Sarah Casey stepped out of her panties and moved gracefully onto the wide bed. She lay her head and shoulders back against the pair of pillows and stretched, a low purring sound coming from her throat. There was a sensuous warmth unfurling in her loins, wetness seeping out along the walls of her privates, a longing in her heart, and a man undressing at the foot of the bed.
She gazed down the length of her mature but still younglooking body and watched Bret Miller peeling off his pants. The dark-haired beaut of a man was taking his time, as usual, but Sarah didn't mind. This was one time when hurrying or not holding back was the farthest thing from her mind.
Naked in the afternoon light of the cozy bedroom, she saw his skin to be smooth and soft, snug against his sturdy, sleek muscles. His cock reached out heavily, pointed somewhat at her, a dusky red color. A rich thrill went through her as he came onto the bed and stretched out on his side next to her. His hand slid across the flat of her belly and she rolled toward him, felt his knowing fingers settle into the nook of her slender waist.
Sarah saw the familiar good-humored eyes, full of fondness, trust, respect, all those good and great things. Desire, especially. But there was something new in them today. A sadness, mixed with sorrow... She felt all the same things and knew it was showing. She didn't mind.
She looked down his lightly-haired body, sliding her hand along the path of her gaze. Her long, gentle fingers curled about the fat base of his cock and breezed up the length of it. Bret's organ went swiftly to full stiffness and jerked with excitement as her langorous hand moved caressingly over it. She reached into the damp heat emanating from his crotch and cuddled his balls. Her eyes lifted again to his, sadder than ever.
"I wish you weren't taking her back." Sarah told him.
He gave her a look of apology. "I think she needs me more than you do."
"She must need you desperately then," Sarah remarked wrily.
"A feeling that's becoming more and more mutual."
Gazing at him, she let her hand travel off down his thigh, under it, back up to his cock and out to the tip. "Why can't I hate you for dumping me for someone else?"
"I guess we're both just too noble. At least, you are."
"My hard luck, I guess."
Bret shifted closer and kissed her soft lips. He brushed her lush red hair back behind her ear and kissed a trail over her cheek, down her neck line, up to the waiting earlobe. He nibbled it sweetly.
"Yes," she whispered. "Love me just once more." Her hand stroked more urgently on his prick as her need lifted and bloomed inside, an achy void of hot, gnawing emptiness.
"I don't know," he teased gently, "maybe it'll make you want and miss me all the more."
"No," she replied with a warm shudder. She reached up for his wrist, pulled his hand down to her damp crotch, took it between her full thighs and held it there, close. "One last time, to sort of tie up the loose ends."
"Maybe I should do something to make you hate me, to make you glad to see me go out of your life."
"Don't you dare you big, beautiful hunk of man," she breathed and despite all the sadness, they kissed laughingly. Their tongues reached out and played, then tugged at one another in a lewd wrestling match. Bret's hand rubbed the juncture of her long legs and she ground her needy flesh at his magical fingers. Her body arched toward him, hotly aching nipples finding comfort in his strong, cushiony chest. She kept her hand away from his cock, afraid of losing control and jerking him off on the spot.
"God, Bret," she whispered in a strained tone, "I want you inside me so much."
"I'm going to fuck you," he told her simply, licking her throat. He took her behind the shoulders and rolled until she was on her back and he was on top. Sarah's legs swept out and up at the knee. His weight lifted off of her tits and body and he reached between to open the bloated folds of her soaked twat.
She held his face in her hands and sucked his tongue into her mouth as his smooth cockhead touched the wet softness of her entrance. He eased inward, stretching wide inch after inch of her cooking woman-walls. The ripe heat of his manhood penetrated all the way in, deep into her body, and she felt her insides hug themselves to their hero.
"Mmmmmmhhhhhh," she moaned exhalingly. "Now that's good. I mean terrific, baby. Wonderful."
"I'm hotter than hell, but I'm going to fuck you for a long time."
"Yes," she replied thickly. She loved how he told her what he was going to do, then went ahead and did it. So well. So generously. Too generously, she sometimes thought -- at least, too often. She'd never really gotten the chance to return the favor.
But being on the receiving end was nothing to complain about, especially today. She wanted to soak up every little bit of him she could before letting him go back to his ex-wife.
Bret lifted his ass and drew his prickhead to the lips of her twat, the suction against his hard meat causing them to lift out in puckered fashion. He sank back into her with a rotating motion of his hips and she lifted to greet him. "I'm going to fuck a little bit like that," he in-formed her happily, then gave her three quick and straight on thrusts. "And a little bit like that, and a little bit like this." He withdrew and re-entered her with a terrible slowness that made Sarah's hips buck up at him on the third stroke.
"Oohhh," she groaned, "you turn me into an awful slut with your naughty ways."
"Complaining?" he asked, giving her the circular treatment. That slow pause at the end of each retreat had a dizzying effect on her system.
"No... no... no," she gasped, hugging him to her with arms and legs. "You know I love it." He fit his lips onto hers and poured his thick tongue between them. Sarah gave it warm sucks and soft licks which she co-ordinated with the easy, slick moves of her baking twat. She caught on to the dance of his prick, and complimented his superb thrusts and parries with the desiring lurches and glides of her famished body. He was driving her up a high wall of lust, as he always did, pulling all the strings that made her need to go higher and higher.
Her heels slid up and down the backs of his legs, her own shanks flexing tirelessly to grind her heated cunt at his pounding, now crawling, then reaming prick. The grate of his flared cockhead seemed to stretch her inner tissues to their limits, the intense friction sending a fire through her body. The suction pulled more and more need into her loins and opened up that void to its own limits. If it had not been as gradual as it was, Sarah was sure she'd have burst open.
Her heels dug in behind Bret's ass and her strong legs pulled him boldly at her up-hunching body. He lifted onto straight arms and plowed into her, his pubic mound now making more direct contact with hers. And that was all Sarah needed.
Her unbearably tense guts tingled hotly all over, then her entire body did, her face flushing deeply. Her fingers dug into Bret's arms for something to hold on to. Her panting breaths grew longer under her bobbling rocking tits.
The sensually punching pressure against her clit zone sent Sarah to the top of the wall and up into a wild burst of total freedom. Her body went stiff as a board and convulsed lewdly under Bret's fucking form. Her insides trembled and caved in. Her mind was lost in another world of complete happiness, but she felt the need gush out along her wildly twitching walls. She convulsed again after her void re-opened, stiffening her. Another wash of desire poured out of her system, leaving the sweet sensation of relief in its wake. Her body spasms softened, the clamping of her guts settling into gentle ripples. Her climax and she settled into aftermath. Cries that had been caught in her throat disappeared. She emitted soft sighs of relief and gentle breaths of air flowed freely in and out. Her head, once thrown far back, now lolled forward, pink with satisfaction even past her hairline. She smiled up at Bret, who was sliding his cock easily in and out of her cunt, working out her last trembles of delight. Her thighs shuddered warmly against his body.
"That was nice for a warm-up," Bret remarked. "Now we'll go for the real thing."
She moved her hands on his arms. "You're the man to get us there." She let her feet fall flat on the bedding and she began swaying her hips from side to side, moving his casually pumping dick around inside her. She drew a deep breath and sighed. "Oh shit, Bret, what am I going to do without you around to fuck me?"
He lowered onto his elbows, continuing to plunge her depths for untouched desire. "You're a lucky kind of lady," Bret told her. "You'll find someone new."
"Mm," Sarah answered, only partly convinced. She hugged him to her and gave his mouth a juicy smooch. Damn, but it was good to be with him. Sure, the guy had his faults, but what human being didn't? On top of that, his faults were the kind she could have quite easily lived with, if he'd given her the chance.
Sadness welled up anew within Sarah as she saw more clearly than ever that the likelihood and even the possibility of marriage to Bret was gone. When he made up his mind, it was made up and there were no two ways about it. This really would be their last time together.
Sarah mentally kicked herself for letting hopes and dreams and wants get the better of her. Bret had told her that he might get back together with his ex and that it would not be wise for Sarah to get too involved. But she had gone ahead and done it anyway. Which explained more than nobility did why she was letting Bret go, she supposed. Which didn't make her feel any better. A fool was a fool, no matter how generous.
The question remained. What was she going to do without Bret in her future? She wanted to get married more than anything in the world, and he'd been the last decent prospect. Which suddenly made her all the more hungry for him.
She considered pleading with him to change his mind, but pride and an awareness of the futility of begging, in this case, put that out of her mind. No, still, the only thing to do was drink in the pleasure of his company and hope it would be enough to sustain her somehow until the next good prospect came along.
Bret was once again demonstrating his prowess in fine fashion and of course she was falling under its spell. Oh yeah, more of that her body seemed to be saying. She could feel her pussy cozying up to the lasting hardness of him, her hips losing their sense of shame, like the rest of her, and beginning to reveal the need she had for the pleasure he could provide.
Her pride was nearing its weakest point now and she knew that if he wanted her to, she would beg for his dick to fuck her, for him to please her. It shamed Sarah, this weakness, this vulnerability, but while Bret knew she had it he never once even thought about taking advantage of it, unlike some men she could think of. Which was one of the major things she loved about him. Which was going to make her miss him all the more, because she hadn't met many who truly respected her.
Damn, she thought, and warned herself to stop thinking along those lines before she wound up doing something stupid, like refusing to give him up without a fight -- a futile and humiliating fight at best. Maybe it had been a mistake to let their last farewell take the course it had, and was...
No, no, it wasn't wrong she decided as Bret suddenly picked up terrific speed and energy and crammed his cock in and out of her soggy grasp. Being with him this last time was tugging terribly at her heartstrings but she wouldn't have given it up for the world. Not now that he was really going to work on her.
His big glans sailed deep into her privates and lifted high, drawing her foreflesh open like hot sun on a desert flower. The idea caught her fancy and she closed her eyes to let herself imagine his hands as carefree breezes on her tits, sides and legs. His mouth fed rivers of good, loving feelings into her system that were drawn up toward the heat of his body, then rained down on her as hot tingles of pleasure. She almost laughed with the delight dreamland gave her. It was easy to fantasize such things with Bret inside her -- she felt so free and easy with him. At least, her imagination did. She could not give such free rein to her libido. Not completely, anyway.
Oh, but she couldn't think those negatives things now. There was just too much to enjoy. Sarah's knees lifted toward her shoulders and offered the smooth undersides of her thighs as cushions for Bret's stomach, the rounds of her ass for his crashing hips. His balls found a snug place to slap into in the hot nook between her cheeks and below her drippy, stuffed slit.
Carried away by the remarkably rich lust he had drawn out of her deeps, Sarah bucked wildly under him like some kind of fevered bronco. He was more than master enough to stay aboard and ride her to the ground, and ride he did.
He pummelled his big cock in and out, spurring her on, faster and faster toward their oblivion. She twisted and lurched out of control, both arms around his neck and head so that his fevered mouth wouldn't leave hers, ankles locked over his ass so his torrid pecker wouldn't happen to slip free. The sweat gleamed on their thrashing bodies, the odor mixing with those of his nuts and crotch and her soaked snatch to make for an intoxicating, maddening aphrodisiac.
Finally they were coming. The physical signs were vivid, from the grimaces of pleasure on Sarah's face, to the spasms in her core, to the twitches along her cunt. Bret groaned deeply and the breath was driven from his lungs as his climax burst forth, out of his jerking penis and into Sarah's gulping cooze. Each jet of his hot seed made him twist and writhe above her as he continued grinding it out in his ever weakening state.
Their copious flow was matched in sensual terms as well, with endless pure white and burning tides rolled to and fro inside them and seemingly around them too. A thick blanket of togetherness enveloped Sarah and Bret for long minutes during and afterward. Even when their organs had separated it remained with them. After kisses and hugs Bret rolled off and again stretched out on his flank facing her, and the feeling was still there.
It had been something very special indeed, both knew that. That it was their last time seemed to have little to do with it, but only at first.
Presently Sarah rolled onto her side and looked at Bret, with lazy eyes. "How much time do we have left?"
Bret checked his watch on the night table behind him and stretched. "An hour or so."
"You'd better shower. Or you'll wind up at her place smelling like used sex"
"I've still got time... unless, you'd care to join me?"
"I'd never forgive myself for not using up every available minute in the most fun way possible."
"Let's go."
They somewhat drunkenly moved from the bedroom into Sarah's bathroom. She caught Bret's hand and led him into the stall, shutting the door behind them. She turned on the faucets and gave him a splash of cold water. His breath caught but he didn't jump out of the way, just waited and told her when the temperature was just right.
He reached for her and drew her into his arms, catching her lips in a big kiss. The spray hit her in the back of the head and wet her long, wavy mane of red hair, plastering it to her scalp, the back of her neck and shoulders. Bret eased back to admire her in her fairly unique look.
Sarah's face was oval in an elegant sort of way. Her green eyes were open, generous, warmly passionate or hinting at it, whatever the case might be. A long straight nose, full, sensuous lips that seemed more lascivious than usual, strong but feminine chin, slender neck. "You're all woman," he told her, "and you look good wet."
She leaned into him, her gelatinous breasts flattening on his chest, the wet cool wringlets of her pubic bush blanketing his shrunken cock. She rubbed her hands over his back and turned him so the warm water would fall on their shoulders and between their bodies, where there was room. She was smiling with those killer lips, those lush eyes. The sadness was still in them though, and it had been in his voice. For a brief instant she thought he might be having second thoughts, but short scrutiny dispelled the notion. Bret knew he was giving up a lot, but he was giving her up nevertheless.
"Did I tell you I'm going to miss you?" she asked.
"Uh-huh," he replied, sliding his hands down to her ass.
"Yeah. I thought I was getting boring."
"Not you, babe."
"Not me, babe." She kissed his shoulder, the one away from the shower. "I wish I was enough for you," she said longingly.
"Don't think about it."
"I'm not making it easy for you, am I, all of a sudden?"
"It's always hard to let go."
"Maybe we should have opted for a quicker good-bye."
"You don't believe that, do you?"
"Sometimes. It comes and goes."
"When does it go?"
She lifted her eyes to him, sighing. "When you're doing things to me."
He chuckled, and it made her feel a bit happier. She saw what was coming.
Bret stood her up in the middle of the stall, directly facing the warm shower. Then he turned her around and completely wet her backside. He had the soap in his hand and was already lathering her belly.
Reducing the spray of water, he ran the bar up between her jutting breasts, down between her slightly parted thighs. Switching hands he dragged the soap up between her gelatinous asscheeks, then moved it in circles over her back. He returned the bar to the tray and, standing beside Sarah, Bret proceeded to lather her front and back with each hand.
Her crotch and ass got the most of his attention while Sarah tended to her boobs herself, giving them the soapy, sudsy caresses they wanted. Her cunt became all steamy and itchy inside from that and more so from Bret's eagerly massaging hands. It was a rare and vivid kick, the way his lathery fingers slipped and slid over her personal places. Her nipples stood out like never before and her clit was stinging with the sweetest of horny vibes. "Okay babe," he said with deep authority. "Up against the wall and spread'em."
"Oooo, what a kinky guy," Sarah beamed and did as she was told, placing her hands high on the back wall with her feet back and apart.
"There's only one place where you can hide your lust," he said, standing behind her with both hands on her huskily flared hips.
"You got a. warrant, buster?" she demanded, getting into the fun of the game. He was always coming up with something sexy and playful like this. Today she was probably more grateful for it than ever though -- he was going to end their affair with a juicy bit of fun, a laugh or two, a lark to keep the tears away. And there were tears, she realized. Not so deep down, either.
But suddenly they weren't as heavy or as close to showing themselves. Sarah felt her grin widen and her heart lighten as she heard the quiet joviality in Bret's answer.
"Sure I got a warrant." He touched the point of his hard cock to the nook of her cunt, somewhat hidden under her ripe posterior. "Hardness, baby, that's my warrant."
"Well shit, I guess you've got me," Sarah admitted and tilted her pelvis. Her twat was promptly revealed to his eyes as it emerged from its soapy hiding place. She held her foreflesh firm against his cockhead, pushing the sensitive crown back, but then relaxed and allowed him the pleasure of watching his length slide in from start to finish.
His hips leaned forward an inch and her insides drew into a tighter clench of anticipation. Sarah heard Bret conclude that her lust wasn't hiding where his cockhead was and felt him probe into her another inch or so. Her wet inner membranes stretched wide and were instantly cooking around his hot meat. The two previous fucks had somehow lowered her resistance to excitement to virtually nothing.
Bret's hands held her hips firmly, preventing her from moving in any direction, and it was delicious agony. It got worse, or better, for her when he began to work his cock around inside her juicy twat in his search for a particularly hot and vulnerable spot. Bret knew her tunnel like he knew his cock, but it wouldn't have been half the fun if he'd gone straight for a soft spot.
Three of his seven was inside her when Sarah shuddered. His hands slid quickly up her soapy body and closed on her firmed out boobs. "So, we're getting close," he murmured, and twirled a fingertip on each of her stiffened nipples.
Sarah tried to push back against his loins but now his forearms were blocking her. Thankfully she then felt his cock slide nice and easy up into her body, all the way. She groaned lewdly as he hit bottom. She moved her slippery soft ass against his hips and thrilled at the feel of the contact.
"I think we've almost got it now," Bret said grinningly. He backed out a short way, changed his angle slightly, then slid his large glans up against her tunnel bottom, favoring the right side.
A base sound of approval and longing escaped Sarah's throat and told Bret what he wanted to hear. Something about the dimensions of his prick and the structure of her privates made this angle of attack one of the more effective of many. As if to make sure, Bret backed out all the way, then rammed his hips forward. His hips made a light slapping sound with her lathered ass and his dangling nuts bounced between his crotch and her cunt lips. His cockhead hit the weakest portion of her steamy tunnel and jarred hot lances of excitement loose from her insides.
Sarah felt the sensuous rallying cries rush through her system, bringing the remaining portions of her desire into her loins. Each bold cramming of big cock into her heated snatch reeled in more and more of her craving need. It seemed to happen swiftly, but Sarah soon lost track of the number of glides his red demon made into her defenseless body. Her mind was kept busy just making sure her breathing continued and trying to deal with all the signals and sensations and lurid images set off by her fully aroused flesh.
Broken off and intermittent sounds came from her open, panting mouth. Her lips and face contorted in ways that made her some-what glad she was looking away from Bret. Her tits burned achingly against his fondling hands, the nipples on the brink of bursting with excitement. Her insides were all directly tuned in to the endless, ceaseless driving of merciless prick. Her cunt was nothing more, or less, than a long, hot, greasy hole for him to fuck and keep on fucking. Her poor, neglected girl cock wailed for attention, but she dared not lower a hand to it for fear of setting off the fireworks too soon.
In and out he worked, to and fro she threw herself. It was crazy, wild, and raw sex, full of fun and love and lust, but kind of tender in its own little way. It counted for something, inside, where they lived, something personal, mutual, and good.
As the end rolled closer and closer they saw the futility in trying to stop it. So they threw themselves into making the inevitable happen without any holding back. Sarah arched to Bret as she felt his cock exploding deep in her cunt and she shivered. Rigidity seized her in a brief moment and then completion surged through her body and her mind. Stars burst before her eyes as the frothy surges of release continued. "God... God... god... "she breathed as her trembling calmed and the waves of pleasure ebbed. She softened, then straightened with her back against Bret's body. His spent cock slipped from the clasp of her warmly shivering twat and he hugged her to him with both arms. Her wet head lolled back to rest on his shoulder.
A moment or two passed, then one of Bret's arms left her and the shower was promptly turned up. The heated, caressing spray lifted along their not far from rubbery legs, their sweaty, soapy flanks, and onto their shoulders.
They got on with their shower, lovingly soaping and caressing one another from top to bottom. Sexually they were both exhausted, just fucked-out, and worn down physically as well. Their hands were slow, non-vigorous, which contributed to the loving feeling. It was nice to do something in, well, slow motion, for a change. The feeling of togetherness was as rich and sweet as ever.
Towelling each other off, they wandered back into the bedroom. Sarah lay down on the bed and curled up on her side, watching through sleepy eyes as Bret dressed in the same tired fashion. Although he seemed to be recuperating.
Sarah tried to feel sad but for some reason just couldn't manage much of anything. She felt like she would never want to fuck again, so on that score she wouldn't miss Bret much. She had friends, and a smart little teenaged daughter, so she wasn't being left alone in the world. She was thirty five years old but looked younger, was well-preserved -- there was still time for her to find someone new and acceptable to her present standards. So, she thought. It's over. Between me and Bret, but not between me and a reasonably happy life. I made a mistake, entwining those two deals... I wonder how I got them sorted out on my own like this... Usually I need help with such matters. Lots of help.
Bret has changed me, taught me a lot about, well, using my own head, getting in touch with myself as they say.
And now he's leaving.
Well, okay. I'll miss him, but I can live without him.
For a while...
CHAPTER TWO
"More wine?" Gwen Sharp offered. A slender but shapely thirty year old blonde, she was sitting by Sarah at the dining room table of her new house. It was just down the street from Sarah's similarly modern-styled home.
"No thanks," Sarah replied. She had come over for lunch and to get caught up with all the developments in her best friend's life, hoping it would help her forget about Bret's absence. It was a week after his departure, and she was lonely for him.
Gwen poured herself a refill, asking, "Sure?"
"Positive," came the reply with something of a forced smile.
Gwen lifted her glass and held it near her lips as she gazed at her friend. Sarah couldn't quite look back.
"I thought maybe you'd want something to help loosen your tongue," Gwen remarked kindly. "Or should I just ask you what the matter is? Why so down, Sarah?"
Sarah looked into her glass. She wanted to talk, but didn't know where to begin, even now. Finally she simply blurted it out. "Bret's gone. For good."
"Oohh, "' Gwen said sympathetically. She rested a comforting hand on Sarah's wrist. "Gone back to wifey, is he?"
Sarah nodded.
"And you're alone."
"Except for my friends," she replied, and looked warmly to Gwen, clasping the woman's hand in her own.
"Who'll tell you very convincingly that things will work out, that the world isn't going to pass you by."
