Colorblind Ch. 01

Colorblind Ch. 01 [part 1 of 2]
By: AsylumSeeker (jmars_111@yahoo.com)

COLORBLIND By AsylumSeeker

Jess was invisible as she bussed the tables, picking up plates and utensils that had been left behind by grateful people down on their luck who came to the food bank for a free Christmas meal. It wasn't the way she had intended to spend her Christmas. She still wasn't quite sure why she'd decided to volunteer.

She was in her early forties, her slender body dressed in worn jeans and a burgundy sweatshirt with a once-colorful advertising logo on the front which had faded from use. Her shoulder-length red hair had been pulled back into a tight ponytail that dangled from the back of her neck, skewing left and right as she leaned left or right to fulfill her task.

Jess liked being inconspicuous. She'd never dressed to attract, especially not men. Not that she had anything against them, except maybe her father, but that was a different story. Men were biologically necessary, and she respected that. But she'd always preferred women, something which her father could never understand.

Her life was filled with broken relationships, the wreckage of which was scattered behind her like broken glass and twisted metal after a hurricane. Maybe that was why she hated so much to look back. There were happy times, but all she felt was the loneliness that always seemed to follow in the aftermath. And this time was no different.

She'd met Marcia in a club. The stranger had attracted Jess's attention from the onset, with her pretty blonde hair all done up with hair clips and a sexy outfit that seemed to shout, "I dare you to ask!"

After watching from a distance Jess finally worked up the courage, and a few shorts hours later they were in bed sharing their bodies.

It didn't last more than a few weeks, and once again Jess was left feeling lonely and in despair, longing for a real, lasting relationship. That was what her father wanted for her too, as he so frequently told her. A loving, lasting relationship with a "man", as God had intended. But nature seemed not to agree.

"Merry Christmas."

The words startled Jess from her thoughts. Her eyes lowered to the source of them and she saw a little boy about eight years old who was smiling up at her with the biggest, grateful eyes she'd ever seen. A smile tugged at her lips and she gently caressed the top of his head.

"Merry Christmas to you too," she responded. "Be sure to stop by the tree and see what Santa brought you before you leave, okay?"

He eagerly shook his head in agreement before Jess moved along to the next table. Once finished she lifted the heavy plastic tub she was carrying and walked back to the kitchen. After carefully placing it down on a metal table near the sink, Jess decided to step out back on the loading dock for a breath of fresh air.

She wasn't the only one. There was a man standing back there as well, smoking a cigarette. She reached into her pocket for one and raised it to her lips. They gave one another measured looks, briefly checking each other out.

He was about her age and looked to be rough around the edges, much like herself. He looked like a guy that life hadn't been easy on... again, much like herself. She sensed the lonely despair in his eyes, just as he must have sensed the same about her. Two lost souls floating down a lazy stream, just waiting for the next set of rapids to toss them about, never knowing when it might happen.

He noticed the unlit cigarette dangling from her lips and he reached for a lighter. She saw the polite gesture and waved him off, smiling appreciatively.

"I don't smoke," she explained.

"You could've fooled me," he responded with a snicker.

Danny Glover, maybe, with a little Samuel L. Jackson mixed in, she thought. He was handsome enough in his own right. She'd seen him in the kitchen several times over the past few hours dishing food onto serving plates and took notice of his good looks and nice build... and what appeared to be a prison tattoo that was visible on the right side of his neck, just above the collar of his jacket.

There was enough mystery about him to stir her curiosity. "What's your story? What brings you here to volunteer for Christmas dinner?"

He turned and looked at her hard, as if wondering how much to divulge to this strange woman that had a cigarette dangling from her lips who said she didn't smoke, and made a point of looking as least attractive as she could.

"I made mistakes when I was young," he started, watching for her reaction to the revelation. When there was none, he relaxed and continued. "I thought the world owed me, and I took and took and took. Then I discovered the harsh reality of life, that taking is a crime."

The man took a final drag of his cigarette and then turned toward the parking lot, stepped closer to the front of the loading dock and flicked the burning butt onto the gravel four feet below. He stared down at what remained of it until the last embers died out before turning back toward the woman.

"This is my way of paying society back, I guess. I served my time, which made the law happy. But now I'm trying to pay back the rest of it. This is the best way I know how."

Jess smiled warmly in thanks for his honesty and nodded her understanding.

"What about you?" he prompted.

"Mine's a bit longer," she cautioned from the start.

He chuckled. "Something told me that might be the case. The crowd's thinning out. I don't think we'll be missed."

"When I was growing up I always knew I was different," Jess began, wincing at the memory of the pain that had caused her. "My father always wanted the best for his little girl, and I did all I could to be the little girl he could be proud of. But when I got older, left home and started college, that all changed when I found myself attracted to another woman."

She glanced at him, watching for his reaction. Some people did react to her, judging her alternate lifestyle with cold contempt, even anger or hatred at times. But this man seemed unaffected.

"I tried to hide it and maintain appearances of ?normalcy', whatever that was, because I sure didn't feel normal," she admitted while continuing with her story. "I had a lot of relationships with women over the years, but none of them ever worked out for very long. I come with lots of baggage and that can drag a relationship down.

"With my parents, not living up to their high expectations really caused friction. I was their only child, and seeing me mature into what I am now, they just couldn't deal with it, so I quit trying and moved on. My father was the only one who tried to keep the family together, but he passed away before this past Thanksgiving. He was always one to preach about giving back to the community."

She got a little emotional as she thought of her father and grew quiet. The stranger sensed the change in her and broke the uncomfortable silence.

"So you're here for him," he surmised. "You couldn't be the daughter he wanted, but you thought this might be a way of reaching out, of doing something that might make him proud."

"To be honest I wasn't sure why I came, but what you said makes sense to me now," Jess decided. "Do you have a family to go home to?"

He thrust his hands into his jacket pockets to ward off the chill in the air and turned to look away. Jess knew he wasn't ignoring her, but was rather trying to decide if what he had to go home to could qualify as a home in any real sense of the word. She felt the same way.

"A cat and a hamster," he finally responded. "They're all I have now, but please... don't pity me. What I have or don't have all comes back on me. I used to push the blame onto everyone else, but prison gave me time to think."

She nodded her head in understanding. "I blame my parents, I blame nature, and I hold grudges against former lovers. Maybe I need a few years behind bars to clear my head."

His expression went blank as her comment, intended to be humorous, sent him to a dark place where he didn't like to be. She could see it in his eyes as he relived bad memories of a part of his life he could never escape from.

"I wouldn't recommend it."

He watched as a dog picked through the contents of a trash bag that had been left sitting beside a dumpster on the other side of the large gravel lot and felt sad for the animal. He wondered what it must be like for stray animals; probably not much different than the homeless, and not terribly different from his current station in life.

Jess cleared her throat. "Well, I guess I better get back inside."

The man turned and asked, "What's with the cigarette?"

She smiled and rolled her eyes as if acknowledging the silliness of the habit. "Two reasons, actually. I learned early on when I was prowling in the bars for companionship that it offered an opportunity for people to meet me."

That made sense to him, and he gestured with a nod of his head.

"And I also noticed in situations like this, most people tend to avoid smokers."

The man laughed hard and shook his head in disbelief. "Now let me get this straight. You keep an unlit cigarette in your mouth so that girls who might be interested in you have an excuse to break the ice, and at the same time you use it to keep people away."

She laughed and looked down, nodding her head before looking back up. "That's it. Crazy, isn't it? But that about sums it up. You see, I don't like many people, and usually avoid strangers altogether. Well, except for you."

"We're not strangers if we've met," he pointed out, and added, "I'm Tyrone."

"Jess," she replied, and the two shook hands, Jess not really noticing the difference between the colors of their skin.

"Jess," he repeated, amused by her idiosyncrasies. "It's my pleasure to meet you. Here, let me get the door."

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Jess cleared the tables one final time, helped by several of the volunteers who had been cooking earlier. Afterwards she returned to the kitchen and watched Tyrone from a short distance away as he helped wash the dishes. He'd rolled up his long sleeves for the task and she could see his bare muscled arms and several scars that looked to be knife wounds.

He was quite good at scrubbing, and appeared comfortable doing it. Seeing an opportunity, Jess closed the distance and walked up to a drying rack, picking up a wet plate to dry off with a towel resting nearby.

"You make quite the dishwasher," she commented in a lighthearted tone.

He smiled. "It's one thing I learned in prison that actually has some value out here on the streets."

A few moments elapsed.

"Jess, I don't mean to pry and stop me if I am, but I had meant to ask about your family. You asked me who I had to go home to, but what about you?"

Her mood turned even more somber. "Nobody, really... there's my mom but we haven't spoken for months - well, since my father's funeral anyway. Those homecomings are never happy times so I'd rather avoid them altogether anyway. I did have someone for a while, but, well, you know."

"Another broken relationship and someone else to blame for all of your misfortunes," he added with a note of wry sarcasm.

The comment made her smile. "That's right. Oh, and don't forget that now I have another woman to hold a grudge against."

"Oh yeah, I almost forgot. Are you going to give me a chance to give you a reason to hold a grudge against me, or is that a women-only kind of thing?"

That one took her a second to figure out. "Wow, I didn't see that one coming."

"That's something else prison teaches a person," he explained through a wide grin. "When you get a second chance at life, take it. So, are you?"

She looked over at his smiling face. He sure is handsome, she thought, while wondering what the rest of him looked like. But what did he possibly see in her?

"If you want," she finally agreed with an uncertain shrug of her shoulders. "I don't know why you'd want to get on this bus, but there's an open seat in back."

She hadn't realized the levity of her comment until Tyrone began laughing quite loudly. When it persisted she grew curious.

