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Driving Men To Distraction (MF, voy, cheat)
by Anonymous Author
First published by "The Editor"
Chapter 1
Chance Weston left Joe Landan's bachelor party early,
straight up midnight. He also left sober.
If the still untouched cases of beer that were in the
refrigerator were any indication, the bash would continue to four
or five that morning. But spending Friday night with ten young
men, watching them get falling down drunk, listening to their
tasteless jokes, was not Chance's idea of how to begin a weekend.
Besides there was another pre-wedding event that held his
complete attention - a celebration of the bride-to-be's own
making.
The celebration began the moment he walked into his
apartment. Marianne was there waiting for him, and in his arms
before he could shut the door behind him.
The abundantly endowed brunette pressed firmly against him.
She swayed a bit, seductively. Her breasts rolled tauntingly over
his chest. Her pelvis undulated against his thigh in a very
provocative manner, while her mouth covered his.
"Mmmmmmm," she sighed, her lips still touching his. "I've
been thinking about this all day. I didn't think you'd ever get
home!"
"I couldn't just walk into Joe's party and walk out could I?"
Chance smiled down into the girl's soft brown eyes. "I didn't
want my departure to be too obvious."
"Should have walked over to my future husband and told him
you were going to your apartment to ball his woman," Marianne
said.
"Shameless!" Chance chided with a grin.
"A brazen hussy," Marianne replied in agreement. "Serves the
bastard right. If he'd rather spend the night before our wedding
getting plastered with the boys, then the future Mrs. Landan can
find ways to occupy herself."
She kissed him again. Her tongue darted deeply into his
mouth probing and teasing. If possible, she seemed to press even
harder against him, making it more than apparent how she wanted to
be occupied the eve of her wedding.
Kicking the door shut, his arms tightened around the
delightful bundle of willing womanflesh. He returned her
passionate kiss, his own tongue drilling into the warm haven of
her mouth.
Her feel against him, the sensual promise of her eager body,
her taste, it was all like a nostalgic return to the past - two
years past to be exact. He and Marianne first met then. They
dated a bit and struck it off, enough that she moved in with him
for six months that last year in college.
It hadn't worked. They just didn't have that much in common,
except sexual appetites that were seemingly insatiable. They both
were intelligent and realized that no matter how much they liked
to ball it just wasn't enough to build a permanent relationship
on. So after graduation, they both packed their bags and went
their separate ways, still friends.
He hadn't heard from Marianne until six months ago when she
and Joe first started seeing each other. She was still friendly,
but there had been no hint that she was interested in anything
more than a casual, friend-of-the-family relationship, until
Chance received her phone call at work that morning. By the time
she finished her intimate reminiscence of their past, there was no
way he could refuse her suggestion that they get together one more
time "for old time's sake."
"Whew!" The brunette's head tilted back a bit and she sucked
in a deep breath. "I'd almost forgotten just how good you were at
that."
Before she could speak another word, he kissed her again. At
the same time, he maneuvered her toward the bedroom. Inside, his
fumbling fingers found the light switch and flipped it on,
remembering that this saucy brunette had no hangups about making
it in the dark. In fact, she liked the light, enjoyed seeing the
reactions and facial expressions of her sexual partner.
As the lights flashed on, they parted again. Her eyes now
sparkled, alive with a certain gleam of a woman who's about to
share her body with a man. She kissed him lightly, then slipped
his arms from around her and stepped back.
Her fingers immediately began to work on the flrst button of
her brightly colored floral blouse. His groin tightened and
retightened while he watched the opening of her blouse dip deeper
and deeper, finally exposing the familar expanse of sleek flesh
between her breasts, then two big globes of tit that jiggled and
danced erotically as she eased herself out of her clothing.
Already the two buttons of flesh topping each of her heavy breasts
were stiff and erect with arousal. The haloes surrounding those
dark-brown buds were stretched tight and sleek.
Marianne hadn't changed, he thought to himself while
stripping away his own clothes. She still was beautiful and her
tits were the finest pair a man could hope to encounter in a
lifetime.
By the time he tossed his slacks across a nearby chair, the
willing brunette was standing naked before him. She posed a bit,
her supple legs spread a little so that his eyes travelled to the
lusciousness of her thighs and the bush of her pubis, a shade
darker than the hair cascading around her shoulders.
"Beautiful," he said, meaning it. She was beautiful - and
very desirable. "Beautiful."
She came bounding back into his arms. His senses were
flooded with the marvelous feel of skin on skin, flesh against
flesh. She kissed him long and hard. The stiff tips of her
breasts dug into his chest, as though trying to drill small holes
into his flesh. Her pelvis ground into his crotch, rubbing
against the now rigid length of his cock. She rose on her tiptoes
as if she intended to climb up on him and mount the stiffness of
his sex while they stood there.
"Yes," she said with an emphatic thrust of her hips. "I've
been thinking about that all day."
"Then what are we standing here for?" He grinned, reaching
down and squeezing the womanly cheeks of her ass. "Why don't you
get this lovely bottom of yours on my bed?"
"I thought you'd never ask," she replied, moving from his
arms with lustful alacrity and lying on her back atop the bed.
Again her creamy white thighs spread to him, this time
without the coy teasing of her earlier pose, but with the yearning
of her own mounting need. Beneath the silky soft moss, covering
her feminine knoll in a neat triangle, he could see the pink slit
of her sex. Droplets of moisture sparkled on those plump lips,
announcing the brunette's arousal.
His testicles drawing tightly into the security of their sac,
he moved toward the voluptuous picture presented by the supine
woman lying on the bed. His eyes travelled over her nakedness,
taking in every inch of her bare body. Like satin-covered
pillows, her big tits shimmered on her chest, no longer heavy
globes, but fleshy domes of desire. Her stomach was smooth and
flat. Her navel was perfectly round, deep, and sensual.
Her own eyes were levelled at the thick stalk of manmeat
jutting from his groin. As he watched, her nostrils flared with
excitement and her chest heaved in labored breaths.
He slid onto the bed beside her, hovering above her a moment
before leaning down and kissing her. At the same time, he allowed
one of his hands to playfully fondle and caress the bountiful
bulges of her breasts. She sighed-moaned and arched her back,
pressing her tits into his exploring palm.
He circled the sloping contours of her tits, climbing up
their roundness to taut and tweak the rubbery nipples cresting
them. He squeezed and kneaded the pliant mounds of flesh, as
though they were balls of dough for his molding fingers. He
rolled them, he tugged at them, and then his head dropped to her
chest and he kissed and sucked them.
While tongue, teeth, and lips busied her now sexually aching
breasts, he slipped his hand down over the sleek plain of her
stomach and dipped between her spread thighs. For a moment he
titillated the woman beside him by weaving his fingers through the
silky strands of her pubic foliage and lightly rubbing the wanton
mound of her pussy.
She moaned louder now. Her hips undulated, as though
imitating the hunching movements of love-making. Her own hands,
creeping downward toward his crotch, found the swollen length of
his prick and teased it. Her fingers fondled and caressed,
tenderly at first, then with growing urgency.
"God! I had forgotten how you treat a woman. I had
forgotten how you like to tease and taunt," she moaned.
He tickled a finger up into the warm slash of her cunt. She
groaned, then groaned again when his thumb lightly mashed against
the pea-sized nubbin of her clitoris. Her body writhed and
twisted while he created all sorts of sizzling thrills within her.
He took his time, never rushing her arousal. She was right.
He liked to taunt and tease. Unlike too many men in this so-
called sexually liberated society, he realized that more than half
the pleasure in sex was giving pleasure. There was no greater
satisfaction than a satisfied woman. Apparently something Joe,
Marianne's husband-to-be, hadn't recognized yet, or else this sexy
brunette wouldn't be in his bed the night before her wedding.
The wanton and ready channel of her cunt was a veritable rain
forest of thick, womanly juices when he at last relinquished his
finger-fucking and withdrew his digit from her quim. She moaned
in protest, then sighed with relief when he slid atop her.
Her hands, still busily fondling his bone-hard rod, found no
difficulty guiding him to the waiting lips of her pussy. Letting
her anticipation flare, he poised there for a moment. Then he
slammed his hips down.
"Yesssss," the pleasure of that moment came hissing from her
trembling lips. Her pelvis bucked up to sheath every inch of his
rigid cock. "Damn! It feels so good!"
Good, hot, tight, wonderful, marvelous, and a thousand other
adjectives flashed through his mind. The girl beneath him felt
fantastic. The sleeving tightness of her warm pussy brought back
a rush of sensations he hadn't felt in nearly two years. He now
knew why they had been able to live together six months before
splitting up. It wasn't easy to let a woman like this out of a
man's life.
But tomorrow that's exactly where this delightful brunette
would be - out of his life - and into Joe's.
But now, she was his. And he intended to make sure that this
evening was something they both remembered.
Easing his hands back up to her chest, he covered the bulges
of her tits with his palms. He squeezed and kneaded into that oh-
so-moldable titflesh. At the same time, his mouth moved to hers,
their tongues duelling in and out of each other's mouth.
He was in no hurry to bring his ride atop this voluptuous
beauty to an end. Slowly, he began to move, dragging his
entrenched rod from the humid deeps of her pussy. Upward he
inched, moaning, as the spongy folds of her love channel clamped
tightly around his stalk.
With only the engorged head of his cock pulsing within the
pouting lips of her pussy, he paused a second or two. She groaned
with desire and hunger, and he fed his wand of pleasure back into
the edacious groove of her sex. She moaned with deep
satisfaction.
He lost all concept of time. The woman beneath him was all
that mattered. He kissed her, never once letting those lips go
unattended. His hands roved, ever exploring the familar feel of
her smooth body. He taunted her breasts, cajoling the swollen
buttons of her nipples. He caressed her thighs and sides, her
neck, shoulders, and arms. All the time, his cock steadily slid
in and out of the velvet socket of her cunt.
Her own hands equalled the playfulness of his. They were
constantly in motion, forever teasing and caressing.
Occasionally, she would wedge a hand between their cores and
lovingly fondle the come-laden sac hanging from his scrotum. But,
apparently realizing he intended to prolong their coupling for as
long as possible, she did that only now and then, and never for
more than a few seconds. She was fully aware of what would happen
if he received too much of a good thing.
At one point, he shifted himself, and her, so that they were
lying side by side. Still joined cock to cunt, he continued his
slow fucking of her hunger-fired body. However, their new
position allowed his hands full access to her very caressable ass.
As with her tits, he fondled and squeezed. Eventually, he
slid a finger down into the dark crease of her hindquarters and
playfully taunted the puckered ring of her anus. The effects were
electric. She shuddered, bucking wildly against him. She fucked
herself on his skewering cock. And she came.
When she descended from the heights of carnal pleasure, they
rolled again. This time she lay atop him, straddling his crotch,
fully seated on his fat prick. With steady, gyrating strokes of
greedy pussy, she brought herself off a second time.
While she trembled and quivered in the excitement of climax,
he once again swung the sexy brunette to her back. He had
controlled himself in a most gentlemanly fashion. He had brought
her to the full release of her lustful needs twice. Now, his
balls were afire with desire. Lust flamed and consumed his loins.
Inward he slammed the long, hard length of his cock. Her
eyes flared open, confused and misted with the last sensation of
her recent climax. He jerked upward and thrusted back into the
juicy haven of her belly, grinding his pelvis into hers. Suddenly
her eyes flashed, burning brightly with lust.
"Fuck me, you magnificent stud," she said, urging him to pole
his swollen prick into her. "Fuck me so I'll never forget this
night!"
He pushed up, holding himself above her on outstretched arms.
They were joined only at the cores now. He saw her eyes drift to
their crotches, watching the in-and-out pistoning of his cock as
he ramrodded into the yielding mouth of her quim.
"That's it," she said, hunching her hips in rhythm with each
of his shafting thrusts. "Fuck me. Fuck me! FUCK ME!"
Harder and harder, he threw himself into the pink, wet folds
of her cunt. Ruthlessly, he drove every rigid inch of his sexual
spike into the ever-ready hole of her pussy. He fucked her, hard
and long.
With perfect timing, she matched the humping movements of his
pelvis. When he pulled from the fiery recesses of her belly, she
tightened the sheath of her cunt, squeezing at him. Then, as he
drove downward, she relaxed, allowing his meaty lance to skewer
ball-deep into the slotted mouth of her snatch.
She was doing everything to give him the pleasure he had
provided her. That was more than obvious. However, she abruptly
stiffened under him. Her mouth opened, lips writhing as she cried
out in pleasure. For the third time that night, she came, brought
to ecstasy by the constant shafting of his swollen cock.
The third time was too much for him. He could no longer
withhold the flood swirling in his testicles. Collapsing atop the
panting woman under him, he blasted load after volcanic load of
sperm into the contracting folds of her cunt.
It seemed like hours before the last spasmodic jerk of his
prick passed. And it seemed as though he had emptied at least a
gallon or two of his seed into this willing girl, enough that
there would still be traces of this night within her when her
husband entered her body tomorrow during their first night.
Unwilling to abandon the warmth of her, he simply rested
there atop the voluptuousness of her nakedness. She made no
protest. Instead, her arms encircled him, holding him tightly
while his spent cock slowly deflated and slithered from the sperm-
drenched interior of her belly.
"That was better than I remembered it," she whispered when he
rolled from her and rested on his back at her side. "I don't
think I'll ever forget this night."
He smiled and pulled her to him, kissing her.
"It's too bad we couldn't make it work out, Chance," she
said, her lips easing from his. "We make a hell of a pair in
bed."
"I've noticed," he replied with another kiss.
They separated again. But before either could speak, there
was a knock at the door. Chance felt the naked brunette at his
side suddenly freeze.
The knock came again. This time louder and more demanding.
Chapter 2
"My God! Joe!" Marianne scrambled from the bed. There was a
blurred flash of jostled buttocks and swinging tits as the woman
bent to grab up her scattered clothing, then rushed into the
bathroom, closing the door behind her. "Don't let him in!"
Chance smiled in half-amusement. The busty brunette's wild
rush was like some scene out of a comedy. He wasn't even sure Joe
knew where his apartment was.
