Author: Madame Ovary Title: Bethany and June Summary: The true love a wealthy young man has for a teenage girl is also freely offered to and accepted by her mother. Keywords: Mf, MF, Ff, cons Stan lives alone in the country. He?s an only child, but when his wealthy parents died suddenly, he?s left alone in the world, in spite of being financially set. Bethany is a teenager who lives down the lane from him and she has become his best friend over the last few years. The problem is, she?s almost half his age. Both of them begin to realize that their friendship is turning into something deeper. Then Bethany?s mom goes through an ugly divorce, and Stan feels obliged to come to their rescue. Love and fun times ensue for all three. Bethany And June is a love story filled with hot sex, but it?s also a romantic novel, the story of three people finding each other and cherishing what comes of the relationship. Bethany and June By: Madame Ovary Copyright August 2015 My nearest neighbors were Doug and Jane Howard, who lived about 400 feet up from me on a dead-end rural gravel road. The Howard?s were retired and were often gone on a vacation in their RV, and since we'd been friends for several years I always looked after their ranch when they were gone. In the summer it paid off well for me, as Jane said I could pick what I wanted from their garden and fruit trees while they were away. And Jane was always canning something wonderful and giving me a Ball jar or two of something delicious, so it was a very nice arrangement for them and me. There were only a three houses on our gravel county road, and we were about 20 minutes away from Rockton, the nearest town of any size, but we all liked it that way. Doug and Jane?s house came first off the state road, then mine, and then about a thousand feet down from mine near the end county road was the last house that belonged to Sam and June Jones. June worked part time to keep herself busy in Rockton, while Sam was gone a lot on travel, a salesman for some software manufacturer. We talked every now and then, and even though I liked June well enough, I never cared for Sam. I could tell he was an unhappy man, and it looked like he took that out on June - not beating her from what I knew, but making her feel less than, which he seemed to be good at doing. I'd seen enough mean- spirited verbal outbursts and the games he'd play with her in the last 6 years, that I'd come to realize he was really no man at all. Sam and June had only one kid; Bethany, their 16 year-old daughter who I'd talked to frequently as well, and she and I had hit it off when she was about 10 and been good pals ever since. The Howard's had asked Bethany to look in on their dog twice a day during the summer season when they were on a trip, and I got the other chores, which included tending the chickens and watering the plants when they were gone, and I had no problem with that. Like I said, fresh vegetables and fruit were a great side benefit, but fresh eggs were the icing on the cake for me. The Howard's would give Bethany a couple dollars a day for dog-watching and I thought that was nice of them to do. It was good to see Bethany have a little spending money of her own, especially living so far out here like this. As the Howards began traveling more and more often after their retirement, it was times like that I would get to see Bethany on a daily basis, and our friendship had grown and matured into a closeness both of us had come to appreciate over the last few years. I think a lot of that had to do with her dad, whom she never spoke of in complimentary terms and indeed, she rarely spoke of him except in a sad or disappointed way. But Bethany adored her mother, and always spoke respectfully and kindly about her. Bethany had become very comfortable being alone with me these last few years, and seemed to trust me from the conversations we had and amount of time we spent together. I guess in lieu of having a real dad at home, I became kind of a big brother or an uncle to her. Bethany, or ?B? as I had come to call her, was very intelligent and wise beyond her years. She was mature and settled and not childish at all from what I'd ever seen. She seemed to take an interest in any subject we discussed, and was a great listener and a good conversationalist. I have to also say that Bethany was turning into a striking teenager, with the beautiful, perfectly smooth, and always-tanned skin of a Filipino (her mom was half Filipino and darker and shorter than her), but Bethany had a nicely proportioned, long, curvy body that any girl her age would kill for. She kept her dark silky hair and bangs cut long, and it framed her gorgeous face nicely. I also admit that the time we'd spent together this summer had me starting to have some dirty thoughts about her. I hadn?t ever thought of B that way in the past, but something had changed this year. I think the biggest reason for that was that I was single and not dating, but more importantly because Bethany had started to wear some really cute if not downright sexy clothes when she came to check on the Howard's ranch. I noticed that she'd just started doing that this spring and summer, and I also noticed that she was a lot more talkative and friendly than she'd ever been with me in the past. Bethany was looking me straight in the eyes now when we talked now with those big beautiful brown eyes of hers, and she had a developed a habit of standing or sitting closer to me now in a way that was very unnerving. She always seemed to take such good care of herself and smelled pretty too, and the perfume was also something new for her this year. I had been chalking all this up to her just growing up, having turned 16 recently. I also figured she was developing an interest in boys now at school in Rockton. But more and more frequently now my internal alarm bells were going off. Bethany was sending signals my way that I could not help but notice, and that was something new for her and I have to admit, it was quite enticing for me and kept me on my toes at the same time. It normally took all of fifteen minutes or so to check on the house, but often times we would end up sitting in the shade of a large oak tree on the Howard's picnic table, shooting the breeze with a couple of cokes I'd bring from the house for us. The table was behind their ranch so it was private and quiet there, and it?s where we seemed to have our best talks. Lately, our visits were lasting longer and longer, so I started packing a sandwich and chips for us. I really enjoyed my time with this young lady, and I could tell she genuinely enjoyed our visits as well. In fact, when the Howards were home I really found myself missing Bethany badly. She had become a trusted friend and one of only a few that I could call that. It didn't help my situation that she admitted that she missed me too when the Howard's were home. It was easy to see that Bethany was growing up in all the right ways this past year, and June her mom had every reason to be proud of her. B had a wonderful laugh and a dry sense of humor that seemed to keep me pleasantly surprised. She was precocious and just a lot of fun to be around. Usually it's said that crushes form by the child for an adult, but I realized that I'd developed a pretty strong crush on her, and that made for thoughts of her that I wasn't comfortable with or even used to. I guess my biggest downfall there was that I wasn't dating much in the last couple of years. I ran a website of my own creation and had many on-line friends in the forums and blogs I participated in, but it had turned me into a loner. But the more I thought about that, I realized that right now in my life I just wanted to be alone and I know that was due to me losing my parents recently, but I?ll talk more about that later. The summer brought another change with it for B as she had begun to get a woman's figure and was really blossoming out. She was already taller and more statuesque by far than her mom, and she has started to shed some of the more girlie type attitudes in favor of a much more mature way of acting and talking. It's been startling to see and very enticing, I must admit. Also like I'd mentioned before, she was staying a lot longer at the Howard's ranch with me this summer and our conversations were getting longer and deeper during our morning and evening visits to their ranch. In fact, it was Bethany who suggested we meet twice a day and I really liked that idea and was pleased that she felt that way. She was never in a hurry to go home and usually we parted company a little more sadly than we had in the past. Bethany's mom would be at work during the weekdays, and her Dad was usually on travel and if he wasn't, he wasn't paying much attention to what Bethany was up to. As time went on, I found myself increasingly looking forward to my late mornings and early evenings with her. But she had just turned 16, and here I was 27...almost twice her age for crying out loud! I should have been the adult and in better control of myself and my emotions, but there was something about Bethany that just spoke to my soul. There were times now after we?d spent a long time talking in the evening that I went home and fantasized about her, which only made me feel more guilty the next time I saw her. The Howard's latest vacation was to be three weeks this time, and the first few days passed with me and Bethany spending over 2 hours each day talking and enjoying a lunch together at the Howard's picnic table. Bethany had suggested that we meet at 11am and 7pm each day at the Howard's house to take care of the animals. She had admitted that she felt safer with me being there with her, especially when it was so far removed from the other houses in the area. She also confessed that she enjoyed our time together and our talks because I talked ?with? her and not ?at? her, like other adults did. She liked it that I treated her like an adult and not a little girl, and that she really had come to like me a lot and felt very comfortable around me. I was seeing a different attitude with her lately toward me, and she had even been looking at me differently this week. I began to think there was something in her eyes that said 'I want to be more than friends', and that completely unnerved me. I initially chalked that up to fantasy, as what could a beautiful and intelligent young girl want with an old fuddy-duddy like me? Today, Bethany had shown up in a halter top with no bra and some very short tight-fitting shorts and flip- flops. As usual, her fingernails and toenails were immaculate, as was her hair. When she'd first started dressing a little more provocatively, I'd wondered if her mom was ok with her dressing that way, but then I remembered that her mom worked part time in town five days a week. The more I noticed her choice of dress, the more I started to think that Bethany was choosing her clothes to draw my attention to her. I decided to feel her out about boyfriends and relationships, all the while having trouble not staring at her magnificent nipples, which were quite prominent beneath her top. "Oh, I don't have a boyfriend" she said, waving her hand. "They're all so immature and silly at my school, and besides, living out here makes getting to know friends or even to visit with them pretty hard. Besides that, all the boys at school are interested in is getting into your pants and scoring with you so they can brag to their friends about what they did with this girl or that one, then they just move on to the next one. I think it's horrible, and honestly Stan...I want something more than that for myself." She looked at me with that last little comment as if to say 'I think I want you!' I nodded. I was pretty sure she had intended a double meaning there. Bethany was sitting on the Howard's picnic table that we'd shared many times in the past, and by chance, I happened to be standing a few feet away in front of her. She and I loved this spot under the big oak, and the shade and breeze was really welcome in the summer months. I was watching her closely as she sipped her coke, and noticed that every now and then she kind of let her legs swing open and I got a view of her thighs all the way up to the small amount of shorts that hid her crotch. At one point, I actually saw ass cheek and that's when I started to get hard. I'd gotten semi-hard around her before, watching her walk around the yard or help me with the chores, but not like this. This was different, and I got the distinct impression she was testing me, and maybe trying to send me a message. Her legs were incredible and looked silky smooth and had a natural warm skin tone that was very alluring. Bethany was a total beauty, and she was really very easy on my eyes. I had a very strong feeling for the past few months now that Bethany was developing a crush on me from the look in her eyes and the sound of her voice, only now it seemed significantly more powerful. Along those lines, even the topics we discussed had started to change. B had asked me a lot about my life, my past, my dates and what I liked in a woman and didn't like. These were the topics we spent a lot of time on lately, and she was asking much more probing and intelligent questions on these subjects than I would have expected from the average 16 year-old and now more than ever, her body language seemed to be confirming my thoughts. And to make matters worse, she saw what was happening to the front of my shorts and kept looking down at them. All of a sudden she steered the topic away from boyfriends and onto sex. She started this change of subject out of the blue and it really caught me off guard. "My problem, is that I don't know much about sex other than what little my mom has told me. I've learned more about the 'facts of life' from the girls at school. There are a couple of small groups of girls that seem to be talking about it at school every day now and I kind of just stand there like an ignoramus and nod every now and then" she said, glancing down again at my cock, that was really pushing out the front of my cargo shorts and then her legs parted again, which didn't help my situation at all. But then she leaned back on the table resting on her elbows, all the while those legs were slowly moving...open and closed. Subtle and barely open, but open nonetheless, and now she scooted her butt forward a little, and I saw a camel toe and that grabbed my attention completely! I was so nonplussed all I could do was nod in agreement. She went on. "I mean, they talk about having sex with boys or giving them a blow job and I take mental notes, but I really haven't the slightest idea what it's really all about. I don't trust the boys at school one bit, and these girls seem so ready to just sleep with any guy that shows an interest in them!" She was quite emphatic about this. "I've come to realize that nowadays most of those boys are just skanky and all they want to do is screw a girl then brag about it and move on to the next one, and I'm not interested in that kind of boy one bit. I'm even beginning to see that the girls are pretty skanky too, and maybe are even worse than the boys, cause some of them will spread their legs for any boy that acts interested! I can't get over that, and I certainly don't want to be like that! I was raised to treat sex as wonderful and important and sacred in a way, but acting and talking the way they do, and just to show off to each other? To tell you the truth, Stan, I'm not interested in a boy my age or even just a little older. I know that now." I could tell she was getting a little nervous now, as if deciding how to proceed with the conversation. "I want more maturity and smarts than that, you know? I want gentleness and kindness and deep conversation...kind of like you said you wanted in a woman?ya know?" When she said that last part, she looked straight into my eyes. We shared a deep stare for a second and then she looked away. When she did I looked at her crotch. Oh, my god! I think I saw a tiny wet spot down there! She went on before I had time to think further, but it was hard to tear my eyes away from her crotch. "The problem is, I know next to nothing about true love and pleasing a man and him pleasing me, except what I've heard or read about, but that's not teaching me anything useful, because?because how could I ever please a more mature man if he's experienced and here I know nothing?" She looked at me again, and it was like she was looking right into my soul. "To tell you the truth, I have a man in mind, but I think he's scared to do anything with me because I'm a lot younger than him. And why would he want an inexperienced girl when he could choose from any beautiful woman out there! I understand that he might be fearful of getting to know me too well, but still I want to be around him and near him and with him, and yet I don't have the courage to tell him how I feel about him!" She looked away then, and sounded so helpless and forlorn. I realized that she was talking about me and my heart stopped for a few moments. "Well..." I stammered, acting now like a complete idiot. "Sweetheart...(that was the first time I'd ever called her that!) it's been my experience that nothing ventured is nothing gained." I was pretty confident that she was referring to me, so I went that direction with her. "Do you know what that means...nothing ventured, nothing gained?" I asked, and she looked at me funny then, waiting for me to continue but she turned her head to one side. I think there were tears she didn't want me to see. I went on talking and but walked in a circle to save her embarrassment and give her time to wipe her eyes. "What I guess I'm saying is the next time you're around this guy, why don't you tell him how you feel." Then I thought long and furiously about how to phrase my next words. "I know if that guy was me, I'd be overjoyed that someone as beautiful and smart as you thought they loved me, and I'd want to explore that more. Especially if he knew you like I do." Now she was watching me and I could see the watery eyes. "B, I think you're the bomb, to quote you young folks. I think you're absolutely wonderful in every way and I can?t see how any young man wouldn?t love being with you and around you. Any man would be a fool to not see all the good in you." "Do you really think so, Stan?" she asked incredulously. "Bethany..." I said, searching for the right words carefully now. "Don't you know me by now?" I chastised her gently. "I would never ever lie to you or hurt you. You mean too much to me. Can't you see that?" Boy did I ever drop a big bomb there! There was a long silence. "Yes...you're right, of course," she admitted slowly, then she went on and it sounded like she was in agony. "My biggest fear is that this man is also maybe my best friend ever and I'm so afraid of losing his friendship if I tell him what's in my heart!" She looked so pitiful now that it broke my heart for her. "I think that's what they call a 'catch-22', and life is full of them, honey.? (Again, another term of endearment I'd never used with her. Both times now I'd seen a positive reaction to my calling her 'sweetheart' and 'honey'). "Bethany, I think you hit the nail on the head earlier." I struggled with this for a second, but went on. "You called those boys skanky, and I agree with you. But think about it, and I agree with you on this also...those girls are skanky too, and I feel bad for them because they think sex is all there is to love or a relationship, but having a relationship is about a lot more than just sex. Do you see that, B?" She didn't say anything. "And really, I think I know you well enough that you don't seem like the kind of young lady who wants to kiss and tell, and I think I you know that's not the right way to handle a relationship?or your private life...am I right?" She nodded so I went on. "Bethany, to me you are a beautiful young lady and your kisses and hugs and love should be precious to you and jealously guarded and carefully and wisely given out. I know if I was your boyfriend, they would be very precious to me!" Besides, a real man only wants a girl who wants only him! Those boys think they are real men when really they're just playing dangerous games with all those girls. And so are the girls for that matter. They risk sexual disease and unwanted pregnancy and changing their lives for the worse...forever! I know I've told you this before, but I want a girl who will never tell anyone else about our personal life or our sex life. When you share intimate love with someone, it's because you really do love them and not just say 'oh, I love so-and-so'! That phrase is used so thoughtlessly and carelessly nowadays and means nothing to young people. True love means respect and honesty and decency. It means you don't ever tell anyone else about what your sex life is like. That's what those other kids are doing...and you're better than that, Bethany. Much better than that!" She looked at me differently then, and she sat up. "You're right Stan!" she said. "See?" she went on, "You see things clearly, and you see me clearly, and you don't just go along with me. You tell me what I need to hear and not what I want to hear like those kids at school do. All those girls want me to join them in their sex parties and they tell me how fun it is and how since my dad is such a loser that I deserve to have a good time! But that's not what I want to or need to hear!" She paused for a moment. "You really do care about me...don't you, Stan!" It was more of a statement of realization than a question, and I could tell she was scared of the answer. "Oh, Bethany...of course I care about you. I care about you very much!" I replied. "Can't you tell? Can't you see it in my eyes and hear it in my voice?" There, I'd said it, but that was as far as I was going right now. She was going to have to meet me halfway now or I would not say any more on the subject. She paused. It looked like she knew it was do or die time. "Yes...I can see it, Stan," she said quietly, looking down at the ground now. "Can you see it in my eyes, too?" she asked very quietly, but bravely. "See what, Bethany" I asked. "Oh, Stan!" And then it all came out. "You're all I think about anymore! I don't eat, I can't sleep, and I miss you terribly when I can't be around you! At first I thought it was just a silly schoolgirl crush, but now I know now it's not! I care about you and I care for you, and there isn't a thing I wouldn't do to show you that or prove it to you! You are so good to me. You're kind and considerate, patient and soft- spoken...and you respect me! You could have tried to make a move on me a lot of times, but you never did. It would have been so easy out here in the country with no one around, but you controlled yourself! Oh, I've seen you stealing glances at me, but I steal them too, so I can't say anything!" I blushed at that, but I was too shocked by her revelations to speak right at the moment. "And when I teased you earlier, I saw how you fought to not look between my legs. But then I saw you were just as turned on as I was, and then I knew that I had to try to talk to you about how I really felt! I've been so scared of having this talk with you because I don't want to gross you out or freak you out or scare you away. I couldn't handle that! Your friendship means the world to me, but now I want more! So what I'm asking is, how do I show you more? How do I...give you more? How do I let you know that I want you in my life and that I'm not interested in those stupid boys at school! You are that man, Stan! You are the man I was referring to earlier!" OK! Well! She had definitely met me halfway and then some! I was so taken aback that I didn't know at first what to do or say. So I went and sat down by her. My knees were shaking anyway, and I needed to sit before I keeled over! "Bethany..." I stammered, looking for exactly the right words. "I know how much courage it took for you to say all those things to me, so thank you, thank you, thank you for that." Man, did I sound like a freaking idiot! "I've waited all my life to hear words like that, but to have them come from someone as special as you? Someone who I feel the exact same way about, well...I hardly know what to say!" When those words sunk in, tears came to her eyes and she turned and threw her arms around me. I hugged her to me and whispered "Oh my sweet baby!" to her and suddenly her lips were on mine and we were kissing like we were the last two people on earth. Her body was shaking and her kisses were salty, but they tasted heavenly to me. "Oh, Stan!" she said. "I was so afraid!" she cried. "I know, baby!" I said gently. "And I understand!" She kissed me again and my hard-on was returning. The last time I kissed a girl this old like this was when I was 16 myself, and it wasn't anywhere near as good as this was! "I could see you changing this summer, and I knew something was up" I said. "I was just like you. At first I thought maybe you had a crush on me and that I had one on you too, but as time went by I could see that your feelings and words and the looks you gave me were more mature, and well...I started to wonder if that crush had turned to something stronger." She nodded. "It is stronger now, Stan. It's too strong for me, and I can't control it any more. I think about you all the time, even when I'm alone in bed..." she paused and looked down for a second, and I think I knew what she was saying. "I think about you when I'm alone too, but at first I felt guilty because...well...let's face it, B...you're underage and I shouldn't be having thoughts like that about you yet!" She looked up at me then. She moved in and we kissed passionately again. "Do you really think of me...like that?" she asked incredulously. "How could I not, sweetie?" I said, just as incredulously. "I mean, look at you! Not only are you super smart and so much fun to talk to and be around, but you are stunningly beautiful to me. But I can't take all the blame here, can I?" I said with a sly smile. "What do you mean?" she asked, a little fearfully. "I mean, you've changed the way you dress lately when you come over here. No bra, tight short shorts, beautiful hair and just a smidgeon of makeup. And your nipples! My god, your incredible nipples!" I gasped and now she was smiling. "You let them get hard and pointy and do nothing to hide them from me. And those long silky legs and your beautiful pooper!" "Pooper!" she laughed now, her teeth flashing. "So it's a pooper, now, is it?" Her laughing was contagious and good natured, but I still blushed. "You?ve got the most incredible pooper I've ever seen, and I'd kiss it in broad daylight in the county square!" I said, embarrassing myself. "You're blushing!" she said. Then she reached down between my legs. "So what do you call this then?" She asked, much more shyly now. I groaned and was speechless. "I think I'd like to get to know him better sometime," she whispered. I groaned again. "And I want only you, Stan. I don't know if I'll ever want another, either. And I want you to be my first when the time is right, but first I want you to teach me about sex." My jaw dropped and I was getting hard in her hand. "We already know each other better than any