"Did I say something funny?"

"No, I just heard it funny," he tried to explain, but seeing the confusion remaining in her expression he dismissed the comment with a wave of a soapy hand and moved on. "Where do you live?"

"In the Wentworth district," she answered, still pondering the cause of his laugh. "What about you?"

"I live within walking distance," he announced and paused for her reaction, as this part of town was about as rough and run-down as it got. "I'd understand if -"

"No, not at all," she answered his question before it was even asked, knowing what he was about to say.

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It was just beginning to get dark when they left together. He held her left hand in his right and she let him lead the way. Had it not been for Tyrone, she was sure she would've been quite nervous in this part of town with darkness settling around her. But he gave her a sense of security that Jess hadn't felt for quite some time.

He was a little embarrassed as they crossed a litter-strewn street and walked a few storefronts beyond. There was a narrow alley tucked in between an American cuisine restaurant and a payroll services business. His embarrassment returned as he led her down the alley to a side door that revealed a flight of steps leading up to a landing.

"I'm sorry, I know it's not -" he started to apologize, but she silenced him with an understanding smile.

After climbing the stairs and getting the door unlocked he showed her inside his small studio apartment. He tried to fix it up the best he could. At least he'd thought to tidy the place before leaving for the food bank earlier that day. Cleaning up after himself was a habit he'd developed during his prison days and he saw no good reason to shed it. Self-discipline was good for a man.

The door opened to the left into a small carpeted living room, which was sparsely occupied with a love seat across from the door along a wall, and a small TV on a metal stand to the right of the door. The room continued to the left, where carpeting ended and tile began, delineating the boundary of a small kitchen and, she presumed, a bathroom after that.

She didn't notice initially, but movement attracted her attention to a cat with dark fur that was laying along the top of the love seat, which then talked as if in greeting.

"Hello to you too," Jess responded back.

"That's Hitler," he introduced her to the cat, which elicited a questioning expression from her. "It's hard to see from a distance, but he has a dark marking, like a very short mustache. And he seems to take great pleasure in intimidating the hell out of the hamster. Can I offer you a cup of coffee?"

"That sounds good about now."

"Make yourself at home," he offered before stepping into the kitchen.

Jess slipped the coat off her shoulders and placed it on the arm of the love seat before sitting down on the right side. Hitler jumped down beside her and rubbed against the side of her left leg, purring softly. She smiled and pet the cat with her left hand, enjoying the silky feel of the fur and the vibrations from the purring.

"He's friendly," Jess commented as Tyrone filled the coffeemaker with water.

"He's not skittish, that's for sure," he remarked with a chuckle.

A few minutes later Tyrone rejoined her, holding two mugs of steaming coffee. "Do you like cream or sugar?"

"No, black is just fine," Jess answered as she looked up and smiled, accepting the mug as he handed it to her.

"You haven't asked the obvious question," he noticed after joining her. "It's the first one everyone usually asks, but I'm assuming you're holding back out of politeness."

She sipped the coffee, enjoying the warmth it provided. "I'm not following."

"Everybody always asks what I did to get myself put in prison."

"Oh, that," she sighed. "I don't like looking back; it's not a pretty sight. Always forward, never back, that's my motto."

?We sure don't see eye-to-eye on a lot of things," he realized with a chuckle. "I look back all the time, just to remind myself of how good I got it. I know this may not seem like much," he mentioned, gesturing at his meager apartment, "but it's a whole lot more than what I started out with."

"What do you do for a living?"

"This and that, here and there," he told her. "I'm not trying to be evasive, but I do odd jobs, you could say. In addition I work downstairs," he added, pointing at the floor under his feet. "Washing dishes, cleaning, painting, whatever needs to be done. In exchange I get to live here."

"There's nothing wrong with that," Jess decided. "As for myself, I'm a bank teller."

"Really?" Tyrone was surprised by that revelation. "I had pictured you working behind the scenes where you didn't have to interact with people, seeing as how you go to such great lengths to avoid the majority of them."

"I didn't say I was a popular teller," Jess responded with a wry grin. "I see them standing in line, eyes darting from window to window, hoping another teller frees up before me."

"And when one doesn't?"

"The same look of utter disappointment overcomes them as when they realize the lottery ticket in their hand is not a big winner," Jess explained.

"You like that, though, don't you?" Tyrone sensed. "You delight in their brief misery."

Her answer was candid. "Yes, I do."

When she took another sip of coffee he could see the mug was about empty and he quickly reacted. "Can I refresh your coffee for you?"

"No, I'd better not," she decided with a wince as her stomach began bothering her. "Thanks though, it was good."

He acknowledged her with a nod, stood up, and picked up the mug from her extended hand.

"Why banking?" he asked while stepping into the kitchen to set the mugs in the sink.

She watched as he returned to the love seat, briefly admiring his muscular form before answering. "For as long as I could remember my father always carried a grudge against banks. He'd take me with him on errands and many times he found the bank was closed for lunch, or he'd misjudged the time and had gotten there a few minutes too late, or better yet, discovered the bank closed for some obscure holiday that everybody else had to work on.

"He'd lean over, look into my eyes with an angry snarl on his face, and thrust his finger accusingly at the locked door. ?You should get a job at a bank when you grow up, Jess, those fuckers never work!' he'd say in a venomous tone."

"And so you did, just to spite him," Tyrone interjected with a chuckle. "If nothing else, Jess, you are an interesting person."

"No matter what you might think, I did not enter into a career in banking to piss my father off," she said defensively. "At least not consciously, but now that we look back on it, I'm starting to wonder."

"I'm sorry," he said apologetically. "I know you said you don't like to look back, and here I am taking you there and picking at old scabs. I just call it as I see it."

She waved her hand in a dismissive gesture. "No, that's okay. I never realized it before but maybe my father saw my career choice as a slap in the face, although that had never been my intention."

"Consciously, at any rate," he quickly pointed out.

She shook her head in mild disbelief. "Why am I here?"

"Because I asked you."

"And why did you ask me?" she persisted.

"Because I'm tired of being lonely, and of all the days of the year a person shouldn't feel lonely is on Christmas, that's why," he explained to her firmly. "And that includes you, Jess. You might be mad at the world, and at nearly everyone in it, but even you don't deserve to be lonely, not today."

Jess nodded her understanding. "Thank you."

"You're welcome."

He leaned closer, moving his face within inches of hers, their eyes meeting in a deep gaze. He reached down and took her soft hands into his rough ones.

"I just have one more question, Jess. I can handle any answer as long as it's the truth."

She silently nodded, feeling the mood change around them.

"As a woman, do you have any interest in a man? In me?"

A smile tugged at her lips as she confessed, "I don't know why I do, but yes, I do."

"I'd offer to take you to bed, but..." he began, his voice trailing off.

"But what?" she asked.

"We're already sitting on it."

They both erupted into laughter which melted the rising tension between them away. Once it subsided they found themselves gazing deeply into one another's eyes once more. He leaned forward as their eyes closed, lips gently kissing.

The embrace was slow and tender, as if they were testing the waters before diving in. Jess wasn't used to being intimate with a man and she felt her body trembling nervously as she wondered if she'd be any good at it. Tyrone was a good man, she sensed, and she wanted to be good for him too.

After a few moments he straightened up and Jess looked for his reaction.

"You're doing just fine," he assured her with a warm smile. "I just wanted to take this off."

She nodded her head in amazement. "How did you know what I was thinking?"

Jess watched as he pulled his shirt off over his head, revealing a dark, muscled chest with broad shoulders. There were several black tattoos visible, mixed with more of the scars like she'd seen on his arms. She reached out to trace her fingers along some of the scars, noting their texture.

"Shank scars," he said in answer to her unasked question. "And these are gang markings. It's the way I found to survive in the big house. Not everyone does. It can be like a war zone in there."

"What's a shank?" Jess wondered.

"It's like a knife, but it can made out of a toothbrush, a piece of sharpened metal, a spring from a bed, just about anything you can imagine," he explained, wanting her to see this part of his past life. "I look at these sometimes and wonder how I managed to live through those eight years of hell."

She could only imagine what he'd been through. "It must have been frightening."

"It was, but you couldn't show it," he pointed out. "Fear is a sign of weakness, and weakness is preyed upon."

He'd mentioned prison earlier, but it was a concept she couldn't quite grasp. But these scars, the tattoos, these made it real for her. Tyrone saw the wonder in her eyes as she delicately touched each and every scar as if memorizing them, and then the tattoos that branded his brown skin like medals on a soldier's chest. She knew all these things told a story, a scary one at that, and one day she wanted to know how to read it.

Jess straightened up and quickly pulled off her sweatshirt, exposing her body from the waist up. As she sat there, Tyrone had a chance to inspect her like she had done to him.

"My scars are all on the inside," she told him when she saw him looking.

"Yeah, well... those can be just as damaging."

Jess had never connected with anyone in her life as quickly as she had with Tyrone. He understood her, he "got" who she was and accepted it with such ease that it amazed her. This guy that society tried to throw away had fought his way back, and somehow he had found her. How unlikely was that?

His hands reached out and his fingers tenderly began to trace along her curvatures, causing her nipples to stiffen with arousal. Jess closed her eyes and concentrated on the wonderful way he had of exploring her body. There was no rush, and Tyrone impressed her with his patience; minutes passed as he celebrated her companionship and in the simple act of loving another.

Afterwards his arms reached around her shoulders, pulling her down on top of him, pressing his scarred chest against her soft, shapely one. Their open mouths met again, but this time there was the spark of passion and gone was the tenderness of earlier, instead replaced by a hunger that caused the embrace to be heated, tongues swirling, exploring the other's mouth.

