Keywords: M/F anal, oral Author: W R Jenkins Title: Robin and Carol Disclaimer:(standard) Do not screw up. Do not do anything illegal. This includes specifically (but not limited to) reading on if you are under 18- 21 in some localities If you are underage you must leave now. If you're young and curious, this is not the place to get the straight story. You act like this and people will look at you strange and give you a wide berth. Also, don't try this at home. Some of this stuff is just plain wrong, most of it is unsafe in the present viral climate and some of it doesn't work in this universe. They are stories. They deal with ideas, fantasies and thoughts that might not even be pleasant in real life. Thoughts are like that. Fantasies are there so we can toy with the sensations without feeling or inflicting the pain, despair or humiliation. End Sermon. Robin and Carol - (RobCarol.txt)- When old lovers meet. Sometimes there are secrets that are better shared than discovered. Hey, the plot is the point here. I can't say any more. M/F, oral, anal Robin and Carol Robin was a good-looking woman. Her nose might be a trifle big to be a cover girl, but she had the look. She also had the body to model underwear. For those of you that don't get that, I mean she had some big hooters. She might be a bit old for me, but what she gave up in firmness she more than made up for in desire and experience. There was no playing around with her. She wanted it and she let you know. Most of the women I'd gone out with liked to stall that first time. They might invite you in after the first date, but they weren't going to give it up. Maybe some necking and petting, but no nookie. One of them told me (after fucking me after the second date) that I'd think she was a whore if she did it on the first date. I don't know about that. I generally think nice things about women who fuck me. I didn't think Robin was a whore when she all but dragged me inside and tried to fuck me before we got our clothes off. I thought I was damn lucky and I was glad our date had gone well enough that she liked me. She was amazing. It may sound like she threw me down and had her way with me, but it was neater than that. She had let me stare at her all evening without getting huffy and she used the same charm to lead me into her lair. She made coffee that we would never drink and we got comfortable. In this case it meant taking off our shoes. Having our shoes off meant we could put our feet on the coffee table. She snuggled up with her head on my shoulder and we talked about the movie we saw. She began rubbing her hand over my chest absently. When she moved her head, her hair tickled my neck. It was all subtle and vaguely exciting until she spoke up. "Now would you like to rub my chest for a while?" she asked. She said it like there was no hidden meaning, no difference between what she was doing and what she was inviting me to do. She carried it off by rotating us until my head was on her shoulder and my hand was free to roam her chest like hers had roamed mine. "I like that," she said when I had put my hand on her breast and was trying to carress her the way she had touched me. "I don't think you should have to hurry sommething that feels so good, do you?" Hell yes, momma, let me stick it in and fuck you hard and fast. Like I was going to argue with a woman who had just told me to feel her up. I told you she had big tits. They were nice squishy tits. I was firm, but not too firm as I explored them. I was trying to do it like she had done to me. Needless to say, I was thinking about other things, like what comes next. It was exciting in an entirely different way than I was used to. It sounds corny but I felt like I was getting to know her at the same time I was getting to know her breasts. For instance, I was sure she liked it slow. But she was voluptuous and didn't play games. She wanted full involvment and complete exploration of every facet of what she did. Maybe I meant she liked it careful- careful and complete. "You want to rub lower now?" she asked. She accompanied the question by turning toward me so she could drop her hand onto my hard-on. My face was hidden in her hair but I could feel her smile in the way her fingers traced my cock in my pants. "I really enjoyed being with you tonight," I said in response to nothing and to avoid responding to her. "Then imagine how much more you're going to enjoy it by morning," she said. Subtle. Subtle like a steamroller, but not without its charm and novelty. I liked the feeling I was a partner in the seduction no matter how big a lie it was. "I think the rubbing will be better if we take off some clothes," she said. That was the segue into the bedroom. I guess she knew I didn't need any more hints to know what came next. Still she took me by the hand like she was giving the tour and then left me to stand and eventually take off my clothes as she slipped off her own. She was 35, 36, she could have been 25, 26. Her breasts were big enough to have dropped a little, but there was no ravage of her smooth, tight belly and her ass was great. In fact, the years had changed what must have been two hard rubber balls into a more accepting heart- shaped ass. On the bed she continued the slow progress. We lay side by side on each other's arms and our hands continued the journey they had begun on the couch, only without the intervening clothes. Robin took a back-handed grip on my cock so I could feel it laying along the inside of her wrist. She held firm and just let me feel my cock pressing against her skin. I reached in to push my finger into the furrow of her sex. I flattened my palm against her lower belly and flexed my hand a bit to make my finger bury in her sex furrow. She moved against my hand. As she squirmed herself happily on my finger I got the idea. I thrust against her hand. That made me ready to move on to the next stage. "I think we should have sex tonight," I told her. "Do you want to put it in me right now?" she asked. "In a minute," I said. "There's a couple of things I want to do first." Then I kissed her, which was one of those things. She was a counterattacker. Her tongue trapped, ambushed, lay in wait for mine as our tongues played games between our mouths. It let me know what lay in store when it was my cock invading and not my tongue. I wanted to get down and graze on her tits too. I made that transition by rolling on top of her and replacing my finger with my cock. Her hips moved and I thrust as I bent my head down to run my mouth over her breasts. She was very wet against the side of my cock. Her nipples drew up into pebbly mounds with top hat tops in my mouth. She was making my cock very wet as I sucked on them. "I think it's been a minute," she rasped. She wanted relief. I pulled back enough she could find the head of my cock and slide onto it. I moved the rest of the way in and she moaned. She grabbed my head and pulled me down into another kiss. She wanted me inside her. That was enough for the present. We let our motion be in our mouths and let my cock rest, thrust inside her cunt. Only the slightest excess flowed over into tiny motions between her legs. Gradually it grew like our petting on the couch. I pulled up gasping for breath and we were fucking. She was letting me use an inch and adding her own motion to the stirring of my cock inside her. It was as much bumping as fucking. "I think we