boy and girl at school who casually screw, plus we trust and respect each other. We love to be around each other, and talk and just be together, even if it's something as simple as being right here at the Howard's house!" She smiled at her own words. "We have a solid relationship built on all the right things and we've known each other for a long time, but I want to be closer to you. I don't feel like I can get close enough to you now, and I need to change that. I need to show you how I feel about you, and I need you to show me how you feel about me, too." There was no mistaking her meaning anymore. "I feel the same way, baby!" I said, staring deep into her eyes. "Can I see it, Stan?" she asked shyly, squeezing me gently. "I mean, it seems like he likes me and he can't be comfortable in there, anyway. Besides, I think he wants to meet me, don't you?" Holy shit! I almost came in my shorts right then! "Well..." I slowly stood up in front of her. She was right. Sitting down was very uncomfortable right now! Her hand went to the front of my shorts. "Promise me you won't think badly of me?" she asked. "I've never done this before, and never wanted to except with you for a while now!" "Oh, sweetie!" I said gently. "I don't see how I could ever think badly of you!" Duh! Was that the best I could come up with? Einstein! "Look, Stan...I do want to talk about sex...with you only... and I trust you to treat me right. You always have the best advice for me, and you listen and don't talk down to me." Then she stopped, then looked me in the eyes. "But I want more!" she went on. "I want you!" she said quietly, looking deep into my eyes. "Can't you tell?" she said, and there were tears there again. Holy shit! "Oh, Bethany!" I groaned and leaned in and kissed her deeply. Her hand was stroking me now and I groaned into her mouth. "Mom's had the 'facts of life' talk with me, but being half Filipino, well...it just wasn't a very educational discussion, if you know what I mean." She rolled her eyes a little. I asked her "Bethany... why do you want me to be the one?" I asked her. "And don't tell me what you think I want to hear. You're my best friend in the whole world now, Bethany...so tell me what I need to hear, not what you think I want to hear." I tried to say that as gently as I could. She looked up at me then and threw her arms around me and hugged me hard. "You're my best friend, too, Stan" she started. "When I look at you I don't see an older man, I see a gentle, kind, and considerate man. I see a trustworthy and loving man, and one I feel perfectly safe and protected with. I see all the things that I don't see in other boys or men. I see things that speak to me and make me take notice now more than ever before and those things seem really important to me. I think about you all the time now, and I've been weighing all that out in my mind over the last few months. And...I see...well...now I see a man that makes my heart race and I can't think straight when I'm around you, and you're all I think about and you're the one I want to talk to and be with and spend time with and learn from, and well...I want to make love with!" She stopped for a second, trying to catch her breath. Then she looked into my eyes, and I saw what was really in her soul for a second. "I just didn't know how to go about telling you and asking you and I was so scared because I was afraid you would just laugh at me or not be interested in me!" and now there were tears in her eyes. I could feel my heart soar, and then I knew I was in real trouble. Then she moved in and her mouth opened, and our tongues met and we groaned together. She was becoming a real natural at kissing already. Her mouth was hungry and hot, and her tongue always searching. I was completely powerless to stop it, but when at last we stopped, her eyes were glazed and my head was swimming. "I trust you with me and with my body, Stan." She blew my mind with that one. "And I want you to be my first and to teach me about sex, and I know from the way you look at me that you want me too...don't you?" she asked tentatively. I know my eyes got big as I looked down at her looking up at me. "God help me, but I do want you, Bethany. I want you so badly!" I groaned. "Look..." she said, looking up at me with watery eyes. "I know you could get into trouble being with me even though I'm 16 and at the age of consent - whatever that really means?but I know that if my parents found out about us, it wouldn?t just be you in trouble! I would be in a terrible fix as well, and they?d never let me see you again! So I swear it'll be our secret, Stan...I promise you!" she said, searching my eyes. "Look..." she started, then paused, "I've been thinking a lot about this lately, Stan, and to tell you the truth...when I first started thinking about being with you I think it was just me being horny and wanting to find out about sex. But you're more than a friend to me, and I know you care about me too. But I wouldn't ever do anything to hurt you or your reputation, and I know you wouldn't ever hurt me. And now..." she paused, "now I realized that it's not just horniness and wanting to fuck, it's more than that. I want you to be my man and I want to be your woman, because I think I'm in love with you and I want to take it to the next step with you." She had been rambling on and on, which was a good thing, because I was truly beside myself with the implications of what she was saying and asking. All of a sudden she got off the picnic table and stood in front of me. Then she looked down at my crotch then back up into my eyes. "And I can tell now that you want me too, and you can't hide that anymore from me, Stan, just like I can't hide it from you. I don't want to hide it anymore, Stan. I want you and you alone and I know that now." she said, her head cocked a little to one side. Here I was 27 and single, but here was a beautiful 16 year-old young lady telling me she wanted me to teach her about sex! "Well...w-w-w-hat do you want to do then, Bethany? How do you want to proceed?" Another real Einstein comment there! "Well?if you feel the same way about me that I do about you, then I want you to teach me about sex, Stan!" she said, now looking into my eyes again. "You know...teach me how to be your lover!" "Bethany...are...you sure?" I stammered, my mind racing and my head swimming. "Yes I am" she said and smiled. I think I finally came to my senses then. "Well..." I said. "I guess I'd have to ask where you want to start? What would you like to know first?" I said. "Well..." she said. "I've given this a lot of thought also. I want to know more about you and I want you to know more about me, and I want us to get closer in the process, and as much as I want you to make love to me, I want us to wait until we just can't stand it anymore. Can you wait with me?" she asked nervously. "Of course I can, sweetie" I said. I want you to be sure you?re ready?so you tell me when the time is right for you, OK?" She smiled at that. "Thank you for being patient with me, Stan." Then she sighed. "But the way I'm feeling right now, I don't think you'll have to wait long" she smiled. "Well, anyway..." she went on, "the girls are always talking about sex, but I really listen when they're talking about giving a blowjob and how that makes the guys go crazy. So I asked my friend Janice in private a couple of weeks ago if she'd fill me in on the details of her giving a blowjob and she did. Then I went looking a couple of months ago and I found my dad's porn movies and I've been watching them. I got so turned on watching those girls do it that it's been on my mind all the time when I'm around you. I watched you earlier. You were looking between my legs and man, were you getting turned on!" I was really embarrassed now! ?Well?? I stammered. "Well, I was looking at your crotch too, and I couldn't help but notice that you were really getting hard! And I realized that you were getting hard because of me, and yet you didn't make a move on me and now I know it's not because you don't want me but because you respect me! I know I want to have sex, but I also know I'm not quite ready in my mind to have sex yet, but maybe we could just start with you teaching me about your cock, cause I've never seen a hard one except in pictures or videos, and then teach me and how to touch it and maybe I could suck on it a little or whatever. Teach me how to make it feel good for you, and then we could just go from there?" She sounded so shy while trying to sound sure of herself. I groaned. All of a sudden, it seemed like I woke up. "Are you saying you want me to tell you how to give a blow job, sweetie?" Stupid, I know, but I was pretty dumbstruck by this time. "Stan..." she paused, nervous now more than before. "I've heard the girls talk about it, I mean...technique and all, but I want to experience it for myself!" "Now?" I said like an idiot. She reached out and gently put her hand on my crotch. "Yes, Stan. Right...now. And I want you to walk me through it, OK?" I guess I made up my mind in that instant, so I reached out and gently brought her to me bending over to give her a passionate kiss. She returned it fully. Her tongue fought with mine and she groaned again. We kissed long and hard for some time, her hand now on my cock. "I have to admit that I've wanted to be with you...intimately...for a long time now, Bethany" I said. She looked down demurely. "So have I" she confessed quietly. "And you're sure about wanting to have oral sex with me?" I asked again, watching her face. She nodded, "And I want you to tell me how to please you when I'm doing it, OK? It won?t hurt my feelings if you tell me I?m doing something wrong?OK?" Fuck me running. This beat all I'd ever seen or heard, and for me it was the fantasy of a lifetime come true and with the girl of my dreams. "Well...I guess the first thing would be to take him out, so help me with my shorts, OK?" She nodded, but now looked nervous as she undid my shorts button and lowered my zipper. I was so thankful I'd taken a shower this morning! "Let them drop, and then lower my underwear" and she did and my cock sprang up in her face. "Oh, my god!" she groaned, and looked at it from just inches away. "I've never seen a man's cock in person! I saw how big they get on the videos, but yours looks just...huge!" She groaned that last part out. I smiled. I got that a lot with the ladies, but this wasn't the time to think about that! "OK, so...sometimes soft and teasing touching is good, and sometimes rough and fast is good, when it comes to both touching and sex?and?your hand or?your mouth." I actually felt a little shy with her right then. "How will I know..." "Which to do when?" I completed her sentence and she nodded. "Experience will tell you that. Sometimes you have lots of time and you want to go slow and maybe experiment or just tease or 'torture' me, and other times, you want it absolutely right now with no waiting and then you want it fast and hard and maybe a little rough...does that make sense?" I asked hopefully. "I think so..." she answered, still staring down at my cock. "It's ok, baby...you can touch him!" I offered. She gingerly reached up and put her finger on the tip and pushed me up to get a look at my length. I was very hard right now, which meant about 8" in length, with balls to match (or so I've been told!). "He?s so long and thick!" she groaned, and her fingers slipped around me. Her silky light touch make me suck in my breath and I groaned. She looked up at me quickly then, fearing she'd done something wrong. I shook my head quickly. "You've got me so turned on right now, honey, that your touch is driving me crazy!" I confessed. She smiled and started to gently stroke me. Now I was in trouble. "He's most sensitive around the ridge of the head and then just underneath it, but then with you he seems to be really sensitive everywhere! And my balls and sac are very sensitive, and the area behind my sack, too. Go ahead..." I offered, "you can play with them too. You need to know what they feel like and what feels good to both you and me." She reached lower with her other hand and gently ran her fingertips on my sac. "Using just your fingertips or fingernails very lightly touching me all over down there will be enough to get me hard most times!" She tried that and then smiled as my cock jumped. "He does like that, doesn't he?" she asked seductively. "Yes, he does" I growled. She looked up at that groaning growl and giggled a little. She was enjoying herself and I was thrilled by that. "He's wet on the end, and there's a blob of clear stuff there," she said. "You know what cum is, right?" I asked. "Sure...I've seen gobs of it on the videos!" she said. Gobs. Excellent choice of words. "Well, what you're seeing is called pre-cum. It's the stuff that comes out when a guys starts to get sexually excited but before he cums. It lubricates the passage my sperm have to travel to get inside you, and it also helps lubricate the inside of your...pussy" I said shyly. "My pussy!" she said, and giggled. "That's the first time you've ever used that word in front of me!" Her fingertips were driving me wild and her silky hand continued it's lazy gently stroke. She swirled her thumb and finger at the corona on my head and I sucked in my breath. She was a fast learner. "Why don't you lick that blob off the end of my cock and see what you think of the taste?" I asked, holding my breath. She looked up at me and so help me, she lowered her head and ran her tongue up the bottom of the head and took that glob with it, then licked it a couple of more times as it trailed away to her tongue. I was so close right now, but I wanted it to last at least...well...another several hours at least! "Mmmmmm" she noised. "It's kind of sweet and salty at the same time!" And she licked again. "If you'll squeeze my balls lightly and then squeeze my cock and work upwards on the shaft, you can like...milk more of it out!" I said again, even more hopefully than before! God, she was a natural and didn't even hesitate! She brought a huge glob of it out this time and it started to dribble down underneath my cock and made to drop on the ground when she swooped in to get it all! I nearly swooned at that sight. It was better than any porn movie I'd ever watched and she looked simply stunning doing it! "Oh man! You turn me on soooo bad, baby!" I groaned. She giggled and before I knew what she was going to do, she took the head of my cock into her mouth. "Oh, yes, B!" I growled. She looked up at me then. Heavenly! "Swirl your tongue when your mouth is on the tip...always use your tongue to tease and torture!" I groaned and now my breathing was speeding up. I felt her tongue moving then, and she was really going at it. "Uhhh, Bethany...we're coming to that part where you have a decision to make, honey!" I said, and she took her mouth off for a second. ?"You're getting close to cumming, aren't you?" She asked, and I nodded quickly. "You see, baby, you don't put your mouth on your lover's cock just to leave him hanging. It usually ends with having sex or you just wanted to make him cum with your mouth. You do understand that...right?" She nodded. "Look, let's just take this one step at a time right now and not get all caught up in that." "Bethany...you need to know that the best part of a blow job for a guy is when a girl lets him cum in her mouth, and even better is if she swallows it" "Well, I'm certainly not going to spit it out!" she said. "I think that would be impolite and kind of...gross!" I could not believe she just said that. She saw the look in my eyes then and said, "Look, Stan..." and she got red-faced. "After hearing Janice talk about swallowing and then seeing those videos of how girls were swallowing, I just knew that's what I wanted to do for you!" My jaw dropped. "And truly, isn't that part of what you think about when you're alone at night?" She smiled at me matter-of-factly. Damn but this girl was sharp and she was totally onto me! "You've got me there, B!" I confessed. "What can I say?" "So tell me what to do and what to expect, then?" she asked sweetly, and her mouth went back on my shaft. After composing myself now that her hot mouth was on my cock again, I said "Well, you've seen what it looks like when a guy cums on those videos, and that's exactly what happens." I stopped to groan and catch my breath. I was very close now. "It will feel thick and very warm and will smell and taste different than anything you've drank or eaten before. It will shoot hard at first then slow down. And if you're going to swallow, you need to keep up with the flow. And Bethany...???" I stopped. She looked up at me, her lips stretched around me. "You'll feel my balls harden and rise up, and you'll feel my cock head swell and then you'll know I'm going to cum a few seconds later. And I cum a lot, Bethany, so swallow fast, honey, and if you can, look me in the eyes while it's happening as that's a very powerful moment for both of us, OK?" She nodded around my cock and started to work my balls, her head bobbing as deeply as she could go on my shaft. I could feel the back of her mouth and she still had a good 3-4 inches of my shaft yet untouched! "Oh god, baby girl!" I groaned and took her head gently in my hands. "You are so good, lover!" I growled. I wanted so bad to be inside her right then and there, but I restrained all my movements so she could have control. A few more seconds and then I knew there'd be no stopping it. It was an extremely powerful and heady moment, perhaps the most intense I'd ever experienced. This beautiful girl who I knew in my heart now that I loved was giving me the most exciting oral sex of my life and now she was waiting on me to cum so she could swallow it! My orgasm built and built and I did everything I could to hold off...just...a...few...seconds...more...please! "Oh, god, baby! I'm there, honey!" I said and nodded. She had the sense somehow to back off and just hold the head of my cock in her mouth, and then I was shooting my load violently into her hot mouth. I think it was the biggest and most powerful orgasm I'd ever had, and it felt like I shot more than I ever had. Bethany stared into my eyes the whole time, and blinked several times as her eyes got big. She swallowed once, twice, three times, and then I was done, and it was a sad moment. I was suddenly out of breath and sweating like crazy. My heart was racing and I wished I could have cum all night for her! She took her mouth off me then and looked at the head of my cock. Then she squeezed me like before when she milked the pre-cum, and out came a glob of my cum. She licked it off the tip of my cock, then sucked the head once more. She never said a word, but she was quietly groaning all the while. "How...?" I couldn't finish my question. "Those movies, silly!" she giggled. "I couldn't wait to try that one with you, and it was worth the wait and to see the look on your face!" I looked at her differently then. "You are so incredible, B!" I growled, and picked her up to me and kissed her deeply. "You don't mind the taste of your cum?" she asked. "Not if you don't!" I said. "I think I really liked it!" she said. "And now I can see why the girls in porn do it so much! It really made me feel powerful and I think I came small little cums a couple of times, but especially when you started shooting into my mouth!" She said all this in wonder. "Imagine!" she went on, "I can get you that worked up and torture you like that and make you have a powerful orgasm with just my mouth!" she giggled. "Oh, shit! I've created a sexual monster...haven't I!" I said, groaning out loud. "That monster was waiting for you to come along so I could let her out!" She giggled. I kissed her again. "So...did I do OK, then, Stan?" she asked innocently. "OK?...OK?" Baby, that was the very best blowjob I've ever had in my life! You were just incredible!" I said, praising her. She beamed then and hugged me hard. I crushed her to me. "It was absolutely wonderful" I said into her ear. "YOU were absolutely wonderful!" I said. She smiled big then, and seemed quite proud of herself without appearing smug in the least. "It didn't really taste that bad after all, and you're right, it was strange tasting and feeling, but it kind of turned me on to make you cum like that and then watch your eyes as it was happening! Your eyes got so dark and...passionate! Almost in pain or anger even, and it really turned me on in a way I hadn't expected!" She admitted. I just loved the way she could talk about things so maturely and analyze the way she did. I told her that and she beamed proudly. We sat back on the picnic table then as I needed to sit down, and we talked together about what had just happened. "So...what's our next lesson going to be about, Stan?" she asked. Once again, I was flabbergasted. "Well..." I said, trying to gather my thoughts around me after just getting the most amazing blowjob of my life. "How about you let me repay the favor to you, and show you what if feels like to have a man go down on you? You've seen it in the videos, I'm sure...right?" She nodded. "Bethany, I would absolutely love to teach you about it and show you what it truly feels like to have your pussy eaten!" "Oh my God, yes!" she said excitedly. "Will you really do that for me, Stan?? She asked hopefully. "Oh baby girl, I will please you in ways you could only have dreamed of, and I'll be so very happy to do it, too!" I said smiling sweetly at her. "Well..." she said bashfully. "To tell you the truth, that's another one of those things I would think about late at night." She turned red with her confession. ?I watched those guys eating the girls pussies on the videos and I wished it could be your mouth on me!? I leaned in and kissed her lightly, amazed at how her mind worked. ?You're not the only one who thought about it!" I whispered. It was her turn to be surprised now and I was glad to see I could do it to her, too! "Bethany, you're going to have to beg me to stop before I'm through with you, love!" I smiled wickedly. I was getting hard again just thinking about it, too! I looked at my watch. 1pm. "What time did you say your mom usually gets home, hon?" I asked. "Around 4:30 each day," she replied. "Is there any chance of her coming home early today?" "I don't know" she replied. "She's never come home early more than a couple of times in the past, and that was because of me being sick at school, but that was several years ago" she responded. "How would you feel about coming over to my house where it's nice and cool?" I said. We can be really comfortable that way, and maybe get something cold to drink or a snack to eat?" "I'd really like that, Stan" she said without hesitation. "Besides, I've never been in your house and I'm dying to see it!" Oh, boy. Lucky for me I'm a pretty clean housekeeper. Ten minutes later we were walking in the front door to my place. "Here, darlin" I said, handing her a cold Coke. "Are you hungry?" I asked. "Not really" she said, then she giggled. "I think I filled up on your cum from earlier!" she said, laughing now. I laughed with her. "Would you feel ok with it if we went to my bedroom and relaxed?" I asked gently. "Sure" she said easily. I stood up and offered her my hand. "C'mon then, sweetie love." In the bedroom, I sat on my bed and patted the bed next to me. She sat down next to me and I took her hand. She looked around the room and then at me nervously. "Bethany, I'm still tingling from what you did earlier for me!" I said, giggling a little, trying to put her at ease. "You did that better than any woman I've ever had in my life!" She smiled big, clearly embarrassed from the blood that rushed to her face. That comment sounded kind of bad, but to a 16 year-old who'd just sucked a cock for the first time in her life, I knew it would be positive reinforcement, and besides...I didn't mean it in a bad way at all. "You're probably just saying that" she said. I got off the bed and dropped to my knees in front of her, looking right at her. "Bethany, I will never lie to you. I will have no reason to ever lie to you. And I will not put myself in a jamb where I need to lie to you to get away with it or out of it. Besides, I've always found that telling the truth is the best way to be in a relationship, and I've never been any good at lying anyway. And really, if we want to have a successful relationship, we need to promise each other right now that we will never, ever lie to each other. But there?s something else we have to promise each other, and that?s that we will never tell another living soul about our relationship until we both agree to." I sat there watching her. "Can you promise me that?" I asked, being serious now. "Because if you can't, I don't know if we can be anything but friends, because friends never turn on friends and they always tell the truth to each other, and they always have each others backs." I watched her face now. She thought about that for a second before responding. "I've come to realize that if you do love someone (she looked me in the eyes then and I was pretty sure how she felt), you should always speak the truth and never talk about your private lives with other people. I know I would never think of lying to my mom, so why would I start with you? And it's nobody's business but ours what we do and how we are with each other. I'm not a slut, Stan. I never really wanted to be like those girls, I just wanted to know what sex was really all about. But I was wrong in that thinking, too, because what I didn't know at the time was that it needs to be with someone you really love...doesn't it?" "Oh, Bethany!" I said quietly, exhaling (and very relieved, I might add!). "You are so right and so wise to figure that out on your own! And of course, you're right...it needs to be with someone you love most dearly!" I said smiling at her and gripping her hands. Her phrase was designed to say she loved me and by my agreement, I was telling her I loved her. But I added the words 'most dearly' to it, and she knew now how I felt in my heart about her. She looked at me then in a different way. "My parents don't talk to me like that, Stan," she said sadly. "They don't have much time for me, it seems." She looked sad. "Mom loves me so much and is so worried about me, and yet she's so busy and so worried about her marriage and then with dad on the road all the time?so she and I don't talk like we used to." Again, I took her chin in my hand and turned her face to me. "I'm sorry about all of that, Bethany. If I could find a way to make it right for you and your mom, I would.? Her eyes got big, and she threw her arms around my neck, hugging me hard. "Oh Stan!" she exclaimed and kept hugging me. "I don't lie now, and I would never lie to you, and I promise I'll never tell another soul about us... I promise!" I kissed her deeply then and she moaned into my mouth. I was starting to get hard again, and stood up and dropped my shorts in front of her. "Do you see what you do to me, my love?" I said, my cock sticking out. She reached out and took hold of it, giggling. "Do you want me to suck it for you again, Stan?" she said, looking up at me and licking her lips. Those words and the look in her eyes were