Sarah laughed softly. "Something like that."
"To cheer you up, get you on the move again."
"Mm, keep it coming."
"Give you a reassuring hug or two."
Sarah broke into a wide smile. "When absolutely necessary."
The two women looked warmly into one another's eyes and good feelings ran between them. Gwen was just what Sarah had needed, and it showed. Just like Gwen's caring.
"I'm sorry things didn't work out," the blonde said sincerely.
Sarah rolled a shoulder. "C'est la vie."
"Your expectations were high -- I guess you're really down."
"Oh, it's okay... I guess I should have taken your advice not to take so much for granted."
"Forget that. It's today and tomorrow that counts."
"Easier said than done."
Gwen got slowly to her feet, murmured, "I know, but one of those hugs will help," and drew Sarah up in front of her. She took the redhead into a close embrace and it was reciprocated. Sarah realized how much she needed the closeness of someone who cared and she held on tight.
"I just feel so damned rejected," Sarah confided. "I need to feel worthy of someone again." In the intervening time between Bret's leaving and a couple days ago, she'd been getting along fine. But some kind of delayed reaction had hit her and had bored right into her heart, leaving Sarah empty, sometimes desolate, desperate, just about always.
Gwen held her closer still. "Will I do?" she asked with a trace of humor.
"You're special, and I trust you to be sincere. You'll do wonderfully."
Gwen smoothed her hands over Sarah's back and her head turned slightly. Her cheek nuzzled softly against Sarah's ear. A brief pause ensued, then she did it again, a shade more firmly.
Sarah stiffened noticeably in her friend's arms. She eased back, Gwen's hands slipping around to her shoulders as Sarah's went to the blonde's waist, very lightly. She looked curiously at Gwen and was unsure of whether she had read the nuzzling gesture right.
"I thought it would do you good to feel desired," Gwen told her calmly. And invitingly.
"You mean... you and... me?" Sarah asked uncertainly.
"What better way to put a past affair behind you than to have a new one?" Gwen asked. "One you can be sure won't go getting all serious... And if it does, well, the feeling will be mutual."
Sarah took a long moment to drink it all in, then found herself having to decide which way to go. She did like feeling wanted agan, even if it was by a woman, but she'd been confirmed at birth as a man-lover. Hell, she'd hardly even given passing thought to women as bed-mates...
"Of course," Gwen informed, "it doesn't even have to be an `affair`. How about just an afternoon of friendly play? To kind of get you back on track?"
Sarah giggled as she felt temptation. "I don't know... Gee... "
"I've done it before, Sarah. You'll be in good hands, I promise."
"You have?" came the surprised reply.
Gwen blushed slightly but smiled quite proudly. "Mm-hm... Oh it's just oodles of fun, Sarah. Come and see for yourself." She stepped back, catching Sarah gently near the fingertips, but letting her eyes do the luring, the pulling.
Sarah bit on her bottom lip, a tentative smile of acceptance brightening her face. The way Gwen had laid it out, maybe a friendly romp would be just what she needed. It sure didn't sound like it would hurt. She let herself be drawn forward by her attractive friend, and they walked together to the bedroom.
It was luxurious in its sexiness. A thick dark carpet covered the floor, with a white fur rug big enough for two beside the bed. That was low, broad, with light satin sheets and plump pillows. Pictures of nude women, in pairs and triples, decorated the walls. The drapes were shut most of the way, leaving the room in a cozy dimness. All in all, very alluring, and conducive to fun times.
"No mirror over the bed?" Sarah found herself asking.
Gwen gave her a squeeze by the waist. "I'd much rather see people up close."
"Me too," Sarah confided. It was remarkable how comfortable she felt with what was happening. She was actually becoming eager to proceed.
"I want to undress you," Gwen said, moving in front of her. "Then lie you down and make you squirm with pleasure."
"I'm willing, Gwen."
First, Gwen gave her a soft kiss on the lips. A sensation she had never known before washed down over Sarah and made her want more. She added pressure from her side and the kiss deepened. Then the two women were in each other's arms and kissing freely, open-mouthed and deep. The warmth of their titties meshed intimately, sparking a deep awareness of one another's body in Gwen and Sarah.
Gwen's hands rubbed Sarah's tits through the thin material of her dress and the twin orbs swelled with approval. The pulpy nipples knew a good thing when they got it and lifted out needingly.
Sarah felt the knowing hands leave her for a moment and as the kiss ended she opened her eyes to find Gwen naked from the waist up. Her smallish but so exquisitely shaped tits reached out like tender delicacies and Sarah simply had to touch them. First with her fingers, then with her lips. She experienced nipples swelling in her mouth for the first time and the thrill delighted her all over. The accomplishment was encouraging to her as well, removing whatever fears she might have had about not being able to contribute to or return the pleasure Gwen had promised.
Sarah straightened as those nimble fingers returned to her body, opening the front of her dress and dropping it to the floor. Inhibition made her want to cover her breasts, but the look in Gwen's eyes removed it completely. Sarah squared her shoulders proudly and her full, sumptuous upturned breasts lifted toward the admiring face.
Cupping the underside with amazing tenderness, Gwen bent and simply drank in the fat-pointed peak of Sarah's left boob, her lips moving past areola and onto white smoothness before stopping. The display of hunger and openness sent sparks of interest to Sarah's cooze and for the first time she not only wanted to make it with a woman, but she simply had to.
Sarah ran her fingers through Gwen's soft, lush yellow hair and then down, her back to undo the woman's skirt. It fell to her slender ankles and a moment later a pair of panties fell onto the cloth puddle around Sarah's feet. Thrilling at her own nakedness, Sarah reached for Gwen's undies as the woman kissed her way up to Sarah's lips. But Gwen was already shoving her panties down her long, athletically tuned legs.
The blonde took the redhead's hand and they supported each other while stepping out of their dropped clothing, then slid off their shoes. Smiling broadly, Gwen pulled Sarah to her and engaged her in another deep smooch. The contact of their flesh was hot, the cozy press of tits and exposed, soft cunt patches sending perverse thrills through their warming bodies.
Gwen's hands closed greedily around Sarah's larger boobs and she looked down at them. "They're so plump and pretty, I could just play with them all day."
Sarah's hands slid naturally to Gwen's twin charms and caressed the firm fleshiness dearly. "You've got something to feel good about yourself."
"Mutual admiration, huh? That goes over much better in bed." She happily led Sarah to the wide pad and they stretched out together in the middle of it.
Sarah moved her strong lips to Gwen's slightly parted lips and kissed her desiringly. Her tongue was stiff and it slinked out boldly. Gwen welcomed it into the wet warmth of her mouth and slid her hand around to Sarah's back. Pulling their bodies together, she moved on top of Sarah, putting the woman comfortably on her back.
The hot, smooth weight on her felt good to Sarah. Just great. She hugged Gwen to her and ran her hands possessively over the sensuous woman. The textures and shapes were new and wonderful and she wanted to know all about them.
With wants of her own, Gwen began travelling her lips down Sarah's thrumming body. From neck to shoulders to firmed up titties, she kissed and nipped softly at Sarah's smooth skin, drawing out desire and pleasure, further banishing inhibition.
The woman drew her knees up along the bedding and balanced on them, allowing Sarah to reach freely between their bodies and fondle Gwen's pretty boobs. She rolled the firm, hanging masses above her palms and played her fingertips all over the stiff little nipples. Then her hands breezed downward, but could reach only as far as Gwen's girlish waist.
"Do you want to feel around down there?" Gwen asked and dragged her tongue up the valley between Sarah's tits.
Sarah squirmed and sighed hotly. "Yes. Could I?"
"It's your party," Gwen answered, and rolled off to one side. She slid up along the satin sheet and lounged on an elbow as Sarah rolled toward her, adapting a similar position with her face even with Gwen's perky boobs. The delicious blonde swept her legs apart and silently invited Sarah's curiosity.
Fascinated by the incredible smoothness, Sarah moved her hand over Gwen's slightly mounded tummy, elegantly curved hips and long, bountiful thighs. She reached back between them and squeezed the flesh of Gwen's ass-balls. A strong heat emanated from the crack and she slid her fingertips in to its bottom. She was kissing Gwen's breasts when at last she drew her hand forward and placed it on the waiting cunt. She had felt the warmth of it on her forearm, but on her fingers it seemed much hotter. She had to pull back and look at it.
Gwen lay back with an arm for a pillow, shoulders flat but one hip twisted upward, toward Sarah. Feeling the tentative unsure touches of Sarah's hand, she smiled, "Just remember work the same way. Relax, and let the spirit move you."
Smiling with subdued delight as she was made more relaxed, Sarah idly stroked Gwen's foreflesh as she would her own. Her soft fingerpads started at the bottom portion and worked their way up, touching and pressing and cuddling the swelling pubes with increasing boldnes. Alternating between feather softness and lewd firm pressure, she whisked her fingertips outwardly as if to draw the tumid folds open. The inner pink sponginess was soon showing clearly and a healthy wetness was oozing out. High in the feminine folds, Gwen's girl-cock stood, all fresh and new-looking, bright and shiny with lust, and thick with arousal. Sarah slid down on the bed for a better look and in fascination stared at the woman-structure.
Curiosity sent her gentle fingertips into the gaping slit, into the very entrance to Gwen's moist smoothness, her hot privates. The nails of two fingers were covered over by cunt tissue and Sarah was getting her first small feel of what another woman was like inside when Gwen closed her thighs and moaned with rich excitement. She opened them slowly.
Sarah looked up at her in a sort of surprise. She had let herself forget that there was an entire person with her and, on top of that, that her touches and exploring were bound to have an effect on Gwen. The blonde's back arched, lifting her pretty tits in the air and giving Sarah an exciting view in the process. She was made aware of her own excitement, how thrilling it was to be pleasing Gwen, and so Sarah continued her finger-play. Only now she vowed to remain tuned in to Gwen and what was happening inside her, and to build on the arousal that was there.
Confident and relaxed, suddenly full of fun, at last really into the spirit of things, Sarah licked her lips and followed the pliant rim of Gwen's twat around and around. She was slow, and teasing, smiling devilishly at the effect on Gwen. The woman lifted her hips and groaned something about "Deeper."
But Sarah did not feel very obliging. She knew something of what Gwen was going through from her own past experience with masturbation, but she also knew what fun it was to deny the real wants and pursue the lesser ones at first. Sarah let her hand roam off up a warm thigh.
Gwen closed a hand over each breast and laughed knowingly. "Oh you tricky little wench," she accused fondly.
Sarah smiled again and breezed her hand to Gwen's tummy. She rubbed broadly across it and back, the side of her hand brushing against the brown, damp twat-thatch. She spread her fingers and slithered the elegant digits into the curls of short, lush hair and marvelled at the softness, the warmth of the underlying flesh.
Gwen's thighs pressed tightly together and her knees jerked upward. Her shanks then yawned wide open, the petals of her hot cunt stretching apart and crying tears of need. Suddenly sympathetic, Sarah returned her fingers to the wet hole and slid them all the way into the slick lining.
"Yes... yess... " Gwen groaned, closing her thighs on Sarah's hand to keep it from leaving. "God, that's good... real good." She squeezed her boobs lewdly and squirmed.
"I'll give you another one," Sarah offered, and watched Gwen's leg lift away from the other. She slowly retreated her hand from the heat and cling of Gwen's crotch, moved a third finger up with the wet others, then just as deliberately slid them back in.
"Oo-la-laahhh," Gwen enthused and wiggled her twat up at Sarah's hand. She lowered her ass into the bedding and initiated fuck movements that were shared by her and Sarah's diving, stroking fingers.
A lush aroma wafted up from the fiery twat and wetness caused slight sucking sounds around Sarah's pumping digits. She began pushing and pulling at the outer folds and promptly soaked them with the sweet stuff. She used her thumb often on the vividly aroused girl-cock, making it gleam in shaft of filtered light coming onto the bed.
Gwen lurched and heaved her loins at the lovingly bold and generous hand and panted with excitement. She rolled tit-flesh under her palms, squeezing it with her long fingers. Her head rolled from side to side, her beautiful face starting to contort and twist as her climax sent out its first preparatory signals.
It felt like all of Sarah's being was concentrated in her own hand as she fucked, actually fucked, her best friend with it. She got the impression that she could have sent the whole thing in past her wrist if she wanted to, but didn't dare try out of fear that it might just have been her imagination. She continued pumping in and out, massaging the sensitive outer portions, just working the blood-charged cunt and passion-teeming Gwen into frenzies of shared delight.
At last the delight blossomed into ecstasy. It surged and rushed through Gwen's bucking, stiffening, convulsing body as her core pounded, her cunt spasmed, her flesh shuddered, time after time after time.
Sarah felt a twitch of sympathy inside her as she watched Gwen sail through the motions of her climax. There was a pang of envy as well, but knowing she had been responsible for Gwen's pleasure eased that. Besides, if she had it figured right, pretty soon she would be getting some return treatment. Her arousal rose, drawing her need up with a flourish and suddenly made her crave attention.
Gwen ascended from her pinnacle of pleasure and she gazed through soggy, contented eyes at Sarah, who slid up even with her on the bed. The foxy redhead looked squarely at her new lover and took her three wet fingers all the way into her mouth. She saw Gwen come alive with interest as she slowly sucked off the tasty juices of excitement and spent climax.
"You're coming right along, honey," Gwen murmured, lifting toward Sarah on an elbow. "I never expected you to take to it all so easily."
"When I'm with the right person, there's just no holding me back," Sarah replied, taking another long, loving suck on each finger.
"Are you sure it's not just because of your desire to put a bad memory and bad time behind you?"
The question gave Sarah pause. She had forgotten all about Bret, the break-up, rejection, feelings-justified or not-of inadequacy... She was on the rebound here, but it went beyond that, Sarah decided. "Don't sell yourself short," she purred. "You're a seductive bitch."
"Maybe you're just a slut, did you ever think of that?" Gwen teased. She liked the playful name calling. Dirty talk, too?
"Wave tits and pussy like you've got at me and yeah, I'll be a slut. Who wouldn't?"
Gwen giggled thickly. "Your fingers felt real good in my cooze, Sarah baby. How do I taste?"
"Like me, like a sister slut."
Gwen pushed on her elbow and slid down on the smooth sheets, eyes following the sumptuous curves of Sarah's body to the plump mat of pubic hair. "Open up, Sis," she breathed. "I wanna check this out for myself."
Sarah eagerly swung her legs wide and Gwen stretched out between them. Sarah pulled a fat pillow under her and gazed down over the hot peaks of her volcanic tits at her suddenly lusty friend. The perverse turn their course had taken died away and more serious moods now controlled the women as Sarah was going to be tasted for the first time by a woman's pointy, wicked tongue. Her loins knotted with anticipation as Gwen lowered her mouth to her steamy gash.
A low, foreboding tremor rolled through her system as she felt the contact of a mouth that seemed instantly to be custom made for Sarah. Her hands grasped instinctively at her breasts as lusciously ovalled lips pressed to her sensitized vulva and she felt a soft, slithery wet thing glide up the line of her slick woman-gash.
"Nnnnnnnnnn," Sarah moaned openly as the tongue tip brushed over her suddenly aching, itching clitoris. She squirmed into her pillow and wriggled her hips forward and up. Knowing, fond hands slipped under her full ass cheeks and caressed gently as the tongue retraced its intimate path.
Gwen dipped out more of her tongue and dragged it along the left portion of Sarah's pouch. Then she attentively licked the other side. She moved upward and started to lick Sarah's hair back and away from her crotch. Like Sarah before her, she was onto delaying tactics. Sweet, sweet, torture.
Sarah slid her hands down her body and stroked Gwen's hair and forehead, then the slender shoulders. Her fingers glided up her own thighs to her knees and she further parted them, lifting her cunny up at the same time. Her buttocks tensed on their own with excitement and her bold offering became an urgent invitation.
Gwen turned her oral attention to licking the uppermost parts of Sarah's thighs while allowing a finger to dally in the oozing wetness of the needy cunt-foreflesh sections only. Sarah whined a complaint of sorts but didn't push the matter. She was only getting what her previous actions had asked for. Her hands dug into the backs of her thighs and she willed her hot and horny self to be patient.
Finally Gwen's mouth was edging back toward Sarah's twat. The lush redhead waited, waited, then eased her open snatch into full contact and felt the soft lips take clinging hold of her special place. The knowing mouth tugged and pulled and nipped hungrily at her baking, basted foreflesh and deep void of desire hollowed out Sarah's insides.
At just the right moment Gwen poured her long tongue into the crying need of Sarah's cunt and swirled it wildly about. "Ooooooo," Sarah purred, feeling like she was lifting up off the bed on a fluffy pink cloud and floating away toward the purple heavens.
She laughed wrily at her little fantasy, but her eyes remained closed an she let it flow on through her. The sensual energy low in her body sent her on at great speeds and wonderful slownesses, depending on the intensity of Gwen's oral attack.
The caressing hands on her ass and thighs and hips came more directly into play. A new sensation washed through Sarah and lifted her higher as a thumb replaced Gwen's tongue inside her excited cunt. The velvety wetness lolled and slid over her hot honey-filled clit and Sarah's senses surged closer to the rich and dark heavens she could now see in her mind's eyes.
Another thumb slid into her gaping sponginess and adopted a rhythm of diving in as its mate pulled out and vice versa. On the upper half of her opening, Gwen's stiff tongue shot quickly in and out at twice the speed of her digits. If there was a way to keep the wicked thrills of the eager assault from taking their toll on a woman, Sarah had no idea what it was.
Suddenly she was shooting up through those thick purple clouds at a speed that was knocking the wind out of her. And then she burst through them into the brightest, deepest red a being could imagine, and Sarah was coming. Coming, coming, coming, until she was sure the wildly rushing and furiously pleasing sensations wouldn't stop.
But they wore out eventually and satisfaction overtook them, devoured them and settled down full and warm and happy into every nook and cranny of her being. Blue skies appeared after a short time, then the realization of where she was. Her eyes opened to slits and showed her the ceiling. She looked down to find her lovely, beautiful Gwen kissing a meandering trail up her sated body.
She welcomed the warm weight onto her body between her legs. Their lips met and their mouths joined. Their cunt mounds rubbed. Sarah unabashedly hugged Gwen's shoulders to her with her arms, the blonde's lower body with her crossed legs. They kissed for what seemed ages, unable to let go of the taste of each other. Their odors of sweat and come mingled and lingered in their noses.
"Is it legal for something to be this good?" Sarah found herself saying. She had said it a couple of times before, but since this was Gwen, a woman, she suddenly wished she'd thought of something original.
"Yes."
"Are you sure."
"It's my bedroom -- I should know what the rules are."
Sarah grinned happily. Her fingers started to toy with Gwen's hair. "You were fantastic."
"We're good for each other."
Sarah looked straight into Gwen's subtly suggesting eyes. "You getting ideas?"
"My dear, I've had ideas about you and me for years."
"No kidding... Serious ideas?"
"Sometimes."
"Gee... I never, never realized . .
"... And now that you know?"
Sarah paused. "You said it didn't have to be an affair with us, but that's what you were hoping for. Wasn't it?"
"... Yes," Gwen admitted, but was quick to add, "but please don't let that put any pressure on you. If you don't want to, just say so and I won't give you any hassle."
Sarah smiled, mostly to herself. "Everybody's noble lately."
"Say what?"
"Nothing. How soon do you want my decision?"
Gwen shrugged. 'One of these days." She then lifted herself off Sarah and stretched out on her back next to her. Her intention, clear to both, was to give Sarah room to think-lying so close, so warm and inviting, could easily have made Sarah jump to a decision, perhaps the wrong one. That's the way it seemed to Gwen, but as far as Sarah was concerned the gesture had been virtually unnecessary.
She sighed quietly. "I know what I want, Gwen."
"You sound sure."
"I am."
Gwen paused, drew a breath. "It's not me. Is it?"
Sarah closed her hand on Gwen's. "I'm sorry."
"Me too, honey. Me too."
"Do you understand?"
"Yes, I do. We've all gotta stick to our guns when the future is at stake."
Sarah let out another, heavier sigh. Gwen, she felt, was putting up a false front of sorts, was probably more let-down than she was showing. "Shit," Sarah muttered. "From being rejected to doing the rejecting. What a week."
Gwen laughed lightly. "Nice to hear that there's somebody worse off than one's self."
"Quick then, who's worse off than I am?"
"Wait a minute, You're over being rejected, that makes me worse off than you."
"I suppose it is better to give rejection than receive it."
"I suppose."
"You are over it, aren't you?" Gwen asked, finding the energy to lift onto an elbow to look at Sarah.
"Well, I do feel a lot better, thanks to you."
"It was my pleasure."
"I wish it could end on a happier note for you."
"Let's not dwell on it. I want to see you happy. Whether it's with me or without me doesn't matter a whole lot."
Sarah too now lifted onto her elbow. "I'm a fool for turning a sweetheart like you down," she said brightly.
"Time will tell," Gwen replied modestly.
"Time," Sarah murmured thoughtfully. "I often feel I don't have much of that left."
"That's just your anxiousness to get married talking."
"And seeing how few prospects there are out there."
"What are you looking for? Or, should that be, what are you willing to settle for?"
Sarah had a ready answer. "Just somebody I can respect, who'll respect me."
"You're very big on that, aren't you."
"Respect is just about everything."
"What else do you want?"
"Somebody I'm reasonably compatible with, in bed and out. Somebody I can like, spend time with, who'll let me take care of him and who'll take care of me... Love is not a pre-requisite. It's not even an after-requisite."
"Why not?"
"Love has always, always gotten me hurt," Sarah answered easily. "That's why." The look in her eye showed that an argument would go unappreciated, unwanted. But Gwen didn't seem to even think of it.
"You're a lucky broad, you know that?" she said.
"Would you mind proving that?"
"Not only is there a guy I know who seems ideal for you, there is also me, who is going to introduce you. How's that?"
