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   BetweenHerLegs says -

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events, nor to condone or encourage any of these activities.  Likewise,
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   Jenny (ManyJennies@yahoo.com)

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   "Summer Vacations"

   by BetweenHerLegs

   (C) Jenny Clark, 2008

   Senya and Owen were a proud couple.  Thirty two years old, married since
they were twenty-five, they were both abnormally fit and more attractive
than most any couple had a right to be.  Owen was tall with sandy blonde
hair, a boyish grin, bright blue eyes, and an overblown swimmer's build. 
Lean at the waist, strong legs, absurdly muscular chest and upper arms.  He
was, in fact, a swimmer, and still kept his body completely free of hair,
which Senya found delightful.  Senya was not particularly athletic, though
she occasionally did light aerobics or a little jogging.  She was a
brunette with obscenely large brown eyes, long lashes, and skin the color
of bronzed apricots.  Her waist was narrow, her arms long and thing, her
legs shapely.  Her chest and hips were curvier than such a thin girl's
should have been, and her ass, though firm and well defined, was also full
and beautifully shaped.

   They were also proud of their sex life.  Married seven years and they
still had bed-shaking, headboard-banging, ear-piercing sex virtually every
night of the week.  Most other nights, they weren't on a bed or near a
headboard, but Senya's loud cries and grunts were still ear-splitting. 
They'd actually been kicked out of one apartment because of the noise they
generating when making love.  They had a condo now.

   There were three times of the year, though, that were of note.  One, was
their wedding anniversary.  Their rule was, it's like a honeymoon, and that
means you don't stop.  Even on their seventh anniversary, they literally
spent twenty-fours straight making love.  They might slow down a little
from time to time to catch their breaths and cuddle, but there was no
sleeping, no eating.  A little drinking.  But mostly, a marathon of making
love.

   Then there was Christmas Eve.  Christmas Eve every year, they broke down
some barrier.  They took their sex to some new level.  Sometimes it worked
out.  The first year, they had had sex in the back of a taxi cab, and that
had been pretty good.  The second year, they had tried light bondage, and
that been okay.  The third year, they stepped up the bondage, and that had
been a disaster.  The fourth year they had finally tried anal intercourse,
and that had been a smash hit for both of them.  Year five, they had tried
toys on Owen, and that had been a total failure.  Year six, they had tried
a threesome with a friend of Owen's from work, and that had turned out to
just be awkward and difficult.  They hoped that they would be able to turn
it back around this upcoming Christmas.

   The third event was summer vacation.  Summer vacation for Senya and Owen
was their open time.  As great as their sex was, as much as they loved each
other, they also acknowledged that some things couldn't be accommodated
within a married couple.  So, during summer vacation, each was allowed to
step outside of the relationship once for the year.  There were ground
rules.  For one, there had to a reason, other than the passion of the
moment.  It had to be thought out and somehow deep-seated.  For another,
they had to talk about it together, explain why the selection had been made
before hand and then tell all about the fulfillment or disappointment or
just the experience afterward.

   The first year, it had been about last flings with old flames.  Owen had
spent the night with an ex-girlfriend, and had been incredibly satisfied
with the experience.  A tall, thin blonde, she was incredibly sexy, even if
less curvy than his wife, and she always sounded like a little girl when
they had sex, which was pretty damned exciting for Owen.

   They had dinner together, mostly because Owen didn't want it to seem
like he was using her for sex, even though, well, he was using her for sex,
and then they got in Darlene's car.  They got in the back of her car.  In
record time it seemed, Owen had her dress up to her waist and down to her
waist, fucking her hard through his unzipped pants and wolfing down her
handful-sized breasts.  Darlene whimpered and cried and asked him to be
gentle, but whimpered and cried even louder when he got less gentle.  Owen
remembered that her orgasms weren't spectacular, but they were frequent. 
By the time he had pulled out of her pussy and was humping her smooth tummy
to completion, she had already cum twice, each climax marked by a simple
freezing of her muscles and welling of tears in her eyes.

   "Do you still have a key to your parents' house?" he asked, panting as
she contorted herself into a position that allowed her to lick his cock
clean.

   "Yes," she said softly.

   "Wanna sneak into their basement?"

   In a matter of moments, it seemed, the two of them were completely naked
on the daybed in her parents' finished basement.  It was midnight, and her
parents were sound asleep.  Darlene was expressive in bed, but quiet, and
the way her long limbs wrapped all around Owen like a sexual spider kept
the violence of his strong thrusts from creating too much of a racket. 
They made love in that basement the rest of the night.  Owen came twice
more.  The second of his evening's three was a messy load all over
Darlene's spherical tits.  The third was in her mouth.  She didn't swallow
at first, but instead spit his semen back onto his chest, and then licked
it up.  They fucked again after that, but Owen was drained.

   Senya had planned to do old boyfriend, but that turned out less well,
and she mainly ended up feeling frustrated.  Derrick had readily agreed to
meet with her even though he was married.  They had skipped dinner, gotten
a hotel room, but he just couldn't get it up.  Senya tried everything she
could.  She tried giving him oral, she tried dancing for him, she tried
talking dirty, talking about fantasies, but it didn't matter.  Nothing
worked.  And then, when they were sprawled out naked on the bed, Derrick on
his back, Senya on her belly futilely trying to stroke him to erection, his
wife burst in on them.  That was the end of the evening, but at least Senya
had gotten a chance.

   In year two of their marriage, they had been feeling a little more
adventurous.  They wanted to play with taboos.  Senya had always wanted to
be with a black man.  Owen, it turned out, had always wanted to be with a
black man, too.  They met the right man, and had each spent one night of
the weekend with him.  On Friday, the three of them had dinner together,
and then went their separate ways.  On Saturday afternoon, Michael and
Senya got together, and the chemistry was outstanding.  Before going out or
anything, they had an immediate, violent coupling in Michael's hotel room.
They ended up rolling all over the floor and bed, and Senya couldn't
believe how great it was, the energy and stamina he had.  Nor could she
believe when he finally had her pinned to the wall, hand against her
throat, mouth sucking hard on her tits, the volume of cum he let loose all
over her thighs.

   They dressed for dinner then, and the passion between them remained
electric.  "Most white girls don't do much for me," Michael admitted as
they drank some wine.  "You, however, do a hell of a lot."

   Senya smiled.  "Why's that?"

   "You're built, babydoll, you're built."

   Senya's eyes flashed.  "Built for what?"

   "Built for things you never even imagined a man could do to you."

   And it turned out he was right.  Senya experienced more positions with
Michael in that one night than she had with Owen in their entire marriage.

   Owen, it turned out, though, might have been turned on a little thinking
about being bi, but he couldn't go through with it at all.  When he had
gone to Michael's room on Sunday, Michael had been all over him with as
much passion as he had had for Senya.  Hard kisses on the throat, humping
up against his thigh, hands groping his body.

   "Love white men," he said.

   Owen not only didn't get hard in response, but he actually vomited all
over himself when Michael started to kiss his crotch through his pants.

   Clearly, this wasn't going to work, and Michael asked the couple if he
could have another night with Senya then but both of them agreed that the
deal was that each spouse got one night of infidelity a year, and Senya had
had hers.  Michael was pissed, but he didn't push it.

   Year three, they gave themselves a challenge.  A seduction.  Each tried
to bed someone they had never been able to before.  Each of them succeeded.
Owen went after his best friend's mom.  Senya went after Owen's best
friend.

   Senya had the easier time, no surprise.  They invited Jack over, Owen
got an fake emergency call into work, and then it was like child's play. 
All Senya had to do was bat her long lashes a few times, bend over to pick
something up once or twice, and then sit very close to him on the couch. 
Jack put his arm around her, and pulled her into an aggressive kiss,
thinking, as most guys do in most every situation, that he was initiating
the sexual encounter.

   Senya gasped when they finally broke the kiss.  "Your tongue is
amazing," she said, honestly appreciating its length as well as its
flexibility and his command over it.  She slurped it out of his mouth and
gave it a good suck.

   Jack had one hand on her hip, the other on her chest, and he said,
"Well, if it turns out you're shaved where every girl should be, then
you'll get to appreciate my tongue even more.

   Grinning, Senya leaned back and unfastened her jeans.  She wore no
panties, and it was obvious that she was clean-shaven.  Jack wasted no time
pulling her jeans the rest of the way off, and then pulling her down onto
his face.  She rode him hard, using hard thrusts and graceful arcs to give
his entire face the experience of her love.  His hands sunk into her
magnificent ass.  And his tongue explored her more deeply than she had ever
been touched before.  He managed to tongue her g-spot well enough to bring
her to a squirting orgasm, right on his face.  This didn't turn him off,
and he didn't slow down.

   In fact, Senya turned around and dug into his pants so that they could
69 on the couch, she on top, and they spent the rest of the night in
basically that position.  There was no end to Jack's hunger, and no limit
to the energy and strength of his tongue.  At one point she reared up and
rode his face in a circular motion, massaging her own breasts and said,
"You've been so nice to me, you can stick that wonderful cock of yours
inside me anytime you like, Jack."

   Jack hummed into her cunt, and said, "I'm good." And she watched as his
tongue slid up between her thighs and gave her clit a strong, wet massage.

   "Me too," she groaned, falling back down and covering the base of his
cock with kisses.  To tell the truth, Jack's endowment wasn't all that
spectacular, but his tongue was mind-blowing, and Senya was in no hurry to
switch.

   As for Owen's luck, Jack's mom was forty-eight, in excellent shape.  She
was tan, with a golfer's trim musculature, and a sparkling smile that made
her look younger than she was.  She wore a blonde ponytail, and her voice
was just a little husky with a very slit lisp.  She was very like her
youngest daughter, only hotter.

