snorted softly at the double meaning of his words.

For her part, Aly seemed perfectly comfortable with what had happened. What I let happen, Henry sternly told himself. I could've stopped it, anytime. He knew the lie as soon as he thought it. He couldn't have stopped it any more than he could've stopped the truck from breaking down.

He yearned to be home, where he wouldn't have to face the shame of what he'd done. He glanced at her. She smiled at him again, the corners of her mouth quirking whimsically.

Henry steeled his nerve and vowed not to repeat his moment of weakness. If it didn't happen again, he wouldn't have to talk about it. He kept telling himself that as he gazed at the TV with sightless eyes.

After an hour of mindless television, Aly yawned. "Are you ready for bed?"

He desperately hoped she'd go to her own room.

"If you don't mind, I'll sleep in here tonight," she said, dashing his hopes for a painless separation.

"I don't know..."

"I forgot to call the manager about my air conditioner," she said. "It still makes a racket. I can't sleep with it on."

Henry didn't think she'd "forgotten" at all.

"Please, Dad?"

"Sure, sweetheart. I can sleep on the floor."

"Oh, don't be silly."

They went round and round for two minutes. She was insistent, but Henry had made up his mind.

"Okay, fine," she said at last, exasperated. "If you're going to be unreasonable, I'll just sleep in my room. I won't have you sleep on the floor."

That started a second round of arguing, and Henry eventually agreed to sleep in his own bed... with Aly.

"I'll be good," she said, sensing his reluctance. "I promise."

He didn't want to disappoint her, but he couldn't—could not—allow a repeat of what had happened.

Aly changed into her sheer top and panties while Henry went into the bathroom to change into his silk pajamas. He tried not to look at her as she climbed into her side of the bed. He turned out the bedside light and rolled away from her. It took him a long time to get to sleep.

He was dreaming, and Leanne was sucking his dick. Her lips felt so good. He moaned and put his hand on her head. She liked it when he did that. Her hair was soft and silken under his fingers. Her lips felt even better. She sucked gently and then pulled back, her lips tight around his shaft.

He wasn't close to coming, although he could feel the pressure building in his balls. She didn't particularly like the taste of semen, but she still let him come in her mouth. She even swallowed. He thought about the first time she'd given him a blowjob, years ago, in the back seat of his old Chevy.

She hadn't been very good at giving head then, but she learned quickly. She wasn't a virgin, but she hadn't had many boyfriends. Henry was the first to come in her mouth. She liked the thrill of new sex. But he couldn't remember the last time...

She took him deep and he groaned softly. Her lips felt wonderful, the perfect combination of strong and supple. She circled the head of his cock with her tongue. He was getting closer, and he began moving his hips.

She put her hand on his balls and massaged them through the silk pajamas. The feeling was exquisite, smooth and hot at the same time. He thrust his hips and held her head down. She took him as deep as she could. He was close. Very close.

The pressure mounted in his balls and he felt the familiar tingling. He grunted once and held her head down. She groaned in surprise, but didn't push him away. Instead, she pumped him with her fist. He felt a jolt of intense pleasure as he spurted in her mouth.

When his orgasm finally subsided, he mumbled his thanks and told her he loved her. He hadn't said that in a while.

Henry opened his eyes and gazed at the ceiling. Leanne was nestled beside him. He had his arm around her, and she had one of her legs thrown over his. She felt warm and soft and lithe, like when they were first married.

With a shock of realization, he came fully awake—Aly was beside him. Luckily, he didn't have his usual morning erection, despite his incredibly erotic dream. He tried to separate himself without waking her.

She stirred. "Mmm, what time is it?" she mumbled.

He glanced at the clock. "Six thirty-two."

He pulled from under her and swung his legs over the side of his bed. He stood up and immediately felt a draft. His fly was open. He looked down in shock. He tried to re-button his pajamas, but his fingers were trembling.

It was a dream, he told himself feverishly. It was all a dream.

Had Aly...? Had he...?

He rushed into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. It felt cool against his back. His chest heaved from more than the effort of dashing across the room.

"Are you okay, Dad?" Aly called after him.

Oh, my God, he thought. What have I done?

Aly didn't say anything over breakfast, and neither did he. Before they were done, Tyler called with the news that the Ryder mechanic had arrived. A disconnected sense of calm settled over Henry as he focused on the truck instead of his other problems. He left the waitress a twenty and then he and Aly walked to the garage.

The Ryder mechanic quickly decided that the truck needed a new transmission. Henry and Tyler shared an irritated "We told you so" look. The new man slid from under the truck and wiped his hands.

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Kat and I Go on a Camping Trip

Ekim 2, 2024 Yazar admin 0

I asked Kat out on our first date in May of 1978. I had known her for a few years, but she had been dating Steve, a friend of mine from high school. But she caught him cheating when she surprised him with a visit to Kent State. We were all just this side or that side of twenty years old.

I was making pizzas at one of those places that delivers in thirty minutes or it’s free. She came in just after closing time on a slow night. I had forgotten to lock the door and turn off the sign, but my register was already in the back office.

“Hi Kat, haven’t seen you in a while.”

“Can you make me a pepperoni and mushroom, extra cheese and extra sauce?”

I knew I shouldn’t, but seeing her standing there, I knew that I would. She was the perfect girl-next-door type; long blonde hair and bright blue eyes, about five foot five and filling out her tube-top and short shorts with all the right curves. What would you have done?

“Technically, I can’t coz we’re closed,” I said, and her smile started to fade. “My register is already in the back, but I can do you a favor, if you’ll do one for me.”

She looked at me suspiciously. “What’s the favor?”

“Let me take you out sometime,” I said, “and I’ll even make it for free.” Her smile came back, but it had a more mischievous curl.

“So, is this how you get girls to go out with you? Does this actually work?”

“Well, I’m hoping it will work with you,” I replied. “But this is the first time I’ve tried this, so we’ll see.” I came out from behind the counter, and as I locked the door so no one else would come in, I said, “So, do we have a deal?”

“It better be a good pizza, but sure. Why not?”

She watched while I pounded the dough, spinning and flipping it above my head, then laid out the sauce, cheese, and put the pepperoni on like I was dealing cards in Vegas. I grabbed two handfuls of ‘shrooms and shook my hands over the ‘za, and like magic, got them scattered evenly in one go. I put some more cheese over the top.

“Have you ever put magic mushrooms on one of those?” she asked, as I slid it into the oven.

“I think that would be a bit heavy,” I said. I moved closer to her and could smell her perfume–sandalwood and patchouli. I dropped my voice so only she could hear. “And besides, I don’t have any.”

She seemed a little disappointed.

“But I do have some blotter acid.”

The look on her pretty face was inviting and eager. “Oh, I’ve never done that. Is it like ‘shrooms?”

“Even better,” I said as I put her pie in the oven. “In fact, I’m going camping this weekend. It’s much cooler to do it in nature, so do you wanna come along? Randy and Lori are going to be out there, I think, so we can make it a double date.”

Her eyes lit up and she said, “Sure, I love camping.”

I wasn’t surprised. Everybody loved camping in rural Ohio. It was cheap, there were a lot of sites, both public and private, and not much else to do. Concerts were a luxury, not because they were expensive, but because they didn’t come around very often, and the nearest place to see a band was over an hour’s drive on a two-lane highway.

So, while she waited, she gave me her number and address, and we made arrangements for me to pick her up.