What had started out being just another miserable, hopeless day had somehow been transformed into a magical one that would not be soon forgotten by either of them. With the feverish kissing came increased arousal, and soon hands loosened the remaining clothing, pushing, jerking, or tugging it from their awakened bodies.

When her fingers felt his cock, it caused her to gasp at the sheer size and hardness. But knowing the man who wielded it gave her a sense of security, and soon her wet center was aching with desire and a yearning to be filled.

Tyrone was nothing if not respectful and tender as he widened her thighs and settled between them, guiding the tip of his manhood into her hot slit. His penetration was slow as her canal was stretched, but moments later she was taking more and more of his length. Once he'd filled her with all he had, their bodies tightly hugged as he began to love her in earnest.

For Jess, it was so different being with a man, yet for the first time it felt so right. She fell into a rhythm with his thrusting hips, delighting in the feel of his swollen cock filling her body so completely, willing her own hips to eagerly drive into his crotch.

All of the loneliness and despair seemed to evaporate as Jess finally found a person she could connect with at a meaningful level. Moments later her form clenched hard beneath him, writhing and shaking as a climax erupted. He sustained his powerful thrusts, taking pleasure in her pleasure as her body ground against his, wetness soaking her sex and his.

The love-play went on for another minute before Tyrone achieved release. As he pounded into her pussy hard, he stiffened and groaned while ejaculating his pleasure. They hugged in silence, grateful at having found one another on a day they both hated to celebrate in loneliness.

It was the first time in a long time Jess had been with a man, yet it felt so natural. She delighted in the aftermath of their lovemaking, hugging and cuddling, kissing and touching.

"I don't want this to end, Jess," he whispered. "I don't want to be another grudge."

"I don't want that either, but they all start this way," she promptly answered. "It takes awhile, but my baggage catches up with me."

"You'd be surprised at how many bags that I can carry."

Samantha's "Oral" Education Continues

Samantha's "Oral" Education Continues
By: dicko9point5 (dicko9.5@gmail.com)

Hi there, it's me Sam, or Samantha if you prefer. Mom calls me "Sammy". I wanted to relate to you the latest wild story with my totally wild Mom.

First though, I have to give you a little history that strangely and ironically came flooding back to me when My Mom just recently said something that she used to say to me when I just a toddler.

I can remember (just barely), I was just a little toddler, sitting in the high chair and my Mom sitting in front of me with a spoon of Cream of Wheat cereal.

"Ahhhhh" She would say, and open her own mouth, trying to get me to open my mouth so she could feed me the cereal.

"Ahhhhh" I would also say, copying her. I would open my mouth just like did and she put the spoon of cereal in my mouth. Yuck! I hated it at first. Pasty, flavorless.... After a while, I learned to tolerate it and eventually, I liked it. I guess it's a good thing as it prepared me for the future.

"Come on" Mom would say, "That's a good girl. It's good for you."

That's how she finished every meal when I was really little: "That's a good girl. It's good for you."

OK, back to the present. Once again, I'm coming home pretty late after classes, and once again, there's the TV on but all the other lights in the house are off; just the glow from the TV shining a bluish light toward my Mom and Steve, her live-in boyfriend, both on the couch as usual. I walked into the room and also as usual, Steve's passed out, wearing just a thin robe, my Mom with her head in his lap and his dick in her mouth.

This was a somewhat familiar sight (if you read my last story) and I was a little tired so I started to head toward bed when I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I could see my Mom was slowly moving her head up and down, gently sucking his penis. She was obviously awake but had her eyes closed so she had no idea I was watching. I just watched her for a few minutes and I strangely admired how devoted she was. She was making love to his dick with her mouth. It was starting to get me a little hot and bothered so I thought I should exit quietly. I started to sneak out of the room when all of sudden I heard my Mom:

"Mmmphmmmm!" she said, obviously without bothering to take Steve's dick out of her mouth.

I was stunned. I just looked at her with what seemed like my eyes popping out of my head.

"Mmmphmmmm!" she said again and waving her arm for me to come over.

"Mom!" I whisper-yelled. "Come on. This is weird. I should leave you alone"

"Mmmpmph mphmm!!!" she said something different (I guess) and sounded more than a little irritated and waved her arm and pointed to the other side of the couch.

I dutifully walked over to the other side of the couch and just stood there. She was sucking Steve's penis the whole time.

Mom pointed to the couch with an obvious gesture of "Sit Down"

I slowly sat down on the couch. Then she starts gesturing to me, curling her index finger like "Come here".

"Mom! Come on!" I whisper-yelled again.

She kept at it (Mom never gives up on anything). I bent over toward her. She curled her finger again to come closer.

I bent over a little closer. She keeps curling that finger. Now I'm about six inches away from her face and Steve's dick.

She slides the monster penis out of her mouth, bends it around so that it's right in front of my mouth and says: "Ahhhh"

Like I said, that flood of childhood memories comes flooding back, and almost like a reflex from the years of her spoon-feeding me, and being the ever-obedient daughter, I just opened my mouth. My heart is pounding out of my chest. I am so turned on, weirded out completely, scared that Steve might wake up, and yet I can't wait for her to do what I'm sure she's going to do.

"That's a good girl" she says and feeds Steve's penis into my mouth. The sensation is beyond incredible because I don't feel any guilt or responsibility because I'm not "doing" anything. My Mom is feeding me this gorgeous monster penis, and of course I have to do what Mom says so I begin to gently suck just as she was.

"That's a very good girl. Suck very gently. I want you to completely relax your throat and I'm going to gently slide Steve's dick down your throat."

She said, "I know I talked to you about deep-throating but I have always wanted to actually teach you how to deep-throat and when I saw you just now, I thought this was as good a time as any."

She kept gently sliding his heavy penis further into my mouth, all the while with her mouth also open just like she used to do when I was a little kid. Steve's penis was closer to semi-erect now and it was not nearly as easy to deep-throat as the first time.....

I had been meaning to share my earlier wild adventure with Mom. I wanted to see the look on her face when I would tell her how they were both out like a light one night and that I got a chance to try out her "oral" instructions on Steve. Since she had no idea about what happened before, I just played along.

Mom could tell I was having some trouble. She said "Look Sammy, just watch me."

She pulled Steve's penis out of my mouth and then instructs me: "You have to totally relax and open your throat. You know what helps me? Thinking of yawning. Just thinking of yawning will usually actually make you yawn. When you yawn, your throat will totally open and relax."

She took his penis into her mouth and slowly but without stopping, slid his entire penis down her throat. I was so turned on, it was all I could do to keep from fingering my pussy. I was almost drooling watching her. I could feel my tits getting warm and my nipples felt like they were on fire!

She slid Steve's penis out of her mouth and it hung heavily to one side.

"Let's let it soften up a little." she said. We both just stared at this magnificent penis, wet with spit and gently swaying in her hand. After a minute of so, it seemed that it had shrunk a little and hung down over her fingers.

"Ahhhhhh." she said again, and again I dutifully opened my mouth and she put the head of Steve's penis in my mouth. I started to suck very gently as she slid it slowly, further down my throat. I just didn't care anymore and I popped open my genes, stuck my hand inside my panties and started fingering my pussy.

"Yes, yes." she said approvingly. "This is too hot for you not to touch yourself. I'm feeding you this magnificent monster penis, you've got to finger your pussy."

I did just as Mom suggested, I thought of yawning and Wow! It worked. She got Steve's dick far enough down my throat that I had to move my head all the way down so that my nose was touching his stomach. I was so proud of myself! I pulled my head back and let about half of his penis out of my mouth and then went back down. It was getting fatter again and I couldn't get it all the way down.

"Here's another trick." Mom said.

She got up and said, "Give me a hand."

She picked up one of Steve's legs and motioned for me to do the same. She put his leg on the coffee table so that it was straight. I did the same.

"OK." she said. "Help me move the coffee table closer." We slid the coffee table closer to the couch so that it was only about a foot away.

"Now." she said. "I want you to lay on your back on the coffee table and hang your head off the edge right in between Steve's legs."

She took his penis and flopped it so that it was up over his belly button. I did as she instructed and she told me to situate myself so that my head was basically hanging upside down and my nose was buried in Steve's balls. I was massaging my clit while I waited for Mom's next instructions.

"Perfect!" said Mom. "Now your throat is in a straight line. Now you can deep-throat any penis"

I was skeptical but I didn't care: I wanted his dick in my mouth! Mom started feeding his penis into my mouth and it slid down my throat easily.

"See how easy it is?" she said, proud of her expertise.

"Let's see if you can handle more...." she said.

She pulled Steve's penis out of my mouth and started sucking it gently but intensely. She had his entire penis in her mouth and I could see her throat and tongue undulating, all the while never moving her head. After a good 30 seconds of this incredible "oral massage" she slid her head back and this 10-inch (just a guess) monster came out of her mouth. I couldn't believe she had all that in her mouth!

"OK. Your turn." she said.

I opened my mouth and she put it in my mouth. It was A LOT fatter and firmer. I did as she said, thought of yawning and kept my head so that my throat was straight. Incredibly she got 90% of his dick down my throat.

"Now. Try to massage his dick with your tongue." she instructed.

I did as she said and she was also moving his penis in and out of my mouth and I could feel it getting longer and fatter.

I had been fingering my pussy the whole time and as I felt it get really fat while it was in my mouth, I could feel myself slowly coming to an incredible orgasm. It was like gravity now. I couldn't stop it and I relished the coming pleasure. It hit me in wave after wave. This was all so sick and delicious.

Mom sensed that I had an orgasm and then said matter-of-factly: "OK. Let's see how you swallow."