   While out on his bogus emergency, Owen went to visit Rachael and her
husband Geoff, and when Geoff fell asleep in the den watching TV, Owen put
the moves on.  He flirted with Rachael over tea in the kitchen, made
suggestive comments in the living room as they listened to mellow classic
rock, and eyed her with unabashed desire every time she moved when they
were playing cards on the coffee table.  After more than hour of this, she
said something like, "Owen, you're so innocent."

   "How so?" he asked.

   "Your voice and your eyes try to negotiate deals that you aren't even
aware are on the table," she answered in a round-about way, tucking a stray
blonde hair back over her ear and sucking a little of her lower lip into
her mouth.

   "I'm aware of any and all deals being negotiated," he responded, staring
into her eyes.  He'd never realized before that they weren't just coffee
brown; they had flecks of gold and of green in them.

   "Don't make deals you can't follow through on." Her exotic eyes searched
his eyes.

   And Owen said, "I'll follow through until the sun comes up if you'll let
me."

   "It's a deal," she breathed, rising, taking him by the hand, and walking
to the master bedroom.  "Geoff will be asleep until mid-morning," she said,
already unbuttoning her blouse, "so we have all night."

   He kissed her, running his hand up her side to her breast.  Her bra was
satin and smooth, but her hard nipples pressed against the fabric.  "All
night might be just long enough to get started."

   Owen had long had a crush on Jack's mom, and he savored that night.  It
was one of the slowest paces he'd maintained all his life.  They undressed
each other slowly, caressing and kissing and embracing as often as
possible. Even once they were naked, they rolled back and forth on top of
the bed, tasting each other and feel each other's nearness, very much like
a man and woman in love.  Their first coupling was just as sweet, with
Rachael on her back, legs spread, her hips thrusting upward in perfect
rhythm to meet Owen's powerful drive.  She'd had her tubes tied and could
not get pregnant, so insisted that Owen cum inside her, and he did, after
slow, romantically charged sex.  When he came, it was always hard, and he
jerked his entire pelvis with every spurt.  The force of this inside her
brought Rachael over the top, and she came with a great gush of wetness and
a throat-scratching scream that started in her belly.

   After that, the cork was out, and they went wild.  When Owen left in the
morning, there was no bedding left on the bed, the books in the shelf which
served as headboard were largely dislodged, and one bedside lamp was
completely broken.  Rachael had bruises all over her tan body, cum oozing
out of her pussy.  Owen had scratches and lovemarks on every major body
part, and a cut on his back from the broken lamp, which he had fallen onto
when Rachael pounced on top of him.

   "The night of a lifetime," she said, blowing a kiss as he walked out of
her bedroom.

   He looked back at her, almost with a sense of loss.  At that moment, he
not only regretted that he would never be able to be with her again, for
that was part of the rules of the summer vacation -- no return visits,
because that becomes a real affair -- but almost regretted that their life
circumstances prohibited the exploration of a real relationship.  He could
say nothing, only smile a bit forlornly and go his way.

   Year four was a mutual disaster.  Senya had always wanted to be a real
groupie and get involved in some crazy after-concert sex with a rock band.
She made it happen, only it wasn't that great.  She ended up sucking off
the overweight road manager just to get a little action out of the deal,
while the rock stars were too drunk to get hard except for the bass player,
who preferred sucking cock to having his own cock sucked.

   Owen, on the other hand, had a long-time fantasy about screwing a
waitress in the restroom of the restaurant where she worked.  Turned out
that restaurant restrooms smelled awful, toilets were very uncomfortable
for sex, and waitresses expected to be tipped for even this service.  The
blonde he ended up with was pretty, but neither of them experienced a
climax, both felt dirty, and she ended up with fifty of his dollars.

   Year five picked up a little, especially for Owen.  They were thirty
years old and wanted to prove themselves young again.  They also spent a
lot of time talking about what things would have been like if they had met
when they were younger.  So the plan was for each to pick up an eighteen
year-old who looked fairly like an eighteen year-old version of the other.

   Senya found hers first, and things started out great.  She spotted him
in a grocery store, and she flirted with him in the aisle a little bit,
then again out by his car, and then she asked him to come home with her for
a drink.  Excited about the prospect of alcohol, the eighteen year-old
agreed quickly and they went to Senya and Owen's apartment.  Senya poured
drinks, and then went to the bedroom.  She emerged in a red nightgown that
clung to her curves, hung loose and teasing over her narrow waist, and
barely obscured her nipples and her shaved pussy.

   The boy's eyes bulged, and so did his pants.  Senya smiled, her big
brown eyes wide and tantalizing.  She turned on a little music and danced,
or rather swayed in gentle movements intended to show of her curves more
than anything else.  She ran her tongue over her lips.  "Can I . . .?" the
boy asked, rubbing at his cock.

   "Oh yes, please," she breathed.

   He removed his cock and started stroking it while he watched her move.
"You're really hot," he gushed.  "I mean, you're like old enough to be a
teacher at my school, but you're way hotter."

   "You ever seen a naked woman before?" she asked him, loving how much his
dimpled smile looked like Owen's.

   He shook his head.  "Not, like, in person.  Just in pictures and on the
internet."

   "It's better in person," she told him, slowly lowering each
shoulder-strap of her nightie.

   "It sure is," he agreed.

   Smiling at him, veiling her eyes behind her long lashes, Senya wriggled
out of her nightie and walked towards him.  Her breasts swayed, her hips
seemed to roll.  He came in his hand before she had a chance to touch him.

   "That's okay," she said, smiling at him reassuringly.  "We have as long
as we want, just you and me."

   But the kid was embarrassed, uncertain of himself, and proceeded to
stuff himself back in his pants, and then, without even zipping or wiping
his hands or anything else, ran out of the apartment, going god knows
where, because he certainly couldn't go home in that condition.  Senya
sighed in frustration, collapsed on the couch, and grimaced.

   Owen picked up his eighteen year-old at a Starbucks.  She had hair and a
complexion much like Senya's, and in profile she had a similarly arousing
lumbar curve.  She was not quite as well endowed, but she was a teenager,
so that was okay.  Perhaps best of all, she had braces, and nothing said
young girl to Owen like braces in a pretty smile.

   He took the girl back to their apartment to listen to some indie rock.
He put on a Death Cab for Cutie CD, and they sat on the couch together. 
She lay her head on his chest and pulled his arm around her.  He allowed
himself to feel her hip and then to draw his hand up to the side of her
breast.

   Before he knew it, she was sliding her head down to his lap, undoing his
pants, and pulling out his cock.  Her mouth was all over him as soon as he
was exposed -- softer and wetter than any other mouth he'd felt.  And it
was very exciting the way she had to be careful of her braces as she worked
towards bobbing her head up and down on his rigid shaft.  From time to
time, the metal would scrape his skin, and that was exciting too.  He
couldn't take his eyes off her young, pretty face as she slid up and down,
up and down, faster, faster, harder, deeper.  When he came, she swallowed
as much as possible, and then looked up at him and grinned, cum stringing
between brackets of her top and bottom braces.

   "I've never done that before," she giggled.

   "You're lying," he said lightly.

   "No!  Guys want it all the time, but I've never done it."

   "Well then you're gifted, because that was probably the best blow job
I've ever had." In truth, her skill was incredible, but he also knew that
just her age and the exceptional softness of her lips and wetness of her
whole mouth contributed.

   She smiled bigger.  "Glad it made you feel good."

   Owen clutched at her ass and bent to kiss her, sucking his own cum
through her teeth and braces.  "When do you have to be home?" he asked,
sliding his hands under the waistband of her jeans, and inside her panties
to feel her naked ass.

   She shivered.  "I don't care when I have to be home," she gushed,
kissing his throat.  "I'm yours for as long as you want me."

   "How do you like it?" he asked between kisses as they each rapidly
shucked their own clothes.

   "I don't know," she answered breathlessly, still talking between kisses.

   "You mean --?"

   She was down to white cotton panties and a white bra.  Owen was naked.
She straddled his lap on the couch and began to cover his chest with
kisses. He could feel the feet and moisture of her pussy through her
panties.  His hands were racing all over her back, her sides, her ass.

   "I'm a virgin," she admitted.  "I mean, I give my boyfriend hand jobs
all the time, but that's it." She twirled her tongue around his nipples and
started grinding hard against his erection.  "I've never even let a boy
touch me there before."

   Owen later felt like he should have hesitated or approached this with
greater care and caution hearing that she was so inexperienced, but it was
such a turn on for him, that instead he muscled her onto her back and
started to grope her pussy through her panties while literally ripping her
bra apart and gorging himself on her pretty young breasts.

   "Whatever you do," he said, pausing to suck as much of one tit into his
mouth as possible, "if you start to get scared, don't worry -- the other
side of fear is sheer ecstasy."

   The girl was already beyond words.  She whimpered and grunted under him.
Owen grinned lewdly and pulled her panties off.  He spread her legs, then
spread her pussy, and then plunged in, as roughly as he would his wife. 
She screamed with the first penetration, and his cock smeared with blood,
but he kept fucking.

   "It burns," she said, "it burns, it burn, it burns."

   "Hang on, baby girl," he said, "it's going to explode."

   She was tight and raw, and her flesh felt new.  Even the texture of her
inner walls seemed somehow fresher, less disturbed.  Owen knew he couldn't
last long, so he just went ahead with a full head of steam, fucking the
girl so hard her head was pressed into the armrest of the cough.  Her face
was red and screwed up.  She grunted with every thrust.