CHAPTER THREE
Gwen described Rick Walden as a good-looking, settled-down gentleman in his late thirties. He was a lawyer and a quite successful one at that. He'd been alone for five years and while he made no overt display of wishing to change his status, Gwen considered him ripe for plucking. "He wants someone in his life. I can tell," she told Sarah knowingly.
Sarah was not one to doubt her friend's instincts, but she didn't let her hopes rise very high. But then she met the man and suddenly couldn't help herself. Rick was tall and muscular and moved with an easy, self-assured grace. His face was squarely handsome and his manner was pleasant enough for any woman. He had the kindest, most understanding eyes Sarah had ever seen. There was something reserved about him however, aloof, but it served to give him an air of mystery, made him all the more attractive.
She met him at a little dinner party given by Gwen and by the time it was over the matter was settled. Sarah was going to set out and make Rick her husband, herself his wife. Her own intuition told her that he was what she'd been looking for, what she'd been needing, maybe even what she deserved after all her years of being alone, supporting herself and her daughter, too often struggling to get by, not knowing what tomorrow would bring.
Which was not to say that she looked at Rick as some sort of knight on a white horse coming to rescue her. She knew that there was going to be some work involved on her part. First there would be winning him over, then keeping him won over. True, it might be easy enough, but there would be days of silent lament, doubt, regret... But all the bad could be dealt with, if she wanted marriage bad enough. And she did.
Two nights after the party Sarah was sitting down for another dinner, at one of the city's more expensive restaurants. She'd called Rick up the day before to invite him out if he didn't do it first. He did, and Sarah had thus seen reason to let her hopes rise a little.
They rose higher that evening as Rick showed more than a passing interest in her. He wanted to know about her, her work as a local-television producer, a lot of things.
"I hope I didn't sound like I was grilling you," he said as he dropped her off at her place. "It's just that when I get interested in a woman I get fascinated."
"I do feel kind of talked-out," she replied wrily. "Maybe we could see each other again, and I'll be the focus of curiousity."
"I know you're kind of busy these days, so I'll give you three days to call me. After that, I'll be on your trail."
He chuckled. "Fair enough."
He called on the third night and made a date for Friday evening. As promised, Rick let her get to know him in more detail, and she found that her original suspicions were correct. He was quite a bit more than she'd been willing to settle for.
Of course she had no real idea about what he was like in bed. Even Gwen, who had known him for years, hadn't managed to wangle her way into his sheets. Didn't know anyone who had, either. But somehow how good or how bad he might be didn't matter a whole lot to Sarah. It would have a few years ago, but lately she was starting to think that the quantity and quality of sex she got were not nearly as important as other considerations, which Rick provided in abundance. Most likely it was just her eagerness to get married that was making her think this w a y , with perhaps a touch of maturity thrown in... No, the sex wasn't that important, Sarah thought, but, BUT, if it did turn out to be good... well, gosh, wouldn't that be nice? She started to grow quite curious about this aspect of their budding relationship. What was the guy like? What was she going to have to put up with over the years?
When Rick asked her over to his place one evening, Sarah had a hunch her question was nearing the brink of being answered. There was a look of muted anticipation on her face as she drove up in front of his ivy-covered home in the higher-classed suburb that neighbored her own. She willed into place a more nonchalant expression and thought about how easily she could get used to the new surroundings.
The two of them fixed their meal together in Rick's modern and somewhat lavish kitchen and ate it in the midst of the clutter left over from the first stage. They shared a love of cooking it turned out, although neither had the time to do it as much as he or she liked. There was always time for cleaning up afterward, but neither liked that part of it much. So they took their half-emptied bottle of wine and abandoned empty dishes and such for the living room. A healthily glowing fire in the fire-place and sitting together on the couch in the light of it made for a fine sanctuary, further enhanced by the wine. And each other's company.
"Too bad you don't have a bearskin rug," Sarah remarked presently, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over them with her soft, warm tone. She left her head loll back onto Rick's bicep -- his arm was out along the back of the couch -- and she looked at him through half-lidded eyes.
"Are you trying to hint at something?" he asked with amusement. He knew full well what she was getting at and didn't seem to mind a bit.
Sarah tucked her legs up close as she twisted at the waist toward him. The points of her breasts brushed and held against his side as her shoulder lifted under his arm. She emptied the contents from her glass and leaned across Rick to place it on the arm of the couch. Naturally, her sumptuous boobs pressed in on him.
"Is it too soon for us?" she asked, her hand settling on her own knee. For now.
Rick looked into his glass. "I don't know. Where are we heading, anyway?"
"We won't know until we get there -- isn't that how it works?"
He drank, set his glass aside too. He looked at her soberly. "I don't know if I... can... respond to you, Sarah."
"Why not?" A hidden tremble of fear went through her.
"It has nothing to do with you. It's me. A combination of things, which I won't go into just now, have turned me into something of a celibate. I don't know if I can be drawn out of it."
"Oh. Well... " Her eyes lowered along his casually clad body and she moved her finger-tips to his lower thigh, moved them idly back and forth. "Would you mind if I gave it a try?" she asked with tender coyness.
"I'm a celibate, not a fool, Sarah. I'd like nothing better than you pulling me out of this... rut."
"Some rut," she remarked. Her soft hand roved higher on his thick leg. "Sounds like it should be called a chasm."
"One gets used to it."
She brushed her lips against his shoulder. Her nimble fingers passed over his crotch with similar pressure. Sarah decided his cock was not as withdrawn as it might have been. However, it was far from forthright.
Looking down his body, Sarah fit her hand on his crotch and simply held Rick for a moment. Her body rested close to his. She rubbed his cock through his pants slightly, and curled her fingers under to reach his balls with her tips. She squeezed his soft lump and softly rolled it in her hand. He drew in a deeper than usual breath.
Sarah found herself liking the challenge that had come up. It seemed to make everything so much less complicated -- if she could turn Rick on tonight he would pretty much be hers. He would see that she had the magic spark he needed -- she would make him see it. And he would keep coming back for more. Maybe even putting out a little spark on his own.
Deciding on her course of action and finding the confidence to see it through easy to come by, Sarah moved from Rick's side and stood close by, just off to one side. She turned her right side to the fire and started to undress, knowing the angles were right for the orangish light to hit the curves and hollows of her body revealingly and provocatively and for Rick to get the full benefit of that. She stepped out of her dress and stood erect, poised, with bare tits reaching out, tummy sucked in flat. Her hip curves were accented by the snug garter belt around her narrow waist and her thighs were left enticingly, deliciously bare above the dark nylons. High heeled sandals gave her shanks superb length. Bikini panties hugged her cunt mound, which appeared over-ripe with eagerness and maturity as the flimsy garment seemed barely able to contain it. She had come here tonight prepared for some form of undressing and had wanted to look her best. She had succeeded.
Rick shook his head slowly, admiringly, glints of appreciation dancing in his eyes as they swept over her elegant, salacious form. She let her shoulders sway to and fro, shifting her outreaching tits from side to side in the fiery hue coming at her. Her heart beat a little faster -- getting naked in front of a clearly interested guy always did that to her. When he started to really respond it would simply be pounding.
Sarah hooked both thumbs in her panties and whisked them down and off and away. She stood again, hips leaning toward the fire. She tugged at the cute bush of her cunt hair, making it stand up and out from her lower loins like something wild and fresh and willing.
"Shall I go any farther?" she asked in a throaty murmur, "or do you like the naughty look?"
"It goes over very well," he replied. "I want to feed your stockings on me."
"All good things come to those who wait," she answered and ambled over to stand between him and the fire. Feet apart, her legs and crotch were sharply outlined for him. Her tits were full and soft and alluringly hidden in the dim below the silhouette of her head and shoulders. They made a guy want to reach up and feel them to make up for what his eyes couldn't quite see.
Sarah thrilled inwardly as she saw Rick slide and lean forward, his hands lifting to her belly. Open, they slid up and closed with a remarkable gentleness about her sensitive boobs. There was more curiousity than lust in his touch, but that was a hell of a lot better than nothing at all.
She squared her shoulders and lifted her tits out into his groping hands. He felt her warm smoothness, the weight of her plump orbs, the firmness of them. Then his hands were sliding down the curves of her body to her thighs. He rubbed them in reacquainting fashion and ventured one hand toward her crotch. He cupped her heating vulva and patch of hair and a faint smile of fond remembrance came to him. He bent a finger and lifted it into her lining and she squeezed with her toned muscles as he stroked in and out.
Sarah's eyes went to Rick's crotch and she found a bigger lump in his pants than had been there before. She bent over and cupped Rick's face in her hands, kissed him pliantly on the mouth. Both of his hands went to her hips, then around to her bum.
She settled onto her knees before him and parted his legs. Her fingers undid the buttons of his shirt one after the other and her lips kissed the line down the center of the widening opening. Crouching low, she flicked her tongue tip softly into, around and out of his belly button.
Peeling his shirt off, she breezed her palms and fingers over his handsome alluring torso. Settling back on her heels, she quietly removed his shoes and socks. Then her eyes went to his crotch, and her hands slid deliberately up his legs to the clasp of Rick's slacks.
She leaned her face in close while opening his pants, a smile of devilishness and anticipation on her sweet lips. She grasped the waist-band and as Rick lifted she pulled his pants down, off. His cock was a three or four inch curl in the crotch of his briefs and almost an inch thick. Sarah's tongue tip touched her upper lip as she saw it and a look of seriousness touched her features. Her hands were a little less patient in reaching for his last article of clothing, hauling it down Rick's sturdy, well-shaped legs.
Sarah drew a steadying breath and let it out -- this bit of work she had taken on was more exciting, sooner, than she'd expected. "So," she murmured, leaning in low between his parted thighs. She lifted his soft prick and lay it back over his bush. "This is the poor pecker that's been denied its pleasure. It doesn't look too badly off at all."
"Thank you," Rick said with a cornerwise grin.
She held it caressingly between her hands, felt it grow another quarter inch or more. She smiled. "It hasn't forgotten much."
"I guess not." Rick touched her cheeks fondly and she looked up at him.
Playfulness dancing in her eyes, Sarah continued looking up while lowering her head. Her tongue slipped out and she licked the underside of his pliant crown. She was looking him right in the eye and glinting hotly, inviting him to share in the delicious wickedness of the moment, and of the moments to follow.
His loins flexed to pump blood into his cock-flesh. It hardened further in her caressing fingers, under her tongue. Sarah lowered her mouth fully onto it and pressed her face against him as she fondly sucked. Her head lifted and her cheeks hollowed out with lewd suction. Reaching the glans she dropped her ovalled lips quickly to the bottom of his growing shaft and applied another long slow pulling motion, this time washing her head from side to side. Her body arched and squirmed with her own rising pleasure. The flames behind Sarah warmed her ass cheeks, thighs, and now the dangling folds of her pussy. On the inside, they were a lot warmer.
Rick's cock lifted and hardened to a virile size in Sarah's eagerly sucking mouth. She . pushed down on his hips to keep him in one place, to agonize him with confinement. His flesh was further ahead than the rest of Rick -- his human desire was still buried down deep somewhere and the hardness around it was not easily eroded away.
But progress was being made. Rick's open hands went through her soft hair and over Sarah's shoulders, under to her tumid breasts, over to her long back. There was more than mere curiousity in his touch now. Sarah could pick up the first traces of his wanting to find her soft places, where he would be able to stroke and please her, if the spirit moved him.
She decided to give his large, sensitive hands freer access to her body and lifted her mouth from his fully erect penis. Engaging him in bold eye contact Sarah lifted stretchingly, swung his legs back together and sank her knees into the couch seat on either side of his upper thighs. She sat her full, fleshy ass just above his knees and, with tits thrust provocatively out, closed a hand gently about his upright prick, her palm on the smooth underside. She slid her dainty, long grasp up and down his excited meat and smiled with accomplishment. Suddenly there didn't seem to be much farther for her to go. His left hand was cuddling her swollen twat folds considerately.
"Mmmmmmmm," she purred shamelessly. "Nice touch."
"You too. Effective." He slid his free hand up to romp over her titties.
Sarah used her other hand to tickle and cuddle his plump nuts. She leaned in and kissed him, softly at the outset, then all of a sudden hard and hungry, with lurid dives of her probe. She left him a mite flabbergasted afterward. For a second.
"Try that again," he challenged, and she leaned forward. Ready this time, Rick gave Sarah a taste of her own dazzling medicine and his broad tongue sent sensual shakes to her core. The brisk, knowing massaging he was giving her foreflesh was steaming up her insides with itchy need. Sarah moaned with her first full-fledged wash of desire.
Her long fingers digging into his shoulders, she straightened and lifted, walking her knees forward. Body directly over his smooth-headed pecker, she lowered. His hot bulb was taken into her gaping slit, held open by two of his fingers as he nuzzled her breasts. Sarah sank in one easy motion and took the fat cock up into her needy body. Her snug lining hugged gladly to him and tingles of anticipation flurried along her slightly curved spine.
"It's been a long time," Rick murmured into her tits as his hands moved around to squeeze her lush ass. Sarah ran her fingers through his hair and hugged him gently to her. Something had happened once to shut him off from the sexual world, but now those iron walls were just melting away. She could feel it happening.
She was thrilled to be a part of it. Not just because success would probably mean winning him, either. She cared about Rick Walden, and wanted in her heart to make him happy. That was so much better than wanting to do it in return for certain favors that would make life easier for her, like it was all part of some kind of business arrangement. A personal connection was being formed between them, and that was going to make the whole "deal" sort of special. Hell, it had already. Sarah's only worry now was whether it would make her fall in love with the guy eventually. God, that would just ruin everything.
Pressing her nyloned shanks in snugly to the sides of Rick's hips and thighs, Sarah lifted her body. Her twat sucked immediately inward, anxious not to lose contact with the wonderful fullness of Rick's dong. Her labia puckered around the knobby head, then were pushed inward as Sarah started her downward slide. Her woman-walls, secure in the knowledge they weren't going to lose anything, hung on tight to enjoy the ride.
"My God, Sarah, that's beautiful," Rick breathed. He sucked a stiff tit-peak into his mouth and licked it heavily.
"Gorgeous prick," she murmured in reply, shuddering from his thrilling grasp of her boob.
"I've never felt anyone like you, I've never been with anyone like you." His hands slipped under to the long backs of her thighs as she rode upward. His mouth became hungry on her pleased breasts, showering them with love bites.
Sarah quickened the pace, both for Rick's benefit and because she couldn't help it. All that stuff about sex not being as important as it had used to be now seemed like so much crap. Few things, if any, could match the pleasure of having a full, hot, hard one inside her, stretching her flesh open on penetration, sucking it shut on retreat. God but she loved to fuck. And when that cock belonged to a man of the special category, well...
Sarah lifted high on his mighty cock and wiggled her ass down fully into his lap. Her charged labia flattened caressingly around the base of his cock and her clit mound felt a neat, sensual shock from the collision. Her lust broke wide open in that moment and she needed to fuck like never before.
Her clingy tissues rode up and down his heating meat time after time, each glorious slide sending flashes of hotter pleasure through her steamy bod. She went out of her mind with excitement until it at last was at its breaking point.
Sarah's climax caused vivid twitches and spasms of her ripe body, contorted her face into a lewd mask of total feminine pleasure. Satisfaction flowed copiously into her pounding core and down through the jerking walls of her twat, out along her tensing shanks. The wind was virtually knocked out of her as she sailed through her fine climax.
She softened, her ass settling high on Rick's cushiony thighs, her body leaning in to lounge along his. Her tits flattened against his hairy chest and she was compelled to push her big, happy boobs at him. Her arms went around his neck and she hugged Rick dearly.
"I don't know what happened," she murmured sleepily. "All of a sudden I just couldn't help myself."
"It was the best thing that could have happened," Rick replied. His big, strong arms went immediately about her body and Sarah got one of the biggest hugs ever. There was so much appreciation and friendly posessiveness and want in it that she gasped with surprise and delight.
Rick twisted and lay Sarah on her back on the couch as he moved onto her, stretching both legs out behind him without losing penis-contact with her pussy. Her eyes fluttered open and she found herself looking up into the eyes of a man who thought she was tremendously exciting, gnawingly desirable, and best of all, who found her to be someone he could openly and freely respond to. She had missed the big moment, but that didn't matter. She had succeeded in drawing Rick out of his shell.
She tenderly touched his cheek and smiled a smile of knowingness, empathy and gladness. "Kiss me, Rick," Sarah said quietly. "I'm hungry for your kisses."
His mouth lowered to hers and he engaged her in a long moment of tongue-play. His hips moved and his cock felt the warmth of her slippery walls. She held him and his arms dug under her body.
"I want to fill you up with all the pleasure you want," he murmured to her sincerely.
"What about you?" she asked. "You deserve some filling-up yourself."
He grinned fondly at her. "Right now, the only pleasure I want is the pleasure of pleasing you. Fair enough?"
She laughed softly. "Whatever turns you on."
He ducked down and kissed her throat. Her head went back and he slithered her tongue over her pulse point, then up to her chin, back down with feather-soft kisses. Her fingers dug into his back.
"I'm going to eat you out, if that's not being too blunt."
"Eat me, Rick. Put your mouth on my cunt and suck me off."
"Nice choice of words," he commented, and shifted back so he could nibble his lips on her breasts. The move pulled his cock from her cunt and it was a considerable loss for Sarah. Her mind went immediately to his tongue and she began to really want it.
Rick sucked the pulpy flesh of Sarah's nipples into his mouth and passed a langorous tongue over them, one at a time, holding the pillowy base of each cone in both hands. He trailed his wide tongue over the billowing, gelatinous masses and between them. His tender love bites completed the treatment, and he began to kiss down her body.
Sarah's deep breaths drew her tummy in deep but didn't detract at all from the pleasure offered by his sensuous mouth. He swirled his wet tip along the rim of her belly button and she giggled. Her legs pressed in against him, communicating the rising need in her twat, but Rick remained patient.
Crouching low on his knees, he pushed her knees outward and blatantly exposed her wet crotch. Sarah tensed her full buttocks and tilted her pelvis upward, feeling her gaping labia and inner sponginess aching for his oral caresses. She fondled her tingling boobs to ease her excitement and to keep her fingers away from her twat. It seemed only right somehow that Rick be the only one to touch her down there for the next few moments.
Shortly he was passing his tantalizing mouth along the smoothness of her inner thighs. His hands trailed freely over her long shanks and frequently squeezed her tensed ass. His face came closer and closer to the juncture of her lower limbs and her anticipation and desire rose in direct proportion.
The moist flat of Rick's probe passed directly over the upper zone of her tumid vulva and Sarah gasped with excitement. "Ohhh, yesss," she whispered, "please, more of that. More of that."
He kindly, playfully obliged. The wet pressure brushed against her twin pubes and just caught the peak of her sweetly-aching girl-cock. Sarah purred with happiness and lifted her cunt as she sensed another lick coming. She met it head-on and got a real jolt of, sensation as his tongue pushed her clit-head back. Her fingers dug deep into the packed flesh of her tits.
Rick's tongue reached into the tasty heat of Sarah's cunt and stretched her walls with its strong swirls. He dug in deep and scooped out a large void of need. Stabbing and slithering inward he opened it up wider and wider, making her tissues cry for relief.
Her ass bunched tightly and she bounded up at the furiously attacking mouth. She tried to squeeze her pussy in around the diving tongue but could not. She pushed her clit zone at the firm pressure of his upper lips but somehow could never hit it just right.
'Rick licked her twat thoroughly, sending her into a deeper tangle of lust. His sucking actions pulled more and more need from her system and bunched it all up in her loins. He had his way with her, pulling all her strings.
And then, when he knew she could stand it no more and that there was nothing more in her to find, Rick lifted his oral attention to her inflamed clit zone and licked like crazy. It was like lighting her fuse, a fast burning and short one that went from clitoris, along the top of her vagina to some secret place in her deeps. She felt the sweet heat of the fire whipping through her privates and setting off her full charges.
Explosion after explosion ripped through Sarah's buxom body, shaking loose the walls of her achy emptiness and bringing it crashing inward, sending her furious need gushing out through her quaking flesh-vent. Explosions pounded her need out of existence, pounded her senseless, left her a long contoured mass of quivering, shivering warmth and satisfaction.
Her nerve-endings gradually settled back into contact with each other and her system began to flow with life again. She came back from her oblivion and found Rick kissing his way up her spent body. She tried to speak, couldn't, tried again.
"I'm full," she said thickly. "I'm full to running over."
"I know. I tasted it." His hands smoothed the outsides of her thighs as he kissed her damp belly.
"Put your cock into me and we'll fuck. You'll get what's coming to you."
"Just to come inside your sensational body, that's all I want now, all I need."
Her fingers went into his short-cropped hair and she pulled his hunky body up onto her own. His hard-angled prick speared straight into her poised, waiting cunt and her natural tightness hugged him in welcome. She threw her legs up behind him and had him bask his cock in the heat of her incredible softness. They kissed raunchily.
Before long the will and the strength were in Sarah to engage in proper fucking, and she squirmed her hips, loosened the pull of her legs. His ass hoisted into the air and shoved wantingly downward. His cock went up, up, up into Sarah's bod. Her hips sent her cooze forward to meet his glide and their contact was powerfully intimate.
They drove lustily at one another in the light of the fire like a couple of primitives who had just been blessed with mutual and sexual awareness. Quietly grunting, groaning, gasping, it was unrestrained fucking, seemingly new and definitely wonderful. It went on and on and on ... Sarah didn't have room in her for another climax, but it was still great fun to be helping Rick toward his. There was a chemistry between them that made them want to please one another -- not love, but something else. Hard to describe. A combination of respect, liking, shared sexual outlooks and wants... It was a great big wonderful compatability, that's what it was.
Suddenly Rick groaned deeply and thrust his prick hard into Sarah's tight grab. He was coming, and Sarah lurched her hips at his labored, dying thrusts, holding her twat even tighter around his jerking, ejaculating penis. His hot seed flooded in vivid, thick jets into her welcoming hole and began to rise between his dick and her snug woman-walls. He hauled himself and shoved in a final time and she felt his jizm begin to leak down into the crack of her upturned ass. A wave of sympathy tingles went through her then, as he sagged on top of her body. She hugged him close with arms and legs. He sighed heavily, his hands gently holding her shoulders, his face beside hers.