Saturday morning, I packed up my old 1964 Rambler American with my tent, sleeping bags, a cooler full of ice and some wine coolers, which were a big fad back then, and, wrapped in plastic and aluminum foil, eight hits of goony bird blotter acid and headed over to Kat’s place.

She was sitting on the front porch in her daisy maes, a bikini top that was a size too small, and her long blonde hair done up in a ponytail. The flannel shirt over her shoulders was unbuttoned and tied around her midriff, which made her cleavage all the more noticeable. She had no makeup on, and didn’t need any. I could see her freckles reflected in her mirrored sunglasses. She looked good enough to eat, and I was pretty sure that she was on the menu, if I played my cards right. What happened next, left me with no doubts.

I got out and met her as she came around the car, opened her door and dropped her backpack into the back seat. I took a Salem out of the pack in my shirt pocket and handed it to her, but she stuck it behind her ear. Then gave me a kiss.

The kiss started out quickly, but a few minutes later, we were still tasting each other’s tongues. I felt light-headed and had to come up for air. “Wow, that was some kiss!”

“Well, if we have fun, you might get another.” Kat had a devious smile that went under her sunglasses.

“Oh, I guarantee, we’re gonna have fun.” I closed her door, got back in, started the Rambler, and we took off.

I lit up a doobie of some Thai Stick and passed it to her. Back then, Mexican was about all you could get in Ohio, but I knew the right people, so we got a good buzz going. I put in the “Rumours” tape from Fleetwood Mac, as we cruised down Hanley Road. She started singing “Go Your Own Way” and it was so bad that I started singing, too. We were so off-key, we cracked each other up. I flipped the güvenilir bahis tape. By the time “Gold Dust Woman” came on, we were sung out. She slid over next to me and laid her head on my shoulder. We just enjoyed the closeness as the road wound around the hills and the tree branches blocked out the bright sun.

Randy and Lori were already there, and had their tent set up on the most level spot when we got to the clearing. Lori had naturally curly red hair in tight ringlets, and not just on her head, but also peeking out from under her arms–the perfect hippie chick.

“Hi Randy,” I said as I got out. “Nice tie-dye, Lori.”

Randy, like me, had on canvas cargo shorts, a flannel shirt, sleeves rolled up, tennis shoes, and a baseball cap.

“You got here early and got the best spot.” I opened the trunk and started setting up camp on the other level spot, about twenty yards away, right at the crest of the sixty-foot cliff that overlooked the waterfall.

“The early bird and all that,” Randy said with a smirk. “Did you bring it?”

I pulled the cooler out of the trunk, looking dismayed. “Oh no! Shit, shit, shit!” I frantically checked my pockets, then threw open the cooler and tossed him a wine cooler. Then I pulled out the plastic bag with the foil packet inside it, and it was my turn to laugh. “I wouldn’t forget this.”

I put it back and passed out the first round of wine coolers. Kat and Lori took theirs and went to a sunny spot on the other side of the waterfall to work on their tans, while I set up the tent.

“Hey, we should get some more firewood for tonight,” I said.

Randy had already gathered some, but it wasn’t enough, so we took off up the trail and carried armloads of sticks and branches back to the camp until we had stacked enough to last the night.

“Hey, I got some Thai Stick yesterday,” and pulled a joint from my shirt pocket and fired it up.

Randy whistled, one of those piercing, three-fingers in your mouth whistles, and barked, “Are we going to wait all day to get high, or what?”

A moment later, Kat and Lori came jogging down the path. We found places to sit in the shade, and I handed out four more wine coolers. Three coolers for each of us and another joint while Randy and I made faces and the girls gossiped about everyone they knew.

Randy looked at me and said, “Hey, I’m going to make a small fire and start some grub.”

“I think I’m going to take Kat down to the waterfall and get wet, if I can distract her from Lori.”

“I think I can help you with that,” he said, and called out. “Lori, you wanna help me make some lunch?”

“Kat,” I said, “why don’t we take a little hike and get wet under the waterfall?”

They looked over at us, giggled, and kept talking.

I grabbed some towels and walked over to them. “There’s something I want to show you down there.”

“It’s a surprise. Lori knows, and I think you’ll like it.”

Lori looked up at me like I was intruding on their girl-time, then she got it.

“Oh, I know what he wants to show you,” she said, with a grin. “You should go.”

Kat stood up and looked at me dubiously.

“Well, if she’s already seen your dick, then you show it to me right here.”

“I might show you my dick down there, but that’s not what I’m taking you down to see,” I told her. “And Lori has not seen it before.” I turned to her and offered my hand to help her get up.

“But if you ever want to…” I said, and laughed.

She took my hand and stood up.

“If it’s bigger than Randy’s, it would only be for curiosity. I almost can’t handle the monster he’s got.”

As she walked by, I took a swat at her ass, and missed. I offered my hand to Kat and she took it, but watched Lori head over to Randy as she stood up.

“So, Randy has a bigger dick than you?” she asked, with a smirk.

Randy and I had gym class in high school, so I had to admit it was true. “Not that much bigger, put your eyes back in your pretty little head,” I said, and slapped her on her ass.

She turned around quickly, her cheeks flushing red.

“How did you know I liked that,” she whispered. “Did Steve talk about me to you?”

“No, he didn’t tell me anything.” And then it was my turn to smirk, “But, you just did.” I handed her a towel and started walking.

We followed the steep and narrow trail that led to the catch pool, rigged on the billowy pines and firs, and listened to the enticing sound of the water. The pool was deep enough to swim in, swollen from spring rain. She peeled off her flannel shirt, and unbuttoned her shorts.

“Hey,” she said with a wink, “should we skinny dip?” She reached up to untie her bikini top. “I’ll show you mine, if you show me yours…”

We did a little striptease for each other. She took of off her top as I pulled my T-shirt over my head.

“Can I touch those,” I asked, moving towards her.

“If you don’t, it’s going to be a long and boring weekend,” she replied, taking a step towards me. “After all, you promised me some fun.”

She yasal bahis siteleri held out her hand and I took it and spun her towards me, her back meeting my chest; and I grabbed her tits, kneading them, squeezing her nipples, and rubbing my growing erection against her ass. She rubbed against me and her unbuttoned shorts started to slip down her waist. On their way down, I grabbed her ass and spun her around for a kiss.

“Fresh,” she said.

“No, cheeky,” I replied.

She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue into my mouth. No one had ever done that before, and I liked it, so I gave her another swat in appreciation and she backed away.

“So now you’ve seen mine.” She did a little pirouette and kicked her shorts off her ankle.

“My turn, then.” I pulled my shorts down over my eight-inch cock and threw them on top of hers. “Acceptable?” I asked.

She grabbed my crank and gave it a yank.

“That is more than acceptable,” she said with a smile. “So let’s cool off before we get too hot.” She slowly backed into the pool, her nipples standing more erect with each step. “Coming?”

“Several times, I hope,” I muttered, and followed her. We splashed around and submerged, letting the cool water wash over us.

“Hey, follow me if you want to see something cool.” I ducked under the falling water. Kat dove under the surface and caught up to me. We followed the wall to a wide crevice then climbed three feet up the wall, where we disappeared into a crack.

Inside the narrow space, I turned a corner into a somewhat larger space, then another corner and into a large cave. It was pitch dark inside, but I knew a flashlight, an oil lantern and lighter sat just inside on a rock shelf. I found the lighter first, and lit the lantern to illuminate the space for Kat. As she rounded the corner, she could see the eighty-foot deep cavern and its twenty-foot tall ceiling.