the stuff of wet dreams! Boy did I ever want her to suck me off again, but I wanted to go down on her worse right now! "Oh, baby love!" I said, kissing her madly and she responded in kind, gently stroking my cock. "I would love for you to, but right now, I want to please you and take care of you!" I said, smiling at her. "I want to show you what a real orgasm feels like...OK?" "OK, Stan" she said quietly, leaning in to kiss me again. This girl was thrilling my heart in a way no woman had ever done! "Besides, this will give you something to really think about on those nights alone in bed!" I smiled devilishly at her. "You are so bad!" She smiled and giggled. "Would it be ok if we took your clothes off now?" I asked gently. She nodded and started to peel them off herself, and as I watched her take off her halter top, she heard my breath suck in loudly. She looked up at me quickly then, and I could tell she thought I was going to laugh at her or say something derogatory. This poor young lady was insecure about my affection. I knew this would take time to correct but when I did, it would be a wonderful thing! I leaned in then and looked deep into her dark eyes, then kissed her. "Your breasts are so beautiful, Bethany!" I said in awe...and they were. Firm generous mounds, more full than I would have expected for a 16-year-old, with magically upturned and very puffy aureola and thick nipples topping them off, pointing upward and defying gravity. And the nipples were nicely dark in color against her skin. I bent down and kissed each one and I felt her hands go to my head and her fingers were in my hair. "OH, Stan!" she cried out as I took them in my mouth one at a time. I nibbled gently and sucked them, pulling the little puffy peaks into hard fully distended nipples. It was a sight to drive any man wild. "Oh my god, baby!" I said. "You are so beautiful! So womanly and feminine!" "Stan!" she said quietly, her breathing raspy. I swirled my tongue around those luscious nipples, reveling in the feel of them growing hard and pointy beneath my tongue. I sucked them until the nipples were very firm and tight and pointing right up at me. I looked at them in amazement and realized they were the most beautiful breasts I'd ever laid eyes (or mouth) on and I told her so. Her eyes were watery and I could see how much that meant to her. I continued for several minutes, just gently teasing those precious points. They were the stuff of dreams...my dreams. They were too perfect, and once again it was all I could do to keep my control. I wanted to bite them and pinch them and make her cum, but that would come with time. Right now was the time to respect her and treat her like a queen, which to me she was. "Lay back, darling" I said gently. I reached gently for her shorts and started to pull them down. Her breasts remained firm and jiggled enticingly as she laid back. Her hardened puffy nipples pointing at the ceiling sent a shuddering wave of lust through me. "Lift your hips for me baby," I asked, and she did. She wore little white cotton panties and against the natural dark tone of her legs and stomach, they were breathtaking to look at. "Oh, baby doll!" I said in awe. Her legs closed involuntarily, but I looked at her and said "Please let me look at you, love!" Then slowly then her knees parted. "Let me have your panties now, too, baby." "You've made me so wet down there, and I think I may have had a small orgasm or two while you were teasing my nipples!" She said shyly. I smiled generously at her. "Oh baby, I'm so glad!" I said. She reached up and just before she pulled her panties off, I saw a dark wet spot down there and I felt a glob of pre-cum run up my shaft at the sight. She took her panties up to her knees, then I took them off the rest of the way. I was greeted with a sight that could only be described as paradise. Dark silky hairs perhaps an inch long sparsely covered her mound above her pussy, and even more sparsely descended down either side of her lips. The hairs got finer and shorter as they descended down into her ass crack. Her skin was medium-dark, like a beautiful dark peaches and cream complexion, but her pussy lips were darker still, and they were thick and meaty and protruded like tiny half-moons guarding either side of her opening. The hood to her clit was quite large and that told me it was protecting a large clit beneath it. Again, my breath was taken away from me, and I realized my mouth was watering profusely. "Oh, my baby!" I cried out hoarsely. "You are more beautiful than I could have ever imagined!" "Stan!" she exclaimed quietly. "If you keep complimenting me like this, I will come to expect it all the time!" she giggled nervously. "You have every right to expect it, B!" I said seriously. I leaned in close to her now and could smell her ripeness. We'd been out in the summer heat for quite some time and she was sweetly gamey. There was the smell of teen sweat, but also there was the strong citrus and musk smell of a woman's cunt in the making, and there was wetness at the bottom of her slit that was calling to me. I groaned out loud and kissed the insides of her thighs. Her legs twitched and I felt her hands in my hair. "You are sooo beautiful!" I groaned as my lips brushed her pussy and I got my first faint taste of her moist flower. It was exquisite, and I was quite hard from being this close to her. I thought to look at the clock and noticed it was 1:45. I was going to take my time with her for a long while now. I grabbed her hips and gently pulled her closer to me. I reached up and took grabbed two pillows and told her to put one under her head and lift her ass so I could put the other under it. "Are you comfortable, baby?" I asked gently. "Uh, huh" she groaned, looking down now at her own pussy. I bent back down between her legs and sniffed deeply of her strong aroma. I knew that after a long bath she would taste again like the young lady she was, but right now, I wanted my mouth on this pussy in the worst way and really could've cared less how strong she tasted. I put my hands behind her knees and gently spread her open, marveling at the way her pussy lips opened for me as well. And there at the bottom of her slot was that sexy little dark puckered asshole! Oh yeah, I was going to eat that out, too! I gently ran my tongue into her hole and up her slot, listening to her cry out as her taste assaulted my senses and made my mind reel. She was very wet, and it was thick and slightly milky, and very tangy. I was so fucking turned on I could barely think straight. Mine was the first tongue to touch these sweet lips! Her hands had a death grip on my hair now, and that in itself was a turn-on as well. She was moaning and breathing very hard now. And she kept talking to me, which further aroused me to no end. I teased her clit briefly then went back to licking her vagina. She had squealed when I made first contact with her clit, and I looked up into her eyes and smiled. "Grab hold of your legs for me, baby, and keep them spread wide for me?" I asked gently, smiling at her. She grabbed behind her knees and pulled herself even more open for me. I smiled to myself at that. I reached around her thighs and under her arms and pulled the hood back off her clit. It was already swollen and larger than most women's ever get! With her clit fully exposed now, I bent in and took it in my mouth, and Bethany fairly well went orbital! I looked up at her in concern for a second, and when she saw my face all she could get out was "No! Don't stop!" Her face and chest seemed to be blushing, and I giggled at her as she grinned. "Liked that, did you?" I asked, still laughing. "Don't you dare stop now, Stan!" she said through gritted teeth. "Oh please, baby!" I took her clit in my mouth again and sucked and flicked my tongue across it. In just a few seconds, I could tell she was having her first orgasm, and her legs clamped against my head, and her hands were pulling at my hair. "Oh, fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkk!" she sobbed, and she began twitching in her hips and thighs. Now she was whimpering and making pained noises and I couldn't help but grin. I didn't let up and began licking her thick copious juices that were flowing from her hole. Then I nibbled at her clit and sucked it in between my teeth. Within seconds, Bethany was crying out and then cumming again, and cried out my name and a few other choice words that I didn't know 16-year-old girls knew! Her aroma was breathtaking and strong, and I pulled away to look down at her as I pulled her dark lips apart. She was dark pink just on the inside and very lovely bright pink further inside, and she was coated with her own juices and so was her asshole. I bent in and flicked my tongue across her asshole and tasted her juices and something more, but hell, I didn't care. I was so fucking hot for her right now I wasn't in my right mind. She let out a quiet scream when my tongue flicked her asshole and I heard her cry out "more, baby!", so I gave her more, then plunged my tongue into her ass while pinching her nipples. "OH, FUCK!" she screamed and her thighs began twitching again as she came for the third time. As her orgasm came to a crescendo, I sucked her clit into my mouth and beat my tongue against it. I could hear her sobs and cries and I was actually quite proud of myself for the way she was getting off on this. No matter that she was a virgin and unused to this kind of treatment...I was still proud of myself! I let her calm down as I kissed her pussy and gently licked her lips. I looked up to see tears in her eyes from the excitement and exertion, and she was panting like she'd just run a couple of miles. I smiled at her and just watched her beautiful chest rising and falling with her slowing breathing. "Oh, my god, Stan!" She cried out hoarsely when at last she was able. Her chest was dark pink and sweaty. "I'm just getting started, darling!" I smiled at her. She just shook her head in amazement. I bent back down and gently took her clit between my teeth, flicking my tongue across it then swirling it all around the knob. She was crying out pretty much constantly now and her twitching and gasping was coming regularly as well. I ate her gently and kept eating her, probably giving her at least 3 more orgasms before she finally pushed my head away and begged me to stop! "Are you sure you want me to stop?" I asked playfully. "Cause I could go on for another hour or so yet!" I smiled sweetly. "Oh, god!" she groaned, and put her hands in front of her pussy. "You crazy man!" she said. "I have never...I never could have known it would feel so good. I am a bundle of nerves down there, and you found every trigger to each of them!" her head fell back. I laughed devilishly. "Not even close, darling!" I said. "I have many more devilish tricks and tortures in mind for you, my pretty!" She looked deep into my eyes. "You're a madman...you know that?" I crawled up between her legs and looked at her. "So I take it you kinda liked that OK, then?" I smiled like an idiot. "Oh, god, Stan!" she said, her eyes rolling. "You are magic down there! You had me completely in your power, do you know that?" I was giggling at her facial expressions. "So does that mean that you might let me do that again sometime?" I asked coyly. "Anytime you want baby!" she cooed. "My pussy is all yours and nobody else's!" I beamed at that and leaned down to kiss her deeply.?When we broke away, she looked at me and made a face. "Ewwwww" she said. "That's what I taste like?" she asked. I nodded and grinned stupidly. "And I smell terrible!" she said. "How could you possibly like that?" I looked her dead in the eyes. "Because to me you have the beautiful smell and taste of a full grown woman, Bethany" I replied quietly. "And what's more, you are more beautiful down there than any woman I've ever been with, and if it were up to me, I'd do that every day to you for the rest of my life!" I said with emphasis. "Besides" I shrugged, "I knew you had been outside and sweating, and I had no idea when you last took a bath, so I was prepared for anything! In any event, it tasted and smelled divine to me. Yummy!" I said, smacking my lips, and smiling. "Oh, Stan!" she said, almost like she was in awe. "If I had it my way, I'd want you to do that to me every day for the rest of my life!" I looked at her then and kissed her deeply and this time she gave back as well, strong taste or not. We kissed for a while, just enjoying the feel of each other like this on my bed. Then I asked her "can I do it for you one more time before you have to leave?" She nodded quickly. "Oh, yes please, baby!" she said, grinning hugely. I was gentler with her that next time, taking her up very slowly and really teasing her, then stopping several times before she could cum for close to 15 minutes or so until she positively begged me to finish her off. In the end, she just about came unglued with the new experience of it all, and she clung to me tightly after I was done with her and she lay there panting and sweating. "You are so evil and devilish!" she said, smiling wickedly at me. "And you can eat my pussy like that any time you want to or need to, baby!" she laughed. Bethany learned a lot and grew up very quickly that afternoon, and for the rest of our time together, we just laid there talking before she had to leave. It was a quiet time of her talking about what this all had felt like for her, and how much it meant to her that I was the one that was teaching her. I wanted to make love to her so badly then while we laid there talking, but I knew tomorrow would be worth waiting for, even if she still didn't feel ready to go all the way with me. We agreed to meet again at the Howard's house at 7 that night to put the dog up for the night and get the eggs out of the chicken house, and I truly had no idea what to expect from her tonight! I was next door at the Howard's house when I heard her drive her bicycle up behind me. "Hey, baby!" she called out, and it made my heart flutter for a moment. I turned around to watch her drop her bike and run to me, smiling. She hugged me hard and kissed me deeply, then looked up at me. "I thought about you all afternoon" she said shyly. "So did I, honey!" I responded. She searched my eyes, then tilted her head up to me. I kissed her ravenously and she returned it fully, her hands on me and mine on her. "Mmmmmm" she moaned as her hands found my hard cock. "Feels like you missed me?" she asked. I just smiled down at her. "Would you like some help with that?" she asked suggestively. "Well now..." I said. "Just what did you have in mind?" I said. She dropped to her knees and unzipped me. She reached in and took my cock out, stroking it with her silky hands. "Just this" she said, and opened wide to take me in her mouth. I groaned and nearly swooned as I felt her hot little mouth clamp around my cock. One hand was feverishly working my balls and the other had a grip on my shaft. I unbuttoned my shorts and slid my underwear down. "Oh, fuck, Bethany!" I groaned. "Kiss my balls, baby!" I groaned. She looked up at me, then buried her head in my crotch and I felt her tongue flick across my sack and felt her gentle kisses down there. "Oh, fuck, Bethany!" I cried out. "You're gonna make me cum if you keep that up, little girl!" She looked up at me and giggled. "Isn't that the idea, honey?" she said. Then she started stroking my cock and sucking on the head again, licking furiously all the while. She still lacked a little in technique, but how long could any man last when a sweet little 16-year-old was wantonly sucking on his cock? I lasted less than 5 minutes, to be exact. And that's all it took as that little lady attacked my cock ferociously and then swallowed all my cum just like she had earlier that day! "Mmmmm" she said, licking her lips. "You know, I could get addicted to the taste and feel of your cum!" she said with a giggle. "I love the way it shoots all hot and thick into my mouth!" "Well..." I stammered, still in shock over her oral attack, "I could get used to my cock being in your mouth, baby doll!" I laughed. She laughed with me, then stood up and kissed me, still stroking my cock. "Tomorrow," she said quietly, staring into my eyes, "I want you to make love to me" she said seriously and more boldly than her usual, smiling up at me. You could have knocked me over with a feather. "I want you to be my first" she said. "I know now that I can't wait any longer. I want to be with you, and I know I'm going to make myself cum a million times tonight thinking about what we did today and then what we will do tomorrow!" "Oh, my sweet baby girl" I exclaimed with a groan. "I really want to be your first, too!" We kissed long and hard. "I gotta run or mom will be wondering what's keeping me" she said. "Are you ok here?" she asked. "Is it OK if I leave and you finish up for us?" "Absolutely" I replied. "No problem!" She smiled up at me, her arms around my neck. "I'll be at your house at 11 sharp tomorrow. Can you finish up here in the morning again and be back at the house by then?" she asked smiling. Hell, that was a no- brainer!?"Sure!" I said, smiling back at her. "OK, then" she said, walking back to her bike, her beautiful legs making her tight ass wiggle enticingly. Then, as she got on her bike, she called to me. "Hey, Stan?" she said. I watched her as she was pulling a u-turn on her bike to leave. "Yes?" I responded. "I love you!" she called out with a smile, and then she was gone. Man was it a long night. I was hard half the night, but kept my hands off myself. I wanted to save all my energy for Bethany the next day. I felt like I actually had something to live for again, and was really excited about my situation now for the first time in years, but never so much as now. My parents were gone now, both from a boating accident 3 years ago. The investigation revealed fuel leaks and a massive explosion that I had always hoped killed them both instantly. I was an only child, and was completely devastated and crushed by their loss, as we'd been a very close family. At first I had cursed it all and my life without them, but now...well, I was determined to begin living again. I had quit my job right after losing my parents, but kept this house that I'd already had for 3 years by that time. My parents had been wealthy, and I inherited everything they had, but I hadn't spent much of their money except to pay off my debt, and then for what it took to keep living and paying the bills. Oh, I bought a new car and some other things I'd needed or just wanted, but that was about it. I'd sold almost all of their things, house, furniture...everything that I didn't want. I'd always been a "modest means" kind of guy and not wrapped up in the material like so many others my age. Besides, all that money from my parents death left a bitter taste in my mouth and so I left it alone for the most part. Now I had over $7 million in the bank or in investments, and there was no reason why I'd ever have to work again. Heck, I was making roughly $20,000 a month just on the gains from the investments and interest income! I was careful to never let anyone know about my financial situation, and I was determined to keep that my secret for a long time...and certainly until I saw and knew more about where this thing between Bethany and me was going. Right now, I was still living in a dream world because of her, and it had been less than 24 hours since everything had changed. I knew that anything could happen in the near future...and most of it seemed potentially bad - especially for me, so I really needed to be on my guard and as careful as I could be. But I was becoming sure of one thing...I could fall in love with that girl very quickly and easily, and I was thinking I was already heading in that direction at breakneck speed. I had difficulty sleeping that night, thinking about what the next day would bring. I had a very sweet young girl showing up at my house in the morning because she loved me and wanted me to take her virginity, and that thought pretty much freaked me out all night. I was up just after dawn and had a raging hard-on so I took a cold shower to calm myself down. Then I was over to the Howard's to check things out early. I was back at the house by 9am and had a big breakfast. I had a feeling I was going to need my energy for the day. I changed the sheets on the bed, cleaned up the bedroom and bathroom, vacuumed and just picked up, and checked the fridge for sandwich fixings and sodas. At 10:50 there was a knock at the door, and when I opened it up, there stood Bethany. She had a nervous look in her eyes but a big smile on her face. She was wearing a little makeup today, and looked absolutely stunning, and she took my breath away. It didn't take long for me to see that she was afraid I'd changed my mind about us and as a result she was acting really insecure. I took her hand and closed the front door and locked it. I pulled her to me and held her tight. She rested her head on my chest and I felt her sigh. I just held her for a time, then whispered "I missed you, baby." She looked up at me and I saw tears in her eyes. "Really, Stan?" she asked nervously. I leaned down and kissed her lightly, then more intensely. Her hands were on my chest as she returned the kiss. "Yes, Bethany. Really." I smiled. "You haven't changed your mind, have you?" she asked shyly. I looked at her. "About today...or about us?" I asked. She looked very nervous now. "Either, I guess...both" she said quietly, her face turned down. She was scared. I reached down and scooped her up in my arms and carried her to the bedroom without saying a word. As I walked into the bedroom I said "I know you're scared this won't last or that I'll move on, but I want you to remember that trust that you've always had in me and realize that I love you, Bethany, and I want you for my woman as long as you'll have me, OK?" She started crying then and just held onto me with her head on my shoulder. She wouldn't let me put her down just yet. I sat down on the bed still holding her and waiting for her sobs to die down. "Say that again to me, Stan" she looked up at me hopefully. I looked her in the eyes. "I love you Bethany Jones" I said. Then I smiled and gave her a tender kiss. She sighed then, and smiled back and the tears began to flow again. "I love you too, Stan Martin!" she breathed sincerely. "And I will love you as long as you will have me!" I stood her in front of my bed and began to undress her, kissing her skin with each new article of clothing I removed. I spent a considerable and gentle time with her nipples, then moved down to her incredibly flat belly and deep belly button, then I removed her tennis shoes and shorts and panties. When she was naked at last in front of me, I continued to put kisses everywhere on her silky skin, and licked her little mound and lips as she stood there with her hands in my hair. I especially loved her very firm and flat tummy and her beautiful "innie" belly button. By now, she was breathing hard and wetting her lips with her tongue. Finally, I stood up and asked "Bethany, when you drove your bike away from the Howard's house yesterday, you said something to me." She nodded. "Do you remember what you said to me?" She nodded again. "I told you I loved you" she said quietly. "And do you truly...love me?" I asked her. She nodded again. "I do, Stan" she said. "Filipino women know about family and love and devotion to our man, and we know when we have found that man." She looked me dead in the eyes with that. I bent over and kissed her tender lips. "Oh, baby girl!" Bethany teared up then and her arms hugged me tightly. She put her lips to my ears and said, "I really need you to make love to me now, honey." My heart stopped. Those were the sweetest words I'd ever heard in my life. I stood up and sat her on a chair in my room, then pulled the covers back on the bed, then picked her up again and gently laid her on my bed. Then I removed my clothes slowly, while watching her. I was very hard, and when at last I removed my underwear, her eyes travelled down my body to my cock. "I know you tell me how beautiful I am, but I think you are beautiful also, Stan" she said shyly. "And I think your cock is especially beautiful and exciting" she finished, and her hands slipped around me, caressing me with her silky fingers. I slid into bed beside her and held her cool but rapidly warming body in my arms and kissed her. My fingers found her pussy and I gently rubbed her clit. She was very wet and that turned me on tremendously. Soon she was moaning and breathing into my mouth. I moved down between her legs and they opened for me as I kissed her sweet, sweet pussy and parted her lips with my tongue. She whimpered as I began to tongue her gently. I grabbed her calfs and pushed her legs way up by her head. Her arms went around her legs to hold them. She was bent nearly in half and wide open to me. I groaned and praised her beauty. Within moments, Bethany was cumming into my mouth and I realized how different she smelled and tasted today. She had obviously bathed this morning and had cleaned up for me. Gone was the wild gaminess from yesterday, replaced with the tender, sweet taste of a very young and untried pussy. It was the most delicious thing I've ever tasted, and I told her so. "Are you sure you still want this, Bethany?" I asked her gently, staring into her eyes. "Yes, I am" she replied decisively and nodded. I moved up between her legs. "Then take hold of me and guide the head to the opening on your pussy, baby" I said gently. Her silky fingers wrapped around my steel-like shaft and I felt the warm wetness of her pussy on my cock head and nearly lost control right then. Her eyes never left mine. "Lift your legs and keep them spread for me, baby" I said. Her hands went behind her knees then. "You can hold them back for me if it's more comfortable for you." She nodded, still staring intently at me. "It will hurt a little at first when I first enter you, but after that, it'll get better...OK, honey?" "OK." She sounded like a little girl there for a second. I smiled at her. I pushed inward slightly and felt the resistance of her maidenhead. She cried out just for a second. I pulled out, adjusting my position for more control, then slowly worked my head back in and out of her several times, wetting myself good. Her eyes were big and dilated. "You feel...so...huge!" she whimpered to me, breathing deeply. "Ready?" I asked again, staring at her and smiling gently. "Uh, huh" she nodded. I pushed inward and then felt the maidenhead give and she cried out and tears came to her eyes. And just like that, I was inside of her and sliding most of my rock hard almost eight inches into her. Her hands dropped her legs and she put her arms around my neck. "Oh, Stan!" was all she could muster. "Oh my God, you?re inside of me!" I smiled and cooed into her ear. "Thank you for this wonderful gift, Bethany!" I said, and then my lips found hers and we held each other tight as I pushed inward and sheathed myself fully inside her. She was so tight and so hot and so wet, and I was so ready to cum, but I knew I couldn't unless we wanted to risk her getting pregnant. "I'm