There were no words to say, just the lying close together and sharing in the full satisfaction. It lasted for a long time.
After that night the remote quality about Rick left him and he became an even warmer, more ingratiating person. Not only that, he opened himself up further to Sarah and she could tell that he was getting a long-run idea or two.
The only things Sarah needed now were a little more time and her daughter's approval of Rick. Due to one thing or another, the two of them had not met even three weeks after that party at Gwen's which had started it all.
Finally, on a Sunday morning, Sarah managed to arrange for daughter and prospective husband to be at the same place at the same time -- her house, for a few minutes before Peg had to leave on a date. Sarah left them together in the living room while she went upstairs to change into her tennis outfit and get ready for her day with Rick and some friends of his.
Sarah's daughter resembled her in many ways, the most noticeable being the physical one. Except for blonde hair, blue eyes and a more youthful, exuberant appearance, the two could have been carbon copies. Peg was a little less demure than Mom, with a penchant for tight clothes and more public displays of her uninhibited personality, and behavior. What most people didn't know about was the maturity beyond her years she possessed and, for personal reasons, liked to keep hidden. Behind innocent open eyes lay knowingness, perception, and smarts.
So when she shook hands with Rick and looked into his eyes and a strange feeling went through her, Peg suspected that her approval might not be as easy to give as Mom expected it to be. She found something evasive about the guy, an uncomfortability that she didn't think should have been there. She knew well that it wasn't just her imagination. Rick Walden was not the man Mom thought he was.
CHAPTER FOUR
Something had gone terribly wrong.
With the best of her ability, Sarah could trace it back to that day when Rick and Peg had been introduced. He had been noticeably distracted almost from the time they'd left the house together. She'd told herself that he was just worried about work or something like that and it would pass. It didn't.
The reserve, the retreated personality came drifting back to its former state over the next few days. She could see him trying to fight it, and she saw him fall.
"What's wrong?" she asked him quietly one evening after a movie. She didn't have to say more, he knew what she was talking about, didn't try to evade or avoid the issue. He pulled the car in by the curb and parked, looked at her grimly.
"I can't see you any more," he said, clearly hating it, but feeling compelled, bound, to say it.
"Why?" Sarah asked in a choked voice.
He looked away, as if looking for the rest of it. He sighed. "Well, the oldest, worst excuse there is, I guess. Someone else."
"Who?"
"Someone I thought was gone, but wasn't."
Sarah could feel the defeat rise through her system. Her head lolled back as she slumped somewhat in the seat. "My God," she said distantly. "It just won't quit."
"What?"
"My rotten luck."
Rick looked at her. "I'm so sorry," he offered.
Anger came to her, anger at another rejection, anger at her acceptance of it. She stiffened, looked to Rick. "Do you love her?" she demanded.
"Yes."
"Does she love you?"
"Yes"
"Well so do I, Rick," she lied. "And I'm going to fight for you, to get you back."
"My mind is made up, Sarah. Don't torture yourself."
"I feel entitled. To torture someone, at least."
"I know -- believe me, I know."
"How can you do this?" she asked, her voice suddenly soft.
"It sure isn't easy," he stated. "It hurts like a bitch."
"But there you are, doing it."
"... Yes. Hate me if you have to, Sarah, but, it's what I have to do."
His sincerity got to her then. Seeing that it truly was not easy for him, breaking off the relationship, sensing that there were somehow acceptable reasons behind his action, took a lot of the resentment out of Sarah. He seemed to be saying that what he was doing was for the best, for both of them, perhaps especially for her even. And that made it a bit easier to take. To accept.
"What am I going to do, Rick?" she asked him faintly.
"Just... don't let it make you give up. I sense you want something permanent -- go after it, Sarah. Keep going until you've got it."
"Words from the wise."
"Something like that."
Sarah put on a brave smile and that had signalled the end of her time with Rick. A few days later she had accepted the offer of a date from a rather well-off talk-show host and star of local commercials.
Rarely a week passed that didn't have Kurt Farsom making some kind of proposal or advance to Sarah. Knowing him to be rather self-centered and a womanizer without a lot of character, Sarah had fed him a steady diet of negative replies. But with Rick gone and without the patience for waiting on an equal replacement, Sarah had decided to go for second best.
There was hope for Kurt, she'd long suspected. All he needed was a woman who'd stand up to him, show him the error of his ways and that he wouldn't end up very happy if he let them continue running his life the way they were. He was something of a child who needed maturing.
"Come on Sarah," he cajoled in friendly fashion, lifting her chin with a fingertip. They were standing in the middle of his fashionable apartment. Music was on in the background and the lighting was dim, conducive to letting things happen. "What's the real reason for the turn-around? For seeing me?"
"Maybe I'm just a glutton for punishment."
"Oh, Sarah, you disappoint. You don't really believe all that gossip, do your' He was slightly taller than she, dark-eyed, curly brown hair, sleek of build and nicely tanned. His jacket and tie were off.
"So you're not a heartbreaker?"
"Certainly not intentionally." He was pretty darned convincing, but Sarah wasn't fooled.
"I'll bet," she replied.
Kurt appeared to study her, smilingly, for a moment. Then, "Maybe you're one who likes to flirt with heartbreak, for some crazy reason of your own."
Sarah smiled enigmatically. "What's the dif? I'm here, aren't I?" She draped her arms over his shoulders and sort of hung herself from him, looking up brightly.
"I like to know who I'm getting into bed with. I haven't quite figured you out yet."
"Should I leave while you think it over?"
He paused. "I think you would, too."
"Mm."
"You're different, that's who you are," he concluded then. "A bona-fide original."
"Oh I don't know... "
"Sure you do," he countered, and pulled her close with both arms. "You've got yourself figured out and maybe me too."
"Mm."
"Coy little twitch," he said and kissed her. It turned bold in a hurry. Their tongues slid out and coiled with hunger. They explored their new mouths similarly. His cock made its presence felt through their clothes to the mound of her snatch. Sarah warmed with tingles inside -- the one really good thing about Kurt was the strong and good physical response he pulled from her. According to the grapevine, he was good in the sack, too. If nothing else, life with him would be, uh, busy, brimming with the hot stuff.
"Of course, I'll have to prove that you're wrong about me," Kurt told her as he took a feel of her full ass.
"If you wish," she replied and kissed him. Memories and comparisons to Rick came to mind but she willed them aside. He was the past, Kurt was a whole new deal, so act accordingly.
Sarah curved her lower body inward and rubbed her furry mons against the lump of Kurt's dick. She reached into him with her wriggly probe and aroused his passion.
She felt herself being lowered onto the couch on her back, Kurt moving easily onto her. His hand slipped down her flank and to her pelvis as he moved to one side. He caressed her warming cunt through her dress and panties and she rolled a hip toward him, his hand.
Sarah gave in eagerly to the sensations coursing freshly through her body. She closed her eyes and let herself get lost in the thrill of closeness with a sexy man. She wanted to forget everything that had come before Kurt and to try to let tonight be a new beginning for real, instead of just in her mind.
She tuned in fully to the pleasures at hand. Running her hands over firm muscles, a handsome male ass, those stiff curls of his dark hair. Being undressed a little at a time with soft love-bites seeming to rain down onto her skin, making her realize just how parched she was for affection, and then having her undies pulled off and her cunt exposed to the same string-pulling caresses.
Then it was her turn, and she did the undressing, slowly. His attractiveness was revealed by her own hands and soaked up by her eyes and mouth. Pleasure became thrill-time when he was naked and she was naked and they were in each other's arms, hugging, fondling, kissing, his cock getting hard against her bare belly and her cunt beginning to pine for his hard strokes.
The thrills deepened as she found herself on her back again, her legs opening up the entrance to her soft place without an ounce of shame. Kurt slinked up on top of her and glided his shiny red hard-on in. Penetration was deep and hot and his knob nudged up against a portion of her that made Sarah squirm and purr with excitement. Her hands went greedily to his ass and held him there as he started to fuck.
Sarah was thrumming with sheer animal arousal as she began working her hips under Kurt's. She was lost in steamy, good, base fucking like she'd wanted to be and she actually felt happy. None of the chemistry that had been there between her and Rick was evident now, but Kurt was good, very good, at what he was doing and a woman simply had to appreciate it. A couple or three doses of this kind of action every week and Sarah didn't know that she would give Kurt up easily.
Unless... unless Rick were to somehow come back into her life. Perhaps the route he had chosen wouldn't work out, and he'd come back to her.
Or would he? After rejecting her, would he feel at all comfortable about trying to waltz back into her life? Or even being more humble about it? He might fear appearing presumptious or wishy-washy or some other thing that might turn her off.
Suppose she found out Rick was alone again. Would she go to him to try picking up where they left off? Would she be able to? Wouldn't it make her look kind of desperate in his eyes? What other kind of woman chased after the guy who'd dumped her?
One who loved him, perhaps, and maybe she could convince him of that, but would it make a difference? Rick might feel guilty about leaving her for something that didn't work out and deny himself Sarah's company again as punishment...
Agh, what was the use of wondering? He had seemed sure enough about his decision and he was no fool. Rick was gone. Gone, no doubt, for good. Sarah had no real reason to ponder possibilities, bad, good or indifferent.
No, Kurt was her man for the future now. Time to get used to it, once and for all.
"I want to talk to you," Peg Casey informed Trick Walden over the phone.
"About what?" he asked, somewhat defensively.
"You and Mom."
"What is there to say?"
"I want to come over."
"Uh, I don't think -- "
"-- Fine. I'll be there in a matter of minutes."
She put on a snug white jersey and a pair of loose shorts, plus knee-high socks and sneakers. She looked younger than her eighteen years, which was just what she wanted. Peg suspected that she had Rick all figured out, all she needed was a bit of proof.
Arriving at Rick's house in her mother's car, she strolled up to the front door and met Rick there. He didn't appear very glad to see her, but there was more. He was quite self-consciously composed, like a man on his guard, trying to hide something. She had seen him this way before, when they'd first met. Peg stopped in front of him and looked up demurely. "I come in peace," she told him.
His resistance proved short-lived, and he let her in. She ambled pertly into the living room and he followed. She felt his eyes on her as she drank in the masculine feel of the panelled room. Peg faced him.
"Nice."
"But not what you're here for."
"No," Peg admitted. She moved onto the couch and sat with a leg under her. "I came to find out why you gave up my mother."
"I explained that to her," Rick answered. He took a seat on the arm of a chair, well away from Peg. "Didn't she tell you?"
"Something about you and another woman, which I don't believe for a minute."
"Don't you?"
"According to Gwen, who seems to know about these things, you're alone. She can't figure out why you dumped Mom, seemed quite surprised by it, really."
"Gwen doesn't know everything."
"No, but putting what she does know with what I suspect adds up to the same thing -- no `other woman'. At least, not yet."
"You're getting a bit beyond me."
"I remember our first, and last, meeting. Some strange sort of feeling I got... couldn't figure it out at first, but in time I managed." Peg got up from the couch and walked toward Rick. "I figured out what it was about you that hit me so oddly and unexpectedly."
His stoic exterior was becoming somewhat slack. He looked at her almost fearfully as she stopped in front of him.
"My mother's boyfriend," Peg stated quietly, "took one look at me and wanted me more than her." She watched for his reaction, which took a few seconds to arrive.
"Quite an imagination you have."
"You big phony," she purred smilingly. "You don't have to hide it any more."
Rick's face went slack again.
"I think I understand what you did," Peg said, clasping both hands in front of her, "and the why of it. You couldn't see yourself being with her and wanting me, and you couldn't see yourself leaving her and taking up with me, so you simply got rid of both problems by removing yourself from the picture." She witnessed him drop his eyes and it was further proof for her suspiscion. Not all that necessary, as she'd already seen the look of being discovered in his eyes.
"Either I was a hypocrite, or a heel, if that word is still in use," Rick confessed, clearly wanting to unburden himself. "Either I lied to her, or I hurt her. There only seemed to be one way out."
"Do you love her?"
He looked up, searching for the words. "I care for her, I respect her, more than I respect myself I think. But no, I don't see honest to goodness love in there anywhere."
"Do you want her?"
Rick's eyes met Peg's. "You said it yourself, not as much as I want you."
"Just making absolutely sure. How much do you want me?"
His eyebrows pinched inwardly. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, do you want me enough to take Mom back?"
"Now I'm really puzzled."
"I want to make a deal with you, Rick," Peg informed. "You take my mother back, and get me in the bargain."
"What are you talking about?" He apparently didn't want to believe her.
"I'm talking about giving you what you want, Rick," she replied sweetly, fingering the point of his shirt collar. "Giving you your cake and letting you eat it too."
He stood up. "This is insane."
Peg let her open hand fall tenderly to his left breast. "You're judging things a little prematurely, aren't you? I mean, you haven't even sampled your feast yet."
He looked down at her, his flare-up of resolve softening again.
"Have you ever had a girl like me, Rick?" she asked in a low, even voice. "Have you ever known what a girl like me feels like, or tastes like?"
His resistance could almost be seen as it crumbled. It certainly could be felt. Peg slid her other hand up his right flank to his shoulder. She brought her hands to a slow clasp behind his neck and gave him her most open, inviting look.
"You're an awful temptress, aren't you?" he murmured cooly.
"I'd prefer wonderful temptress but, if you say so... "
"You're selling yourself with my taking your mother as the price. You're a whore."
She didn't mind hearing it. He wasn't exactly offended by what she was. He wanted her enough to take her no matter what. it was pretty flattering, she had to admit. And a relief. She just hated the idea of Mom taking up for keeps with that Kurt character.
"I'm your whore," she softly told him, drawing her body closer. "I'm your wicked, naughty steamy little whore."
His face almost broke into a smile. His hands were sorely tempted to reach out and grab her. His cock was swelling in his pants under the gentle, gentle press of her lower tummy.
"Take me," she said to him. "Take me and find out what you'll be giving up, thanks to your awful decency."
At last his arms bent and moved tentatively around her slender waist and back. He pulled her tender but vibrant body to him and, after a brief pause of second-thought, kissed her on her soft lips. His tongue slithered out and explored the wet nooks and crannies of her young mouth. His hands lifted to her sweet, innocent-looking face and held it dearly as he kissed her.
Easing from her after a long moment, Rick caught her hand and led Peg from the room. They reached the top of the stairs and he turned to her for another juicy smooch. Then he took her into his spacious, well-lit bedroom.
He kissed her again and said, "I'll undress you."
"Mm-hmmm," she replied happily and eased back toward the bed as Rick removed his footwear. She sat down and leaned back on her arms, watching him undress. A light flush appeared on her smooth face. Her titties, more clearly defined than ever in her snug jersey, began to feel awfully confined, and it showed in a way. Her pouting nipples pointed toward heaven.
Getting out of his briefs, Rick stood unabashedly and came toward her. His half-awakened cock swung heavily from side to side at eye level. Finding it to be one of the more handsome and somehow manly specimens she'd seen, Peg couldn't help staring.
"Nice to know you really aren't the shy type," Rick remarked. He lifted both of her feet into one hand and loosened her shoelaces.
"I might well say the same to you," Peg answered.
"Actually I was testing you a little. Ordinarily I'm kind of demure." He pulled off shoes and socks as one and let her legs drop.
"My ass you are," Peg replied grinningly. She was turning on to the matter-of-fact manner of his actions. It was as if they were old acquaintances.
"Well, deep down, maybe I am just a dirty old man," Rick admitted, reaching for her shorts. He pulled them from her long, sleek shanks, then came back for her panties. He was slower with them, treating himself to a gradual view of her fluffy mound of light brown hair, then the cute pouch of her nearly bald vulva. Her tiny garment was promptly whisked off and flung aside.
Still leaning back and in her jersey, Peg watched Rick kneel between her casually parted knees. She felt a busy stirring inside as a result of his staring eyes on her attractive cooze. His attitude reached into Peg and made her feel wildly comfortable with him. She began to really look forward to whatever he might have in mind. Having come here expecting to have to bite the bullet a little -- she'd never whored herself before and had figured it couldn't be easy -- Peg was getting a very nice surprise..
Sliding his hands under her lower thighs, Rick Iifted her knees until her heels were on the low bed. Peg thrilled at being so lewdly exposed to this nice man and marvelled at not only how swiftly things were developing, but how pleasureably as well. Sex had never felt so natural to her as it did now. Why was that anyway?
Rick's caressing hands slid along her tapered thighs and around to her bare hips, then up the slope along the topsides to her knees. He gazed in fascination at her tender, open twat-folds, her gleamingly beckoning inner pink, the full white cushions of her ass. "Oh, lovely, lovely," he murmured finally, and leaned in to kiss her high on the slit.
The appreciating tone of his voice was something but the tenderness of the kiss on that so keenly sensitive spot simply shot waves of hot response through Peg. Oh, she did want this wonderful older man between her legs, in her life, doing what he felt like doing to her and with her.
Peg squirmed her ass forward and drew her knees farther up and away from each other. She sank back onto her elbows and tilted her pelvis up, opening her steamy young slit to a lewdly inviting gash. "Do you want to lick it?" she purred.
"And I will," he murmured in reply. He bowed into the V of her parted shanks and touched his tongue tip to the area just above her pink asshole. He licked upward and passed the wide flat of his tongue over her pubes, the hood of her girlcock and into her mons patch.
"Nnnnnnnn," Peg moaned lowly, eyes closing as her head lolled back. She felt him repeat the licking action, a long gentle caressing stroke that sent shivers of excitement up her girl-walls and made her clit tingle hotly.
Again and again Rick gave her the sweet licks, always the same, except that the effect they had went richer each time. Peg moaningly lay down on the expensive bedding and slid her hands up under her jersey. She fondled her aroused titties and began needy lifts of her crotch at his patient mouth.
"You're sweeter than honey and fresher than spring flowers," he murmured to her and she found herself eating it up. Then in the next moment she found him eating her up.
His lips closed in around the tender pout of her foreflesh and his mouth sucked. Need was pulled directly into her loins and his tongue shot straight into the middle of it. His strong probe flicked and pushed and swept her heated longings out of the way, stuffing it off to the side. His mouth pulled on her again with a gnawing sensuality, and once more his tongue went to work making room for more.
Peg whimpered upon realizing that a long road of pulling and stroking lay ahead for her. She pinched her nipples and rolled her breasts in an effort to occupy herself with some kind of satisfaction, but it didn't work out too well. Her lips and face warped with expressions of lust and unanswered desire. Her face was hot, a tender red shade, and her titties ached in her hands. Her hips worked but Rick seemed to know their moves before they happened.
She heard Rick's pleased moans and found a little more comfort in knowing that he was happy. She wasn't sure how he could be that way, what with him doing all the work, but there it was. She had never done much real giving in her experience -- maybe there was something to it. Wisdom beyond her years did not necessarily mean one knew everything.
"Now, my pet," Rick murmured into her cunt after what had felt like ages to her. "Now I'll take all of your delicious lust into my mouth."
"Yes, yes, yes," she whispered frantically. "Oh God, eat it out of me."
She felt a bold lunge of Rick's mouth and it seemed to be coming up inside her. His suction and spearing tongue began the effort of breaking loose the huge, packed-in emptiness of her need.
Trembles washed through Peg after a short moment and they were hot with impending relief. Rick mauled her inner and outer pussy with his mouth and at last did the trick. Her body stiffened and exerted great inward pressure all around her core. She convulsed hotly as her desire collapsed and rushed from her body, although not all at once. She spasmed violently inside at least five more times before the gnawing, hot ache of hunger had been flooded from the stuffed tributaries of her loins.
Her release, magically transformed into sweet wetness, and very deceptively small, was taken thirstily into Rick's mouth. His tongue reached in and scooped out what couldn't make it all the way down her quaking vent and he simply cleaned her out. She was left feeling clean and pure and sweetly-satisfied like never before.
"Ooohhh, Rick," she enthused, stretching both arms over her head, "that was wonderful, beautiful... " Words were so inadequate.
"I'm glad," he said into her lower tummy as he kissed it. His hands came up and his thumbs hooked under the bottom of her jersey. He peeled the garment upward, even with his forehead as he kissed her hot, damp flesh from belly to rib cage, then finally to the undersides, of her tits, the tingling topsides, the slopes up to her shoulders. With her arms raised he slid the jersey right off and settled on top of her young, naked body. His hard cock was snugly between his pelvis and hers, the heat of her foreflesh enveloping his fat nuts. His lips settled claimingly onto hers, and he held her shoulders possessively. Peg wrapped arms and legs around him and squirmed.
"Can we... fuck now?" she asked, not sure where the words or the want had come from.
"You'd like that?"
"I'd love it."
"You think your little pussy can take all of my cock?" he inquired playfully.
"You feel pretty big down there but, hell Rick, so do I."
Obviously delighted by her show of enthusiasm, Rick lifted his ass and dropped his flared glans into line with her slick twat. He pushed and Peg felt her hot tissues stretch open yawningly. His hips moved about as he continued penetrating and his cockhead simply swept her clinging tissues aside. Finally it hit bottom -- real bottom. He filled her twat to the very brim with his man-sized log of meat.
Peg's body wiggled and her loins ground upward at the surrounding base of his dick. He kissed her as he slowly withdrew but his tongue didn't detract her attention from the deep void his cock left inside her. She whimpered needingly and lifted for the fullness of his cock.
Rick held himself up out of her until her body trembled and her ass sank back onto the bed. Only then did he glide his big thing back into her. But he did it slowly, so Peg could have her chance for some fun, and she took it. Her hips slung her hugging twat up around his cock and she welcomed him deep.
Now wise to the dance he was after, Peg happily lowered herself as he lifted. She felt the quick slide of his grating glans ridge along her steaming walls and felt a rich pulling sensation through her body. She eased forward to meet his shove, felt him fill her up, then the ensuing emptiness and the lurid suction. Once more he was bringing her girl-lust out into the open where he could cream it into oblivion, this time with his dick.