“I had no idea this was here,” Kat said.

“Not many people do. It’s a secret,” I said. “The waterfall is private property, but the campsite is part of the state park. Randy introduced me to the owner. We’ve only told a few people, otherwise it would be full of trash.”

“It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you are,” I said, as I took her into my arms and kissed her, but something was coming between us. She reached down and stroked it.

“Mmmmm.” She dropped to her knees and put the head in her mouth, giggling as it began to grow. She licked my glans and wrapped her tongue around the head, then up and down the shaft, gently palming my balls with one hand and encircling my girth with the other. “Such a big fat cock for me to play with.” She took me back into her mouth, drawing me in deeper.

I realized that if she kept that up, I was going to cum, and way too soon.

“I want to play, too.” I guided her to a nearby shelf of rock. “Lie down, I want to taste you.” I kissed my way to her ear and warmed it with my breath. “All of you,” I whispered, then kissed my way down her neck and playfully nibbled on her shoulder.

She arched her back, lifting her breasts up, but I resisted her invitation and made my way around her throat and gently bit her other shoulder. I slowly kissed and licked my way down, cupping her breast in my hand and gathered her jutting nipple into my mouth. As I sucked I pinched the other, and listened to her encouraging moans. I reached down and slipped my fingers into her wet pussy.

“I like that,” she whispered, “but I want more.”

At that moment, I heard Randy’s voice.

“Lori and I made this food, and you better come eat some of it, or she’ll be pissed,” he said, as he poked his head into the cavern. “Oh, um, I see you’re already eating, but you can do that later. Lunch is getting cold, so c’mon.”

After lunch, we smoked another couple of joints, made fun of people we all knew, and played a couple games of Euchre. As the afternoon faded into evening, I asked the question everyone had been waiting for.

“So you guys ready to trip, or what?”

Everyone was ready. I took out the plastic bag and the foil wrapper inside it, and revealed the print–a cartoon airliner with a yellow circle around it, freshly printed, still bright against the white paper.

Randy, Lori, and I had tripped together a lot over the last few years, so I cut two squares for each of them, another two for me, then handed one square to Kat. She pouted.

“Why do I only get one?”

“Because you are a virgin, and this is really fresh, and strong.” I wrapped up the last tab in foil and stuck it into her shirt pocket (and copped a feel, too). “If you think you need more, you can take it later.”

Randy and Lori stuck their tabs between their cheek and gums, under their upper lips.

“See what they did?” I asked Kat. “Don’t swallow it. Treat it like chewing tobacco, and just let it sit up there while we drink and smoke.”

I didn’t really know why, but that was the way we always did it. “Tradition,” I said, trying to sound wise. Randy and Lori started kissing and swapping kaçak bahis siteleri spit. I reached over and planted my tongue in Kat’s mouth. “This is tradition, too.” After a few minutes, she stopped and gave me a weird look.

“Our spit tastes funny,” she said. “It doesn’t taste bad, but it tastes…funny.” And she started to giggle. Soon, we were in a world made up of lips and tongues.

The giggles eventually got the better of both of us, and what was going on behind our closed eyes was more interesting than kissing. We both lay back under a tree and watched the kaleidoscope that was emerging behind our eyelids, until I heard Kat gasp.

“Hey, where did they go?” she asked.

I looked up, and our camping buddies had split. I perked up my ears, but what I heard was a low, harmonic hum coming from the trees. Then I heard a splash and a high-pitched squeal.

“Oh, they went down the trail and are getting under the waterfall! You wanna go down? It’s really cool down there, and the water…”

She looked kind of disoriented all of a sudden, almost like I was speaking in a foreign language, and she didn’t understand me.

I pulled out a Salem and lit it, took a long drag and handed it to her. She took it, grateful for something familiar to do, and had a long drag herself. The nicotine calmed her nerves and she settled back in my arms.

“I actually want to stay right here for a little bit. We can always go down there, right?” she said, and took another drag from the Salem. She closed her eyes, then breathed deeply for a few minutes. I pulled the Salem out of her fingers before it ashed on her, and she didn’t seem to notice. I smoked the last of it and threw the butt in the fire pit. I stroked her hair, and she let out a happy sigh, so I closed my eyes, too.

Even though my eyes are closed, I can still see, but it’s not the woods. I feel like I am in a vast gothic cathedral, but the entire church is made out of exquisite stained glass. I can feel Kat beside me, lying in the crook of my arm, but she seems far away and I want to close the gap. So the stained glass becomes a fluid and moves and I can hear her humming and getting closer.

I feel like I’m crossing a huge playground–spiral merry-go-rounds and monkey bars that branch off in directions that I can’t see but I know are there. The reflections of the monkey bars in the concrete become other branches, sometimes branches of trees, sometimes staircases leading–I don’t know where. I can still hear her humming beside me–now she is beside me on the swing set and we start swinging in perfect sync leaning back in the swing when we get to the top feeling gravity pull us back faster and faster pumping our legs. When we get to the backswing, the sky is pulsing with spirals and fish and clouds that become our swing seats and the chains are soft, like feathers, and she is above me on the monkey bars, her long blonde hair wraps around me like silk.

She says, “Hey, do you have another cigarette?”

I open my eyes, get the pack out, and realize that we aren’t moving at all–my watch is knocking on my wrist, the hands are moving backward.

“Sure I’ve got them right here,” I say.

I light one and hand it to her–realizing my eyes are still closed and when I open them, now I can see her staring down at me, her pupils crowding out all the blue–now she has deep obsidian pools in her head, staring right into my soul. She laughs like the sound that wrapping paper makes on a birthday present.

She says, “Hey, thanks for swinging with me.”

She hands me the cigarette back but it’s out now and I can’t find my lighter.

She keeps laughing, saying, “It’s in your hand” but I don’t understand because I know where the cigarette is–I put it in my mouth–but I don’t see my hands anywhere.

She snaps her fingers to light it and I take a hit and hand it to her and she keeps looking at me and laughing and says,”I’m going to take the other hit, but I have to pee.”

She stands up and starts walking up the path. I follow her and she steps a few paces off, pulls her shorts down and squats to take a piss right in front of me. The whole time, she is looking at the tent pole that is pushing my cargo shorts to attention; but instead of pulling her pants up as she finishes, she steps out of them, turns around, grabs a tree, and shakes her ass.

Without thinking, I step out of my shorts, releasing my eight-inch boner. I step up behind her and gently push two fingers inside her. She is sopping wet, and it isn’t urine. I push my cock into her and she moans, clutching the tree even lower, raising her ass up to take me deeper. I undo the knot of her flannel shirt and her bikini top. I grab her tits and pinch her nipples, eliciting further gasps and start pumping into her, becoming lost in the connection between our sex, our heart hearts, and our minds.

She becomes a part of me and I of her–we move together in an eternity of sensation. My dick becomes a part of her nervous system–I am feeling what she is feeling, I know when to thrust and when to be gentle, I feel what she feels when I’m pulling on her tits, and when I get deeply into her, moving from side to side instead of in and out, and her mounting excitement, getting closer to orgasm–but I don’t let her, stopping over and over again, keeping her at the edge without letting her cross over.

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She had just moved in two weeks before. He remembered the day well. How could he forget that long black hair hanging all the way down to those nice round hips--the greenest eyes he had ever seen?