going to have to pull out and put a condom on before we go much further, baby" I said. "Are you OK with that?" She nodded. "I understand" she breathed. I pulled out and reached over to my bedside table. I already had one out and ready to put on. I noticed that she whimpered when I pulled out, and I smiled at her. I slipped it on my slightly bloody cock and positioned myself over her again. I spit onto my hand and rubbed my sheathed cock. "I really truly hate to do this, but baby, we don't need you getting pregnant, and I want to cum when I'm inside of you!" She nodded. "It's OK, baby" she said. "Thank you for worrying about me!" It took more in and out sliding to get myself back into her, but in no time I was fully seated again, and I could feel my balls against her tiny ass. It was very erotic, in spite of just having to stop to put that damn rubber on. I began to gently take short then longer strokes into her and her eyes got big and her mouth opened. "Does it hurt?" I asked, concerned. She shook her head quickly. "Not bad!" she said. "It just that...you...feel...so huge!" she said, blinking several times. "It feels like you're way up in my throat!" I smiled down at her. "And you feel absolutely heavenly, love" I returned. I took her in my arms and held her as I gently stroked and I heard her breathing get louder and faster. "Think you can cum with me?" I asked. "Uh, huh" she groaned and nodded "I think so!". She was starting to whimper now, and my strokes became longer. She looked so lovely beneath me and I felt my orgasm coming on. Her eyes got bigger still. "You're close, aren't you?" she said more than asked. I could only nod. "Cum with me, my sweet baby girl. I was taking pretty much full strokes now and her head rolled back and the tendons on her neck stuck out. "Oh, fuck!" she groaned and cried out with a sob. "Oh baby!" I cried out, my voice almost a sob as well. "I'm cumming, Stan!" she sobbed, and I could feel her pussy contract around me and then I went over the edge too. I was really pounding her now, and then I was shooting my load and it was the most amazing thing, looking down at this beautiful girl and taking her like this, cumming into her. Well, cumming into the condom. But we were going to have to do something about that, and soon. We both cried out and I just kept stroking into her until I had to stop for exhaustion. I fell on top of her for a second, then lifted my body weight off her and rolled us to our sides with me still in her. I watched her face and when she opened her eyes, she looked dead into mine. Her breathing was finally starting to slow down. "I made the right choice, my sweet man!" She whispered. "You are the right man for me, and I want to be with you forever!" she said with tears in her eyes. I was overwhelmed by this admission. All I could do was grab her and hold on tight while kissing her deeply. We laid like that a long time, not talking much but just holding each other. Our hands did our talking for us, and soon my cock slipped from her vagina. "You OK, baby?" I asked gently. She smiled and her eyes were dreamy. "Oh, yeah!" she said slowly. "What about you?" she asked. I smiled back at her. "I love you, Bethany!" I admitted, and she grabbed me and kissed me passionately. "I love you too, Stan!" We laid there a while longer. "Hey, let's go take a shower together!" I smiled at her. She looked embarrassed for a second and hesitated. "C'mon, you!" I tickled her and pulled her out of the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off her the whole time. She was lovely; long and languine. And so feminine in all her ways and movements. And her eyes had a new sparkle to them. But then I imagine mine did as well! We held each other in the shower, kissing and soaping each other down. It was very erotic, and I was getting hard again. My fingers found her pussy and I slid one in and she held me and bit my shoulder as she humped my hand. Then I slid my other hand around on her little firm ass cheeks and my finger slid right up her asshole. She cried out and squirmed on both fingers, panting and whimpering. "Oh, my god!" she cried out, cumming, her knees buckling. She was gripping both fingers with both holes and almost shrieking. I bent down and sucked and bit a nipple and wiggled my fingers inside her. Then she lifted her face to mine and our mouths met. Her tongue was inside my mouth and she was moaning and gasping as I continued to torture her. I was fully hard again, and I lifted her off her feet and held her above my cock. When she saw what I was doing, she reached down between us and guided me to her pussy lips while I slowly lowered her onto me. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out, and so did I. "Oh fuck me, Stan!" she sobbed and I lifted her bodily then dropped her onto my rock hard cock. Her legs wrapped around me, and the next thing I knew, I opened the shower and lowered her to the bathroom floor and was fucking her like mad. Bethany was sobbing and crying out and I felt her nails digging into my back. Her legs were open wide and she lifted them to put her heels around my back. I was pounding her mercilessly as she screamed out again, "Fuck me, baby!" she cried out, the tendons on her neck sticking out as she was getting pounded pretty hard now. I could feel her pussy contract and knew she was cumming, and I was within seconds myself. "Going to cum, baby!" I groaned, and pulled out of her. From my knees, I began to shoot long strands of pearly cum onto her belly and chest. She was watching me stroke it, and she reached her hand out under my cock to catch some of the cum, which she licked off her hand and fingers. That was a tremendous turn-on for me, but then she looked down at her belly and wiped that up too and licked it off her fingers as well! ?I don?t like to waste it!? She blushed. I kneeled there watching her as she laid back on the floor, teasing me and licking her fingers. What a minx! I told her how amazing she was as I fell over on her, kissing her madly. I picked her up and took her back to bed where we held each other and kissed long and hard. Before long, my face was between her legs again and my tongue in her ass. She was crying out in no time then I wet a finger in her pussy, then slowly worked it up her ass while I sucked madly on her clit. She cried out loudly when she came and her fingers were locked in my hair, holding on for dear life and nearly yanking some of it out! After that, we just laid there again for a long time, just trying to recover. I could not get enough of her, and realized now that I'd never be satisfied with only seeing her once a day or so. That was going to be very difficult for me, and I didn't like the thought of it one bit. We got up long enough to fix ourselves a huge sandwich and get some chips and a soda. Then we sat naked on the couch while we ate and talked. There was never a dull moment for conversation with Bethany, and she had interests in a wide range of things, which not only impressed me but it was very enticing to me. We talked about the inevitability of school starting back up in just over six weeks, and we both knew what that meant. No more afternoons together. Bethany also confided in me that she thought her dad and mom were close to getting a divorce, and that her mom was pretty sure that he was cheating on her with other women while he was traveling. Bethany said that a Filipino woman would endure a lot for the sake of a marriage, but even her mom was having serious problems with the marriage under those circumstances. I voiced my surprise at that because I thought June was a beautiful woman (and she was, regal and stunningly dark), and it surprised me that Sam could be unfaithful to her. "I don't understand it either, but I do know my mom would never cheat on him" she said. I told Bethany that I thought she got all her great looks and strong character from her mom. She smiled at that and thanked me, but it had embarrassed her. She went on to say that she'd heard them arguing a lot more lately, and her dad was yelling at her just about every day he was home, and that he seemed to be getting a lot more aggressive and mean with her as time went on. She knew her mom wouldn't divorce her dad even if she had proof he was unfaithful, but she felt like her dad was just waiting for the right time to drop the bomb on them. "What would happen to you if they divorced?" I asked quietly. "I wondered about that too, so I asked my mom about it. She says dad has already told her that she can have full custody of me." Her eyes teared up then. "He doesn't want me" she said. He's already told my mom that she will have to take care of me." There were tears in her eyes and now she was crying. No matter how she saw her dad and all his flaws, he was still her daddy, and to be told 'I don't want you', well...that's something no daughter should ever have to hear and I knew now why Bethany felt so insecure about what we had. I felt like going down to her house and having a nice long talk with that son of a bitch. My anger boiled up inside me like a raging storm. I pulled her to me and held her tight, listening to her quietly cry and it broke my heart. "I'm so sorry, B" I whispered to her. She sensed my anger then and looked at me. I told her what I was feeling then. How bad I felt for her and how I'd like to teach him how to be a real man. She hugged me again. "What would I do without you in my life, Stan?" She whispered quietly. Later, after the subject changed, and we were talking about sex again, I asked her how she felt about birth control, and she said she didn't have a problem with it. She said her school would actually give her free birth control pills if she asked for them, which shocked me. I asked her if they would notify her parents and she said no. That shocked me even worse. "I can't believe the schools are doing that now!" I said. "How on earth do they get away with that?" I shook my head in disgust. But then I thought, here we were thinking about taking advantage of that situation! Hypocrite, I called myself! "But how do you feel about getting on the pill?personally, though?" I asked her. "Well, a week ago, I'd have said I don't need to be on it, but now...well, I want to keep making love to you and I don't want you to have to keep using a condom, and besides, I think it would feel so incredible for you to cum inside me!" she said, rolling her eyes. "So...?" I said. "So I'll talk to the school nurse when school starts and get started on the pill right away," then she paused as if thinking of something else. "But then I guess I could go to the clinic in town and get some and get started on them now." "You can get them from the clinic, too?" I asked, shocked at that. "Oh, sure!" she said. "A lot of girls are getting theirs there, but..." she paused. "But what?" I asked. "Well... they're not free at the clinic" she replied. I paused, thinking. "How would you feel about me giving you the money for them from now on, and taking you there to get them?" I asked. She paused, thinking. "Can you afford them?" she asked innocently. I kept a straight face at that one, but it was hard. "Oh, I think so!" I said and paused, still watching her face. "So are you OK with that plan?" I asked her, looking straight at her. She nodded. "Yes, because I certainly want us to be safe, and I definitely don't want to get pregnant!" I smiled at her. "Well, as long as you're OK with it, then I am, because it's your body, sweetheart, and you get the first say in something like that. Understand?" I said, very relieved with that plan and her decision. Bethany thanked me for saying that and kissed me gently. Then she got quiet for a bit. Then, "Hey, Stan?" "Yeah?" I said lazily, laying next to her and holding her hand. "You don't work for a living...do you?" She asked tentatively. I paused. "No, I don't, Bethany" I answered carefully. She paused. "Did you lose your job or something?" I paused, wondering how far to go with this. "Nooooo" I answered slowly. She looked at me then, waiting. "I have a fair amount of money saved up, and after my parents died, I kept working for a while but decided to take some time off. Losing them really hurt, and I don't think I'll ever get over it. We were very close and I don't have any brothers or sisters, so I just felt so alone in this world after they just suddenly died. I have savings I can live off of for a while, and the house is paid for, so I'm happy not to have to work right now." That led to a conversation about my family and how my parents died. I was surprised to see tears in her eyes when I talked about losing my parents. I thought that was really sweet and special of her. So now that part of my life was out in the open now and I'd dodged the bullet for now about my financial position. There would be plenty of time for that later if need be. Until then, I wanted to know that this was real and long-term and based on love and not material things. I didn't have my doubts as to Bethany's feelings, but big money can throw a monkey wrench into things pretty quickly sometimes. We didn't have enough time for any more intimacy that afternoon, so Bethany cleaned up and rode her bike home right at 4pm so she would be home when her mom got there later. I gave a lot of thought to what she said about her parents. I meant what I said about her dad, but I also meant it about her mom. I'd always thought she looked really exotic for an "older" woman. But that was funny when I thought about it, because her mom was only about 8 years older than me. Still, if I didn't have my eyes on Bethany, and Sam and June got divorced, I might have made a play for June. Somehow I think she would make a very devoted and loving wife. Thinking along those lines, I began to formulate a plan that might allow Bethany and me to be together and also involve June in the process. I saw Bethany that evening at the Howard's house again, and we made love on the picnic table. I'd taken a blanket and a condom just in case, but there was no reason for me to have worried. Bethany practically attacked me and when I said get up on the table, she dropped her shorts and sat on the edge of the table, spreading her legs wide for me. She was already sopping wet and I went down on her with a hunger that surprised even me. I brought her to an orgasm quickly then just before her second orgasm, I slid in to the hilt with no problem except for her tightness, and man was she ever tight! And she groaned a scream out loudly when I shoved myself into her, and I felt her pussy contract even more tightly around me and felt the gush of her juices. I was standing in front of her, giving her all I had. She told me afterward how sore she was from earlier that day, but she said she didn't care. It just felt too good! We were really going at it, and I know she'd cum twice when I told her I was close. "Don't cum in the rubber, baby!" she said hurriedly. "I want to taste it again!" That sent me over the edge, and I cried out hoarsely that I was going to cum. I pulled out quickly and stripped off the condom. By that time she was off the table and bent over sucking my cock like a starving little girl. I yelled that I was cumming and she grabbed my balls and pulled them upward and milked them as I shot time after time into her hot hungry mouth. Cum was dribbling out of her mouth at that angle, but she managed to swallow a good bit of it. I was looking down at her bare ass and the beautiful curve of her hips and reached over to push my finger in her while she sucked me off. In the end, I had to lean against the table while she finished me off for fear I was going to fall. When I was done, she squeezed my cock hard and sucked the tip of it to get the last of it out. "I really do love to do that to you!" she said lasciviously, wiping her cheek and chin and sucking the remnants of me off her fingers. "I love the sounds you make, and I really get off on feeling your cock swell and bulge and all when you shoot! Your cock feels so powerful then, but my mouth is more powerful, and always wins the contest in the end!" she giggled at her humor. ?Besides, if you can?t cum in me naturally, I want it on me?like on my titties, or in my mouth. Shooting it into a condom seems like a terrible waste to me!? I just smiled and shook my head at her. "You are such a turn-on, B!" I groaned. I grabbed her then and lifted her back onto the table and dropped to my knees between her legs and ate her to another strong climax, and when she came, she yelled out my name and her hips and legs twitched. It was such a turn-on to see the way she came and to hear the sounds she made! Now I understood why she'd said that exact same thing about me a few minutes earlier! We talked a little afterward and I told her I was actually surprised how much she enjoyed the taste of my cum. She told me that she really liked the feeling of power she had over me when she sucked me off (and she smiled devilishly), and that she really did get off on me cumming in her mouth and knowing that she was getting so good at it that I came so easily and powerfully for her. She added that she really didn't mind the taste or texture at all, and besides, she really enjoyed hearing me groan like I was in pain or something (another devilish grin!). I told her I felt the exact same way about going down on her, and she blushed. I told her that it turned me on so much to be down there and teasing her or bringing her off, and that I loved to lick her little asshole and listen to her getting off and all the wonderful noises she made when she came. I told her I loved to watch her thighs twitch and her hips roll when she came. That really got her blushing, but every word I spoke was true and I told her so. Our time drew to an end too quickly and we both got down about having to go our separate ways. We told each other tenderly and sadly how much we'd miss each other and that we loved each other and after a long hug and kiss, we parted company with the promise to be together tomorrow. I saw her eyes get wet then, and it made me all the more determined to come up with a plan for us to be together. Once again, I had a fairly sleepless night, thinking about this new relationship and wondering how long it could possibly last. After all, don't they say that the more fiercely the candle burns, the quicker it burns out...right? And I kept telling myself 'she's only 16!' The uncertainty of it all made for a long night, probably because I really wanted it to last with Bethany. Oh, why did she have to be *so* young? Sometimes when I thought about it too much (which was regularly now), it felt like there was never going to be a way for us to be together, at least not until she was out of High School. But I knew there had to be a way, and I knew it would involve bringing her mom into the picture. Once again, I took care of the Howard's property early and once again just before 11am, Bethany knocked on my front door. And once again, she had this uncertain and insecure look in her eyes that said 'does he still love me or want me?' We hugged and kissed hard and I spoke comforting words to her, suspecting that she needed to be reassured. Then I told her I wanted to teach her something new today and she brightened up then smiled big. I carried her to the bedroom, her arms around my neck. She was watching me intently all morning, but especially when I gently undressed her, again kissing her everywhere as I went, then I told her to get on her knees up on the edge of the bed and turn her butt to me. What I saw took my breath away and pretty much gave me an instant hard on. Her perfectly shaped firm little butt was up in the air, and her prominent butt crack was spread wide, revealing the sexiest asshole and pussy I'd ever seen from this angle. It literally took my breath away. I groaned loudly. "Oh my god, baby!" I said huskily. "You are so beautiful, woman!" She giggled and then wiggled her ass as she turned around to look at me over her shoulder. It was a priceless view and moment. "Put your face on the bed and arch your back and push your ass out for me, lover!" I said, groaning the words out. She did exactly that, and just when I didn't think the view could get any better, it did. It was the stuff we guys only see in our wet dreams or our fantasies...or porn I suppose. I fell to my knees behind her and reverently put my hands on her butt. "Oh, baby doll!" I said lustily. I kissed her everywhere on her backside, my hands and lips roaming where they would. Then I buried my face in her crack, my nose against her asshole as I tried to swallow her pussy. She cried out and pushed back against me hard and wiggled her ass again. I couldn't resist as I hardened my tongue and drove it all the way into first her pussy and then her asshole. Back and forth I went, as she moaned and her pussy juices began to flow in earnest. My hands were now on her lower ass and upper thighs and I was trying to spread her apart as much as I could. After she'd cum several times and my tongue was starting to cramp, I stood up and dropped my shorts. "I have got to be inside you, baby!" I groaned, to which she moaned and cried out "Yes!" "Spread your ass cheeks for me!" I cried out, and she reached around behind her and grabbed them, pulling them wide and giving me a view of her dark pussy hole that was brightly rimmed with her pink inner lips. I groaned as I took my cock in hand and moved in behind her. I slid my cock up and down her hole for a few moments, coating myself with her juices and enjoying listening to her moan. Then I fairly well rammed it into her, halfway at first, then all the way on the third or forth stroke. She cried out and was panting. "Oh, YEAH, baby!" She grunted, actually pushing back against me forcefully as I thrust into her. "FUCK ME!" she cried, and I did. Once again, I was giving her all I had, to the point of being rough with her. Her little ass cheeks were wiggling and bulging as I would fully enter her, and her thick dark pussy lips felt like they had a death grip on my cock as they held tight as I pulled out to the crown of my cock. She had cum twice and was on her third orgasm now. I could hear her groaning 'yeah' or 'yes' or 'oh fuck' or 'fuck me' or 'oh god' over and over. I could feel the new thick wetness each time she came. She seemed to have an unending supply of cum to lubricate herself with, and yet she remained so damn tight it almost hurt! I just could not get over how sexy she looked down there, grabbing the sheets and pushing back against me. I slowed down for a moment then bent over and reached around to pinch her nipples. "Oh, fuck!" she cried out. Then my hand slid down her incredibly soft belly and I found her clit. That did it for her and she came almost immediately. I grabbed her hips then, feeling my orgasm was getting close. I pulled her knees off the bed and holding her by her hips, I really began pounding her. Her whimpering was all it took for me then. "Going...to...CUM!" I cried out. She disengaged from me then, and swiveled around to take me in her mouth greedily. The sight of that made my balls swell and my cum boil over. I began to shoot and she began to swallow. She was taking most of my length into her mouth now and I could feel the start of her throat as she rammed her head onto my length. She was on her knees and elbows below me with my cock in her mouth and I looked down the length of her back to that incredible ass and the two cheeks that were wiggling as she sucked me dry. B's spine was indented and not bony, and she had two gorgeous dimples at the top of her cheeks. Her hips were gettin a sexy womanly flare to them, and her skin glistened and shone in the light with a fine sheen of sweat. I could even see very fine short hairs on her lower back. It was an incredibly beautiful sight, and I knew then that I was absolutely hooked on her. All these thoughts took place while I emptied my balls into her mouth. Exhausted, I fell over onto the bed, and she followed with me, her mouth seeking out my cock again and getting the final drops from it. She was so damn voracious, and I loved it! All the while her mouth was on me, her eyes were locked with mine, watching me as she took the last globs of my cum from the shaft and then licked it clean. She was any man's greatest fantasy come true. And she was all mine. But for how long, I wondered? "You know," she said, "my pussy doesn't taste half bad!" she grinned devilishly. "To me, it tastes like heaven, baby!" I groaned. Her comment surprised the heck out of me. There just wasn't anything she wasn't game for, and all the body fluids and the mess afterwards didn't bother her in the least. She had a very mature and liberated way of seeing all that, like, if it was from our bodies, what was not to love about it? I agreed with that philosophy. It had always bummed me out when a girl got all uptight about cum being on the sheets or anywhere but inside their cunts. And some wouldn't even kiss you after you'd gone down on them, which was a downer too. We got up to shower together and get a bite to eat, then went back to bed. We laid there a long time, just touching each other and quietly talking and exploring each other's bodies. Her fingertips played with my sac and my cock, just ever so lightly scraping and teasing me down there. It was excruciating and so damn sexy. Her eyes were riveted on my body as she explored me. Then all of a sudden she asked me to hold my legs up and apart and bent down between them. The next thing I knew she had one ball in her mouth, then the other, then her tongue found my asshole and I just about came undone. She loved my reaction and toyed with my asshole for a long time. Then she reached up and started stroking my cock at the same time and I got just as hard as a rock under her ministrations. "Sweet baby, you're torturing me!" I groaned out loud. She giggled. "You can pay me back later...right now, I'm having fun, so just lay back and hush!" she giggled again as her tongue entered my asshole again. I had a lot of pre-cum on my belly and she was smearing it on the head of my cock. She worked her face up my sack and shaft, then licked the pre-cum off my belly then took my cock in her mouth. It never ceased to amaze me the mind this girl had for sex and new things to do with sex. She was so inventive...to the point of being evil! I could feel the cum start to boil in my balls and they began to rise up. "Can you slide him into your throat?" I moaned the question as her tongue wreaked havoc with the tip of my cock. She ran her mouth down my shaft then, and I felt myself bottom out. She gagged a little. "I think it's a mind over matter thing, baby. You just really have to relax and try to just open your throat for it, and relax your gagging reflex" I suggested, feeling like I was going to explode. She worked the shaft a little more, her mouth open very wide now because of my girth. I felt myself bottom out again and again, and then finally, she kind of just relaxed and stopped trying so hard and I slid into her throat. It was tighter than her vagina and she held me there for only a second before coming up for air. Her eyes were tearing but she looked very proud of herself. I beamed at her. "Very nice, lover!" I praised her. "I forgot