   When he got close, Owen pulled out, gave his cock a few quick jerks and
then exploded at her pretty face.  He reached out, rubbed the cum around
her soft, delicate skin, and then licked it off her.  Both of them panting,
her picked her up and carried her to the bed.  They cuddled there for a
while, and then she began to kiss him, to caress his body.  "Do it again,"
she begged in a whisper.  "Do it again."

   Before she went home, the girl had experienced her first orgasm, and
Owen had a new appreciation for why older men always lusted after younger
women.  Beyond the obvious physical pleasures, the combination of complex
emotions was exciting in its won right, from her pain and fear, to her
unabashed joy and delight.  The whole night was just plain fun for the
girl, and that was a major high for Owen.  He came two more times by the
end.  Once, sliding himself in the crease between her beautifully smooth
ass cheeks.  The final time, an accidental eruption inside her pussy.  She
promised she would take a morning after pill that he gave her, and he
trusted her.  She had no desire to get pregnant.

   Year six was their chance to finally say yes to one pestering suitor. 
Married or not, when you're as attractive and dynamic as both Senya and
Owen are, people hit on you, and some of them obsessively so.  They decided
that in the sixth year, they would each find out what it would be like to
finally give in to one persistent person.  Both were glad they did.

   Owen initially considered choosing a nineteen year-old lifeguard from
the local public swimming pool.  She was thin, sexy, proportionately
curved, always wore skimpy two-pieces, had a tattoo in the small of her
back and other on her left breast, and made no attempt to not hit on him.
He decided that he'd better not go young two years in a row, though, lest
that become a fetish for him, as he was sure it easily could.

   Instead, he made a choice that shocked but did not displease Senya: her
mother.  She had known that her mom had eyes for Owen, and that her mom was
not all that thrilled with her own husband's performance in bed.  She had,
however, not known that her mom had repeatedly propositioned Owen -- and
not discreetly.

   So they began their summer vacation with Senya's parents.  Owen knew he
would only have to wait.  It didn't take long.  In fact, their very first
evening there, while he was pouring everybody drinks in the kitchen, he was
approached by Bev.  Senya's mother Bev was about fifty years old, but like
Senya seemed unable of being out of shape.  She was a pale-complected
redhead, with very long, very straight, very silky hair.  Her waist was
trim, her hips and ass perfectly round, her breasts full.  That night she
wore khaki pants which hung off her ass in a way that made her look like a
goddess to Owen, and a black blouse which stretched over her breasts to
make her look like a buffet.

   Bev leaned against Owen, pressed her full, red lips to his cheek.  "I
really hope you would reconsider," she purred.  "We could go to the guest
room and no one would ever find out."

   Owen didn't want to be too obvious, but the knowledge that he was gong
to eventually relent tonight and the way she was dressed made it difficult.

   "Don't you find me attractive?" she asked him in hushed tones, squeezing
his ass and blowing on his neck.

   "But you're my mother-in-law."

   "So?"

   "You allways tell me to call you mom."

   "You can still call me mom when you explode inside my aching love, just
call it louder."

   Owen muttered an obscenity, dropped a wine glass to the floor and
clutched at Bev.  His hands mauled her ass and he kissed her throat so hard
he knew it would leave an immediate mark.  "Last time we stayed here," he
said, speaking honestly as he repeatedly kissed what was exposed of her
chest and her throat, his hands unrelenting on her backside, "I actually
thought of you every time I made love to Senya."

   "So you do find me attractive," she purred, raising her left leg to his
waist and moving his right hand from her ass to between her thighs.

   "Oh very," he growled, leaving another mark on her ivory skin, this one
under the elegant line of her jaw.

   "Will you make love to me tonight?" she asked, sounding desperate.

   "When Dad goes to bed, pour yourself a bath.  I'll join you there."

   "In the guest bath?"

   "No, that would be suspicious." Left hand groping ass, right hand
groping cunt, afraid he would wear through her khakis.  "In the master
bath."

   "With Cal sleeping right outside."

   "Just be there, mom, and I'll give you the best night of your life." He
reached up and popped one button off her blouse so he could kiss her even
lower, sucking on some of perfect cleavage.

   "I'll be there," she promised in a whisper, leaving him reluctantly so
he could finish the drinks.

   After drinks, everyone retired to their own bedrooms, and Senya laughed
at him as she changed into flannel pj pants and a t-shirt.  "So not very
subtle there with Mom, babe.  Hickies and a ripped off button?"

   Owen grinned.  "Your dad didn't saying anything, though, did he?"

   "Not while we were around."

   "I don't even think he noticed."

   Senya shook her head.  "So I take it your vacation is tonight?"

   "Yeah, so I'll see you tomorrow morning sometime." He kissed her, then
left.  He cracked open the door to the master bedroom.  Cal was already
asleep in the bed.  The lights were out, but he could see the light on in
the master bathroom.  He crept in.  Bev was in the tub, just a few bubbles.
Her red hair floated around her head like a halo.

   "Hi, mom," he said, slipping off his shoes.  "You look great tonight."

   She didn't say anything in response, just watched him slowly undress. 
There was something in her eyes between hunger and passion, desire and
desperation.  When he was naked, he took her hand and helped her stand up.

   "Help me into the tub, mom," he asked, kissing her full lips.

   She held his hand as he stepped into the tub with her.  Once both feet
were in, he slammed her wet, soapy body against the wall, his hardening
cock pressed into her lightly rounded belly.  His hands clawed at her hips.
His mouth sucked its way from her throat to the tip of her left breast. 
Bev shuddered with the pleasure of being manhandled, and sunk her
fingernails into Owen's ass.

   Slowly they sunk into the soapy water, Owen sliding onto his back, Bev's
slick, soft breasts pillowing around his face.  She reached between her
legs, spread her own pussy, and slid down onto his erection.

   "Good god!" he grunted, thrusting upward.  He was caught off guard first
by how dry the inside of her pussy felt underwater, compared to how wet the
rest of her flesh was, and second by the way she used her hips and lower
back to move and had perfect control of her inner walls.  Bev was in
complete control of her body.  Every plunge was deliberate, orchestrated
for ultimate pleasure.  Every lift back up just as thought-out and
controlled.  "Good god, mom!" he gasped.

   "You like that?" she asked, raising herself from him to make eye contact
while she continued her deliberate riding of his cock.  Her eyes sparkled
with delighted mischief, her lips curled with her own pleasure, and her
checks flushed with pride.  "I used to be quite the lover."

   "You still are," he assured her, craning his mouth up to taste her sudsy
breasts again.

   "I haven't been with anyone for over three years," she sighed
remorsefully.

   "What a fucking crime," Owen ground out using every muscle he could to
lift Bev out of the water with his cock.

   "Oh, fuck this," Bev swore.  "I want more space to devour you."

   They got out of the water with a great splashing and didn't bother to
dry off as they exited.  Watching the movement of Bev's wet, soapy ass from
behind, Owen grabbed a shampoo bottle and followed behind.  As they crept
through the dark bedroom on their way to the guest room, he saddled up
behind his sexy mother in law, kissed her throat and caressed her hips. 
Then, without warning, he tackled her to the ground, laying on top of her.
He whispered in her ear, "Have you ever had your ass properly appreciated?"

   "What do you mean?" she whispered, as he humped down against her.

   "I mean, mom, have you ever had your ass fucked like it's about to be?"

   "What?"

   Owen squirted shampoo onto her asshole.

   "Owen," she whispered tensely.  "Cal's --"

   "Cal's gonna wish he'd done this before me," he said, pressing his cock
slowly against her in the dark.  Pushing.  Pushing.  Pushing.  Slowly, her
asshole parted for him.  He edged through.  A little farther.  A little
farther.  Then, he heard her try to muffle a scream by biting into the
carpet as he broke through, and slipped all the way into her ass,
collapsing forward into the soft, still damp flesh of her cheeks.

   "Oh, mom, you're incredible," he whispered to her as he slowly worked
himself in and out.

   She grunted into the carpet with every downthrust, her body tense, but
her back arched.

   It didn't take long after the build up, for the incredible pleasure of
his mother in law's ass to bring Owen to completion, deep inside her.  When
he did, he felt tremors course through her body and he held himself still.
He then kissed her between her shoulder blades and pulled out, cum plopping
back down onto her.

   "Let's go do this right, you sexy bastard," she swore at him after a
minute or two, rising gingerly and leading him to the unoccupied guest
bedroom.

   That night taught Owen something important.  As he was tumbling around
underneath the sheets with his mother-in-law Bev, he began to realize that
this game he and Senya played could be very dangerous.  As he had felt a
couple times previously, he was aware of a keen sense of belonging in Bev's
bed.  He could stay with her.  He could be happy making love to her every
night of his life.  It wasn't sheer novelty.  It was earnest good pleasure
in each other.

   Senya was glad that Owen and her mom had had a good time together.  Her
own summer vacation for year six was more straight-forward with less
emotion.  It happened that her boss, a widower in his early fifties, had
the hots for her.  And it so happened that he was very good looking with
distinguished silver hair, a smooth face, peaceful blue eyes, and a
physique that reflected his daily trips to the gym.  So Senya came to work
in a extremely tight navy blue sleeveless dress, scooped low on her chest,
riding high on her thighs.  Naturally, she turned more heads than just her
boss's.  But she definitely got his.  Spiked heels probably helped with
that, too.

   At lunch, she went to her boss's office, sat on the corner of his desk,
her legs crossed.

   "Hi," she said playfully, her big eyes sparkling and clear.  Her smile
was wide and white, and she showed a little tongue.

