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.