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 "Misbehaving: Day Two" by Eagle1 (MF, MM/FF)
"Wake up man," I heard someone say as I felt an insistent nudge against

my shoulder.

   My eyes opened and I saw Jeremy's face looking down into mine.

   "You need to hurry up and grab some breakfast if you want to make it to
tennis this morning."

   Tennis, fuck!  I didn't even like playing tennis, but I remembered that
I had agreed to do so last night at dinner.

   "Fuck!" I said, rubbing my head and trying to wake up.

   "Don't worry," said Jeremy, perhaps misunderstanding my irritation,
"It'll work out, cause the luncheon for the cotillion escorts is going to
be held at the country club before rehearsal.  So we can hit some balls and
then you can do what you gotta do anyway."

   Great, I thought, could it get any more interesting?  Then I noticed
Jeremy glance down, and I followed his gaze to see my flaccid cock still
hanging out of the fly of my boxers.

   "I like to let it breathe," I said, unable to think of anything more
creative.

   "Whatever, dude," he said, heading for the door, "Dad left you some
tennis clothes.  We figured you hadn't brought any.  I'll catch you
downstairs.  Be ready in thirty minutes okay?"

   "Okay," I said, somewhat ungraciously.

   I got up and stretched, realizing for the first time that Melanie was no
where around.  Other than my vivid memory of our time spent learning
unlawful carnal knowledge of each other last night, there was no proof
whatsoever that anything had happened between us.  Damn, well, if it wasn't
real, it had still been one hell of a fine dream.

   Mr.  Campbell had left me some of his tennis clothes to wear: shorts and
a polo shirt.  I had not packed appropriately for the activities of this
trip.  Thankfully, Mr.  Campbell and I were about the same general height,
although my broader shoulders and build caused the fabric to be pulled
extremely tight across the muscles of my chest, and my much thicker arms
filled out the short sleeves, so the shirt left very little of my torso to
the imagination.  After a shower I went downstairs to find the Campbells
enjoying a nice full breakfast of eggs, sausages and pancakes.  Melanie
completely ignored me, which is to say that while she acknowledged my
presence in her usual bubbly, infectious manner, she otherwise didn't give
me any hint of having shared anything the night before.

   Maybe it really had been a dream.

   I wasn't given that much time to eat, but I'd never been a big breakfast
person anyways.

   Jeremy whisked us off to the club in his father's Porsche, where we
proceeded to play several grueling sets of tennis.  One thing that was
clear, Jeremy was an extremely skilled player.  I strongly suspected he was
dumbing down his abilities so that I wouldn't feel quite so inadequate. 
Clearly it turned out to be a humiliating series of defeats that did not
improve even when we played a game of doubles with two extremely charming
and beautiful young women that Jeremy knew from the club.  Eventually
though I was put out of my misery because I had to get ready for the
cotillion lunch and rehearsal.  After apologizing profusely to my hot
doubles partner for not being very good, I headed off to take a shower and
change into my standard service uniform.

   The time had come to learn how the ceremony would take place and what
our duties as escorts would be.  You see the military escorts were
responsible for presenting a color guard, escorting our dates, and dancing
constantly.  The civilian escort accompanied the debutant onto the stage
and was there to serve primarily to frame out the overall splendor of his
date by providing her with a manly, well turned out arm to walk around on.
The attention was to be focused on her, and not us, except in so far as we
accessorized her.

   Overall our goals and duties were clearly to ensure that the debutants
had a good time, no matter what happened.

   We ate lunch before rehearsal.  There were a number of cadets there from
various military academies and also present were a few midshipmen from the
Naval Academy and even a third class cadet from West Point.  As the only
commissioned officer in the room, I was given the proper respect due to my
rank and position.  The rest of the gentlemen present at the lunch were the
civilian escorts, all in casual dress, unlike the military escorts who all
wore some form of uniform.  Each civilian and military escort for each girl
was paired together to get to know one another and we were seated together
at tables.

   That's how I found myself meeting Dave Roberts for the first time.  He
was a charming, raffish sort of fellow, not unlike the blokes that I'd hung
out with in high school and college.  He was in his freshman year at
Dartmouth.  And I found that, despite Mr.  Campbell's warning, I liked him
from the word go.

   "So, where are the girls anyway?" I asked him after we'd sat through
lunch and a couple speeches, talked about the college experience, the
Marines and the general state of the NFL.

   He leaned towards me and said conspiratorially, "They have lunch
separately so their chaperones can warn them about the perils of men and
their maidenly virtues."

   "Probably not a bad idea," I said distractedly, as my eyes surveyed some
of the less than savory characters both at my table and around the room.

   "You're telling me," he said, getting ready to dig into his dessert,
"Have you seen some of that ass?  Half these guys have boners just thinking
about it."

   I took a sip of my coffee and asked my new best friend Dave the question
that had been on Mr.  Campbell's mind the night before.

   "So, man, is Jenna your girlfriend?"

   "Naw, man," he said around a mouthful of cake, "She's just a friend."

   I nodded at him nonchalantly to indicate that I understood and took
another sip of coffee.

   "Now her sister Melanie on the other hand," he continued after
swallowing, "That girl has a pussy that doesn't quit."

   "You've boned her?" I asked.

   "Sure, man," he went, taking another mouthful, "Who hasn't?  The girl is
a slut, but she's got a nice rack.  You're unbelievably lucky sleeping in
the same house with her.  I would love to tap that ass again, but I just
haven't seen her around in months.  It's not like we ever tried to be
exclusive or anything anyways, it just sort of happened three or four times
when we were all hanging out."

   "What about her other sister?"

   "Lizzy?" he asked, swallowing his last bite, "She's frigid man.  I'd
worry my dick wouldn't defrost."

   "Dude," I said, seriously, "She's smoking hot.  She's got those nice
titties and a tight looking ass.  I wouldn't mind letting her try and tame
my bronco."

   "Good luck man," he said.

   "Surely she's not a virgin?" I said, "The chick is older than me."

   "I don't know man," he replied, "Hot or not, that broad has never fucked
anyone that I've ever heard tell of."

   "What's the story with her brother?" I asked by way of changing the
subject.

   "Jeremy?  I don't know much about him.  We don't exactly hang out
together."

   "That's not what I'm asking," I said.

   "You mean is he a little light on his feet?" asked Dave, grasping what I
was asking, "Well, I dunno about that.  I've heard stuff from folks who
think he's a faggot.  But you know talk is cheap if the story is good. 
I've also heard that he was banging this redheaded chick he plays tennis
with, but I don't know that for a fact either.  So it's anybody's guess."

   My mind wandered back to the pretty little red headed girl, Vanessa, who
we'd been playing as my partner in the doubles match that morning.  She had
been totally hot and fuckable in a jail bait sort of way.

   "Weird family," I said.

   "Dude," he said, "They may be weird, but the bitches in that family are
hot.  You've seen the mother right?  Total M.I.L.F."

   "Yeah, man," I said, "She's wicked hot.  I can't believe that she's had
four kids.  Plus she's my mother's age."

   "Liposuction does a body good," he said, smirking at me.

   "It's done her body good anyways," I replied.

   "Yeah, well, with any luck I can give one to Melanie before this is all
over."

   "But man, you've never thought of trying out Jenna?" I asked, pressing
him, "She'd be a pretty sweet score."

   "Yeah," he said, "But I like my women built for comfort.  I'm more
interested in pounding Melanie.  You should try and score with Jenna
though. She might be interested."

   Just as I was about to reply, the girls began to enter the room.  My
breath was taken away for a few seconds as I surveyed some of best nubile
flesh the South had to offer.  They came in wearing sun dresses, some
dressed even more casually.  It was like some kind of beauty pageant, with
each girl looking better than the one before her.  I don't know about you
all, but I have always been a sucker a long pair of legs and nice little
strut to go with them.

   "What did I tell you man?" said Dave, leaning towards me, "Have you ever
seen so much fuckable pussy in one spot before?"

   I murmured my agreement.

   The debutants surprisingly did not stay, but went off to a rehearsal of
their own, as our instructors continued to go over the rigid protocol that
was expected of us.  I think the military escorts, having some experience
in these matters, had an easier time of it than the civilians did.  But
when it came time to learn how to dance, everyone was in the same boat. 
Except for me, that is.  My mother had insisted that I learn basic dance
steps in high school.  Ballroom style dancing is no easy task I assure you,
and it took some time on the dance floor before everyone had mastered the
absolute basics of the waltz, sufficient so as not to embarrass himself or
his date tomorrow night.  We went through more after that, the whole
tedious affair lasting around five hours, but I wouldn't want to bore you
with the details.  To that end we were scheduled to have another rehearsal
in the morning, this time with our blushing young debutantes present.  No
doubt it was to practice walking and chewing gum at the same time.

   * * *

   I caught a cab back to the Campbells.  I had been told at breakfast that
Lizzy and Melanie would take me out that evening to show me the town.  I
thoughtfully invited Dave at lunch to come along with us, figuring to give
him another chance with Melanie.  I was still wondering if I'd ever had a
chance with Melanie myself.  My the unconscious mind does play tricks on
us, doesn't it?  But what would Freud say?  Sometimes a cigar IS just a
cigar.