should have sex!" she cried out as our bodies came together. I lowered my head to kiss her again, but it was only to position myself so I could thrust more freely into her. It was like we had been fucking before we started. This felt like the first surge of heat in taking her. I thrust my cock in long, urgent strokes and buried my head beside hers. "Yes, yes, just like that," she concurred with my choice. She was there for every stroke. As I anticipated from her kiss, she used her hips as a trap to grab on my cock as I gave it to her. I felt rolled and stroked as my cock moved in and out of her. "Let me on top," she gasped by my ear. I felt a shiver of anxiety as I ceded to her wish. I wasn't sure I was ready for what she could do. I was calmed by the idea that even if I died, I'd die happy. No better way to go than to be screwed to death. Briefly it was the same feeling as she sat down on my cock and got seated properly. Her wetness soaked my groin as she dragged her wet lips against me, moving up and back on my fully engulfed prick. Her hips undulated with the same rolling motion which had greeted my thrusts. Then she showed me why she wanted control. She put her hands on my shoulders and fucked me. There was nothing slow or reserved about the way she pounded her hips on my cock. It was like our reserved play was the fuse and it had reached the powder. She slapped her butt down on me with no quarter and no mercy. She was fucking me hard. I was being assaulted by the urgency and vigor of her butt slamming down to drive my cock into her wet cunt. I pressed my head back into the pillow and moaned like I was the woman. She was clearly the aggressor as she used my hard pole to take her pleasure from me. She had me gasping when her hips varied their path with unplotted jerking. The undulation reappeared with her attempts to keep riding my cock. Her cunt was spastic as she tried to keep driving down on my prick. She was cumming. I could feel it. I was hanging, I couldn't do anything to help. I don't think she needed me to do anything. I think she got off just fine on her own. I'm not sure of much from those moments. Mostly I know she was slowing down and I felt panic that she was going to leave me hanging. I pushed her onto her back to take care of it myself. She sounded appreciative as I went back to the hard, fast fucking that had got her off. It was only a dozen thrusts before my cock swelled and jerked in her. I kept slamming into her hard as my cock jetted out spurt after spurt of cum. "You're pretty assertive for a kid," she panted when I finally came to rest laying on top of her. "I was about to cum," I panted back, "I just did what I had to." "Yes you did. And it was good too," she said. It seems, as she told me later, that I had missed out on a chance to ache for a minute or two while she regained her senses and then have her soothe my balls with her tongue before sucking me off. I can see how that fit her manner and it might have been better, but I didn't regret making sure. I mean it was our first date. How was I to know? She gave a hell of a blow-job. It was at once great and frustrating. She didn't want me to help. She didn't want me to move. It was hard to lay back and do nothing, especially when she stopped sucking to tease me with her tongue when I was at a crisis. But fighting my urge to grab her, or at least fondle her was worth it. When she finally took pity on my condition her fingers were everywhere her mouth wasn't. I could feel them on my balls, on the base of my cock, on my thighs as she sucked the sap up into the head of my cock. And then she wanted all the cock she could get in her mouth as I erupted. It was like finishing in a cunt with a tongue as she sucked my spurting cock until I was done filling her mouth with my jizm. Blow-jobs were mostly a reward- for a job well done, for a present, for doing something thoughtful. Robin had other and equally exciting ways to make me want to fuck her. Experience is hard to beat. I thought I was doing pretty well keeping up when Robin reminded me we weren't exclusive. She reminded me of that wrapped in a towel, obviously fresh out of bed with some other man. I hadn't called. I just dropped by. I thought the spontaneity would be refreshing. I couldn't get mad in those circumstances, but I did anyway. I'd show her what it was like to know I was with some other woman. Her name was Carol and I know now what attracted me to her. At first glance it was a no-brainer. She was a hot little chick, vivacious and bouncy without being giggly. And she was 18. She had big, firm yabos and she knew how to use them. I don't think I impressd her by being older, but I hope my sincereity had something to do with her accepting my invitation to go out. I did think I wanted to be with her in many senses of that term. It turned out she was a good bet in every sense of that term. I don't mean she fucked me on the first date, but I did get to know her nice firm breasts on a licking, sucking, kissing basis. And she did make me cum in my pants with an impromptu lap dance while I was doing my tit explorations. I was happy with that, given she was ready to see me again. It didn't make me forget Robin, but it made me feel superior. She wasn't the only one that could make my banana stand. And I secretly savored the fact that Carol was so young. That was my immature jab at Robin. Carol thought I was her knight in shining armor. She had just gotten out on her own and there were things she'd never considered- like lighting a pilot light and junk like that. I was there at just the right time for her and she appreciated it. I don't think she slept with me because I helped her out, but maybe she was more lively and eager because it made her happy. I know I appreciated her appreciating me. If she ever had a downside, it wiped it out. I was a little bit afraid she'd be difficult in bed. You know, sometimes when you haven't done a lot, you don't like new stuff popping out of the blue. In my experience young girls got snappy when you did something some way they weren't used to. I think that's the same reason they tend to tell you what to do. Carol was either real experienced or amiable. I like to think amiable. She wanted to make me happy. I think she knew that I'd make her happy on the way to my own happy. Anyway, she was ready for me. "If you won't think I'm a slut, I'm ready to do it tonight," she said when we were kissing hot and heavy on her couch. Gosh, no, I liked her. And I didn't mind if she was a slut. I was ready to cash in this excursion into non-exclusivity. Don't get me wrong, I really liked Carol and all, but I couldn't help remembering Robin in a towel and feeling good about my revenge. I pretty much put off the Robin thing once Carol got me in bed. There was plenty to do without thinking about other women. Except maybe doing some comparing. Right off she was different than Robin because she wanted to suck my dick. She let me get her all hot and sweaty kissing and playing with her tits, but then she wanted to blow me. She pushed me on my back and slid right down to take my cock in her mouth. She didn't care if I grabbed her head either. She was kind of turned at right angles to me and she inched back toward me as she sucked my cock. She liked it when I tried to finger her while she sucked me. I understood this. She was doing a lot more licking than sucking and a lot more