to tell you to get some air before doing that!" I giggled. She snorted. "No shit!" she muttered, then my cock disappeared into her mouth again. I put a couple of pillows under my head so I could watch her. All the while her mouth was sliding up and down on me, my fingers were in her twat, and her fingers were torturing my sac and balls. "I'm close now, baby!" I groaned. "Mmm, hmmmm" she hummed. Once again she slipped me into her throat then began trying to use it like a pussy. She already was figuring things out on her own now, and no longer needed much advice or hints from me, which amazed me. She was actually starting to teach me things, which was a little intimidating to me. My fingers gripped the sheets and my toes curled. I could feel the cum wanting out in the worst way. "Baby..." I warned, but she knew I was there and was ready. Up and down my shaft her mouth went, all the while her tongue working its frantic magic and her fingers teasing the cum from my balls. I erupted with a force I didn't know I had in me. I came so hard that second time, and it was painful and satisfying all at the same time. In that moment, I knew I was going to have to up my game and find new and inventive ways to please her as well. Now she was no longer teasing my balls but squeezing them, as if to milk them dry. I was groaning and sputtering and thrusting against her mouth, trying desperately not to just grab her head and force myself down her throat completely while I shot. She didn't let up until I was completely done, and then she cleaned the shaft once again while looking at me. "You are incredible!" I groaned. She grinned and sighed. "How did you learn so much and get so good at that so quickly!" I asked in amazement. "Well, I've been watching my dads porn movies each afternoon now and really studying the things those girls can do and have come to realize that I can do all the things they do now, I just have to practice. I understand the moves they make a lot better now, and why, and I just want to try everything with you. Besides, it really gets me going too, to do those things with you! But...I want to learn how to please you and drive you crazy, Stan. I want you to always be thinking about me and I want it to drive you to distraction when you do!" she smiled very evilly then. "But mostly," and now she just stared dreamily into my eyes, "I just want you to feel special, my love!" she said. "Stan, you've done so much for me and to me and made me feel like a real person for the first time in my life, and I just want you to feel the same way" she said. "Oh sweetie!" I said. "You mean the world to me, and believe me, you make me feel special no matter what you do! You make me feel like the luckiest guy in the world, and I'm not just saying that because of the sex we have! It's everything you do and say and the way you are that makes me feel special, B! And honey, I want you to always feel special too!" She beamed. She kissed my cock then and muttered a quiet "thank you, baby", then came up beside me and we kissed long and hard and just held each other. We lay there in the quiet of the afternoon, just gently holding each other. It was 3pm and she had to leave in about 45 minutes. "I don't want this to end, Stan" she said quietly and all of a sudden. I pulled away a little and looked at her. Her eyes were liquid pools and I knew she was close to crying. "What are you saying, B?" I said, my nerves on end with that comment. "School will start again and then we won't be seeing each other hardly at all anymore, and I don't know if I can handle that!" she said, her voice cracking. "And if we stop seeing so much of each other, maybe you'll realize you can live without me being in your life and find a real grown woman to be with!" She was starting to lose it. "I love you Stan!" she said emotionally. "I know a lot of people would say 'yeah, right! You're only 16...how could you possibly know what real love is', but I do, Stan! I do know what real love is. And I know it's not all about sex, either! I know it's about a lot of other things, and that's why I'm so scared you're going to slowly go your own way!" and now she was softly crying and I realized my heart was breaking. "Heyyyyyyy..." I said quietly, holding her close. I waited for the crying to slow down then said "can I confess something to you?" I asked. "Uh, huh" she sniffled. "I'm afraid of the same thing, Bethany" Now it was her turn to look up at me. "I'm afraid when school starts that you're going to find new boyfriends that are your age, and you're going to know so much about sex that you're going to want to have sex with a new young good-looking boy that really steals your heart, and then you won't want to be around an 'old man' like me anymore!" She looked at me, and then it seemed she got a little angry then. "Do you hear what your saying?" she asked. "You're saying you don't trust me or my love enough to stay committed to you!" I thought about that. She was right. Oops! "You're right, B...what you're saying is true...but you're afraid of the exact same thing! You just said you were scared I wouldn't be able to stay true to you either, so isn't that like you just told me you don't trust my love for you?" Her mouth closed then. I could see she was retracing her words to me and thinking about them from my point of view. Very admirable for a 16 year-old! Her shoulders slumped then. "You're right, Stan" she admitted and looked away for a second. That was a big thing for me to see?that she could look honestly at herself and come clean about it. I took hold of her then. "Look at me, Bethany!" I said. "We have 6 more weeks to go before school starts. I'm guessing that as fast as this thing has moved between us, that we're either going to be so burnt out on each other that we'll want to meet new people, or,(and then I shushed her to stop her from interrupting so I could finish my train of thought) or we're going to be so strongly in love that nobody or no thing will be able to tear us apart!" She looked at me differently then. I saw new emotions cross her eyes. I saw hope replace the fear. "Look..." I started again. "It's true, you're 16 and I'm 28, but I'm still a kid at heart, and you have an 'old soul' already! You are already light years ahead of girls who are in college or beyond, for crying out loud! You're mature and interesting and you're a good listener and always fun to be with and talk to!" She smiled sweetly at me then. "Bethany, I've never met anyone like you, and never thought I would! Look, baby...we have six weeks to find out about each other, to learn about each other, to get closer to each other, and then to have amazing sex while we're doing it!" I smiled, waiting for her to catch up to me. "Bethany...I love you. I love you now, and there is a part of me that will always love you, even if for some reason we don't stay together. I know in my heart that this summer will go down in history for me as the best summer of my life, and I will be sad forever if it doesn't last! But if we do stay together, then this summer is so important to both of us! Don't you see? We have a chance right here and starting right now to build a rock-solid foundation for this relationship so that it will last for the rest of our lives together! Don't look at it like we only have 6 weeks left together" I said emphatically. "Look at it like we have 42 days to spend, getting to know each other so well that we will be able to make the right decision about whether to spend the rest of our lives together..." I let that sink in, and just watched her. She lay there for long seconds, processing all that, and then the tears came. "Oh, Stan!" she cried and fell into my arms. We laid there a little longer, then she got cleaned up and left for her house but before she left I talked with her one more time; this time about men, and more specifically, her dad. "Every girl I've ever dated has let me down, Bethany. Every girl either lied to me or slept around or betrayed my trust. I've never had a relationship that lasted more than about 3-4 months. I wanted more, but in the end none of them were right for me, but I always saw that too late, usually after my heart got broken." She just sat there watching me then. "Now I hear about your dad and how he's doing you and your mom, and I need to tell you that I never cared for your dad, because I saw how he treated your mom. I don't think he ever loved her, Bethany. Not the way a husband should love his wife. And I never saw your mom do anything to bring that on herself. And more importantly, it's nothing you have done that has brought this about. As far as I can tell, he would be doing this even if you were a son instead of a daughter, or even if the two of them had never had a child. It's not your fault, honey. That's what I'm saying that you need to get your mind around." She was still watching me but now there were tears in her eyes. "I want you and me to work out. To last. To stand the test of time. Why? Because I love you and I know I've loved you for a long time, and it's only now become a physical love. Sure, I lusted after you for a while there, but now that lust has changed - at least in my mind - to a desire to be with you and please you and pleasure you. And I know me, Bethany. When I feel that way about a woman, I don't let go. I don't play the field. My eyes don't roam. I don't have a problem being true when my heart's involved. And I guess what I'm trying to say is that I know my heart, and I know it's never been involved like this before with any other woman. Not ever." Now the tears were streaming down her face and she looked at me as if to say 'can this all be true?', and then her arms were around me and she held me tight as I felt her tiny sobs. When she pulled away from me she looked me in the eyes and said "there isn't a boy at school who can match you in any way, Stan. I doubt that there's a boy on the planet who can, either. I want to be true to you because I love you and because of what you just said. You want to be true to me, too. And now I realize this is the secret that the kids at school don't understand or get. And I also know it's the way I want to run my life...just like you do, baby!" she said, and the light of understanding was in her eyes. She got it now, and I was very, very thankful for that. I saw Bethany again that evening at the Howard's ranch, and our lovemaking on that picnic table was slow and intense and emotional and we clung to each other like we were the last two people left on earth. I think we both cried a little while we were in each other's arms. It was a heady experience, one I'd never felt before. I had taken a blanket with me this time and we were both up on the coffee table together, holding fast to each other. It wasn't the most comfortable arrangement, but any time with Bethany was a good time...no, a great time! It was a new experience for me in a way, much more emotional and loving, and I saw a new Bethany that evening...one that filled my heart with joy. She seemed to have relaxed more with me and seemed to be more confident with our relationship, which was what I'd wanted to see. We kissed and kissed all the while I was inside her, and we groaned and spoke peaceful, quiet, loving words of comfort and praise to each other until we both came. It was the most emotionally satisfying lovemaking I'd ever had in my life. We decided to change our meeting times since June, Bethany's mom, left for work at 9:30 each morning. Bethany asked if she could start coming over by 10am each day when her dad wasn't home. The only worry we had was of her mom trying to call her at home and her not being there, but Bethany had a cell phone and had told her mom to call her on that instead, in case she was outside or whatever, so we squeaked out of that one. The next hurdle was how to work things when the Howard's came back from vacation. We decided it would probably be smarter for her to come in the back way to my house. There was an unused gravel road on my property plus there were woods out back and a path of sorts that she could follow to get to my back yard. She agreed with that plan, so I got out there right away and mowed down a nice wide path back there for her to follow. The Howard's ranch wasn't close enough where they might catch a glimpse of her coming or going from my house, but we couldn't afford to take any chances along those lines! The last hurdle was her dad. He was coming home this weekend and then she wouldn't have any excuse for being gone for more than an hour or so at a time to check on the Howards house. After that, we'd just have to figure something out. The next morning I finished at the Howard's house by 8:45am and was back and fixing us breakfast when Bethany came over at about 9:45. We had a nice breakfast together and enjoyed coffee (that surprised me...she liked coffee!) then we took a long lazy bath together. It was our first time for a bath together and it was so sexy and sensual. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, but I wanted to make love properly to her that morning, so we held off until we were out of the tub. I tenderly dried her off and then she helped me, then I took her to bed. My mouth was everywhere on her that morning, and she had a constant hold on my balls or cock, her mouth and tongue on my skin everywhere she could get to. I brought her to two or three orgasms and then it was too much for me. I lay on my back and told her to mount me by sitting on me. We had never tried that position before. It was so exciting the way she watched my eyes as she took hold of my cock and guided it into her. Her eyes rolled a little then closed for a moment as I slid deep inside, then she groaned in that little voice and her head dropped and her dark hair cascaded onto my chest. My hands went to her tits and I gently worked her nipples. "Ride me now, baby...nice and slow with long strokes" I suggested. She looked intently at me and slowly pulled almost all the way off, then slowly re-seated herself on my very hard length, her eyes growing huge and her lips parted. She looked so incredibly sexy and I told her so. "Oooooh!" she said sensually. "Now I know why the girls on the videos like this, cause I really like this!" she groaned as she leaned over and stuck her tongue in my mouth. "Oh, yeah," she groaned. "I really like this!" she gasped. "It makes...me...feel...powerful!" And then she giggled. This young lady really got off on that feeling of power during sex! My hands went to her hips then and I helped her a little with her riding me. She was such a turn on. Her facial expressions and eyes were enough to make me cum, but her erect and puffy nipples and slender waist and very tight cunt were a masterpiece of perfection and I couldn't believe she was in love with me. I could tell she was making herself cum then as she started to quietly grunt with her efforts and her eyes closed as she ground down on my cock. I could feel her cervix with the tip of my cock when she did that, and then she was crying out, her head rolling around. "God, I love you, Bethany!" I groaned out, staring at her. "Oh, Stan!" she groaned back. When her orgasm was over, we kissed while she made slow sliding and rotating movements with her pussy on my very wet cock. "Put a condom on me and make me cum now, B!" I said into her mouth. "I need to cum in you, baby!" She slid off me with a groan, then reached for a condom. She looked down at me then, all hard and bobbing with my pulse, dark and very wet, and her eyes changed and she bent over and kissed me then took me deep into her mouth. I groaned and then she sped up, and then took me down her throat. "Bring your pussy up to me, B!" I groaned. It was the first time we'd 69'd, and later she told me it was incredible for her. She said it was easier to slide me down her throat that way also. I put a pillow under my head and was eating her madly and then felt my head slip down her throat and her hands went to my balls and I was cumming and then she actually squirted a little into my mouth! It was such a turn-on! When she felt me cumming she backed off on the shaft so I could empty into her mouth, then she began to swallow and I was furiously sucking and nibbling her clit and she was still flowing her precious juices into my mouth and on my face. It was an incredible morning, and later that day, we tried it with her on top again, but she went slower and it was so sensual. She brought me to an incredibly painful orgasm as I jetted up inside her while she was cumming and riding me. Bethany was the perfect lover for me. She was utterly un-self conscious and willing to try anything...and everything we tried she seemed to love, and I know I did! There wasn't anything about her that wasn't a turn-on for me and it was very powerful to be intimate with her. I found that I couldn't get enough of her and I constantly needed to be kissing or to touch her. I think it was the same for her, as she was always touching me somewhere or reaching for my cock and balls, just for a gentle touch or caress sometimes or to feel me grow for her, then she would smile and kiss me and that would be enough for the moment. I knew I would never seek out another woman as long as she was in my life, even if our lovemaking had to slow to once a week because of school. Thinking of looking for someone else or being with someone else was simply inconceivable to me. I wanted her to have all my love and attention. She admitted to me that even if she had to wait for our chances to be alone together that she would gladly wait and that she knew in her heart that I was the only one for her. Watching her eyes and face and hearing the tone of her voice when she said that to me was all I needed to trust her completely. I managed to take Bethany to town that afternoon and she got on the pill right away. I'd read up on it, and we also bought a spermicide just to be safer still. We had to wait a week before the pill became effective, and on those times of the month in the future when she was fertile, she used a spermicide as well. The first time we had unprotected sex was amazing for both of us, but especially for her. "Now I know getting on the pill was the right move," she told me afterward. "I could feel you so much more, and I think I could even feel you shooting up inside of me, which made me cum again!" she groaned with the thought of that. "Now I can see the true beauty and intimacy of sex" she said, studying my face. "To feel you inside me, and to know we love each other and only each other. To know that you are mine and I am yours, and to feel you putting your seed into my belly...it's...a beautiful thing!" she said with tears in her eyes. I just laid there and listened to her words and watched her face. And when she teared up, so did I! And when she saw that, she groaned "I love you so much, Stan!" and fell into my arms. And so if it were possible, the the sex became even more fabulous for both of us. But then with only 3 weeks left to our summer, Sam told June he was leaving her. He told her she could have the house and the furniture and one (the lesser) of the two cars, and he said he'd pay child support, but that she was getting nothing else but her daughter. He wanted out and was leaving immediately. Poor Bethany was crushed and so despondent, and she said that her mom was devastated as well. Her mom had cried all night long. She was scared now that she couldn't make ends meet on the wages her part time job paid plus the child support, and plus her mom would have no health insurance after the divorce had been final for a year. Sam was still going to have to cover Bethany however, which was good. I consoled B and listened to her agonize over it, but it was hard for me to relate completely as my parents had remained in love, even when prosperity and wealth had come their way. I was still working out some thoughts on a plan for our future together that I hadn't quite firmed up in my own mind and so I wasn't quite ready to share that with her yet. The last three weeks of summer went by way too fast for us, and then school started. Bethany tried to hold it together, and so did I, but I missed her terribly and I could tell the increased separation time was wearing her down. We managed stolen time together, but with fall and then winter around the corner, I was afraid it was only going to get worse for us. Sam had been true to his word - for once - and left June and Bethany pretty much immediately after his announcement. The divorce was final less than two months later and he didn't contest her getting full child support, but the judge didn't like Sam very much and awarded June the house and ordered Sam to continue to make payments on it. She would have to pay the taxes and insurance, though. He also awarded her $250 a month in alimony but for only a one-year period and he upped the child support also to $450 a month. I was glad to hear that, but knowing what the alimony and the child support came to, and then figuring in what I thought June's take-home was, she didn't have more than $1500 a month in disposable income. That was going to slowly do her in. It was during those next 3 weeks that I started to stop by Bethany's house regularly to see how June was doing. When I'd started it, I had suggested to Bethany that we sit together on the couch when I would come over to visit and let her mom see us being friendly to each other. She thought that was as good a way to start as any. I also told Bethany to please let her mom know that I had told Bethany that I was just acting out of concern for the two of them and that I wasn't trying to put the make on her mom and that I wasn't looking for her to take care of me, either. I told Bethany that we couldn't allow her mom to start getting the impression that I was interested in her, and she agreed. I only filled B in on so much of my plan, but that's mostly because it was still unknown to me as well! We didn't sit side by side on the couch, but we sat close to each other. Early on, I told her mom how much I admired Bethany and cared for her, and that we had become very good friends during this past summer. June seemed very comfortable with that, as if she approved of me. Mother's always want the best for their daughters, and this mother was desperate and hurting, and she was lonely and scared for their future; that much was clear. My visits gave me a chance to see their interaction, and it gave me a chance to get to know June better and feel her out more in order to understand her likes and dislikes. I made a point to always ask if there was something I could do for either of them while I was there or if they had need of anything. And I always made June promise me that if they got into trouble in any way, that she'd call me immediately. It was very clear to me that Bethany loved her mom and her mom loved her dearly as well. They were very good to each other, kind and considerate and respectful. I could see why Bethany was such a remarkable young lady and told June that. She blushed and thanked me for the nice compliments, then would look proudly at Bethany and smile. Every week or so I started leaving a blank envelope in her mailbox with a hundred dollars in it to help her out, and I hoped that she would only suspect that it was me. She mentioned it twice to me during that time; that some nice person had left money in their mailbox, and I could tell she was feeling me out. After all, the coincidence of the timing was too strong and any fool would know it was me, and June was no fool. She acted like she knew it was me and wanted to say thank you, but I played dumb...to a point, and so she decided to as well. "If you ever see who may be doing it, please tell him for me that we love him and thank him so much for thinking of us!" she said. I smiled and said I surely would. She got her message through to me that way, and I left her guessing, and that's what both of us had wanted to do. Then when I would go shopping every week for food or supplies, I would always buy an extra couple of bags of groceries, being careful to buy things that I knew Bethany liked as well as things I knew June could use. When I would use their bathroom, I would note the products they used and tried to find those for them as well. I was careful to leave the grocery sacks on the porch right before June would get home so they would still be fairly cold and fresh. She mentioned these anonymous gifts to me as well, but again I played dumb. June would just smile at me and play dumb with me, but it was clear that she knew in her heart that it was me. As a result, she started to treat me a lot differently very quickly. She was really opening up and becoming friendlier with me, and was much more relaxed and conversational as the weeks went by. I also noticed that she smiled a lot more now. I knew it would be easy for me to become intimate with June, but I also knew she wasn't likely to do that with me because of her moral structure and the relationship I think she was beginning to strongly suspect Bethany and I had. More often now, she would tell Bethany to walk me home, so I would roll her bike for her to my house, and then she would ride it back to their house. Even if she was gone an hour or so during those walks home, Bethany said her mom never pried about the two of us. B did admit there were times when her mom asked pointed questions about her and I, and did not get upset when B hinted that she thought she might be falling in love with me. Knowing all that, June seemed to grow increasingly happy to see me, and then she started inviting me over for dinner with her and Bethany at least once a week and so I would return the favor also about once a week. During this time, Bethany sensed I was working out a plan and asked me about it. "My mother likes you, Stan... a lot." she said. "And even though I've told her I thought I was falling in love with you, and that I told her you were only being helpful to us, I think she secretly wonders if you're interested in her, and she's told me that she thinks your the sweetest man she's ever known. But she's also asked me what I think about you, and I told her I thought you were the most wonderful man I've ever known!" I smiled. "What has she said about you and me?" I asked. "She told me several times that she thought you would be a good catch for any woman, and that sometimes friendships turn to true love!" "Hmmmmm" was all I could muster. "Do you think she was talking about you and me...or me and her?" I asked. "Well, she did tell me recently after I'd told her I was falling for you that she thought she could fall in love with you as well!" Oh, boy! What a can of worms! "How do you feel about that, Bethany?" I asked, now really getting concerned about my little "plan". She paused. "I've thought a lot about that, and I think my mom deserves happiness too. So if you and I end up living together, and she happened to come stay with us...or maybe...live with us, then I know she would take such good care of both of us too! But anyway...so if she did fall in love with you, and she would also be ok with you and me being lovers by that time for sure, then I would share you with her...but only her!" Holy shit! "Did I just hear you right?" I asked. She