   In any event, the girls were out shopping and Jenna was still at
rehearsal, which was going to be followed by a dinner with the other
debutantes.  As I found out this morning, Jeremy was giving tennis lessons
all afternoon until dinner time.  And of course Mr.  Campbell was working
late.  I was going to have the whole house to myself for a couple hours. 
Or at least, so I thought.

   Then I realized that I'd overlooked the lady of the house.

   I spied her out the window when I got back.  She was lying out by the
pool, face down, absorbing the sun, with her top undone to avoid tan lines.

   A little sun seemed like a good idea, I thought, so I went upstairs to
change out of my uniform and into a pair of shorts and a tank top that I'd
brought with me.

   When I came back downstairs I found that Mrs.  Campbell hadn't moved a
muscle.  She was an exquisite sight and I could just make out the subtle
curves of her breasts pressed against the lounge chair on which she was
laying.

   "How're you this afternoon, ma'am?" I chivalrously asked her in order to
make my presence known.

   I didn't want her to inadvertently expose herself to me, causing both
her and me embarrassment.

   "Oh, it's you Marc," she said looking up at me, "I wasn't expecting you
for a few more hours."

   "I think they may have let us go early," I replied, "They about danced
us near to death."

   I sat down on a chaise that was positioned next to her's and pulled off
my tank top.

   I wasn't expecting anything to happen.

   "Well, young men can usually use all the practice they can get," she
said.

   I leaned back to enjoy the warmth of the sun beating down on my chest.

   "Yes, ma'am."

   "Marc, please call me Chris."

   "Okay," I said, "Chris it is then...at least when we're alone."

   She smiled at me indulgently.

   "Marc," she said in her deep throaty voice, "Would you mind putting some
suntan lotion on my back?  This sun beats down something awful and it'd be
a shame if I got a sunburn for tomorrow night.  I'm wearing an open back on
my gown for the cotillion."

   "I'm sure it'll be lovely," I replied, getting up to squeeze some lotion
into my hands.

   I worked the lotion between my hands until it was warm and started to
massage it into her back.  I've never had any formal training, but I'm told
my technique isn't half bad.

   "That feels so good Marc," she said pleasantly, "You could be a
professional masseuse with those hands."

   "It's just a little something I've picked up."

   I massaged all around her shoulders, using more lotion from time to
time. I may have gotten a little carried away as I rubbed around very close
to her chest and very low on her back to where the curve of her ass started
to rise.  This woman was simply breathtaking.  And, if she took offense to
my advances, she didn't say anything.

   "There now," I said, "All done."

   "You're a very nice young man, Marc."

   "Thanks," I said, settling back into my chair again.

   "We should put some lotion on you as well," she said, "I know that you
Marines spend a lot of time outdoors, but your hides aren't made of
leather. No need to get a nasty sunburn before the big night."

   She looked at me for a second, and before I could do anything, she got
up off the lounge chair she was lying on.  Her tits getting a chance to
spill out in front of her in the process.  Jesus, what a pair of knockers
she had!  They were very big and full, still beautifully round and although
perhaps not as proud as they'd been twenty years before.  If I didn't know
better, I'd have thought this woman was no older than thirty.  Her nipples
were big and round and bronzed from the sunshine.  I took an involuntary
breath.

   "I promise this won't hurt a bit," she said, squeezing lotion from the
bottle into her hands.

   I was having a hard time tearing my eyes from her chest, and Mrs. 
Campbell clearly noticed the direction of my gaze, "You don't mind do you?"

   "No ma'am...I mean Chris," I said, getting into the thick of it, "I see
this kind of thing all the time."

   I smiled at her and she moved over to where I was sitting, very close to
me indeed.  Her breasts jiggled a little as she got up; they swayed and
shook in time with her movements.

   "I'm sure you do," she said, "A handsome, strapping young officer, like
yourself.  You must have to beat them away with a stick."

   I could feel her body heat radiating towards me, and having made no
effort to warm it, the lotion felt very cool as she started massaging it
onto my bare chest.  She paid particular attention to my nipples and let
her fingers trace the outline of my pectoral muscles.  I've been lifting
weights for football and wrestling since I was thirteen years old and the
muscles of my body, while not as big as a professional bodybuilder's, were
nevertheless large, developed and very well defined.  My low body fat also
helped give me a nice ripped appearance.

   The sensation of her fingers on my hard muscles was so pleasant, and I
enjoying her attention so much, that I wasn't going to make her stop, no
matter how it must have looked.  I was concerned though about the
intentions of my mother's best friend, because it was clear this was more
than a friendly gesture.

   "Chris," I said, "What exactly is going on here?"

   Her hands had descended from the safer area of my chest down to the far
less safe area of my six-pack.

   "Greg never makes love to me anymore, Marc," she said bluntly.

   Her hand now moved dangerously close to my lap and I realized at that
particularly awkward moment that I was getting a boner.  Despite the fact
that I thought this woman was fucking hot, I had not come out here with the
intention of this happening.  But as they say, the road to hell is paved
with good intentions.  There was a powerful conflict in my mind as memories
from my childhood collided with the intense attraction I was currently
feeling.

   When she grabbed my cock through my shorts I figured I was probably a
goner.

   "What about Mr.  Campbell?" I asked, in a last ditch effort to forestall
a situation which we both might regret.  Plus I still had a few vestiges of
respect left for the man who had taken me fishing as a boy and with whom
yesterday evening I had shared a cigar as an equal.

   "Greg is probably balls deep in his secretary right now," she said a
little angrily, "The little whore."

   At that point she squeezed my cock for emphasis and I knew `probably'
was no longer in the equation: I was definitely a goner.  This woman could
do whatever she wanted to me, whatever the consequences.

   "I can't believe that's true," I said sincerely, "Why look elsewhere
when he has a woman like you waiting for him at home?  You truly are a
gorgeous woman Chris."

   She actually blushed at my compliment like she was a sixteen year old
virgin.  I reached up and took her breast gently in my palm, shattering
every boyhood taboo I could think of, while at the same time fulfilling
every boyhood fantasy I might ever have had.

   Her flesh was still firm and her skin was very smooth.

   "You're so soft," I said, and she really was.  I started massaging her
tit gently, my thumb rubbing her nipple.

   "And you're so hard," she replied in turn, her lotion covered fingers
grazing the muscles of my left bicep, chest and abs in succession.

   "I love that about men," she said, resting her fingers around my belly
button, "Each part of you is harder than the last."

   At that she ran her hand over my cock for emphasis and I felt myself
growing ever more firm in her grip.  I was aching to be free, but she
proceeded no further, as if some unspoken proscription was stopping us.

   "I would consider it an honor, ma'am," I said to her pointedly and
formally, "If you'd let me help you out in your time of need."

   "Is this a service you provide to a lot of women?" she said, teasingly.

   "I was raised a gentleman, ma'am.  It's not in my nature to leave a
woman in distress."

   "I was so hoping you felt that way," she said longingly.

   She undid the top button of my shorts and unzipped the fly.  Underneath
my cock sprang free to tent the boxers I was wearing.  Mrs.  Campbell ran
her index finger up the length of the fabric, tracing the underside of my
cock in the process.  It sent chills of pleasure down my spine.

   "Don't tease me," I begged her.

   "Never," she replied.

   She crawled down the lounge chair, so that her face was over my cock,
and her ass was pointed deliciously up in the air.  I lifted my ass and
assisted her in pushing my shorts and boxers down far enough to free up my
cock and balls.  I felt the bare skin of my ass resting on the cool plastic
underneath.

   "Damn, Marc!" she exclaimed really seeing my cock for the first time,
"You're huge!"

   "I get that reaction a lot," I said smugly.

   I am not ashamed, nor so humble that I have trouble admitting I am
blessed with four quality attributes for getting laid: good looks, good
body, good personality, and a fucking huge cock.  I may not be in league
with John Holmes or anything, but I've only run into one guy in my whole
life that made me feel totally insignificant.  Fully erect I was a stud,
packing nearly ten inches of thick, top quality meat, or more usually
slightly smaller when I was aroused, but not at optimal density.  No woman
I had slept with had ever complained to me that I'd failed to hit her
g-spot.

   Whatever she thought of it, Mrs.  Campbell bent down and let the head of
my cock pass her full, pouty lips.  I let out a long groan of pleasure. 
This was it.  That was the moment that I'd just crossed a horrible line in
the sand somewhere by penetrating an orifice of my mother's best friend. 
If the nuns were right, I'd just committed one hell of a mortal sin.  And I
was abso-fucking-lutely loving every damn moment of it.

   She twirled me with her tongue, occasionally biting down gently, nipping
and sucking, kissing and licking.  Sometimes she'd pull me out and jerk me
off as she sucked my balls into her mouth instead.  I thought at several
instances that I might blow my load just feeling her tongue kneading my
nuts in her mouth.  I was totally at her mercy and totally within her
control.  I loved the feeling on my balls and hoped that it would never
stop.  But when she was down there, I missed the sensation of her moist
mouth trying valiantly to take in as much of my length as possible.

   I didn't know it was possible for a woman to do this to a man.  To make
me feel this way.

   "Darlin," I said, using my favorite term in bed for a woman I'm fucking,
"You are giving me the best fucking blowjob of my life."

   She'd been blowing me for several long minutes by this point.  At my
words, she pulled away from my cock for a moment, giving me a couple
experimental jerks in the process, "I've had lots of practice baby.  But
you've got some of the best control I've ever seen in a man."