Afraid a tall lanky kid like himself wouldn't have much of a chance with a sexy woman like that, he almost left without introducing himself, but then figured, "Oh what the hell."

Walking next door he'd introduced himself and found out her name was Patty London. She didn't mention how old she was, but seeing her up close, he guessed she had him beat by at least 10 years. She was busy with the movers so he made it quick, "If you need help, give me a holler. I just got out of school so I'll be home all summer long."

Three days later, Eric headed out for a day of jet skiing. Jumping into his jeep, he started to back out of the driveway when he saw Patty smiling and waving--leaning over the hood of her car in a pair of skimpy white shorts and halter top.

"Hi, Patty. Car trouble?"

"Eric, I have NO freaking idea."

Jumping out of the jeep, he took her keys, and turned them in the ignition.

"It's not turning over, But let's see if I can get you on the road."

"Thanks Eric, that'd be great!"

After a few minutes he found the problem. She'd left the lights on and the battery was weak.

"Do you have jumper cables?" Judging by the blank look on her face, he said, "Never mind,
I have some in my jeep."

Pulling his jeep up next to her car, he began charging her battery and reassured her. "It won't be long now, Patty."

"This sure is nice of you. I hope I'm not keeping you from anything . . . "

"No, I'm going down to the lake. But I'm in no hurry," he said smiling.

"Now THAT sounds like fun . . ."

"You are welcome to come with me," he said winking at her.

Getting into her car, it started right up. He took the battery cables off and bowed, "Your good to go, Patty."

Laughing she said, "Eric, now that I can, I'm not sure I want to. I'd love to take you up on your offer and go to the lake with you, but I'm running late for work. Maybe next time."

Wouldn't that be nice he thought, but he just stood there, smiled and nodded.

"By the way," she said as an afterthought, "where do you jet ski at?"

"At the state park. I have my tent there already. All I have to do is swing by the storage and get my jet ski."

"I'm jealous," she said with a pout and chuckle.

"Come on down when you get off work, I'll even cook for you."

"That sounds good. Maybe, I could . . . "

"Well, you better get going. Don't work too hard," he said with a wave getting back in his jeep.

Looking at her watch, her mind started to race. She was already 15 minutes late.

"You know," she yelled out to him as he was pulling away, "I could take a sick day. All I have to do is call in. I haven't taken a day in I don't know how long . . ."

"Do it!" he said slamming on his breaks.

"I'll be ready in just a few minutes."

"Cool," he said.

"Come inside and make yourself at home."

He walked over to the fireplace and looked at the pictures on the mantel, a picture with some guy. Must be a boyfriend, he thought. They looked very happy. Another picture was of her on a beach, in a sexy two piece swimsuit. He could hear her on the phone talking to her work saying that she needed a personal day.

"Must be nice," he called out loud enough for her to hear, "to have a job you can call in at the last minute and not have to be worried about losing it."

"Yeah," she called out, "it has its advantages . . . do I need to bring anything?"

"Just a swim suit, some towels, tee shirts and jeans. I pretty much have everything. But if we need anything, there's a convenience store just outside the gate of the park."

"That works for me," she said as she walked in wearing the sexiest pink bikini he had ever seen. It looked as if it were painted on.

"Wow! You look GREAT Patty . . "

Beaming and grinning ear to ear, she flipped her hair back and said, "Well, thank you kind sir!"

Trying not to stare, but with little luck, he took her bag and set it in the back seat. Holding the door open for her, he watched her long silky legs slide in to the passenger side of the jeep.

"All I have to do is swing by and pick up my jet ski and we're off."

"You don't know how much I've needed this."

"Really, why is that?" he asked.

"I broke off my engagement last week, and I really have been down."

"I'm sorry." he said, "it must have been real bad, to call it off."

"Oh, it was. I caught him with another man."

"Damn! You're kidding me right?"

"No, I wish I was."

"Jesus, I can't even imagine how you felt. Well, Patty you are to do nothing, but relax and enjoy yourself, and that's and order."

Patty watched Eric set up the food tent and asked, "Is there anything I can do?"

Eric just smiled and said "No, relax. I have it almost done."

She was a good audience and never took her eyes off him as she took in his bare torso--working and flexing his muscles, right up until the tent was all set up to perfection. Patty whistled and clapped and Eric took a bow. Then Eric put together a large hammock and their campsite was complete. As she clapped again, Eric ran off towards the lake.

"I'll be right back I have to launch the Jet Ski."

Patty walked over and laid back on the hammock and let the warm breeze blow across her body. She looked out over the lake, and thought, it's so peaceful, not many people here, a few sailboats and a couple of old guys fishing, but that's it . . . I like being alone with Eric like this.

All at once a noise interrupted the peace. it was Eric on his Jet Ski. "Come on Patty," he called to her.

He was in a dark blue swimsuit and damn did he look good.

"You wanna try it," he called out, "It's easy," he said.

"I never did this before."

"Nothing to it I'll show you," he said with a smile.

Before she knew it, she was at the controls, zipping from one end of the lake to the other. She was having a great time--laughing and acting like a child on a roller coaster.

"You getting hungry?" he asked her.

"Sure I can eat," she said.

"Okay, just pull up right over there by our campsite."

She jumped out and splashed him and started to giggle.

"Oh, you're going to get it now," he said and started to chase her. She kept turning around and splashing water at him. Then he caught her, he looked into her green eyes, smiled, and picked her up and through her into the lake. She came up out of the water with a devilish look on her face--walked up to him and pulled him close to her lips. The next thing Eric knew, he was coming up for air. Somehow she'd flipped him.

Laughing hard at him, she scolded, "That'll teach you . . . "

Reaching out a hand to him, he took it, then she kissed him deeply. Her tongue explored his mouth and his chased hers. He kissed her and again and again her fingers tracing down his back, his hands holding her close and tight.

Her heart was pounding so fast and hard and his breath seemed to leave him completely. They waded deeper into the water and she wrapped her legs around his waist. They kissed and kissed.
She felt so good in his arms and he felt so good to her. She could feel the excitement building in him so hard and thick--her nipples were standing firm and erect against his chest. His hands slow moved down and squeezed her tight firm cheeks. She moaned as he kissed her. After a while he carried her to the campsite and sat her down on the hammock.

He opened the cooler, pulled out a cold beer, opened it and handed it to her. He watched her place the bottle to her full lips. She looked at him and smiled. "I'll have turkey, I hope that's okay."

"It's great," Eric handed her a sandwich and potato chip, "would you like a pickle?"

"That's a BIG one . . . " she said with a devilish smile, "and it's so thick too."

He laughed as she started to suck and tease it, showed him how deep she could take it. Then she took a big bite and Eric grabbed his cock and they both laughed as he turned on his I-pod to play some tunes.

Patty went into the tent can came out in a cute tee-shirt that said "The Bitch Is Back."
"I gotta go to the ladies room, I saw it when we drove in, be right back."

The sun was going down and what a day it's been, Eric laid back in the hammock, sure he'd never had this much fun before. As he listened to the music he closed his eyes.

On her way back, Patty sneaked over to him and with a twig she started to tickle his nose. He swatted at the air, and she did it once again, this time, shaking his head. Then she took a twig with a leaf on it and teased his chest.

Opening his eyes, he looked up and saw she was giggling. Grabbing her, he pulled her next to him on the hammock. They lay together. She turned on her side to face him as he laid on his back her fingers tracing his nipples as she kissed his neck and murmured, "You like that?"