However, Tanya did!
Chance did some scrambling of his own, scooping his slacks
from the floor and stepping into them. His fiancee was an
understanding woman and realized he considered himself a free man
until the wedding. However, he didn't know how she would react to
finding him with another woman. And he didn't want to find out.
Fumbling his zipper upward and somehow managing to buckle his
belt, Chance rushed into the living room of his apartment.
Another rapping knock sounded from the door, a bit impatiently he
thought.
Sucking in a deep breath to calm himself, he ran a hand
through his mop of sandy blond hair ineffectually trying to
straighten it. Then he reached out, grasped the knob, and opened
the door.
He did a classic double-take. A wide grin of relief spread
across his face.
There was a girl waiting on the other side of the door, but
not Tanya. A grin as wide as his spread across the girl's face
and the waist-length cascade of frosty blonde hair tossed as she
laughed.
"Hey, Big Brother, is this anyway to greet your sister?" The
girl's deep blue eyes sparkled impishly. "Are you going to stand
there gawking all night? Or are you going to invite me in?"
"Cari?" He still didn't believe his eyes. "Cari!"
He threw open his arms and accepted the rush of his younger
sister's enthusiastic embrace. They kissed and hugged, then
stepped back a foot or two to just look at each other.
"Surprised?" the petite blonde asked.
"Surprised? Knocked off my feet," he said, giving her
another warm hug. "What the hell are you doing here? Why didn't
you call? I could've picked you up at the airport."
"Came in on the bus," Cari said with a kiss to his cheek.
"I'm a student, remember? Got to cut corners where ever I can and
conserve the old bank account. Jets are too damn expensive for my
pocketbook."
"Let me get your suitcases, and you go in and make yourself
comfortable," Chance said, lifting the girl's two suitcases and
bringing them inside as Cari walked into the living room to sit on
the sofa. "You still haven't told me why you're here. I didn't
expect you for another week or so."
"Boredom," Cari replied with a sigh. "The hometown scene was
getting to me. So I decided to drop in on you a few days early
and try to find myself a nice apartment before school starts. I
should have called. It was rude not to, but this was a spur of
the moment thing. I didn't even bring all my things, left them to
be shipped here in a week. I hope you don't mind. I just
couldn't take it around town anymore."
"Of course I don't mind." Chance shook his head and sat
beside her. "Couldn't wait to get to a real university, could
you?"
"Not really," she said with a grin. "You have to admit
junior college is like graduate high school. I've lived in that
town nineteen years - since I was born - and now I'm ready to see
the real world!"
He laughed and gave her another hug. "It's not much better
here. We might have a university, but this is still a small
town."
"Anything is better than staying at home," Cari replied.
"Uncle Bill and Aunt Emma are nice people, but. . ."
"But they're still living back in the 50s and we're moving
toward the 80s," Chance said, remembering how it was when he felt
locked away at home. It hadn't been that many years ago.
"Right, Big Brother. You hit the nail on the head," his
sister said. "I love both of them dearly and appreciate what
they've done for us since . . . since mom and dad were killed.
But, now, I'm ready to start my own life."
Chance's comment was interrupted by a husky voice that came
from the bedroom door. "Don't you think you should introduce me
to your young friend?" Marianne said, smiling rather smugly at
Cari as she emphasized the word "young."
Cari noticed the young woman's less than subtle slight.
Chance saw his sister's forehead wrinkle a bit, then an eyebrow
arch.
"Marianne, I'd like you to meet my sister, Cari Weston," he
said, feeling Cari's gaze move to him for a moment then back to
Marianne. "Cari, Marianne is an old friend who. . ."
"Who has got to be going," Marianne interjected. She glanced
at Chance with a shrug of her shoulders. She apparently realized
their evening together was over. "I've got an important
appointment tomorrow."
Chance stood, to see her to the door, but Marianne waved him
back to his seat. "I can find the way. I'm sure you and your
sister have a lot to talk about."
The brunette turned and left, closing the door behind her.
For a moment, neither Cari nor he said a word, though his sister's
gaze moved to him. He could tell she knew her ill-timed arrival
had brought an abrupt end to their passionate love-making.
"Marianne . . . Marianne . . ." Cari mused aloud. "I've heard
that name before, hmmmmm. Wait! Now I remember! That was the
girl you told me about, the one you lived with for six months."
"The same," Chance nodded, a bit embarrassed and surprised at
his sister's sharp memory.
"I don't know about you, Big Brother," the young blonde said
with a shake of her head. "I don't think you'll ever get over
this hangup you have about women with big tits. Hell, that cow
must have had forty-fives!"
"Forties, and most of it in the cups," he said with a sly
smile that brought a grimace from his sister.
"Humph! I can just see you wallowing around in all that
titty - like a kid on Christmas morning!" There was mock disgust
in Cari's voice. She was chiding him. "I thought you'd learn by
now that anything beyond a handful is a waste."
"Sound jealous," Chance smiled, his gaze drifted to the poor-
boy pullover his sister wore. Her breasts, like big, ripe apples
pushed out from her chest. The clinging fabric defined those
delightful shapes, rounded and smooth, right up to the stiff
points that now poked out. Cari was braless.
"I'm always a bit jealous of the women you bed," she said,
her lips pouting a little. "All sisters are jealous of their
brother's girls. With me, it's even stronger. However, I
apologize for breaking up what you two had going . . . to you that
is. I don't care about that big-titted holstein."
Chance laughed, reaching out and giving his younger sister a
long hug. "Have I told you I'm glad to see you? And that I'm
glad you decided to come in early?"
"No, but you can tell me. I'd like to hear it," Cari said.
"I really do feel bad about barging in like I did."
"Don't worry. I am glad to see you."
"Good, because I missed you, which is the real reason I
decided to drop in on you a week early. A summer's a long time
for a girl to go without seeing her brother," Cari replied, her
arms still around him. "And, I am sorry about interrupting
Marianne's and your evening. However, I think I can make it up to
you."
"Mmmmmm?" He looked down as his sister's head turned to him.
"And just how do you propose to do that?"
"I thought this would be a good start."
One of her hands slid to the back of his neck, pulling his
head to her. Soft and warm, her lips pressed to his. Her mouth
opened and her tongue darted inward, flicking and teasing in a
most endearing fashion.
Welcome home, he thought as he returned the embrace. While
Marianne might have been a nostalgic carnal trip, the taste, the
feel of his sister went far beyond that. She was at the very root
of everything that spelled out sensuality and sex to him.
He knew this arousing bundle of teen-age woman-girl more
intimately than any woman who had ever entered his life. And he
was sure she knew him better than any man in hers. They went back
a long time . . . to a time when they were both virgins . . . a
time when they lost the awkwardness of virginity - together!
"Brother, you haven't lost that certain something - if
anything, you've improved it!" Cari sighed and snuggled against
his chest, the flrm globes of her tits making themselves very
apparent to him.
This time, it was he who kissed her. Leaning down a little,
his mouth covered the tender lusciousness of her lips. His
tongue, spurred by the closeness of her, darted into the humid
haven of her mouth. He flicked at the roof of her mouth and
swirled his oral digit around the caressing probe of her tongue.
His arms tightened around her diminutive body, crushing her
to his chest. There was no protest. She melted against him,
naturally, igniting all sorts of familar feelings and sensations
within him.
She shifted a bit, dragging a hand of tickling fingers down
the naked curve of his spine. Then, her hand crept around to his
crotch, tauntingly rubbing at the rising length of his manhood
hidden beneath the fabric of his slacks.
"Now that's more like it," she said with a devilish twinkle
in her blue eyes. "This is the type of welcome I was expecting!
After all, it's been three months, and when I saw that barrel-
breasted Marianne, I was afraid she had exhausted you for the
evening."
"Still the greedy little bitch," he said with a shake of his
head. "What if I told you I was drained, emptied, and what you're
fondling so covetously is nothing more than a piss-hard?"
"At the moment, I'd settle for that," she said. "But I'd
give five-to-one odds that's more than a case of 'morning pride'
my brother's sporting."
"If you're so damn sure of your femininity, why don't you
prove it?" His words were a challenge he knew the eager teen-ager
would never allow to slip by without reply.
"My pleasure, Big Brother." She wiggled from his arms and
slipped to the floor, kneeling at his feet. "Or your pleasure, as
the case may be."
Her hands were on his slacks, unfastening the belt buckle,
freeing buttons and snaps, and sliding the zipper down its jagged-
tooth path. His cock, hard and swollen, jerked stiffly into the
air, twitching and pulsing with virile arousal.
"Mmmmm, it seems happy enough to see me," she said with a coy
little smile. "I think I should give it a big, hello kiss."
Her eyes rolled from his rigid stalk of manmeat to his face.
While he watched, she used both hands to toss the flowing mass of
her long blonde hair to her back. A thoughtful gesture! As much
as he loved that silky cascade, it did get in the way
occasionally, especially when he wanted to see everything that was
going on. She knew this, and eliminated the problem beforehand.
"Don't you think we should get rid of these clothes?" He
motioned to her sweater-like top and jeans.
"In a little bit, we'll take care of that." Her gaze drifted
back to the jutting pole lancing from his groin. "But at the
moment, I think this will do just fine."
Her head tilted forward, as she used her hands to spread his
knees, opening the way for her. Closer and closer she inched. He
saw the pink, wet flash, then felt the warm wetness of her tongue
tip-tap at the thick crown of his cock. Shivery sensations of
lust and love coursed through his loins. He moaned an
uncontrollable sigh of delight.
"Just as I thought, it does want a kiss." She grinned, her
eyes aflame with a sparkling gleam.
"You damn well knew that. So, kiss!"
"Yes, sir, Big Brother. Your little sister is here to serve
- and service."
Again her head ducked to his crotch. This time her tongue
lapped out and washed over the sensitive surface of his glans.
She bathed him with the moisture of her mouth, licking away the
preseminal fluids welling from the slitted mouth of his prick.
And getting a taste of Marianne's pussy, he thought, knowing
his throbbing shaft was still coated with the brunette's pussy
juices. I wonder what she thinks, tasting another woman on her
brother's prick?
The small blonde seemed to have no objections. Her animated
tongue sprightly ran up and down the swollen length of his rod,
leaving it glistening with saliva, and jerking with anticipation.
Then she nibbled delicately up and down the bone-hard wand of his
sex, toying and teasing him.
As he watched, aroused by the sight of such a submissive
beauty kneeling before him, excited by the feel of his sister's
lips and tongue, she leaned back a little. Again her flashing,
blue eyes rolled to him. She smiled a bit, coyly.
Then her head darted forward. Her mouth opened in a wide
"O". Wider, wider. Downward she dropped. Her lips, a tight ring
of white, pouted over the thick head of his prick. Inward, he
slid over the moist, velvet carpet of her tongue. Deeper, his
throbbing shaft entered, drilling into the depths of her throat.
He groaned. In one, swift swoop, she had taken him - all of
him. Her edacious lips now ringed the hairy base of his prick.
His cock filled her mouth and throat. He groaned again. The
sensation of being buried within his sister's face set his
testicles to lurching around within the security of their wrinkled
sac.
Upward her head pulled, her cheeks sinking inward with the
vigor of her suction. She had teased him, licked him, nibbled at
him. And now she was getting down to the serious business of
sucking him off.
Down her head dropped and she swallowed the adamantine sword
of his sex. Up she sucked, her tongue swirling and caressing
around the ponderous circumference of his engorged prong.
She ate at him with unabandoned relish. He saw her throat
bob and twitch as she swallowed down the mixture of his preseminal
juices and her own saliva. Her lips smacked and little, wet, oral
sounds rose from below him.
Despite the recent emptying of his balls into Marianne's
hungry quim, he felt the mounting rush of lust building within his
scrotum. His cock ached and jerked with pleasure while his sister
lovingly lavished her oral caresses on his dick.
He wanted to sit there and enjoy the full measure of the
young blonde's worshipping mouth, to unleash the hot load he
carried. However, he didn't trust his own vigor. Marianne had
drained him. It was late - a long night after a hard day at the
office. If he lost his wad now, he just might not be able to get
it up again for a while. And his sister deserved better than that
this first night together in nearly three months.
"Enough," he forced himself to say, reaching down and
dragging her wonderful mouth off the lance of his loveshaft.
"Little sister, I've got a better place to put my aching cock."
"Or I have," the long-haired blonde said with a grin. She
pushed to her feet and immediately began to peel off her clothes.
"Right up this hot pussy of mine!"
He watched, his cock jumping and twitching with need as he
slipped out of his slacks. Cari's nymph-like body, small and
delicate, never failed to affect him in the same way. He knew it,
every creamy white inch of it. Yet the familarity of her lithe,
girlish form went beyond the simple recognition of an old and dear
lover. This was his sister - a fact that never decreased in its
alluring, erotic effect on him.
Her green, poor-boy top came off over her head and she tossed
it aside. Round, smooth mounds, topped by coral pink tips, her
breasts stood firm and proud on her chest. So young and
vulnerable looking, so ripe and taut, just waiting for his hands
and mouth.
Catching his admiring gaze, she smiled and shimmied her jeans
down over her hips, revealing the familar cleft of her teen-age
loins. Beneath the soft, sandy blonde fleece of her pubic fur was
the very visible slit of her pussy, an entrance to ecstasy he had
breached five years ago, introducing himself, and her, to the
pleasures of the flesh.
"I'm not as voluptuous as that cow Marianne, but will I do?"
She poised, turning a little to give him a glimpse of her perky
young ass. The word "tail" had been invented for his sister..
The demi-globes of her buttocks were solid cushions that taunted
him to reach out and squeeze.
"Stop begging for compliments," he said taking her into his
arms. "You're quite aware that you're beautiful and totally
irresistible."
"But I like you to tell me," she whispered, kissing him.
"Besides, when I see you with a set of tits like Marianne's, I get
an inferiority complex. All I've got is a handful."
"Two handfuls," he corrected, grasping each of the creamy
apples of flesh and squeezing them firmly. "And a couple of
mouthfuls left over."