   I was totally high.  This was a fantasy of the highest order, but I was
loving this far too much to cum yet.  I still hadn't sampled my mother's
best friend's warm pussy yet.  And I told her so, pulling her up towards my
torso at the same time.

   Our lips met as I inclined my head forward to meet her face.  She was
warm and salty and I could taste my pre-cum on her lips, mixed with her
saliva.  This woman knew how to kiss, and so did I.  I didn't want to waste
a second of the opportunity.  Her perfect tits, squeezed against my chest.
She was so soft.  I fucking loved it.  We kissed and kissed and kissed some
more.

   "I really need you," I finally said desperately, breaking away from her
mouth for a second and losing my shorts and boxers, "I can't wait much
longer."

   In response Mrs.  Campbell pushed aside her bikini bottom, allowing me
access by exposing the opening to her pussy.  I couldn't see it, but I
could feel it.  Mrs.  Campbell was very wet for my young cock.  And I
couldn't wait to feel her from the inside out.

   I positioned my cock by feeling it rub against her flesh until it found
the opening that it was looking for.  My girth will make any but the most
experienced women feel tight, but her years of sex and having babies had
loosened her sufficiently so that I slipped inside balls deep fairly
quickly.  I penetrated her extremely well and her twat gave off these
fantastic slurping sounds as I violated her.  She was wet and I could feel
her slick juices coating the underside of my dick and dribbling down as one
drop in particular ran along my left nut.  I felt like I was a kid again
and losing my virginity to my brother's girlfriend for the first time.  I
was mad with desire and I thrust into her firmly with purpose, seeking to
make her pussy remember every second of my passing.

   I don't know how long Mrs.  Campbell had gone without sex, but she
remembered all the right moves.  And, man, could she work my cock with the
muscles of her pussy, squeezing and griping as I thrust.  I used my strong
hands and arms to roll her body over my cock at the same, grinding her
against me.

   I groaned again, hands firmly grabbing her hips.  I needed to watch my
pace; she was so fucking wet and tight.  I steadily raised her and lowered
her on my cock for a few minutes to prolong this fuck.  I knew I wouldn't
last long, not this first time.  I watched her face as she took me deep
into her hole.  Mrs.  Campbell threw her head back as she impaled herself
on me.  My hands were at her hips, lifting her up and down.  She was caught
my rhythm and continued to grind against me.  My lips attacked her breasts,
my tongue licking, my mouth sucking, and my teeth pulling.

   I growled my pleasure, and without dislodging my dick from her cunt, I
lifted her up with ease and laid her out on the other lounge chair, giving
me an opportunity to really pound into her.  I could hear the sounds of our
bodies slapping together and it excited me.

   "Yes, Marc!" she cried out, "Fuck me!"

   I pulled out of her, eager to prolong my orgasm and wanting to taste
that pussy and see it first hand.  I got down with her legs over my broad
shoulders and buried my face deep in her wet cunt.  My tongue dove deep
inside where my cock already knew the way.  I could see her swollen clit
and used my tongue to lap against it.

   "You smell so good, darlin," I told her earnestly.

   I felt her fingers running through my hair.  I could eat pussy like a
champion, and Lord was she ever finding that out.  I took my time.  My
tongue flicked leisurely, sometimes stabbing back into her and wiggling
inside her tight pussy as far as I could reach.

   I used my hands to spread her pussy lips wide and stroked my tongue from
her ass to her clit.

   "You're beautiful," I told her.

   She moaned loudly.

   "Please," she begged me.

   "That's it darling," I egged her on, "Beg me to fuck you and I will. 
Ask me to make you cum."

   "Please fuck me Marc!" she hollered, "Please, please, please!"

   I buried my face in her pussy again.  My tongue flicked across her clit
as I slid one thick, long finger deep inside her.  Her pussy felt so good.
Her hips started bucking.

   I finger fucked her.  And simultaneously my tongue flicked her clit,
occasionally moving over and between her pussy lips.  I nibbled her clit
and pussy lips, sucking them into my mouth.

   Mrs.  Campbell was having a very good time.  She was in it now.

   "Fuck!" she called out, "Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!"

   Her orgasm washed through her and out of again and, with my face buried
in her pussy, there was plenty of sweet juice to lap up.

   Afterwards I crawled back over her until my face was level with hers.  I
kissed her lips, letting her taste herself on my lips and tongue.  She
licked her own cream off of my chin.  She was too much and I couldn't hold
off any longer.  I settled into a position for a good fucking and
positioned my rod between her legs again.  I left my cock poised at her
hole and felt her pussy contracting as I plunged deep inside her.

   Mrs.  Campbell cried in ecstasy or a very good facsimile of it,
although, considering everything, I think it was the real thing.  I felt
her constricting around me, trying to hold me tight inside her.

   "You are so fucking great," I said.

   I was going to let this woman know what she'd been missing all these
years from her husband.  With determination I pulled almost all the way out
of her pussy before ramming back into her.  Each thrust was deep, and she
gasped.  Even I was panting at this point.  Mrs.  Campbell wrapped her
tight thighs high around my thrusting hips.  Her arms circled my waist,
trying to hold on for the ride, trying to hold me as close as possible.  I
could feel my balls slapping against her ass.

   "Faster baby!" she called in my ear, "Deeper!  Give me everything."

   I pulled away from the missionary position then and kneeled before her.
With my arms I pulled her into position to fuck her from this angle.  This
way I could watch her tits as they bounced with my every thrust.  And I
could use a hand to stimulate her clit once more.

   My balls churned just then and I plunged deep inside her and shouted out
my liberation as I shot a hot load deep inside my mother's best friend.

   Her body shuddered beneath me as my cock continued to explode within her
for several seconds.  Finally, I collapsed down on her, supporting my
weight so that I didn't crush her.  I felt her arms caress my back.

   "Oh, my word Marc," she said, "You don't know how much I needed that."

   "Good," I said, still feeling horny, "Because I'm not finished with you
yet."

   I paused for a moment looking deeply in her eyes.

   "So are you going in the water?" I asked, making reference to the nearby
pool.

   Mrs.  Campbell was so looking hot just then, wearing only her bikini
bottoms.  She ran her hands up and down my muscular chest and it was enough
to send tingles through my cock.

   "It's so nice right here," she replied.

   "Oh, yeah?" I asked, with a smile.  Feeling playful, I got up and
scooped her up in my arms.

   She let out a girl's squeal, smiling.

   "What are you doing?" she protested.

   I ran towards the pool leaping with her in my arms right into the water.
She squealed, clinging to me as we sank into the deep end.

   "Damn!" she cried, as we surfaced.

   The water felt very nice after our earlier fuck.  Mrs.  Campbell clung
to me, her arms were around my neck, and her legs were around my waist.  My
cock was semi-flaccid, but it was just so naturally big that it wedged
against her.

   "Why did you do that?" she asked me, smiling.

   I just smiled and let us quickly sink beneath the water, like our
parents used to do to us when we were kids.  When we came back up, Mrs. 
Campbell spit water at me laughing.

   "What's the matter with you?" she exclaimed.

   I was hornier than ever and she was looking hotter than ever, too.  Her
long hair was all wet and slicked back.  Her wet body was clinging to me
tightly.  My hands locked onto her beautiful ass on either side of her
bikini bottoms.  I kissed those soft lips.  She smiled again, and kissed me
back, opening her mouth for my tongue.  Hers darted inside my mouth, and
subconsciously she pressed her thinly covered crotch against my bulge.  Our
lips smacked loudly as we slowly broke the kiss.  I looked into her eyes
and saw nothing there but desire.

   "Let's go upstairs," I suggested, "I want to fuck your naked pussy in
your husband's bed."

   "Okay," she said, smirking.

   She clung to me as I lifted her out of the pool.  The triangle of her
bikini bottoms barely covered her ass!  My eyes scanned up her sexy legs,
and memories of those legs wrapped around me a few minutes ago filled my
mind.

   I was totally boning up watching her move.

   I pulled myself out of the pool as Mrs.  Campbell wrapped a towel around
herself.  Her ass shook nicely when she walked.  I was dying to hold it in
my hands while I drove my cock into her pussy.

   Her beautiful ass was like a metronome as I followed her into the house
like a puppy dog and up the stairs.  Her bikini bottom slid a little bit
more up the crack of her ass.  And I got very excited from such a cheap
thrill.

   She led the way inside her bedroom and I shut the door behind us.  I
stepped up to her, placing my hands on the sides of her slender waist. 
When I bent to kiss her she closed her eyes, lips parting.  Our lips
smacked again as I kissed her softly.  Then I kissed her again, pressing my
lips firmly against hers.  She opened her mouth and my tongue shot inside
as I ran my hands around behind her.  I found that my hand slid straight
into the back of her skimpy little bikini bottoms, sliding over the smooth
skin of her ass.  I squeezed her soft cheeks as her tongue darted far into
my mouth.  She pressed her body against me, and I felt my boner pressing
against her stomach.  I moved forward and forced her to take steps backward
towards the bed, but she was able to continue our kiss.

   She broke the kiss when she realized she could go no further and she got
on the bed, and I lay down beside her, my eyes locked on hers.  We were
lying on our sides, facing one another.  Both of us were breathing heavily,
clearly in need of what the other had to offer.