   "Hi, there," her boss, David, said with a slight smile, sitting back in
his chair.  "What can I do for you?"

   "Well," she said, uncrossing her legs and spreading her thighs enough
that he could probably guess that there were no panties between the swell
of her beautiful thighs, "that depends on how hungry are."

   His eyes didn't move from her thighs.  "I thought last time we talked
like this, you said you were married."

   "My husband's not here," she said, stretching her right foot out to rest
on the arm of his chair.  "And I don't think he's going to be at your house
tonight, either."

   "Not if I can help it," he said, caressing her calf and staring at her
now exposed pussy.  "Isn't this kind of sudden."

   "I'm sure Brian would be interested in this if you're not," she said
simply, reaching down and pressing an elegant finger tip into her pussy.

   Like a helpless animal, David fell to kissing her calf.  He groaned and
grunted as he tasted her flesh and worked his way upward.  When his mouth
made contact with the silky smoothness of her inner thighs, Senya cried out
with her usual, uninhibited passion, and this cut short the foreplay.  Not
because David got worried about discovery, but because the sound drove him
wild.  He stood and flipped her to her back.  With a series of delighted
expletives, he hunched over and plunged his mouth down onto her shaved
pussy as she flung her legs over his shoulder.

   The problem was that, while there had been an initial charge when his
lips had met her sensitive flesh, he really had no idea what he was doing.
She found herself basically going off of her own erotic energy, and decided
to bring an end to this before he hurt himself.  With a series of sounds
which escalated in both pitch and volume, she squeezed her thighs around
his head and then flung him back into his chair with a gasp.

   "Oh god, David," she panted, straightening herself up.  "A girl can only
take so much if you expect her to be able to work the rest of the day."

   His face glistened with her juices as he smiled.  He wiped his mouth
with the back of his suit-jacket sleeve.  "See you after work?"

   "Five?"

   "Let's leave a bit early."

   "Ok, I'd better get back to work." She winked and went to her office. 
And then called Owen's cell phone.  "God, Owen," she groaned, "it's
horrible.  Why do you have so much better luck than me?"

   "Well, part of it's just emotional content," he said.  "I mean, let's
face it, Rachael and I were working out a lifetime's worth of sexual
tension, that girl was losing her virginity and having fun doing so, and
your mom and I just felt like in another life we could have been together.
You're approaching this like more like he's a gigolo.  Approach him like a
lover."

   "I guess," she said with a sigh, then hung up.

   Owen hung up his cell phone and shivered as he felt Bev's lips inside
his thighs.  He looked down at the beautiful head of red hair and smiled.
There was no doubt about it.  He'd had his summer vacation.  This was now
cheating by their rules.  But he couldn't say no to her.  He just couldn't.
And he didn't want to.

   "Did you mean that, sweetie?" she asked, kissing his balls softly, using
just the tip of her tongue to massage them between her lips.  "That you
could see us being together in another life?"

   "Oh yeah, mom, very much so," he groaned, reaching down and stroking her
cheek.

   "What about in this life?" She turned her head sideways and took him
between her lips, moving her mouth slowly up his length.  "I mean it," she
said, running her tongue around the rim of his cock's throbbing cap.  "I
want you, Owen.  Let's go on a date tonight." Again, the tongue made a slow
lap around his circumference.  "Be my boyfriend."

   She extended her tongue and pressed it against the pulsing base of his
cock.  As soon as she released it, he came, exploding like a sticky
volcano. "Yes, mom," he agreed, pulling her up into a kiss.  "Let's go on a
date."

   Senya wasn't sure how to inject more emotion, more romance into the
evening with her boss David, but she started by flirting with him pretty
outrageously all the way to his house.  She was very flagrant, but didn't
actually give him anything.  No touches, no glimpses.  Nothing of real
substance, anyway.

   When they arrived, he ordered delivery from a four-star restaurant, and
poured them some wine.  They drank their wine in the den, David admiring
her form as she walked around the room and inspected photographs, books,
and curios.  Senya gestured to one which was on an end table of a markedly
pretty woman in her early thirties.  She might have been Hispanic.  "Your
wife?" she asked.

   "Yes, that's Alisa," he said with a warm smile.  "About a month before
the car accident."

   Senya nodded, went no further with the conversation.  She picked up
another picture of a younger woman, stunning in a skirt suit.  "Who's
this?"

   "My daughter Elisabeth," he said.

   "She's gorgeous."

   "Very much so," he said.  "You remind me of her." He smiled and then
excused himself to go call the restaurant to check on the time of delivery.

   The girl did sort of resemble a younger version of herself in some ways,
Senya supposed.  Her own mother was Egyptian, not Hispanic, but the
end-result in a mixed child was similar.  Senya sat on an ottoman and
picked up a photo album she saw tucked under David's chair.  She wondered
why it was semi-hidden until she opened it.

   His daughter.  Hidden camera pictures of his daughter changing clothes,
bathing, swimming, showering, getting ready for bed, getting dressed,
napping, even masturbating and making love to boyfriends.  Clearly, David
appreciated her beauty.

   When he returned and saw her looking at the pictures, he froze,
embarrassed.  But she decided to make the most of it.  She sat the book
down and eased herself to her knees on the floor.  "Fuck me, daddy," she
said in a quiet, girlish voice.  "Fuck me, daddy, like you've always wanted
to, so much better than any boy ever could."

   It took no prodding for the fantasy to take hold, and David undressed
completely before coming to her, kneeling with her, and taking her face
into his hand and kissing her lips.  "Oh baby," he said in a low moan,
"I've wanted you for so long."

   "I know, daddy," she said, guiding one hand to her chest.  "I've wanted
you, too."

   He squeezed her breast, and then said.  "Take off your dress, baby."

   "Help me, daddy," she said, turning on her knees so that he could pull
down the zipper in back.

   "Dear lord," he said when the zipper went all the way down to the curve
in the small of her back.  "You're even more beautiful than I thought."
From behind, he reached inside her dress and started to massage her
breasts. His touch was gentle, but experience guided him as to when and
where to be a little firmer.  Senya moaned, and he slipped her dress down
to her waist -

   And the doorbell rang.  Frustrated, but giving himself a minute to
simmer down, David went to get their food, and while he did Senya explored
the house quickly.  She found his daughter's room, found that sure enough
she'd left some clothes here, and, while they were tight on her curves,
they basically fit.  She pulled on a red satin thong, a black skirt, and a
red satin bra, and a white blouse, through which the bra was pretty
visible. She dressed quickly, and when she went to find him, he was still
paying the delivery man.  She received glances from both, and then went to
the dining room to eat.

   Meanwhile, Bev and Owen were out for dinner and a movie.  When Cal had
seen them in the living room, dressed up and getting ready to go out, Cal
had asked what was going on this evening.

   Bev had turned to him and spoken with her soft, sweet, slightly breathy
voice and said, "Cal, there's no way to say these things but to say them.
I'm going on a date with our son-in-law."

   Cal just looked a little confused, then a little amused, like it was all
innocent fun, and just said, "Okay, have a good time."

   But there was nothing innocent about it.  "You look beautiful, mom,"
Owen said as they got into his car and drove to the restaurant.  She was
wearing a long, black skirt and a royal blue blouse.  She only used a
little makeup to bring out the best aspects of her ivory and rose
complexion.

   Bev smiled and looked sidelong at her son-in-law.  He wore grey slacks
that clung to his muscular ass, and a dress shirt that practically burst
over his chest muscles.  His tie was in perfect taste, and he looked both
man and boy at the same time.  "You look gorgeous yourself, son."

   Their evening went marvelously.  The dinner was good and the movie was
entertaining, but what was most important was that it was a good date. 
There was ample sexual energy between them, but they also just had a good
time together.  When it was over, Owen parked in the driveway, and they
kissed deeply in the front seat.

   Breaking the kiss only to get some air, saliva stringing between their
mouths, Bev said, "I want you, Owen, so badly." He started to speak, but
she touched his lips to silence him.  "I just want to be with you.  It may
take a while to arrange everything with Cal, but one day I'm going to call
you and I'm going to ask you be mine."

   They kissed again, their eyes open.  Owen realized that Senya felt a
million miles away.  Bev felt like was inside of him.  "When you call," he
said, "I'll say yes."

   "In the mean time," Bev went on, straightening herself and brushing
hairs behind her ear.  "You said Senya's out all night?"

   "Yes."

   "Then I'm going to spend the night with you."

   The thought of sharing his marriage bed with his sexy mother-in-law was
like an instant hardon for Owen, and he backed the car out of the drive
without any further encouragement.

   At David's house, Senya knew she had chosen correctly when she had
gotten dressed in some of his daughter's things.  He already had a hard
time not looking at her, of course, but in those clothes, she might as well
have been naked.  The whole time they ate, his gaze never strayed.  They
didn't speak at all.  Just ate and ogled.

   She poured some wine after the meal to keep them at the table.  She
wanted to build the sexual energy up until there was no choice but for them
both to explode.  "When did you start taking the pictures, daddy?"

   "When you were sixteen" he said.  "Your mom had been gone for a couple
of years.  I watched you a lot, thinking you looked a lot like her.  That
was exciting for me.  I used to . . ." He stopped himself and looked down
into his wine.

   "Go on, daddy."

   He considered, then did go on.  "I used to get aroused watching you, and
then go masturbate, thinking about your mom.  But then I started to forget
what she looked like.  And I started looking at pictures of her, but that
was too sad, so I took some secret pictures of you.  And then more.  And
one day when I was looking at a naked picture of you I realized that you
didn't look like your mom.  You were much more beautiful, much sexier than
she was.  And I suppose I fell in love with you."