He proved it by ducking his head to her chest and sucking
strongly at one of the ripe, stiff buds of her nipples. He did so
until he brought a deep, shivery moan from the depths of her
throat. Then he politely gave the opposing crest the same
attention.
Squeezing and kneading and sucking, he worked the provocative
mounds of his teen-age sister's tits. He kept at it, fully
enjoying himself, until he felt her knees tremble, threatening to
collapse under her.
Then with one last kiss to each of her pink-blushed nipples,
he relinquished his hold on her breasts. He lifted her supple,
naked body in his arms and carried the girl into the bedroom,
depositing her atop the bed.
"I'm aflood inside," the supine beauty sighed, lolling
around, her thighs opening in a lewd invitation. "I want to feel
my brother's cock up me. I want him to fuck me with that
beautiful pussy pleaser."
Sliding atop the sleek curves of her young body, he skewered
the swollen bludgeon of his prick into the wanton gash of his
sister's young cunt. She grunted beneath the sudden, deep
penetration of her body. But her pelvis arched up, sleeving every
inch of his rigid shaft in the liquid warmth of her pussy.
"Damn!" The young girl writhed, impaled on the unyielding
length of his cock. "I've been wanting to feel this ever since
you left. Big Brother, ball the hell out of your little sister.
Fuck her - hard and fast!"
Immediately, his hips responded. He wrenched up, sliding
from the tight pocket of pleasure softly surrounding his inflamed
cock. He lurched, spearing downward, back into the hot, yielding
interior.
"Yesssss," her passionate urgency hissed from between her
clenched teeth. "There's no man like my brother. No one who
knows how to fuck me like my brother!"
In and down, he slammed in deep-grinding strokes. Recklessly
he threw himself into the sqeezing socket of her cunt. He reamed
and drilled the channel of her young lust. He fucked and hunched,
whipping her into a frenzy of erotic need.
She writhed and squirmed beneath his fleshy onslaught. Her
hips, pumping with zealous vigor, matched him stroke for stroke.
Lust and love blended into one. Their bodies melted in carnal
union.
It didn't take long for her wild fevored delirium of need to
soar to its exploding peak. She wanted him and was ready to give
herself. As she came, crying out the full strength of her climax,
he realized she must have been thinking about this moment during
her bus trip, titillating herself with the thought of her brother
riding her willing body.
He wanted to extend the pleasure of this moment, but his own
need was too compelling. He came. His cock, rammed deeply into
the enveloping folds of her tight pussy, blasted out fountain
after fountain of thick, hot semen.
He filled her, drenching his sister's cunt with a flood of
her brother's seed. The quivering contractions of her vaginal
channel milked at him, drawing out each steaming drop of his lust.
His spent prick finally slithered from the slippery tunnel of her
sated quim.
When he rolled from her satisfied body, she nestled into the
hollow of his shoulder, her lips kissing at his neck and chest in
gratitude. Then after a moment or two, he heard her breathing
soften to the shallow, peaceful breaths of sleep.
"It's been a long day for you little sister," he whispered,
lightly kissing her closed eyes. "And for your brother."
Holding her closely, he allowed his eyelids to close. In
another moment, he joined his sister in the restful oblivion of
sleep.
Chapter 3
He was curled against Cari's nakedness when he awoke. She
felt warm and smooth; they fitted against each other like two
spoons nestled together.
Chance didn't want to move, but the sunlight beaming in
through an irritating separation in the drapes made it necessary.
His eyes couldn't take the bright rays.
He rolled to his back, closing his eyes and trying to drift
into sleep again. After all, it was Saturday morning, and
Saturday mornings were made for sleeping late.
It was no good. He was wide awake. He opened his eyes and
stared at the ceiling, tracing the stucco swirl patterns there.
As much as he loved his sister, and as glad as he was to see
her, Cari's being here was bothering him. Three months ago, at the
beginning of the summer, it would have been the perfect
arrangement.
But that was three months ago - before he met Tanya. And
Cari didn't even know about Tanya, didn't know her loving brother
was engaged, would be married in another ten days.
Chance felt like a heel. Cari deserved better than that. He
had tried on several occasions to tell his younger sister about
his fiancee, but had never worked up the courage. Cari was more
than just a sister - she was his lover. How does one go about
telling a lover that he's in love with another woman and going to
marry her? He knew he couldn't, not without hurting Cari. And he
knew she would never understand if he told her that Tanya was a
virgin. Cari just wouldn't understand. Not Cari, ever-ready and
ever-willing Cari.
Memories flooded his mind, taking him back to that night five
years ago. It was two months after their parents had been killed
in a car accident. He had come home to visit Uncle Bill and Aunt
Emma, and Cari who was living with them. His uncle and aunt had
gone to a movie and left him and his sister alone.
He had gone to his room early, telling Cari he had to study,
he remembered, when in fact he wanted to read a rather sexy book
he had picked up in the bus station, and diddle himself. He was
well into an arousing scene, his erect prick in hand, when Cari,
fourteen and just learning about her own body, walked into the
room.
It was hard to recall all the details, he was embarrassed and
awkward, and a virgin, despite being nineteen and a sophomore in
college. But Cari knew what she wanted - her big brother. And
that's what she got. And for five years, they had shared their
bodies whenever the opportunity presented itself.
They both had taken other lovers in those five years, but
none were lasting, for either of them. That was, until Chance met
Tanya.
Chance smiled, he could hear Cari calling his raven-haired
fiancee a cow. As Cari had noted last night, he had a definite
taste for big-titted women. Tanya was definitely big-titted, and
beautiful. She was also quite willing and passionate. Her only
hangup was an old-fashioned desire to preserve her virginity until
her wedding night. Chance never understood that, but after a
month of trying to get Tanya in his bed, he realized it was an
impossible task. He also realized he was in love with the young
woman. The results had been two months of mutual masturbation
sessions, a box or two of come-drenched tissues and lubricant-
stained panties. And, of course, Tanya's intact hymen, that thin
membrane of flesh she was saving for their wedding night.
Tanya knew he had had other lovers. However, she had no idea
one of them was his sister.
Cari - Tanya, Tanya - Cari. As many times as he rolled the
two around in his head, they just didn't seem to fit. There had
to be just one, and that was Tanya.
For a twenty-four year old attorney, fresh out of law school,
junior member of the biggest law firm in town, he didn't feel too
smart. Carl just didn't fit into his vision of the future, a life
he planned to share with one woman, Tanya, his wife. He should
have told his sister about Tanya earlier, perhaps from the very
beginning, and thus prepared her for the eventual outcome.
Now anything he said, anyway he said it, would be like
hitting his sister over the head with a sledge hammer. There was
no way to lessen the shock. If it were possible, he would have
kicked himself in the ass for being so stupid!
"Mmmmmmm," Cari sighed, rolling to her back beside him. I
feel wonderful! Last night was fantastic, Big Brother. Now, your
little sister feels like being fucked awake. I can't think of a
better way to start the morning."
"Cari, I need to talk with you," Chance started, fully intent
on telling his sister everything about Tanya and their quickly
approaching marriage.
"Later, Chance, please." Cari pouted, her voice a piteous
plea. "Right now I need to feel my brother inside me, filling me
with his hard cock."
She pulled him to her, her lips softly brushing against his.
Without thinking, he responded, pressing down atop her, reveling
in the firm feel of her young breasts spearing into the nakedness
of his chest. Her tongue was in his mouth, languidly exploring
the roof of his mouth and toying with his tongue.
Damn! He cursed himself, feeling a rush of desire course
through his loins. His cock was on the rise again. You've got
about as much control over yourself as a mink in heat when it
comes to your sister!
"That's better," the frosty-haired nymph cooed as their
mouths drifted apart. "For a minute, you had me afraid I was
going to have to get down on my hands and knees and beg for you to
fuck me."
"That's never bothered you before," he answered with a
playful kiss.
"If that's what you want, I'll do it right now," she replied.
Her voice was husky and drowsy, still half-asleep, but containing
the beginnings of lust.
"Perhaps later," he said. "Right now, this will do just
fine."
He kissed, tenderness growing to passion as he drilled his
tongue deeply, striving for her throat. She wiggled and squirmed
beneath him, working a hand between his legs. Her fingers found
the hose-like length of his penis. He throbbed and grew under the
intimate fondling of her cool fingertips.
"I love to feel you get hard while I hold you." Her eyes
fluttered open, flashing with a lusty light. "There's a certain
satisfaction in knowing that this magnificent prodder is pulsing
and growing for me, to feel its strength and power."
He loved it too. His cock was now stiff and thick, a pole of
need and desire, testimony of the pleasure he found in his teen-
age sister's playful tauntings.
"And these," she said, slipping her hand to his scrotum. "I
like to hold your balls, feel them moving around in their bag when
my fingers play with them."
He moaned. His testicles shot around in their hairy sac
under the exploring caress of her fingertips.
"In fact, I like everything about my brother's pussy
pleaser," she said with a shivery little sigh. "Especially when
it's burrowed deeply within me."
She gave his stiff cockshaft a firm, ardent squeeze to make
sure he got her meaning. He didn't need such an obvious
demonstration of her desire. There was nothing he liked better
than to ensconce his prick in the tender folds of his sister's
quim.
However, he was not ready for that, at least not at the
moment. Last night, caught in the passion of their reunion, they
had been rushed. This morning, fresh from a restful sleep and
with no pressing business facing either of them, he wanted to take
his time.
Taunting his fingertips over the taut sleekness of the young
blonde's flat stomach, he worked his hand upward until a palm
cupped the rounded base of one of his sister's breasts. Her flesh
was velvety smooth and radiated a summery sexual warmth. He
reveled in the touch of her, the youthful firmness of her ripe,
bulging tits.
In lazy languor, he tickled his flngertips around the round
base of her luscious tit. Aroused shivers and delightful waves of
erotically induced gooseflesh rippled over her silky flesh. Her
chest heaved with mounting anticipation while his fingers lovingly
crept up the alluring contour of her breast.
"Ohhhhhhh!" She gasped, trembling when his fingers found the
quiescent nipple sleeping atop the knoll of her pleasure.
Tenderly, he fondled the soft little button, sending
suffusing tremors of arousal through his sister's supine body.
Beneath the dexterous manipulation of his fingertips, he brought
the mammary bud to life. It swelled, its coral pinkness blushing
redly. It stiffened, rubbery hard with excitement, until it stood
straight up, a tight-pointed tip jutting into the air.
In an abrupt movement that caused the teen-ager to suck in
her breath and groan with abandoned relish, his fingers released
their hold on her nipple and suddenly dropped down to cup her tit
again. Solidly, he kneaded the apple-like shape of her young
breast, while he ducked his head down, his lips capturing the
swollen nubbin of her need.
"Suck it, Big Brother," the frosty-tressed beauty whispered
her desire. "Suck it!"
Her back arched upward, feeding the creamy flesh of her tit
into his welcoming mouth. He sucked, harder and harder. At the
same time his tongue, a moist whip of pleasure, lashed across the
swollen nipple and his teeth nibbled at the delicate morsel.
Her hand tightened around the stiffness of his cock.
Fervently, she squeezed the thick rod of sex. She jacked at him,
her fist rushing up and down on the desire-laden rail of flesh.
His balls churned within the security of their bag, afire with a
rising need to quench their flames in the liquid warmth of his
sister's wanton pussy.
"Brother, please!" There was no sleep in the nymph's voice
now, only desire. "I want you. I want to feel this fat cock
moving in and out of me. Fuck me! Please fuck me!"
Trying his best to ignore his own growing need, he
relinquished his squeezing grip on her tender tit and reached down
to encompass the feminine knoll of her cunt. Tightly he clamped
his palm over the plump rise of her sex, kneading as he had
kneaded her breast but an instant ago.
"Damn you! You're going to have me climbing the walls!" His
sister twisted out from under his pinning weight. His edacious
lips were wrenched from her tit with a wet smacking sound. "If
you won't fuck me, then I'll fuck you."
Playfully, she pushed him to his back, giving his adamant
cock a hard squeeze.
"You just lay there and let me handle this," she said, her
eyes glinting with lusty light. "If you aren't gentleman enough
to ball a young lady when she begs for it, at least politely
remain still while she fucks you!"
"Young lady?" He laughed, reaching out to pull her to him.
She evaded his groping arms. "Young ladies don't beg men to fuck
them!"
"That's because a real gentleman wouldn't let them get so
worked up they had to plead for it," she snorted in mock disgust.
"But I don't feel like a gentleman this morning. I'm a man
who wants very much to ball his sister."
"Good! Because I don't feel like a lady, just a woman who
needs a man - her brother!"
She lessened her grip on his cock, stroking it very gently,
tenderly, almost worshippingly. "Now will you lay still and let
your sister take care of this?"
"I never had any intention of doing otherwise," he said.
"Aren't I always reasonable?"
"Hurmph!" She grunted, then leaned forward and kissed the
engorged head of his prick. "Don't get excited, Big Brother. I
just felt like giving this beautiful cock a kiss. Later I might
give it the long, wet kiss it deserves, but now, I want you inside
my pussy."
He had no objections. That was exactly where he wanted to
be!
Knee-walking beside him, the flowing-haired young blonde
straddled his thighs, the firmness of her knees pressing to each
side of his legs. Lovingly, her hand ran up and down the rigid
rod of his prick a couple more times. The crystal drops of
preseminal fluid oozing from his glans smeared over the arrowhead
shape of his cock-crown.
Then pulling his sexual lance straight up in the air, the
teen-age nymph scooted up. His balls lurched. She now stood on
her knees above his groin. Through the silky foliage of her
pubis, he could see the tremulous groove of her sex. Its pink
lips were slightly pouted, open and ready to accept the fleshy
length of his root.
Her flashing blue eyes rolled up to meet his. She grinned
widely, aroused with anticipation of their intimate union - man
and woman - brother and sister!
Her gaze returned to the meaty stalk she held perpendicular
to his loins. Her thighs spread a bit and she slowly began to
lower her wanton body onto the inflexible spike of his manhood.