"Oh, yes . . . what's not to like . . . "

Her fingers started to slowly move down his chest past his belly and tease the top of his swim suit. Then she looked around and grabbed his cock. Giggling she whispered, "It's bigger than a pickle."

His eyes rolled back in his head as she teased him. He turned to face to her, their eyes met as they kissed, still holding his hard cock and his fingers play with her nipples through her pink bikini top.

Her nipples were so hard to his touch and she worked her hand down into his swim and stroked him.

"Let's move this inside the tent," he said

She look deep in his eyes and said "it's too hot to be in the tent," she said kissing him and laughing, "let's stay here, no one can see and who cares if they do?"

Rolling on top of him and took off her bikini top and took his hands and placed them on her. Eric hands squeezed her firm she lightly moaned she smiled and said lets go skinny dipping its dark enough. She got up all at once and ran into the tent then came out naked and started running into the water.

Eric dropped his swim suit and threw it into the tent then ran out to meet her. Swimming out to meet her she splashed him then grabbed his cock, squeezed saying, "Now that I have your attention."

"Patty you do, you do, trust me!"

"Do I?" she questioned as she pulled him close then wrapped her legs around his waist as he entered her. "Fuck me," she said in his ear "I want every inch of you."

He loved feeling her hard nipples brushing against his chest as she began to grind into his hardness and move faster and faster, meeting each move with a deep thrust. Their mouths hungrily met much like the first time but this time he was inside her, He could feel her hold him from within wrapping around his thickness. Faster and faster, slow, then faster and faster again, they moved together.

"I'm so very close Eric," she murmured in his ear, and with that bit of knowledge he pushed deeper and faster and she begged. "Oh Eric fuck me, fuck me, I love your cock. I love it. Give it to me, oh God, yes . . . yes . . . yes."

In seconds the friction was shattering and they went for the big one, the ultimate release. Their bodies trembled, they clutched and clung, she cum and cried out, he filled her with his seed.

Slumping in her embrace, she held him close and murmured,

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Date: Thu, 25 Jun 1998 16:12:27 PDT From: claudette boite Subject: Laundry Escapades (FF) Responses are welcome. Love to know who's reading. Laundry Escapades By Claudette Boite It was a hot, muggy day in August when this happened. I had just spent a long, languorous day by my pool in my backyard, sipping gin & tonics and occasionally dipping into my pool for a swim. My girlfriend and I had recently broken up, and I, unable to face most of the world just yet, was laying it low. We had a stormy six-month relationship, sometimes the feistiest lovers, on other days the worst of enemies. I was surprised it lasted as long as it did, but I still grumpily felt that people would treat me as a distraught sixteen-year old who was recently dumped, when in truth I was twenty-seven and wanting to move on. I realized I had to go out somewhere, I couldn't stay in the serenity of my house for much longer. A regular party girl as I was, wasn't ready to become a recluse because of a stupid break-up. As I walked out of my door, laundry bags in tow, I chuckled. If only the regulars at Club Raven could see me now. A Friday night, and I was going to do some laundry. Yup, silly me. I have been too lazy to get my washer and drier fixed for some time, so I've just gone to the local Laundromat to do a few loads at a time. As I pulled up to the Laundromat, the blinds of the place were shut tight, making it look closed. I turned the doorknob, and to my surprise it opened. As I walked in, I realized that I had the place to myself. Sighing with relief, I walked over to a washer, and started to unload my clothes into it. As I sat in the cool Laundromat, waiting for my clothes to finish, the door opened, startling me. A tall, slim woman, looking to me around in her early twenties, walked in. Looking very fit, she wore a sports bra, jogging pants, and some running shoes. Her long, straight black hair was pulled off her graceful neck in a ponytail. "Hi!" she said smiling. "Hot day we've been having, huh?" "It's been a scorcher." I said as I eyed her up and down. She could have passed for a supermodel. As she placed her laundry basket down on a washer close to mine, she walked over towards me. "I'm Geri." She said, her hand extended. "Trish." I shook her hand. "I'm so glad that we're the only ones in here." Geri said, walking towards her basket. "I would have felt kind of uncomfortable if it was a guy." With that, Geri started to put her clothing in the washing machine. As she emptied her basket, she turned to the door of the Laundromat and quickly locked it. "You don't mind, do you?" she said, as she, in my amazement, started to unlace her shoes. She then took of her jogging pants and placed them too, in the washer. My eyes must have been bulging, because she chuckled. Her 5'11" tan figure was in full view to me. All this beautiful woman was wearing was a simple black cotton thong, and a black sports bra. Her figure was amazing. With perfectly formed C-cup breasts, a small waist with well-defined abs, and a tight, muscular ass, she was seductively sitting ontop of the washer. "Oh, come on, Trish. You've never washed your clothes that you were wearing?" "Well, of course, Geri. But, usually in the privacy of my own home!" "I locked the door, the place looks closed from the outside. I'm sure you wouldn't mind." She jumped of the washer and padded her bare feet towards me. "Let's see how you look under those baggy clothes!" she grinned, playfully. "Fine, then." I said with a smile. I quickly stripped off my baggy cotton drawstring pants, and my cotton T-shirt. Underneath, I was wearing matching forest green satin bra and panties set. With my D-cup breasts, I always wore an underwire, and I saw her eyes look my body over approvingly. I was a little shorter than her, about 5'8", and I sported a (36D-26-36) perfect hourglass figure. I had shoulder-length blonde hair that was streaked from the sun we've had this glorious summer. The forest green of my underwear set off my clear blue eyes. With a smirk, I dumped my clothing into my half-done load in the washer. "You wouldn't mind if I--" she said, gesturing towards my breasts. "Not at all." I said, as she came closer towards me. Geri's hands cupped my breasts, and seemingly, with practice, she kneaded them, tweaking my nipples under the thin fabric. She soon undid the clasp of my bra. Licking her lips with pleasure, she pushed me down onto a chair, and proceeded to softly tease my breasts with flicks of her tongue. As I sat there, helpless to the pleasures I was receiving, she took off her bra and panties, then straddled me. Moving her tongue upward from my breasts, she licked my lips, then inserted her tongue to kiss me. As we sat there kissing passionately, she gyrated her hips, grinding her wet pussy on my crotch. I stopped the kiss to quickly get out of my sopping panties. I, with a mischievous gleam in my eye, motioned her towards the row of washing machines. We both climbed up ontop of the rumbling washers. Quickly going into a 69-position, with me on the bottom, we began to taste each other's feminine button. On top of the pleasures we were receiving from one another the jiggle from the washing machine accentuated to our heightened state of ecstasy. My face, planted between Geri's legs, smelled the sweet aroma of her pussy. I kissed and sucked her clit, which now protruded from her lips, red and wet. I soon stuck my tongue as far into her cunt as I could, and to her pleasure, she experienced how a tongue-pierce feels inside of her. As this was happening to Geri, the same such pleasures were happening to me. As I heightened in approaching orgasm delight, I worked my best, stroking her inner cavity with my tongue, dragging my tongue pierce along her cunt. As we both mashed our pussys closer to our faces, in approaching climax, I stuck first one, then two fingers up her cute ass. "Oh my fucking god!" she loudly groaned as she came, spurting her juices into my mouth, which I lapped up eagerly, while some ran down my chin, dripping onto my chest. At this moment, I came too, clenching my legs around her head, arching my back, as she sucked every drop of my cum out of me into her mouth. She then turned around and with a full mouth, kissed me, letting my cum enter my mouth. As I kissed her slowly, lapping at my own juices, she took breaks lapping up her forgotten cum which was along my neck and on the crevice between my breasts. A knock on the Laundromat door brought me back to reality. "Wait, I'm not done with you, yet!" she said, with a wicked gleam in her eye. "Well, lets finish it at my house!" I said, as we took out our wet, half-washed clothing, dropped it into her basket and pulled on some still wet shorts and T-shirt. Laughing, we opened the door to an impatient guy, and ran to my car. As we got into my house, we dropped the clothing and quickly stripped, continuing from where we left off. But, by this time, our passion had increased and we were ready to start all over again. Four hours later, I lay on my back in my big bed, with Geri peacefully sleeping beside me. Looking around us, I softly chuckled, seeing all my toys scattered around us. We did it all. Breaking up isn't half as bad as I thought. It has its little perks like meeting sex-crazed gorgeous vixens in the weirdest places, like the Laundromat. Exhausted, I closed my eyes, still smiling, my arms closing around the lithe frame of Geri.