rolled her eyes. "Stan, I know it's been you who's been helping us out with the money in the mailbox and the groceries and things left on the front porch!" "Well..." I stammered. I was caught. "Did you really think I wouldn't figure you out?" she asked, smiling. "Well..." I was reduced to one-word sentences now. "Stan..." she said, and I know she wanted to call me a big palooka head or something like that, but instead she said, "I absolutely love you for that, honey! I cried for joy that first night you gave her money, because I just knew it was you, and then I cried again when you left the groceries. And now I just smile and feel all warm and loved and protected and watched over! Stan, I love you for caring enough to watch out for us like that, and to take no credit for it is so sweet and so very honorable. Those gifts have brightened mom's spirits and I've seen her cry over them in her thankfulness. But I know you're not trying to woo her and win her heart, but I also know you've got something up your sleeve, so what is really going on in that brain of yours?" I decided it was time to come clean. "Well?I wanted to find a way to gain your mom's trust, B. To gain her love and respect, and then to somehow be OK with you and me being in love. But I certainly wasn't planning for her to fall in love with me!" I sighed in exasperation. "That's why I wanted you to tell her I was only acting out of concern and not because I wanted to move in where Sam left off! I wanted her to see me for what I am, B. And I was under a lot of pressure about it too!" She looked at me funny then, so I explained my comment. "I can't stand this being without you Bethany. This sneaking around. To me, it's like lying, and I don't like involving you in it, even though I know that was your choice, too. And I know you're miserable without me, too, Bethany. I want us to be together, to live under the same roof together, and I can't wait until you turn 18, and I don't think you want to either." She was smiling now, following my logic and agreeing with me all the way. "To be painfully honest about it, I wasn't even sure how to go about any of it, or even what would happen, but I wanted her to see that I was a good and decent man, and that I would be a good husband for and to you!" She hugged me hard then. Then she shook her head slowly. "I knew you were up to something!" she said wonderingly. "Why didn't you tell me what you were up to?" she asked. Uh, oh. "I guess because I wasn't really sure *what* I was up to, much less how to go about doing it. I was just going day to day with it, and hoping for the best...kind of just feeling my way through it. And like I said...I felt desperate. And hearing you ask that now, I guess I was being stupid. All I know Bethany, is that I'm lost without you. I miss you terribly. I am undone without your touch, your voice, your eyes looking into mine! I've been miserable without you! Can't you see that?" "Oh, Stan!" she said, crying now and falling into my arms. She was shaking and all I could do was just hold her tight to me. "Oh, baby...I love you so much!" I said. That made her cry harder, and now she was breaking my heart. I let her work most of it out then lifted her face to mine, and we kissed like crazy, the salty taste of her tears really having an effect on me. Our kisses became more fervent, and soon her hand was reaching for my zipper. She pulled me out, stroking me to hardness with her silky hands, then she reached down and pulled her gym shorts aside and impaled herself on me in one long hard push. It was shocking in its intensity and the erotic nature of her actions. She was so hungry for me and soaking wet already, and she just turned me on so tremendously that I knew I wouldn't last long. Her head went back and she cried out as she ground down on me as hard as she could. "Oh god, my baby girl!" I groaned into her mouth. With one hand on a butt cheek and one on her right tit, I helped her as best she could, but she knew what she was doing. She rode me for perhaps 30 seconds before her orgasm overtook her, and then she stopped rising and falling on my cock, and just sat on it, shuddering hard. That's when I grabbed her butt cheeks and began lifting her up and slamming her down into my lap. "Oh, god baby!" she cried out, and we kissed. "Cumming!" I moaned into her mouth, and then she picked up the pace, really slamming down on my lap, trying to get all the length she could stuffed up into her. I was shooting up into her, and she was whimpering and I was crying out hoarsely myself. It was such an intensely erotic moment, that I never wanted it to end. But when it did, she just slumped into me, and I held her as our spasms subsided. Her hair was in my face and hers as she turned up to me and found my mouth with hers. There was no doubt that Bethany was the best kisser I'd ever known. Her mouth was always so hungry and hot and soft. Her tongue was always so alive and usually she was moaning into my mouth. We kissed and I lifted her up an inch or so and set her back down on my still hard cock. "Mmmfph" she groaned into my mouth. I groaned into hers as well, and then we were laughing and kissing and just enjoying the moment. "God, you're so wonderful, B!" I said. "I love you so much, Stan!" she returned. "You just have no idea!" she said through teary eyes. All this had happened in one of our many stolen moments. In this case, June had an appointment in town and had been sure to let me know that Bethany would be home alone for a couple of hours. I think by now, June knew that Bethany and I had much more than a friendship going on, but she never once said or hinted at anything about it. I would even kiss B a romantic but respectfully full on the mouth now when I came to visit, and would even give June a peck in the same way. I couldn't help but notice that June would reach up with her hand to touch my arm or chest when we kissed, and that her kisses were soft and pliable...more than a friendly peck, I would say. But Bethany and I were always respectful of June, and we never got out of line with our displays of affection. It was still June's house after all, and she was still B's mother, and I had been raised to respect that, and I was glad to see that B agreed with me on that. After our lovemaking on the couch, we cleaned up a bit and sat back down to just hold each other and talk. As we talked more about me helping them, a light seemed to come on for Bethany and she proposed something to me. "How would it be if I felt my mom out about the three of us living together?" she asked. My mouth dropped in surprise and shock. "What!" I exclaimed. "Hear me out sweetie!" she calmed me down. "I want to tell her about us, Stan...that we are in love and that we are lovers," she went on. "I think she deserves to know, and I can't stand this sneaking around and these stolen moments with each other either. I love my mom and I've been feeling guilty about hiding it from her for some time now anyway. And besides, if we keep going like this, she is truly going to fall in love with you and wonder if you're thinking about marrying her, and I just couldn't break her heart like that, and you wouldn't want to either!" She paused then, gathering steam. "I happen to know she hates this house now, and she feels trapped here. And you and I want out too! This neighborhood is no- where's-ville, Stan!" she said. "I was thinking maybe you could sell your house and we could sell ours and then maybe we could all chip in and then we could afford to buy a house of our own somewhere away from everybody, where people won't pry or ask questions!" My heart was breaking now. If only she knew how easy it would all be for us! She went on. "I know now and have known for a while now that I want you and nobody else. I've searched my heart while I'm with you but especially when I'm alone and away from you, and I keep coming to the same conclusion. I want you in my life permanently and full-time. I want to fall asleep with you at night and wake up in the morning with you! And I don't give a shit what people will say about us either. Hell, if it comes to that, we can say you're living with my mom and I just wanted to live with you guys and not my dad! And I know you're like 12 years older than me but all that means is that when you're 60, I'll be 48. Big whoopdy-do!" Her eyes were tearing up now and she was trembling a little from the emotion of the moment. "Oh, Bethany!" I said. "I hardly know what to say! You've said it all for me, darling!" "Well, hear me out then, baby" she said. "My mom loves you, Stan. I'm sure of that now. And it's a love that I think could easily turn physical for her. And I also know for a fact that she wants you to stay a part of our lives. After losing my dad, losing you would be a terrible thing for her. And I'm not saying that to put you under more pressure or give you a guilt trip, cause I'd never do that, baby!" she said, looking me squarely in the eyes. "And, Stan...I'm pretty sure she's already figured out we're lovers, anyway. So if I present it to her right, then she'll realize that you want to take care of both of us, and that you don't just want to run away with me...you see what I'm saying?" I was beginning to see the genius of this plan and smiled at her. "That is, if you could live with me...and her. And have her around full time, that is!" she asked very timidly. "Oh baby!" I said. "I love your mom. I really do have a huge soft spot for her. Remember, I don't have a mom anymore, but to me, June wouldn't be my mom so much as my older friend...like...a sister or something, I guess!" She smiled at that and looked very relieved. "And Stan..." she paused. "I meant what I said a while back..." she went on. "And I've given all of this a lot of thought, believe me! You were on the right track, trying to come up with a plan to get to know my mom and then trying to figure out how to make it work permanently for you and me. But you need my help to work this out fully, and I think I have a possible solution." I was all ears and told her so, smiling at her to reassure her. "My mom is terribly lonely, Stan, but you've put a smile back on her face, and given her hope, and I love you for that. Mom doesn't need another husband necessarily, but...she does need a man around...full time. Someone she can take care of and love and who will take care of her and respect her. She needs you. I see that clearly now. And I think she would see the wisdom of you and I being together full time and eventually marrying if we wanted to, and she would still be in the picture and cared for and she would care for us. She would gladly cook and keep house if we would just keep her in our lives and provide for her." She was watching my face with every word. "And Stan...I meant what I said earlier. If she loves you and you love her, as long as you are mine forever and first, I would have no problem with you being intimate with her..." she got quiet. "If the two of you wanted to become lovers, I would be more than OK with that, and not be jealous of your affections to her, because I'm willing to share you with my mom...and I think that if she thinks about that long a hard, that maybe it would seal the deal with her also." I was amazed at this girl...no woman...and I told her so. She smiled, still watching my face and trying to read my reactions to her words. "I do love your mom, and I do want to take care of both of you, and I guess I have no problem with that. But if I thought you were trying to get me to go along with your idea by 'sweetening the deal' so to speak by offering your mom to me - and especially if your mom would go along with it and have sex with me in order to keep me around you two, or for taking care of her, I don't want that. I don't want any part of that. I couldn't agree to her being a 'kept woman', but in my heart of hearts, I don't believe that's what you're offering, or why" I said seriously. She looked at me with tears in her eyes and then threw her arms around me. "I love you so much, Stan!" she was sobbing now, and holding fast to me. "Hey, hey, hey!" I said gently. "What's all this about?" I gave her time to gather herself together, then she looked up at me. "I have chosen right with you" she said, wonder in her eyes. I just looked at her. "I am so proud to be your woman!" she said. "You just said exactly the right thing just now!" she went on. "I think you know me well enough that I would never make an offer like that with sex as the bait...to get you and me together or keep my mom in the picture. Never! And I wouldn't offer my mom up as the bait either...that's for sure! No matter how much I wanted you and me to be together! To tell you the truth, Stan, it never even crossed my mind to be that terrible and devious! And you just said you wouldn't have any part of a plan like that, where most men wouldn't have cared and would jump at the chance to bed both me and my mother!" "Well..." I stammered. "You really do care about my mother...don't you?" she asked hopefully. "Bethany..." I started off, "if something were to happen to you, I would likely ask her to move in with me and then I'd take care of her for the rest of her days. Maybe even marry her one day, who knows? Yes, I do love her. I'm not 'in love' with her, nor do I love her anywhere near what I feel for you, either physically or emotionally. But I do love her dearly, and I do feel a strong affection for her and I can see she feels the same. Now about the sharing me and the intimate part you just mentioned, I just can't see her liking or even agreeing to that part of the plan you want to propose to her. I just can't see her being comfortable with us being a threesome. That just doesn't seem like June to me. And I'm worried that you'll offend her by suggesting it, or at the least make her angry and decide it's not a good idea." She smiled. "I know my mom well enough to know that once she knows we are a pair that she would never ever do anything to come between you and me. But I also know how lonely and hurt she is, and I know that she loves you and would invite you into her bed if it didn't mean hurting me." I saw that now. "Bethany, you are really amazing!" I said, and she blushed. "Well...she would, Stan! I've heard the way she talks about you. You really get her motor going...did you know that?" she giggled then. I was shocked. "Bethany!" I said. "No...it's true!" she exclaimed, smiling. "Early on, she told me she wished she had the courage to ask you to stay the night!" "You're shitting me!" I said. "I shit thee not, lover!" she smiled, proud of herself. "Stan, I've heard her masturbating in her room a time or two, so I crept down the hall to listen at her door. I heard her call your name out once or twice, when she gets hot into it, lover!" She sat back then and smiled smugly. I didn't know what to say to that one! "So if she agrees, than are you OK with my plan?" she asked. "Yes...but...do you know what you're offering to me?" I looked her in the eyes. "I think I do" she replied. "Look, Stan..." she went on, "once we're living together, you and I won't have to hide what we feel anymore, and we can have each other any time of day or night. And we certainly won't be able to hide it from her and I won't do that anyway. Besides, I want to be able to be with you when and where I want to, and that includes any part of the house at any time of day. Where ever and whenever the mood hits us! I won't go behind closed doors every time and try to keep quiet so she won't hear us. And what's more, I wouldn't ask you to do that either. And as long as you'll look me in the eyes right now and promise me that for the rest of our lives together, you will love me first and foremost and never forsake me or our love, and that you will not abandon me for another woman - and that includes my mother - then you and mom can be lovers too, and you can please her anyway she needs it or you need to" she said. I thought long and hard about that. "I love your mom, and I can see me wanting to please her in all ways, but I would never forsake you for her or any other woman. You will always be first and only in my life. I promise you that, Bethany, and that's the easiest promise I've ever made, baby! And about your mom...well...I don't know how comfortable I'd be with making love to her ever, much less in the same house with you, but who knows if time would bring her and I together." She immediately broke down again and held me to her. "Oh, Stan!" she cried. "Baby girl!" I whispered into her ear. "I have one more thing to say about it, OK?" I said to her and she looked concerned then. "If that time ever comes when you know she wants to be with me and is ready for it, you need to let me know in advance and ask me again if I'm still ok with it. I will not initiate or make any move on her until you have given your approval to her face to face in that moment before you bring her to me. I want it to be your decision and your move, and then hers, and then lastly mine...can you understand that, sweetie? And I want her to know how I feel about that and the rest of it when you propose your plan to her. OK?" She teared up again and agreed to my conditions. We agreed that Bethany would present her ideas and plan to her mom when the time was right, even if she had to wait a couple of days. Bethany said she'd know when it was the best possible moment to speak to June about it, and I left it in her hands, trusting her completely. A week later and just before I came over to visit, Bethany called me to tell me that she'd had 'that talk' with her mother, and her mother agreed to the plan completely, and was very excited to have me in their family. She told me that June was so happy for us and that she didn't fault us for hiding our true relationship from her, and said she understood. She said that June appreciated us "coming out" with her, but that she understood why we hid it for a time, and that she was perfectly fine with Bethany and I being lovers. June had said that she would love to be our 'momma' and take care of us. Bethany said that June was shocked and surprised by Bethany saying that if June and I wanted, that eventually we could become lovers too. At first June had balked at that idea, but listened intently to Bethany as she used the same reasons and logic with her that she had with me. She told her mom she wouldn't hide our lovemaking from her or go behind closed doors for it. June eventually softened a little and even admitted that she wondered if I could love her like that and finally admitted to Bethany face to face that she would have liked to have been my lover, even if I didn't marry her in the end. I was truly amazed with all of this and B and I talked for a long time afterward about it all. I told her then that I had a plan in mind now for us all and would share it with them when I came over tonight. I drove my Polaris Ranger down to their house that evening for dinner with the ladies, and June met me at the door, tears in her eyes. She hugged me to her and I could feel her quiet sobs as her body shook. I just stood there holding her and looking over her head at Bethany, who had tears in her eyes. "Thank you for caring so much about us, Stan, and for being so good to my daughter and me!" she said, crying. I lifted her face to mine, and kissed her lips softly and gently to show her that my love for her ran deep. She returned it, and I have to say it was a powerful moment. When we finally sat down at the dining room table over dinner, we talked it all through. "I am so happy Bethany has you, Stan" June said. "And I think she has come up with an idea that will keep the three of us together and happy forever. And I have promised her as you have done, to never let anything come between her and you, not even me" she said with tears in her eyes. "I will make you both a good mother, roommate, and...whatever you need me to be?" She paused and blushed and her head dropped in her embarrassment. I looked at Bethany and she made a motion for me to go to her mom and smiled. I got up and picked June out of her chair and kissed her, a full kiss for the first time ever. She responded and came alive in my arms. "I love your daughter with all my heart, June, but my heart is big enough for both of you. I love you, too, June" I said looking into her eyes. "Oh, Stan..." she blubbered, "I love you, too!" We sat back down and Bethany reached out and squeezed my hand and held it tight. "June, you said a minute ago that you would be whatever I need you to be, but I don't want you to ever feel that way. I want you to be what you are and what you need and want to be. I need for you to be true to yourself first, and then to us second. I need you to always be honest with us, to never keep anything back, to give us your opinion out of love, and to always be there for us. That's what I need you to be!" June teared up and then put her hand over her eyes. She was quietly crying now, so I went to her and picked her up to me and just hugged her hard. I spoke quietly into her ear then. "You just always wanted to be loved and respected, and you've waited patiently so long for that to happen, and it never did...until now. I will love and respect you, June. Have no fear of that." And now she was really crying hard. Bethany had heard what I said to her mom and she had tears rolling down her cheeks as well. "I love you!" she mouthed to me and smiled. I looked at June then. "I love B for her mind and intelligence, for her personality, her humor, and her wisdom, for her conversation and her character, and for her beauty, and I love her because she loves me unconditionally. I don't love her just for her body or the sex that we enjoy, but for all these other reasons. They?re the reason I fell for her, and the sex came naturally afterward. Yes, we are being intimate and have been for several months now, and I apologize and feel badly for hiding that from you, but I think you already know all this." I said, looking her in the eyes. She just nodded through her tears. "I've sensed for a while now that you two were lovers, but I know you Stan, and I know your heart. I could not have picked a better man for my daughter" she said firmly and sincerely. I hung my head for a second then looked her in the eyes. "We cannot not marry right away, you understand that?" I asked. "Yes" she replied. Bethany had to be 18 for that, and we all knew it. "But whatever happens, I have promised her and I now promise her again in front of you that I will love her first and foremost over all other women, and that if I take another woman to my bed it will only be you, June, and only with your full consent and desire to share my bed from time to time. I will not let my love for you come between Bethany and me. Not ever. Not once. But you will have my love and affection if you want it and when you need it, but only with Bethany's permission and your approval." Is that clearly spoken enough for you both? Bethany spoke first. "You see, mother?" and her mother smiled and nodded. "Stan has my whole permission to keep you happy, both as my mother and as his lover" she said. "Bethany told me about your conditions, and I am thankful you see it that way. I would never be intimate with you to keep you in the family, Stan or to keep you providing for me or for Bethany. I would only give myself to you if Bethany gave her permission and if I wanted to be with you someday. Is that understood by both of you?? We both agreed. Now it was time for me to present my plan. "I imagine B has told you about my parents, June?" I asked. "Yes, and I was so sorry to hear that, Stan" she replied and I nodded my thanks. "Well, what she didn't tell you - because she didn't know much more than that until this moment - is that my parents were fairly well off and I was an only child. What I'm saying is that I never have to work again...and neither would you, June." Her eyes got big and tears began to form. Then very quickly and worriedly she said "Oh! But it's never been about money!" she said. I reached out and took her hand. "Shhhhhh" I said gently. "I know that, June...it's OK! Neither of you knew that I had that kind of money. But I'm sure you can understand," and I looked at Bethany rather apologetically, "It's the only thing I've ever hidden from you, Bethany. But I had to be sure both of you loved me for me, and for no other reason. Money clouds issues and thoughts sometimes, and I wanted and needed you to love me for me and me alone!" Bethany got up quickly and fell to her knees beside my chair. "Oh, Stan!" she cried with tears in her eyes. "I wouldn't care if you were poor and had no skills...I'd still want you forever!" I looked down at her and held her head against my chest. "I know that, darling," I said gently, kissing her head. "And that's just another thing I just love about you!" Then I looked at June. "Money is only a means to an end for me, Stan and I've never required or wanted much. I have loved and lost, or at least I thought I loved Sam. But I see you sitting here and I see your character and your love for my beautiful daughter," and then the tears started to show in her eyes again, "and I realize that I too, would love you even if you were poor and had no skills!" And then we all tearing up and laughing together in our joy. I let that moment last, then I spoke again as Bethany got back in her chair. "This is what I want to do then. June, Bethany tells me you would like to get away from this house and I understand that completely. And I've never been overly fond of my house or this neighborhood, so I'm going to sell my house, and look for a beautiful big place in the country that we can all call home and buy that house for us three to live in. Do what you want to do with this house, and that includes giving it back to Sam, or getting him to buy you out of it. If he does that, then put that money in an account for you and Bethany. That will be your money to spend as you see fit. I hope you will do that, and plus I'd like to see you sell your car. If you do, I will buy you a better and more dependable one. But if you want to keep all these things, that's up to you." June shook her head. "I hate this house!" she said emphatically, then stopped. "Except for my memories of raising Bethany here." I nodded in understanding. "And I don't trust my car and I don't want this furniture. I only want to keep a few of our things and that's all" she said. "But to buy me a car! Oh my, that is so expensive!" I smiled at her. "How about if we trade your car in then, and I pay the difference? I will go with the two of you and help you pick it out and make the best deal...OK?" She was crying again, and Bethany's eyes were also full of tears. "As far as the house and anything else you don't want, I meant what I said...I want you to keep all the money you make from these things and keep that account for you girls to spend on whatever you want or need!" There were more tears and humility from June, and she got up and hugged me hard. "Oh, Stan!" she said through her sobbing. "And if you want to keep working, you put that money back in an account for yourself and spend it on whatever you want. I don't need it to make our new plan work, and besides, I'd feel terrible if you every tried