   I kissed her, and she kissed me back just as hard.  She swung her leg
over mine, her foot caressing the back of my legs.  I reached around her
and grabbed that soft, beautiful ass.  I ran my tongue along hers as my
hand squeezed her soft flesh under the material of her bikini.  As her
tongue darted deep into my mouth, I slipped my hand into the side of her
bikini bottoms.  My hand was able to hold most of her naked ass cheek, my
fingers resting comfortably along the crack of her ass.  I pulled her
closer to me, pressing my crotch against hers, wedging my big, thick
manhood against her cloth covered pussy.

   I slid my hand up her back to her shoulder.  Her breasts were exposed
and he sucked one of her brown nipples into my mouth.  She sighed and
placed one hand on the back of my head while the other one reached down in
between us.  She grabbed my rigid cock and squeezed it lustfully.  My
tongue was licking up and down over her erect nipple, as she began to
stroke me up and down passionately.

   My hand went around to her back, and my fingers fumbled with the strings
on her top.  She knew that he got it untied when she felt it loosen around
her.  He threw the tiny garment on the floor, and my lips again found hers.
My tongue shot into her mouth as her hand continued to stroke my mammoth
cock.

   I slipped my hand into her bikini, running my fingers in the hot
moisture of her pussy.  She sighed into my mouth when I touched her naked
hole.  Then I dipped a finger into Mrs.  Campbell's insatiable hole again.
She groaned again as one of my hands gripped her entire ass cheek as the
other ran up and down her wet slit, my finger still slightly penetrating
her.  She was forced to release my jock as our passion pulled our bodies
close together.  She was kissing me, loudly and sloppily and she began
grinding her pussy in my direction.

   I knew that she wanted me again badly.

   So I grabbed the sides of her skimpy bottoms, my hand leaving the
general area of her pussy as I did so.  I pulled downward, sliding the
petite things down off her ass and to her knees.  Breathing heavily, she
bent her knees, pulling her feet one by one out of the last remaining piece
of material that she was wearing.  Her pussy was now exposed to the air,
and my cock was sticking up at her.  She looked at me helplessly with her
eyes as her bikini bottoms dropped on the floor.  I kissed her so hard that
she rolled onto her back with the force.  I squeezed a leg in between hers
and she opened them wider so that I could climb on top of her.

   My cock was still sticking out and when I lay back down on top of her, I
could feel the length of my naked cock pressing against the wet lips of her
treasure.  Her pussy was so fucking hot against me that instinct was
overwhelming.  I broke our kiss and raised my body up.  Before I could grab
my cock, Mrs.  Campbell eagerly reached down in between us and wrapped her
fingers around it.  She aimed it downwards, running the mushroom head
against the lips of her cunt as she did so.  Her hand stopped at her
entrance, and she released me, preparing for absolute heaven.  I moved
without conscious thought, my fat head forcing open those pink lips and he
squeezing inside her as she moaned, arching her head back and closing her
eyes.  She had her head turned, and I began kissing her ear, cheek and neck
as I withdrew my shaft just an inch or two, thrusting forward again slowly.

   "Oh, God!" she gasped.

   She rested her bare feet on the back of my thighs, completely giving
herself to me.  I couldn't believe the contrast between the cool air
conditioning hitting my back and hot, wet tightness that I was sheathed in.
I continued kissing her cheek as I began fucking her in earnest, Mrs. 
Campbell thrashing about underneath me, and her hands roaming over my body.
I felt so incredible inside her, I felt so huge!

   Her pussy was just too hot I couldn't resist!  She arched her back
beneath me, gasping as I penetrated her deeper and deeper with each stroke.
It's like it wouldn't end!

   "Hot damn!" she sighed, as I fucked her as hard and as fast as I could,
drilling the poor woman into the bed.  I could feel my ass bouncing up and
down between her sexy legs, as her feet flailed above me.

   "Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!  Oh!" she cried rhythmically in my ear, in high
pitched moans as she took my quick thrusts deep inside her welcoming cunt
over and over.

   I was holding myself up on my arms as I screwed her, watching the
expression on her face.  Her beautiful tits were bouncing up and down with
every thrust.  I suddenly realized that I was about to lose it and I
couldn't control myself.  This woman seemed to have a knack for getting me
off.

   Mrs.  Campbell had closed her eyes, and I suspected that she was near an
orgasm, when I pulled my cock out of her cunt, watching it slide out from
between the flushed lips of her pussy.  It jerked wildly, firing a thick
wad of hot cum over her pussy and onto her gorgeous belly.  I squeezed my
dick, forcing more of my cum to drip out and add to the puddle that had
formed on her.  I collapsed beside her, gasping for breath.  Mrs.  Campbell
reached for a box of Kleenex beside her bed, grabbed a few, and wiped the
juice off her body.

   Man, I felt like a teenager unable to control myself.  And I had to
piss. After a few minutes, I went to the bathroom and when I came back,
Mrs. Campbell's bedroom eyes fixated on the things hanging down between my
legs.  She rolled to the edge of the bed as I approached.

   Noticing where her eyes were, I stepped up to the side of the bed, just
to see what she would do.  My cock, even in its current state, was pretty
large.  She reached up with her hand and wrapped her fingers around it,
raising herself up on one arm.  Her soft lips gently kissed the head, and I
began to respond.  Mrs.  Campbell opened her mouth and slowly slid her lips
over the tip, continuing on down the length of my hardening pole.  When she
pulled me out of her mouth my dick was coated with her saliva, and I
watched as she again took me into her mouth.  I was growing rapidly to full
hardness as she sucked up and down the top of my manhood.

   I caressed down the side of her body, running my hand over her warm skin
until he held her ass cheek.  Still watching her suck on my dick, I gave
her cheek a little squeeze.

   Her sucking grew louder as I ran my hand from her ass to the front of
her body.  She rolled the bottom half of her body onto her back a little,
parting her legs so that I could have access to her pussy.  My hand cupped
her pussy, and my finger gently tickled her swollen lips.

   She moaned around my cock as tingles of pleasure shot up my body.  I
dipped a finger inside her sopping wet pussy.  I couldn't get over how wet
she was!  She was definitely ready for more!

   I roughly pushed her onto her back, popping my dick out of her mouth in
the process.  Mrs.  Campbell passively watched as I swung a leg over her
head, her eyes still locked on my cock.  She eagerly grabbed the thick rod
and bent it down towards her mouth, devouring it.  At the same time, I bent
my head between her legs, wrapping my mouth around her delicious pussy. 
She moaned around my cock when she felt my tongue on her sensitive slit.

   I slipped my tongue in between the folds of her hot, wet pussy, licking
the juices from her walls.  She groaned again, her hands reaching down
between her thighs and holding my head there.  I began fucking her mouth,
instinctively thrusting my hips up and down.  I slid my hands underneath
her bare ass, holding her in place as buried my face between her sexy
thighs.  I twisted my tongue as fast as he could up and down the sensitive
lips of her hole.  She continued moaning.

   Suddenly, I clamped my mouth around the top of her pussy, sucking her
clit inside at the same time.  I rapidly ran my tongue back and forth
across it.  Knowing from the girl who'd taught me this trick that bolts of
pleasure would be shooting up her body.  Like magic she began to writhe
violently up into my face.  She was losing it!

   My cock came free of her mouth, as she cried out, "Oh, yeah!  Oh, yeah!
I'm cumming.  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!"

   She rubbed her pussy hard against my face, her hands holding me between
her thighs so tight that I couldn't dream of escaping.  Finally, after
convulsions, her hands released me, and I rolled off of her.  She lay
panting beside me, a big smile on her face.  I spun around and gave her a
kiss on her cheek, lying on my back beside her, holding my cock in the air
expectantly.  She looked my soldier standing at attention and then turned
to me excitedly, her mouth searching.  Her lips found mine and her tongue
eagerly entered into my mouth.  As she kissed me greedily, she swung her
athletic let over my torso, quickly straddling me in the process.  She
raised her ass up in the air, her pussy waiting to be penetrated.  Still
kissing me, she reached underneath her and grabbed my cock, lifting it so
that my head was touching her needy hole.  She pushed downward excitedly,
the lips of her vagina opening up and swallowing me inside.

   Mrs.  Campbell moaned as she sank down, eyes closed, breaking the kiss.
I grabbed on to her ass cheeks with both hands and pulled her downward, at
the same time thrusting up.  We both moaned in unison and she bent over
until her lips again found mine.  As we frenched, my hands held her ass
down against me tightly, keeping my cock buried inside her welcoming hole.
But that wasn't enough for this woman.  Mrs.  Campbell began to slide her
slick pussy up and down my long, hard shaft.  She broke our kiss, sweeping
her long hair out of her face before bending to kiss me again.  I squeezed
her ass tightly, while my other hand now caressed up and down her smooth
back.  I could not help but drive my dick up into the air to meet each and
every one of her slow downward thrusts.  Her pussy was so hot and tight
around me that I couldn't stop myself from again fucking upwards a little
faster.  I needed more.  As the pace continued to increase, my other hand
latched back onto her other ass cheek, holding her in place as I began to
take over.

   Her groans became high pitched and carried as my cock began to piston in
and out of her pussy even faster.  I was jack hammering up into her pussy
faster and faster and all she could do was brace herself and take it,
moaning.

   Then her pussy convulsed around my cock, and I felt her greasy fluid
spill out around my shaft as she cried out to God.  She writhed around me
as I continued to drill her.  Then when she was finished she fell on me,
hugging me close as she lost all of her strength.