tagGroup SexA Billionaire's Life Ch. 04

A Billionaire's Life Ch. 04

-- CHAPTER 4: The Houseguest --

Rebecca counted repetitions, "Five... six, come on... seven..."

I groaned and took the next step, feeling burn throughout my body.

"Don't cheat, John! Lower."

"Urgh!!!" I grunted and kept going.

"Eighteen... nineteen... twenty! Break."

I opened my hands, dropping the weights onto the floor and knelt, my back hunching forward as I wheezed. "I'm... I'm going to kill you..."

"John, you're not going to kill me," Rebecca said knowingly.

"I'm..." I panted. "I'm going to kick you out of the house..."

"Hey!" Rebecca exclaimed. "Just for that, I should make you do twenty more!"

I HATED lunges. She KNEW I hated lunges, which was probably why she'd already made me do so many in the first place. Plus, doing so many AFTER attacking the rowing machine just about gave me a heart attack.

I gasped for air and Rebecca came around with a bottle of Gatorade. "You're a sadist," I croaked.

"You're out of shape. Too much partying the past month or so. And don't even get me started on that stupid cocaine stunt you pulled. You KNOW that shit isn't healthy for you."

I rolled my eyes up to her. "I think you're just pissed I haven't fucked you in weeks." After Giorgio's party, I'd been taking extra care to pay attention to Taylor and remind her how much I loved her. With so much of my focus on my wife, I hadn't been paying much attention to the other women in the house.

"Damn straight I am!" She put her fists on her hips and glared at me.

I started grinning as I saw the hard dents of her nipples poking through the bosomy brunette's sports bra. Rebecca caught the look and said coldly, "Still in a good mood? I think I WILL make you do twenty more lunges. With heavier weights!"

"Mercy! Mercy!" I pleaded. "Two orgasms. C'mon. I'll eat you right now."

"Fuck eating me. Mia eats me every night. I need some hard thrusting, John."

I groaned and hung my head. "You should have thought of that before you killed off my ab muscles."

"Oh, yes! Fuck! Fuck! Harder! Come on! Pound me! YEEEESSSS!!!"

Rebecca tightened her grip on the barbell, still locked into its rack above her. With her eyes squeezed shut, her head was shaking and her dark ponytail wriggled like a snake behind her. I watched her arm muscles flexing as she raised her torso off the bench and tightened her legs around my hips. And as her second orgasm coursed through her body, she bucked her hips at my crotch repeatedly.

I had to fight to hold my own orgasm at bay. And just when I thought I'd have to let go of my personal trainer's hips and pry her legs off me, she relaxed her grip and I pulled my cock out just in time to begin ejecting wave after wave of cum all over the front of her body, the furthest jets splattering her impossibly round tits and the rest trailing lower across her rippled abs and finally right on top of her pussy.

When I was done, I was breathing as hard as if I'd done another hundred lunges, my hands on my knees as I hunched over and panted for air.

Rebecca just relaxed against the bench, scooping my jism off her tits and licking her fingers. "Mmm... I needed that..."

A knock sounded at the glass door and I turned to see Kate waltz in, wearing nothing but a sports bra and cotton shorts. Her pretty face was free of any makeup, and her platinum blonde hair was pulled back into a short ponytail, the dark roots of her natural hair starting to show more obviously. Overall, she wasn't making any effort to look sexy, but I couldn't help but appreciate her beauty.

Plus, Kate had a DYNAMITE ass.

"Are you two FINALLY done? I've been waiting a half-hour to start my workout," Kate stuck her tongue out at me.

Rebecca, still in the afterglow of orgasm, said dreamily, "You could've come in a half-hour ago. I wouldn't have minded..."

Five minutes later, Rebecca and I were in the locker room taking a shower to clean up. We didn't have the full spray on, but there was still plenty of water massaging us from all angles.

Rebecca paused from shampooing her hair to turn and look at me. My eyes yo- yoed down to her naked breasts for a moment before I returned my gaze to her face. "So how come you haven't slept with Kate yet?"

I rolled my eyes and turned to get more soap into my hands. "Contrary to popular belief, I don't screw every pretty woman I meet."

"Well... ALMOST every pretty woman," Rebecca reasoned. "And especially a pretty woman living right under your roof who REALLY wants to crawl inside your pants. I see the way she looks at you."

I looked away as if mentally trying to avoid the thought. But my traitorous cock began to stir, something Rebecca didn't fail to notice.

Suddenly, Rebecca was standing right in front of me and well within my personal space. Her soapy hands came up and she began to rub my chest with her left while her right slid around my dick. "Well... *something* certainly WANTS to."

"Yeah, it's got a mind of its own," I admitted. "But it's complicated."

"She told me. I mean, Taylor told me." Rebecca dropped the sultry voice and just spoke plainly. "I know the idea of a woman sleeping with you out of obligation is a big turn-off for you."

"It is," I replied. And Rebecca frowned as I started to go soft in her hand.

"But what about good old-fashioned attraction? Don't you think she's pretty?"

I took a step back and pulled free of my trainer's grasp. "Are you trying to get me to sleep with Kate?"

"Well, no... not exactly," Rebecca waffled.

I just looked at her sternly.

"It's just, we've gotten to talking, okay? Yeah, Kate has this messed up idea of living her life from boyfriend to boyfriend, being a 'kept mistress' as she puts it, until she can romance a man into making her a trophy wife. She's got a big self- esteem problem in that she thinks that's all her life is worth. She's broke, she's always starving, and she's horny. And you're NOT helping."

"How do think it must feel to be the only woman in this household you won't sleep with?" Rebecca asked point blank.

"Well... not the ONLY woman..." I hedged.

"Great, you're going to lump Kate in with Dorothy and the staff?" Rebecca glared at me. "Modeling is a competitive world from what I can see and that poor girl's sense of status is all fucked up right now. She's one of the most beautiful women I've ever met, but she's convinced she's an ugly, fat, chestless cow."

Rebecca sighed and collected herself, the only sounds coming from the sprays insistently pelting us with water. "Computer, water off."

The speaker system chirped a confirmation. A moment later all the shower sprays ceased and we were plunged into silence.

Rebecca started speaking again. "Kate's probably in the top percent of beautiful women in this world, but compared to her peers, she hasn't measured up. She's lost her modeling contract and the man who paid for her lifestyle, without finding anyone else. And on top of all that, now she's the one woman in this house who can't get you to sleep with her."