She pulled Steve's now massive penis out from inside my mouth-pussy and began to stroke it. I turned over and laid on the coffee table on my tummy and just watched her. She would occasionally suck on it but kept stroking it. It was huge now.

"Since Steve's half passed-out, getting an orgasm out of him won't be so easy." she said clinically, as if she were teaching a cooking class.

"Come over here." she said.

I was a little reluctant because I had never "swallowed" before.

Mom could tell. "It's OK honey. Believe me, after you learn this trick, you can keep any man you want."

"I'm going to help you." she said. "The hardest part is the 'surprise' of him coming when you don't expect it."

"What I want you to do is begin sucking his dick in rhythm with my hands. You don't have to worry about how deep to go." she instructed.

"He's getting close." she said. "Start sucking."

I did as she said. I sucked in and out following her hands (yeah, two hands!)

Mom said, "When he comes, I'll feel the spasm down at the base. I'll let you know. It will be in spurts. When I say 'swallow', I want to you to not think or hesitate, just swallow. When I say it again, just swallow."

I was sucking him the whole time, so I just made the "OK" sign with my thumb and finger.

"OK." she said. "Swallow."

I did like she said. I felt it hit the back of my throat. I swallowed without thinking.

"Swallow." she said again. I swallowed again. This was actually pretty easy.

"Swallow." she said one last time. "OK. I think you've drained him."

I sucked Steve's penis a little more. The taste of cum was not bad at all. I kept sucking and I could feel his penis getting softer in my mouth. I let it slide out.

There was a little dribble of cum on the side of my mouth.

Mom wiped it and gently collected the cum on her finger and slid it toward my mouth.

"Ahhhhhh." she said.

I gladly slurped the last little bit.

"That's a good girl." she said." It's good for you."

Letter of Recommendation PART 2

Letter of Recommendation PART 2 [part 2 of 2]
By: enjoyable20 (enjoyable4ever@yahoo.com)

Part 2

I left Jacob, and went home, I couldn't believe what had happen in the last hours. I relived the moment in my head, and I felt my pussy ache with desire. I felt anxious to find myself in his arms again. I could still taste him in my mouth; feel his hands all over my body. I had decided to stop at home and change and take a shower. I quickly pulled out some clothes and went ahead and took a shower. After, I blow dried my dark hair, and applied some light make-up. I wondered what his place would look like; I had never been to a teacher's house before. It felt kind of strange to know that he was going to be expecting me. I had decided to put on a skirt, and I felt no need for underwear. I put on a black bra and black blouse. I felt pretty confident and so I headed out.

His house was a couple of streets down, and as I walked, I heard a few guys call out, when they got a look of my ass, as the skirt rode its way up, I tugged it down, and didn't respond. If I wasn't going to spend the night, I had planned to taxi home, in this outfit late at night, it wasn't a good idea, His house was a beige country home, and it looked inviting, but for a man's house it wasn't what I expected. I rang the doorbell and waited patiently. Jacob greeted me, wearing some black slacks and a black and blue t-shirt. While it was a very relaxed look, it suited him very well. His eyes trailed my body as he invited me in. Inside, I was expecting it to be messy, but it was really clean, not much furniture, even though he seemed to have lived here for a long time.

On the walls were series of books, you could see, he liked to read. He gave me a small tour before bringing me to his living room, den area. We sat on his couch. His couch was made of brown leather, and my skirt rode up and even though I brought it down, I couldn't cover myself under, so I was pussy laid directly on the cold leather. He smiled at me, but I don't think he knew. "I was starting to think, you wouldn't come." He said pulling closer. "After an afternoon like that, I would have been out of my mind, not too." my voice trailed off, realizing I had just told him that I thought our experience had been somewhat amazing.

"Well, at least its not one sided." He said putting his hand on my bare leg. His touch sent a ripple in my back, and I had to concentrate to not widen my legs. "Did you think of bringing anymore, of your fantastic stories?" he asked me his smile suddenly widening at the idea. "I grabbed my purse and pulled out a folded copy of a story about a couple, who become obsessed with sex, and where. I handed it to him. He set it aside. "Mind, if I read it a little later?" he said as he pulled himself even closer, I could feel his breath on my neck. I wanted to spend a little more time, talking, not doing anything, but I could already feel my body disobey me, my nipples were hardening and my pussy began its familiar stir. "I don't mind, would you have something to drink?" I said suddenly trying to buy some extra time, for an odd reason, I started to feel panicked.

It had never happen before, although I had never had a relationship, I had never had a second round, I mean with a break in the middle. I had had sex before with strangers, once it was over, they left or I did, and it never happened again. I had never experienced a second round. I realized I was being completely ridiculous. It would be okay. Jacob came in carrying a bottle of champagne. He poured us a glass. He offered me one, and I took it drinking half. "Nervous?" he said taking his seat next to me once more. "A little" I said avoiding his eyesight, I felt like a complete child, I felt like he was going to tell me to leave. Instead, he took my chin, made me look into his eyes, and then kissed me very softly, and then I felt his lips part and his tongue enter my mouth.

I began kissing him back, his tongue and mine meshed together. He kissed me deeper, as he took my glass and put it on the table. He then took his hand and slid it onto my leg. Soon, he was over me, and I felt his hand slide higher, that's when he realized my lack of underwear. "Hmm" he moaned into my ear, as he slid his hand under my butt, where he raised me, and brought his arm under me, and began lifting me into his arms. Suddenly I realized he was bringing me somewhere else, we went up some stairs, while still kissing, and then he opened a room. Where a gigantic bed, with pillows and a beautiful quilt. He laid me on the bed, before kissing me again, he was over me, he pulled off his shirt before starting to unbutton my blouse, his fingers being as delicate as they could be. Soon, he reached underneath me, to unclasp my bra, I had only my skirt on now, and he began kissing my neck while rubbing my tits together with his hand.

I wrapped my legs around his body tightly, and let myself fall underneath his control. His soft lips made his way down, kissing my left tit softly, and then decided to bite it hard, it sprang up and he tugged and sucked on it. While he pinched the other one, to its erect state, his kisses continued down, until he reached my belly button, his hands rubbed my stomach. He reached underneath me, and unzipped my skirt, and then continued his way down while pulling it with him. I realized I was now sprawled naked on his bed. He stopped touching me. Just watched me, and I suddenly was well aware of myself and the need and want I was craving. "Please, don't stop" I said softly. He didn't do anything. "Beg," he said. "Jacob, please continue." I said softly looking at him, at my feet. "You didn't say pretty?" he said mocking me. "Pretty please, Jacob" I said as I began rubbing my tits together myself, and rubbing my legs against each other.

His hand grabbed one of my legs, and he began to kiss it and lick his way up that leg, and then the other, he let his hands slip up and down the inside of legs. "Fuck me, forget it, just fuck me," I said. I couldn't take it anymore. Instead, he pulled off his pants, and briefs, and crawled over me, with his stiff member. "Suck it, if you want it" as he pushed his member to mouth, I tried to get up, but he pushed me softly back down. "Just suck" as my mouth was suddenly stuffed with his 8-inch cock. I sucked hard, and let my tongue rotate around his member. "Suck harder" he said moaning. So I sucked harder, being a hand to his balls to massage them, but he pulled my hand away, I felt his cock go in deeper into my mouth.

I continued to suck as I felt his cock tense up and shoot cum far into my mouth. He moaned out, grunted and pulled himself out of my mouth. He grabbed my hands gently, raised them to the head of the bed, where he tied them up with ribbons that were already there. Then still over me, began message hard my tits, my legs wobbled behind him, as he continued his breast massage, he started making his way down, his hands were rough and hard, he didn't go gently and yet, it was greatly turning me on, I had never had such a powerful and erotic message and soon he had made his way to the inside of my legs, I felt one of his hands groped and massage my lips of my vagina.

He then began to rub and slide a finger over my button, it was oversensitive by now, causing my body to jerk forward, he entered a finger and then another, I was so very wet, my body arched back, and I didn't know how long I could take it. I heard him fight with a box, and opened my ears to see him, take out a brand new dildo. He brought it to my pussy and began entering it slowly in my pussy, but being very wet, it slid right in. I had never had such a toy, it felt cold, but not knowing where it was going to go, was thrilling. He began fucking me in and out with it, while gently rubbing my button and soon my legs were shaking so hard and had a very violent orgasm, I don't know how long I had been screaming, when I finally realized my yells. "Oh, yes! Oh Yes! Jacob. Yes." I felt his tongue beginning to clean me, his tongue felt much warmer than before, probably due to the cold dildo. His tongue was rapid and he flickered it against my clit, and after a few minutes of him doing this, I had another orgasm.

His hands rubbed my body, on its way up and he started to untie me, I wrapped my legs around him, feeling his soft member against my thigh, we began kissing uncontrollably. It wasn't long before I found myself on top of him; I let my hands, wander in his hair. Stroking the unfamiliarity of his head. His eyes looked into mine, as we continued to kiss. I felt his member harden, as I ran my hand down his stomach. I continued kissing him some more, until I felt his member completely hard inside my thigh. I took it in my hand, and gently began inserting it in my oversensitive pussy. I rode him, slowly at first, enjoying watching him close his eyes, as he felt his cock inside of me. I began rocking faster and faster, I felt his hips rise, and soon I began bouncing up and down on top of his. His hands tightly groping my tits, my hands stroked his chest. I bent down a slow kiss before pushing my pelvis against his and then feeling his load of cum inside of me. I felt my cum run down and pour out onto him.

I felt our sticky bodies against each other, before grabbing a blanket that had been tossed aside and throwing it over our naked bodies, we fell asleep, I nestled into his arm, while I continued to feel his naked soft member against my ass, and his hand on my right tit.