   I placed my hands on her waist and lifted her up in the air, setting her
down beside me on her knees as if she was nothing but a doll.  She remained
on her hands and knees passively, still catching her breath as I scrambled
to my knees behind her.  There was that ass.  Visions of that beautiful ass
haunted my mind.  Visions of her in her bikini.  And now, there it was,
naked and directly in front of me.  My eyes slowly traveled up her body. 
From the bottoms of her feet on up the smooth skin of her sexy legs.  When
my glance reached her amazing thighs, I felt myself reach the peak of my
desire.  I placed my hands on her gorgeous bottom and bent down.  I kissed
her left cheek, spreading both a little as I moved to kiss her right one.
Her asshole was now totally exposed, as well as the lips of her pussy that
lay underneath.  I bent lower and kissed those tantalizing pussy lips,
sucking them into my mouth every time.

   "Oh, Marc!" she cried, but she remained passively on her hands and knees
as I sucked her.

   Mrs.  Campbell parted her legs a little wider for me, granting me full
access.  Her pussy was actually dripping.  And I slipped my tongue inside,
tasting her as I pressed my face between her the cheeks of her ass. 
Finally I pulled back, unable to take any more.  I straightened up behind
her and positioned myself behind her.

   I ran my think jock down the crack of her ass until I felt the succulent
dampness of her pussy.  She was so wet that she sucked me inside a little
with ease.  I placed my hands on either side of her hips, holding her
steady.  Then I pushed forward roughly.

   She groaned with pleasure as I forced most of myself all the way inside
her little pussy in one stroke.  I held her tightly, pushing forward,
physically making her cunt take the rest of my cock.

   "You are so big, baby," she moaned.

   I could have made a similar comment about the tightness of her pussy,
considering that she was the mother of four children and in her late
forties.  But who wanted to talk?  I was feeling way too damn fine and all
I wanted to fuck the shit out of her!

   Holding onto her, I slowly eased out of her, watching her lips pull
outwards along with my cock.  Then suddenly I slammed back into her,
causing the cheeks of her stunning ass to shake.  Then I began a rhythm,
sliding in and out of her, immediately taking on a furious pace.  We slap,
slap, slapped against each other, my balls hitting her ass and the sounds
of sex resounded throughout the room.

   I fucked her as fast and as hard as I could from behind.

   Mrs.  Campbell continued to moan each time I penetrated her.  I was
feeling incredible, this woman was just too fucking hot!  She fell forward
onto the bed, and I quickly slipped out of her.  But she quickly rolled
onto her back, spreading her gorgeous legs wide and offering me her tight
little pussy.  Her feet were in the air and I grabbed onto one in each
hand, holding them higher and spreading her legs wider as I positioned
myself between them.  I impatiently entered her again, thrusting forward.

   She grunted and arched her head back.  It felt amazing!  I began sliding
in and out of her pussy, thrusting quickly as I was nearing the point of no
return.  Then suddenly I was losing it!  A few more thrusts and I was
pulling my cock out of her pussy.

   My cock spasmed, shooting a stream of white fluid across her stomach. 
Gasping for breath, she opened her eyes and watched me cum on her naked
body.  When the last of my juice fired out the end, I released her feet and
fell to the bed to lie against her.  We kissed softly for a few minutes,
trying to catch our breath.

   "Chris?" a masculine voice hollered from beneath us, "Are you home?"

   "Shit," said Mrs.  Campbell, momentarily startled, "He's home.  You
better get back to your room."

   I groaned, "I left my clothes back downstairs," I said wearily.

   "Don't worry about it," she said, giving me a quick kiss, "He never goes
out by the pool."

   I got up to hurry to my room buck naked, cock slapping between my legs.
I had only just gotten the door closed and walked over to my suitcase to
grab some clothes when I heard a knock on the door.  Mr.  Campbell entered
without waiting for an invitation.

   "Oh, sorry," he said finding me in my apparent state of undress.

   My back was to him so he couldn't see my half hard cock pointing out.

   "Ummm," I stuttered, looking behind me at him over my shoulder.  "I was
getting ready to take a shower," I said unable to think of anything else.

   "I thought you and the girls could just go out to dinner tonight before
you go hit the bars," he said smiling, "I was hoping that I might have some
alone time with my wife.  We don't get that very often."

   "Sure, no problem," I said, "That'd be great."

   "Good," he said, "Well, I'll let you get on with it."

   Christ, I thought, that was a close one.  I wasn't exactly sure how I
would have explained to this man, who was old enough to be my father, that
I'd just fucked his hot wife six ways from Sunday in his own bed.

   I only hoped that Mrs.  Campbell was quick to cover the rest of our
tracks.

   * * *

   When I'd gotten out of the shower, I found my shorts, tank top and boxer
neatly folded on the end of the bed.  Apparently she had rescued them, and
us, from imminent capture by the enemy.  I found this whole situation very
amusing and very erotic.  I mean when you are a thirteen year old boy you
have fantasies about women.  Mrs.  Campbell, I am not ashamed to say, had
certainly been one of them.  Although the summer I had turned thirteen,
which was ten months before I lost my own virginity, I clearly had not seen
her as anything more than a dream lover for the occasional jack off
session. Now I was a man grown.  Not just that, but a man of significant
experience with a contingent of satisfied women stretching from the
eventful moment when I'd fucked Kelley Sue, through college and a stay in
Los Angeles, and now going global in the Marines.  I will brag and say that
by this time I was easily in the triple digits as far as sex partners went.
Hell I was well into the double digits while I was still in high school. 
I'm a sex fiend.  I can't help myself.  But this experience had been
something altogether different.  This was a special fantasy.  A really old
fantasy.  And she was a hot fantasy.  I can safely say that I haven't had a
lot of older women, that is to say significantly older women.  Though for
her age Mrs.  Campbell oozed mature sex appeal and, as I've said before, I
could only hope my future wife was still as attractive at that age.

   I worked my way downstairs and Mr.  and Mrs.  Campbell where there
drinking beers, one of which they offered me, and which I gladly accepted.
Mrs.  Campbell had a glow about her that made her look twenty years
younger. A fuck does a body good apparently.  Having had a much younger and
perhaps more virile young man had maybe given her a much needed boost to
her sagging self confidence.

   We chatted for a bit.  Jeremy was still working and had plans.  The
girls would be coming home shortly, except for Jenna of course, who was
going to be with the other debs doing Lord knows what.  So I was stuck with
husband and wife for a while, which of course for me was as awkward as
hell. How do you sit down and have a beer with a man whose wife you just
clandestinely fucked, with her still in the room, while maintaining a
straight face?  I tell it made not want to have any affairs when I got
married.

   Still things were civil and Mrs.  Campbell was so doting that it
bordered on the absurd.  I'm sure she felt she was overcompensating.  I
just wanted to fuck her again and I was having a hard time keeping my eyes
where they should be.

   We were standing around the kitchen.  Apparently Mrs.  Campbell had
given everyone the night off.  I breathed a sigh of relief when the phone
rang and Mr.  Campbell decided to take it in his office.  We could hear his
voice carrying from the other room and I had a bright idea.  Actually it
was a hard idea.

   I so wanted this woman again.

   "Marc, what are you doing?" she urgently whispered to me as I pushed her
against the sink and spun her around to enter her doggy style, "Greg is in
the other room."

   "Chris," I murmured in her ear, "You clearly need to be fucked again."

   She audibly moaned when she heard me unzip my fly behind her.  I pulled
out my cock, which quickly grew in my palm.  I jacked myself a few times to
harden up, but it really wasn't necessary.  The illicit nature of our
activity had me growing long and hard all by itself.

   I lifted up the back of her skirt and found that she'd gone commando.

   "You aren't wearing any panties you dirty slut," I murmured in her ear.

   "It's all for you," she whispered back.

   I realized that there wasn't a lot of time, so I didn't spend what I had
of it on preliminaries.  She was very wet and I fed my cock to her hungry
pussy with ease, stroking in and out with a pleasant eagerness, picking up
speed as I went.

   She was braced against the counter and was doing everything within her
power to keep from shouting out her pleasure and giving us away.  The only
real noise in the room was the audible slapping noise my cock made when it
entered her pussy, but it wasn't loud enough to be heard by her husband in
the other room.

   I was really feeling this and reached up around in front of this woman
to feel her tits through her blouse.  She had such a wonderful pussy.  I
didn't know from experience, but it seemed amazing for a woman this old and
I couldn't figure out why Mr.  Campbell didn't want to make use of it more
often.

   Suddenly there was silence from Mr.  Campbell's office and I stopped
thrusting momentarily.

   Then Mr.  Campbell called out, "Hey, Chris!"

   I started thrusting again slowly.

   She was having a hard time articulating.

   "Yes?" she half cried, half yelled.

   "Do you want tickets to see Carmen at the opera in two weeks?  Chad can
get us some seats if you want to go."

   Just then I started really pounding her and she bit her lip to keep from
screaming.  Finally she managed a weak, "Yes."

   "What?" he hollered from the other room, "I can't hear you."

   "Yes," she cried out, "Yes!  Yes!  God damn it, yes!"