   "And you liked looking at me naked didn't you?"

   "Oh god, yes."

   "When did you first see me play with my little pussy, daddy?"

   "It was that first year, when you were sixteen.  I didn't get pictures,
but I watched though a crack in the bathroom door while you sat on the
toilet and rubbed your pussy until your whole body shook.  You looked so
surprised and so happy when you were through." He smiled.  "Simply
gorgeous."

   "And did you see me lose my virginity?"

   "Yes, I was glad you did that in the house.  I remember.  Robby Parker.
I was gone on a business trip, but I had video cameras set up.  At first
you just sat on the couch with him, watching a porno and giving him a blow
job.  But you stopped before he came.  'I think tonight is the night,' you
said.  I remember it so clearly.  You went to your bedroom, took off your
clothes, and lay back.  He swaggered a lot, but didn't know what he was
doing that well.  Still, it was your first time, and I think you liked it."

   "Daddy?" Senya started to unbutton her blouse.

   "Yes?"

   "I think tonight is the night."

   She got up and walked to the daughter's bedroom.  It was undoubtedly
done-up for her at a much older age now, but still, the significance would
be there.  David, it turned out, was an excellent lover.  He was already
hard when they got there, and still hard after they had kissed their way
through undressing.  But even so, he had a lot of lasting power, and a
certain gentleness to his strength that made Senya almost melt inside.  She
lay on her back, legs spread for him, and used her inner muscles to add to
his efforts, but even so he was able to last until a position change.

   She rolled over, got up on all fours and let him take her from behind.
She rocked back and forth as his hands gripped her hips.  "This one's for
Elisabeth!" he called out finally, jerking himself hard inside her as he
came.  She realized that he wasn't wearing a condom, and even though she
was on the pill, that probably wasn't smart, but she couldn't take it away
from him.  Even after cumming, though, he was still hard, and kept
stroking. He started to add a little downward angle, and actually hit her
g-spot on these new strokes, his hands now massaging her ass.  "And this
one will be for Senya."

   She moaned, and bit the pillow in front of her face as the g-spot
attention started to send rippling tremors throughout her.  When she came
it was like a whole series of climaxes strung together, and this was like
flicking a switch inside her.  She jerked around, shoved him to his back
and mounted his cock.  Her breasts hung over of his face as she rode him
hard and fast.  He sucked on her tits like they might be the last he would
ever have, and then she reached behind them and cupped his balls, he came,
again shooting his load deep inside her pussy.

   When she rolled off him, her big brown eyes blear from exertion, he
kissed her mouth.  "Thank you, Senya," he said, his hangs tracing expert
patterns on her stomach and chest.  "You should know, though, that you are
more beautiful than Elisabeth."

   "I'm just glad I could help you have that moment with her," she said,
returning his kiss.  She was still charged up, but unfortunately David was
now spent, and he drifted off to sleep in her arms.  There was something
nice about that too, though, so Senya smiled and caressed his back.

   Owen and Bev entered the bedroom, and the beautiful redhead, whose skin
was as soft and smooth as her daughter's, if not more so, smiled and looked
a bit mischievous.  "I'm going to claim the hell out of you, Owen."

   "What do you mean?" he asked.

   She grinned.  "It's a woman thing." She began to undress, first by
removing her blouse and skirt and dumping them in the hamper.  She then sat
at Senya's makeup table and removed her jewelry, placing it among Senya's.
Then, she removed her stockings and her undergarments, and put them in
Senya's clean dresser.  She then changed into a pair of her daughter's silk
bikini panties and went to her closet.  "Which nightie is your favorite for
her to wear?"

   Owen, his pulse racing, amazed at how exciting these simple things were,
said, "The purple one there." Bev was surprised at the selection, a fairly
simple number really, but she pulled it on.  It was satin and clung very
tightly to her body.  The spaghetti straps were just for show; the gown
wasn't going anywhere.

   He was still fully dressed when Bev crawled onto the bed, arching her
arch on all fours.  "And what's the thing she does that most blows your
mind?"

   Owen considered that for a moment.

   Meanwhile, David awoke, already a little hard, because Senya had been
stroking him the whole time he slept.  "You really are the most gorgeous
woman," he told her.  "And seeing you from behind was the most amazing
thing in the world."

   She smiled.  "Well, then, I have a treat for you.  Owen loves this." As
David lay still, she crawled onto him, facing his toes.  She began licking
his toes, and between his toes, and as she did, she slowly lowered herself
onto him and began to fuck him.

   "Holy shit!" David exclaimed.  "That feels incredible!  It's so tight,
and I can feel my cock bending inside you."

   Senya sucked hard on a big toe.  This position was great for her too.

   David watched her ass go up and down, her pussy engulfing him, her
thighs tense with strength.  "Oh, god, Senya!"

   "Oh, god, mom!" Owen cried out as his mother-in-law began to do the same
position for him.  It was like his cock was bent backwards inside of her.
She was so tight, but her juices kept her soft, and her muscle control was
perfect.  He craned his neck a little and watched her ass, and admired the
flow of her body.  So beautiful.

   "God is right!" Bev exclaimed, trying to flicker her tongue between his
toes, but finding it difficult as the cock inside her was practically
rubbing circles on her g-spot.

   Owen clamped his hands down on her ass and thrust as hard and deep as he
could.

   When David came inside Senya for the third time, he fell asleep again,
and she curled up alongside him, gently stroking his chest and allowing
herself to drift to sleep, as well.  She was still wanting more, but he was
a good lover, and it was worth the wait.

   When Owen came inside Bev, he pulled her off him towards his face and
started covering her ass with kisses, wet, sloppy, sucking kisses that left
purple bruises all over her.  "You're so amazing, mom, so amazing, oh god."

   Bev turned around so that she was now sitting on his chest, her pussy in
his face.  He ate her with unrestrained passion.  When she came, thighs
trembling, streams of fluid trickling out of her pussy, Owen reached up and
held her out lips open.  He licked her, slurped some of the fluid and said,
"You're so pretty," staring at her secret pink flesh.

   "You really think I'm pretty down there?" she asked, her pale face
flushed with both excitement and embarrassment.

   "Beautiful," he said, gently placing a kiss on her.  "It's like I want
to crawl inside you."

   Her delicate contralto voice even breathier than usually, a hint of
laughter mixed in, Bev gushed, "I'll bet you say that to all the women who
cum on your face in this bed."

   For one moment, Owen thought of his wife, thought of her body, thought
specifically of her pussy.  "I've never said it," he said honestly, licking
up liquids from her flesh as delicately as he could, "and I've never
thought it."

   "One day, I'm going to call you," Bev reminded him, now grinding her
pussy against his face.  As she did, she wriggled her wedding ring off. 
"And we're going to be lovers."

   Owen, concentrating on the lush gash which was being rubbed all over his
face, blindly took the ring and put it on right pinkie.  Then, he pushed
her away, just slightly, and stared up into her eyes.  "Not lovers," he
said.  "Marry me, mom.  When you call me, tell me that you'll be my wife."

   "Oh, god, son, yes!" she cried out, rolling off him onto her back.  He
rolled in perfect rhythm, plunging his fully erect cock into her pussy and
pledging himself to her.

   Senya stirred around four in the morning.  She was alone in the bed. 
She got up and crept to David's bedroom.  He wasn't there.  She heard
stirring in the kitchen, and assumed he was getting something to drink or
snack on.  Not bothering to dress, she made her way to the kitchen, and
then gave a startled shout.

   "Hello," a young woman said.

   "Hi," Senya said, suddenly very conscious of her nudity.  She wrapped
her arms around herself.

   "Are you done with my room?" the other woman asked.

   "Your room?"

   "I'm Elisabeth."

   "Oh." Senya blushed.

   "Don't worry," the other woman said, handing over an envelope.  "Father
never tells any of his escorts that I live here, but they usually end up in
my room." She rolled her eyes.  "Ever since I cut him off, I think it's
like revenge."

   "Cut him off?" Senya asked.  The envelope contained several hundred
dollars.

   Elisabeth rolled her eyes.  "Yeah, I had a huge daddy thing, and when my
mom died, I decided I could take advantage of it, and I started a
relationship with my father.  A couple years ago, I broke it off, deciding
that I'd done enough of the ding-dong thing and wanted to play with other
girls.  So dad bring hookers to my bed while I'm out to try and piss me
off."

   Senya's cheeks were burning.  She said nothing further, just called for
a taxi and pulled on her dress.  While she waited for the cab, she checked
her cell phone messages.  It was from David.  He addressed her formally,
using her last name, and then said, "I'm afraid I've had several complaints
about you, and it really won't be necessary for you to come into work in
the morning.  Consider this two weeks notice.  Take the time to find
another job." The message had been left on her phone yesterday, when her
phone was on vibrate in her purse and David was out calling the restaurant.

   She couldn't face Owen after that, and so went to a hotel instead, and
cried herself to sleep until the late morning.

   At about 8:30 am, Bev woke up in Owen's arms, and smiled.  She kissed
his cheek.  "Good morning son."

   Owen opened his eyes and smiled back at her, kissed her lips.  "Good
morning, mom." He looked at the clock.  "We lucked out, Senya must have
gone straight to work after her night out."

   Bev stretched.  "It's nice waking up with you," she told him, sitting
up.

   He looked at her wedding ring on his pinkie and kissed it, then smiled.
"You want a ride home?"

   She shook her head.  "This is my home," she said.  "Where your bed is,
that's my home, Owen." She smiled.  "But you can drop me off at Cal's." And
then she got that sparkle in her eyes.  "And I'm going to claim you again."