teasing than satisfying. She was getting me counted down for lift off. She was also showing me how much she wanted it. Believe me, I wanted it enough. This was the first time and I was drooling to find out just how tight and hot her cunt was. I wanted to hear the sounds she made when I fucked her. I wanted to see the face she made when she was cumming. I also wanted her to keep doing what she was doing, so I didn't pull her off me or anything. I let her decide when it was time to slide back up and turn it over to me. Then it was my turn to demonstrate how I ate pussy. It was the first time. We had a lot of things to show each other. I liked licking her cute little pussy. You pried open her outer lips and she was such a fresh shade of pink inside. The little flaps of her inner labia fluttered in such a cute way when I tickled them with my tongue. And there's nothing like the music of a young girl's giggly noises when you're eating her. I didn't mind her grabbing my head either. That was a most helpful way of telling me what she wanted without whining and without confusing me. For the most part I went where she pushed me and responded to the grip of her fingers with intensity. Then she pulled me up. Mission accomplished. We were both ready for that first familiarity with fucking each other. I poised over her and we smiled at each other. I know it's fucked up to stop here, but I want to say some more about Carol. I want to explain that I wasn't out for some hot pussy to teach my older lover a lesson. I admit that the idea pleased me, but that wasn't why I was with Carol. She was neat and a lot more mature than I was at 18. I was liking everything I was finding out about her. We were establishing a good base for a relationship. What I mean is I was trying to get in her pants, but I wasn't just trying to get in her pants. Okay, back to poised with my cock just hovering over the entrance to heaven. Carol was tight all right, but a kind of open, yielding tight that let me push my cock into her like I was trying to squeeze through a small window. I was going in, but I could feel the crush of her sheath squeezing me. I guess she felt the opposite feeling of being pushed open. It seemed to be as good for her as the hug of her pussy was for me. She was a blissful sight making happy moans as my cock went in her. Settling into such a nice pussy made my feelings for Carol rise considerably. I seriously wanted to be with this woman. It wasn't the only thing about her that I was attracted to, but it was a clincher. I could fuck this sweet little pussy every night for a long time. Carol only made me more sure of that by grabbing onto me and staring into my eyes. Her eyes had a look of promise tinged with surprise. It made me feel like super lover and that felt great. She was the whole package. Grateful was the frosting on the cake of her tight little pussy. She was moved by my cock stroking into her and moved with me. It wasn't an aggressive competition to my fucking, rather it was a happy acknowledgement of the pleasure she felt. It was bread and butter, I can eat this every day fucking. I was in no hurry. I was enjoying being right where I was. Carol was loving it too and it was as good a cumming to feel like that and see her feel the same way- almost as good as cumming. Anyway, it was the first time and I wanted to make a good impression. I was hoping I was the best fuck Carol ever had. I wanted to be that for her almost as much as I wanted her needing me that bad. I guess I wasn't the only one wanting to make an impression. "Now I want you to put it in my ass," Carol said. Discussions of her motives aside, I wasn't passing that up. It would have been valiant to make sure she didn't think she had to, but I would have that discussion with her after I had fucked her in the ass- maybe. She said she wanted it. Did I really know her well enough to think she was lying? "The vaseline is in the drawer," she told me. That was a vote in favor of her wanting it. My head was spinning as I got out the jar. As tight as her pussy was, how tight would her ass be? I was hoping I could last two strokes in her tight ass, but not concerned because it was sure to be good even if it was brief. Carol had a nasty look on her face as she pulled her knees back and raised her ass off the bed. There was devilish glee in her eyes as she exposed the brown pucker for me to grease. "Put a finger all the way inside me," she invited. Oh god, was she only 18? This was as hot as anything I had ever done with anyone before. I guess that was enhanced by her innocent face blurting out whorish requests. I stuck my finger in her ass and it was as tight as I expected. I could imagine my finger was the biggest thing that had been in her ass and the only thing except maybe one of her fingers. That perception was shaken when she told me to insert a second finger. "Now fuck me with your fingers," she ordered, "Fuck me good until you feel me loosen up." Okay, so that didn't sound like an anal virgin. Her asshole was still tight around my fingers and it clamped down sporadically as I jammed the fingers into her. Maybe it wouldn't be impossibly tight, but I would still be fucking her up the butt. "Now put your cock in me," she told me. It wasn't tailor made. At least I had not done it this way before. I didn't see any good way to approach her ass. I ended up sitting behind her butt pushing my cock into her asshole. She made up for any deficiency in the position. As my cock slipped in, she lowered herself to force me deeper in her ass. It was great. It was tighter than her pussy. Her ass was a tighter, choking collar sliding down my hard-on. I wasn't so sure two strokes wouldn't be my limit. "You don't have to be gentle. I can take it," Carol urged me on. I didn't bother to explain to her which one of us couldn't take it. I was having way too much fun pretending I was ravaging her without actually getting my cock too far into the dangerous heat up her ass. My awkward angle made that an easy illusion to achieve. I really couldn't fuck her too deep from where I sat. That was fine with me, but Carol wanted more. I figured that was going to be more than I could take. Not that it mattered. Carol put one leg down and her anus squirmed farther onto my cock. She turned to her side. I almost slipped out. "Get up with me," she scolded. "I want you to lay right on top of me." It was a question of momentum. I tried to get up and had to lunge my ass off the bed. Carol turned under me until she was on her stomach on the bed. I fell. The next thing I know I'm laying on her back with my legs between hers. I coudn't believe that my cock wasn't feeling cotton. It felt like it was pointing straight down into Carol's butt and I knew it should be sticking out her belly and rubbing the sheets. I was deep. I was as deep as my cock could reach. "Rock!" she demanded. "Just rock on me." It was a lovely and much better than two strokes. I was all the way up her butt and every inch of my cock knew it. Her butt was like two meaty boulders grinding on my cock. The twisting, grinding effect went all the way to the head of my cock buried god knows where under me. Carol was working it. It was like she had me trapped and was assaulting me from all sides. For a second I had a flash of Robin. There was something familiar about this ambush. Carol brought me back to the present as her butt bounced on the