   I actually had to laugh, but I was not ready to cum and we didn't have
enough time for me to finish.  I stroked her for a little while longer, but
I could hear that Mr.  Campbell's conversation was winding down.  I pulled
out, with a very audible sound, leaving her pussy with a huge void, and
stuffed my python back into my jeans.

   "Fuck!" she moaned, "Don't stop now."

   In response I stuck two fingers from my right hand into her pussy and
finger fucked her for a few seconds as I said, "Fuck your husband you dirty
bitch."

   I used so much effort that I almost lifted her off the ground with my
hand.

   "I may have to," she grunted miserably.

   She let out a long moan and I quickly moved away from her and back
towards the fridge around the kitchen island.  This was partly to hide my
boner and partly to avoid being totally obvious.  I was careful to make
sure that Mrs.  Campbell's skirt fell back down to cover her naked ass.

   Mr.  Campbell sauntered into the room looking very pleased with himself.
Mrs.  Campbell was still in the same position I'd left her earlier, trying
to collect herself.

   "Chrissy are you all right?" he asked.

   After a pregnant pause she said, "I think the pool should be cleaned
Greg, don't you?"

   She was gazing at the pool from where she'd been standing.  Mr. 
Campbell grabbed his beer and came up next to her.

   "Probably," he said, taking a swig.

   As he did so, he clearly grabbed his wife's ass and gave it a firm
squeeze.  He had to be aware that I was standing right there with a full
view of everything.  So it was, in my opinion, a territorial move
calculated to let the younger male in the house know his place, especially
as I'd expressed an interest in his wife, no matter how clearly in passing.
He probably was trying to reassert some of his alpha masculinity.

   If he only knew where my cock had just been.

   I was saved from any further peril by the timely arrival of Elizabeth
and Melanie.

   "Are you ready to go Marc?" asked Melanie boisterously, "We just need a
minute to change and we can head out."

   "Anytime," I said, calmly, "Oh, and by the way, I invited Dave Roberts
to join us.  I hope you don't mind?  He was all by himself tonight."

   Melanie positively licked her lips as I mentioned Dave, her face
glowing. Elizabeth gave me a quizzical look, but smiled and said, "The more
the merrier."

   The girls went upstairs to change.  Mr.  Campbell had a sour look on his
face.  I knew that would get his goat, the old bastard.  For some reason he
had it out for Dave Roberts although I had no clear idea why.  But I wasn't
feeling Christian enough at that moment to let him know that Dave Roberts
had no designs on his daughter.

   Or at least not the daughter he was worried about.

   * * *

   After meeting up with Dave, we were enjoying an evening of sightseeing
and had a particularly excellent dinner.  The night fell hot and sticky and
as we walked along the boardwalk my cotton shirt had become stuck to my
body like a second skin.  The girls were both wearing dresses that clung
suggestively to their bodies.

   It was Elizabeth's idea to go to the bar down by the wharf.

   Only Dave was under the age of twenty-one but the smart bugger had a
fake ID with him, so it didn't slow us down any.  It was a good time,
playing pool and flirting.  Even Elizabeth seemed to lighten up and she
brushed against me on more than one occasion, although after an afternoon
of rocking sex with her mother I could afford to play it cool.  Dave hung
pretty close to Melanie and although he wasn't trying to be obvious, he did
grab her ass a couple times.  She remained unfazed by his bold gestures.

   We'd thrown back quite a few longnecks and, surveying the bottles lined
up in front of me, I heard the call of nature.

   "I gotta take a piss ladies," I said, "Please do excuse me for a
minute."

   "I'll come with you man," said Dave.

   "I don't need you to hold it for me," I said laughing and punching Dave
on the shoulder.

   We'd gotten quite close in the matter of a couple hours, Dave and I.  He
was my kinda dude.  Total frat boy.  Total player.

   I was washing my hands when he came up next at the sink after his turn
at the urinal.

   "So, man," he said, "Do you have any money?"

   "Why dude?" I asked.

   "We're gonna need some condoms," he said matter of factly.

   "What the fuck?" I asked him, "I know you're probably in with Melanie,
but there's no fucking way.  I've known these girls my whole life.  Besides
you said Elizabeth was like ice."

   "Maybe," he said, "But trust me on this bro.  Chalk it up to global
warming, but we're gonna need some raincoats."

   I thought he was totally off his head.  But I humored him and put some
money in the condom dispenser near the doorway.  He insisted we get enough
to be fully covered, so I stuffed several in my pocket and handed him the
rest.

   "You're dreaming dude," I said as we walked out of the bathroom.

   But I changed my mind when we returned to the table.  As we came up
behind the girls, they were finishing a conversation.

   "He's how big?" asked Elizabeth in a bewildered tone.

   "And thick too," said Melanie, "I can still feel him inside me."

   "And he can bone?" asked Elizabeth incredulously.

   "Oh, yes!" said Melanie with a deep satisfaction.

   "Hey," I said, coming up behind Melanie, "What're y'all talking about?"

   "This incredible lay that Mel had last night."

   "So I wasn't dreaming?" I asked her a little stunned.

   "Why did you ever think that?" she asked me, and proceeded to lean over
and give me a long open mouth kiss on the lips.

   Dave let out a little whoop and someone at a table near us suggested
none too politely that we get a room.

   "We've come a long way since we were kids Marc," said Elizabeth, after
I'd pulled my mouth away from her sister, licking her sweetness off my
lips.

   "I've had Peter," she continued, "And now I think you're old enough to
take out for a test drive."

   Melanie looked very pleased with herself.  She sat next to her sister
grinning like the Cheshire cat.

   "When did you fuck my brother?" I asked Elizabeth, still tasting the
sweetness of Melanie on my lips.

   "In your grandmother's house the day everyone went on that tour of the
French Quarter.  Everyone was away except for us.  He took my cherry and I
took his."

   She had a faraway look in her eyes as she said it.  And I vaguely
remembered the details of a hazy afternoon years before in New Orleans.  It
was interesting to note that my brother had been fifteen when he'd lost his
virginity, a year and a half older than me.  And the asshole had never told
me about it!  Wow, there were all kinds of skeletons in this family's
closet and in mine.

   "He wasn't very good," she continued, "But then again neither was I.  We
were young.  But what he lacked in experience he made up for in size.  I
haven't found a cock that big since.  And believe me, I've been looking."

   "It's been very disappointing," agreed Melanie sympathetically, "But
don't worry cause you'll get one tonight.  Marc inherited all the right
genes.  Isn't that right Marc?"

   I nodded at her, smirking, "And where did you plan on doing this little
deed?" I asked.

   "At a hotel of course," said Elizabeth, "I booked us a room earlier."

   I looked askance at Dave and he looked back at me as if to say `I told
you so'.

   "Okay," I said, "I hope I can live up to your expectations.  It's been a
long day and I don't know what I've got left to give."

   "She got to you, didn't she?" said Melanie suddenly in disgust, "That
fucking bitch."

   "Who?" I asked sweetly.

   "Our fucking mother," said Elizabeth, "Don't bother to deny it, it's
written right across your face."

   I looked at Dave again.

   "I told you she's a mother I'd like to fuck," he said, all shit eating
grin, "Fuck over and over and over again."

   "You've nailed Mrs.  Campbell?" I asked him somewhat shocked to realize
that I'd fallen for a routine earlier.  But not really minding that much.

   "Shit, man," he said, putting his arm around Melanie, "Everyone but Mr.
Campbell has been fucking Mrs.  Campbell."

   "I bet she found you very appealing," said Elizabeth, her hand reaching
down to boldly massage my package, "Especially after Melanie told her how
much fun she'd had the night before.  That must have been very romantic
Marc.  Waking up in the middle of the night with a cocksucker working your
dick like that.  Melanie and I flipped a coin, but the dirty little slut
won.  I've never had a Marine before and I want to see if your cock is as
hard as the rest of you."

   She was making no effort at this point to keep from touching me.  She
was particularly interested in my biceps and I suspected she had a thing
for guys who had big guns.  Mine were about eighteen inches stone cold.

   "Well knock me over with a feather," I said, "I've got to visit y'all
more often."

   Dave kissed Melanie and Elizabeth kissed me.  Despite having cum three
times earlier, I felt my dick start to respond, especially with the extra
special attention it was receiving from Elizabeth's hand.  I just prayed my
stamina would hold out for a few more hours.

   "So," I said, "I have just one question."

   "What's that?" asked Melanie, pulling away from Dave.

   "What the hell are we waiting for?"

   The bill was paid in record time and the waitress got a pretty big tip
from me.  We headed to a nearby hotel along the beach.  It wasn't exactly
four stars, but it served the purpose for which it was required.

   There was a radio in the room and one of the girls put on music from one
of the hipper stations.  Melanie got up and started dancing with Elizabeth.
There was a very sensual beat to the song.  Dave and I held back at first,
but started dancing with the girls.  He spooned up behind Melanie and I
wedged myself behind Elizabeth.  The girls faced each other and started
moving together, with us still behind them, running their hands over each
other's bodies.  Elizabeth pulled off her dress and Melanie began taking
off hers too.  Then to my pleasure they both undid the other's bras,
letting Melanie's massive tits spill down in front of her.  Elizabeth's
were full and firm, but more petite.