I woke up alone, and naked in his bed. I got up, taking the blanket with me. I found him in the kitchen naked at a stool. The sight turned me on, he was eating a bagel, and I joined him leaving the towel behind me, as we ate our morning breakfast. He smiled at me, "last night, was one my personal fantasies" he said smiling as he took a drink of coffee. "I guess then, we'll have to try one of mine," I said as I poured myself a cup of coffee.

Party Fun

Party Fun
By: oppyrose (Greenside80@yahoo.com)

Party Fun

I had been invited over to a party at some girl's house on Saturday afternoon. I was heading over to her house to have a few drinks and check out her cousin some more. I had been trying to kick it to her cousin for a while now. She was very hot, great set of tits and a perfect ass. Since my friend had a pool, I figured I would have a great view of her cousins assets in a bikini. I headed on over to her house.

When I arrived, I let myself in through the front door and walked into the kitchen, were I found her cousin washing a few dishes at the sink. She was wearing tight black dress pants and a tight tube top. It wasn't the bikini I was hoping for, but she looked just as good. I stood there and admired her ass for a few min, before I said hello. She turned and greeted me with a kiss on the cheek, and told me that the party was out in the yard. I kind of wanted to make my own party right there in the kitchen but of course I wasn't going to tell her that. I went out to the yard and greeted everybody and walked around making small chat with everyone.

It was about a hour into the party when I was walking around with a drink in my hand just chatting and as I walked past the pool, my friends cousin walked across in front of me and accidently knocked my drink over, getting it all over my shirt and shorts. She quickly apologized for it and began wiping me off. I had to say that it kind of aroused me as she rubbed my shorts with her paper towel. But it was no good, as my shirt was stained and my shorts were soaked. She felt bad and asked me to let her wash them, and I replied that I had nothing else to wear. She told me not to worry, that she would give me a towel to wrap around myself, and I could just hang out with her until she was done. We headed up to the laundry room, which was attached to a bedroom that overlooked the back yard. When we walked in, she tossed me a towel and told me to take off my clothes and wrap the towel around my self while she went to get some detergent.

I was hanging by the window wrapped in my towel as I watched the party from the window. I don't think anybody even had noticed that I had left the party. I had to admit that I was feeling pretty aroused standing there with just a towel on, as the girl that I would love to fuck, stood just feet away from me. She finished loading the wash into the washer, and walked over to see what I was looking at. We chatted about the party, and about our personal life for a bit. Some how our conversation turned to sex, with her telling me that she had heard her cousin talking about me and that she had wanted me. I wasn't really interested in her cousin though, because the one I wanted to fuck was standing in front of me. Of course I wasn't about to tell her that or I would probably get a nice beating. We continued talking about sex and places we had did it, and I was getting very hard under my towel by now. I think she noticed my hard on, as she glanced down every now and then. She asked me were was the craziest place I had fucked, and I told her that I hadn't really done anything crazy before. I then asked her were the craziest place that she had fucked was and she just smiled at me. I looked at her as I was confused, and she told me that she would show me the craziest thing she had done in a while.

With that, she yanked off my towel and began stroking my dick. I leaned back against the washer as she dropped down to her knees. She then began to lick around the tip of my dick. She eased her way down to my balls, where she sucked on each one with her juicy lips. I just stood against the washer and looked out the window as everybody was partying in the back yard as I got my dick sucked. She worked her way back up to the tip of my cock and began to slowly take it into her mouth. Little by little she took me deeper and deeper into her throat. She began to bob back and fourth on my dick as I enjoyed every second of it. I felt my balls begin to stir and I told her that I was gonna come. Shr started to massage my balls as she continued to suck on my dick until I blew a huge load down her throat. She swallowed every drop of cum that I unloaded down her throat. I just leaned back against the washer until she stroked every last drop from my dick.

She stood up in front of me smiling as I began to lift off her shirt. I slid off her bra, and began to lick her nipples in circles, making her nipples very hard. I squeezed her nice tits as she moaned softly. I began to undo her zipper and slid her pants down to her ankles. Once I had slid her thong off, I sat her on the washer and spread her legs wide open. I began to work my tongue slowly around the entrance to her pussy as she laid back and held her hand on my head. She began to moan a bit more as I inserted my tongue into her very wet pussy. She pushed my head into that pussy as hard as she could, as she lifted her hips pushing her pussy more into my mouth. She has a very big orgasm as I licked up all her juices.

I then stood up in front of her and she gently stroked my cock as I lined it up with her pussy. I rubbed the tip against her wet opening and began to insert it slowly into that wet pussy. This girl was dripping wet as I easily slid my throbbing cock into her pussy. She let out a low moan as I began to slide my dick in and out of that pussy as she sat atop the washer. I picked up the pace as by balls began to slap against the washer. She moaned a bit louder as she wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me as close to her as she could. I just kept pounding her pussy on that washer as she had another orgasm. At the same time, I emptied another load into her pussy.

She collapsed back against the washer as I held her. She smiled at me and asked me what my plans were for the rest of the weekend.........

Winter In Boston

Winter In Boston
By: Guinness (irishpint69@yahoo.com)

The Boeing 737-400 shuddered slightly as it touched down at Boston's Logan Int'l Airport. The flight from O'Hare was uneventful, except my mind was racing, and filled with anticipation. Cheryl and I had been planning this weekend for a while now, and with all the family obligations between Thanksgiving and Christmas, this was our only chance.

I came up the jetway, and reached for my mobile phone, to call Cheryl. I was going to get directions to the nearset "T" stop to here house. The "T" is Bosotn's public transport system, and very efficent. As the "Big Dig" continues there, I won't drive in Boston, as I usually do in other cities. As a matter of fact, I'd rather jump naked into a bathtub, Filled with borken glass, and Tabasco sauce than drive here in Boston.

I felt a tap at my shoulder, and turned around. There she was, a raven haired beauty. Our lips met, and the kiss was one for the record books. We felt feelings, and passion. Our tongues met, as we moved into our own world. There was no sound, hustle and bustle, or people near us. We were one.

Breaking the kiss, I could see the beginning of tears welling up in her eyes. "Shhh, I'm here Baby." That's all I could say.

"Come on." She took my arm , and led me away. Grabbing my leather bag, I followed, as we walked out of the terminal, and into the multi-storied car park.

We jumped in her car, and i saw her kick off her shoes. I can't tell you my delight, as I saw her pantyhosed covered feet dance across the pedals, as Cheryl expertly wheeled the car out into traffic.

Shooting the gap, and getting us into the tunnel that leads into the city from Logan was done with precision only an expert, or lifelong resident could do. I was in the hands of both. I reached over, and started to play with Cheryl's hair, brushing it away from her neck, and for a quick second, I felt her shudder.

"Cut that out, I'm driving!" My hand was met with a playful slap, and a smile. Dirving on, we finally made it to Cheryl's flat, and went inside. I watched her peel off her coat, and stand there in a sweater that would have made men drop to their knees to see her wearing, a pair of jeans that hugged her in a sensual way, and small leather ankle boots that completed the ensemble. Oh God, she was sexy!

That was it for me. I walked over to her, and took her in my arms. Kissing her neck, I felt her melt into me. Gasping for her breath, she pulled me closer. She pulled away, and pulled off her sweater. I felt her shiver, as the flat was a bit chilly. I reached around and unhooked her black, lace bra. I felt her magnificent breasts break free, as I carried her to the couch. I layed her down, and proceeded to suck her nipples as I massaged her breasts. I fet finger tightening in my hair.

Reaching down, I eased off her jeans, and pulled off her pantyhose. I slowly worked my way down, kissing her stomach, and working my way in between her legs. Tracing the outside of her sex with my tongue, I probed into her, finding my purchase. I teased, and sucked her clit until I felt her tremble. "Oh My God, I'm cumming!!!" Waves of her orgasm rushed over Cheryl. Gasping and panting just drove me to keep going. I felt her cum on my tongue, and on my face, tasting so sweet.

Before Cheryl was able to recover form her multiple orgasms, I undressed, and pulled her on top of me. Sitting on the couch, I felt her body accept my hard cock inside her. I felt her grind into me, as I let her choose her rythym. Deeper, and harder, she forced me inside her.

I caressed her breasts, and sucked on them as he ground into me more and more. I felt that familiar feeling as I was tightening up, ready to explode. Her breathing turned to pants, and the moans of pleasure, as we kept going.

I could wait anymore. "Baby, I'm going to cum!"

"Cum in me! NOW! Fill me up!"

Explosions of cum, and waves of orgasmic pleasure swept over us as we came together. I felt her collapse onto me. As I held her for a long time, I realized that this was the woman I had waited for all my life. How would I tell her?

We finally recovered, and got up. It was time to have a shower, and get dressed. We were going out on the town tonight. Climbing into the shower together, we held each other under the hot, massaging spray of the water.

Climbing out, and dressing, we prepared to go out. As Friday night will, traffic was a bitch, to say the least. We decided to take the "T." Walking to the nearest stop, we were arm and arm like young lovers. Walking down the stairs, and waiting for the subway, I kissed the back of her neck. I felt her moan, and sink back into me. I stopped, and wrapped my arms around her, whispering promises of later in her ear.

Forcing ourselves on the crowded subway, we rode until we had to switch trains, and came to our final stop. Walking up to street level, we were greeted by a cold blast of wind, howling in from across the bay. Ah winter in the Northeast.

Walking to Beacon Hill, we wound up at the Bull And Finch Pub. This was made famous by the television show "Cheers." We walked in and was greeted by happy sounds of patrons, and throngs of tourists, purchasing t-shirts, shot glasses, and the like.