bed. I didn't take much of that. I started cumming and Carol did the best thing yet. She could have milked a cow with the coordination between her clenching butt cheeks and squeezing down her sphincter. I felt her pulling my cock deeper inside herself as I was shooting off. It was amazing. Then she clenched her asshole and held it. I thought of stories I'd heard about people being trapped together. I wasn't sure I could pull out if I tried. Finally she relaxed and my cock did slide out of her ass. "That was nice," Carol said. "I was hoping you were the open-minded type." It seems she was- big surprise- testing me. It was a rather tender story about a boy that convinced a young Carol that no guy would get serious about a girl that didn't give up her ass and another boy that was horrifed she even could think about things like that. It did clear up her motives. I felt better and worse at the same time. I wasn't some beast that took advantage of a young girl's insecurities. And I wasn't a beast that took advantage of a young girl's innocence either. It was a mixed bag. The thing that wasn't mixed was my affection for Carol. She was more than young tail stupid enough to fuck me. She was young tail that I liked and was stupid enough to like me back. I was feeling a future- at least a good run- here. I wasn't done yet. Carol had given me the tour and got me off real well. I didn't remember her cumming once. I didn't want this to be all about me. Okay, it wasn't bad to have it all about me, but I felt I needed to give her some incentive to keep it all about me. "You're going to have to learn to do what I like then," I told her to play on her insecurities. "If you want to be the kind of girl I can get serious about." I didn't give her time to get mad or worried. I pulled her to me and kissed her. My hand slipped between her legs and grabbed a handful of pussy. Making me happy was a good thing and I wanted to reinforce her impulse with good feelings. It was only right that I get her off and it couldn't hurt her memory of this first night. I took my hand away when she was panting and squirming her hips against my fingers. I had been to her breasts and back again during that time. This time I was a non-stop to the basement. She came almost the instant my tongue touched her fluttering flesh. I let her have two fingers as she was still twitching in the aftermath and sucked on her clit. If it was torture for her, she was going to endure it until I had wrung some confession from her. I wanted her out of her mind. At the least I wanted to be a story, a good story, she told other lovers. I wanted her to remember me. She had other plans. "Please," she gasped out, "Turn around. Give me something to do." I teased her as much as I could. It came easily because it was awkward to rotate around without taking my face from her pussy. I wasn't stopping that. By the time I had managed to turn and climb over her face, I was glad I was on top. She wanted to suck my dick. She really did, but I had her incapacitated. I was in perfect position to work fingers and tongue and I had a hand free to press the tip of my finger into her ass. She was shaking under me. It was all she could do to guide my cock into her mouth. She wasn't focused. I was doing my best to make it hard for her to think. She settled for grabbing my ass with both hands and urging me to fuck her mouth. That was a grand solution. She could buck and tremble while my tongue and fingers brought her off and it made her mouth alive as I jammed my cock into it. She came at least twice more before she pushed me off. "Fuck me. I want you to just fuck me," she said. She sounded forlorn. She sounded like I had tortured her beyond her limit and she was surrendering herself to me. I took that as mission accomplished. This time it was a strange combination of urgent surges and grappling stillness as we fucked. We were truely two urges melted into one mass of squirming flesh. It didn't matter where I ended and she began. We were working for a common cause and could count each other as ours for that purpose. It was like being in love. Robin called me up since I hadn't called her. She mocked me for being a little girl in a grown-up situation. That ticked me off so much I didn't even bother to throw Carol in her face. I went with the: oh yeah? I'll show you little girl. I figured that was the approach she was expecting. She would't have tried to piss me off if she wasn't inviting a grudge fuck. In execution it was exactly opposite of the ways we had been together before. At the heart, it was still Robin getting me to give her what she wanted. She was still more woman than I could handle and the one setting the game, at least in her mind. She remained confrontational, even to standing with her fists on her hips, naked to the waist, taunting me. Her manner said I was supposed to be intimidated by her big jugs, but I know she meant to infuriate me into attacking her. That was good by me. I dragged her into the bedroom and threw her on the bed ready to give her what she wanted. I grabbed her breasts and pawed at her slacks right on cue. I was following her script. She didn't know I was doing it consciously. I was happy she had the urge. She was all about pleasing me and that was good, but I had the urge too. I was relishing the chance to take control, even if it was her idea. I did make a couple of changes in the script. I'm pretty sure I was supposed to paw her slacks off and then assert myself by inserting myself in her. I deferred to a more controlling assertion. I only pushed her slacks halfway to her knees and then I inserted my fingers in her pussy. I wasn't going to take it by force. I was going to force her to howl for it. She was going to give it to me because I made her. I liked the idea of using her lust against her. It was the direct opposite of what she was trying to do. She was unable to resist. I was right about that much. The assault on her tits and her pussy had irresistable results. Her wetness coated my fingers. Her breath was coming shallow and fast. She was warming up as quickly as catching fire. I liked it. Kissing was an erotic encounter but it was out of place here. This was a sexual attack on erotic pressure points. I was force-masturbating Robin. It was a rush of power to feel her respond to my fingers digging into her furrow and moan as I sucked the nubs of her nipples. Tits and cunt. That was all Robin needed to be driven wild. I could control her with those two points. I was ready for her to beg for me to fuck her. Now I felt like giving her the grudge fuck she was hoping for. "How much you want it? How much you want it now?" I asked her. "I should have known you wouldn't be man enough to fuck me," she gasped back. What was I doing wrong? She couldn't keep still. Juice was dripping off my fingers as I fucked her with them. Her shoulders jerked and pushed her tits into my mouth every time I bit a nipple. She was hot and ready to pop. Then sense overcame me. What did she have to beg for? I was making her cum as it was. What was she in a hurry to stop? Making her squirm wasn't a power move on my part. She could take it all night. "Then how about if I stop?" I asked and took my fingers out of her. There was a noticeable lurch as she tried to follow my fingers. "Well, if your fingers are tired, little boy," she sneered. It was a desperate volley with her last ammunition. Her