His hands tenderly caressing the youthful smoothness of her
supple thighs, he lay supine beneath her, his eyes focused on the
descending mouth of her hungry sex. His balls tightened and
retightened in their hairy sac as that fur-fringed nest of carnal
pleasure inched closer and closer to his throbbing cock.
He groaned. The sandy blonde strands of her pubic fleece
brushed over the hypersensitive crown of his prick, tickling and
teasing. Down, ever down, she eased herself, his glans pushing
through the soft moss and nuzzling against the moist, pink lips of
her quim.
She trembled, their contact creating wild, swirling needs
deep in the wanton core of her teen-age body. For a moment he
thought her taut thighs were going to give way, and she was going
to drop, skewering herself on his unbending shaft.
But her control was marvelous. She steadied herself and
began to descend once again.
Unable to take his gaze from the inciting union of their
bodies, he watched the engorged bulb of his glans splay the outer
lips of her labia. Inward, his pulsing head slid, opening the
humid furrow of her young cunt.
Lower and lower, she slid, now riding the swollen tube of his
erect cock. Deeper and deeper, he invaded the spongy canal of her
vagina, sighing as the liquid heat of her body surrounded and
caressed the aching length of his shaft.
Her legs gave way!
"Arrahhhagggahhh!" She grunted in surprised pleasure.
With a fleshy thud, she sat down on him. The last three
inches of his cock shot up into her body in one driving rush. She
groaned again, packed with the thick circumference of her
brother's prick. Her arms shot out. Hands planted firmly on his
bare chest, she supported her trembling body.
For a moment, she just sat there, apparently savoring the
swollen fullness of her self-impalement. He felt the gripping
strength of her vaginal muscles as she clamped down around the rod
of his lust. Covetously, she squeezed, tightening her love channel
to a taut glove that molded to the throbbing contours of his cock.
"Mmmmmmmm," she eventually crooned in a self-satisfied voice.
"That's what I like, you hard and long inside me!"
He liked it too! But he realized she knew that. Five years
of sibling love-making left few secrets of the flesh unexplored.
They knew each other, knew what one another wanted and needed.
And both were willing to fulfill those desires, unashamed and
uninhibited.
"Now, Big Brother, I'm going to show you what your little
sister can do," she said, tossing back the long strands of her
golden hair. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't walk."
"Deeds, not words," he chided her, running his hands up her
thighs, along her sides, to cup the twin balls of her proud
breasts. His thumbs mashed down atop the erect buttons of her
nipples.
Abruptly, her pelvis wrenched upward. She squeezed at him,
dragging his ponderous cock from the hot core of her cunt. She
stopped, only his aching glans entrenched in the mouth of her
belly. She relaxed the squeezing hold of her cunt, then quickly
retightened herself. Again and again, she repeated the process,
setting his balls to lurching and churning.
Then she dropped back down, fully skewering herself on the
adamantine length of his prick. She grunted, her eyes fluttering
closed, then opening. They were glazed and drowsy looking, as
though she had just felt the effects of three fingers worth of one
hundred and eighty proof liquor. It was the expression of a woman
filled with virile cock - and loving every minute of it.
As she rose back up the pulsing lance of his manhood, he let
one of his hands drift down her body, once more returning to the
soft foliage of her pussy. He teased there for several minutes
while she hunched up and down on his cock. Closer and closer, he
weaved the titillating tips of his fingers, nearing the quivering
slit of her cunt.
Then, an inquisitive finger was probing into the open gash of
her pussy, delving downward just enough to touch and tap the
nubbin of her clitoris. She went wild as he cajoled the pea-sized
bud of ecstasy out from beneath its thin sheath of skin. His
thoughtful manipulation sent hot waves of pleasure rushing through
her young body. She groaned and panted, her pelvis rising and
falling onto the swollen, lust-laden length of his shaft at an
ever-increasing rate.
In and out, his cock filled the hungry hole of her cunt. His
own hips, despite his confined position, bucked and arched upward,
slamming into her pelvis. Wet, slapping sounds, the hard meeting
of their cores, rose in the air, mingling with her constant moans.
Never stopping with his clit fondling, he rubbed and stroked
that all-important point of pleasure. The teen-ager liked to have
her sexual trigger roughly caressed as she neared the throes of
climax. Other women preferred a feather-like touch, or perhaps a
circular motion. Each was different, a man who cared discovered
these things and provided them for his lover. Chance Weston was
such a man - a lover.
Up and down the clinging folds of her cunt slid. Fiery
friction burned along every inch of his thick, lust-swollen cock.
He twitched and jerked within her. The growing need within his
own loins was rapidly becoming a flaming ball that would blast
upward.
Harder and harder, his sister rode the inflexible length of
his cock. Her face was pleasure twisted. Her full, red lips
writhed as she moaned and groaned the nearness of her release.
Her hands gripped at his chest under the intensity of her
pleasure, her fingernails biting into his bare skin.
In quick, brisk strokes, his finger roughly ground into the
extended button of her clit. He stroked her, matching the rise
and fall of her cunt. At the same time, his own hips thrusted and
lunged with increasing need and strength.
"God! Oh God, Chance!" The beautiful blonde's face showed
the torment of ecstasy-agony. "Sweet God! It's so gooood!"
He intended to make it even better, by slipping a finger into
her cock-packed cunt, but he didn't need the extra stimulation.
She came.
Her arms collapsed and she fell atop him. Her diminutive
body quaked and trembled as the lusts and desires of her teen-age
needs were unleashed.
Politely, he slipped his fingertip from her clit, before
pleasure turned to pain. He also kept his hips moving, thrusting
in and out of her juicy cunt, extending the height of her climax.
He was a loving brother, and she was a loving sister. A fact
she proved when she at last descended from the raging winds of
orgasm. She wedged a hand down between their cores and tenderly
played with the rock-laden sac of his testicles.
He came!
After no more than a moment or two of his sister's teasing
caresses, he unloaded the thick, hot flood of semen swirling in
his balls. For the second time within twenty-four hours, he
drenched the young blonde's pussy with his seed, emptying himself
into her wanton slot of pleasure.
"That's one hell of a way to wake up," Cari grinned as she
rolled from him after his cock had deflated and slithered from her
come-oozing pussy. "I think I could lay here all day."
"Definitely a case of rounded heels," he chuckled.
"Created by my brother," she chided back "Whatever I am, you
made me . . . no pun intended."
He laughed and pulled her to him. The kiss they were halfway
into was rudely interrupted by the harsh ringing of the phone. He
let it blare three times before giving into its demanding sounds.
Rolling to his back, he reached out and found the phone atop
a night table. He snagged the receiver from its cradle and
mumbled a "hello."
Then he sat up straight - it was Tanya!
Chapter 4
Chance took a moment or two to calm himself before trying to
talk to his fiance. He was still shaky from Cari's ball-draining
performance. Then he began to talk.
Apparently taking a cue from the sound of his voice, Cari
slipped from the bed and went trotting off into the bathroom. He
was grateful for the privacy. He was also grateful for the fact
Tanya's call was merely a "good morning" call, nothing important,
except that she was double-checking on the time he was to pick her
up that evening.
They chatted for a while before he worked in the fact that
his younger sister was visiting him. He didn't mention that he
and Cari had just spent the night together, as lovers.
"No problem," Tanya said. "I'll see to it that Mary is out
of our apartment tonight. We can come over here after dinner."
"Good, Mary's a nice kid, but when I'm necking with my wife-
to-be, I don't like to have your roommate as an audience," he
answered.
"Don't tell me you're basically shy?" Tanya teased. "Not my
Chance Weston?"
"If you'd give me a chance, I'd show you how shy I am," he
replied.
"Calm down, lover," Tanya said sternly. "We've waited this
long, nine more days won't be that hard to last."
"It won't be that easy either," he grunted. Tanya's
virginity was an obsession with her. He had long ago stopped
trying to convince her that her precious maidenhead didn't make a
difference with him. However, he hadn't stopped hoping.
After a few more minutes, they said their goodbyes and he
replaced the receiver in its cradle. The sound of running water
came from the bathroom for a moment. Then the faucet was silent.
The door opened and Cari came back and slid onto the bed beside
him.
"That sounded rather personal, Big Brother," the girl said,
propping a pillow behind her head. "I thought you might want to
talk alone."
"It was personal, Cari." He stopped and pondered what he
needed to say. There was no gentle way to break it to her. So,
"Listen, I've got something I've got to tell you. I tried to tell
you earlier, but . . . well, I've got to say it now."
"I don't know if I like the tone of your voice. This sounds
serious."
"It is serious . . ."
Sucking in a deep breath, he blurted out the whole story,
giving his sister every detail. He tried to read her expression,
but wasn't sure what he saw. There was surprise, shock, and a hint
of hurt, but how deep that hurt went evaded him. Cari didn't
move, but just sat there, looking at him.
". . . there, that's it. I'm sorry about not telling you
before this," he concluded. "I thought once you got here and met
Tanya it might be easier."
"Whew! You weren't kidding when you said it was serious,"
the girl said with a shake of her head. "I wasn't ready for
anything this heavy."
Her voice quavered some, but he couldn't see any tears in her
eyes. Thank God tor that!
"I knew we'd both find other people eventually, get married,
and have separate families," Cari said. "I just didn't think it
would happen this soon."
"It's not that soon, baby," he said gently. "I'm twenty-four
and you're a junior in college."
"I know, I know. It's just that this is so unexpected. I
mean you're going to be married in nine days." She paused. "Hey,
don't get me wrong. You know I wish you all the happiness in the
world. And I understand, really I do. It'll just take me a few
moments to get this straight in my head."
He hugged her, holding her closely. She wasn't taking it as
hard as he had expected.
"Look, I just realized I must be blowing things for you by
being here." Cari turned to him. "I can get a hotel room until I
get an apartment. You and Tanya need someplace to be alone."
He shook his head. "I've already got that worked out. This
place is paid for until the end of the month. It's yours; I want
you to stay here with me until the wedding. And afterwards, you
can stay until the rent runs out. If you like the place, you can
pick up the lease. Tanya and I are already closing a deal on a
small house on the other side of town."
"Are you sure your little sister isn't going to be in the
way?"
"You never have."
She gazed at him with uncertainty.
Tanya seemed nice enough, Carl admitted to herself, though
she also believed no girl would ever seem nice enough for her
brother.
She cautiously eyed the black-haired girl who sat across the
room from her, not at all certain why Chance had brought her to
the apartment. Cari was very uncomfortable at meeting her
brother's future wife. Hell, she was just accepting the idea that
Chance was to be married. She wasn't ready to meet the girl.
Girl was the right word. She couldn't believe that this
beautiful girl was still a virgin - not around Chance. Her
brother was slipping. Or else he really was in love!
Love did strange things to people. She didn't understand
Chance's relationship with Tanya. And she sure as hell didn't
grasp Tanya's desire to keep her virginity. It was like something
out of the Victorian age. If there was one thing Cari was sure
of, it was that she would know how her would-be husband performed
in bed before the nuptial knots were tied. The thought of climbing
into a marriage bed with an unknown man appalled her.
She pushed the thoughts from her head and tried to listen to
the conversation. Chance and Tanya weren't saying anything
important.
It's those big tits! My brother's a sucker for a bosomy
woman!
As she thought, she knew she was wrong. Although Tanya was
well endowed with an opulently large set of tits, she could tell
that Chance's feelings went far beyond a fascination with the
raven-haired girl's chest. It's love. There's no way to get
around it. Big Brother is head over heels for this one. Goodbye,
little sister Cari!
"Hey, it's getting late," Chance said, glancing at his watch.
"We've got to be going. Our reservations are for eight o'clock
sharp."
Cari rose as Tanya did and they said their goodbyes. She
smiled and tried to act warmly to the girl. She didn't feel that
it came off, but neither Chance nor Tanya seemed to notice.
"Don't wait up for me, Sis," Chance said as they moved to the
door. "I'll be late."
She nodded and smiled, watching them leave. Right now it
might seem like you don't need me, big boy, but wait until you get
home after your date with Miss Lily White. Then we'll see if you
still need your little sister!
She toyed with the idea of rejecting the advances she knew
Chance would make, letting him go to bed with a painful case of
the stone aches. She smiled. In a sadistic sort of way, the idea
pleased her. It would serve him right for not telling me about
Tanya.
But she knew it wouldn't happen that way. She could never
refuse her brother, never. Already she felt the liquid flow of
her want for him deep within the core of her body. She shivered,
wanting him there with her.
Crossing the room, she switched on the television, then
flopped down on the sofa. Damn! It's going to be a long night!
"See, just as I told you. Mary's gone and won't be back
until 2 a.m.," Tanya said, waving her arm to display the empty
apartment.
"Alone at last," Chance said, pulling the beautiful girl into
his arms and holding her tightly to him. "I've been waiting for
this all night. At last the lecherous old man has the lovely
young virgin in his clutches. And let me warn you, my intentions
are all dishonorable."
"Chance, you're awful!" She smiled, weakly trying to escape
his embrace. "You shouldn't tease me like that. It isn't . . ."
His mouth covered hers, muffling the last words of her
sentence. His tongue rushed in, taunting and teasing around
within the sweetness of her mouth. She felt so damn good against
him. Her tits, large and firm, were like luscious pillows just
right for a man's hands and mouth. Her pelvis, melted against
his, naturally and perfectly. He shoved his hips against her,
giving her a full feel of his aroused cock. She shivered at the
touch of the long hardness still hidden in his pants.
". . . nice," she moaned in a breathless gasp as their lips
parted.
"You can say that again," he replied, pulling her back for
another long, lingering kiss. The nine days that separated him
from finally having this girl's body seemed like nine eternities.
Her arms were around him now. Her pelvis undulated against
the rigid rod of his sex. She knew damn well what she was doing
to him - to herself - yet, he had never been about to break down
the mental wall that commanded her to wait for the marriage bed.
"Nine days," she mumbled when their mouths drifted apart once
again. "Nine more days."
"We don't have to wait those nine days," he whispered.
"We've never had to wait. I love you, you love me. Mary's gone,
and your bedroom is right through that door. All we have to do is
. . ."