"I'm not a benchmark for attractiveness in this house, Rebecca."

"You are if you're the odd one out."

"So what? You're telling me to sleep with her so she doesn't feel left out?"

"No," Rebecca looked at me with her dark eyes mournfully. "But sometimes a girl just needs to get laid to feel like an attractive woman."

I reclined on my favorite chair in what had been dubbed "The Common Room" by the girls. At the far end of the guest wing was a small living room with couches and a TV. It was ideal should a guest want to relax somewhere other than their bedroom, but not come out into the main area of the house.

Other than the Underground Bar by the pool, the Common Room was Rebecca's and Mia's favorite place to chill out and unwind. Whenever Kaitlyn and Jeff visited, they also hung out in the area. And purely from social gravitation, Charlotte and Taylor could be found in the Common Room, chatting with the other girls quite frequently.

There was also an unspoken understanding concerning my presence in the Common Room: if I was there, then I was available and interested in some company. Like today, I was feeling a bit horny, but Cassandra was off organizing something and Taylor had a shoot.

Of course, me being available and interested didn't necessarily mean anything was going to happen. None of our guests were obligated to me in any way. Sexual encounters had to be of mutual interest.

On the other hand, Taylor and Cassandra were always my priorities, so the other women in the house didn't get me as much as they may have liked, especially Mia. In the past week, Mia had taken a cue from Rebecca and moved in with us as a renter. That made me the most convenient dick and she simply couldn't get enough.

And so I sat in the Common Room, waiting for one of the girls to stop by and start up their little seduction games. The modest part of me didn't want to assume any certainty that I was going to get laid today, but the egotist in me was sure SOMEONE would come along shortly. Even if not Rebecca or Mia, Charlotte frequently stopped by to submit herself.

Sure enough, the sound of high heels on the floor got my attention and I looked up from my magazine in eager anticipation, expecting Mia since Rebecca wasn't a fan of heels and I knew Charlotte would be with Taylor. But to my surprise, a beautiful platinum blonde strutted into the room.

"Oh, hey Kate," I tried to say casually. But my mind was on sex and I couldn't help but ogle the willowy blonde. She was wearing a sheer outfit that screamed sexiness, complete with skyscraper heels and stockings. Her makeup was elaborate and designed for seduction. And she'd recently redone her hair, erasing the darker roots with her platinum dye job and getting it cut into a short and sleek hairdo. My eyes warred with me to focus on her face and I stammered, "You back already? How'd it go at the agency?"

I knew Kate hadn't dressed up just for me. Taylor had organized an interview for Kate at her own modeling agency.

Kate gave me a funny look, as if she knew what I was thinking. With effortless grace, she turned and sank down onto a chair nearby to me. "It went well, I hope. I was poised and I answered all their questions intelligently. But the fact has always been that while I'm pretty, I've never been pretty *enough* to be a top model."

Kate sighed forlornly and looked at the floor. "They might give me a short-term contract; but to be honest, I think it's just to keep Taylor happy. They don't actually want me. Story of my life."

"Kate, don't go there again."

She managed a weary smile. "What, getting bored of my depressing attitude?"

"Things will get better," I tried to say reassuringly.

She just waved me off. "It's okay. I know it's not sexy to be depressed. I'll never get another boyfriend if I've got this attitude around them."

Kate took a deep breath and sat up straight, then turned to face me with a fresh smile on her face. I recognized the pose, with the canted head, exposed neckline, and sultry expression. Taylor used it on me often enough. "So, how are you doing, Johnny?"

I managed a wry grin and let us start over, the previous conversation forgotten. "I'm doing well, Kate."

"Can't be too well. You ARE still in the Common Room," she leered at me, her dark eyebrows and heavy eyeliner making her gaze even more piercing.

"Huh?" I arched an eyebrow.

"The girls told me the unwritten meaning of you sitting there. And since you're still sitting there, then you must be horny and have not yet found relief."

"What? Can't a man just relax and read a magazine in his own home?" I protested.

"Not in this room you don't. When you walk into this room you're expecting to get laid.

"Now, now. I have no expectations of anyone in this house, save for maybe my wife."

"Riiight..." Kate husked. Then she leaned forward and put her hand on my leg. "So, Johnny... Master of the House... would you like me to fulfill your needs?"

Her question sounded so much like asking to "serve" me, like Brittany had used the word. And that thought immediately brought to mind Kate's sense of obligatory sex in exchange for housing and efforts to help her out. I frowned and my brow furrowed, "Kate, you KNOW I don't want you to feel obligated."

Kate pulled her hand away and sat up, apparently realizing her attempt to be seductive had backfired. "I don't, John."

Her use of my name instead of the Taylor-inspired playful "Johnny" got my attention.

Kate sighed and then leaned forward, placing her hand on my knee again. "John, I get that now. Just like Rebecca and Mia aren't obligated. But at least they still GET to have sex with you," she pleaded with her eyes.

"So forget obligations, John. Just look at me." Kate canted her head and adopted her seductive pose once again. "Tell me... aren't I fuckable?"

My mind immediately flashed to Kate's previous use of the term. Then, the word had carried a serious undercurrent of meaning. She hadn't been asking me if I thought her sexually attractive; she'd been asking if I wanted her as my mistress. But this time, as she arched her neck and lightly ran her fingers down the upper slopes of her chest and down towards her cleavage, I detected no hidden meaning.

The image of me and the lithe and beautiful Kate twisted up in bedsheets popped into mind and involuntarily I took a deep breath with mild excitement. My eyes were on her body for a long few moments before I flicked my gaze back up to hers. "Yes, Kate. You're very attractive," I admitted.

I sighed. "But why would you want to sleep with me if not for some personal gain?"

"Do you know why Rebecca and Mia sleep with you?" She asked sweetly.

I shrugged.

"Because you're supposed to be a fucking GOD in bed," Kate answered huskily, her breathing speeding up as well. "We models talk..."

Before I could answer, I heard new footsteps coming from the hallway and then Mia squealed, "John's in the Common Room!"

But as the pretty Chinese girl came into the room, she saw the blonde sitting beside me, dressed to the nines. Mia practically skidded to a halt. "Oh, sorry Kate." Mia glanced back and forth between me and her and at Kate's hand still on my knee.

Something dawned on Mia and then she looked at the two of us closely. And then Mia turned to face me. "Wait... I thought Kate was off-limits or something?"

"What? Why?" I couldn't help asking.

Mia shrugged. "I don't know. Because you haven't yet? Perhaps because she's Taylor's friend?"

"Am I?" Kate quickly asked, referring to the off-limits question. She turned to me. "Is that why you won't touch me?"

"No, no," I waved them off. We'd been at the party and Taylor had explicitly excluded Ashlyn, but made no mention of Kate. Indeed, when Kate ran off to try and seduce herself a rich patron, I was about a minute away from bending her over and taking her. "Taylor never made you off-limits."

"Oh, so it's just because you don't see me as fuckable, then," Kate said dejectedly.

My heart sank and my conversation with Rebecca came to mind. I hated to see Kate sad, hated to feel like I was further damaging her self-esteem, and I leaned forward, brushing my hand against her cheek. "Kate, you're beautiful and so sexy..." I let my eyes obviously trail down her body.

Kate's eyes brightened hopefully.