hips were still wiggling, on their own, in a search for my fingers. I bent to flick my tongue over a nipple. She was ready to crack. "If you have to get off, you can put it in me now," she said. "Not like this," we locked eyes, "Make me want it. Get on your knees." It was easier to let her retain the illusion. She was saving me the trouble of rolling her over. I didn't let her kick off her slacks. They were going to stay around her knees to keep her confined. I got up behind her. Now I could tempt her with my cock until she broke. I slid it under her pussy and stroked lightly. I pulled back and bumped her. "Can't find it?" she asked. The firmness she attempted didn't come off. She sounded like a lost waif. "I don't think you want it," I told her. "You don't sound like you want it." She had already cracked. She was going forward on sheer won't power. That was losing its force. She was going to cave. "Okay, I want it, put it in me," she sounded strained. I rubbed the head of my cock around and around on the lips of her pussy. I made my point. "Okay, please, fuck me, put it in me and fuck me. I'm begging, is that what you want?" she caved. "Oh god yes," I threw her that bone as I sank mine into her. It wasn't about punishing her. It was about establishing an equality. I did want to fuck her. Fucking her was great. I just wanted some respect when I stuck my cock in her. I'm not confusing relief with respect. I'm sure Robin hated me even as my cock made her pant again. My respect came from within. I was proud of myself as Robin moaned and whined and came on my cock. I had seized control for the moment. I didn't grudge fuck her. If I got rough at the end, it was because I had taken so much time with steady, measured thrusts building up to my climax. I was enjoying the chance to fuck her how I wanted. I had made her beg for her first orgasm and I meant to fuck another one out of her. I loved the part about her knees being trapped in her slacks. I had my knees on the edges of her slacks and she could only wiggle her ass in response to my thrusts. She tried to tempt me with how much better she'd be if she was free, but I just jammed my cock in her and made her take it my way. We both needed me to be rough at the end. I don't think Robin responded well to being fucked rather than fucking. She seemed to hang on the edge a long time as I fucked her faster and faster. She needed the big push to tumble over the top. And I had controlled myself for so long, waiting. She screamed like she liked it as I pounded her ass. She was cumming, so I guess she did like it. I needed it, so I wasn't thinking. I just slapped loudly on her rear until I felt my balls explode and shoot my long-delayed load into her captive cunt. So I had tamed the wild witch and also won the princess. It was a good week's work, but it left me with a happy problem. At least the problem of having two women was a happy one. The solution was liable to be less happy. I liked Carol. I liked Carol with her clothes on. It wasn't a question of which one I wanted to keep. It was a question of how long it would be before Carol wanted to be exclusive. We'd had two dates. We'd had one, albeit great, night together. I wasn't even sure if she felt the same way about me. I'd have plenty of time to think of a way to let Robin down easy. I didn't think it would be a big deal, but I didn't want to be an asshole about it either. I felt triumphant, vindicated, even sensitive as I thought about my situation. Sure, I'd have to drop Robin at some point, but for the present I had the old and new available. I could let the experienced Robin play her older woman games or I could chooose the innocent enthusiasm of the woman-child. It was the choice of being the hunter or the prey. I could abandon myself to Robin's intentions and be used in most satisfying ways by her or take advantage of Carol's willingness to be used and be the user and architect of my own pleasure. I had made few assumptions, but every one came back to bite me on the ass. "I thought you would just stop," Carol said with a hint of a pout. "I mean, after what we did together..." I hadn't brought the subject up. I didn't exactly evade the subject, but I had avoided any talk of people other than us. I didn't lie. I told her the truth- she was the only one I wanted. I didn't mention Robin, but I didn't deny I was intimate with another woman right up to meeting Carol. Carol didn't ask if I'd been with this other woman since we'd made love. "I have no problem with that," I said with nearly complete honesty. "I feel something special between us. I want to see where it goes." There was that tiny problem of telling Robin, but the rest was true. It was early to declare undying love, but so far we were on that path. I fully intended to be faithful to Carol. "I know I sound like a little girl and not grown up and sophisticated, but it would hurt me to think you were sharing yourself with another woman," Carol said. "I hope you understand." "Of course I understand," I said. "The only time I'll look at another woman is when I'm with you and then it's your job to keep me from straying." She giggled. I guess I had an impish look on my face. She snuggled up next to me and pressed her body against mine. "I'll do what I can to keep you interested," she said. Her hand dropped on my crotch. Her eyes got round and she made a cute little 'oooo' sound. I was interested. How could I resist her combination of youth and playful adventure? So I wasn't going to have Robin any more. She was interesting in an experimental sort of way, but she wasn't more exciting than Carol. I didn't need her brand of sultry seduction. I wanted Carol and I could give up Robin for her. It was an easier decision to make as Carol cuddled up to me and kissed me. I put my hand on her breast and her tongue fluttered in my mouth. It would be easy to love this girl. I could feel that in my heart as well as my cock. "I see what you want from me," she said after I had pushed her back on the couch and was laying half on top of her. "But I'm making us dinner and you'll have to pretend you're interested in me when we're not having sex." She was smiling. She had started it. I knew what she wanted from me too. But there were things that might burn on the stove. I laughed right back and let her up. I was interested in her during dinner. I enjoyed being with her when we weren't fucking. It was just that neither of us had had enough of the other yet. Our first time had whetted my appetite and Carol felt the same excitement. Her foot was rubbing over my foot and up my pants legs while we ate. We didn't bother to clear the table when we were finished. Carol got up to get dessert. She came over and kissed me on the forehead. "I think we should have dessert in the other room," she said. We were dessert and the other room was her bedroom. It was like dinner was a hole in time. We were back to kissing and cuddling like we never left the couch. Only this time Carol was as eager as I was to get to the naked, grinding part. I was only thinking what a lucky bastard I was as we were taking each other's clothes off. I had the best of both worlds in Carol. She had all the advantages of youth and was ready for anything in bed. We didn't explore all the possibilities for dessert. I didn't even let her slide down to suck my cock. We were hot enough from the anticipation through dinner. My