   She pulled on a pair of Senya's panties, and then pulled her clothes out
of the hamper.  But she left her panties and bra from the day before in
Senya's dresser, just tucked them to the bottom of the drawer.  She winked.
"What was once my daughter's, is now mine."

   Owen grinned.  "All yours."

   As they walked downstairs, he was captivated again by how she moved, and
the moment they were down the stairs, he pounced on her back.  He kissed
her neck hard and hiked her skirt up.  He was already close to erect.

   She laughed.  "You really are insatiable."

   "It's your fault," he said pulling her up to all fours.  "There's so
much here to enjoy." He pulled her panties down lower on her thighs,
unzipped, and started rubbing his cock on her pussy lips.  As he fucked her
from behind, gripping her hips, he was struck again at just how beautiful
her body was, and how wonderful it felt to be inside her.

   "I love you, mom," he said, bending over to kiss her ass as they fucked.

   "I love you too, son, I love you, too."

   The seventh year of their marriage was a difficult one.  Senya found
work, and their anniversary sex session went fantastic, but things weren't
the same.  When Senya found her mother's panties and bra in her drawer a
couple weeks after that summer vacation, she asked about them, and Owen
told her that he and Bev had come here for a while during their wild night
and made such a mess of the place, they tried to clean up, but must have
gotten those things mixed up.  When she had asked him about his pinkie
ring, he had shrugged and said it was a gift.  She seemed satisfied.

   But she was still distant.  She continued to be pestered by hear
year-after-year frustration with summer vacations.  She'd had good times
with Michael, with Jack, and even with David, despite how it had ended. 
But Owen always seemed changed and revitalized.  She felt little different.
This was on her mind almost every day.  Was there something wrong with her?
Was she wired incorrectly?

   Owen's distance was because his heart was no longer in their marriage.
He had fallen for his mother-in-law, head over heels.  They managed to have
a sexual rendezvous about once a month, and they usually tried to make some
kind of a date out of it.  He called her from work a couple times a week
and they talked on the phone for quite a while.  They exchanged notes and
letters.  He sent her flowers at least once a week, and they went for
lunchtime walks at least that often.  She may have been twenty years older
than him biologically, but her spirit was younger, and she was bringing out
an older, more mature spirit from within Owen, as well.  They had different
lifestyles, but were invested in one another enough to explore those
different interests together.

   When summer vacation came around, it was difficult for Owen to be
invested in it.  He struggled.  He slept with Senya because it was his duty
as her husband, and there was no denying that, yes, she was a good fuck. 
But he felt no need or desire to play around on Bev.  Senya was desperate,
however.  She had something burning inside her, and she was nearing a
breaking point.  She needed to find something, something she felt like she
had once had in her life -- or maybe something she had simply thought she
had had.  She needed to understand that as much as reclaim it.

   "Let's go back," she said.

   "Back?" Owen asked as they lay naked in bed, his cum dribbling between
her tits.  For a while he had thought about Bev while making love to Senya,
but he couldn't maintain the illusion.  They were nothing alike.  They
didn't look, feel, or move the same way at all.  "We said no return
visits," he said, knowing full well the hypocrisy of the objection.

   "Not that," she said, laughing and cuddling up along side him.  Her big
eyes were wide and sparkling, her smile dazzling.  Owen knew she was
pretty, knew that the charm was sincere.  But he knew now that it had been
charm which had drawn him to her.  Charm and physical attraction.  And you
can't be charmed all your life.  "Do you remember losing your virginity?"

   Owen laughed.  "Oh god.  You mean --?"

   "Yeah, go back and do the first who first did us."

   He laughed again.  "Mollie from the block."

   "Tell me," she encouraged.

   "Well, her name was Mollie, and she lived in the same neighborhood as
me," Owen began.  "She was really skinny, didn't have much of a chest, but
her butt was kind of cute, and she had this amazing hair which naturally
had blonde, brown, and red in it.  I used to peep on her sometimes.  I
thought she didn't know.  I got bold enough to sit down in the bushes and
rub myself hard while I looked in her window.  One night when she was like
fifteen or something she came to the window wearing one of her mom's black
nighties.  It was more than I could take, and I pulled out my dick and
started jacking off.  She took the nightie off and was totally naked.  I'd
never seen a naked girl before except in a couple of pictures and I came
all over myself.  I kept watching, though, and she looked right at me,
winked, and blew me a kiss."

   "No way!"

   Owen laughed.  "Oh yeah."

   "Mollie was a tramp!"

   "You're telling me...  A few days later she came to my house in the
afternoon.  My parents were out.  We went up to my room to talk.  She told
me she was glad I liked to look at her in her room.  It made her feel good.
I was embarrassed, but when she asked if I'd like to see her naked up
close, I sure as hell said yes.  When she was naked, she lay on the bed so
I could see her.  She was clearly embarrassed too, but she asked if she
could see me jack off up close.  I decided it was only fair, and I started.
Then she asked if I wanted to put it inside her.  And a few awkward moments
later, my pants were around my ankles, and I was becoming a man between her
legs.  We were both virgins, and I didn't last long, and I didn't know what
I was doing.  I came all over the outside of her pussy, and I don't think
she came at all, but she said she had a good time."

   "You ever do it again?"

   Her husband shook his head.  "No, her parents actually moved just a
couple weeks later."

   "Do you know where she is now?"

   "Yeah, she moved back to the neighborhood to her parents old house.  It
had actually been her grandparents' house, and they passed away.  She came
back when she was old enough to live on her own."

   "Wanna do her again?"

   Owen shrugged.  "Might be fun to try." He forced a smile.

   Senya was a little jealous of this Mollie.  She didn't know her, but she
envied the way she had lived.  Senya had clearly not been sexually deprived
and was hardly inhibited, but Mollie seemed, at least as presented, to have
known what she wanted and to have gone for it, even when afraid.  Senya
wasn't even brave enough to figure out what she was afraid of, let alone
face it down.

   "How about you?" Owen asked.  "What lucky boy was your first?"

   Senya blushed.  "Oh god."

   "What?"

   "I was fourteen."

   "So, I was fifteen."

   "Yeah, well, I was fourteen, and he was my math teacher."

   "Oh..."

   "Yeah," she said archly.  "See, I was a cheerleader in junior high. 
And, I suppose, pretty cute.  Not all boys really understand about boys and
girls yet, but most of them sure seemed to know that they felt something in
their bodies when they looked at me.  But I thought they were creepy.  But
my math teacher, Mr.  Dennis, was a huge crush.  In retrospect he was
probably in his late twenties, but he seemed so grownup.  And nice, like he
cared about me.  And he was super handsome.  I used to just stare at him in
class, and then I'd need help after, and I would just stare at him more. 
One day after class, I was wearing my uniform, and I stayed late for help.
We were talking and he had his arm around me, and I just sort of ended up
sitting on his lap.  Well, he got a boner.  And I asked him about it.  And
he said it happened to boys and men when they were around pretty girls.  I
asked him what it meant, and he said it meant that they really liked them
and hoped that the girl felt the same way.  I said I did like him, so what
did it mean if we both liked each other.  He said we could kiss.  We did,
while I sat on his lap.  And I felt him poking into me.  I asked why it
kept getting harder.  He explained that it needed a girl to help release
what was inside of it.  I asked what I could do, and, naturally, I ended up
with my little fourteen year-old mouth all over his cock.  He came inside
my mouth with me kneeling under his desk."

   "Fuck," Owen said appreciatively.

   "Yeah, see, and then he wanted to thank me with dinner, and I went to
his house.  Kinda creepy I suppose, now that I think about it.  He ended up
hard again, and this time when I was on his lap he asked if I wanted to
learn another way to help.  I said I did.  He pulled my cheer panties aside
and slid himself up, and did me just like that, me sitting on his lap in my
uniform."

   "Did you see him again?"

   "I called him my boyfriend for about a year, and we had sex several more
times."

   "So you want to do him again?"

   "Be nice to do him when it's legal and less creepy," Senya said. 
Inside, she was kind of hoping that redoing the creepy start to her
sexuality would be a like a reset on her sexual soul.  Get things back
right for her.  So she could experience what Owen did.

   "Let's do it," Owen agreed.

   Mr.  Dennis was at the same school, still teaching math.  Senya, her
heart fluttering with anticipation, purchased a cheer-leading uniform in
her present size, and at the end of the school day, found her way to his
classroom.  He was sitting at his desk.  Eighteen years later, he must been
in his mid to late forties, but he was in excellent shape and looked much
younger.  His hair cut was high style for a teacher, his skin tan.  He
looked like he was playing a lot of basketball.

   Senya sauntered in, shut the door behind her, and walked towards him,
rolling her hips.  His eyes were on her.

   "Remember me, Mr.  Dennis?" she asked, trying to draw his attention to
her girlish eyes and smile.

   He looked at her for a moment and then looked surprised.  "Senya?"

   "Mm-hmm."

   "You look great!"

   "So do you," she purred.

   "What brings you here?"

   "You do."

   "Huh?"

   She leaned over his desk.  "I've been thinking about you," she breathed.
"Thinking about revisiting old times.  I mean, if you like what you see."

   "Well, yeah I like what I see," he said, then coughed.  "I mean, are you
sure this is appropriate?"

   She shrugged.  "Was what we did before appropriate?"

   "I'm married now," he said, but his eyes were all over her, clearly
trying to figure out what she looked like under that uniform.

   "Me too," she said with a shrug.

   "This is crazy," he said.  "I mean, it's so out of the blue."