Finding a table, we ordered. I had the first of waht was sure to be many bowls this weekend, of clam chowder. Cheryl ordered salmon, and we shared some pints of Guinness.

Conversation flowed, and we kept staring into each other's eyes. Finally, we paid the bill, and off into the cold we walked. Walking uptown, we strolled, arm in arm through the Boston Commons. Kicking leaves like childern, we chased each other, and finally falling into a heap in a pile of leaves. We held each other, and kissed.

"Mommy! Look! They're kissing!" It was the cutest little girl that spotted us kissing, as we sat in the pile of leaves. We laughed, and got up, brushed ourselves off, and walked on. Stopping by a street vendor, we got a bag of warm, cinnamon roasted almonds, and nibbled on them, as we strolled along the Heriatge Trail.

Finding ourselves near another "T" stop, we decided to ride home. Getting home, we were freezing. Cheryl fired up the Hot tub, and we got ready to get in. I lighted candles and poured us two glasses of champagne. We got in the tub and I started to massage her shoulders, as I kissed her neck. The bubbles of the tub, along with the heat, heightened our senses as we kissed. Soon, we were out of control. I had to have Cheryl. I sunk into the tub, and lifted Cheryl up place my mouth on her. Taking a gulp of champagne, but not swallowing, I put my mouth on her sex, and let the cold champagne touch her clit. The tingling bubbles sent her right over the edge.

"OH MY GOD!" She had never felt anything like that, and exploded in a convulsing orgasm. That was all I needed. I stood up in the tub, turned her around, bent her over, and slowly entered her. Picking up speed, driving into her deeper, and harder, I could hear her screaming. "Fuck me! Harder Baby! Harder!"

I kept going, and slammed into her, right through her orgasm. Easing out of her, I slowly pushed my cum covered cock into her ass. Moving so slowly, I eased my self back and forth. We found our rythym as we picked up speed. I drove myself in her ass deeper and deeper, as I reached around, and cupped her hanging breasts.

"I'm Cumming!" I shouted.

"Cum in me! Cum in my ass!"

I exploded. So did Cheryl. We collapsed as we slid back into the hot tub. Getting our breath, we got out, and showered. After that, we fell asleep in each other's arms, feeling safe and secure from the world outside. "Stay with me" was the last thing I heard as she drifted off to sleep.

We have a lot to do for the rest of the weekend, and a lot to talk about, but I'm sure that this will be a time to remember for both of us.

The Next Morning

The Next Morning [part 2 of 2]
By: Knight in Shining Armor

Due to a lot of encouraging comments on the first part of this story, I decided to write a sequal. I'd like to thank everyone who commented on it, and hope you enjoy this one as well.

I awoke in the morning to the ever-pleasant feel of a woman's lips on my shaft. I opened my eyes and looked down to see Sarah's lips locked around me, pumping up and down. I looked around for Maddy, but she was nowhere to be seen. But still, I had a woman sucking me off, so I was willing to worry about that later, especially when Sarah noticed I was awake and took the opportunity to deepthroat me, making me grunt as her nose tickled my pubic hairs. She popped her lips off of my cock, licking around the head once before smiling up at me.

"Good morning," she said softly. "Maddy had to go to work, but she wanted me to make sure you got a good start for the day."

"I like this plan," I added. "But what about you?"

"Well, Maddy fucked me once with the strapon before she left, but a girl can never have too much cock." That was all the ecouragement I needed. I bent down and grabbed her under her arms and pulled her up to a deep kiss which she returned fiercly. I turned over, placing her on the sofa as we kissed, our tongues intertwined as my hands caressed her sides, my thumbs grazing her rock-hard nipples and causing her to moan into my mouth as I moved my cock back and forth across her slit, never penetrating but catching her clit on every thrust.

When we broke our kiss I moved to her neck, nibbling gently and sucking the warm flesh into my mouth. I reached around behind her, kneeding her ass as I moved to suckle her collarbone, moving down until I had one of her pert nipples between my teeth, tugging gently as I continued humping her, getting my shaft wet with her leaking juices as she moaned in pleasure, eyes clamped shut as her breathing quickened. I slid my fingers around her ass until I found her puckered little hole, and then slid my middle finger in to the first knuckle.

"Oh god," she moaned as she threw her head back, pushing her breast towards me. As she arched her back up from the pleasure I took the opportunity to place the head of my shaft where her pussy used to be, and when she came back down she was surprised to find herself impaling herself on my shaft. She bit down on her bottom lip to stiffle a scream, and I grinned at her.

"You don't have to be quite Sarah. We've got the whole house to ourselves." I took the chance to pull out and slam back in once, causing her to grunt. "Besides, I intend to see you scream, whatever it takes." I pushed her over, laying her down on the couch with me on top of her, one of her legs on the floor and the other leg over the back of the couch, spreading her legs wide. I took the time to kiss her knee and inner thigh before I pulled out of her, leaving just my head inside of her. "I am going to fuck you until you scream," I said, and she moaned, pulling on her nipples as she looked up at me, still biting her bottom lip. I straddled her right leg that was hanging off the sofa, and held her left leg at the ankle with my hand, keeping her leg locked straight up in the air, and then without warning I started slamming my cock into her as hard and fast as I could, my other hand caressing the side of her neck and her breasts as I fucked her with everything I had.

True to my word, within a few seconds Sarah started to moan loudly, and then she started to scream aloud as an orgasm built deep inside her. She told me she was going to cum, and so I stopped fucking her, pulling myself completely out of her pussy. "No, don't stop," she pleaded, still tugging on her nipples. I grabbed her hands, picked her up, and threw her down face-first across the back of the couch, grabbing the double-headed dildo off the table before coming back behind her. I slapped her ass once, making her moan as I straightened her legs, making her stand while leaning on the back of the sofa.

Slowly, teasingly, I slid the dong across her swollen lips, making her moan with delight as I pressed my throbbing cock in the crack of her ass, my other hand reaching in front of her to tug on her nipples as I kissed her neck. Without warning I pulled my cock back and shoved it deep in her asshole. She screamed out in pain and pleasure as I took her from behind, and as she arched her back against my cock I slammed the dildo home in her wanton pussy. That was all it took, and I heard Sarah scream out that she was cumming. I just kept slamming the dildo into her, keeping my cock still in her ass as Sarah's orgasm flowed through her. She was muttering incoherently as I kept fucking her with the dildo through the orgasm, caressing her clit with my thumb every time the dildo bottomed out inside her. As she seemed to be coming down from the orgasm, I started fucking her ass as hard as I could, all the while moving the dildo in and out of her until I heard her cumming again, burying her face in the back of the couch as she screamed out, but I wasn't going to let her be quiet.

I pulled almost completely out of her ass and her pussy. When she groaned that she wanted more, I spanked her ass so hard it left a red welt on her cheek. "Naughty girl musn't be quiet. I told you I would make you scream, and I expect you to do it." I spanked her again, and she moaned in pleasure and pain as I left another welt on her other cheek. I reached out with my hand and grabbed her hair right at the top of the neck, pulling her head back sharply as I slammed back into her with both my cock and the rubber one. I kept hammering her, and soon Sarah was screaming out another orgasm as I fucked her ragged. I knew I couldn't take much more, and so when Sarah had finished cumming, I turned her over and made her sit on the couch. "Push your tits together around my cock so I can titty-fuck you." She was too out of it to argue, and soon I was slamming my cock into her considerable cleavage, with her lapping at the head with her tongue on every upstroke.

"Cum on my tits," she moaned as she reached down to fondle my balls, and then I lost it. I pumped franticly twice more before I felt my balls shoot forth my seed, and a white blast of jizm flew out of my cock and all over her tits. The second blast caught her on the chin as she moved to suck on my cock. By the third she had her lips around my cock and was pumping up and down, sucking for all she was worth. I locked my fingers in her hair and started face-fucking her until I was spent, and then I crashed on the sofa, watching as Sarah lifted her D-cups to her mouth and started to lick my cum off her own tits. When she was cleaned up she snuggled up next to me, kissing me on the cheek before dozing off.

I didn't remember falling asleep, but I woke up to find myself alone. A note on the table said that Sarah had left for the day, and wouldn't be back till late. Apparantly they had a party at the office that she needed to attend, and she and Maddy wouldn't be back until about 10. I looked at the clock and realized it was only 11 in the morning. I decided to use the shower to clean up, then maybe go home and get some work done at the house. I found the shower easilly, and washed up with pictures of last night running through my mind. Amazingly, as much sex as I had gotten in the past 12 hours or so I was still horny as hell.

I climbed out of the shower and dried off, and then made my way towards my clothes in the living room. I didn't think to take a towel with me, and realized too late that maybe I should have as I saw a younger woman in the living room talking on a cell phone.

"...so don't worry about me. The door was unlocked, so I let myself in. I'll see you after work. Talk to you then. Bye." Apparantly she had gotten either Sarah or Maddy's voicemail. She turned around, and I had a moment to stare before she gasped in shock. She was as pretty as either Maddy or Sarah, but younger, looking for all the world like a well-developed 16-year-old, though she obviously had to be older or she would have still been in school at this hour. Light blond hair in long pigtails capped a face that belonged on a model or movie starlet, and her eyes were an emerald green that was to die for. She was wearing black heeled boots that came up to her knees, a black and blue plaid mini-skirt that could have passed for a school-girl's, and a baby-blue spagetti-strap tank top that showed off her cleavage nicely and occasionally covered her bellybutton. It clung nicely to her C-cups, and showed a considerable amount of nicely tanned skin and the fact that she obviously had on no bra.

I covered myself with my hands as best as I could and smiled at her. "Hi, how are you?"

"Who the fuck are you?" she screamed, pulling a tube of something from the pouch on her belt.