cock followed my hand into the valley between her thighs and we went straight to straight fucking. It was as good as the first time even without all the trimmings and demonstrations. Her pussy was still as tight as before and she was taking my cock with the same happy enthusiasm as the first time. I felt safe thinking she was as happy having me fuck her as I was with fucking her. If it was only half as good for her as it was for me, she should be impressed. Afterwards, I tried to stop her from getting up to clean up. Instead, she told me to come and help. We were in the first hot flush of romance and I was a sucker for her line. You don't really get to know someone by fucking. I mean, you can run your tongue over every inch of skin and cram your head between their legs, but it isn't the same as watching them walk around naked. There's a different perspective. It was exciting to see Carol from all angles as we cleaned off the table and put the dishes in the sink. It was a newness and the feel of something beginning. If we were going to do housework together, I hoped it became a tradition to do it naked. It takes a while to fill a sink. It was long enough to get really involved in a kiss. I didn't want to stop when she did and turned off the faucet. I ended up behind her with my cock caught in the cleft of her ass. I reached up to cup her breasts. "You can help, you know," she said lightly. "But, honey, I seem to have my hands full," I said. Wit did not get me out of washing dishes. She had a system. I washed with my arms around her and handed the dishes up to her. She rinsed them and put them in the rack. Besides efficiency, it made her turn and reach and that massaged my cock between her cheeks. She was adding a little extra wiggle by the time we were finishing. My cock was hard again and she was coyly sending the message that there would be a reward for helping. "Can you dry and put away with my cock in you?" I asked when I had handed her the last of the silverware. "They'll dry by themselves," she said as she clanged the utensils into the rack. "We can do other things with your cock in me." From the way she kissed me I thought we were going to do them in the kitchen. Her blood was obviously on the same low boil as mine. I looked for some place to prop her butt. She wasn't in that much of a hurry. She led me to the couch and sat me down. Then she climbed over me and reached under herself to position my cock. She eased my cock in and then locked eyes with me as she sank down the rest of the way. If she was reading me correctly, she saw pure satisfaction in my eyes as my cock sank into her tight heat. It was a romance novel and a fuck story in one. She was sweet and interesting and interesed in me as well. She wasn't shrill or self-interested and her fixation wasn't on her hair or her looks. Her obsession was fucking. I liked that about her. I told myself I hadn't know her long enough to be sure, but I ignored my council. After all, I was a big boy. I could dare to have her turn on me- as long as I was getting fucked in the meantime. Possibly her position was not the best for fucking me hard, but she wasn't trying. It was almost relaxing the way her hips moved on me, like waves lapping on a beach. We were still looking into each other's eyes. We didn't talk. Instead she reached out to touch my face. She traced my jawline and then my lips. Both hands came up to stroke down my chest. I was ahead of her. My hands were already on her chest. She aped the way my thumbs circled her nipples on mine. Our eyes smiled. Then she kissed me. We held each other as her hips became more urgent on my prick. It wasn't faster or deeper. There was just more purpose in every backthrust and slow recoil as our tongues danced. "Oh god, fuck me!" she moaned with her head bent back and her cheek pressed to mine. "I want you inside me. I want you to make me cum!" She wasn't begging for more. It was a declaration. The emphasis fell on 'you' and she wasn't shaking her hips with passion as she said it. She was telling me I was the one she wanted. But it was clear what she wanted and I was eager to provide it. There was no protest or even surprise as I clasped her tight and slid forward on the couch. I laid her on the floor as gently as I could while I was falling on top of her and did my best to fulfill her request. It was glorious. She came almost immediately as I fucked her on the floor. I kept thrusting and she joined in after a brief break to let her eyes focus again. We were just fucking now. The auditions and the nerves were past. This was what it would really be like and it was good. "You don't want to say it, do you?" Carol asked as we lay on the floor. I felt clouds of foreboding gather, but Carol was smiling. Laying between a naked woman's legs narrows the things she wants to hear. I had an idea what she meant. "But you feel it. I do too," she said. "But it is too early, isn't it?" "To say: I love you?" I jumped right in. I wasn't really comfortable, but I didn't want to screw up. Part of me hoped I had guessed wrong. Part of me wanted to get it out in the open and discuss it and part of me wanted to say I loved her just to shut her up. She looked up at me dreamily. I wasn't getting out of this. It was either the easy way to more pussy or honesty. "I do," I said. "Right now I'm in heaven with all sorts of dreams of the future. But you're right about too early. We've been on three dates and had sex, what?, three times? It's wonderful now, but what about when the newness wears off?" She looked at me intently. I couldn't guess how she was taking what I was saying. "Take me," I decided on a safe topic. "I re-cycle underwear. What other dirty secrets will you find out and which one will gross you out so bad you lose interst?" "You're sweet," she said. "What you mean is what crazy secrets do I have." I tried to protest and she put a finger over my lips. "I understand," she said. "But I didn't know any other way to ask if you were feeling the way I was feeling. I'm not trying to rush you. I just wanted to tell you I feel the same way." I felt like I had dodged a bullet. Feeling all mushy about Carol was fine when it was private. I felt funny going on record. It was definitely a good thing. Carol was very responsive the rest of the night. She didn't seem to be having second thoughts as we fucked again. She felt comfortable enough to tell me to frig her when she insisted I fuck her ass. That answered one question. She didn't offer her ass because she thought it would impress me. She liked it. I liked it too. Time would tell if she was partially, mostly or exclusively anal erotic and if I'd get tired of fucking her asshole. There were a lot of questions for time to sort out. So far, all the answers had been good ones. I was open to finding out these answers in their own time. It turned out telling Robin about Carol wasn't a problem. I didn't have to do a thing. The problem was dealing with Robin when she found out. Carol was a little bothered by it too. Carol and I had been seeing each other every day for a couple of weeks. She was jokingly asking me to split the rent. Her joke covered a serious discussion I felt brewing about moving in together. Nothing so far had made me feel less love for her. We'd even argued without coming to hate each other. We were still fucking like rabbits, which was the only yellow light in my mind. We still