"Chance, don't, please," she said shaking her head. "We've
waited this long. Now all that's left is nine days. We can wait.
I promise you, after that, I'll make up for the past three months.
You'll never be sorry you married me. I promise you that."
He nodded, giving in to her as he had for the past three
months. Nine days!
She kissed him, hard and long. There was a passionate woman
hidden behind that thin sheath of virginity, he had discovered
that a long time ago. Tanya wasn't afraid of sex, she wanted it,
as much, if not more, than he did. She just had this hang up
about her maidenhead and nice girls giving it to their husbands on
their wedding night.
"We can use our hands," she suggested as they separated
again.
"Do you want that?"
"You know I do. I feel like I'm about to come apart inside."
He knew what she meant. The pressure for release was growing
in his loins, as it always did when he was around this black-
haired temptress. Their mutual masturbation session would have to
suffice, as it had for three months.
Kissing her again, he moved her toward the sofa. They melted
down atop the cushions, their hands fondling and exploring. Their
tongues dueling over and around each other with increasing
alacrity.
"I love you. God! You don't know just how much I love you!"
Her lips were on his ear, taunting and teasing.
His fingers managed to open the buttons of her dress,
slipping it over her shoulders enough to expose the braless
pillows of her large tits. White and creamy, topped by sleek,
black-brown cherries, they seemed to shimmer as he tucked his head
to one of them, nuzzling and sucking at its titillating form.
At the same time, he worked a hand up under her skirt. For
moments, he fondled the soft, smooth interiors of her thighs,
delighting as she shivered and trembled with excitement. Then,
his hand rose, slipping under the elastic band of her panties and
wiggling a finger into the waiting lips of her virginal cunt.
By then, she had managed to free his trousers, scooting pants
and jockey shorts down around his knees. Her fingers were busily
taunting the rigid shaft of manhood she had liberated. She also
paid close attention to the aching testicles snuggled securely
against his scrotum.
There was no problem finding the beauty's clit. it was large
and extended, waiting for the intimate caress of his finger. At
least four or five times larger than Cari's tiny pea-size clit,
the girl's point of passion seemed to swell and expand as he
lightly fondled it. Unlike Cari, the girl found no pleasure in
the rough handling of her clit. For her ecstasy came with a light
but steady touch.
However, she was fully aware of the fact his cock didn't need
the same tender treatment. Her hand clamped around his rod in a
hot, tight fist. She jacked at him, knowing that he liked it that
way. If anything, their three months had taught her a cock wasn't
a delicate china doll. For that, he was grateful.
They both were excited and needy. It didn't take more than a
few minutes to bring her off, writhing and moaning in his arms.
And a few moments later, he was spewing a thick spume of mancome,
unleashing the desire contained in his groin.
"Just lay here, I'll go get some tissues and a wash cloth,"
she whispered as the last pleasure spasm passed from his prick.
He watched her rise and pull her dress back over her
shoulders, then quickly disappear into her bedroom, knowing before
she got to the bathroom she would stop to discard the panties she
now wore - panties that were fully dampened with the flow of her
own feminine juices.
Chapter 5
Cari was waiting for him when he arrived back at the
apartment. She was wearing a light blue negligee, one of those
long, flowing robes of diaphanous material. She was half-sitting,
half-lying on the sofa in a very seductive pose. The sheer fabric
of her negligee left little to his imagination, though it did
increase the erotic effect of her pose. There was something about
almost bare women that seemed ten times more sexy than naked
flesh.
"You're home earlier than I expected," the frosty-haired
blonde greeted him.
"And I thought I told you not to wait up for me?" he said.
The gown was perfect for her. It complimented her deep blue eyes
and provided the correct background for her waist-length blonde
hair. "And I thought you might be hungry and like an early
morning snack," she replied, shifting one of her long, supple
legs. For the flrst time he noticed she was wearing panties
beneath the negligee. The covered mound of her sex made it that
more alluring. "Does a couple scrambled eggs, some bacon, toast,
and coffee sound good?"
"Sorry, but I'm still full from dinner. Tanya and I had a
steak."
"Steak? While I had to settle for a bologna sandwich?" She
smiled, noticing the lingering gaze of his probing eyes. "How
about some coffee then?"
He shook his head. She wasn't wearing a top beneath the
gown. The firm little globes of her breasts were clearly visible
to him. The fabric of the negligee clung to their ripe form,
making them sleek and shining.
It was more than obvious to him why she had chosen her
attire. He had told her about Tanya's and his sex life - or lack
of it. Now, little sister was making herself available to help
ease big brother's frustration. He loved her for it.
"Well, I guess if you don't want anything to eat," she said
with another little coy smile, "we should turn in for the night.
I'll sleep in here on the couch. I won't want to compromise your
virtue now that you're about to become an old married man."
He chuckled, then shook his head. "If I remember correctly
we both compromised each other's virtue a long time ago. It's a
little late to start worrying about that."
She turned her head from him, eyes downcast.
"Hey, baby sister, what wrong?" He quickly stepped to the
couch and sat down beside her. "Did I say anything wrong?"
"No, no, it's just me." She wiped at her eyes. There were
tears there. "I just can't stop thinking about it. We've had
five years together, but in another eight days it will be all
over. We'll have to start acting like every other brother and
sister."
He took her in his arms and held her tenderly. Softly, he
stroked the long mass of her flowing blonde hair.
"Chance, I'm sorry. I'm acting silly. Despite everything, I
really do like Tanya. She's a beautiful woman and she seems to be
in love with you. And I can tell you're in love with her
everytime you look at her. Only a man in love can get a stupid
expression like that!" She tried to laugh, weakly. "Don't mind
me. I'm just feeling sorry for myself . . . and a little bit
jealous."
"It's all right," he whispered, kissing her forehead. "I
handled this all wrong."
"Don't blame yourself. You've just got a silly kid sister."
"No way! Cari Weston is the best possible sister Chance
Weston could ever hope to have. And I happen to love her."
She kissed him, a very sisterly kiss, and smiled. "And you're
one hell of a brother, did you know that?"
"Yep!" He grinned. "You're lucky to have me."
"God! You're also a conceited bastard!" She laughed now,
the tears disappearing from her eyes. "But I still love you."
"Great! Because, I've just decided that I'm hungry and want
something to eat."
"Okay, Big Brother, little sister is willing to serve. After
all, I did stay up to fix you a snack," she said. "What do you
want to eat?"
"You." He paused a moment, letting his answer sink in. "I
want to run my tongue up that lovely pussy of yours and give you a
licking you'll never forget."
"Hmmmm, I don't know about that. I don't remember that dish
being on the menu." She tried to appear calm, but he felt the
shivers of delight course through her body.
"It's a gourmet item, he whispered. "Think I could convince
you to prepare it for me?"
"Gourmet dishes really aren't my line . . ."
Without warning, his hand shot down to her crotch, grasping
the plump womanly knoll of her pubis. He squeezed down hard and
firmly, making sure she felt the pressure through the thin layers
of her gown and panties.
She did. She moaned and trembled, her pelvis hunching a
little, pressing into his palm. "You just convinced me! Any
special way you want it served?"
"I'll take care of that," he said. "All you have to do is
just lay back and enjoy it!"
Immediately, she leaned back, fluffing one of the sofa
pillows behind her head. Her position would give her a total view
of his oral caresses. The blonde shared his delight in watching a
lover give him head.
Slowly, he pulled the tie-strings of her negligee, opening
the neck of the gown. His fingers then went to work on her
buttons, freeing them one by one, then opening the gown wide.
"Has anyone ever told you that you do that nicely?" she said.
"None of your business," he said with a smile. "But I'm glad
you liked it."
He leaned over and attacked her young breasts with a flourish
of kisses, leaving both glowing warm with sexual heat, and each
nipple stiff and erect. At the same time, his hands, and her
wiggling hips managed to work her thin, blue, bikini-style panties
down her sleek legs.
He continued his kissing, languorously taunting down to the
flat expanse of her taut stomach. He paused briefly, letting his
tongue tease the deep, sensual well of her navel. Appreciatively,
her hands stroked his hair and caressed his cheeks.
"It feels so good," she crooned with relish. "Even your
breath is exciting, warm, and arousing."
He knew what she meant, remembering how many times he had
enjoyed feeling the warm streams of her breath caressing the stiff
length, of his cock.
Downward, he kissed, taunting his way closer and closer to
the fur-fleeced mound of his sister's cunt. But before his lips
touched that soft fluff, he suddenly swung his head to the side,
using his lips and tongue to tease along the smooth interior of
one of her thighs.
He repeated the tantalizing maneuver on the opposite thigh,
blowing lightly on the strands of her pubic down as he turned his
mouth to her other leg.
He didn't rush. The longer he took, the higher her
anticipation would be when his mouth finally pressed against the
waiting lips of her pussy. A man's mouth is one of the greatest
pleasures he can offer a woman. When it's given, a man should
take his time, making sure the woman receives the full effects of
tongue and lips.
Kissing up from her thigh, he circled up to the fringe of her
tender foliage. Then he weaved his tongue downward through those
soft, silky strands.
However, he denied her trembling groove of sex the touch of
his oral digit. Instead, he continued his taunting. Playfully,
he ran his tongue to each side of that intimate slit, sometimes
teasingly wiggling it right next to the moist mouth of her quim.
"Damn! It feels wonderful!" The blonde above him moaned in
a deep, lusty voice. "It's like being tortured with pleasure!"
It was exactly like that. Because that's what he was doing
to her. Each tickling stroke of his tongue, each fleeting
maneuver toward the quivering lips of her labia was designed to
incite her, and awaken the desirous needs within the steaming
channel of her cunt.
Without a hint of what was to come next, he ran his tongue
along the crease of her sex. He didn't delve into that hot, juicy
pocket, but simply toyed up and down the slit. He licked away the
moist droplets of her womanly fluids, smacking his lips loudly so
that she knew he swallowed down her juices.
Then, using both hands, he spreaded the plump, pink lips of
her cunt, opening her so that he saw the delicate scalloped lips
of her inner labia. In a wide, laving lap, he ran the taunting
length of his tongue up and down the wet channel. At the top of
his swipe, he paused momentarily, lovingly circling the aroused
bud of her clit.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" she cooed in deep satisfaction. She writhed,
her pelvis responding with a trembling little hunch. "Gooooood!"
Again and again, he licked the quivering groove of her sex,
replacing the flow of her fluids with the shining veneer of his
saliva. Her hands tightened on the back of his head, but she
didn't push him down into the hungry mouth of her cunt. She was
doing as he told her, lying back and savoring the oral delights he
provided.
With the same lazy slowness, he finally got down to the
serious task of eating her. Using his tongue-tip, he parted the
inner lips of her pussy and languorously slithered his oral digit
into the juicy quick of her body.
Like a jolt of electricity, the intimate penetration jarred
her. She writhed, her hips beginning to undulate on their own
accord. She was fucking herself on his tongue, hunching at his
face.
In a counterpoint, he used his oral digit in penis-imitating
fashion. As her pelvis pushed upward, he licked out, swirling his
tongue over the interior of her cunt. When she eased back, he
thrusted inward. It was a tease, but one he enjoyed and, from the
constant chorus of her moans, one she delighted in equally.
Eventually, he fell into her rhythm, matching the need of her
young body with the laving of his tongue, drilling inward as her
hips rose and slithering out at the fall of her pelvis. He ate
her, licking and sucking away the flood of fluids that flowed into
the channel of her cunt.
Then to add that extra something special, he wiggled a thumb
atop the button of her clit. Roughly, the way his sex hungry
sister liked it, he rolled the aroused nubbin. Firmly, he rubbed
the button of her womanly pleasure.
It didn't take long after that. Crying out in a piteous
voice of delight, the teen-age girl came. Quickly he removed his
thumb and drilled his tongue in and out. He ate at her until the
last throes of her climax passed and she lay trembling and
panting, sated.
"I hope to hell Tanya realizes how lucky she is," his younger
sister managed a smile. "I don't think there's another man like
you in the world!"
"Ahhh, gosh!" He said, imitating the stereotype of an
embarrassed farm boy. "Twere'n't nothing Miss Weston. Any red-
blooded American boy would love to go down on that pretty little
pussy of yours."
She shook her head and groaned. "I've met a few who
wouldn't. Pussy licking doesn't fit their picture of the macho
male."
Chance realized that. Half the country's population still
felt that oral sex was something dirty and nasty. He could never
understand a man, or a woman for that matter, who would deny his
sexual partner the pleasure of his mouth. But it was a common
occurrence, despite the popularity of sex manuals and the so-
called sexual revolution. He even knew one couple who admitted
being married seven years before either of them worked up the
courage to give each other's mouth to the other. They did it only
one time.
He moaned, abruptly coming out of his thoughts. Cari had
discovered the thick bulge straining beneath his pants. Her hand
was roughly squeezing at it.
"Hey, look what I found!" Her eyes coyly flashed to his, her
eyelashes batting innocently. "Is this for me? A present from my
loving brother?"
"Careful with that!" She had clamped down harder, causing a
painful rush to shoot through his groin. He liked his cock
handled roughly, but not that rough. "Take it easy wench, or I'll
turn you over my knee and spank that pretty bottom of yours."
"Bitch, not wench," she corrected him with another more
gentle squeeze.
"And always in heat!"
"Then why don't you do something about it. Get out of those
clothes and find a use for this handsome pussy pleaser."
"Why young lady, I'm not at all sure I understand your
meaning. Am I correct in assuming that you want me to fuck your
lovely young body?"
She laughed at his mock formality, then shoved him playfully
from the sofa. "Get those clothes off, and I'll show you exactly
what I mean. And I thought we settled that lady stuff this
morning."
"That we did!" He pulled his shirt off and tossed it aside
and immediately began to work on his pants, quickly skinning them
down.
When he turned to his sister again, he found the blonde nymph
on her hands and knees atop the couch. She looked at him, letting
her gaze drift to the shafting length of his liberated cock, then
back to his face.
"Tonight, I'm your bitch, Big Brother." She wiggled the
upturned cushions of her teen-age ass provocatively. "So fuck me
like a bitch!"