to give it to me." June was still crying and now so was Bethany. "Now! We are going to go look for a place in the country where it's so beautiful and peaceful and private, and where we three can feel like we're home together at last! And we will make it a wonderful and joyous place to live!" I said. Now they were both crying out loud, and came to me and hugged me. My heart soared within me and I felt truly good and decent for the first time in a long time. The rest of that week I spent on the Internet and with a realtor, and then just the three of us went looking on our own. We eventually found a 10 year-old, 5 bedroom 4 bath beautiful customized ranch home on 95 acres of gorgeous wooded property in the foothills with the mountains behind us. The previous owner wanted $900k for the property, but it had been on the market at that price for almost a year. We ended up agreeing to $775,000, and by the time I was done with the renovations, I had a little over $900k in it, but now it was worth over a million. And what did I care, anyway? I eventually sold my old place for $185,000, and that went straight back into the new house for additional upgrades. For now, I kept the house in only in my name, but it had to be that way. The property had several streams on the acreage and some of those flowed most of the year, cold and clear. There was also two spring-fed ponds with clean water in them. We had a quarter of a mile long driveway and all the privacy we could ever want, with beautiful Ponderosa Pines scattered throughout the front yard. Bethany I and would have a huge bedroom and a wonderful bathroom that I had gutted and redone before we moved in. We put in a large claw foot tub and a huge walk-in shower and lots of storage. I had a large steel shed put on a concrete foundation and the following spring, I had an in-ground pool put in. I added a roof over the large patio, and had a second well dug and hooked up to the house piping. But this one also had a hand pump at the wellhead...just in case. I had June's room and bath re-done before we moved in and she had a whirlpool tub and a shower with lots of closet space, and a small sitting/sewing room off her bedroom. She was beside herself with excitement and we couldn't shut her up for a while and both of us had to laugh at her in her excitement. We traded June's old beater in on a newer model Jeep Cherokee. June wouldn't let me buy her a new one, but I did find one in the color she wanted. I told her I wanted her to have 4-wheel drive for all weather capability since we would be getting snow every winter. While we were at the dealer, I bought a new bright red Jeep Rubicon 4-door. I wanted to be able to drive in any and all conditions. Then I went to an Audi dealer and bought something for me while Bethany was at school one day. I went into the city and traded my old Mercedes in on a convertible Audi S5, which was the car of my dreams. I also had the quarter of a mile driveway asphalted, which set me back another $60k but it was well worth it. Bethany freaked out about the car and wanted to go for rides every evening. On one of those early rides she leaned over and said that the cars power and acceleration made her pussy wet! That blew my mind, and I had to stop so we could have a quickie on a side road! God, she was so hot that evening! We closed on the house in early October and were all moved in before Thanksgiving as we had to wait on the renovations to be completed on the inside of the house, but it was just in time for the three of us to cook in our new kitchen. Christmas was right around the corner, and we eagerly went about the business of setting things up our way to please us. It was an exciting and wonderful time for all three of us and the changes I saw in the girls (as I called them now) faces were priceless to me. They were both so happy, and so was I. All this time, June and I had never been intimate, but our kisses and touching had gotten more personal and the way she looked at me was getting hungrier. I admit that I had stronger feelings for her as well, but was waiting for her to say it first and then have that talk with Bethany. Then one night after we'd been in the new house about two months, Bethany and I were laying in our new bed together and we were talking quietly before we fell asleep. "I think it's time for you and my mother to get to know each other better, Stan." I knew exactly what she meant. I waited a moment, thinking of the best way to say it. "Yeah, I'm starting to sense that, hon" I said and rolled toward her. "How do you feel about that?" I asked. "Do you still really truly still feel the same as you did a couple of months ago?" She paused and kissed me and reached for my cock, lightly stroking it. "I most certainly do!" she said with a throaty chuckle. "C'mon...you know what I mean, you minx!" I said. She kept stroking and now moved that silky hand down to my balls. I groaned and spread my legs. "Does thinking about her make you excited, baby?" she asked. "I don't know" I answered honestly. "I'm scared to death of making you jealous or hurting your heart with this. I think that's why I'm nervous. I?m not worried that she?ll steal my attentions or my love away from you, though. Not in the least. In the end, when I think about it, I think I would do it more to make her happy and fill a need for her, than to fill a need that I have, because frankly you take *very* good care of all my needs!" I smiled at her. "Thank you for that, my baby" she cooed, still stroking me lightly. "Well..." she replied. "It's my guess that mom feels exactly the same way, so I guess I'll go see how she feels about it, if you're ok with that?" she said. I just nodded, not knowing what to say. Then she sat up. "I'll be back" she said and putting on a robe she went out the door. I laid there wondering what she was going to say to June, and what the outcome of that would be. Bethany went into her mom's room. June had just retired, but was still awake. Bethany crawled into bed with her. "Honey!" June said. "Is everything OK, baby?" she asked nervously. "Oh sure, mom! Nothing's wrong! I just wanted to talk for a second with you. They were facing each other under the sheets, holding hands. "Mom, don't you think it's about time you and Stan got to know each other a little better?" B asked. June was quiet. "Are you saying what I think you're saying, honey?" "I've seen the way you look at him, Mom, and he sees it too. And he feels it in your touch. I've seen the longing there, and I know you have to wonder what it would be like. I know you have to be lonely, and I know you love him and I'm pretty sure you want him, mom. And I know he loves you, too." "You haven't changed your mind about me and him, have you baby?" "No, mom...I haven't" Bethany said gently. "Well...I guess I've kind of been waiting on him to make a pass at me, honey, but I know what we talked about and he's been true to his word about it. I know he is patiently waiting for me and you to have this talk," she said quietly. Bethany chuckled. "He pretty much just said the same thing, mom!" she said. "Said he was worried about hurting my heart or making me jealous." "And that's exactly what I feel, too!" June said. "Do you want him, mom?" B asked. June paused. "I love him, Bethany, and I won't deny that I'm attracted to him. It's hard to live under the same roof with him and listen to your lovemaking or catch you in some amazingly hot sex act and not wonder what it would be like with him. I'm guessing it would be incredible, though!" "Oh, he's more than incredible, mom" Bethany giggled, and then her mind was made up. "Come with me, mom!" she said quietly, taking her hand. June knew what was happening then. "Are you...sure, baby?" "Yes, mom...I want this for you two!" Bethany replied quietly. "Now, take off all your clothes!" June balked at that. "What?" "Mom, you're going to have to get naked anyway, right? So why not crawl into bed with him ready to go? I will tell you that he's naked already. Oh and mom...?" she asked. "I hate to bring this up, but...are you clean...down there?" Bethany asked and was amazed at the words that were coming out of her own mouth. "I took a long bath tonight, and I always keep myself clean down there, sweetie!" June replied. Bethany exhaled. "That's good...cause...well, I know Stan and he's going to want to taste you...probably for a long while, too." "Oh my god!" June said. "Really?" she asked. "Mom he will turn you inside out and every which way but loose with his mouth...you have no idea!" "Oh shit!" June said, and it was a rare cuss word for her. She was nervous now. "What if I disappoint him or don't live up to his expectations?" she asked and the insecurity was very noticeable in her voice. "Mom!" Bethany said, hugging her now naked mom. "Stan is not Sam, mother!" she went on. "Stan loves you and will not judge you. And I happen to know that he finds you very sexually appealing, so tell me...how in the world could you let him down?" She asked. "I mean, you're really horny for him, aren't you?" "Bethany Anne!" June whispered. "Tell me I'm wrong, mother!" Bethany stood her ground. June paused. "I want to turn him every which way but loose, too" She said, and they both giggled. "Does he know what you're doing in here?" June asked nervously. "Of course! He's no dummy, mother" B replied. "C'mon...time's wasting!" she said. I was lying there feverishly wondering what the outcome was going to be of Bethany's visit to Junes bedroom. I found myself watching the door now, waiting for her return and wondering if she'd be alone when she did come back. A few minutes passed and then Bethany came back into the room and she was leading her mom by the hand and I could tell June was nude! As she approached the foot of the bed, she directed her mom to my side and she went around to her side. I was so nervous that I lay there for a second, then had the presence of mind to roll back the sheets for June, who cautiously slid in next to me. Bethany leaned over both of us on her knees from the other side of the bed. "I think I'm in the mood for some popcorn and a movie" she smiled. "Have fun, you two!" she giggled then left us to ourselves and closed the bedroom door behind her. June and I laid there a few moments in silence listening to Bethany walk away. "Hey, there" I said quietly. "Hi" she said back softly. "You ok, honey?" I asked. "Nervous. Really nervous!" she said with a laugh. "Me too!" I chuckled. "Kiss me, June" I said. She moved in and gave me a gentle kiss. I waited till she'd finished. Then I was up on one elbow and leaning over her and kissed her again. "Now, relax and kiss me like you've always wanted to kiss me, June!" I said softly to her. She smelled and tasted fresh and good. Her hand went around the back of my head and she pulled me to her and her mouth opened and soon our tongues were dancing and she let out a moan. I continued to just kiss her gently and move slowly, telling her how pretty and sexy I'd always thought she was. Her body was starting to move a little now as we continued to kiss. My hand wandered to her neck and shoulder, then down to her side. She whimpered a little and her tongue and mouth got hungrier. I left it like that for a few minutes, just trying to get us both comfortable with it before moving my hand up to her right breast. When I did she groaned into my mouth. I was now kissing her throat and neck and pulling on her ear with my lips. I gently playing with her breast then found her nipple. Wow! It was thick and hard and a delight to my senses. Her tits were small as I'd expected, but her nipples were extravagant and felt huge! I pulled the sheets back and gasped at what I could see by the light coming from our bathroom. Her body was dark, mysterious, and very sensual, and her skin was as smooth as silk. I continued to gently pinch her nipples and caress her tits and amazingly soft and flat belly. Then I bent to her nipples and kissed them at first, familiarizing myself with their feel. She let out a whimper. Her nipples were much darker than Bethany's and a lot thicker. And they were both very hard already. I could hear June's breathing now and felt her fingers go into my hair. "Oh, Stan!" she groaned. I was really enjoying her thick, tight nipples and nibbled on them for quite a while, teasing them. My hand was roaming now, first on her silky soft belly and down now further to her thatch. Her hair there was so long and silky, I could run my fingers into it and tug on them gently while she moaned. The feel of that did amazing things to my cock. I had to get a closer view. I slung the sheets completely off us both and moved downward. I heard her breath suck in as my mouth traveled down her belly. My tongue dallied at her belly button for a while and her fingers were gripping me now. I smiled as I felt her push my head downward very subtly. I could smell her musk the closer I got, but I'd never seen or felt pubic hair like hers. The thatch above her pussy was perhaps two or three inches in length and was only slightly curly but as silky as baby hair. I ran my fingers into it and pulled it slightly. She moaned. I put my face into it. Fuck! So soft and sexy and scented with the smell of a woman. And the hair was quite moist near her slit. "Oh my god, June!" I groaned. "You are so sexy!" She groaned and whimpered then, kind of at the same time. I moved around and down between her legs. June had apparently lost all her shyness as her legs parted for me. My hands went behind her knees and I bent her upward to me and put my knees under her butt for a better view. From the light in the bathroom I could see the faint glistening of her very dark and thick pussy lips. She was very wet. I groaned. "My god you are so beautiful!" I groaned. I heard her breath suck in and she whimpered. Then I put my mouth on her soaking lips and licked and sucked. From that point on, I think June was in another world, maybe even in another galaxy. Her pussy was soaking wet and so tasty and fragrant! It was fruity and musky and strong and sweet, all at the same time! And it was all female and the taste of it made me hard. I was sucking her juices and then I felt her cum within seconds, her thighs and buttocks shuddering. I didn't stop. I was having an awesome time and loved the feel of her very wet muff and fur on my face. Her fingers were pulling in my hair now and pushing my face into her. I found her clit now and was flicking it with my tongue and sucking rather roughly on it. "Oh, god, Stan!" she cried out and I knew she was cumming again. I pulled my knees out from under her then and got more comfortable then I moved down and tongued her asshole. She cried out loudly then and I felt the wetness flow out and down to where my tongue was. I didn't stop until she was done coming, then went back to her pussy and this time took my time and teased more, bringing her to her third orgasm of the night several minutes later. By that time, June was whimpering and sounded like she was sobbing. She was certainly having trouble breathing, and I felt like I'd done a good job of treating her special and making her feel special. I let her down easy and slow, then moved up between her legs. Her mouth was open and waiting on mine. She didn't seem to mind her taste or smell at all on my face and we kissed passionately and deeply and I could taste the tears on her face. "Oh my sweet man!" she groaned into my ear as we held each other. "Oh my baby!" She cried over and over, still shuddering slightly and moaning into my mouth. Her hand was reaching for me then and when her fingers curled around my rock hard shaft she cried out; "Oh my god!" and she tried to look down between us at what she'd grabbed ahold of. I moved up and positioned myself before her and she rolled her hips up for me and opened her thighs wide, guiding my engorged cock to her hot wet opening. "Soooo biggg!" she groaned as I slid my head into her tight channel. I looked at her in the dark, poised there at her opening, and she returned my stare. "Love me, Stan!" she cried, sounding like she was in pain. I groaned and pushed in, got going and then pushed all the way home. She cried out my name and sobbed a little. June was barely five feet tall and tiny and I'm sure my cock felt quite large to her. "Oh my God!" she cried into my mouth. "He's sooo big, Stan!" Then she tilted her mouth to mine and kissed me passionately, then whispered in my ear "love me now, Stan...love me hard!" She grunted as she moved a little to give me better access to her pussy. I looked at her then and her eyes got big, and she smiled at me and nodded quickly with parted lips and then I really started to stroke her. I was growing even harder and she was taking every bit of me and her legs were trying to lock behind me. Her fingers were digging into me and she was saying 'yes' and 'fuck me' and 'oh god' and just sobbing it out. June was a real tigress and I was really getting off on the way she was moving under me and giving it back to me as well as taking. All of a sudden, I slowed my pace and she watched me intently. "I'm not thinking about your daughter, June. I'm thinking only about you, and making love to you, and loving your beautiful body and hot tight wet pussy, and I'm going to cum in you, and not your daughter!" She groaned. "Oh my sweet, sweet man!" she whispered into my ears" I kissed her mouth deeply, my tongue dancing with hers, her hips rolling and twitching. "And I'm thinking now about all the exciting times yet to come for you and me, June...making love freely now. Cum for me June, cum all over my big cock before I cum into your fantastic pussy! Come on, baby...coax my cum out of my balls!" I said. Her eyes got huge then and changed, and she reached behind my head and pulled my mouth down to hers. She kissed me so voraciously, and her pussy started bucking up into my cock and I felt her clench it tight and she started to moan and whimper like she was in pain. I was just taking long firm strokes, out to the corona of my cock head, and then burying it in her until I hit her cervix. "It's your pussy now, Stan...nobody else's!" she cried into my ear and I said "Cumming, June!" and kissed her as I began to shoot. Now she was virtually sobbing into my mouth and ears. "Soooo good, baby!" she grunted out..."give me all your seed!" and boy, was I ever! June was an animal, and I couldn't believe how she took so much and gave even more. I kept thrusting into her long after I quit cumming just because watching her and feeling her under me was such a high. "Fuck me, June!" I groaned. "You are incredible!" She chuckled into my ear. "You're the best I've ever had, Stan...and the biggest! I think I may be sore for days after tonight!" Talk about getting the big head! "Look at you, I told her. You are so damn sexy! I love your dark skin and your hair and your gorgeous tits and above all that pussy hair down there! You are the whole package, June!" I cooed into her ear. "I want to see it!" she said. "I want to clean you off with my mouth my baby, and taste our love!" she groaned into my ear, her pussy still clenching me tight. I groaned and rolled over with her on top of me, then I felt her pussy unclench and all that cum from both of us came rolling out onto my cock and balls. Quickly she unsheathed herself and was above me, looking down and groaning. She bent over and gently took my cock in her mouth and moaned as she sucked our cum of me. Then she proceeded to suck and lick and kiss my balls clean. It was sweet torture but it was so damn erotic! But she didn't stop and kept sucking on me and working my balls, then I felt her finger work itself into my ass. Fuck! I was getting hard again and she was taking most of me in her tiny hot mouth. Her head was like a piston and her tongue was driving me mad. When she had me hard, she looked up at me and said "I need you again, Stan!" she groaned. "Please!" she begged. She seemed to prefer, or only really know about the missionary position, because she rolled back over onto her back and opened wide for me, pulling me over onto her. This time, I went slower, taking long gently slides in and out of her, trying to suck her tits while doing that wasn't easy as she was only five feet and I was a full six feet. Her face and mouth smelled of my cum and hers, and it really had me going. She came again within the first minute or so of this and then again a few minutes later, crying out "soooo good, baby boy" into my ear. All the while she was cooing and praising me, and her hands were moving over my arms and shoulders and chest. I decided to try something and rolled us over with me on my back. Her eyes got big then, but she never lost a beat. She looked beautiful in the bathroom light that was spilling into the room. Her nipples were swollen and upturned and looked like teenager breasts to me. I could smell the musk of her pussy now and it really got me going. Her hands were on my chest and she carefully worked up to be on her feet, squatting above me. I groaned as she began to rise and then slam down on me. Her head was rolling around, her long beautiful black hair whipping around her shoulders. My hands went to her hips to help steady her. "I?m cumming, Stan!" she cried out and I felt her pussy clench up tight and then gush. I decided to try something else, and when her legs started to give out on her, I rolled her over onto her stomach and pulled her hips up to me. Fuck, she looked like a 12 year-old there on her knees before me! So petite and tiny in all respects. I had no problem locating her dark and very wet hole and grabbing her hips I sheathed myself in her. She cried out then, and shortly after came again. She turned around and looked at me in the dark. She could feel me swelling inside me. "Close, baby boy?" she groaned as her fingers went between her legs, searching out my sack and taking ahold of it. "Yes!" I responded hoarsely. "Tell me when!" she cried. A few moments more and I barked out "Now!" She pulled away from me then and pushed me back on the bed and took me in her mouth. "Give it to me now, baby!" she groaned as she began sucking me in earnest. This went on for about two minutes, her fingers coaxing the jism out of my balls. Then she slipped her finger up my ass and time ceased to exist for me. She must have wet that finger in her pussy, as it slid in all the way smooth as silk. She had found my prostate gland and was fingering it and pushing against it. I felt pre-cum and more some out of me then and then I knew I was slipping over the edge. "Oh, June!" I groaned. She groaned back but never hesitated. In the light from the bath, our eyes met and I began to cum. All the while her eyes never left me as I emptied my balls into her mouth and heard her swallow. When I was done, she cleaned me off completely as before, then slid up beside me. I kissed her deep and hard. She smiled at me and said, "You taste better than leche flan!" I looked puzzled. "What's that?" I said, still in a daze. "It's a sweet caramel custard we make in the old country" she smiled, licking her bottom lip. "Oh Stan, you ate my sweet kiki so damn good!" "Kiki?" I said. "Pussy?" She nodded. "Yes, you ate my pussy better than it has ever been licked in my whole life! I came so many times I thought I would pass out!" I was trying not to laugh, but she was acting like a little girl and it was so alluring and cute. "You must have liked it, cause your pussy was dripping honey all down your ass crack!" I said. "It was delicious!" "Ai, and the way you suck and bite my utong, it drove me crazy! "What is utong?" I asked. "Nipples?" She reached up and pinched her nipples and pulled on them hard, and smiled big. "Utong" she smiled. "Ahhhhh" I said, nodding. "Oh and when you licked my pwet, I fell apart inside!" she said. "Pwet?" I said. She nodded. "Yes, where I put my finger up inside you earlier!" Ahhhh. Pwet meant asshole! "Yes!" she said excitedly. "Ikaw ang lahat sa akin, Stan" she said. I looked at her then. "What does that mean, June?" I asked her quietly. She searched her mind for a second, then said "it means, you are everything to me, Stan." I sat up and pulled her tiny body to me. "I love you little mother", I said, "my sweet lover!" And I kissed her gently. She folded into my arms and moaned and I thought I saw tears in her eyes then. I held June in my arms afterwards for a while, just talking quietly with her. I told her she drove me crazy in bed and I wanted to try new and exciting things with her in the future. She eagerly agreed with me. I thought I heard the TV shut off finally and about a minute later Bethany quietly opened the bedroom door and stuck her head in. It took her a second for her eyes to adjust, then she whispered; "You guys ok?? She sounded concerned and slightly embarrassed. "We're fine, darling" I said. "Come here, baby!" She came around to her side of the bed and crawled in on her hands and knees over to us. I sat up partially and kissed her and she returned it. "Hmmmm..." she said. "Now I know what my mom smells and tastes like!" and she giggled. June's breath sucked in, and when she could tell that Bethany was OK, she giggled also, but it was a very embarrassed giggle. "Well, I guess I'll say goodnight now" June said. It got quiet in the room then. Bethany looked at me then looked at her hands, then looked back at me. "Can she stay?" She whispered to me, and I nodded. "Mom?" she said in the dark as June was getting out of bed. "Would you like to sleep with us tonight?" she asked quietly. Again, the room got quiet. "Maybe I shouldn't?" she said doubtfully. I said nothing but lifted the sheet for her just like I did to start our evening off together. "What if something happens?" June asked, uncertain now. I looked at Bethany and still said nothing. "Then...we let it happen" Bethany said. "From now on, when you sleep with us, whatever happens, happens, and everybody enjoys everybody and nobody gets left out or ignored or gets upset or uptight...agreed?" she asked. She was asking for a consensus. "Are you sure about that, sweetie?" June asked her. "We're sure about that, mom!" she replied. June was already out of bed, so I held out my hand to her. She hesitated, then took my hand and let me pull her back into the bed. "Goodnight my sweet man, my baby boy, my most exciting lover!" June whispered into my mouth as we kissed good night. I wrapped my arms first around her and said, "Goodnight my incredibly sexy little mother. Dream sweet dreams tonight!" Then I turned to Bethany and spooned her. We kissed again and said goodnight, and then I think we were asleep in no time, and I think it was the best sleep I'd ever enjoyed. Just before we drifted off, I was holding B, spooning her. "Thank you for tonight, my one and only beautiful young woman!" She rolled over and kissed me deeply then, and I promised I would be extra special to her tomorrow. "You are always extra special to me, my love!" I awoke to two mouths on me in the morning. At first I thought Bethany was down there, but she had invited her mom to join her, and they were both taking turns with my now very hard cock. I'd never had that experience before and it was immediately bringing me close to an orgasm. What was funny was to watch June's face