   She lifted one knee up onto his desk, then climbed the rest of the way
up, so she was kneeling on his desk, her skirt not coming down to her
knees. "Well, I don't mind being a little spontaneous."

   "What do you have in mind?" he asked.

   She slid down the other side of his desk so she was straddling his lap.
She pulled his face down to her chest, burying him in the contours of her
sweater.  "What's your wife doing tonight."

   "She's at a conference."

   "I know, I checked," Senya purred.

   "You checked?"

   "Take me home, Mr.  Dennis."

   He was clearly confused by this sudden apparition from his past, but he
wasn't going to turn it down.  "Okay," he agreed.  "Let's go right now."

   He drove her to his place, and as soon as they entered the house, he
pinned her to the wall inside the door and kissed her, his hands all over
her.  She lifted her right leg to his waist and pulled one hand up inside
her sweater, under her bra.

   "God, Senya, you're incredible."

   She threw her head back against the wall as he pressed the lump in his
pants up against her cheer-panties.  He moved his hand from her tit to her
thigh and stared to pull down her panties.

   She panted, "I want you, Mr.  Dennis, I want you so bad."

   He slid two fingers up inside her and started to do her with them as
hard as he could while they kissed.  His kisses were violent.  He bit at
her lips.  He pressed his mouth into hers with bruising force.  He flapped
his tongue against the roof of her mouth.  His thumb pressed down on her
clit, and she screamed out with her usual loudness, squirting an obscene
stream.

   She opened her eyes and kissed him.  Her face was a mask of
anticipation. This would be it.  She knew it.  She reached out and groped
at his crotch.  "Let's go the bedroom, Mr.  Dennis."

   "Let's just do it here, Senya," he suggested, dropping his pants.

   "I wanna make love for real," she said, kissing him with as much tongue
as she could muster.

   "This is for real," he said, naked from the waist down except his socks.
He lay down on the couch, and looked at her eagerly.

   Senya was a little disappointed, but she knew this was just the start of
the evening, so she did a little strip for him.  By the time she was naked,
he was totally erect.  She straddled him, and teased her way down onto his
cock.  As he penetrated her, pushing her flesh to the side, she screamed
out and collapsed fully onto him, pressing her breasts into his
shirt-covered chest, sinking her teeth into the side of his neck.

   She rocked back and forth on top of him and he jerked up and down very
slightly, both of them wanted to stay coupled.  with every of his thrusts,
Senya let out a yelp.  His hands clenched down on her ass.

   "Fuck yeah," he growled.  "You've always been such a fucking whore,
Senya," he said, kissing her roughly again.

   "Only for you," she whimpered.  "I'm your whore, Mr.  Dennis, just like
I was back then."

   "Just older," he said, licking her eyelids.

   "And a little more developed," she said, lifting herself up to play with
her own breasts.

   "Cum for me whore," he growled, spreading her ass cheeks and shoving his
right index finger into her asshole and simultaneously plowing into her as
hard he could with his cock, lifting his ass from the couch and holding her
high in the air.

   And she did cum again, biting down so hard on his neck that she drew
blood as her body tensed up.

   Then she heard the door.  Not again.  Not another wife.

   "What the fuck?" a high-pitched voice screeched.

   Senya pulled off of Mr.  Dennis, covered herself with her hands, and
spun towards the door.  It was a girl.

   "Who are you?" the girl demanded.

   "I'm a friend of Mr.  Dennis."

   "No you're not, I've never seen you before."

   "Well, adults have things in their lives that kids don't know about."

   "Hello, I live here."

   "Are you his daughter?"

   Mr.  Dennis cleared his throat.  "Go on up to the bedroom, Alice, I'll
be there in a minute and explain everything to you then."

   "His daughter?" the girl protested.  "You think he would fuck his
daughter?"

   "He fucks you?" Senya balked.  The girl was young.  Maybe fourteen. 
Like she had been.  But she looked even younger, except for her height. 
She was cute.  She wasn't hot.  And she looked like a kid, not like a
young, petite woman like she had when she had been his girl.

   "Day and night, bitch," the girl spat.

   "And you live here?"

   "We're going to be married," Alice said.  Then added, "Bitch."

   "Okay, I think I need to go," Senya said, feeling very dirty all of the
sudden.  Without even looking back at Mr.  Dennis, and trying not to look
at Alice, desperate not to think about what they were doing together or how
it related to what she had done with him, she pulled her uniform on and
fled.

   Silent and glum when she got home, she piled some things into a bag, and
they went straight to Owen's parents house.  They still lived in the
neighborhood that Mollie had moved back to.  The first night was pretty
depressing, and Senya cried herself to an early sleep and asked Owen to
sleep in the other room.  She couldn't tell him about what had happened. 
She couldn't be near anyone right now.

   Owen felt bad about Senya's mood, but he went to the downstairs
guestroom and called Bev.  He mentioned to her that he was sleeping apart
from Senya tonight because she was so depressed, and Bev asked, "Have you
realized that someday she's going to be your step-daughter?"

   That brought a smile to Owen's face.  "I could deal with that," he said.
"She'd be a pretty neat daughter."

   Then it got flirty again.  "You're a pretty neat son-in-law."

   "You're a pretty neat mother-in-law."

   And they ended up having phone sex, while Owen's wife slept upstairs
crying and Bev's husband slept in bed completely unaware.

   The next day was a new light for Senya, and she tried to draw energy
from Owen's pursuit.  They agreed that simply re-introducing himself to
Mollie wouldn't count as the start of seduction, and so the first day he
talked to her wouldn't count against his one day summer vacation adventure.


   That afternoon, they had a chance to talk to Mollie across the fence. 
Senya was stunned when she saw her.  Like Owen and Senya, she looked
younger than thirty-two.  Like them, she was unusually attractive.  She was
tall and ridiculously thin, but with a perfect button of an ass.  She wore
a tight jean skirt that showed off not only that ass but also her hips and
her legs, which were unusually shapely for a woman so thin.  She also wore
a midriff t-shirt, that showed a slight roundness for her lean stomach and
pulled against her small breasts to give their spherical shape high
definition.  She was tan with long hair which still showed blonde, brown,
and read strands mixed together.

   They exchanged introductions and the three chatted for more than an hour
before Mollie walked off to her house.  Senya was amazed to see the way her
hips moved.  As thin as she was, her movements were not at all boyish.  If
anything, the opposite sways of her upper and lower body epitomized
femininity.

   "God, Owen, you're going to have a fucking blast," Senya whispered as
they watched her disappear into her house.

   That evening, Senya and Owen grilled out with his parents, and after a
while, Mollie came back out to eat her own meal at her picnic table.  Senya
found herself constantly glancing in Mollie's direction, curious about this
woman.  Before she knew it, she was trying to imagine what Mollie would
like when Owen saw her naked.

   That night, when Owen was inside of her, she found her mind wandering,
wondering what Owen and Mollie were going to look like together.

   "When are you going to make your move with Mollie?" she asked, as her
husband stroked his cock in and out of her pussy.

   "I don't know."

   "She's pretty."

   "Yeah, she's pretty."

   "Moves sexy too."

   He rolled off her.  "Are we gonna fuck or are we gonna talk about
Mollie?"

   Senya laughed and smiled with her big eyes.  "We're gonna fuck like
rabbits, babe.  I was just wondering." She rolled on top of him and mashed
her breasts into his bare chest.  "Cause she is hot."

   "Well you sure seem to have a thing for her," he commented.

   "What the fuck?" she yelled, rolling back off him.  "What the fuck are
you saying, jackass?"

   "I was just kidding," he said.  "I was just kidding."

   "Go kid your dick," she snarled, getting out of bed.  "I'm not a fucking
lesbian and it's not fucking funny."

   Senya spent the night in the guest room, but she slept fitfully.  She
had a dream about Owen and Mollie making love in their own bed, and woke up
sweating.  When she fell back asleep, she had a dream about Owen and Mollie
making love in the backyard.  What disturbed her about these dreams was how
much of the attention was on Mollie.  But the third dream was the worst. 
Mollie was in front of her window in a black nightie.  Senya was looking in
her window.  Senya started to rub her pussy.  Mollie got naked.  Senya
squirted all over the yard like an absurd sprinkler.  Mollie winked at her
and blew her a kiss.

   And Senya woke up wet.

   They saw Mollie again that afternoon.  Mollie was wearing a loose
t-shirt over a one-piece swimsuit.  Her ass sure was unusually curvy for as
tight as it was and as skinny as Mollie was.  They watched her when she
left.  Or at least Senya did.  When she turned to look at Owen, he was on
his way back to the house.

   "When are you going to move on her?" she asked him when they were in bed
that night.

   "Soon," he said.

   "I can't believe you can hold off."

   "Well, I can."

   She had the same peeping dream and woke up just as wet.  And when she
woke up, Owen was sitting at the foot of the bed.  He was fully dressed. 
He had a bag.  He was looking at her through sunglasses.

   "What's going on?" she asked.

   He licked his lips.  "Your mother and I are in love, Senya."

   "What?" she asked, sitting upright.

   "Your mom and I are in love," he repeated, "and she's gotten us a house
out west." He shrugged.  "I'm sorry, Senya."

   She was foggy and confused.  "Are you serious?"

   "I asked Mom to marry me," Owen said.  "You'll get divorce papers in the
mail soon.  You're family so you'll be invited to the wedding."

   Senya couldn't even find words.

   Owen shrugged again.  "I love Mom," he said.  "She and I have the kind
of relationship you and I were always looking for.  We tried to find it by
pushing our sexual boundaries all over the place.  The only good that ever
did either of us was that it helped bring me and Mom close together."