Rick picked up the pace and she matched the pumping of his baking penis. She found herself making moves that surprised her and perhaps him too with their exactness and lack of inhibition. Her pelvis went washingly up and down his length, hips simply swinging from side to side as her mid-section began to whip itself up at his crashing hips.
On and on it went until his cock and her pussy were so close to the melting point neither could stand it. Their climaxes pulsed into life and completion surged through their lunging, thrashing bodies. Their copious flow brought obscene sucking sounds from their still-grinding organs. Peg's toes curled in the air over his ass as orgasmic waves rolled and crashed and petered out in her charged system. Her lust went poundingly out of her body as Rick's came flooding in and that brief moment brought them a fierce ecstasy.
The ultimate pleasure passed and their fucking settled down into stillness. Rick lay somewhat lightly on top of her and seemed to soak up the embrace she gave. He kissed her fully on the mouth and when that had played itself out he rolled off to lie on his back. Peg felt herself pulled toward him and she stretched out fully against his side. She lifted a leg and draped it over his mid-section while hugging his arm. They lay quiet for minutes.
"So," he said thoughtfully, "you two are a package deal."
"I wish it didn't have to be, but that's the way it is."
"You really wish that?"
"I do now."
"Tell me something else. What makes you think I can continue with your mother while having an affair with you?"
Peg paused. Then, "I think if you want me bad enough, you'll find a way. My wanting her to have what she wants bad enough showed me a way of getting it for her."
"Yours is an act of generosity. With me, it would be greed."
"What's worse? A little greed, or a lot of loneliness?"
CHAPTER FIVE
Peg left Rick that night to think things over, but she suspected it wouldn't be long before he came calling. In the first place he was nuts about her, and he did get along very well with Sarah, so there were precious few drawbacks there. In the second place an affair with Peg on the side was something that could be gotten away with, perhaps even easier than a fling with another woman. Sarah wasn't going to jump on Rick if she suspected him of getting a little extra. Hell, she might even expect it of him after a while. And she'd never suspect her daughter of being his playmate. As for Rick's conscience, well, his desire, Peg's willingness and the over-all belief that what Sarah didn't know wouldn't hurt her would be pretty effective medicine against that.
Sure enough, a few days later Rick was on the phone, telling Sarah in the most humble but certain terms what a fool he had been, and that he wanted her back, if she'd have him.
"Are you serious?" she asked, although she couldn't think of any reason why he wouldn't be.
"There wasn't any other woman," he informed her quietly. "I just told you that because... because the truth was embarrassing to me."
"What was the truth, Rick?"
"That I was afraid of falling in love again and winding up in wreckage, like the last time."
"I see."
"But I've come to realize that, if I don't take a chance, I'll wind up empty and alone and miserable, kicking myself for my dumb cowardice, so... "
"So you're throwing caution to the wind."
"I don't know where it will all lead, but I want to find out... "
"... I do too, Rick."
"Oh Sarah. I'm so glad."
"When can I see you?"
* * *
Rick gave her one of the more affectionate greetings she had ever received upon welcoming her back into his home that after noon. "Great to have you back," he breathed, holding her close.
"Great to be back."
"I can hardly believe it's happening. I felt awfully unworthy of you before I called, lying like I did, just dropping you, acting like a timid schoolkid."
"I understand, Rick. You were hurt, and you didn't want to be hurt again."
"Yeah, but you've been hurt too and it hasn't scared you off. That's what really makes me feel unworthy."
"Oh Rick, let's just put it behind us." She hugged him to her and he pulled her closer.
"The funny thing about this right now is us acting like we're in love," he said presently. "Do you think that's because we really are?"
"I'm not sure. All I know is it's a good and special feeling... if not love, then the next best thing."
"Yes, that's it. The next best thing."
"I want to make it with you," she told him, her lips right against his ear. Now."
"I want to be inside you," he replied. His hand touched the side of her face and brought their lips together for the first time in much too long. Sarah reciprocated hotly and prodded his tongue with her own. She felt the hint of an erection in his pants and a fluttery warmth in her loins.
"I think we're going to be able to work something out," Sarah told him. Rick bent to kiss her neck and his hands went down her back, opened her skirt. She was already peeling his jersey up his body and promptly tossed it off.
Hungry to kiss this body she had missed so much, despite all the time she had spent with Kurt, Sarah smacked her way down over his broad torso. Pulling his pants open, she hurriedly exposed his nether region and glided her ovalled lips up the soft meat of his cock. Her hands worked distractedly down below, helping him step out of his clothes, then breezed up to his ass when he was naked.
She sucked and licked his hardening penis and fondled his ass and balls while Rick bent over. He managed to open her blouse and peel it from her body without causing much interference and took her full breasts in his hands.
When Rick was burning hard Sarah straightened his body and kissed her way back up his body. She stopped to remove her panties and swept him into a full embrace with her shoes still on. Her kiss was hot and needy. His cock pulsed with life between their bodies.
"You do feel good naked," Sarah murmured, running her hands over his back, pressing her big tits into his chest. He groped her broad ass.
"You've never felt better against my cock."
"I want it in me. Is the bed ready? I want us to do our reunion bit right."
"Sure," he grinned and, with an arm around her slender waist, he escorted her up to the elegant bedroom. His cock stuck out obscenely in front of him and Sarah just had to hold it in her hand. She stroked gently as they walked. At the foot of the bed they kissed, then her hands went to his shoulders.
"You lie on your back," she said in a thick, soft voice. "I want to give you a little treat."
"Feels like I should be the one treating you," he murmured.
"Later," Sarah smiled, and guided him into position on the bed. She moved onto it astride his knees, crouchingly. She slid both hands up his meaty thighs to the base of his fat cock. Holding it, she lowered and gave the sensitive underside kisses from bottom to top. "It's a big beautiful cock and I missed it," she said, roving the soft fingers of one hand over the lightly jerking organ.
"It missed you," Rick confided. He was propped up on both elbows and fully involved with the here and now.
Sarah cuddled and stroked his cock and balls a while longer until his loins were mad with lust. She slowly moved then up his legs and straddled his hips. With one hand she widely opened her swollen pubes and elevated the head of Rick's cock with the other.
She took him up into her body in one smooth motion and squirmed in instant delight. She felt the final proof that the chemistry between them was still the same, that things could only get better. Her fingers slid up and clutched Rick's shoulders. She bent low and kissed him as he lay back on a pillow and her tits settled plumply on his chest. Her cunt gave an affectionate squeeze. She sucked fondly on his tongue.
"Aahhhhhh,"she sighed. "Together again."
He rubbed the crescents of her ass. "Yeah" Her head lolled to one side as she kissed his neck. Her hips started into an easy grinding motion over Rick's fiery loins and the snug clamp of her twat was gliding gently over the length of his hard-on. Presently her body lifted and her tits cleared his chest.
Rick cradled the hanging, packed flesh in his hands and caressed them as she continually built his orgasm, stroke by caring stroke. She tucked her folded shanks in close by his sides and further straightened her body over him. Her pace accelerated and she was banging her deeps at him, the sheath of her woman walls clinging tightly to his erect meat. The exciting friction was working its effect on them both at the same time, and soon had Rick joining in on the action.
Body erect, shoulders squared, bobbling tits reaching out, Sarah panted with lust as she fucked her man. She reached behind and down between his heavy thighs, cuddled his balls. An idea came to her and sent a finger lower into the damp heat of his juncture. She slowed her rhythm to slow his, then located the ring of his hot asshole.
"Hmmmmm, needs a little wetness," she decided, and lifted off Rick's penis. She wiped pre-cum juice from his knob and spread it over the right finger. She took his cock back inside her, found his anal ring and shot her wicked digit all the way in.
Rick had been mentally preparing himself for that moment, but he yelped nevertheless. "Oh Gawd," he groaned as she started frigging his butt. "You can't do that. It's killing me."
Sarah lifted and fell on his working body like a slow-motion bronc-buster and gleefully ignored his protests. And she was well on her way to making him grateful for it, too.
* * *
Peg, alone in her home that afternoon, felt good. Real good. Not only was Mom back with Rick, no doubt making up for lost time, but she had found herself a suave older gent for a lover. Her one go-round with him had opened her eyes to a few things that would be bound to make her a much better playmate for him, or for anyone, really. And there just had to be more secrets waiting for her to be shown and made wise to. So she was happy, Mom was happy, and Rick was happy. Wild.
Her quiet revelry was interrupted before long, however. The doorbell rang and finding Kurt standing there with something of a disgruntled look on his face provided a surprise, along with the interruption.
"Hello kid," he said with his usual arrogance. "Your mother home?"
Peg grinned. Never having liked Kurt, she rather enjoyed telling him, "No. She's gone out -- with the guy you lost her to."
Kurt smirked. "I ain't lost nothing, kid."
"Face it Kurt. Like she told you on the phone before when she called to cancel your date, and the affair. It's over."
Kurt looked at her with droopy eyes. "You've got an unpleasant, smug way about you, you know that? And you're a bit sassy for your age."
She made no reply, unless one wanted to consider the look of haughty indifference that came over her.
"Well, tell your Mommy that the matter isn't settled. I'll be in touch." He started to turn away but Peg stopped him.
"Don't you get it?" she demanded. "You're through with Mom."
"Maybe, when I say so."
"Damn it, you stay away from her."
He appeared amused. "Yeah? You gonna make me?"
She stiffened slightly, her mind racing to a conclusion. "Yeah," she said as the idea sank in. "I am."
Kurt's eyebrows lifted skeptically. "You don't say. And just how will you do that?"
Peg softened, putting on something of an` inviting look. "Suppose you had the satisfaction of making it with the daughter of the woman who jilted you. Would that be enough to make you forget about her?"
His brow lowered as he pondered her sincerity. It didn't take long for him to figure out she meant what she was saying. His eyes flicked over her bod, clothed in loose tank-top and snug shorts.
"Why don't you come on in, where we can discuss it further?" she asked, her expression more alluring thn ever. Warm, soft, sincere about her promises, she was hard to resist. She watched with rising hope as Kurt took a step toward her.
"On the level?" he asked, retaining his cool. "A trade-off? You for her?"
"Me for her."
"Once?"
"Once should be enough. But we'll see." He grinned. "Outlandish."
Peg stepped smilingly to one side and after a brief hesitation, Kurt stepped in. He turned to her as she shut the door and grinned devilishly. Peg met his gaze straight on and held it as she ambled past him. Shoulders pulled back, her tits lifted poutingly under her loose top.
"We have the whole place to ourselves for the next couple of hours," she informed him. "So pick a place and let's get comfortable."
"I'm partial to living rooms," he stated, following Peg into hers. "They're so much less confining," Peg stopped in the middle of the tastefully decorated and furnished surroundings and Kurt ambled up in front of her. He wasn't such a bad looker, she thought, and probably knew how to use that hunky bod of his. It was just his character, or lack thereof, that turned her off. She turned her thoughts to the good that her deed was going to accomplish for herself, Mom and to a lesser extent Rick, and that gave Peg what she needed in order to proceed with some semblance of enthusiasm.
Slightly pursing his lips, Kurt ran a more deliberate gaze over her and he seemed to like what he saw. "You look woman enough for. the job," he remarked.
"Take a better look," she said lowly, and gently lifted off her tank top. She held her chin up, looking at him with a trace of pride, and something of daring. Kurt lifted a hand to her right boob and cupped the lush swell of the outer and under curves. He then covered the dusky peak and she pushed her packed flesh at his palm, her own hands busy loosening her shorts.
He watched her step out of them, peel off her undies and flick away her sandals. She struck a hands-on-hips pose and leaned her pelvis toward him.
Kurt reached over and fit his hand on her mons and crotch, rubbing knowingly. She gave her pussy a little shove at his fingers.
"Sassy little twitch," he remarked approvingly into her glinting gaze.
Peg lifted her fingertips along the underside of his lapels, then took hold and opened his sport coat. "Join the party," she murmured simply, and proceeded to help Kurt get out of his clothes. The more she saw of his cared-for body the more she had to admit to feeling something for him. A physical attraction, of course, no more than that. But right now, it was enough. She looked at his heavily bobbing cock and fit a steadying hand around the outer end, slid her curled fist in to the broad base. "I want to suck it," she said thickly.
"I don't mind," he grinned. He seemed to like the way she was turning on to him, in spite of the dislike she had for him.
Shamelessly Peg got down on her knees and reached for Kurt's prick with her mouth. Her puckered lips took the glans in to the ridge and she paused to softly lick his smooth, purple knob. She cuddled his balls and sneaked her other hand around to brush it with feather softness over his inner buttocks.
Eyes closed, her mind clearly concentrating and beginning to enjoy, Peg drew in another inch of his hot pecker. Once accustomed to it she gulped in another thick section, and then one more. His pointy glans lodged in the top of her throat and her mouth felt stuffed with tasty, muscular meat. She sucked down firmly to feel every vein and fiber of his dong and she moaned lewdly.
She lifted her pouty tits against Kurt's thighs and bobbed her head back, passing her tongue wildly over his hot dick. She sucked in the major part of his cock and stuck her probe way out, stabbing it softly at his balls as she lifted them with her hand. She felt a tremble cascade down his body and legs and began sucking with uninhibited vigor.
Back in the early days when she'd been afraid of fucking, Ped had grown fairly adept at handling her guys with oral play. More recently, having overcome her fears, she had drifted away from that and gone with the 'real thing' as far as pleasure was concerned. But she had not lost her touch for the sucking side -- in fact, she was finding it a little more enjoyable than she'd remembered it being. She had underestimated the giving of pleasure as a source of pleasure.
Gripping a manly ass cheek in each hand she pumped her mouth excitedly on the passionate erection. Her tongue scrubbed and grated the sensitive underside as her teeth scraped delicately along the topsides and her lips washed to and fro. Her knowing suction pulled and cajoled and teased his desire to the fore and she could feel the cooked tingles teeming inside his length.
Kurt's trembles grew more frequent and his hands were stiff as he ran them across her cheeks, through her soft, wavy hair. She could hear his uneven, deep breathing and low murmurs of his lust above her. She plummeted her mouth down on his cock and finished him off.
His gush of release came into her mouth thick and sweet and she gulped it into her body. His hips jerked toward her as his cock jerked and the lush outpouring of his hot seed continued, flooding her mouth. She took it all with loving abandon, to the point that it surprised her. He was more of a turn-on than she'd given him credit for.
She sucked him into limpness and eased back from the soft cock. He murmured some sort of compliment to her and Peg grinned. It had been a job, and a pleasure, well done. So far. It was not yet over.
Peg stood, sliding her full breasts up Kurt's body and pressing them in almost flat as she wired her arms behind his neck. She kissed him and he reciprocated, and more.
"Mmmmm," she purred, "still plenty of life in the guy yet."
"You're good, kid, but it'll take more than one go-round to put me under."
She moved her cunt-bush against his dangling cock. Damned if he wasn't a little bit bigger down there already. "Need any help? Or do you revive yourself?"
"I'm a self-starter, baby. Like you." He sliced a hand between their lower bodies and fit it on her cunny. There was tumid softness and sticky moisture waiting for him.
Peg moved her hips and rubbed against his hand. "You've sure found me out," she admitted.
"But you need somebody else to make you really go."
"Doesn't everybody."
"I suppose so," came the answer. Kurt moved from Peg then, but caught her hand and pulled her lovely fanny onto his lap as he sat on the couch. He had her relax back against the stuffed arm and unfolded her legs across the seat. He carefully parted her knees widely, elevated slightly. His smooth hand fondled its way up her inner thigh and returned to her cooking crotch.
Peg squirmed her middle back into the supporting arm and took hold of her boobies. Her knees lifted higher and her ass settled more snugly into the crevice between his close-set thighs. Now he was going to have his way with her for real.
Kurt curved the middle finger of his left hand and inserted it into Peg's slick lining. Her walls clamped inward instinctively and bathed it with juices. His finger withdrew and a tiny void was left in its wake.
"Ooooooooo," Peg cooed lowly. "Just like the real thing." She squeezed her boobs under Kurt's watchful stare.
"Don't you believe it for a second, honey."
"A girl can dream, can't she?"
He casually reinserted his long, slender finger and grinned as a tide of excitement made her body undulate slowly. Her hands slipped to the undersides of her firm tits and he bent to kiss the one farthest from his lips. He sensuously drew the pulpy nipple into his mouth where it hardened obscenely. She twisted to make its mate more accessible and Kurt pulled on that one too. His hand moved steadily to and from her steamy crotch.
Leaving her tit firmly connected to Kurt's caressing mouth, Peg lowered her hand to his slowly swelling cock and began manipulating it to hardness. She gave tender squeezes to the dry sponginess of it and tickled her fingertips on his balls, conveniently pushed up by his closed thighs. Enough rigidity came into his length to allow up and down jerking off motions and she adapted.
Peg supposed his cock would have hardened just as fast on its own but it was nice to feel involved in the action as an active participant. The expertise of Kurt's touches made it impossible for her to just lie back and be had. She was hot. Horny for cock. Had to feel close to it somehow.
"Eager bunny, aren't you?" Kurt commented, taking it as a compliment to his skill even though she suspected he knew it wasn't entirely the result of his doing.
"Aren't you?" she asked with a blushing face.
"Sure kid," he replied, slowing his finger-slides, "I'm hot for you."
"Hot and hard," she said, sliding her open hand consideringly up and down his erect length. "You gonna put it in me now?"
"Maybe," he teased. "Where do you want it? Tell me."
She grinned, wise to his wants. "In my pussy." She let the girlish quality into her voice.
"Your pussy? Where's that?"
She giggled, playing along happily. "Where you've got your finger." Then, just to make sure, she drew her leg way back and placed her calf on the top of the couch behind his shoulders. His finger slipped out in the process and her reddened cunt stared up at him with virginal sweetness. Peg opened her vulva wide with two fingers to show him the entrance to a deep tunnel. "In there," she chirped warmly.
"Gee, I look kind of big for you... " he said in an uncertain tone.
"Oh golly, don't think that," Peg told him in a hurry. She sat up in his lap, bringing her leg down so she could perch astride of his meaty legs. "I'm only small so you can have a nice fit. Wanna see?"
"You bet," he replied, and slid forward. She lifted and his cock went under her body to stand upright between her widely parted thighs.
Peg lowered and caught his fiery tip in her steaming slit. Gripping Kurt by the shoulders, she wiggled her ass and pushed it down as though she had to work her lining open for his size. He wanted a show of effort and she gave it with dainty grunts and gasps, bold little lunges downward with her hips and body, just cramming his meat into her amazingly snug grasp, all the way. "There," she said as her labia settled on his surrounding area.
Kurt laughed with wicked delight. "That's impressive, all right. Why don't you try a little fucking?"
"Sure," she breathed gladly, and began riding his prick with a girl's untamed eagerness. Her tits bobbled about before her eyes and her body twisted in an erotic dance as she rode his tingling hard-on. Usually she wasn't one for game-playing or pretending, but this was all in a good cause and yes, kind of fun.
Kurt's hands went to her hips and slowed Peg to a stop. "That's wonderful, but not quite what I want. Do you know any other ways?"
"I could lie on my back with you on top," she offered.
"Let's give that a try." Kurt sent both arms around her as he sat up and eased forward off the couch onto his knees. She held on as he used one arm to support their weight and lowered Peg onto her back on the plush carpet. On knees and elbows and body lightly touching hers, Kurt began to fuck. Her lower legs dug in behind him and she joined in.
"How's that?" Peg asked, showing her own liking for the new position, "Fun, huh?"
"Mmmm," Kurt replied thoughtfully. "Maybe we could come back to it ..."
"Yeah, a bit old-fashioned. How about if I get on my hands and knees and you give it to me from behind?"
"The idea has merit," Kurt told her and promptly withdrew his fuck-stick, sitting back on his heels.
A void was left inside Peg that left her breathless for a second, but then she found the energy to roll over, lift onto her knees, then her hands. For the first time it was a drag, playing along with him, but thinking of being taken at this juicy angle banished all notions of rebellion. The "cause" had been pretty much forgotten.
Peg reached back between her thighs and stretched her foreflesh open, lowering onto an elbow to offer a more complete view of her shoved out cunt. "There," she breathed. "I think you'll especially like this one."
Her body trembled hotly as Kurt took hold of her hips. His wet glans entered her outer portions and shoved her membranes to a wide but tightly hugging ring. He shoved and came up into her swiftly and smoothly, stuffing her with charged meat. Peg groaned deeply and she enclosed his nuts in a greedy hand.
"Yeaahh, that's good," Kurt breathed. He slid his hands up her arched back and lurched his cock in and out.
Peg's breath caught inside her body and before she knew it a climax was tearing through her. Kurt horsed his prick in and out and sent her all the way into her wildest pleasure. The lurid clamping and spasming of her cunt lasted for ages, pulsing hot waves of delight along the open voids of her system.
She shuddered fully and floated into her quaking aftermath. Kurt silently continued gliding his cock along in its hungry fuck-strokes and reached under to cradle her hanging tits. He mauled her gelatinous mounds with a terrible knowingness and with his equally wise cock drew further excitement into being.
Peg shifted back and pressed her sweet ass against his hips. She gave him a backwards shove and rocked forward, his cockhead slipping to her very entrance. She reeled back as he pushed and was filled to the brim with excited penis. Her butt made a light slapping sound upon its collision with Kurt.
There wasn't any more playing to do now. Down to the serious part, Kurt wordlessly pounded his famished prick into Peg's deeps in want of climax and she helped him toward it. But he was not only thinking of himself. No, Kurt was paying attention to Peg as well. He could have just fucked her and taken his own pleasure, but that was not enough. She had climaxed once, but he wanted to make it happen again. Not only would he fuck the daughter of the woman who jilted him, he would make the kid go out of her mind enjoying it, too.
Peg didn't mind a whole lot. That fine prick filling up and emptying out her pussy, stirring her to a frothy boil, was too good to take lightly and too effective to allow fakery on her part -- in short, he was a good fuck, a great fuck, and those could be hard to find. If he wanted to make her come she wasn't going to argue or protest. His motivations didn't concern her a bit.