The alluring invitation couldn't be refused. With growing
excitement, he mounted the sofa behind his sister. Taking hold of
her rounded rump, he eased himself between the tantalizing spread
of her youthful thighs.
There was no need for any titillation or taunting foreplay.
His pussy eating had taken care of that. His young sister was hot
and ready to receive the meaty rod of his prick.
The pulsing head of his glans brushed through the damp
foliage of her pubic moss. The hypersensitive skin of his
cockcrown touched the lips of her uptilted quim, opened them, and
slid deeply into the juice-filled channel of her cunt.
"Good!" the frosty-tressed blonde crooned, ripples of
gooseflesh running up and down her back as he fed the thick column
of his cock into her welcoming body. "It feels so damn good!"
It did. The spongy folds of her pussy caressed the needy
length of his prick. She was hot, bathing him in sexual fire.
Tight didn't describe the elastic grip of her vaginal muscles. It
would have been nice to just stand there, letting her work the
wonderful magic of her clasping pussy until he came. But he
wanted her to feel this too, wanted her to know that she still
mattered to him, although in eight days their sibling love would
be off limits.
He eased out. The massive, swollen length of his cock
slithered from the depths of her young love hold. Good! Damn
good! Fantastic swirling friction seared over every engorged inch
of his rod. He moaned and trembled, his balls lashing around in
their rumpled sac.
For five years he had fucked, poled, drilled, reamed,
hunched, and screwed the delightful tightness of his sister's
ever-ready pussy. It was as if this tempting slot of lust was
made for him, designed especially to accept his cock. Now, he
realized this would be one of the last times their bodies joined
as one.
And for that reason, he wanted it to be long and good.
He took his time, languidly shafting in and out of the hungry
gash of her body. He burned the feel of her into his mind so that
he would always remember. He savored the feel of her, the
clinging grip of her young channel. He reveled in the liquid heat
of her body, basking in their carnal union.
At the same time, his hands roved over her, memorizing the
silky smoothness of her teen-age body. Over the perky curves of
her ass, his fingers moved. He caressed her, love and need in his
hands.
Upward, inching over the taut arch of her back, his hands
slid, then down along the sleekness of her sides. He taunted at
the flatness of her belly before letting his hands move up to
tenderly caress the firm forms of her breasts, both slightly
elongated cones of flesh now.
Apparently the young girl shared the intensity of their
coupling. Lacking was the usual fiery passion of her body.
Instead she seemed in no hurry to blast toward climax. She rocked
back and forth slowly, matching the in-out shafting of his
adamantine cock.
"We've got a week together, Big Brother," she said in a soft,
dreamy voice. "I want to make them last. I want to remember
them, every one of them, starting right now."
He understood. A week wasn't long in comparison to their
five years as lovers, but it was all they had. He was determined
that neither of them would ever forget that week.
His hands lovingly slid around the proud cones of her
breasts. So soft and smooth and sleek they felt. For the first
time in years, he realized just how much he liked to have his
hands on his sister - and how much she loved it.
He felt a flush of guilt. Here he was making love to his
teen-age sister and Tanya was waiting for him, their marriage only
eight days away. He loved the girl; he didn't doubt that, never
doubted that. Yet, he wondered if she would ever be able to
extinguish the desire he carried in his loins for Cari.
His fingers were now at the very peaks of his sister's tits.
He scissored the plump little buds he found there between his
fingers, eliciting a series of throaty moans from the sexy young
blonde.
"Deeper, I want to feel you deeper inside me," the girl
moaned, her head lolling from side to side.
There was only one way to do that. He increased the tempo of
his strokes, drilling into the heated recesses of the kneeling
girl's cunt. Their bodies slapped together in a resounding erotic
rhythm.
The sensuality of their carnal union flowed through him,
awakening every cell of his body. He felt each deep-grinding
shaft of his prick. He felt the grasping tightness of her vaginal
channel, squeezing and milking along the throbbing length of his
prick.
As much as he tried to control himself, it was no good. His
body was on a one-way skyrocketing path toward climax. There was
no way he could stem the burning flood that boiled within his
testicles.
However, there was a way he could see to it that his sister
reached the unleashing of her lust with him. He released his grip
on one of her tits and ran a hand down to the moist slit of her
pussy. Extended and waiting for his probing finger, he found her
clit.
The young girl jolted and bucked, crying out her ecstasy.
She came just in time to receive the blasting fountains of come
her brother spurted into the quivering folds of her cunt.
Chapter 6
"The first motel," Tanya had said as a joke when Chance first
asked her where she'd like to go on their honeymoon. Chance
wanted Spain, and Tanya decided England or Italy would be nice.
In the end, they compromised on Miami since it was the only spot
the young attorney's bank book could afford, especially since it
was just before the winter tourist season.
"Shall we go downstairs for dinner?" Chance turned to his new
wife after the bell hop left them alone in their suite. "Or would
you prefer room service?"
"Are you kidding? I've been waiting for this for three
months," Tanya said, "and if you think you're going to walk out of
this room to get something to eat, just forget it, Mr. Chance
Weston."
He laughed. He had no intention of leaving the room. He
also had waited three months for this night.
"Now, you wait right here," Tanya said, pulling a small
suitcase from the bed. "It'll take me a little while to prepare
myself."
She started toward the bathroom connected to their bedroom.
Chance called after her, "Hey, wait a minute! The wedding's over.
We're married now. Don't I get to shower with you?"
The beautiful new bride shivered visibly, with excitement,
not fear. "That's one of the sexiest ideas I've heard lately . .
. but not now, love. Don't be mad, please. I've been planning
for this ever since you popped the question. Put up with me for a
few more minutes."
"Yes, ma'am," he said with a nod. "Anything you want. I'll
be waiting right here."
He didn't mind. Despite the mutual knowledge of their
bodies, Tanya was still a virgin - still a girl. And she was
nervous. She wanted him, had wanted him for three months, but she
still held that girlish fear of the unknown, that uncertainty of
taking a man into her body, the transition from girl to woman. He
could wait and let things happen as they happened. This night
would be good for him. He just wanted to make sure it was good
for her.
The sound of a shower came from the bathroom. He smiled and
rose from the edge of the bed where he had been sitting. Quickly
scooting their luggage to one side of the room, he opened one bag
and extracted a robe and a shaving kit. There was another
bathroom attached to the living area of their suite. This he used
for a quick shower and shave. And afterward, a brisk dash of
Russian Leather. It was Tanya's favorite.
Slipping into the robe, he walked back into the bedroom.
There, tucked beneath the bed, was the ice bucket, two glasses,
and bottle of champagne he had ordered to be secreted there when
he made the reservations. He pulled them out and placed them on
the dresser. He had quietly extracted the cork and poured two
chilled glasses by the time Tanya's shower stopped. Leaving the
glasses on the dresser, he returned to sit on the edge of the bed.
A moment later the door to the bathroom opened and Tanya
stepped out.
He found himself sucking in a deep breath in an involuntary
reaction. She was beautiful, an alluring goddess come to earth.
"Like it?" she asked, uncertainty in her voice. "I picked it
out especially for tonight."
"Beautiful," he nodded unable to find the words to all the
things he was feeling. "The most beautiful woman in the world."
His virgin bride wore a long, black, lacy negligee. It was
sheer, giving glimpses of the voluptuous body beneath, but the
intricate pattern of the lace completely obscured all the vital
areas of her body.
"I thought black would be sexier than white," she said,
smiling now that she realized he did indeed like the gown. "It's
also easy to get out of."
Rising from the bed, he walked to her and pulled her to him,
holding her tenderly while they kissed long and lovingly. The
fabric of the gown was so thin he could feel her warmth suffuse
through it.
"Mrs. Weston, have I told you I love you?"
"Not in the past half-hour," she said with a pleased sigh as
their lips parted. "And that's thirty minutes too long."
"I love you." They kissed again, her arms holding him a
little bit tighter, but he could detect traces of tension and
nervousness within her. He expected that. Thus the champagne.
When they separated again, he reached to the dresser and
lifted their glasses.
"Mmmmmmm," she said sipping the golden wine. "This is a nice
surprise."
"Especially for you," he replied. It was. A bit of alcohol
would help relax her, and that was what he wanted. Too much would
numb her. Exactly what he didn't want.
So by the time they had shared that one glass and several
more kisses, he was ready to get down to the matter at hand -
making love to his wife.
"Do you want me to take this off?" she asked, indicating she
was ready for the real wedding.
"I'd rather." He reached out and slowly unfastened the
buttons of her gown. Her eyes were on his. Her breathing was
short and quick, nervous.
When the last button came free, he slowly opened the gown,
like an artist unveiling a sculpture. It slid from her shoulders
and dropped to the floor around her ankles.
His eyes took in all of her, devouring the unashamed beauty
that stood before him. It was the first time he had ever seen her
totally naked, and all the hints he had before didn't equal the
magnificent woman that now offered herself to him - his wife.
Her hair, raven black and shining, hung loosely at her
shoulders in a neat flip. Her breasts, though he had seen and
played with them before, now looked opulently large, like creamy
melons, ripe and full. Her stomach, flat and taut, trembled
slightly as his eyes roved downward. Her hips were flared,
feminine and seductive. Her calves shapely and her thighs supple
and smooth. But his eyes focused on the dark triangle of fleece
bushed over the womanly bulge of her pubis. There awaited the
virgin treasure his bride brought this wedding night. His cock
twitched and jerked, coming to life at his crotch.
"Beautiful," he whispered again, once more taking her in his
arms and kissing her.
Despite her understandable nervousness, she melted against
him. Her mouth reached for his and accepted the probing of his
hungry tongue. His hands caressed the silky smoothness of her
back, reveling in the feel of her nakedness. He moaned softly as
she pressed the waiting knoll of her sex against the rising stalk
of his prick.
He wanted this girl-woman. Every cell of his body ached for
her. His excitement was a fiery ball of need. He wanted to lay
her on the bed and mount her, blasting her full of the desire he
had contained within him for three months.
To have done that would have ruined everything. Unlike the
eager boy-men who rape their brides, either out of ignorance or a
juvenile belief that a woman is satisfied by just having a cock
slammed into her cunt, Chance Weston was a man. And he knew that
what happened this night could well shape the sex life he and
Tanya would share throughout their marriage. His primary task was
not to sate his own carnal needs and lusts, but to see that this
black-haired temptress was introduced to the pleasures a man and
woman share, that she was satisfied. Then, she would satisfy him.
As their tongues danced and duelled around in their mouths,
taunting and thrilling, he edged her toward the bed and lowered
her atop the mattress. They embraced, holding each other close
before he rose above her.
His eyes roved over the voluptuous curves of his new bride's
body again. The now domed mounds of her breasts, shimmering like
satin-covered pillows. Her dark nipples standing atop each, stiff
and hard in arousal. The haloes around those tempting buttons
sleek and stretched looking.
Her thighs opened, parting for his intimate gaze. Small
droplets of moisture welled from the lips of her vulva, lubricants
already flowing within her virginal body, preparing the channel of
her quim for him. She shivered, raising her arms, beckoning him
to her.
Pulling on the sash of his robe, he pushed it back over his
shoulders, dropping it to the floor. His cock, thick and swollen
with pulsating need, lanced from his groin. The black-tressed
temptress stretched out before him trembled. Her eyes widened as
they drifted down to his crotch.
"Big, you look so big," she said, her eyes remaining on the
fat bludgeon of his sex. "I've never seen you so big."
He moved beside her, sitting on the edge of the bed and
kissing her. The action took her gaze away from his cock. It
wasn't larger than when she had held it, jacking it off. However,
now, knowing his thick root would soon he shoved deeply inside her
body, it seemed to have grown. She saw him through the uncertain
eyes of a girl. His kiss took her attention off his size and
redirected it back to his love for her.
Lovingly, his tongue teased around in the warm sweetness of
her mouth. He kissed her firmly, with apparent eagerness, but
tenderly, purposely controlling his own need so as not to scare
her.
At the same time, his hand moved to her chest, gently
fondling the bountiful mounds of titflesh she sported. His palms
languorously slid around their bulging contours, working upward in
titillating spirals. His fingertips found the rubbery points of
her resilient tits and caressed them, working all sorts of fiery
sensations within her, thrills that raced on a direct line to the
waiting cleft of her loins.
Unhurried, he toyed with her mammoth breasts until they
heaved in deep, labored breaths. Then he slowly let his right
hand drift downward, over her fluttering belly, and into the dark
strands of her pubic moss. He found the silk-fringed slit of her
virgin pussy and ran a fingertip up and down its slightly parted
lips.
Accustomed to his touch, her body trained to the feel of his
hands over three months, she spread her legs wider for him. When
her thighs opened, his delving finger slipped into the outer lips
of her labia. Thick, syrupy juices flowed from the well of her
body. She was wet and ready, but being ready wasn't enough for
him. When he entered her for the first time, he wanted her
aching, every nerve crying out for the feel of his cock.
Upward, his finger tickled, finding the nubbin of her clit.
He rubbed and rolled it tenderly. She moaned around the mouthful
of tongue he fed her. Her hands slipped down along his chest and
over the rippled muscles of his stomach. At last her hands found
the rigid stalk of his prick. As she had done for three months,
she began jacking at the unyielding wand of lust.
Using a soft, stroking motion, he slowly whipped at the fiery
needs of her body. At the same time, her hands tightened around
him, moving up and down. This was the way he wanted it.
Everything was familiar to her. She knew the pleasure of his
hands. He wanted her to associate that with the greater pleasure
he could give with his cock.
Her moans were constant now, quick pants of arousal. She
writhed beside him, her hips undulating in rhythm with his teasing
finger. She was close, rapildly rushing toward climax. But he
didn't want to finger-fuck her. For three months, she had been
brought off by his cajoling fingers.
He eased his hand away from the tremulous groove of her sex.
"Ohhhh," she groaned in disappointment, her hips thrusting up
trying to recapture his digit. Then she moaned what he was hoping
for. "This! Oh God, Chance! I want this! I want you inside
me."