"Whoa whoa! Take it easy! I'm Jared, Maddy's date from last night."

"You're Mads' boyfriend?" she asked, obviously not really believing me.

"Not exactly her boyfriend... more like a friendly aquaintance." She looked over the pile of male and female clothes that still littered the living room and smirked at me.

"Aquaintance, huh? Sure." Her cell started to ring, and she quick flipped it opened. I could only hear part of the conversation, but it sounded very interesting. "Hello? Oh, hey sis! Yeah, I'm at your place right now. Jared? Uh huh, we met. Oh yes, he's very nice. God, Maddy! No way! You're horrible! I'll be gone by then, sorry. Next weekend? Works for me! Alright sis, see you then. Bye!" She put the cell down and sighed. "Well, guess your story checks out after all."

"Good. You mind putting down the mace or whatever it is?" I asked her.

"Oh, this?" she smiled. "It's just spray deoderant in case I go out jogging."

"In that? Aren't you afraid it's going to fall off?" She blushed a little... just a little, and grinned brightly.

"That's half the point!" She came forward, extending her hand towards mine. "I'm Maddy's sister Lynn."

"I'm Jared. Nice to meet you," I said as I extended my hand, letting my cock hang down before I caught myself. I noticed Lynn's gaze shift to my member, and I saw her eyes go wide. She covered herself with a cough, and turned around.

"Don't you want to cover yourself up?" she asked me. I just laughed.

"I like the whole nudist thing, don't you?" I did pull a blanket around myself though. She turned around then, and we talked for a short time. She was intelligent, but she had a nasty sense of humor. Finally I had to ask a question that had been bugging me, especially since her nipples had been pressing against the fabric of her tanktop since her conversation with her sister on the phone. "What did your sister say that made you so nervous?"

Lynn blushed a deep crimson, and looked up at me. "She told me a few things that I really didn't need to know." Whatever it was, her nipples were straining to break free of their restraint, so I slid over closer to her on the couch, placing my hand on her knee gently.

"You can tell me. I won't laugh! Promise." She slapped me in the arm.

"You are evil! She told me... I can't believe I'm saying this. She told me that you're one hell of a fuck, and can take care of two women at one time without breaking a sweat." I did laugh at that, and she smacked me in the arm again. When I didn't stop laughing she tried to hit me again, but I grabbed her wrist, and then we got into a bit of a wrestling match, ending with us both on the floor, with my blanket lying about five feet away, and her skirt bunched up at her waist. I was pleased to see a beautiful pussy, with just a fine line of hair as blonde as that on her head running up towards her belly, and no panties. We kept wrestling, and pretending it was an accident I slid my cock against her pussy. To both her and my surprise my cock slipped inside her instantly.

"Oh fuck!" she moaned before she caught herself, and everything stopped. We laid there, staring into each other's eyes, neither of us knowing what to do next. Lynn bit her lip, and I saw resolve enter her eyes as she wrapped her legs around my back, locking her heels, and pulling me deep inside of her. I bottomed out instantly, and she and I both moaned in pleasure as we locked our lips together. She quickly rolled me over onto my back and sat up, my shaft still deep in her pussy as she ripped her tank top off over her head, releasing an amazing set of tits, not quite so perfect as Maddy's if a little bigger, and then she started bouncing up and down with excruciating slowness, my shaft sliding easilly in and out of her pussy on every stroke. "God, you're so much bigger than the guys I'm used to," she moaned as she squeezed my hands. "I'm such a fucking slut, but all I ever get are the four-inchers with no endurance. I have to fuck five or six of them at a time to get any satisfaction, which is why my poor pussy is so loose."

"Oh," I groaned. "So that's why I just slipped in like that?" She nodded. "Then I'll just have to make sure I fuck you good," I said as I rolled back over, lying her on her back, my cock never leaving her. I pulled her up so she was sitting on my lap facing me, and kept fucking her slowly, kissing her neck as she clawed at my back. After a few minutes of this slow pace I wrapped my right arm around behind her back and laid her down, her pelvis raised because of my arm. My other hand started to caress her tits as I started to fuck her hard and steady, and at this angle my cock nailed her G-spot on every thrust. Within a few strokes she started to moan that she was close. I bit down on her nipple, tugging on it as I picked up speed, slamming in until my balls smacked into her ass, and Lynn kept getting louder.

"Oh fuck," she moaned. "So good... So... don't stop... ugh!" Lynn arched her back in pleasure, and while she was arched I pushed my knees forward under her ass, lifting her pelvis even more, and then I really started fucking her. The air was filled with the squishing sound of my cock being driven home and her moans of pleasure. "Oh godddddddd... I'm... cum... CUMMING...JARED!" Her body lerched forward as her orgasm hit her like a truck. She latched her arms around my neck and pulled herself up into me to lock a deep kiss onto my lips as she came, her juices soaking my cock as she kept bouncing up and down through the orgasm. Out of curiosity I ran my pinkie around her asshole, but when she pulled away from it I didn't press the issue. Ass or pussy, a fuck is a fuck to me.

She slowed down her thrusting as the orgasm subsided, and she took a moment to slow her breathing back to normal before she spoke. "That was fucking incredible Jared. I have never been fucked like that by anyone. Usually I cum an hour after the guy when I masturbate by myself."

"Yeah, but they suck. I'm good at what I do." She started bouncing up and down slowly again, biting her bottom lip.

"I've noticed," she moaned as she fucked me slowly. "Know any good positions? I'm sick of missionary and doggie, but that's all any guy wants."

It only took me a minute before I remembered one. "How kinky are you?" I asked. Her look said everything. I had her lie on her back next to the couch, and I sat on the couch, pulling her legs up until she was upside down, her ass resting on the cushion. I kindly placed a pillow beneath her head before I started fucking her.

"How does this work?" she asked me. I positioned myself facing her, lifting her legs up so that I could get between her ass and the couch. I pointed my cock straight down at her pussy, and she smiled when she understood. I pushed her legs down towards her head, and slid my cock around her slit, flicking her clit with it a few times before burying myself inside of her. It was an odd position, and I had never done it before, but it was quite enjoyable fucking her like this, bending at the knees to bury myself into her. Lynn grabbed her ankles as I fucked her, and I started flicking her clit with my fingers and kissing the inside of her legs. Lynn was moaning loudly as I slammed into her as hard as I could. Lynn was having a great time judging by the look on her face. Her eyes were opened wide, and she was tugging at her nipples unmercifully. After a few minutes her eyes closed tight, and I heard the scream building in her throat.

"OoooooooohhHHHHHHHHHH FUCK MEEE! OH GOD!" Her pussy clamped down on me like a vice, and her orgasm caused her to thrash about, her arms sprawling to her sides as her legs locked around my waist, pulling me deep into her. I kept up the pace, and just as her orgasm was about to subside I heard her scream out again that she was cumming. "Cum... cum... Jared! I'm CUM..." She didn't finish getting the words out as she screamed out with the second orgasm, and when it had passed she laid there unconcious, her face bright red as all the blood had flown into her head. I laid her down on the floor, and in a few minutes she regained conciousness.

"How long was I out?" she asked me. When I told her only four or five minutes, she rolled onto her hands and knees, her ass pointing towards me. "Good. Then I'm still primed for cumming. Now get your ass up here and fuck me like the bitch I am." She didn't need to tell me twice. I easilly slid my cock into her pussy from behind, and we started to fuck doggie style. I felt Lynn reach up and start to fondle her clit and my balls with her hand, and I reached around to tug on her nipples with one hand as I pulled on her pigtails with the other. I felt her pussy starting to clench, and knew that she was about to cum, but so was I.

"I'm about to cum Lynn," I moaned as I fucked her ragged.

"Cum in my pussy Jared. Oh god cum inside my fucking pussy!" We redoubled our efforts, our bodies matching rythem as my cock slammed into her pussy as my balls smacked her clit on every stroke. Then she started to scream out her orgasm, and her pussy clamped down tightly on my cock. "OH JAREEEEEEED!" she screamed as her walls clenched and unclenched on my shaft, and then I felt my release.

With a roar I grabbed Lynn by the hips and started slamming into her harder than ever, and then I felt my balls tense and release, sending a load of my seed deep into her spasming pussy. After the first shot I heard her scream out, and then another orgasm hit her as my cock kept spurting deep inside of her. Her pussy was milking my cock as she came again, and when we had both finished cumming we both fell to the ground, cuddled together, my cock still in her pussy.

"Oh my fucking god Jared, I have never cum that much with anyone." She kissed me deeply before moving down to suck my shaft into her mouth, licking me clean. "I'm glad I'm on the pill, or else I'd definatly be knocked up after that load." I shrugged, too tired to comment. "I hope Maddy starts dating you. I want you around the next time I visit." She kissed me on the cheek, then curled up next to me. We both dozed for a while, and I woke up about two hours later, once again alone.

I found her note on the table next to the one from Sarah. It read, "Jared, thanks for the greatest fuck I've ever had. Hope to see you again. Lots of lust, Lynn." I grinned, leaned back against the sofa, and wondered if I should bother trying to shower again. I still had a while left until Sarah and Maddy got home. Maybe if I was lucky and showered again someone else would be here to fuck. The way my day had been going I figured it may be worth the try.

Garden walk 2

Garden walk 2 [part 2 of 2]
By: JL (jllc2@yahoo.com)

GARDEN WALK 2

So there I was, buck naked in Teri's garden when her daughter walked outside.