On top of that, letting him do what he pleased was going to remove a potential complication from her mother's life -- yes, Peg had remembered the "cause" again -- and to do that Peg would have gone to much greater lengths. Would have let him go much further as well. What she was getting here was the easy way out.
The wordlessness continued with the fucking. Breaths came heavily and with effort. Barely audible gasps and groans escaped their lurching bodies as lust grew and grew.
"Uunnhh," Peg gasped as her loins began to melt with fire. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," she implored in her strained voice.
"Move that beautiful pussy on me," he breathed, lowering onto all fours over her slender body like some kind of jungle animal.
Peg arched her back further to get a better angle of penetration for them both and held onto Kurt's wrists to give her extra push-back leverage. The upper part of his glans-ridge grated fiercely against what was usually the part of her tunnel that wasn't touched by any kind of ridge at all. The newness and the speed of the pressure caused an incredible line of heat along her woman-wall. She wondered through a hazy mind if because it was farthest away from her clit that her climax was taking so long to arrive.
But when completion finally did surge through her, nothing was missing. In fact, there might even have been a new richness in the charging bolts of hot sensation, a deeper intensity to the wild pulsings of her womb and the swift, hard spasms of her vagina. She felt a sweet outpouring of release along her dancing walls, followed in a hurry by the flood of Kurt's flooding seed. Then the desire was gone, all of it, and aftermath was softening their organs, their bodies, cooling their systems to a contented warmth. Peg slipped down onto the carpet and stretched out on it as Kurt rolled off onto his back next to her.
"Jesus," he breathed.
"Satisfied?" she asked with sleepy, happy interest.
"Blown away."
"Then I take it we're through with one another. And you're through with Mom."
"Yeah kid, sure. We're through."
Peg smiled inwardly, then decided to soothe whatever hurt feelings her bluntness might have caused. "I'll clean off your dick."
CHAPTER SIX
One month had passed.
Sarah came half-awake and found herself stretched out on one side under the sheet. Naked, the front of her body touched Rick's almost from head to foot. The warmth of him penetrated her sleep-fogged mind and body and cascaded down provocatively over her libido. Sarah squirmed, eyes remaining shut, and she discovered an unusually damp heat against her belly. Her hand went caressingly to the hard cock and plump balls.
Her knee moved slowly up the outer side of Rick's thigh and over his hip. She shifted her stretching body upward on the bed, tucked her mid-section in against Rick's and lowered as gently onto the length of his cock as the daylight that was filtering into the room. Her cunt yawned wide open and held that way around the filling heat of cock.
A quarter of last night's darkness was still in the air as Rick's eyelids drowsed open. Finding himself in the situation Sarah had provided and looking into her playful, moist eyes, he laughed lowly in delight. "We've got to keep meeting like this," he murmured to her. He slid a heavy arm around her.
"There's a thought," Sarah replied, and moved once on his engorged penis. She flexed a leg and hugged their loins together.
"You really think we could make it, married?" he asked. They had discussed the subject somewhat the night before.
"We both want it, maybe even need it. We get along, we like each other, we respect each other... What more do you want?"
"Love?"
She touched his cheek. "That will probably come in time... In the meanwhile, we won't need it. I'm ready to take care of you, be your wife, devote myself to us... That's a good enough start, isn't it?"
"Why the impatience?" he asked, mostly curious.
She sighed quietly. "I'm just sick and tired of going out into the world day after day and winning my own way, then not having anyone to come home to, which is worse. I wasn't cut out to be independent or alone, and I've been both for too damn long."
"An old-fashioned girl."
She rolled her hips and gave him a salacious caress. "For the most part," she replied, and giggled. Rick chuckled.
"Well," he said presently, "I suppose taking on you as a wife wouldn't cramp my style or anything like that... "
"Might even make you feel better, having someone at home, tending to you, giving comfort, all those wifely things."
"Would you expect husbandly things from me?"
"Just keep on respecting me and we'll get along fine, stud."
"I think I can do a little better than that. Like keeping on liking you, for instance."
"Is it a deal then?"
"Deal," he repeated thoughtfully. "Appropriate terms."
"A deal between friends," she said to that, "We don't want it to sound too cold-blooded."
"Fair enough... If it was up to me, I'd give you a yes."
"Oh yeah," she remembered. "You'd like to have your son's approval of me."
"I don't want he and Ito become any more alienated than we already are."
"You suspect he might not approve of me? Is that why you want us to meet -- to make sure?"
"He's hard to figure sometimes. I think he'd like you, but I've made wrong conclusions before with him."
"Swell," Sarah sighed. Suddenly she squirmed and pressed hard against Rick. She rolled him onto his back and pulled her other knee up past his hip. For a minute she worked on top of him, grinding her swimming body to and fro. Then she slowed to a standstill.
"I suppose I'll have to convince him myself that I'm worthy of you," she remarked quietly. Her eyes once again traced the planes and contours of Rick's face.
"I'll tell him where I stand. After that, it'll be in your hands, sailor."
"What're my chances?"
"Fifty-fifty."
"Jesus. And you'd actually refuse me if he says no way?"
Rick grew very sober indeed. "I don't know."
"Suppose I promised to make it worth your while to take me even without his say-so?"
"Suppose I say I'd make it worth your while if you get his okay?" Rick countered easily.
She chuckled wrily. "Lawyers. You can't argue with them."
He gave a flank of her rump a heavy, tantalizing slap. "No, you can't," he murmured, "so let's just fuck and think happy thoughts"
"You made the promises pal," Sarah informed. "Start living up to them."
"You haven't won the kid over yet," he reminded.
"Hell, that's in the bag. Now fuck me, Rick." Her body wiggled closely on him and her face burrowed into his neck. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me" Rick gave a lunge and in a flash was on top of Sarah. But his hips remained still as he looked down at her. "Did I say I'd make it worth your while in the bedroom?" he asked.
"Details, details," she complained loudly, kiddingly.
He laughed. "Okay. I'll give you a little now because you seem to need it so very much."
"Oh, what kindness."
"But hey, let's try to keep our screwing fun, and not obligation. Okay?"
"Okay Rick. Okay."
* * *
Sarah watched Rick drive off, then turned from the window and looked across the living room at Cal Walden. He was sitting in a leather armchair, gazing unseeingly in front of him, idly drinking from a cup of coffee. He was his usual quiet self.
Peg's age, he had been studying at a private school until a few days ago, when he'd returned home on summer holiday. He was sleek but strong of build, tanned, with soft, short hair and clear blue eyes. Boyishly handsome, but not as pleasant as he could have been as far as Sarah was concerned. He had spent most of his time getting reacquainted with friends over the past few days and while this was her first chance to get to know him better, Sarah believed she pretty much had him figured out.
Sarah ambled toward the couch, trying to come up with something witty to say. All she could manage was cute, so she kept her mouth shut and opted for seeking something on a friendly angle. She sat back at the end of the couch. Feeling him look to her, she met his gaze and decided to let him have the dubious challenge of breaking the ice without falling in.
"So," he remarked in a civil enough tone, "she wants to marry his father."
"To put it concisely."
"Do you mind?"
"Never did go in for much small-talk."
"Why do you want to marry him?" he inquired. The way he looked at her told Sarah that he was familiar with what truth and lies sounded like. And she thought, kids, they grow up so fast these days.
"I want to marry him because it'll do us both a lot of good," she answered simply.
Cal showed small surprise at her statement. "That's funny. I thought you were going to say something about love."
"We have something better than that -- at least, as good. Mutual respect."
"Anything else?"
"All we need in order to get happily by."
"Is that right?"
"That is right."
He regarded her closely. "I hope so, Sarah. I wouldn't want either Dad or myself to wake up one morning to find you have been neglecting to live up to your promises."
"I understand," she answered evenly, although it was not as easy as that. Something about his present manner gave the impression that she'd regret any slip-ups of her own. The kid was menacing in his quiet, almost gentle way.
"I hope you do," Cal responded.
"I'm not out to shaft your father," Sarah assured.
"So you say."
"Do I look shifty to you? Shady?"
"Not exactly," he said thoughtfully. "From what Dad tells me and from what I sense, you seem rather anxious for marriage. Dare I say, desperate even'? Impatient at least, and perhaps too impatient. It could be allowing you to overlook something that could make a big difference later. You'd want out, and Dad will be no better off and perhaps worse off than before he met you."
"No," she assured. "If I give my word, and I will, to stick with him and make him happy, I'll do it. No matter what."
Cal considered her musingly. "You really do want him, then. And you don't love him?"
Sarah smiled wrily. "Look. I'm not over-looking anything. Your father's a great guy, and I'm not going to want out of the marriage. I'll make him happy."
"You say that because you think being his wife will be an easy task. I want some kind of assurance that you won't quit if the going gets rough."
"I see."
"Suppose something happens and you wind up in the poorhouse. Suppose you just get tired of him atthesame time that he chooses to fall in love with you?"
"I'll stick it out."
He laughed in some perplexity. "You're a rock, Sarah. I wonder if it goes all the way through."
"Why don't you find out?"
"How?"
"You want to know how I'll handle rough going. Why don't you just make things difficult for me and see how I manage."
"You've done okay so far."
"Uh-huh. Now why don't you give me a real test." She watched as her suggestion sank in and knew full well that she just might be bringing too much on herself. Sarah had made her offer in the hope that it would be enough to convince him of her sincerity, but that didn't mean things would work out her way.
Cal contemplatively drained his cup and set it on the floor by the chair. He clasped both hands on his stomach as he further considered her proposal and, no doubt, what an appropriate test might be. Presently he looked evenly at her.
"Very well, Sarah. I'll test you."
She looked back at him tentatively. "Yes?"
"You will be my whore for this afternoon," Cal stated.
Sarah swallowed. "Will I?"
"Respect is very important to you, so, I will treat you with virtually none of it. If you can survive that, then I will take it to mean you can, and will, survive whatever hardship might come up in married life."
She drew a breath. "I'll wind up hating you, of course."
"But you'll have what you want, and I'll rest assured that Dad will not face any further heartbreak, which is what I want."
Sarah cleared her throat, staring at him blankly, but thinking, thinking. Was it too high a price to pay, crawling? She had never done it before, and had always looked on the idea as repulsive. At least, she had until now.
It was the reward he dangled before her that challenged her opinion. His approval for her to marry and live with a good and caring man, to enter a life that would offer precious little less than smooth sailing, a modicum of personal fulfillment, a healthy portion of the sexual kind, and best of all, good companionship. And maybe, just maybe, love that didn't hurt... A few hours of crawling for a few decades of comfort and happiness. Yeah, it did make a girl stop and consider.
Cal was waiting for an answer.
Her back stiffening, Sarah made up her mind and gave a silent prayer that he wouldn't be too hard on her. "What do you want me to do for you, Cal?" she asked calmly.
Measuring her seriousness, Cal slid to the edge of his seat and leaned on an arm of the chair. "One thing I'm just nutty about is seeing a woman play with herself."
She felt a vague impulse to get up and simply walk out, but thoughts of her future stopped Sarah. Not only that, they gave her a kind of encouragement to do what he said, be nice about it, and get it over with as soon as possible.
Sarah offered an understanding smile. "Sure Cal. I'd like to show you that." Rather delicately, she raised the hem of her bright dress and held the bunched cloth to her tummy with one hand. The other she moved under her bikini panties and shoved them from her mature hips to her knees. Her miniature bottoms dropped to her ankles and she separated her knees to a wide degree. She brought the free hand to her nicely exposed cunt and began cuddling herself. Wiggling her hips forward slightly, she flicked off sandals and panties and lifted both heels to the edge of the seat. "Is this what you want?" she purred.
Cal smiled. "I under-estimated you," he said and began removing his footwear.
Sarah slid her ass outward and massaged the foreflesh of her twat with an uninhibited smoothness. Something was happening to her that she couldn't help. Excitement was spreading out through her system and it was going much deeper than she thought it should have. She was whoring herself and she was enjoying it. Did she want marriage, or Rick, that much?
Sliding two fingers in and out of her moistening tissues, Sarah watched Cal take his clothes off. She couldn't help but approve of the sleek-muscled look of his body. How it contrasted with the thick, heavy appearance his cock was taking on. Her glinting eyes followed the bobbing glans as he came to stand in front of her.
"Now show me your tits. Keep playing, too."
His words melted her will and resistance like they were all so much butter and he was the summer sun. Sarah found herself flicking open the front of her dress and running her hand over her bare boobs. They were tingling inside and sweetly aching at the peaks. The same feeling was in her pussy.
"Very, very beautiful," Cal murmured to her. She watched in fascinaion as he closed a hand around his still-swelling prick and stroked it to full hardness. "Do you like what you see, too?" he asked.
"Yes," she said.
"Let me hear you say it."
She licked her lips. Her eyes showed a trace of fear of how out of control she was becoming. What in the hell was the matter with her?
"Yes," Sarah said, her voice sounding thick but in no way foreign to her. "I like your cock. It's big and gorgeous. I love it."
"Lie down," he said simply, and she obeyed, almost eager as she stretched out on her back on the couch. Leaving one foot on the floor, Cal straddled her body and lowered his fat cock into her deliciously smooth, heated cleavage. "Something else I always wanted to do," he informed her, and started moving his cock to and fro on her.
Sarah brought a hand to each outer swell of her tumid boobs and pressed her satiny flesh in on his stroking meat. Suddenly there didn't seem to be an ounce of shame left in her entire body. And she now knew that she wasn't doing this entirely to get Cal's consent. Hell, that hardly even seemed to matter much any more. Why, she didn't know, but there it was.
Sarah looked up Cal's handsome, moving body and felt pleased to see the pleasure in his eyes, and actually glad to know that she was responsible for it. There was something magical about the guy, something that hit her in just the right way...
"I want to sit on your face," he told her next.
And she didn't think twice before answering. "I want you to sit on my face."
Something like a kid eager for his reward. Cal turned around, then straddled her shoulders in a squatting position and lowered his posterior toward her. "Scrub my ass," he instructed.
Sarah's head tilted back and her tongue rose out of her lifting mouth. She flicked the tip into the open crevice just past his crotch and brushed the wetness on his tender hole. She licked again with greater pressure as her hands moved caressingly over his legs, in between to touch his hard cock. No shame, only that willingness to please, for what now were her own personal reasons. So personal she didn't quite know what they were herself.
She passed her. tongue in broad strokes along the steamy crack of Cal's ass and out across the inner curves of his cheeks. She tensed the tip and burrowed it at his tight anal ring. His cock grew harder and harder and she could sense him growing hungry to have it in her wonderful mouth. Sure enough, he began shifting back, feeding her bit by bit his crotch, then his sac of nuts, then the length of his smooth underside.
Settling his knees into the seat on either side of her head, Cal placed two cushions under Sarah's neck. Her head was thus resting comfortably even as she tilted it way back. Cal leaned forward, lifting his ass slightly from his heels. The head of his charged cock came to Sarah's gaping mouth as her hands touched his hips.
She felt his hands dig into the seat by her flanks and saw his legs unfold behind him. Cal was on his knees in a raised push-up position, or in this case, a fuck position, and his cock was entering her mouth like it would a cunt. Sarah's ovalled lips molded to the contour of his hot shaft and she sucked in a deep breath. Holding it in her lungs, she took Cal down her throat, all the way, until her nose was buried in his crotch and his nuts were pressing on the fronts of her cheeks.
Pushing gently on Cal's hips, she lifted him from her throat and applied a long, washing suck to his thickly pulsing dick. Sarah pulled him back into her body after taking a fresh breath and inhaling the rich odor of his baking crotch. She scrubbed her tongue over his smooth flesh and sucked down on his hard, sleek fibers.
"My God," Cal breathed, "I want to come. I'm going to." For the first time his voice was trembly, on the fringes of control instead of dead center. Sarah felt a wash of pleasure, knowing she was getting to him.
She let him know through hand pressure that she could handle quicker speeds, then quicker still. His cock pistoned in and out as freely as it would have inside a clamping pussy. It went beyond anything Sarah had done with her mouth before, but she took each cram of his cock with a wonderful dexterity. She grew excited and her body twisted under his eyes. The invisible steam of her heated pussy rose to his eyes, her lewd sucks and moans reached his ears. She assaulted his senses with the sensuality of her -- no doubt his mouth was watering with the essence of that, too.
Before long Cal was at his most passionate point, then into it. His cock stiffened to a terrible degree and spasmed hard inside her throat, gushing hot seed down into her body. He lifted and shot again, his glans following the turgid stream down the line of her mouth and throat. He came again and again and she took it all, welcomed it, rejoiced in it. She heard the groans of his pleasure and felt a surge of pride and gladness from having done so well for him.
Sarah was fulfilled as she took the last drops of his stuff into her upside down mouth and he sat back on his heels. She looked up his body as he sighed contentedly and saw his happy face. Sarah rolled over quickly and lifted onto all-fours so she could have a better look. Suddenly there was a playfulness in her again, and she wanted him to join in.
"Jeez," he observed, "you loved that."
"Isn't it awful?" Of course, she didn't mean that.
"I don't know. What happened?"
Sarah had the answers now. "You ordered me around and used me, but your show of no-respect was fake. You were only pretending. Deep down you respected me and deep down I knew it."
"... It was only a game."
"That's right. The test was over when I consented to whore for your approval. The gesture itself was enough. The follow-up action was unnecessary."
"Then why was it so much fun? For us both?"
"Because you were giving me what I've wanted for a long time. And I was giving you what you wanted maybe just as much."
"Really?"
"I've wanted to be treated like a plaything, but I needed to feel respected at the same time. I wanted to be used, but not abused. I think you wanted to use, but not abuse. Get the picture?"
"Yes," he realized. "I believe I do... Why do you want to be used, Sarah?"
"Maybe I feel like I've been using others to get a better life for myself, or trying to. I've used people at work, too. I feel I. have some making up to do."
"I suppose I'm looking to get even. I... was used myself once. And of course, there's Dad, who got it pretty bad himself."
"Guilt and revenge.` What motivations."
"It's... not out of my system yet," he told her then.
"It's not out of mine either."
"Not by a long shot."
"Mine either."
"... Does this mean we're going to continue?"
Sarah drew both knees in under her. "Would you like that? Better yet, could you do that, behind your father's back?"
"Didn't I just do it?"
She smiled, then sobered. "Could you continue?"
His pause was brief. "Yes."
"So can I."
"We'll have an affair."
"It could be called that. It would be more like mutual therapy."
"Me using, you being used -- that's some kind of arrangement."
She touched his cheek. "As long as we continue to respect each other, it'll work fine. Hell, hitting it off like we are, we'll even have fun."
"And it does seem to be necessary."
"Yes. I've been hiding my sometimes wicked ways from myself for too long. I want to be punished for what I've done by getting some of the treatment I've given out over the years, only I don't want to be given anything subtle."
"We'll have to be very careful to keep it all secret. Dad won't be very understanding."
"True" The two of them looked at one another, knowing there was still a chance to back out. But neither wanted enough to take it. They had bad feelings inside that needed purging and this might well be their only opportunity to do that.
"I am your whore," Sarah said to Cal. "I am your slave."
"Take that dress off will you?" he said in reply. "At least be a naked slave."
Sarah obeyed willingly, eagerly. By chance, he had made her see what she wanted and needed, and now he was going to give it to her. And in the process she was going to be doing him a similarly large favor. Hell, it really was going to be a pleasure.
Dropping her dress to the floor, she stood on her knees on the couch, facing Cal. "Shall I play with myself some more?" she inquired. "What would please you?"
"Use your mouth and hands to make me hard. Then open so I can fuck you until I'm satisfied."
"Yes."
"You will remain unsatisfied. You will not come at any time when we're together."
"Now you've got it."
"I'll use you, but won't abuse you."
"My kind of man," she grinned, and moved toward him.
Not so very far away, Peg Casey was moving to her man. She was in a T-shirt and nothing else, standing in the middle of her cluttered, cozy bedroom. "You do this last part," she said to the naked Rick in front of her. "I love how you whip things off me."
Grinning cornerwise, he grabbed her top and peeled it swiftly up her buxom bod and off. She gave a squeal of delight and jumped eagerly into his arms, hugging firmly from his neck and wiring a leg behind his to press their hot loins together. The two of them had fucked on the floor only moments after Rick had come through the front door and before they got undressed. Now they were going to take a little more time and do things a little more right.
They fell over onto her narrowish but strong bed and rolled around on it as much as they could without falling off. Their tongues dallied intimately and their hands roamed freely over legs and asses and titties and flowing, working muscles. A simple shift of position brought Rick's penis into Peg's body and she ground her young but knowing hips at him.
They entered a nice, easy rhythm, each contributing succulent moves and motions that built on the pressures inside. Their desires pushed back and open ever-growing voids that promised the sweetest of satisfactions, once the emptinesses caved in from the return pressures of climax.
It took a deliciously long time for that to happen, and when it did there was another seemingly endless time of hot and juicy pulsations, surging thrills and cascading reliefs. The wind was knocked out of them both as the heavy, intimate pleasure hit home and exploded.
When sanity and energy and breath returned, the two of them remained limp and together, him on top of her, inside her, for yet another good while. They savored the richness inside their own bodies and drank in the sweetness of each other as the aftermath continued to shiver through their systems.
Presently Rick lifted himself from Peg and sat up against the head of the bed. Peg rolled over and lay on his legs, hugging his big thighs to her and resting her head just below his hip. She simply loved the aroma of their completed sex. He rested a fond hand on her head.
"What are you thinking?" she asked.
"If my fiancee could see me now... "
"Still worried about discovery, huh?"
"Aren't you?"
"I do all I can to keep the secret, then I just don't worry about it."
"I envy you."
"If it's a problem you could always call it off."
"You little tease. You know I can't. Not now that I've seen what you and I are capable of."
She lifted her head and looked at him. "What are we capable of, anyway?"
"Exploring an entire continent of sensual delight. Maybe even the whole world of it."
"Golly. There's more?"
"We've only just stepped onto the shores, you and I."
"I don't know, Rick. It seems to me what you're talking about would need more time and involvement than we can have."
He sighed. "Yes. I know... Suppose we did have the freedom to do the things we want to do -- would you go exploring with me?"