   The girls started kissing one another and, with each of us guys still
close behind, but not so close we couldn't get a clear view of the show,
slipped their panties down around their ankles until they were standing
gracefully naked.  Entwined together they started french kissing each
other. Boner city man!  Elizabeth took control and pushed Melanie to the
floor, moving her body so that they were in a sixty-nine position with
Elizabeth on all fours on top.  Elizabeth's tongue darted in and out of
Melanie's cunt.  Melanie meanwhile had thrust her head up into Elizabeth's
pussy, using her hands to pull it closer to her face.  I heard a zipper and
looked over to see Dave had pulled his average dick out of his pants.

   I thought that was an excellent idea and I reached down to massage my
own bulge.

   Elizabeth had started fingering her sister who was letting out squeals
of delight between her own mouthfuls of perfectly shaved pussy.  The girls
worked hard get each other off and, after a couple minutes, when they were
clearly finished they lay on the floor groping one another's bodies.

   "You girls are so fucking hot," I said.

   They looked up with intense eyes.  I think it was the first time that
they even realized we were still there.  Elizabeth was on fire and she
crawled over to me, sniffing around my crotch, moving her head like a
cobra. I unzipped my pants and pulled out my massive dick as her eyes lit
up like fairy land taking in the object presented to her.  She wasted no
time and dove right in to the task at hand, taking me into her mouth,
determined to get in as much of my flesh as possible.

   Melanie followed her sister's example and I watched as she took Dave's
prick into her mouth.  I was very excited and Elizabeth, like her mother,
really knew her stuff.  I paused her for a minute so I could undo my belt
and slip my pants and boxers further down for better access.  Dave was
making grunting sounds and I turned to see him spew his load.  Melanie
moved in to lick up every drop.  Elizabeth worked her tongue up and down my
shaft licking my balls, furiously trying to take me all in.  I started to
thrust at her.  I pushed her head down and she placed my big mushroom head
in her mouth, sucking to get to the creamy center.  I'd already cum several
times though, so my control was excellent.

   Melanie got up and went to the large king size bed.  It was the only one
in the room.

   Elizabeth, getting up to follow, turned to me and said, "Why don't you
boys come on over?"

   I got up and took off my pants and my shirt.  Dave almost fell over
himself in his haste to undo his shirt buttons.  We got our condoms out for
good measure as well.

   Elizabeth had spread her legs open for me and I moved up onto the bed,
pausing to play with her pussy.  I used my index finger to fuck in and out
of dampening cunt.  She made these little chirpy noises as I used my thumb
to massage her clit at the same time.

   Dave was eating out Melanie, his tongue on an exploratory mission.  I
could feel Elizabeth finally tighten around my intense finger fucking and
felt an explosion of wetness.  She had most definitely cum.  In her desire,
Elizabeth began sucking on Melanie's tits lying next to her, working them
in her fingers.  I couldn't believe my incredible luck today.  Dinner and a
show.  Melanie reached out with her hand to stoke my iron hard cock, while
Elizabeth moved her hand up and down on Dave's.  The tension was getting
stronger and I felt like I couldn't withstand the throbbing pressure in my
balls any longer.

   Pulling her away from Melanie, I grabbed Elizabeth with and lifted her
with predatory intent and set her on the bed, motioning for her lie face
down on the bed.  Her lovely ass stuck up in front of me and she gave a
little shriek playfully at this show of raw masculine power.  Melanie,
however, took the upper hand with her man.  She already had Dave in some
kind of sexual thrall.  With her hand she pushed him onto his back as if he
weighed nothing at all, and lying there she climbed up on top of him and
guided his stiff rod to a position vertical with her waiting pussy.  She
wasted no time in helping herself to his stiff prick, as she shank down,
slowly lowering herself down his length, moaning with pleasure as she made
the descent.  Dave was a man who knew what he liked and he grabbed his
woman by the waist and helped her move up an down his boner like the piston
of an engine.

   It was fucking hot watching them.

   I turned my attention to the waiting ass in front of me and pulled it up
and closer to where I stood near the edge of the bed, so that I could
penetrate her.  Then I rubbed my dick into the flesh of that expectant
pussy, teasing her as she had teased me earlier.

   "I know you want this hard cock," I said to her, "Let me hear you ask
for it.  Beg me for a couple inches.  I know you like this hard cock better
than you like pussy."

   "Oh, fuck!" she moaned, "I want your big fucking cock, Marc.  Pretty
please, with sugar on top.  I need you to fuck me with that thing until I
can't see straight."

   I wedged the entrance of that long, thick rod into the moist opening of
her pussy and then when I heard her gasp, as I began to stretch her wide, I
forcefully slammed into that hole, not stopping until I had forced my
entire length into her wet snatch in one go.  My balls were hanging very
low, and they slapped against her clit from underneath.  I pulled all the
way out and slammed into her again.  And again.  And again.  And again,
wanting the feeling of her tight, young pussy to sheath my long thick cock.
My balls were now hitting her clit in a rhythmic fashion.

   Then I glanced over at Dave in ecstasy with his dream girl, and watched
him as Melanie rode up and down his shaft.

   "Fuck me!" he commanded her, "Fuck me, bitch, fuck me!"

   "More, Marc!" Elizabeth hollered out to me immediately after, "I need it
harder!"

   I looked down at her.  I was fucking her with almost ten inches of some
of the thickest cock around.  I had been more concerned with hurting her,
than anything else.  But I could go harder.

   "You want me to fuck you like this?" I asked her.

   I started lifting her body with each really potent thrust.

   "Oh, yeah...." she moaned.

   My finger moved down to rub Elizabeth's asshole as it winked up at me
from above the spot where my cock was ramming her tight pussy.  I suspected
that she would be even tighter in that hole than her pussy was.  And I saw
the white juices streaked on my condom.  It looked pretty shiny and lubed
up.  He who hesitates is lost and I didn't want to worry about her telling
me I couldn't, so without waiting I slipped out of her sodden pussy and
positioned myself at her back door, then I pushed in past her tight
sphincter.

   "What the fuck?" queried Elizabeth in a mixture of pleasure and pain,
mostly pain though.

   I gave it everything I had, but there was just no way.  My cock was way
too thick for that and even with serious effort only a quarter of my length
slipped inside that tight hole.

   "Damn!" I told her, "Your ass is sooooo tight."

   "Go slower," she begged.

   I worked my rod back and forth, but I could only make it in about half
way with the lube that I had.  She was amazingly tight and the pressure
stopped me completely.  I suspected that no one had violated her there yet.
I pulled out and move back to her cunt, need to be inside something that
would sheath more of my dick.

   Next to me Dave flipped Melanie onto her back.

   "You wanna try some of this pussy?" he asked me.

   "Sure," I replied.

   So we pulled out of our respective women, trading places with each
other. Melanie lay there on her back waiting for me and Elizabeth's cunt
hung lonesome in the air with the gaping hole I had left there.

   Melanie's cunt looked as good as I remembered it.

   My jock was long and hard and coated with Elizabeth's juices as I
muscled my erection in line with the hole that Dave had left for me.  I
hope he had gotten her nice and loose for me.  From the tip of my dick all
the way down she brought back all those loving feelings from the night
before, and I found that my hard shaft filled her void like I was born to
be there.  As I moved her legs up and over my shoulders so that I could get
even closer, I watched those gorgeous tits roll around on her chest.

   My balls felt good and there was a lot of joy in my stick.  I wanted to
cum so badly.  I could feel my sack tighten and my dick felt like it was
going to break that pussy apart.  When I came it was like a rifle shooting
into her again and again.

   But I didn't have enough juice in me at that moment to cum.

   Dave was still going too, pounding into Elizabeth's pussy.

   "Flip her over man," I requested.

   Dave looked at me.

   "Dude!" I said again, more assertively.

   The man reluctantly felt compelled to do as I asked.  And Elizabeth
climbed onto his engorged dick, dangling vacantly in his lap.

   I pulled out of Melanie, but she quickly moved over and planted herself
firmly over Dave's face.  With her pussy there, Dave had no choice but to
lap at her soaking wet lips, eating her with abandon.  It didn't appear to
be any great hardship for him.

   My attention had returned to where they began, which was Elizabeth's
tight little asshole, and how good it would feel stretched around my dick.

   There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity.

   I'd gone too far to back down now.  My cock was there at the entrance to
her asshole.  Dave had not yet had the opportunity to really begin
thrusting again.  I pressed into Elizabeth, which forced her to move closer
to Dave's chest, but my dick was still too big and she was still just too
tight.

   I pulled away from them to consider my options.

   Dave began thrusting, his head still buried under Melanie.  And
Elizabeth began to move her ass up and down, guiding Dave into her pussy
with each stroke.  I watched him move satisfyingly in that tight hole and I
wanted some of her real bad.  I was feeling quite frustrated that I
couldn't get a piece of her ass.  Finally unable to wait for a pussy, I
moved back towards Elizabeth's, which was servicing Dave, and I pushed my
dick near his and started stroking against him in earnest, fighting for
room in that tight wet hole.  Dave couldn't react with Melanie on top of
him, so I maneuvered until I forced my way in.  Dave accepting the
inevitable started to time his thrusts to match mine and ever so smoothly I
got what I wanted.  At first we alternated in her pussy, me entering her,
and then Dave, until we managed to stretch her enough to get both our cocks
inside, filling her more completely than she'd ever been before.

   Her cum had thoroughly coated my dick and I pulled out and went back to
her ass to try one last time.