She tugged at his painfully aching prick, urging him to mount
her ready and willing body. He came atop her, supporting his
weight on his elbows. Without directions, she placed the engorged
crown of his glans at the mouth of her pussy, slipping it into the
outer lips of her labia.
Her eyes, black and shining, gazed up at him. Will it hurt?"
"Just for a second or two," he whispered in a reassuring
voice. "Then it will never hurt again."
He watched her suck in a deep breath. "I'm ready. I want
you and I want to feel you. Make me your woman."
He nodded.
His hips swung inward. Moisted by his own preseminal juices
and the slippery fluids of her pussy, he shafted up into the
quivering channel of her virginal cunt. There was a brief moment
of resistance. Then her maidenhead gave way before the ramming
strength of his cock.
"Oh!" She whimpered, her eyes clamped shut tightly. Her
whole body tensed, then relaxed. Her eyes fluttered open again
and she smiled up at him. "Is that it?"
He grinned and nodded again. "I'm in you, all the way."
"It didn't hurt a tenth of what I was expecting." Her head
lifted from the pillow and she kissed him. "Make love to me,
Chance. Your woman wants her husband to make love to her."
"With you," he said, correcting her. "We make love
together."
He eased back. She winced, still tender and raw from his
stiff penetration. He stroked in, another wince. A third stroke,
a fourth, a fifth. The winces disappeared and the voluptuous
beauty under him sighed, her eyes fluttering closed.
"It feels good!" She ran her hands down, caressing the balls
of his ass. "It feels sooo good! Just like I knew it would."
It did. She was like velvet inside. The wet folds of her
virgin cunt clung to the hard length of his cock. As he eased out
the moist pinkness of her channel gripped at him, flowering
outward. Then with only the swollen head of his glans within her
body, he shafted down, turning the folds in on themselves.
"I was wrong," she crooned. "This is better than I imagined.
I feel so full. It's wonderful. I feel like a . . . like a
woman!"
"You are," he said, leaning forward and kissing her.
He moaned. Suddenly the sheath of her cunt tightened,
squeezing around his lust-filled rod. The spongy folds of her
quim relaxed and tautened again, eliciting another moan from the
depths of his throat.
The beautiful woman under him laughed, her eyes flashing open
with a glint of delight. I think my husband liked that." She
emphasized her statement by squeezing down again.
"You know I did," he answered with an appreciative kiss.
Stroking in and out of her wet, juicy pussy, he accustomed
her to the feel of him. Her tenderness completely vanished, as
the lubricants flowed from her depths, bathing his hardness in
their viscosity.
Slowly at first, working to a steady, even rhythm, he fed
himself in and out of her body. She responded, her hips naturally
taking up the tempo of his deeply probing prick. As he slithered
into the welcoming channel of her love, her pelvis rose to meet
him. As he eased back, her hips fell back on the mattress.
How long he kept up the ever-rising and falling motion of his
hips, he didn't know. He was lost in the feel of her, consumed by
his love for this woman who now shared his name and bed. However,
she eventually pulled him down atop her so that his full weight
crushed her into the bed. His arms no longer needed for support,
he turned his hands to fondling and toying with her breasts, and
finally running a hand down between their cores to the extended
nubbin of her clit.
She came while his flnger playfully cajoled that all-
important point of feminine sensuality. While she rocked and
tremored beneath him, he continuously shafted his cock in and out
of her body.
"My God, Chance, that was wonderful," she said hugging him
tightly when the last trembles of her climax passed. "I knew
you'd be good - I knew it!"
"I'm only here to serve," he grinned. "Your pleasure is
mine."
She shivered and thrust her hips up to greet the inrushing
fatness of his prick. Her pelvis undulated, swirling him around
within her.
"I think I'm in love," she sighed, squeezing down around him.
"In love with this."
He jerked out and shafted back into the humid interior of her
belly. "That, my young lady, is called a cock."
"My husband's cock," she smiled dreamily. "And I'm in love
with it. I could lay here the rest of my life, just feeling you
move within me."
"That would be nice," he said, his mouth finding the arch of
her neck and nibbling at it. She sighed, letting her pelvis rise
and fall with the strokes of prick.
"Is it good . . . I mean . . . am I . . ." her voice was
unsure, hesitant.
"Well worth the three months," he assured her. "And it will
only get better."
Her arms hugged at him again and she pulled his mouth to
hers. They kissed long and lingering, their tongues flicking and
duelling passionately. "I want it again," she said as they
parted. "I want my husband to . . . to . . ."
"Fuck you?"
"Yes! I want you to fuck me!"
Immediately, his hips increased the ardent tempo of his lust
and love. He pistoned hard and deep into the welcoming socket of
her aroused quim. His fat cock-crown reamed upward, splaying the
folds of her pussy and pushing into the innermost resources of her
body.
There was no hesitance on her part now. The unknown was
known. She had felt the pleasure of their bodies and loved it.
Now she passionately accepted the hard thrust of his pelvis. She
willingly took his full length into the fleshy pocket of her cunt,
savoring the feel of him within her. She hunched and writhed
under him. Her tits, firm balls of delight, rolled against his
naked chest, their hard nipples hitting at his skin.
She came a second time without the fondling help of his
finger. She cried out and rocked under him. Caught in the
blasting pleasure of her carnal release, her hands pulled at his
ass, as if trying to draw him, balls and all, within the quivering
mouth of her sex.
She descended again, only to discover that his cock still
rammed in and out of her body. "God, what kind of man have I
married?"
"One who can't get enough of his wife," he said, lunging into
the liquid heat of her cunt. "I don't think I'll ever be able to
do that."
"Good," she sighed. "Because I know I'll never be able to
get enough of you."
Up his hips lurched, then downward he speared into the
enveloping folds of her sex. Harder and deeper he drove the
swollen circumference of his prick, as though he intended to
thrust himself up into her mouth. She offered no complaints, only
moans that deepened with each lunge.
She was rising toward another climax, he realized. Pleased,
he thrusted deeper into her receptive body. His balls were not
fiery cores of need. Each drive his cock made sent burning
thrills coursing through the open nerve endings of his body. His
temples pounded with the rush of his lust.
"That's it," the woman beneath him moaned. "Yessss, you
fantastic man! Fuck me! Fuck me!"
He slammed down, grinding his pelvis into the firmness of her
pubis. He jerked up only to ream back into the juicy pinkness of
her cunt. She was hot and oh so tight.
She writhed under him again, her hips arching up to capture
each descending lunge of his inflexible rod. Her hands were on
his back, fingernails raking his flesh.
"It's happening" she groaned, her body tensing. "It's
happening again!"
She came, for the third time that night, his virgin bride
came. Yet, still he plowed the furrow of her sex, driving in and
out of that hungry mouth between her legs. He shafted hard and
deep, holding back the flood surging within him.
Then, when her eyes, misted with pleasure, opened again, he
came; letting his walls of self-control tumble, he came.
Hot blasts of need jetted from the head of his cock. He
groaned under the spasmodic release of his lust. Three months of
waiting fountained from his balls, gratefully spewing into the
contracting tunnel of her love mound. He thrust deep, burying
himself ball deep within her.
Again and again, the volcanic cream of his loins blasted out.
He splattered his seed over the virgin folds of her quim. He
filled her to the brim, then fountained a gallon or two more into
her body until the opalescent viscosity of his release oozed from
her pussy lips and trickled down her thighs.
Sated and drained, he lay atop her, panting while she hugged
and kissed him gratefully. He tried to roll from atop her,
fearing his weight was rapidly becoming uncomfortable for her.
But she wouldn't allow it.
"No," she said, her voice determined. "I've waited too long
for this. I don't want to lose it. I just want to feel you in
me. I don't care if you never come out of me."
He did not protest, but simply lay there enjoying the
wonderful feel of her beneath him. They went to sleep that way
their first night, his quiescent prick still nestled in her semen-
drenched cunt.
Chapter 7
They awoke the next morning and made love. Like the night
before, it was long, slow, and passionate. Chance had judged his
young bride correctly. Despite her hangup about her virginity,
she was a fiery beauty, just waiting for the right man to open the
doors of carnal pleasure for her. He was grateful that he was
that man.
Afterwards, they took that shower together. Each playfully
sudsed the other, enjoying the soapy feel of their naked bodies.
Then, slipping only into their robes, they called room service and
ordered a light breakfast.
"Well, how would Mrs. Weston like to spend the day?" He
leaned back and gazed at his new bride. "It's sunny out and the
beach looks nice."
"Do they believe in nude bathing in Miami?" Tanya said,
standing before him.
"Not that I know of."
"Well, then, I don't think I want to swim. I'd sort of
thought we could just stay in the room and lay around naked," she
said. "For three months our clothes have hampered us. Now I
don't want to put them back on. Besides, I like the way you look
at me."
"There's a lot to look at," he grinned. "And if we're going
to stay in the room today, why in the hell do you still have that
robe on?"
"I never thought you'd ask me to take it off," she said,
rising from the couch and heading toward the bedroom. "Let me
hang this up and I'll be right back."
He didn't wait. Shedding his own robe in the living room of
their suite, he ambushed her at the doorway, playfully throwing
her down on their bed.
"Now I've got you," he said, leering lewdly down at her
supple nakedness. "I've been watching you strut your stuff around
town for weeks, now I'm going to show you mine!"
"Oh no!" she cried gleefully. "It's the friendly
neighborhood rapist!"
"Right! Don't try to fight it! Just lay back and enjoy it
while I lick that delicious looking pussy of yours!"
"Chance!"
"Huh?"
"You're going to do what?"
"I'm going to kiss and lick my wife's pussy until she's all
juicy and hot."
"Mmmmmmmm, you say the nicest things! It sounds so sexy!"
Once he had proposed going down on her, but she had evaded
his suggestion. Now, apparently, the thought didn't bother her.
It sure as hell didn't bother him.
Climbing onto the bed beside her, he spread her creamy,
smooth thighs and leaned down to plant a long, hard kiss on her
vulva. She moaned, squirming a little under his intimate contact.
"That is nice," she sighed, her hands caressing the back of
his head. "I remember when you first suggested this to me. It
scared me. You know, something everybody thinks is dirty and
giggles about."
"And now," he asked, letting his tongue taunt at the lips of
her pussy.
"It's just sexy!" She gasped as his tongue-tip dipped into
the crease of her sex. "I want it. I want to feel your tongue
licking at me."
"Licking your pussy!"
"Yessssss, licking my pussy!"
That's exactly what he did. Hungry and greedy, he lapped up
and down the cleft of her loins. He laved around, sucking away
the fresh flow of feminine juices welling from her quim. He
tapped and toyed his oral digit around the budding button of her
clit. She went wild.
"It's soooooo good!" The raven-haired seductress moaned,
writhing atop the bed. "It feels like your finger - only a
hundred times better!"
He worked his tongue down, driving it into the channel of her
pussy. Then he drug it back up to her clit. It didn't take too
long until the voluptuous temptress was moaning continuously. Her
body trembled and quaked. Her back arched and her pelvis hunched,
striving to meet each inquisitive probe of his tongue.
He ate at her, licking, lapping and laving until her whole
body exploded, lost in the ecstasy of climax again. He had given
her the taste of his mouth and she had found it to her enjoyment.
"That was marvelous," she said in a husky, dreamy voice when
she descended from the clouds of pleasure. "Do you know any other
fantastic tricks like that?"
He grinned. I've married a greedy wench."
"I told you I would be," she said, pushing up on her elbows.
"You don't know what the past three months have been like for me."
"About the same as they were for me," he said. "Hands are
nice, but there are so many more avenues that are much nicer."
"Oh!" Her eyes focused on his crotch and the stiff length of
his prick. His pussy eating had gotten to him. "You're hard
again!"
"I'm like that," he laughed. "There's something about my
wife's lovely pussy that does that to me."
"It's so beautiful," she said, reaching out and stroking her
fingers up and down his prick. "It feels so soft and smooth, yet
hard and strong at the same time. It makes me all wet inside just
to touch you."
"I've noticed," he said, kissing her cheek.
"Would you think it wicked of me, if I said I want to kiss
you there?"
"And where is that?"
"Here," she said, squeezing his prick. "On your penis."
"That's my cock," he said. "A penis is something I urinate
with. A cock is something I make love to my wife with."
"My cock!" she said, with a grin. "This is mine now."
"That it is," he grinned. "And did you think it was wicked
that I kissed your pussy?"
"Yes, wonderfully so," she replied, jacking up and down on
his rod. "That's why I thought you might like it too."
"I'd love it!"
He watched her scurry around so that she knelt at his side.
He rolled to his back on the bed, his cock shafting up into the
air. As he watched, she leaned over and kissed the engorged crown
of his prick. He moaned, his shaft jerking and twitching with
excitement.
"You do love, it!" she said gleefully.
Her head came back down, her lips remaining against his cock-
tip longer this time. He wanted to tell her to suck him, to lick,
to eat his needy stalk of dick, but he didn't want to scare her,
frighten her. This was the first time for his beautiful wife, he
didn't want it to be the last.
Suddenly her lips parted and her mouth pouted over the knob
of his glans. She took him into her face, hesitant and unsure of
exactly what she was supposed to do. He moaned, loving the warm,
humid feel of her mouth wrapped around him. She sucked a bit,
then pulled her head from his prick.
Her lips smacked a bit and he could feel her rolling her
tongue around within her mouth. She had taken a taste of his
preseminal juices with her.
"Surprising," she said, turning her head to him. "I thought
there would be a real strong taste. It's sort of bland, a bit of
a saline undertaste. Not bad at all."
Before he could comment, her head had dropped back to his
prick and she once more busied him with her mouth. This time
there was less hesitancy. Hungrily, she sucked at him, her cheeks
hollowing deeply. Her tongue also came into play, swirling around
and around over the sensitive surface of his glans.
Appreciatively, he reached down and stroked the uptilted
curves of her exposed ass. She moaned around her mouthful of cock
and excited waves of gooseflesh rippled up and down her spine. He
scooted down a bit, letting his fingers play between her legs,
bushing over the soft fleece of her pubis. More cock-muffled moans
resulted.