"So..." Mia shifted her weight, jutting her hips out as she leaned down and braced her hand on Kate's chair. A saucy grin crossed her face and her tongue snaked out across her lower lip. "What do you think, Kate? Should we show him what we were doing last night?"

Kate wasn't expecting to hear that comment. She jerked her hand away from my knee and started blushing furiously. No amount of makeup could have covered the rosy pink coming up her neck.

"Don't be bashful," Mia teased, her Hong Kong British accent getting thicker the more excited she became. "What, do you think he's not used to bisexual women?"

Kate just seemed embarrassed that Mia admitted they'd been having sex so boldly.

The Chinese girl turned to me. "Kate has the most wicked tongue. I'll bet she could give you a blowjob that would turn your testicles inside out."

I arched an eyebrow. "That's not exactly the kind of image I want in my head, Mia."

Mia held her hands out to both of us. "Trust me. It FEELS much better than you'd think."

Kate immediately took Mia's hand and then wide-eyed, she looked to me with endless hope and longing on her face. Dolled up, with the heels and the outfit and the elaborate makeup, her appearance was quite boner inducing. But the desire in her eyes made her practically irresistible.

"Please John," Kate was on the verge of tears. "Make me feel like a fuckable woman."

I reached up and took Mia's other hand.

There was no question who was in charge. Despite my status as master and owner of the house, the slender 22-year-old Chinese girl pushed me around like a rag doll and then flung me onto her bed. And then Kate was shrieking as Mia similarly grabbed and then tossed the platinum blonde at me.

I landed on my back and then Kate hit the bed on top of me, her knee coming perilously close to my crotch as she landed. But then the willowy blonde needed no further prodding before she bent her head and pressed her lips to my face.

I felt a surge of adrenaline coursing through me as Kate kissed me. She had a fresh and yet spicy taste that I hadn't been expecting, but still excited me all the same. My latent attraction for her melded with the thrill of a new playmate, and soon all rational thought beyond the next few minutes ceased to function in my brain. I wrapped up Kate's head and shoulders in my arms, pulling her to me tightly as we continued to kiss fiercely.

Our passion was interrupted only when Mia rejoined the fray, her hand sliding up between Kate's legs in a way that surprised the blonde and forced Kate to jerk her head up and squeal.

Mia simply giggled as she left a finger inside Kate's pussy and grabbed onto the opposite hip, rolling the slender model off me and onto her back. Then Mia reached in and began to unfasten Kate's skirt.

Meanwhile, I had not yet had my fill of Kate's spicy lips. I craned my head around, cupping her cheek in my palm as I turned her head to me. And then once again Kate's dark eyes looked at me with undisguised hunger as our mouths and tongues came together.

While I was frenching Kate, Mia had tugged the skirt off, finally pulling it over Kate's heels and dropping the material to the floor. The panties were pulled over the garter straps and stockings. And then with typical Mia eagerness, she dove into Kate's bare-shaven crotch and began to happily slurp away.

Kate moaned even harder and clutched my head to hers, slobbering all over me with lustful kisses.

I simply CRAVED to see and feel her tits now, and without breaking our liplock, I fumbled my hands towards Kate's chest, feeling my way to the buttons on her blouse. The top three were already undone, no doubt for her interview; and I made quick work of the others. And while the hot blonde moaned into my mouth, my hand passed over her chest and palmed her boobs while my fingers walked down her cleavage until I could feel for a potential front clasp to her bra.

Unfortunately, it wasn't a front-clasp. Kate figured out the problem, and after sighing in a fit of pique, she pushed Mia's head away, rolled over, and then stood up next to the bed.

Nonplussed, Mia recovered quickly then moved over and started stripping off my lounge pants, eager to free my cock, which was iron hard and just as eager to be freed.

Meanwhile, Kate arched an eyebrow and gave me a saucy grin as she stood up and ran both hands through her hair. Then, she spread her feet apart a few extra inches so that I could see the wonderful tone of her long legs, shown off by the black garters and stockings. The pose also gave me a nice view of her bare crotch, puffy pink pussy lips already spreading and glistening with moisture. She rolled her shoulders back, slowly dragging the blouse down her arms until it fell in a heap behind her. And then she folded her arms behind her to reach the back clasp to her push-up bra.

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His dick was quite similar to mine: cut, and about 6-1/2 inches hard. His hair must have been sun-bleached blond, because his pubic bush was a nice light brown. I lifted his flannel shirt and tee to reveal his luscious chest, with a moderate amount of curly, brown hair on his pecs and a very little bit of hair on his hard belly. I knelt down and eagerly took his cock in my always-ready mouth. (I'm a slut -- especially for this "type" of guy When we got to a more secluded spot, I got him to lower his trousers and briefs just below his hips, so I could feel his balls and ass while I sucked. He hiked up his shirt for me so I could stroke his tummy and chest, too. "Do you come here a lot for blow-jops?" I asked, between thrusts of his cock into my mouth. "No, not really," he said. "Well, if I give you my number, will you call me up sometime when you want to get sucked?" "OK," he replied. As I went back to my pleasurable business of sucking him off, he asked: "Would you suck more than one dick at a time? I mean, one after another?" This intrigued me, so I stopped sucking long enough to talk, but all the while stroking his hard, slightly curved cock. "Why? Do you have buddies who let guys suck them, too?" "Yeah," he said. "Some of my frat brothers come out here sometimes, and we all watch each other get sucked." "Oh man!" I exclaimed. "That would be a fucking dream come true for me. One of my biggest fantasies is to live in a frat house and be a suck slave for all the guys who live there." He let out a big grin at that. I continued, "Tell me all about it while I suck you." At that, I once again turned my mouth to its favorite activity: not talking, but pleasuring a young, horny, straight boy's precious cock. As I sucked, he talked. The very sound of his young voice (almost incredulous, it seemed, at the thought of someone wanting, NEEDING, to suck his dick) turned me on, but it was WHAT he said that really heightened my pleasure. "Three of my buddies and I have been out here a couple of times to get sucked . The last time, one guy did all of us, and we each watched him suck all the others." "Did you like seeing your buddies' cocks and watching them get sucked?" I asked quickly, immediately diving back down on his pulsing prick. "Yeah," he freely admitted. "We've jacked off together, too, in our rooms at the fraternity." I moaned with delight at this bit of news. He continued, "I really like getting head from a guy who has just sucked off one of my frat brothers -- knowing that my buddy's cum is still in the guy's mouth while he's sucking me. I like the tought of having my friend's semen on my cock." "I'll do that for you any time," I promised. "We've thought about having a party at the house, and having a suck room, where we get a guy or two to suck everybody at the party who wants a blow-job." "I'm definitely your man!" I said enthusiastically. Whether or not he was making this up, I didn't care. It was exactly what I wanted to hear, and I told him so. "Oh, I'm not making it up," he assured me. All this time, I had been stroking my own cock frenetically, getting myself to the brink of orgasm and holding there. Meanwhile, my lovely midnight companion, my pussy-loving frat man, had strated pumping faster and deeper, urging "Keep sucking, keep going, man," and finally announcing, "I'm gonna shoot, . . Unnngggh .. I'm cumming!" He drenched my mouth and throat with the sweetest-tasting load I've ever had. As he quenched my cum-thirst, I allowed myself to orgasm, shooting onto the sidewalk at my Adonis's feet. "I don't know how I'd get through four of you," I joked. I quickly gave him my number and he left. I hope he calls.


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