Teri and I had just been lying on the grass, regaining our senses. I'd stopped by to look at her garden?it was the neighborhood Garden Walk Day?and as the sun set we relaxed with a beer around the small pond in her garden. Somehow our relaxation turned into sex. Outside, on the edge of her pond, beneath the stars. Teri was older than me?in her forties, and I'm 29?but she had a great body, and when she'd stripped off her shorts and tank top a few minutes earlier, I got naked myself and soon we were fucking like wild animals, oblivious to everything. When we finished, gasping, I'd rolled off her and was gazing at the dark sky when Abby walked out of the house.

"Mom?" she asked. "What the hell are you?Oh."

"Hi, hon." She didn't even sit up. "You know Keith, don't you?"

I scrambled on the grass. Where were my shorts?

Abby laughed. "You're unbelievable."

"Bill's gone." Her boyfriend. "And Keith was right here."

"I see." She smiled. "Hi, Keith."

"Uh, hi." I found a sock. "I was just?do you see my boxers anywhere?"

"Don't worry. I know what a naked man looks like." She looked around, found the cooler, and pulled out a beer. "You mind? I spent all day on my feet."

She sank into a chair, popped the beer, and took a long swallow?as if finding her mother naked in the back yard with an equally naked man was something that happened every day.

Abby looked like a younger version of her mother. Her blonde hair was darker and less curly but she had the same shape and smile. She wore sandals and a green skirt and a white T-shirt that stretched over her breasts, and I glanced at Teri to compare them. Smaller, but firmer. I looked at the ground and found one of my shoes.

Teri finally sat up and stretched. "I'm going inside for a shower. Abby, why don't you hand Keith another beer?"

Picking up her clothes, Teri walked to the door while Abby grabbed a beer for me. "You look like you need it."

"Thanks." I couldn't look her in the eyes as I opened the beer. "I'll just, uh, find my clothes and get out of here."

"Don't worry." Abby giggled. "It's not like this is the first time I ever walked in on my mother having sex. Sit down and relax."

Nervously I stepped to a chair and sat, conscious of the last few drips of semen dribbling from my half-limp dick.

"They got divorced when I was ten," Abby said. "When I was fourteen I came home from school sick and she was on the couch with our neighbor. They didn't even notice me."

What was I supposed to say to that? I crossed my legs to hide my cock.

"When I was sixteen I caught her in the shower with two guys. From my school." She shook her head. "Talk about steaming up the place. At least she couldn't bitch me out when she caught me with one of them in the car a few weeks later. We had the whole talk about safe sex and then we didn't have to sneak around anymore."

"That's . . . nice." I sipped my beer. A thought popped into my head. "What about Bill?"

"Oh, Bill's probably screwing some client's daughter or wife right now. Or did you mean??"

"What?"

"Bill. I've never done it with him, if that's what you meant."

"Mom would kill you?"

"Actually, no. He just doesn't turn me on that much. But it probably is better that way."

"Probably." I was starting to relax. Swallowing some beer, I stretched my legs.

"This one time . . ." Abby kicked off her sandals and pulled her t-shirt free of her skirt. "I was home from college?we were living in Cincinnati then?and she got called to substitute for another teacher. This was after she and this one guy had been at it all night. So she left and he was still asleep when I got up and I didn't know anyone else was there. So I took a shower and walked out and there he was. And I was naked. He was just wearing some shorts. And so we?well, pretty soon we were doing it in my bed, and her bed, and everywhere else in the house. And she walked in that night and I was bent over the kitchen table and he was?doing it, you know? And she just said ?I'm going to take a shower.'" Abby laughed as if it were the funniest joke she'd ever heard.

I forced a laugh, too, aware that my previously weak prick had gotten stiff from the story.

"So I'm just saying you don't need to be embarrassed." She smiled. Then she looked down, between my legs. "Not that you've got anything to be ashamed of."

That made me grow even more. I coughed, picked up my beer, and tried to arrange my legs so my erection would be less obvious.

"I think she's going to be a while." Abby stood up, smoothed her skirt, and walked over to me. "Don't get up."

I couldn't believe it. She put her hands on my shoulder, leaned down, and kissed me. As our tongues met her hands roamed down my chest to my hips, and a moment later she followed them with her mouth, kissing and licking my arms and my chest and then my stomach. She knelt between my legs and cupped my balls in her hands. My cock, drained just a few minutes ago, was hard and ready again.

"Why should she have all the fun?" With a wicked grin Abby tilted her head and took my cock into her mouth. I closed my eyes as her lips slid up my shaft and told myself I was dreaming. This couldn't be real. But the slippery tongue caressing my prick told me this was no dream?at least not one I wanted to wake up from.

I scooted toward the edge of the chair and rubbed her shoulders and neck as she sucked me. Her hands floated up and down my legs, tickling my balls every so often, stroking my dick when she backed off for air.

In a few minutes my cock was ready to burst but I didn't want to cum just yet. I tapped her head and she let my prick pop from her lips. "Ahh," she sighed. "Mom definitely knows how to pick a good cock to suck."

This was weird?a daughter talking about her mother's sex life. Licking my prick right after I'd fucked her mother. But Abby was too tantalizing to resist. I watched her stand up and unfasten her skirt, letting it drop to the grass. I pulled her down to her ankles and she lifted one leg to kick them into the pond. "Oops," she giggled.

I stood up and helped her pull off her T-shirt. She unsnapped her bra and I saw her nipples in the moonlight, round and pink. I stopped thinking about Teri. We kissed again.

Then she gave my chest a gentle push. "I get the top bunk."

The grass felt cool on my butt as I sat down. Abby got between my knees and gave my throbbing cock another lick. Then she slowly crept forward, dragging her breasts across my stomach and chest. I reached and pulled them to my mouth, sucking each nipple hard enough to make her gasp. Then Abby pushed my legs together and crouched above me, letting her breasts dangle as she reached her position above my cock.

I held her hips as she sank down and dug my fingers into her skin as my prick rose up to penetrate her pussy. "Yes," Abby grunted, easing it into her. "Good and hard."

Hands on the ground next to my shoulders, she rocked slowly back and forth, moisture leaking down from her slit to cover my skin. I reached again for her breasts, squeezing them softly. Abby closed her eyes and began breathing faster.

I drove my body up to meet her. "Uhh," she groaned. Her face was flushed. I reached around for her ass with one hand, still clutching her breast with the other. She wiggled, sending even more intense sensations of pleasure down the length of my cock.

"Is she watching?" Abby whispered. I forgot who she meant, but she repeated the question and I turned my head from her bouncing breasts for a moment. I saw lights in the window and a face. Teri. Oh my god.

"Yes," I said.

"Good." She thrust down on me. "Let her see us."

I didn't care. My cock was deep inside her and I gripped her waist. "Okay."

"Give it to me good. Let her see it."

She leaned down, and I lifted my face to kiss her nipples. Her arms were shaking and her shoulders trembled but she kept pounding up and down and I kept pushing up to join her. The fact that I'd cum twenty minutes ago helped me maintain control but it didn't diminish the urgency of my thrusts. Abby was riding me as if she hadn't fucked in weeks?or maybe she just got off on having her mother watch. Weird. But Teri wasn't complaining. I could see her watching us calmly, a glass in her hand. I dug my fingers into her ass and listened to Abby moan louder.

"Good," Abby panted. "Good . . . . good . . .." Her hair hid her face but I could see the light in her eyes. " Good . . . hard . . . cock . . . good . . . ."

Sweat glistened her on skin and I licked it. She pressed her breasts into my face and then reared back, grunting, and then she slammed down on my cock one more time and bit her lip as she came, the muscles in her pussy spasming as her body shook.

She slowed down, her chest heaving, and I was still hard. Wiping her arm across her face, she lifted her body off my erect cock and kissed me. Before I could grab her and roll her onto the ground she twisted around and found my chair. Bracing her arms on it, she got up on her knees with her ass in my face. "Finish it," Abby demanded.

I was ready. One hand on her hip and the other on her shoulder, I rammed my cock inside her and began a hard thrusting in and out. She sighed happily.

Before visiting Teri tonight I hadn't had any sex in weeks, and now I felt as if I wanted to go on for just as long. Abby began to moan again, urging me on. I squeezed her ass hard and she yelped, then laughed. I slipped my other hand down to hold her breast. She reached between her legs to play with her clit and then I moved my hand to join her. Her fingers were wet and soon mine were too, and my cock felt soaked in her hot juices as I plunged back and forth like a machine. I was groaning loudly and Abby's panting increased as another orgasm approached.

"You're so hard," she moaned. "So deep . . . do it, do it!"

"I'm doing it," I told her. "Fuck . . . fuck . . . ."

"Fuck," she agreed. "Fucking hard. Oh! Oh!"

Time stopped, or seemed to go on forever. I could see Teri looking at me, a smile on her face, and heard Abby urging me deeper, harder, faster, and when I finally erupted I felt as if I'd been fucking all night. I pumped burst after burst into her, shaking with effort, and then I slipped out of her and collapsed on the grass, breathing hard.

"Ahh," Abby said, lying down next to me, her hand on my stomach. "That was excellent."

"Yeah," I croaked. I couldn't have compared them. Not that I wanted to. I placed a hand on one of her breasts and closed my eyes.

I might have drifted off. When I opened my eyes again Teri was standing above me in a short silk robe. "Have fun?"

"Uhh . . . ." I didn't know what to say.

She laughed at my embarrassment. "Don't worry. I know I raised myself a slut." She sighed loudly. "Where did I go wrong?"

"Oh, Mom, grow up." Abby was sitting up, still nude, drinking a beer. "I'm just following your example and enjoying life. Like mother, like daughter."

"Well . . ." She smiled. "Maybe. So I'm an bad mom, is that what you're saying?"

"But you're a great gardener," I said. Abby laughed.

Teri looked out over the pond and nodded. "You can come back and visit my garden any time."