   "You've been seeing her then?"

   "Yes," he admitted.

   "And when we've visited my parents since last summer?"

   "Yes."

   "While I was in the same house?"

   "Yes." He didn't mention that once it had been while she was in the same
room.  It had been pretty intensely erotic though, screwing Senya's mom on
the floor while Senya slept on the bed.

   "You bastard."

   Owen shrugged.  "I hope you find what I've found," he said, and then
left.  "My parents love you.  You can stay as long as you need or want."

   Senya didn't leave the bedroom for two days.  When she finally did, it
was to walk mindlessly around the backyard in her flannel jammy pants and
t-shirt, staring at flowers without really seeing them.

   "Hey, Senya!" a cheerful voice called.

   It was Mollie.

   Senya went to the fence even though she didn't feel much like talking.

   "Haven't seen you for a couple of days," Mollie said.  Her eyes were
amber-colored, Senya was startled to realize.  There was silence.  "You
okay, hon?"

   "Sorry," Senya said, blushing.  "I was just...  just looking at your
eyes.  They're amazing."

   Mollie looked like she might have been blushing under her tan.  She had
light freckles, Senya noticed for the first time.  "Thanks," she said.  Her
lips.  Her lower lip pouted out, curled under just a little.  Her upper lip
was shaped with high-definition.  Mollie cleared her throat.  "So, what's
been goin' on?"

   Senya sighed, crossed her arms.  "You don't want to know."

   After a moment in which Senya thought she felt Mollie's eyes browse over
her crossed arms and roam around the contours of her chest, the other woman
said, "Tell me."

   Senya grimaced.  "Short version: Owen left me to go marry my mother."

   "Wow," Mollie said.  She had a slight southern accent which Senya hadn't
picked up on before.  It was cute.  "So did Owen ever tell you that when we
were kids he and I -- ?"

   "Yeah, he told me," Senya said.

   "Sorry, not sure why that came to mind."

   "It's okay," the brunette assured her.  She was increasingly aware both
of the curviness of her own figure and the lean sensuality of Mollies.  She
wasn't entirely comfortable with that.  "I should probably go."

   "And what?  Mope?"

   Senya laughed.  "Yeah, probably."

   "Come on over and hang out with me."

   "I'll get dressed first."

   "Don't bother, jammies are fine."

   Senya smiled.  "Okay."

   "Hey," Mollie said, touching her arm.

   "Yes?"

   "Your eyes are pretty spectacular, too."

   Senya blushed and went around to the front of Mollie's house.  They sat
in the living room drinking tea and talking, and didn't leave the room for
several hours.  They talked about their life pursuits, their high points,
their satisfactions and their needs.

   "It's funny," Senya said, sitting cross-legged on the couch, looking at
Mollie's face, at every little shape.  She never really realized how many
different angles and curves, depressions and swells there were in the
female face.  And how in one face some shapes could be gentle, other
strong. Some bold, others reserved.  Some delicate, some refined, some
elegant, some striking, some startling.  She'd never really tried to
understand faces before.

   "What's funny?" Mollie asked with a gentle smile and a soothing laugh
after Senya didn't continue her thought.

   This made Senya smile.  "It's funny how much better I feel right now."

   "Me too," Mollie said, "and I didn't even know I was feeling bad in the
first place." She burst out laughing.  "Okay, that sounded really weird."
There was that accent again.  And then there was quiet.

   Senya thought it should have been awkward, strained.  But it wasn't.  It
wasn't a pause.  It wasn't "a silence." They were just quiet.  While they
were quiet, they were looking at each other.  Just looking.

   Mollie eventually spoke, and while it was the first sound in a while, it
wasn't startling or shocking.  "This is gonna sound really weird again,"
she warned, "but I love your face.  You look so young and innocent but not
childish and immature.  I don't know how.  But I like it."

   Senya felt an unfamiliar stirring in her belly.  Like when she'd given a
speech.  Butterflies.  She'd never felt it just from sitting with another
person before.

   "That's not weird," she said, "that's nice."

   More butterflies.

   Mollie spoke again.  "I never realized before all the different shapes
that go into a woman's body," she said.  "How they all look, and how a
woman uses them all to express what she's feeling inside and can't say in
words."

   "What am I saying that I can't say in words?" Senya asked, her voice
almost breaking.

   "I'm not sure," Mollie said quietly, "but I think I'm saying the same
thing."

   The butterflies started to carry Senya away.  She'd never been
particularly hesitant in her life.  "I've never said it before," she said,
her voice soft but confident.

   "Me either," Mollie said.

   "I'm glad I'm saying it, though."

   "Me too."

   "I think there's a lot more I'd like to say."

   "I'd like to hear it, and say some things in return."

   "Are you sure you're ready for what I have to say?" Senya asked,
uncrossing her legs and sitting up straight.

   Mollie was wearing a t-shirt and a two-piece swimsuit.  She drew her
tongue across her lips and removed the t-shirt.  Her nipples were
practically drilling holes in the top piece of her suit.  "I'll let my body
answer that, too," she said.

   Senya, still in her sleepwear, removed her own t-shirt.  She wore no bra
to sleep, and so this exposed her entire upper body.  Her breasts were full
but strong, and hung but did not sag.  Her nipples were brown and hard. 
Her complexion was natural, so there were no tan lines.

   "You're beautiful," Mollie said, not looking away as she undid the top
of her suit.  Her breasts were much smaller, but they were perfect little
globes outlined by her tan.  Her nipples with like little pink darts.

   "Your breasts are so perfect," Senya gushed.  "Like they were designed."

   Mollie giggled at the praise but deflected it by leaning in over Senya's
chest and placing a kiss on the flesh of one tit.  Senya shivered watched
in awe as this pretty woman began to cover her breasts with dainty little
kisses.  When Mollie reached her nipples, though, the daintiness was over.
She began to suckle like a starving infant.  She pressed her face in on the
soft flesh while simultaneously sucking on the tip and tugging the nipple
with her lips.

   Senya squirmed, and clutched Mollie to her.  She tried to watch but her
vision blurred and she could not see, only feel the wetness, the softness,
the surprising strength, hearing the slurping and smacking, smelling the
sweet nearness of another woman -- and then she arched her back and her
body bucked with a pre-orgasm.  Ravenous, she pulled Mollie onto her lap
and started to suck on the other woman's breasts.  There was no hesitant,
no slow build-up, only an overwhelming desire to swallow her alive.

   Senya grunted desperately as she made mouth love to Mollie's breasts,
and soon Mollie pulled away, so she could press her mouth to Senya's.  The
kiss felt and tasted like nothing Senya had ever imagined.  So sweet, so
smooth, and perfect.  It was like she and Mollie were blending together
into one person through the medium of their lips, tongues, and mouths.

   "I've never kissed another woman before," Senya panted.  "Never even
thought about it."

   "Me either," Mollie said, now covering Senya's face with kisses.  She
was taller, but thinner and lighter, so she remained on the other woman's
lap as they kissed and licked one another.

   There was no keeping track of time, but after a while their hands
started to roam, to feel each other as they kissed and returned to breast
play, and eventually their hands ended up between one another's legs,
feeling their heat, their dampness.  Through Senya's jammies.  Through
Mollie's swimsuit.

   Their eyes locked.  Neither one wanted to stop.  They humped hands
slowly for a while, and then Mollie made the big move.  She slid her way to
the floor, pulling Senya's flannel pants with her.  The brunette wore no
panties.  Mollie looked at her pussy intently, as she kissed her way back
up Senya's legs.

   "You're beautiful," Mollie gushed, running her tongue from Senya's knee,
along her inner thigh to her shaved pussy in one long lick.  "And you're
perfect."

   Senya watched that pretty mouth close in on her pussy, and she couldn't
help it.  The moment the lips touched her, and the tongue slid into her
aching slit, she arched her back and came with a long squirt, very much
like in her dream.  But Mollie didn't stop.  In fact she started to give
soft little grunts with every stroke of her tongue, matched by a closing of
her lips.  It was like she was truly eating Senya's pussy, and Senya humped
against her mouth, her ass in the air the whole time.  Mollie's hands
eventually cradled that ass as her tongue took on more of a scooping move.
As her own grunts got louder, Senya began to cry out loudly, and Mollie
sunk her fingernails into the other woman's ass and flicked her tongue back
and forth rapidly.

   Senya bucked several time, her head banging back into the couch and came
without a squirt this time.

   As soon as she had her composure, she was all over Mollie, covering her
face and body with kisses.  Soon the swimsuit bottom was off and Senya was
kissing all around the other woman's mound, getting used to the scent of
her.  "You're so pretty," she said, curling her tongue through Mollie's
light, trim bush.  "So beautiful." She spread the other woman's pussy open,
and licked her inner lips.  She started to cry.  "It's like I want to crawl
inside you."

   Mollie arched her back and said, "Come on in, Senya, you're home."

   And Senya did.  She pressed her tongue in, holding the other woman open
with two elegant fingers, tasting her pooling juices, slurping them up
through her tongue, like through a straw.  She licked every pulsing,
swollen surface, and then stuck two fingers inside Mollie and searched for
her g-spot as she gently licked her clit.

   "Oh, god, Senya, don't ever leave me!  Stay with me!  Be my lover!"

   Senya lay on her back, pulling Mollie on top of her, pulling her pussy
to her face, clutching at her button ass.  "Not lover.  Be my wife."

   "Yes!  I'll marry you!"

   Senya cried, her tears melting together with the juice's of Mollie's
climax.  She had finally found it.

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