might be blinded by the light of passion. On the other hand, we might stay blinded by that light for years- one can hope. All in all, I was seriously working out the details. Her place was just as nice as mine and cheaper. It was a couple of miles farther to work, but that didn't matter. And I was sure she'd be more comfortable in her place than moving. I had it figured out for when it came up. I had moved some clothes into her place already, but we didn't need them much. Most of the time we were sitting around naked. Most of the time we were kissing and touching each other like newlyweds. By now I was familiar with her body, but I still felt the fire of looking at her. If anything, knowing her so well, in bed and out, only made seeing her body mean more. We were well on our way to doing more than teasing when we heard the door. Only it wasn't a knock or the bell. Someone had opened the door and was walking in. "Oh shit, my mom!" Carol squeaked. I found it kind of amusing to see her eyes go wide. It was like a treasured memory from youth. Oh gosh, the parents are going to catch us, oh my! I was trying not to laugh as Carol scrambled to find something to cover herself. She pulled the afgan off the couch and wrapped herself in it. That was the parting glimpse as I went in the next room. "Hi mom. I was... Well, I was with my boyfriend," Carol bravely admitted. "You surprised us." "You have a boyfriend? Then I guess I better knock next time," Mom said with a hint of amusement. The conversation was fine and dandy except that I recognized the voice. It sounded like Robin. "So where is this guy? I want to meet him," Robin said. "Ummm... I better check. He might not be dressed," Carol said. I could hear Robin laugh. This was not the way I wanted to tell her. This was not something I wanted to tell her. I was having enough trouble digesting it for myself. Too long. I should have been busy finding something to cover myself. I shouldn't have been mesmerized by the oncoming train. "I've seen one before. Maybe I should look," Robin's voice was a step from the door. Carol gave me a grim, helpless look. She was ready to be embarrassed for me when her mom barged in after her. There was something definitive about their relationship there, but I was in too much of a panic to notice at the time. Maybe the ensuing explosion was merciful. "What the fuck is this?!" Robin bellowed when she saw me. Even Carol saw that it wasn't about mother finding a naked man in her daughter's apartment. "I was going to tell you, but I didn't know," I babbled. I thought she was going to fly at me and scratch my eyes out. Instead, she turned to Carol. "You know what this is, darling?" she asked Carol, eyes still blazing. "A slimeball trying to get at me through you." "I didn't know!" I howled as they ignored me. "You? Why is it always about you?" Carol yelled back. I was very willing to shrink down to the size of an ant and leave them to this discussion. Unfortunately I didn't have the power and it would be cowardly of me to leave Carol to fight my battles. But I wanted to. The good thing was I didn't feel self-conscious about being naked any more. That was the least of my worries. I could hear the coming storm playing out in my head. Oddly, I found myself thinking that this would sort out how Carol really felt about me once and for all. "Just because I dated someone else? Grow up!" Robin had turned her wrath back to me. "If you don't have the balls to say it to me, don't take it out on my child!" "I'm not a child!" Carol screamed back. I understood the eye of a hurricane. I was agitated, scared, worried, don't get me wrong, but I was the center of the turmoil and still the calmest person in the room. I didn't think my trip was going to be to Oz, however. That was a tornado anyway. "He's a sniveling little coward that doesn't have the balls to be with a real woman!" Robin was yelling at me to Carol now. "Maybe he thinks children are easier to manage!" "I am not a child!" Carol re-asserted. "Oh, honey, how long has it been?" Robin was in her girl-to-girl mode. "Almost exactly a month? Now how could I know that?" Carol was listening suspiciously. "Because that's when he found me with another man and wanted revenge!" Robin got ballistic again. Carol didn't speak. Her determined look didn't hide a hint of a pout in her lower lip as she let the afgan slide to the floor. Then she turned and looked at me. My god, I loved her. She was letting what she saw in my eyes and felt looking at me make her decision for her. She needed to trust me so much that she did. It's the attitude that warms the heart of the unjustly accused. "I guess he's going to get it," she said with an alien calm as she stepped toward me. Yes, yes, there was something to think about in the drama that was unfolding, but I had to keep my mind on my part. Events were suggesting that I had a pivotal role. I watched Carol as she approached, but she had her eyes on her mother. "Now if you don't want to watch my boyfriend fuck me, you better go out for a while," Carol said with emphasis on the 'fuck me'. Robin wasn't budging. Ahh, the pain of letting go. It must be hard when your little girl isn't a little girl anymore. Only I felt a hard edge to this confrontation, as if it was the latest chapter in a struggle that had sharpened all the sentiment away from the contest. "Come on, baby, let's go back to what we were doing," Carol said as she finally turned to look at me. There was a lot of have to in her eyes. She had to do this. I had to agree. It was more a resolve than a question. "I didn't know!" I said one last time as Carol pulled me past Robin. It wasn't that weird. I don't know if that's because I had fucked both of them or what, but it, excuse the phrase, came naturally. I was in this moment. This was the part I was concentrating on. This was my big scene. It did feel like a performance, but the stage direction was very arousing. We were going to fuck on the couch and we were going to start as soon as we could. That was evident from the way she propped me against the back of the couch. The position gave me free access to her body with my hand and gave her free access to my cock. She wanted my cock hard. She wanted to have me put it in her while her mother watched. Unless, of course, her mother surrendered and ran away. It was easy to follow the script. Have I said I loved Carol? It was easy to touch her and kiss her. It was exhilarating to have her touch me and kiss me back. It was easy enough to do it with Robin scowling at us. In fact, I'm sure it greatly raised the stakes for Carol. I found it naughty in a kinky kind of way. Robin wasn't one to surrender. Not with men, not with women and certainly she wasn't going to take orders from her daughter. Maybe she found it kinky in a naughty way. In any case, she wasn't leaving. "You want to see him fuck me in the ass?" Carol asked her mother when my cock was hard. "He can really do a job back there." That was an interesting suggestion. Shoving my cock up Carol's ass while Robin watched wasn't appealing, certainly no more than shoving it up her ass was any other time. But having her mother watch a cock going up her ass was obviously important to Carol. And what interested Carol was my part in this drama. "You do what you want to do, but I'm not leaving until we talk," Robin said. I recognized the attempt at toughness without her heart in