as B would deep throat me. She spoke a few phrases in her native tongue, her eyes getting big. "What'd you just say?" I asked her gently. She giggled and so did Bethany. "I said no wonder he fell in love with you!" June said, and we all three laughed then. "He's much too big for me to do that, but I have other holes!" and they both giggled again. I couldn't help but hear that June had said "holes". Hmmmm, I thought. Between two sets of hands down there and two eager and hot mouths, I didn't last much longer and Bethany jacked me off into their mouths as best she could, then they both licked the remains of my orgasm off my belly. I groaned the whole time and praised them for being too much for me to handle. Since our new shower was big enough for all three of us, we showered together, and I made sure to gently lather and massage them both, my fingers working into both their pussies and assholes. It was a delight and I told them I wanted to do that more often. They giggled. I could clearly see the differences in their height and body types now. Bethany was at least 4 inches taller than her mom, and had the body structure of a Caucasian woman, with hips and long slender legs and arms and a tiny waist, whereas June was less hippy and a little more stocky in her thighs and shoulders. Still, they were both enticing and beautiful in their own way, and I was soon bending over and paying homage to their incredible tits. Both sets defied gravity and were firm and ripe and I was in heaven. Neither of the girls seemed to be the least self- conscious about being naked together and I even noticed that they would soap each other down. Once or twice I noticed Bethany's hand roam to her mother's ass and down under it to scrub her between her legs. I watched as June looked surprised and almost shocked, but then instantly relaxed and returned the gesture but from the front, and it was a turn-on to watch her wash B's pussy and asshole while facing her. "I used to wash this all the time when you were a baby, but if feels so different now!" she said, giggling nervously. Everything was done gently and seemed to be in slow- motion, and I was starting to get hard again. June spoke another phrase with large eyes and then they both giggled. "OK...translate?" I looked on helplessly. "She said you're like a horse!" Bethany giggled. "She said now she knows why I fell in love with you!" and I joined in their laughter. Life was good and peaceful for us now. I'd bought June all the gardening equipment she needed and she was working feverishly to get a garden going before spring hit. The house was easily big enough that we could always find a way to be alone to read or watch TV or cook or whatever, and yet we always shared our meals together and enjoyed our days and evenings together immensely. We played board games and taught each other card games, and later when the pool was finished, we swam every day we could. June didn't like the water until July or so, but early June is when I started swimming and Bethany would join me, and we'd be naked as the day we were born, of course. Living where we did, our pool season was short, maybe only 3-4 months tops, so we made the most of it. I'd fixed up one of the bedrooms ss a library/study and computer room, and we filled it with books and comfortable chairs and low lighting. The bonus room became our home theater room, and we'd eat popcorn and watch movies together and get all excited with the big screen and loud sound. Bethany and I had talked after that first night June spent in our bed with us and we decided that we would try doing that every third night or so. That gave Bethany and me two nights in a row out of three to be alone together at night. Lord knows I loved sleeping with her more than any woman I'd ever slept with, and she was always excited come bedtime to crawl into bed with me. We made love every night and sometimes twice if we'd gone all day without. She was a voracious and hungry lover, and it was a dream come true for me to be in the same bed with her. It was rare when we went the whole night or a morning without some kind of sex happening between us. Not having to go to work was one of the greatest aphrodisiacs for me as well. It was just so nice to never have to be anywhere, and so I rarely cared what time it was or whether it was day or night. Bethany was still attending school as a junior now, and June had decided to keep working for a while and then decide whether to quit or not. On weekends though, many was the time that the three of us were in the lighted pool well past midnight with glasses of wine and lots of touching and teasing and playing. On the third night of every three nights, we would invite June into our bed but it wasn't so much for sex as it was for comforting sleep, as the three of us would cling to each other and sleep wonderfully all intertwined in each other's arms. Of course, it was hard to not want to have sex...with either of them, and there were times when that happened. At first I felt very self-conscious about making love to Bethany with her mom right there in the bed with us, and then conversely I felt uncomfortable (my anglo-saxon roots) making love to Bethany's mom while Bethany laid right there in the same bed. I talked to them about that and expressed my feelings. They didn't understand why I had an issue with it since they didn't have that problem and neither ever felt anything wrong about watching the other two make love. Strange women, I thought. Very different and quite liberated. I eventually worked up the courage to ask them if they were attracted to each other in a sexual way, as often times I'd watched them shower or bath and wash each other gently and sensually. They both admitted that they thought the other was very attractive and said they were just very comfortable with each other like that. I asked June then if there were very many Filipino lesbians. June said Filipinos had their share of lesbians but it was mostly in the big cities as the villages in the country would frown terribly on that type of behavior. She admitted that there were a lot more women with penises (or men with titties?she didn?t know for sure!) over there now and that the lines were really being blurred by the sexual revolution that was taking place in the cities. A lot of women were prostituting themselves out, and many were getting into being filmed in porn movies. She didn?t understand that, but she admitted that yes, she did find a woman?s body attractive. Bethany said that she thought she might enjoy participating when me and June were having sex. I asked in what way, and she said maybe doing something with her hands or fingers, but she wasn?t sure if she would use her mouth or anything like that. June said she hadn't thought about it, and would probably allow Bethany to join in, but that she probably wouldn't stimulate Bethany while we were having sex but that she would like to stimulate me! All this was fascinating to me, and they were quite willing to talk with me on the subject. In fact, no subject seemed off limits with them, even in front of one another. I told them that usually mothers and daughters don't share their secrets or the details of their sex lives, and that I admired and enjoyed their openness. They both agreed that it was because we three had decided to become lovers, and that there was nothing left to hide under circumstances like that. In fact, they both felt that hiding something would be bad for us all. I could certainly agree with that. I noticed that the longer our relationship went on and matured, the easier it all got, and they seemed to share that feeling. Life in our house was starting to lose that flavor of me living with a girl and her mother and was becoming more like me living with a wife and an older concubine, or even with two wives, although I never told them that's how it felt for me. I no longer felt like I had to hide my feelings for either one of them while I was around both of them or should one of them interrupt the others while we were kissing or talking or making love or wildly fucking. Concerning the latter, it was becoming much more relaxed and once in a while, Bethany would join in with us, but not to 'take my cock away' from June, but more to help stimulate both of us, which she was quite good at. Sometimes June would watch and I could see her eyes afire with desire or lust sometimes. Once I even invited her over and kissed her and sucked her tits while Bethany was going down on me. That was a real turn-on for me! I was making love to Bethany once and June shocked the hell out of both of us by reaching in and teasing my balls. Bethany had already done that before, but June hadn't. In fact, it seemed that when Bethany would try something new that involved the three of us, June would follow suit within a couple of weeks, as if she knew that move was ok to do herself now and it seemed to us like she was experimenting and finding the limits of her desire to participate. To me, and Bethany agreed after we discussed it in private one night, it was as if June was waiting for Bethany to try something new and that was all the permission she needed to try it as well. June was sitting on my cock one day riding me slowly, and Bethany knelt down behind her and lightly rubbed her back then her sides, then reached around and fondled June's tits then pinched her nipples. I was watching June and at first she was surprised by Bethany caressing her tits, but then her eyes closed and she seemed to get into it after that. At some point when her eyes were still closed, I motioned for Bethany to come around the front and suck her moms tits, and that really shocked June, but it turned me on immensely and I began to pound her in earnest then. I was surprised that June didn't stop her, but after a minute or so, she took a gentle hold on Bethany's head while she suckled at her mom's breasts. Another time Bethany was on top of me and June came in naked and I started to play with her pussy as she stood at the edge of the bed watching us. I asked her to sit on my face, and she did. She seemed a little self-conscious at first, but she was getting into it in no time and it was an amazing feeling to be eating her out while fucking her daughter. A month or two later, that same scenario happened again and I didn't have to invite June, she just dropped her drawers, fingered herself for a few moments, then lowered herself to my face. This time however, she sat facing Bethany, who was taking long loving strokes on my cock. Bethany reached up and began to play with June's tits and within moments, June's hands went to her daughter's tits and gently pinched her nipples as well. It didn't last long, but it happened, and Bethany had remarked on how surprised she was her mom did that, but also that it was kind of comforting more than it was a sexual turn-on in a raw kind of way. There were several times when they would both finish me off with their mouths. Bethany especially liked to be on her knees in front of me when I came, something June had never done. June came in one time while Bethany was sucking me off like that one day. Bethany noticed her mom and invited her to join us. June did, but with a red face! At first she just watched her daughter swallow my cock and play with my balls, but it didn't take her long to get into the spirit of things and soon she had a finger up my ass while Bethany squeezed my balls. They took turns taking me deep into their mouths, and I ended up jacking off onto both their faces and tongues. That was another fantasy I'd had for a long time and it was amazing to see them both eager to take my cum on their tongues. Then there was a time that Bethany walked in on me doing her mom doggy-style and Bethany got up on the bed right next to her mom and offered her pussy to me in the same way. I don't have to tell you what that was like, looking down on both their asses, and taking my time first plundering June's pussy, and then Bethany's. Or the time I was eating Bethany's pussy and her mom just came out and said "do me too!" so she laid down next to Bethany and I ate them both out, one at a time. They were getting much more free and relaxed now, but mostly it was Bethany that explored and experimented with June mostly just going along with whatever was on our minds. Never once did June say 'no' to Bethany, and never once did she get up and leave us when we got a little too kinky. I also noticed that never once did June not cum at least once when she was with us, which told me that she could adapt and learn new things and still enjoy them when we went past her boundaries. Many's the time Bethany and I laid awake at night and talked about the sex we'd had with her mom. Bethany hinted that she was starting to think she might enjoy going down on her mom if she thought it wouldn't offend June, but she was worried about that more than anything. I told her to give it time and maybe something would happen and she'd know she had the go-ahead to try it. I expressed my fears and doubts, but Bethany always calmed me down, as she was always probing her mom to find out if we were going to far with her or making her feel less than a real woman. June had said that I always made her feel like a real woman and that Bethany's attentions, while embarrassing sometimes or downright shocking to her, were not enough to make her say no or get up and leave the room. June had promised Bethany that if she went to far with her mom, that June would give her a secret signal that meant 'stop', but that June would never want to ruin the mood or the moment with us. My biggest freak-out to date came when June was on her hands and knees on the bed and I was standing on the floor with her sucking my cock. Bethany got on the bed behind her mom and was gently caressing her moms back and hips and then began to gently rub her but cheeks and then her hand went between her mom?s legs! I was shocked and turned on at the same time, and my eyes got big. Bethany just gave me a lazy sexy smile and closed her eyes slowly. June had jumped a little, but kept on with sucking me off. Then I noticed Bethany had slid a finger into June's pussy and was slowly gyrating it. June still didn't stop sucking me and even began to moan. I don't know what came over Bethany, but she removed her fingers from Junes pussy and looking into my eyes stuck her fingers in her mouth and sucked on them. It was about then that I shot my wad into her mom's eager mouth! Later that night we talked about that moment and Bethany admitted that she'd gotten a charge out of doing it. Said it was the first time she'd ever tasted another woman's pussy except from my cock or mouth when I had been with June. Needless to say, I was hard as a bar of steel after that and we had crazy hot sex that night. But then several weeks later it was Bethany's turn to be shocked, as she was on her knees and I was behind her giving her all I had. June came in, stripped off her panties and laid on the bed, legs spread and pussy just to the side of Bethany! June said "I could hear you two all over this house and it was making my pussy so wet! And now I'm so damn horny that I need to cum bad!" June began to play with herself and moan, and before I knew what was happening, Bethany put her hand on June?s pussy and was playing with her long pussy hairs, then she slipped a finger in June's pussy and June began furiously working her own clit. I noticed that June kept writhing about and in the process had ended up with her pussy right below Bethany's face. I think she was doing that on purpose, moving to get her pussy closer and closer until Bethany was just inches above it. I was trying very hard to not cum, but watching these two was not helping my situation. I could see June was starting to cum and then her hands went to her tits and her legs spread open. All of a sudden, Bethany lowered her face and began to kiss her mom's lower belly and work toward her pussy! June never missed a beat. She scooted up a little, and the move was unmistakable. Her pussy was now right in front of B?s face and her legs wide open. June was looking me in the eyes and smiling and pinching and pulling on her thick nipples. She licked her lips and then wiggled her tongue at me. I think that was the signal Bethany had been looking for. June was cumming again, and then Bethany leaned down and kissed her mom's hand. All of a sudden June moved her hand and Bethany just dived right in, hungrily eating that pussy like it was a ripe mango. I freaked out and just started cumming with that move she'd made and then June pulled her legs open wider and was sobbing and cumming and Bethany was really chowing down on her cunt! It blew my mind and I came very hard, making Bethany groan and moan into her mother?s pussy. June let go of her legs then and grabbed her daughter?s hair and pulled her face into her crotch and forced her to eat her without stopping. I finished my orgasm and just watched as Bethany continued to sloppily go down on June. After June had cum again, she laid there, then sat up and taking B's head in her hands, kissed her deeply. My mind was completely blown by that. I was shocked that Bethany had done that, but even more surprised that June had clearly wanted it and had enjoyed it tremendously! When I thought back on it later, I began to wonder if June expected that to be the next step in hers and Bethany's relationship. Perhaps it was hints Bethany had dropped or just the fact that she was so free with June and wanting to please her like I did. Whatever it was - and Bethany didn't have a clue what had brought it on - it blew both of our minds and we talked about it late into the night. Bethany admitted that night that she had loved going down on June's furry pussy, and knew now why I got off so much on eating pussy, too. Bethany said she could never see herself being interested in any other woman but her mom, and now she wanted more of what she'd had today. That turned me on immensely, and I got hard while she lazily stroked me. She smiled devilishly at me and told me to raise my ass. She put a couple of pillows under it, then told me to pull up my legs. Within moments, her tongue was at my asshole and she was rimming me with abandon. About that time, June walked in on us and said something in her native tongue, and Bethany stopped and looked over her shoulder and said something back to her. Then she looked at me and giggled. "Mom says she heard us and got horny again. She says she wants some of your ass too!" We all laughed, and soon June was rimming me tenderly and Bethany was sucking on my balls. I was groaning and really getting worked up when Bethany left my balls and went around behind June, who was kneeling before me. She smiled that devilish smile at me again, then bent down and licked June's ass crack. June let out a groan and a "yes!" and that was all Bethany needed to hear. Bethany quickly laid down on her back and pulled June's pussy down to her face. June was cussing in Filipino now (or whatever her native tongue was called), and she was really sticking her tongue deep in my ass now. I could tell when she came because for a few moments, she lost concentration and just laid there with her face in my balls, groaning and then called out "Bethany!" This was all too much for me. "Who wants my cum in their pussy!" I groaned boldly. I'd never said it that way before, and Bethany was quick to say, "My mom does!" and giggled. I took June?s hands and pulled her up to me. Bethany took the pillows out from under my ass, and then I helped guide June?s hips to my cock. "Kiss me, little mother!" I groaned. It was a term of endearment that Bethany told me June especially favored. June kissed me deeply while guiding my cock to her very wet slot. She cried out "Oooh, you're soooo fucking big, you horse!" Well, that almost ruined everything, because Bethany and I started to laugh uncontrollably. I pulled her down to me and whispered in her ear. "Fuck me hard, my second wife! Show me how much you love and need me. Steal my seed from me!" Her eyes got big and her jaw dropped at my use of the phrase second wife. I had gambled that she would like that, and apparently she did, because she got up on her feet above me and mercilessly slammed down on my cock over and over. Just when I was about to cum, I threw her off me and rolled her onto her back. Bethany was beside us, fingering herself and moaning in her ecstasy. I positioned myself above her and looked into June's eyes. I kissed her deeply then pushed inward. I was making love to her now and not fucking. I was taking long sensual strokes into her and then whispered into her ear, "If it were possible, I would give you a child we three could raise!" I knew June had had a hysterectomy years back and that it was impossible for her to bear children again. I saw tears come to her eyes then, and she kissed me hungrily and her legs opened even wider and she lifted her heels up around my butt slamming her pussy up and into my hips, urging me deeper. I was pounding her again, down deep to her cervix, but with long slow sensual strokes, and she was still slamming her hips into me as I hilted her. "Take me, my young husband!" She moaned into my ear. "Show me how much you love me and need me now! Give me your delicious seed!" My eyes never left hers and I was bound and determined to make love to her as long as possible without cumming. I never stopped stroking her and she came twice more before she felt me swell inside her. "My horse needs release now, doesn't he?" she asked seductively. I nodded feverishly. June looked over at Bethany. "Come, my daughter. Let us share our man's seed together and take his essence into our bellies!" I groaned and pulled out and fell over on my back. They were both on me then like piranhas and in no time I was shooting gobs of cum into both their mouths as they groaned and milked me dry. It was an unbelievable night, but it was just getting started. A few minutes later, June went to pee and Bethany asked me what I'd said to her mom. I told her and her eyes got big. She hugged me hard then. "I love you so much, Stan!" she mumbled into my ear. "You think of such wonderful things to say to my mom!" I had been afraid that one or both of them would have taken offense to my 'heat of the moment' comments, but both of them had found them endearing! "You're not jealous or hurt, then?" I asked timidly. "Because that's the last thing on earth I would want, my love!" She shook her head vigorously then. "Absolutely not!" she said. "I know now how much you love my mom and want the best for her. I've seen it all along but you continue to show her respect and love and honor her. How did you know she would like what you said?" she asked. "I didn't!" I said. "It just seems like the more I'm around her and you, the more I pick up on what she's really made of and what she's really like, deep down inside" I paused. "It just seemed like the right thing to say, that's all!" Bethany just looked at me in amazement. "I love you so much Stan!" she said and kissed me deeply. Then she said "Listen!" and she shushed up. "Mom's crying!" she got up and ran to the bathroom. Bethany opened the bathroom door without knocking and ran to her mother, who was sitting on the toilet, crying. "Mama!" she wrapped her arms around her. "What is it?" she asked concerned. June just shook her head, trying to calm down. By this time I was at the bathroom door myself, but was only eavesdropping on them, which seemed OK for me to do under the circumstances. I was very concerned about June and therefore also about Bethany. Finally June calmed down and spoke. "I'm so happy, Bethany! So very happy!" was all she could say at the moment. "So...these are good tears?" Bethany asked. June nodded quickly and looked up at Bethany. "I have never been this happy in my life. Not even when I first got to come to this country! I am happy for you, and for Stan, and for me, and for the three of us! I never thought I would be happy again, but here I am!" Bethany was just letting her speak and get it out now, and didn't interrupt. "Stan is so good to us and we don't deserve it, but he treats us like we do deserve it! He is so generous and loving and kind and thoughtful! He is a good man, Bethany. He told me he wished he could give me a child! Can you believe that! Oh, how I wish I could give him one, too! But no matter, because someday you will give him a child, or maybe two or three, and then I will mother them with you!" and with that she was crying again, and so was Bethany. I just stood outside and shook my head in amazement. My heart was breaking for June, but in a good way. "He loves me in a way Sam never did in all his years! Wasted years! No! Not wasted!" and her hands went to Bethany's face. "Never wasted, because here you are, and you are loving and thoughtful and kind and honor me also! You do me proud, daughter! I am so blessed to have you in my life! And the truth be told, you love me good, like Stan does, but in a different way. So tender. You know what I want. You know how to make me feel. Stan...ooooh...Stan fills me up so big! He hurts me deep inside, but it is such a good hurt!" and they giggled together. "I love his horse-cock, but I love the man even more!" then she looked at Bethany. "Forgive me daughter, but I am in love with your man, and I would give him a child if I could. I would walk through fire for him and do whatever he asks!" "Oh, nanay!" Bethany cried out. "Mama, you should not ask for forgiveness, as you know how much we both love you and want the best for you! There is nothing to forgive, and let that be that! We'll not speak of needing forgiveness again! Love my man with all your heart, as I would not have it any other way! Spoil him and make passionate love to him and say anything you like to him! And if you could bear him a child, then we both would bear him children and then would raise a big happy family together!" and then June was crying again and so was Bethany. I quietly went back and sat on the bed, because I could hear them clearly now as Bethany had left the door open in her haste to reach her mom. "Nanay...one day I will marry that man, but you will still share our bed with us. There will be no change to that relationship. We three will be in love for all our lives now, I just know it. And I will bear him children, God willing, and you will help me raise them as if they were yours, because they will be yours too!" Once again, June was crying, but she sounded joyful now through her tears. "Come, mama...let us go back to our man and share a good nights rest with each other. Then we will find something fun to do tomorrow, the three of us. Maybe we can fuck him silly in the morning and drain his horse-cock again!" She said, and that broke the ice and they both were laughing now. I rose off the bed when they came out of the bathroom. Then both of them came to me, fell into the bed, and hugged me hard and I returned it, my arms plenty big enough for the both of them. We washed the tears from our faces then and brushed our teeth, then crawled into bed, just three naked bodies sharing the love and warmth and closeness of another of hopefully many thousands of nights still left to us in our future together.