"Yes," she answered with a smile. "I believe I would. You're quite a guy, Rick."
"You're quite a girl, Peg," he replied, and they kissed fondly. "It's a real pity that Mom's come between us," she stated. "I wish I didn't care about her so much."
"It's okay. You and I are doing fine with things being as they are."
"Yeah, but now you've got me thinking about continents of delight... "
"Me and my big mouth."
"There must be some way for us to get what we want without hurting Mom, or taking away what she wants."
"Damned if I know what it is."
Peg lowered her head thoughtfully onto Rick's upper thigh. "We've come this far... there has to be a way for us to get to where we want to go... "
CHAPTER SEVEN
Rick and Sarah walked hand in hand into the expensive suite and didn't stop until they reached the bedroom. There they turned to each other and glided into a cozy embrace, an intimate kiss, a warm feeling of arousal. The wedding had come off without a hitch, the honeymoon was under way.
It hadn't been all that grand an affair, but getting married had been fun. Feeling that ring slide onto her finger had taken some stress off Sarah's mind and replaced it with a good sense of security. She was pretty much set for life in comfort and a relatively easy, enjoyable and satisfying way of getting by with one of the world's nicer men.
So what if they weren't in love? They each had something they considered good enough. So what if she was having a secret affair with his son? In the long run it would make her a better person, and a better mate for him. That was okay, wasn't it? Sure.
"Happy?" Rick asked, swaying her in his arms.
"Happy," she replied truthfully enough. "Wanna be happier?"
"If it involves getting naked and into that big bed yonder," she grinned.
"Brazen hussy," he murmured similarly. He started loosening her dress and she helped. He lifted it off and let his hands come to her full, bare tits. Gripping each hill of succulent flesh, he bent and chewed provocatively on each nipple.
Sarah got out of her shoes and panties and proceeded to help Rick undress. Naked, the two of them went to the bed and lay down in each other's arms. They kissed for a long time, touching one another all over. Sarah wet her hand with her tongue and moved it boldly over Rick's charged penis. Rick touched her crotch area and they tickled one another teasingly.
They'd been through it all before, but the chemistry was still there. In fact, it seemed even stronger today. Signing that official piece of paper and taking those vows had actually brought them closer together. Sarah forgot all about Cal as she looked into Rick's eyes, which saw her and no one or nothing else but her.
"I feel like eating you out while you suck on my cock," he said gently to her.
"I'll take some of that action," she replied and together they moved into position for sixty-nine. One leg folded up in the air, the other shank on the bed for a pillow, Sarah offered her cunt to her new husband and saw him reciprocate. On their sides they bowed toward one another's waiting excitement.
A heavy hand rested on Sarah's hip as Rick inhaled the fantastic aroma of her baking snatch. Then her foreflesh was drawn snugly into his mouth and washed by the easy slides of his tongue. She followed his lead, gulping big prick into her mouth and throat, applying generous swaths of her flat probe to his meat.
Her pelvis curved toward him as her arousal built and his tongue swirled into her wet lining. He loved taking her this way and she loved being taken. Like she loved cuddling his plump nuts with her fingertips while passing lascivious lips and tongue over and under his organ.
Sarah's fingers became clenching on Rick's side and her other fist closed firmly about the lower reaches of his dong. Her head bobbed with a determined rhythm, her lusciously ovalled and puckered lips sliding excitingly over his length.
Giving in completely to the shared passion and pleasure, they eagerly built one another's arousal and pursued the decreasingly elusive climax buried deep in each other's body. In tune together, they licked and sucked and caressed their horny privates and sailed on.
Their hips began to thrust and roll, trying to squirm further into the wonderful attacks on their hot openings. Their bodies grew tense in preparation and anticipation of the fierce energies that were about to explode. Their mouths worked faster and harder with sublime wickedness until...
Rick groaned deeply and his heavy cock spasmed vividly in Sarah's pulling mouth. His hot jets of completion began spurting into her body, seeming to trigger her own highly-charged release. Their heavy flows gushed outward and were swallowed hungrily, like the sweet spread of satisfaction being gobbled into their systems.
Their strength faded and they kind of rolled from each other, settling onto their backs on the bed. They held hands while resting with eyes closed. Quiet reigned until Rick softly spoke.
"I thought it would be different, with the marriage license over our heads," he confided. "I thought it would make me feel obliged to be in love with you somehow. That was a fear, anyway. Maybe not a thought."
"I felt that it was an improvement."
"Me too."
"What would you have done if your fear had proven out?"
"Kept my mouth shut."
"And regretted getting married?"
He gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Not much. You're good company, and I know you'll be there if I need you, and if I want you. I couldn't regret marrying that very much."
"Especially since I'm such a good fuck, too."
He chuckled. "Yes. That too."
Comfortable silence settled in again. They squirmed closer together and rested a while longer, each thinking his or her own private thoughts.
Torn between two lovers-well, playmates, at least. Lovers was too grand a word, especially since nobody was "in" love. Not really. Vows had been taken, but not all that seriously. Secrets were being kept, but in light of what would happen should they be discovered, they were best the way they were now.
Coming right down to it, it wasn't a matter of being torn between two lovers at all. A nice balance had been attained. The open mate was as worthwhile as the secret one, and each had become of equal importance. There was enough time to be divided between the two so that no one wound up truly wanting. There wasn't any lying going on, technically. There just wasn't a telling of the whole truth. Which, under the circumstances, seemed tolerable enough, even desirable. No one was being hurt by any of the goings-on and in fact there were even signs that some benefit would come of it all. So, in truth, it was a matter of being comfortable with two, well, partners.
Yet, while that did offer a good feeling, and seemed like a pretty acceptable arrangement, was it wise to continue? How long before the balance tilted to one side? How long before the whole thing went out of whack, and trouble started? How long could one play with fire without getting burned?
Suddenly restless, Sarah turned to Rick and pressed her lush body to his side. Feeling some give on his part, she worked herself up on top of him and undulated suggestively. His hands reached down and he palmed her full ass.
"Let's fuck," she purred softly. "Let's both get lost in a long, hot session."
"Yeah. Help me get hard."
Sarah felt the questions fall back in her mind as she started kissing her way down Rick's body. She gave herself over to the rising sensations, the intimacy, the fun of being naked and about to enter good sex. She settled in between his parted legs and licked at his cock. She took it and his balls into her mouth and filled his business with her warmth and made them aware of her hunger. The response began.
The questions were forgotten, for now. They would come back. They would start to press. Then the answers would start coming, not from thought, but from actual events.
It would become more and more clear that they were on a collision course with trouble. Deep trouble.
Unless... unless some unforeseen event came into play and saved them...
Peg was lounging across the couch in Rick's den and was missing him. In the quiet, her eyes went from photo to memento on the walls, to the books on shelves that he read, to his neat desk, and she wanted him.
There were more important things to be thinking about, but Jeez, his absence wouldn't let her, for some reason. Probably because she was horny, and he was so goooooood. Partly because she was lonesome, and he was good company. Better than young Cal was proving to be. That guy had something on his mind and it was getting the better of him.
For a moment, Peg let herself think that she was the object of his thoughts. Not because she'd caught any signs that it might be true, and that he was trying to cover up, but because it led into a pleasant little fantasy, which helped her forget about the absence of Rick. Peg closed her eyes and relaxed, let her imagination flow into activity. The corners of her lips lifted shortly...
It was late at night, time for bed. But a thunderstorm was raging and the lights were out, would be until morning. There was only one candle for her and Cal to share. The folks were not yet back from the honeymoon.
Peg stretched, yawned, looked across in front of the fire place at Cal. "Getting past my bedtime," she said.
"I'm not tired. You go ahead."
"Upstairs? Alone? In the dark?"
"Take the candle, girl."
"Candles go out at funny times."
"For crying out loud," he muttered like any mildly pestered big brother. He lit the candle, took her by the hand and led her up to her room.
"You forgot the holder," she noticed. "I don't know where it is."
"The bottom's round so you can't stand it alone -- you'll have to hold it while I get into my jammies."
"Hm. Can I watch?"
"If I can watch you," she replied sincerely. He thought it over and found it all rather appealing. "Okay."
Piece by piece she got out of her clothes, standing in front of him by her bed. He looked serious by the time she'd finished and remained so as she took the candle and he stripped for her.
"Gee," she observed, "you look awful nice, Cal. Can I touch you?"
"If I can touch you."
She beamed and stepped closer. The candle was suddenly excess baggage, for both of them. "If I blow it out, will you stay with me?" she asked. "I'm scared of the dark. And all that thunder outside. And the rain."
"Sure," he replied and took the candle himself, slipping a hand into hers, and blew out the flame. The wick died and Cal set it on the floor. He took Peg into his strong arms and kissed her, which of course was what she wanted.
In a flash of lightning they fell over onto her bed and in the dark snuggled close. They began to fondle each other's warm, musky genitals and he nibbled her swelling breasts. His cock grew hard and she slinked down, gave it long, luscious sucks. Presently he drew her up along the sheets, rolled on top of her and slipped his wand into her wet softness. Together they started to fuck. Night, rain, thunder rolls and lightning flashed outside, languor and warmth and sweetness inside.
Wait a minute, Peg thought, her eyes blinking open and showing avid contemplation. In the back of her mind she had been wondering how to make it possible for her and Rick to enjoy each other without fear of discovery and without the subsequent pain for all involved. Somehow her subconscious had seen fit to thrust that concern directly into her fantasy, and now her crafty intelligence had done the rest.
Peg sat up on the couch and in very short order her idea became a solution, and then a plan of action. Pausing to recheck for holes, finding none, she got up and went looking for Cal. Found him in the downstairs play room, listening to records. He was between albums as she entered the pine-panelled room and took a seat in a friendly old arm chair.
She stared at him a moment before speaking. "I think the idea is for us to get to know each other. We're not doing too well."
"Yeah well," he answered, reading the back of an album cover in his seat on the floor across from her a short way, "it usually takes me a while to warm up to people."
"I can tell. I thought maybe you didn't like me."
Cal looked at her. "Now why wouldn't I like a cute kid like you?" he asked pleasantly.
She draped a bare leg over an arm of the chair and slouched to one side. It was made to look like an unconscious move. "Beats me."
He gave her, and his own actions; short consideration, then apparently decided he'd not been a very good host. "Like to help me pick out something playable?" he offered.
"Sure," she answered and promptly glided over. Inside she was smiling. He was playing right into her hands.
They listened to records and chatted for over an hour. Find-them pretty much made for hitting it off with each other, Peg made sure that they did. She was bright and sassy for him, basically herself, and he liked it. Then it became time for him to get ideas.
A bouncy tune came out of the speakers and Peg just had to get up and dance to it. In snug shorts and T-shirt she swayed and hopped and wriggled about in high happy spirits. By not looking directly at him she left Cal free to appraise his new step-sis in something of a non-brotherly way. They were so new at being relatives that they forgot all about it.
Halfway through the song, from the fifties, Peg slowed and held out her hands, motioning for Cal to get up and join her. He rolled casually to his feet and took her hands, went into motion.
That music stopped but a new and similar tune stepped right in. "Mooorrre," Peg declared and started Cal up again. They both knew a few good moves and felt free to use them. Body contact was made in one way or another for a second or two, then ended.
The third number was slow and sentimental. It seemed perfectly natural for the two of them to get close, arms around each other, and start swaying to the music. The prolonged and more complete contact made Cal aware of just what a yummy bod she had. And he had time now to fully realize the parts of her that had so freely bumped, brushed and touched against him in the two previous go-rounds were pretty darned intimate. At least, special. And here she was now, shifting from foot to foot, gently pushing her front up against him.
Peg sensed all that was going through Cal's mind and simply waited. Before long, she had what she wanted. A certain longish, firm but pliant ridge was appearing in the front of Cal's pants along the top, inner portion of a thigh. His carnal interest was awake, and rising.
She gently eased her loins in closer to him, pressing hips, upper thighs, pubic mounds and lower bellies together. There was no way she couldn't have been aware of his early-stage erection. "Mmm, penny for your thoughts," she said.
She sensed his embarrassment as he said, "I was hoping you wouldn't notice."
"Afraid I'd get turned off."
"Something like that."
"That's the trouble with not knowing somebody. You don't know what to feel safe with."
"Am I safe?"
"I never met a hard-on I didn't like," she replied.
He looked at her, somewhat amused-like. "Oh. Experienced, are you?"
"I've been around," she answered easily. "Yeah."
Holding her eyes on his, a sassy expression on her pretty features, Peg stopped dancing and eased back from Cal. Continuing to back away slowly, her eyes conveyed a silent message. "You don't believe me? Watch this."
Stopping out of arm's reach of him, she began to catch the bottom of her T-shirt in her hands, arms crossed in front of her. With a deliberation that teased and dared him to stop her at the same time, she peeled her thin covering upward. Up, up, the bottom curves of her bare boobs now in view, his eyes fastened to them, to her. When she finally got the T-shirt off and was bringing her hands down, he appeared fairly impressed.
Peg looked quite pleased with herself as she took her T-shirt from about her wrists. She then bunched it up somewhat in one hand, drew her arm back behind her and, as playfulness came into her eyes, and she flung the garment at Cal's head.
"You can do the rest if you can catch me," she invited as her top fell onto his shoulder from the left side of his face and head. He was already in the mood for her game and she broke in a big hurry for the stairs. Cal was instantly hot, and fairly hard, on her trail.
At the top of the stairs she felt his grabbing hand just miss the waistband of her shorts and she yelped. Peg bolted down the short hallway, through the living room and on to the next flight of stairs. Arriving in her bedroom, she circled the bed and stopped. Cal came bounding straight across it and caught her in his long, strong arms.
Shrieking playfully she pretended to try to wriggle from his grasp. He held on, bringing her bare tits into his chest and catching her mouth on his, saying, "Now we'll see just how wise the girl is." He kissed her hard and in pretty short order; she was reciprocating. Her slender arms slinked about his waist and she hugged.
A semblance of seriousness was with them again as their lips parted and their eyes met. She lifted her hands to the back of his head and held it gently. "Let's get undressed," she purred wantingly.
"It does seem appropriate, but are you sure?"
"Am I ever," she responded and started unbuttoning his shirt. Cal let her take it off, then he undid her shorts and removed them with her panties. Kneeling before her, he leaned in and tenderly kissed her on the clit zone.
He pecked his way up her body but before he could reach her lips Peg pushed him back onto the bed. Grinning lewdly, she bent over and loosened his pants to "give it a little breathing room" while she removed his foot-wear. Next thing he knew after that was being as naked as she was.
"God," Peg observed as he stretched out lengthwise on her bed, "you look gorgeous."
"You do too. Come here."
Peg unfolded herself on top of him and gave him the kiss he'd missed out on a moment before. His cock was hard, angled back over his belly, under hers. She marvelled at the iron under the smoothness of his skin. He was his father's son, alright, but she stopped the comparisons there.
"I have to suck you," she breathed and slid her knees onto the bedding. Her ass lifted into the air as she kissed his upper chest. She softly licked his nipples and the surrounding muscle, her hands holding his arms down. She eased farther down over him, lightly kissing his belly. Her boobs brushed over the raised head of his cock and with another shift back her mouth was over it.
She blanketed Cal's length on the underside with feather-soft kisses. She pinned his hips with her hands to confine his movement and increase his pleasure as she started on his lounging nuts.
"Jesus, Peg," he breathed, his hands holding her hair up out of the way, "that's fantastic."
Peg scooped his sac of plump balls onto her mouth and ran her slithery tongue all over it, stroking the meat inside. She applied the gentlest of sucks while letting them out of her mouth and his cock jerked anxiously in the air, against her forehead and one cheek.
It was all part of her plan, but she was enjoying herself immensely. Cal was a pretty okay guy, and good in bed when given the chance, she suspected. He'd get that chance, too.
But for right now he was going to be confined to the receiving end of the pleasure. Peg settled her plump lips around Cal's purple crown and sucked halfway down past it. Her probe swirled in slow motion from one side to the other. Cal groaned his pleasure and his hips wanted to lift, but her hands held them down.
She worked her mouth flowingly over the end of his prick for moments on end. His tumid meat jerked once or twice in her clinging wet warmth and his excitement passed into her body, where it was tucked away for later.
Presently Peg released his cock and moved from her leg-straddling position. Beside Cal on the bed, she bowed low and, after blowing cool air onto his gleaming pole, she took it back in. Her crouching body was at a ninety degree angle to his, her left forearm pinning his upper thighs, her right hand reaching around his cock and cuddling, tickling Cal's nuts.
Her head bobbed with greater vigor in this new position and her tongue applied heavier pressure. She had found this to be the least sensitive side of his pecker, which therefore could take rougher handling. Peg happily pumped her mouth on him, bringing him closer and closer to his big moment.
When she felt his cock get a little harder than when she'd started out, Peg again lifted from him. He groaned in a loud sort of complaining tone, but she only giggled, knowing he was in for something even better. The curvey blonde shifted her backside toward Cal's head and threw a leg over to the other side. Her knees digging in just above his shoulders, elbows even with his waist, Peg was stretched out above him in no time. Body sensuously curved, her mouth ovalled, taking in prick.
The really special part was her ability now to take the thickly pulsing dick all the way in. Her lips travelled down to where her saliva ended and they did too. Cal's hand were on her body and she could feel his stare on her crotch. But he was waiting. Waiting for her to go down to the brink. And she was teasing him.
He chuckled knowingly. "Come on, baby. Show me what you're made of. Don't be coy."
She laughed softly into his steel flesh and gulped in an extra inch of it. She heard his pleased moan and felt kind of happy herself. It really was grand to please others and she loved to rediscover that again and again.
Peg gulped in all of Cal's dong and rocked back to release it in one smooth motion. She shifted forward again and this time took him without a single pause, just a long, sweet suck. Her tit points dragged along the middle part of his body, adding to the guy's delight and she could just see him grinning from ear to ear back there. His hands were rubbing her glowing ass cheeks and his eyes were exploring her cute feminine structure. It was too high up for him to comfortably reach and work at for any length of time, so he was probably figuring out what he was going to do when the chance appeared.
Peg slithered her tongue boldly over his cooking shaft and sucked heavily, wanting his mind off the future and on the present. His hands quieted on her backside and she read success from it.
She was confining his hip movement again, further enhancing the pleasure. The speed of her rocking body increased and her mouth passed over his length with a dexterity and lasting power that was both hard to believe and hard to remain aloof from in any way. Before too long Cal was stiffening under her and the tension lifted into his pecker.
His hips strained upward hard, then went instantly slack. His cock gave a torrid jerk in her mouth and throat and Cal growled deeply as he came. His packed wad jetted into her in stream after stream of hot release. His thighs and legs shifted and moved about, his hips rocked up and down, his hands clenched the outer curves of her thighs and he groaned repeatedly. He came hard and long and completely, and was as spent a guy as she had ever felt under her.
Peg licked the last drops of his spent seed into her mouth and felt Cal's hands begin to move again. From his touch she could tell that he wanted her to stay where she was, So Peg let her tongue loll over his limp cock and nuts.
"Know how good you look?" he asked shortly.
"How good?"
"Good enough to eat."
She had to smile. "How do you want it served?"
"Sunny side down."
Peg giggled. Slowly she erected her body over his head. She moved her knees out to either side of his shoulders and lowered her open prize to within inches of his mouth. "Like this?" she asked.
He planted his palms on her pert buttocks and replied, "Lovely. Just perfect."
She lowered until his hands told her to stop and his lips lifted to her gaping foreflesh. His breath was hot on the inner portions of her ass and it came at her with some force. Her insides were warmed by his steam.
Holding her in place, Cal flirted his tongue tip all over her suddenly very excited vulva. She began to squirm with need above him but his closing fingers kept her pretty underside where he wanted it. When her arousal drooled into his mouth his tongue concentrated on the line of Peg's threshold. Suddenly it shot up into her and twirled wildly about.
Peg squealed. His tongue knew what to do, and the rest of his mouth was right with it. Cal flicked and scraped at her inflamed tissues, pulling often at them with gentle suction. He tilted his head and burrowed into her as far as he could go and scooped out her running oils. Then the frequent kisses on her open slit zone came into play, sending hot shudders of arousal and anticipation up her spine.
His attack on her desire was one long, continuous thing, no pauses for changes of position or teases at all. It was just what she wanted. And needed.
Her mind dizzied with rising lust and her loins were jammed with torrid need. Cal worked steadily on, and at last her climax broke open. Her insides clamped down hard and sent the first rush of spent passion down her shaking tunnel, the first surge of satisfaction through her system. Her nerve-endings stood on end and rejoiced at the coming of honey-filled waves that washed over them and into her veins, one after the other.
Peg sagged slowly forward onto her hands, then elbows. The last ripple of fulfillment went through her and her core quaked a final time. She rolled off to one side and felt the last of her energy dissipate. All she could do was breathe and feel how good her insides felt.
"Wonderful," she murmured presently.
Cal was silent for the next moment. Then, "I find myself wanting to go further with you."
She almost said, "You sound just like your father," but had sense enough to catch herself. Reminded then of her original purpose of the day, she remained silent.
"Peg?"
"I was just thinking."
"About what?"
"Nothing."
"I'll bet. What is it?"
"Something disgusting."
"All the more reason to tell me."
Peg paused, then lifted onto an elbow and looked at him, somewhat seriously, somewhat shyly. "I want to go further with you, too," she said. Her eyes looked down. "Beyond you, in fact."
"What do you mean?"
"Promise you won't hate me?"
"Promise." He lifted in interest.
"I want to make it with your father." Her eyes lifted to catch his reaction. She found him hard to read for a second or two, but then he appeared... amused.
"Is that all?" he murmured smilingly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" she asked, curious. He was not reacting in the way she'd expected him to at all.
"I mean it's not such a big deal. Especially since... I've already made it with your mother."
Her mouth dropped open. "What?"
"You heard me."
Peg paused just long enough to see that he wasn't kidding. Then she burst out in laughter, flopping back onto the bed. "Well, I've got news for you pal," she informed him, quieting. "I've already made it with your father."