it. She didn't want to watch her daughter get fucked in the ass. Another interesting facet, but I was trying to concentrate on Carol's ass. I was trying to see if spit was going to be enough to get my cock in her ass. It was going pretty well with a finger. I knew she didn't want anyone scampering off for lube. It turns out it was and it wasn't enough. It wasn't in the sense that I think I would have hurt Carol pretty bad if I continued. It was in the sense that I got my cock started on what seemed to be a pretty painful entry into her ass. That was enough to make Robin turn away and Carol jumped up and pulled me out of the room and into the bedroom. We locked the door. Robin was outside, yelling. We were on the bed looking at each other. There was no scramble for the vaseline. "A month ago?" Carol asked. I needed no more prompting. There was a lot of explaining to do. There was a bunch of stuff I had just found out. "Everything you mother said is generally and factually true, except I didn't know you were her daughter and she doesn't know how I feel about you," I said. "You know how I feel about you." I could see her resetting her defaults. It was quite a thing to think about. "You've had sex with my mother?" she asked. "Yes, lots of times. We were dating until I met you," I admitted. "And you caught her with another man?" she asked. "Actually, caught her is harsh. I dropped by and she was with another guy, so I kind found out, although it was none of my business," I stammered through the whole thing. "Then you met me?" she asked. "Yes, then I met you. I was looking for a change," I said. "And forgot about her totally?" she asked. I didn't think it was the answer to the exact question she asked, but I knew I better get it out there before Robin told her. It was, officially, before I knew Carol wanted to be exclusive. She listened with her head cocked and a poker face. "But then, never again. I saw her again for the first time today," I finished the confession. "Would you if I let you?" she asked. I could smell the steel of the jagged jaws on the trap she had set. Well sure, I'm an idiot. This can only mean she gets turned on by guys fucking her mother and she wants me to do them both. On the other hand, honesty had been working so far. "I'm thinking it would have to be more 'get hot watching' than let me," I said, "And I bet the issues between me and your mother haven't cooled any because of today." "You're saying you'd fuck my mom if I was turned on by it?" Carol scrunched up her face. "And only if you were. I'd do it for you. And your mom is a good fuck, so it wouldn't be unpleasant. I'm not saying that," I thought blather would give Carol time to don another expression. "I love you," she said suddenly, "You're a nut, but you're my nut. I don't know what to think about this either." "So, do we go talk to her now?" I asked. Robin had stopped screaming and beating on the door, but I could feel her presence. I figured she was pressing her ear to the door. "Let's fuck first," Carol said. "Let her listen to us anyway." That was even more to my liking. I had been turned on and flipped off too many times today. I was due a ball emptying and it didn't make any difference who was outside the door- to me. "You still want to do it in my ass?" Carol asked. "If you want it, just tell me," I said. We'd had this discussion. She liked it. She liked everything. She didn't know if she wanted it in the ass more than the cunt. She didn't like answering questions. She didn't want to rank things. I told her to just ask. I'd ask. She'd ask. That way we'd get what we wanted. And we could relax about doing what the other one wanted. Because they'd ask. "Yeah, we better," she said. I could see her mind turning back to mom. She had promised mom she was going to take it in the ass. She was going to tell mom she took it in the ass. She might as well take it in the ass to solidify her position. It was tight and hot and Carol had to announce our progress loudly. It would have been more stimulating if I didn't know she was yelling how good it felt for her mother's benefit. At least it gave me an idea for a night when mom wasn't at the door. I'm not saying it wasn't good. I'm saying the ambiance was tainted. And even if it had stunk, the look on Carol's face as we got dressed would have been worth it. She was ass-fucked and proud and eager to tell her mother all about it. Now was time to ponder this dynamic between mother and daughter. Robin had been the steamroller and Carol got out of the way until they hit a flashpoint. The flashpoint was sex. Who did it and with who, where and on what day. There was still an interesting puzzle there, but a couple of things were obvious. Robin and Carol were both very invested in controlling Carol and Robin didn't like watching a cock go in an ass. "What did he tell you? I heard you whispering in there. What lies did he tell you?" Robin burst out as the door opened. "He said you weren't bad in the sack, but I saw right through that," Carol retorted. "I think he was trying to calm me- in case I was a screaming looney like my mother!" "You said I was good in bed?" Robin asked me. I didn't want to answer. I wanted to be that ant again. Carol took up my slack. "Okay, Mom, you can have him, but only if I watch," Carol offered. "You see he's mine. I'll let you borrow him if I'm there." Robin looked like Carol had offered her stale bread. "I don't want him and you shouldn't either," Robin countered. "He's no good. And he can be a real asshole in bed." Carol wasn't interested. She'd had enough of the shrill discussion. Robin was not swaying her. "That's okay, mommy," Carol taunted through half-closed eyes, "I'm a real asshole for my men sometimes. It makes us perfect!" It made me seem smart to pick that out. For some reason these anal references had power over Robin. She acceded the end of the conversation and stalked out. "So... What did you do to be a real asshole?" Carol asked slyly. I didn't tell her. I showed her. It was nowhere near as much fun with a woman that wanted to beg. But I did make her beg for me to fuck her in the ass. I didn't know if she liked it better in the cunt or in the ass either, but I figured she'd appreciate it in her ass more since she was pretending to be her mother. With clitoral stimulation, it didn't seem to make much difference in how much she came. And it did fulfill the fantasy of hearing her extoll the pleasure of my cock in her ass without her mother nearby. I guess I mean the begging part wasn't as good, but the overall was better. I was with a woman that wanted to play every game either of us could imagine. She wanted to find new things with me. She loved me. She wanted to experience me in every way possible because her love was that large. Even her mother couldn't come between us. I had survived a pretty dicey fix because Carol was great. It was still something. How many times do you jump out of mom's bed and into daughter's? It was perfect except for the mother-in-law. There was that offer hanging over my head. If you're expecting the continuation to include Robin begging to fuck me because I'm the best she's had, don't hold your breath. Carol used the line to show how seriously she was prepared to counter Robin's every ploy. And Robin gets some studs. But I'm not psychic. I only see so far. Maybe somebody will change their mind. Who knows what happens over time? ###