   I thrust inside at first two inches, but this was familiar territory. 
Then with a loud groan, I pushed inside to about four, shoving harder than
before.  I could feel Dave through her membrane.  Using my finger to
collect more of her juices, I started using it to further coat my cock at
is moved in and out.  Finally, my first six inches were inside, and then at
last seven.

   Almost there.

   I thrust harder, and Elizabeth actually screamed in agony.  Then I was
in, fighting the muscles of her ass with every stroke determined to have
her all.

   Dave had gotten very aroused when both of us had been filling her pussy,
which I think caused him to loose his very otherwise good control.  And I
have to admit that rubbing against another guy's dick really pushes me over
the edge too.  Dave came in Elizabeth's cunt, actually thrusting so hard as
he came that he lifted her up so that my cock fell out of her ass.  Eager
to pick up the tempo I pushed it back in.  Dave's cock remained lodged in
her pussy, because he couldn't pull out with me hammering her ass and
Melanie on top of him.

   Finally, I pulled out to let him up.

   As I stood there, my mind considered all of the delightful possibilities
of such a body, I grew harder.  Melanie, smartly, came up to me then and
got down onto her knees in front of me.  She took her hands and took off my
condom to work my shaft, while she used her tongue to lick at my balls.  It
was probably time for a new one anyways.  Then she proceeded to give me the
best blowjob she knew how, working my shaft, sucking on the tip, sliding as
much of me down her throat as she could manage.  The girl did know her
stuff.  I closed my eyes to enjoy the feeling of her warm wet tongue on my
johnson, feeling the sweep of her long blonde hair as it brushed against my
legs.

   Elizabeth was lying there, stretched back luxuriously.  In a hurry to
get to her pussy, Dave stroked and lubricated himself as he slipped the
rubber down his shaft.  He turned Elizabeth over so that she was on her
knees; her ass was stuck up, waving in the air.  Using the flat of his
hand, he first gave her a light slap across the backside, teasingly, and
then used the fingers of both hands to massage her freshly fucked holes. 
She looked back in his direction, longingly, begging to be fucked.  He
pulled apart her cheeks exposing her pussy to his hungry cock and
positioned himself at her hole.  She moaned with his touch, waiting,
looking back at him again with that look that said so much.  Then with
aching slowness he entered her.  When he was buried inside, he took his
hands and placed them on her hips to guide her.  Then slowly he moved back
and forth inside her, releasing her hips once she had gotten into a rhythm
of fucking him back.

   On his knees, his ass muscles clenched as he jack hammered her pussy,
plowing into her, sometimes grabbing her hips again when he couldn't help
himself.

   She started to moan quite loudly and he started to grunt.  Her pussy
made some of the customary farting sounds as the air between his mighty
thrusts escaped her lips around his cock.

   Then he sort of leaned over her, arching his chest against her back, so
that he could cup her breasts into both of his hands.

   Watching him thrust just got me harder than ever before.

   "Melanie," I said, "It's my turn to fuck you."

   She got up, some of her saliva still clinging to my iron shaft.  She
grabbed a condom from the table and said, "Well then I guess we'll be
needing this."

   She slipped it down my shaft with practiced ease.

   Dave flipped Elizabeth over so that she was facing him, and he paused
for a moment to eat her pussy again.

   Once my prick was ready to play, Melanie wasted no time in climbing on
top of me and positioning herself above me.  Then our fucking began in
earnest, her bouncing down onto my lap and me thrusting back against her
open pussy.  She began to really enjoy the way I filled her up and the way
I tried to alternate my strokes to give her different sensations.  With my
hands I grabbed firmly onto her ass, to help steer her and control her
rocking movements to give her the most pleasure ride possible.

   Looking over at Dave for a minute I saw that he had continued his work
in Elizabeth's cunt, positioning her back against the bed and placing one
of the pillows under the small of her back.  Still on his knees, as when he
was fucking her doggy style, he slipped into her this way, face up.  I
watched as he leaned over her, then on his hands and knees, his thrusting
even more intense than it had been earlier.  He leaned his head down and
they began french kissing intermittently between his more serious bouts of
thrusting.

   Then Melanie said, "Marc, give it to me as hard as you can.  I want to
feel your big cock slam into me."

   Without much warning I flipped Melanie over onto her back, temporarily
forcing the air from her lungs.  She looked up at me surprised, but also
pleased.  Apparently she liked it rough.  I pulled her one leg over my
shoulder and half kneeling on the bed I proceeded to give her the hardest
pounding of her young life.  I mean this chick wasn't going to be able to
walk easy tomorrow.

   She moaned and groaned in response to my thrusts.  I could feel the
spasming of her pussy lips and knew she was enjoying herself; it was only a
matter of time before she came all over my cock.  We were like this for a
long time.  Sometimes in my haste I would pull out too far and when I
thrust back against her it would be against the outside of her pussy lips
rather than inside her.

   Dave was really getting off on all this.  He was watching me and
Elizabeth was watching me.  It was the weirdest thing.  Their eyes traveled
to my tight ass, as my muscles clenched powerfully on each thrust.  I was
enjoying it.  I was enjoying them.  And it was making me harder than ever.

   I felt my balls start to churn in that slow steady pleasure you feel
before you spill your seed, but still, even enveloped in the velvet grip of
her pussy I couldn't get over the hill.  Every time I thought I was going
to pop, the feeling would subside and it would just be me thrusting again.

   Melanie, meanwhile, was working to her own orgasm and was not to be
denied.  She grabbed the muscles of my shoulders and hung on like she was
bucking a bronco.  My thrusts were no longer steady and were coming fast,
hard and jagged.

   Dave had cum collapsing onto the bed with Elizabeth as the two engaged
in some post-coital coupling.

   My cock was feeling the pull from Melanie's tight snatch.  Her arched
back and long low moan were enough to convince me that she'd reached
whatever orgasm she might have been good for at that point.  It only took
me a matter of twenty of so more thrusts before I loosened my load into the
latex glove.  My orgasm was painfully intense, and Melanie was finishing
hers as well.  For a minute I felt in shock as I knelt there, cock in
pussy, waiting for the last shudder to leave my body.

   I still felt pretty stiff, but slowly softening, as I pulled out of her
cunt.  The condom glistened with her moist juices and I could see my own
cum inside it lodged around my mushroom tip.

   We lay together for a long time after that naked, watching television
and talking.  Elizabeth was wrapped in my arms and after a bit my cock
became rigid against the cleft of her ass.  My arms circled her waist and
my hands found their way to cup her beautiful breasts, lifting them up.

   Elizabeth let her head fall back against my solid chest as my hands
massaged and feathered her breasts.

   Melanie leaned over to start sucking them, taking turns with each
nipple.

   Soon another pair of lips closed over the other nipple as Dave wanted a
taste too.  It was such a sight, I thought, watching them.

   "Feel good?" I whispered in her ear.

   "Yes," she said, turning her head up to mine so that my lips caught hers
in a deep kiss.  My tongue slipped inside her mouth to marry with hers.

   I supported her breasts for the other hungry mouths.  Elizabeth wiggled
her ass against me and my cock was rubbing her in the process.  It's
thickness filling the crack between her ass cheeks.

   "You want it, don't you baby?" I asked gruffly.

   "Yes," she said, knowing what I meant.

   Her back arched to force more of her breasts into the two mouths sucking
her, but suddenly the mouths were gone.  Dave moved and stretched his long
body on the bed.  His head hung over the arm rest.  Melanie moved over his
head, so that his hungry mouth could eat her pussy.

   "Suck my cock," I advised Elizabeth.

   Elizabeth had no problem doing this.  It wasn't like she hadn't had my
cock in her mouth before.  We heard Melanie moaning and turned to watch as
Dave devoured her pussy.  His fingers had her pussy lips spread wide and
his tongue flicked furiously over her swollen clit.

   "Yes, baby," she cried out, grinding her pussy against his face, "Fuck
yes!"

   With her hands, Elizabeth stroked, caressed and squeezed my balls.

   "You really know how to suck cock like your mother darlin," I groaned,
and then continuing I told her, "Lie down and let me give you the full
treatment."

   Elizabeth lay there while I settled myself between her thighs.  I lifted
her legs over my shoulders, opening her to my hungry eyes.  Slipping on
another condom, I spread her thighs wide with my body, rubbing my cock over
her wet lips, anointing it with her cum, before plunging deep inside her.

   Elizabeth cried out, her hips lifting to take me in deeper.

   "Come on darlin," I called to her, growling as I pumped into her.

   She wrapped her legs high around my waist.  My balls slapped against her
ass as I plunged into her.

   "Yes!  Yes!  Yes!  Yes!" she called out, arching her back and as her
body shuddered in orgasm.  Her fingernails raked across my back, scoring my
shoulders.

   Her pussy clenched on my cock, milking me.  Seconds later I threw back
my head back with an answering roar and erupted deep inside her clenching
pussy.

   I leaned down and kissed her.  My tongue slid into her mouth and coupled
with hers.

   I slid out of her and sat back.  My balls actually hurt at this point.
Even for a twenty-two year old stud there was only so much cum you could
generate in any given period of time.  Dave finished off in Melanie's pussy
and we all decided it was time to call it a night and head home before it
got any later.

   The rest was a blur.  When my head finally hit the pillow I was dead to
the world and midnight visitors or not, I didn't wake up until late the
next morning.

   (To be continued...)

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