He believed her right off. "Well, I'll be damned."
"Wrong," she told him, sitting up, "you won't be damned. None of us will."
"Now what are you getting at?"
"I'll bet you two are like me and Rick -- worried about getting caught, worried about hurting the ones we love, right?"
"Well now we won't have to keep secrets any more. We can be open because we won't have to worry about repercussions."
"Sarah will feel free to want me because she'll know that at the same time Dad will not be left alone -- he'll have you to go to."
"And he'll feel free to be with me because Mom will have your attention to keep her warm."
Cal sat up brightly. "And when they're with each other, if they chance to grow tired of us on occasion, you and I can play."
"Jeez. This is sounding better all the time."
"I'll say."
"I can't wait for them to get home and hear the news."
"Neither can I. Fortunately, we've found a nice way to pass the time."
"Nice?" she demanded with joking severity. "Just nice?"
"Okay, okay, wonderful," he allowed.
Peg moved toward him smilingly, slinking her arms behind his neck, pushing him over with her kissing mouth and settling her warm and curvaceous bod onto his sleek, manly figure.
"Didn't you say something about fucking me?" she asked.
"Not in so many words, but now that you mention it... " He rolled her off him and onto her back. Remaining on his side by her flank, he reached down and massaged her cunt. Peg lifted her knees and parted them as she closed her caressing hand on his prick.
When Cal was hard Peg threw a leg over both of his and twisted her hips toward his 'loins. He slipped down and in, then easily inserted his long hard one into her clasping twat. Their loins shifted and adjusted and her labia gripped the very base of Cal's dong. He breezed his massaging hand up to her breasts and fondled them as his hips went into gentle motion.
Peg hugged Cal by the shoulders. Because it felt so good with him inside her and because he had already gone ahead and started an affair with Sarah. Her plan was now way ahead of schedule, thanks to that. All she had to worry about now was how to break the news of spilled secrets to their folks without ruining everything. Both of them were kind of old-fashioned in some ways -- they could find it in themselves to have affairs on the sly, but doing it out in the open was a whole other question.
Peg hardly even considered her other option -- not to tell them there was no need for worry or fear of discovery, to let the affairs continue with neither parent knowing about the other's activity. She was finding that way of life just too stifling, and Rick was too. Probably Mom as well. And there was guilt in it, which was no fun.
No. Things had to be brought into the open. Somehow.
CHAPTER EIGHT
The two of them had a week and a half to think, decide and plan things out. When Rick called from the airport in Hawaii to let them know when they should be getting home, Cal and Peg were as ready as they had to be.
They went to work on preparing a welcome home feast for the folks and managed to time it just right. When Rick and Sarah came through the door, there was time for happy greetings all around, a toast to the happy couple, and then dinner was served.
Favorite dishes were served up in plentiful amounts, plus wine in similar quantities. The talk flowed, with parents learning that their offspring already felt like brother and sister, with the kids learning that the honeymoon had been great and no doubt an omen of things to come. The feeling around the table was that of a close, happy family -- if one didn't examine too minutely. More perceptive eyes might well have seen the subtle machinations and maneuverings of two young, not so innocent people.
Dessert came and went with more talk, drink and laughter, on a quieter level now. A split of sorts developed within the foursome. Cal and Sarah, next to each other at the round table, tended to concentrate more on one another than elsewhere. The same went for Peg and Rick.
Their eyes began to speak on one level while their voices went on in benign chatter. Knees touched under the table, then hands went for brief brushes against lower thighs. Sarah winked a glinting eye at her young man, and he squeezed one of her calves between his. Beside him, Peg was under a gaze from Rick that left everything, on the same subject, to her imagination.
Peg looked to Cal in a glancing manner, and a short moment later he sneaked a foot over and tapped it lightly against one of hers. It was time for the next stage.
"Okay everybody," Peg announced quietly, "I think it's time we moved into the living room."
"The living room whose doors were mysteriously locked when we came in?" Rick said.
"That's the one," she replied, standing. Moving from her chair she caught Rick's hand and led him from the dining room. Cal and Sarah followed, alsp holding hands, walking close together.
"What's up?" she asked Cal in a murmur.
"Just prepare yourself for something you need."
Having picked up the key on the way, Peg unlocked the wide doors and swung them open, leading the others into the living room. She shut the doors behind them and, taking Rick's hand, went toward the fireplace.
The two couches had been moved into a V shape in front of it. In the back corners of the room two lamps were on, filling that half with soft light, chasing away any untrustworthy shadows. Cal made a slight detour and switched on the waiting music that then filled the intimidating empty, silent parts of the surroundings. Peg put a few logs on the fire that had died down since being built just before the parents' arrival. Cal led Sarah through the narrow path at the bottom of the V and sat on one couch as Rick and Peg took the other. The fire grew and cast its caressing warmth onto the scene.
Peg's eyes went to Rick who was looking curiously at her and she slinked an arm about his shoulders. Drawing a breath for nerve, she leaned in and gave him a juicy kiss on the lips. His head snapped back somewhat and looked quickly to Sarah.
But she did not have a look of shock for him. In fact, she wasn't even looking his way. Cal was kissing her. Her hand was on his shoulder as if to push him away, but she couldn't. Or wasn't.
"Relax Rick," Peg told her man soothingly. "It's just things unfolding as they should."
His eyes went from her to Sarah in fear and confusion. He witnessed his son end the kiss and look deeply into his stepmother's eyes. After a long moment, she turned to Rick. And saw Peg slide a hand across his upper thigh and gaze almost dreamily at him.
Confused, Sarah returned to Cal. He had a strange sort of smile on his face. It seemed to say that everything was okay. But how could it be?
Suddenly Sarah understood. It must have showed, for Cal nodded, his smile widening. She turned once again to her husband. Their eyes met, and nothing seemed to need saying after that. In the silence between them was confession, to apology for not doing it earlier, to assurance that the caring was still alive.
"Jeez," Peg said quietly, "and I was afraid I'd have to spell it out."
There was a round of somewhat nervous laughter, but it did take some of the tension out of the air. Or was that guilt?
Yes, it was guilt. Laced with shame.
Cursed old-fashionedness. Just what Peg had feared.
"Well, I for one am glad it's out in the open," she spoke up with quiet enthusiasm, giving Rick a hug. "I hated sneaking around behind Mom's back."
"I'm glad too," Cal stated. "And if you two have any sense you'll feel the same way."
"Bully," Sarah accused softly, but not without seriousness.
He gave her a friendly squeeze. "Aw, come on Sarah. Be a kid. You've earned the right."
"Yes," said Peg, still holding on to Rick, gently now. "You be a kid too, Rick. Throw all the old rules out. Come and explore the world of freedom that we kids know."
"I don't know... " he replied uncertainly, for Sarah as well.
"Come and see what it's like to be with me without shame or guilt clouding everything up. We've already ended the possibility of the other person finding out, so let's go all the way."
"All the way, Sarah," Cal murmured to the woman beside him. "Think of how exhilarating the freedom will be. Give each other permission and blessing to enjoy yourselves, then give yourselves the same permission. You already have ours."
Sarah and Rick looked to one another once again, questioning, tentative, wanting, afraid...
"Dare we?" Sarah asked presently.
"Can we?" he asked, more to the point.
"Our upbringings have taught us that sex outside of or without marriage was bad, wrong. We've both practiced it and told ourselves it was okay, but I suspect a major motivation for us wanting to get married was to escape guilt."
"... Yes," she realized. That was true.
"I haven't been able to put out my guilt from my affair with Peg... " He looked at her sweet face. "I once asked you if you'd go exploring with me," he said, "and you said you would. Seems like I should have turned the question around."
Sarah's head lolled back and she looked at Cal. Another truth came to her. It was not past misdeeds she'd been trying to atone for with Cal. It was the present misdeed, of wanting him while at the same time being, well, she could deny it no longer, in love with Rick. In love with Rick, but wanting Cal. Not only wanting, but having -- to a point. She had not yet shared her pleasure with him.
Suddenly she ached to do that, and she realized that she was in love with Cal.
Sarah sighed heavily. It was all so much to take, all at once. But just then Cal was drawing her to him, and everything became so much more bearable for her. She took him in her arms and held herself close inside his comforting embrace. Somehow the flood of confusion that had just come to her began to settle into streams of reason and perception.
She loved Rick, but she was only in love with Cal. The former was not quite as deep, but solid and long-lasting -- the kind of thing many years of happiness was built on. The latter was incredibly deep and passionate in its full bloom, but short-lived. In a matter of months it would be over.
Sarah eased herself from Cal's embrace and looked to Rick. "You love me, do you realize that?" she asked.
He grinned sheepishly, like her, no longer able to hide it.
"I'll bet you're in love with Peg, aren't you?"
"Yes. I suppose so."
"Do you know the difference between loving, and being in love?"
"Yes."
She waited for her intention to sink in, and it did shortly. The kids glanced at one another, puzzled by this development.
"There's the answer, Rick," Sarah stated. "We turn to the people we're in love with, then when that's over, we turn to the people we love."
"We agree to put our relationship on hold for a while, and pursue things that can only survive for so long. Have a fine old time and then, settle down with each other."
"We'll have our taste of freedom, but at the same time know we'll have someone to turn to when it's over."
"Now you've got it."
"But it comes back to my question. Can we?"
"We've been listening to our morals and upbringings when we should have been listening to our hearts. Listen to your heart now Rick and tell me if we can do this wonderfully sinful thing."
The kids still weren't sure what the hell was happening, but it did appear as though the old folks were coming around to party time.
Rick laughed. "My God, Sarah, I can do what they ask. Guilt-free."
Sarah sat back close to Cal, a modestly triumphant smile on her lips. "Same here."
"Let's damn our consciences to hell," Rick suggested, "and let our hearts grow into the void, where they'll become big and strong enough to make themselves felt in us fools."
Sarah laughed. "Agreed."
"And now if you'll excuse me," Rick drawled after a brief thought of love for his wife, "I'm going to fuck your daughter."
"Good. I'm getting anxious to fuck your son." She turned to Cal, and found him seeming confused. Thrown off track at least -- she suspected he'd been ready to do the convincing, not watch her do it. Sarah smiled sympathetically and touched his cheek. "Looks like things have worked out to the conclusion you wanted," she remarked.
His hand went to the nook of her waist. "I guess so."
She slipped her delicate fingers into his hair and leaned in, kissing him softly. A lewd rush lifted through her body. Across from them, Rick and Peg were facing one another closely. "What is the difference between love and being in love?" Peg wanted to know.
"The first is for grown-ups, the second is for kids. The first is for marriages, the second is for affairs." It all definitely made sense to her then, and she realized, "I'm in love with you Rick."
"That feeling is mutual."
"I guess you're never too old to be a kid."
"Not if you've got good reason to be."
"Are you enough of a kid to really feel free to be with me? No guilt?"
Rick looked over at his wife and son as they became involved in a deep, raunchy kiss, then back to Peg. "No guilt," he replied.
"Nifty," Peg smiled, and pulled herself to him. Their mouths met and slinked into juicy contact.
"I want to fuck you," Cal told Sarah in no uncertain terms. "I'm tired of giving orders -- all that was for kicks."
"I know that now. I can see it in your eyes."
"Can you also see that I'm madly in love with you?"
"Yes. Can you see the same thing in my eyes?"
"Yes. Would you like to go upstairs?"
"If we're going to be open and free, why should we run away and hide?"
"I was just asking. I wasn't sure you were ready to go all out" She brushed her nimble hand over the swelling in the crotch of his slacks. "I'll just have to work on improving your faith."
"Go for it, beautiful," he murmured, and kissed her sweet mouth again. Her hand became more brisk in its movements on his growing lump and he fondled her breasts through her blouse.
Sarah felt her face getting hot as Cal's lips crossed her cheek and glided along the curved line of her neck. He eased her back against the arm of the couch and continued kissing down past her shoulders. Her insides flinched as Cal opened her blouse, exposed her breasts and began mouthing them.
She had referred to this as a wonderfully sinful thing, but she had not meant it. This was not a sin, not in her heart, where these things were supposed to be judged. It was not something being done for kicks, either. Oh, the kids had seen it that way, and it had caused them to use something of a wrong approach, but fortunately that had been turned around and now the truth was in all four of them. Their being in love was the cause of it all, and that was what made it right, what gave them their freedom.
"I want to be naked," Peg whispered by Rick's ear and right away he was peeling her blouse up and off. She twisted and lay her cute rump across his lap, helped him remove the rest of her clothes. She promptly moved astride of his lower thighs on her knees and reached for his tie. "Now it's your turn."
Sarah thrilled again as she watched Cal whisk off her panties. She had to caress her cunt when he didn't do it, choosing to stand in front of her and strip instead. Of course, that only made her long for caresses more than ever. She pulled her fingers heavily at the heated swelling of her foreflesh.
Her tummy knotted with anticipation as Cal knelt on the floor and moved in between her casually parted shanks. She shifted her back into the corner of the couch and, bending one leg over the seat, lifting the other shank onto Cal's shoulder, wiggled her open cunt in a tantalizing fashion under his hot gaze. Her heel slid up to the spot between his shoulder blades and her knee fell away, exposing her inner pink sponginess in lewd fashion. She cuddled her boobs with trembling fingers and watched him bow toward her percolating snatch.
His tongue passed lightly over her left pube and excitement billowed up through her system. He proceeded to drag his heavy, loving tongue all over her outer cunt and Sarah knew she hadn't felt such arousal in years.
She suddenly looked on herself as one who'd been acting like a fool. Refusing to accept her love for Rick, while at the same time feeling so guilty about wanting Cal that she'd forced herself to deny sharing her pleasure with him, refusing to admit she was in love with the young man on top of that. It was understandable, she supposed, that she would be leery of letting those special feelings embrace her after all the hard times they had brought her in the past. But she still felt pretty foolish about her actions.
But the past was past now, she told herself. And the present contained enough to make yesterday's news just that. The future was even rosier. Sarah suspected that five or ten years from now her memories of everything before this day would be nicely blurred -- at least, the memories of her romantic life. True love had a way of wiping out the bad in one's past.
Rick's cock was hard when Peg pulled his shorts off and dropped them. It was a vivid red in the light of the fire and as she reached for the hard shaft it jerked in anticipation. Moving astride of his thighs, she stroked her gentle fist up and down his pulsing length. He reached a finger into her lining and twirled it. Her oils rushed out eagerly, demanding cock.
"I'll take you the way you are," he said simply. His hands went to her hips and drew Peg closer, over his cockhead. Her hands clasped behind his neck and she lowered easily onto his hot upright. "Oooo, yesss, there," Rick murmured appreciatively.
Peg slithered her clingy tissues up his cock and wiggled back down. His hands breezed up and around her titties, closing with just the right pressure on her outreaching cones. Peg continued to fuck him, nice and relaxed, feeling like she had all the time in the world.
Unseen and virtually unnoticed behind them, Cal was hungrily burrowing his mouth into Sarah's mature cunt. His lips kissed and rubbed her full-fledged folds, his tongue scooped into her crying tunnel and his teeth scraped over her pining threshold. Her body undulated out of control as her passion grew. She played lustily with her tumid tits, looking down between them with glassy eyes at the sight of Cal's handsome face so intently concentrated on his pleasing her.
He pulled out her need and tore into it with the help of her climaxing body. Hot lances of sweet sensation broke up her terrible passion and the hard, swift pulses that followed pushed it out of her system and body in torrid gushes. Satisfaction washed down over her and soaked into every nook and cranny of Sarah's being, and Cal's mouth lifted from her spent hole.
She glimpsed a hard cock reaching out from the bottom of his tense loins before he kissed her on the mouth. A flutter of new desire passed through her nether regions, and his tongue in her mouth made Sarah want him. She slid down flat on the couch and guided him into place above her with both hands, then began tugging his cock toward her waiting hole. His buttocks gave a shove and he was up, up inside her body. Sarah hugged him to her dearly and shot a wanting tongue into his mouth.
Peg's hunching movements were quick now. Her fingers gripped his arms as she drew Rick and herself to their boiling conclusion. Her insides were a hot clench of desire that she was trying to punch apart with his dick, and every hard move of her body brought his cockhead closer to the breaking point.
Finally she felt a hotly tearing sensation within her loins and her orgasm was pulsing with life. Her body arched and her head was thrown back as the surges of completion roared through her. Peg felt the lusty spasms of her cunt walls dancing with the rhythmical jerks of Rick's ejaculating penis and a whole new rush of excitement broke open. Her veins were filled with charging pleasure that went around and around her body without stopping for ages.
The luscious energies of their bodies sub-sided as one and Peg felt herself melt against Rick. She held on tight with both arms and pushed up into him with shivery leg muscles to keep from sliding away from his wonderful presence. He put both arms around her and helped make sure that didn't happen.
"Ooohhhh," she sighed whisperingly, "it just gets better and better."
"I know."
"... But it'll end someday, won't it?" she asked sadly. "The magic will leave?"
"Yes. But you're not supposed to think about that until it happens."
"Okay," she promised quietly, "I won't."
Rick filled Sarah with the richest of sensations on each penetration and left her achingly empty with each withdrawal. Before long the need he was drawing from its hiding places was stronger than the fun of being filled with hot prick, and she began to crave the grander pleasure of climax.
Her body, hips and legs worked swimmingly under Cal to help him bring about that pleasure, while at the same time striving to fill his equally hurting need. And it was in sharing the effort -- a pleasure in itself -- that made Sarah happier and gave her deeper feelings of fulfillment than she'd know in years. Oh, yes, making it happen with Rick was very satisfying too, but that seemed to affect her on another level. It was mellow and sweet with Rick, where it was raunchy and succulently raw with Cal.
When Sarah came her head was back into the seat and her mouth was open, emitting a silent wail of intense pleasure. Her body was wracked by the searing waves of release, for endless minutes, the currents making their hot motions known exquisitely deep inside her. And when the tides had subsided she looked to Cal, felt him settle onto her body, and knew that his release had been as complete as her own.
A while later the four of them were having brandy, each couple lounging together on their own couch. There wasn't an ounce of self-consciousness to be found -- the entire scene was perfectly natural to them.
"I wonder what the neighbors would think?" Cal wondered in amused fashion.
"A pity they wouldn't approve," Sarah replied.
"I suppose that with a little effort on our part we could get them to," Peg stated. She was lying on her side in front of Rick on the couch in a position similar to that of her mother. The two females looked at one another knowingly -- they really could seduce others into silence, should it ever come to that. The guys could, too.
"Nice to have that worry out of the way," Rick remarked. "Of course, nobody is going to find out about us anyway."
"No," Peg agreed, and she stretched out on her back, moving close against the front of Rick's body. "We're all secluded and safe in this big house."
"We're even safe from ourselves," Rick observed. "My wife, whom I love dearly, is lying over there in the buff with my son and I don't' feel an ounce of jealousy or bad feeling."
"Same here," Sarah murmured. Cal's hand breezed along her upper flank and she tingled. Twisting her head around, she took his kiss.
Peg closed a gentle hand on Rick's limp penis and began squeezing it. She moved her thumb along the underside and felt the start of a slow swelling. Encouraged, she promptly slid down on the couch and rolled partway onto Rick's thighs. She took his cock into her mouth and sucked wetly.
Sarah and Cal watched in a sort of fascination as Peg worked shamelessly on Rick's cock. There was a remarkable lack of illicitness to the scene -- the incestuousness of it had been erased. They were four consenting adults, individuals, bound together by nothing more or less than love and respect. They were grown-ups, enjoying the wilder freedoms of youth.
"How long will it last, anyway?" Cal murmured into her ear, nuzzling it in the process.
"In actual time it won't seem like very much when you look back and count the days," she answered, a low stirring climbing higher inside, "but if you look into your heart, you'll see that it lasted long enough."
His hand turned and moved down past her belly. He tugged at the soft hairs of her cunt, then sent tickling fingers between her thighs. She parted them, throwing one leg back over his as they drew up toward her. "I can't see it ending for us," he said to her.
"I know," Sarah answered truthfully. She reached down and caressed his cock and balls as he massaged her cunt. It became steamy with arousal as his dong hardened in her smooth hand. "Don't think about it -- you'll only deprive yourself of pleasure."
"How can you be so sure it will end?"
Sarah's back arched as he rolled her clitoris under a wet fingertip. His voice was calm, almost believing, but his hand was in full argument. He wanted it to convince her that their shared pleasure was too strong to ever end.
Sarah decided to just shut up and let him find out for himself what she already knew. She turned her head with a gasp and felt his lips settle possessively onto hers. His tongue poured into her mouth and she coiled her long probe around it.
With Rick's cock at half-erection, Peg slinked up over him and took his penis inside. Moving to and fro on elbows and knees, she stroked him to full hardness with her slick cunt. Each back-slide brought more size to his pecker, stretched her sensitive membranes widely, finally stuffing her with hard meat.
"Do you realize we've never done it doggy-style?" she asked him between kisses.
On the neighboring couch Sarah curved her body and welcomed Cal's cock into her juicy snatch from behind. She squeezed her own titties as he caressed her thighs, then began working his cock in and out of her clasp.
Out of the corner of her eye she happened to see Peg get on her hands and knees and Rick move over her on all-fours. His fat, long cock nugged into her gaping threshold and sank all the way in. A shudder rolled through Peg and she pressed her bum back against him. Sarah watched them start to fuck and a perverse thrill went through her as she'd never done anything like this before. She found herself terribly excited by the sight, and it brought out a special yearning in her.
Sarah lowered a hand to Cal's hip and she stopped his movements. "I think it's time you found out," she told him in a thick voice, "I like to take it in my other hole down there every once in a while."
"Do you?" he said with considerable interest.
Smiles crossed their lips as he slowly withdrew and lifted his slick cockhead to her pink-ringed anus. His hips pushed and his cock slowly bit its way up into her body, hurting just enough to make it a raw pleasure. His loins finally nestling against her upper ass cheeks, Cal hugged her close. "I have to say it, Sarah," he breathed. "You're an incredible woman" She smiled lewdly. "Oh, I get by... "