As he watched, the delicately sucking woman suddenly sucked
in a deep breath through her nostrils and dropped down about half
the length of his prick. She pulled off quickly, coughing.
"I got a little bit excited and took more than I could
handle," she said, turning to him again. "But if at first you
don't succeed . . ."
Her mouth returned to his rod. This time her lips cautiously
crept down his swollen circumference. He didn't push her. As
much as he wanted to grab the back of her head and hunch himself
into her cock-worshipping mouth, he contained himself. It took
time and practice for a woman to accustom herself to taking a man
in her mouth. The gag reflex had to be overcome so that the thick
lance of a man's sex could slide into her throat. That this young
beauty wanted him in her mouth was enough.
Upward, in a tight elastic ring, her mouth inched back to the
throbbing tip of his shaft. She sucked deeply, pulling at the
arrowhead shape of his glans. Her tongue was there, a wet whip of
pleasure that lashed across the agitated surface of his prick-tip.
He moaned. A hand cupped the hairy bag of his testicles.
Long cool fingers cradled his balls, toying with their kidney
shapes, making them shoot back and forth within the confines of
their sac.
Down her lips rode the meaty rail of his sex. Her tongue
curled around his pulsing circumference, licking and bathing him
in the moisture of her mouth. He ached, his balls on fire from
her stimulating caresses.
Up again she rose, sucking, eating at his stalk of manmeat.
Then down, then up, then down. Her head bobbed, rising and
falling. His cock, slick with her saliva, vanished into her face,
then slid out again in a steady even rhythm. In a matter of
moments, his new bride had proven herself to be quite an
accomplished cocksucker, a talent that pleased him immensely.
He watched his thick column of sex pack and re-pack her face.
She accepted the ponderous burden, though her cheeks bulged
outward with his massive bigness. She sucked and ate vigorously,
apparently enjoying her first attempt at cocksucking as much as he
was.
He didn't try to hold back the consuming need of his groin.
Instead, he moaned down to her. "Coming, I'm coming."
Immediately, her mouth clamped over his aching shaft in a
tight sheath. Hot, thick fountains of semen blasted from the
pinprick mouth of his cock. He saw her throat twitch and bob as
she drank down the scalding flood of his seed.
She didn't stop sucking until the last drop of his release
was milked from his sated cock and he reached down and eased her
worshipping lips from his shaft. He pulled her up to him and
kissed the lips that had so marvelously tended his need.
They lay there, each of them, fondling and exploring the
nakedness of their bodies. Their mouths and tongues kissed at any
bare flesh that happened to show itself. They hugged and rolled,
reveling in the wonderful feel of skin on skin, the magic of a man
and woman sharing the pleasures of their bodies.
His hands eventually found their way to her ass. He squeezed
the half-moons of delight. To his surprise, she shivered,
pressing herself even closer to him. His fingers kneaded into
those tempting cushions again, eliciting a similar response from
the raven-haired seductress.
"I think my wife likes to have a man's hands on her bottom,"
he whispered while his lips busied the delicate lobe of her ear.
"Your hands," she sighed, wiggling even closer, the soft
fleece of her pubis rubbing against the limp hose of his drained
cock. "I like your hands on me . . . anywhere."
But his reaction went beyond just "like." She moaned and
trembled as his fingers continued to tread the pliant flesh of her
haunches. Her own hands began to imitate his, squeezing and
pulling at the rounded pads of his buttocks.
Following the instincts of a lover who wishes to please his
woman, he wiggled a finger into the warm crease of her rump. The
shivery excitement increased to a high-pitched fervor, culminating
in a shrill of delight when his fingertips brushed over the
puckered mouth of her anus.
"God!" She shuddered, her pelvis hunching violently into his
crotch. "That feels good!"
"Mmmmm, does it now?"
"You don't know how good," she said. "It gives me those same
wicked shivery sensations that I got when you licked my pussy."
"My pussy," he corrected.
She nodded, her lips parting as if to speak. Then another
moan escaped from the depths of her throat. He had just tickled a
fingertip up into the tight confines of her rectum.
"Chance! Oh Chance," she groaned, her ass pushing back as
though trying to entrap the probing digit. "I can feel it!"
His instincts had been right. Her perky little bottom was as
sensual as the rest of her magnificent body. He worked his
fingertip around within her, creating all sorts of arousing
sensations in his young bride. He didn't try to wedge his finger
in deeply. It was unlubricated and he didn't want to tear or
damage the delicate membrane of her rectal channel. He just
wanted to excite her, and give her a taste of what now titillated
his own mind.
"Different," she moaned in a panting voice. "It feels so
different. What are you doing to me?"
"Loving you," he said, kissing down the graceful, white arch
of her neck. "Showing you all the pleasures I can give."
"You're getting hard again," she murmured, thrusting her
crotch into him. "I can feel you twitching and growing."
He was. The deflated snake of his penis was throbbing back
to life. The very thought of what entered his mind was like a
stiff jolt of erotic strength.
"I dont believe it," she said. "All those books I read said
a man needs time to rest and recuperate after climax. What are
you, some kind of superman?"
"Didn't you notice the big "S" on my longjohns," he chuckled,
tickling his finger around in the hot little mouth of her anus.
"All those books didn't mention the effects a sexy woman has on a
man. Turns a ninety-eight pound weakling into a horny sex fiend!"
"Ohhhh!" His finger eased up inside her a bit more. He
didn't know where it was coming from, but her asshole suddenly
seemed moist, as though trying to accommodate his delving digit.
"I think my sweet young wife has the desire to be buggered,"
he said moving his finger back and forth in penis-imitating
fashion.
"Chance!" She tried to sound shocked, but the quavering of
her words and the weak trembly shivers of her body gave her away.
"You don't mean . . ."
"That's exactly what I mean!" He hugged her close, his
probing digit working its exciting sensations within her ass. "I
think my wife would like to feel a cock up her ass."
"Why, that's . . . that's . . ."
"Sodomy, buggery, cornholing," he said completing her
statement for her. "It's also very nice. That is, if you want
it."
"I don't know . . ." She shivered some more, stirred by the
finger wiggling around within her rectum. "Yesss, dammit! I do
want it. I want to give you all of me. I'm tired of being a
virgin!"
He kissed her, throwing his tongue deeply into her mouth as
she surrendered to him. They held there long and lingering, until
at last, both had to come up for air.
"What do you want me to do?" she asked, unsure of what was to
happen, but willing to do whatever he said.
"First off," he said, "we need some type of lubricant. This
tight little ass doesn't have the juices your pussy produces. Do
you have any petroleum jelly?"
"Sorry," she replied with a shake of her head. "I know it's
supposed to be the virgin bride's handy remedy, but I also knew
what you did to me. I didn't think we'd have any need."
"Hmmmmm," he pondered, slowing slipping his finger from her
asshole. She moaned in disappointment. "No problem. I think our
breakfast might provide a solution."
"Breakfast?" She looked at him as though he had lost his
marbles. "You're not thinking about jelly are you? I mean real
jelly?"
He laughed. "Close, but not quite there. Don't worry, just
lay here and relax. I'll be back in a moment."
He found what he was looking for amid the remnants of their
room service breakfast - three pats of butter - slick and
slippery, just what he was looking for. She smiled when he
entered the room carrying the small platter of butter.
"A man with a quick mind, that's what I like," she chuckled.
"Now what should I do?"
"On your hands and knees. I'll take care of the rest," he
directed, climbing back on the bed with her. "Just try to relax.
This little mouth is a lot smaller than your pussy, even though
it's tight."
She nodded, doing as he said. The naked demi-globes of her
ass, eggshell white, and smooth like satin, wiggled up at him. He
leaned forward and kissed each of the tempting cushions. She
sighed while goosebumps erupted along her spine.
Working his index finger around in one of the butter pats, he
coated it, then eased the half-moons of the woman's ass apart.
The dark, little ring of her anus lay open to his view.
"This might be a bit cold," he said, using his finger to
smear the butter over the puckered mouth of her asshole.
"Oh!" She squealed under the initimate contact. "It is cold,
but it feels good!"
He smiled, using his finger to swirl up some more of the
butter and return it to her ass. Slowly, slickening the tight
mouth of her anus, he worked his finger into her backside. He
used two of the pads, making sure the taut tunnel of her bowels
was slippery and greased. Without the careful preparation any
attempt at penetrating her from the back would be painful,
terribly painful, at the very least. At the worse, he could rip
and tear the delicate membrane of her rectum. Only a brutal
sadist would want that. What he wanted was pleasure, for her and
for him.
She crooned eagerly as his finger worked up into the hot
tunnel of her ass. Her body moved and trembled with each swirling
stroke of his digit. She was ready and willing. Having felt the
carnal delight of having a man entrenched in the warm sheath of
her quim and feeling the throbbing excitement of a man in her
mouth, she was ardent in her need to discover the pulsing hardness
of a cock shoved up the virgin channel of her back.
"Just another moment or two," he whispered. "Think relax.
Let every muscle in your body go limp."
"That's impossible," she replied. "I'm excited!"
He grinned, understanding her anticipation. He was excited
too. "Try to relax. Just concentrate on relaxing."
She nodded. "Yes, sir, whatever you say. But it will be
damn hard."
He used the last pat of butter to prepare himself. Quickly he
ran the lubricating butter up and down the length of his rigid
shaft. He coated every inch of his manhood, paying especial
attention to the blood-filled knob of his glans, making sure it
was slick and slippery to ease his entrance into her anus.
The butter was cold. But the coolness did nothing to
diminish his lusty need to penetrate the tight confines of his new
bride's virgin ass.
"Now," he said in a soft, reassuring voice. "We'll take this
slow and easy. If it hurts, tell me. I'll stop immediately. I
don't want to hurt you. Understand?"
"Yes," she said. "But I know it won't hurt. I want this too
much for it to hurt."
Grasping each cheek of her alluring hindquarters, he spread
them widely. The slackened ring of her anus lay before him like a
dark bull's eye.
He eased forward, pressing the plum-like crown of his cock
against the puckered mouth. The dark-tressed beauty kneeling
before him moaned and trembled, aroused by the pulsing contact of
his sex.
"Relax," he whispered. "Think relax."
Her head bobbed between her shoulders. He felt the tension
in her buttocks ease, as she prepared to receive the hard length
of his prick.
He pressed forward again. The engorged crown of his cock
flattened against the clamped mouth of her anus. He increased
pressure, pushing harder into her. The puckered ring still did
not give. Her flesh sank in, forming a slight depression, then a
dark cavern around his stiff stalk.
"Relax," he said. "Relax, relax."
Again, he felt her tense, then relax. The hard nodes ringing
the mouth of her backside softened a little, then went flaccid.
The strong cincture of her ass gave way. With a sucking, plopping
sound, the head of his cock vanished into the little, brown hole
of her rear.
"Oh!" She grunted. Immediately, she clamped back down,
squeezing his entrenched glans, as though trying to expell it from
her bowels. "Don't move! I wasn't ready for that! You feel so
big! It hurts . . . not bad . . . it hurts good! Give me time to
get used to the feel of you."
He did. Kneeling there behind her, he waited until she got
used to the sensation of having his swollen glans plugged into the
mouth of her anus. She squeezed and relaxed. Her asshole
quivered and trembled, as though trying to push the massive
invader out of her body. However, he remained ensconced within
her.
After a moment or two, the quivering of her asshole stopped
and she relaxed. "Now, come inside me. I think I'm ready, but go
slow, please."
At her request, he languidly slithered the bone-hard ramrod
of his prick up into the smooth, round channel of her bottom.
Inch by fat inch, he fed himself into her virgin asshole. The
lust-laden head of his prick opened her, spreading wide the taut
walls of her rectum. He penetrated her, easily drilling into the
butter-slicked crevice of her backside.
"Stop!" she moaned out. Her rectum squeezed tightly around
the entrenched length of his manly spike. "I can't take any more.
God! It feels so big! I feel as though I'm about to split wide
open. I don't think I can take another inch!"
"There's no need to," he said softly. "I'm all the way in
you."
"Thank God!" she said with a bit of relief. "You can't
imagine how I feel. It's so different. Good, but different. I
can feel you, every inch of you, each throb and twitch. It's so
different than having you inside my pussy."
"Do you want me to come out?"
"NO!!!" She was very firm on that point. "I said it was
good! It will just take me some time to get used to having you up
me this way."
He didn't mind waiting. The round channel of her rectum felt
as if it were made for the burning lance of his cock. The walls
of her bowels molded tightly around him, fitting snugly to the
swollen contours of his prick. Smooth, like velvet, she felt.
And tight! Tight really didn't describe it. Vise-like would
have been closer. And hot! Volcanic fire licked around and along
his adamantine length, consuming him in ball-aching pleasure.
Each time she squeezed, feeling out the ponderous circumference of
the bigness rooted deeply within her bowels, he groaned, his
testicles doing wild gymnastics in the security of their wrinkled
sac.
"Move," she said, panting. "Slow, but I want to feel you
move."
Slow was the way he moved. He eased back, inching the
massive stalk of his prodder out of her asshole. Delicious
friction burned along his rod, fire leaped over the bulbous head
of his cock, searing it.
Outward he pulled until only his glans remained embedded
within her. He paused there a moment, then pressed back in. Once
again, he opened her, spreading wide the taut tightness of her
bowels. Then back he pulled, vacating her back tunnel. Then in,
packing her with the swollen bulk of his prick.
She moaned now, soft and aroused. The gentle pistoning of
his manhood was creating new waves of sensual thrills for her
inexperienced body. She relaxed as he drilled ball-deep into the
heated confines of her ass, then squeezed down with fantastic
tightness as he pulled back.
Without further directions from the raven-tressed goddess
kneeling before him, he increased the tempo of his in-out strokes.
She accepted him, wantonly welcoming the deep-probing shafts of
his manmeat.
Her body began to move, hesitantly at first, then with
growing fervor. As he poled into the burning socket of her ass,
she thrust back, swallowing up the thick, swollen root of his sex.
She rocked forward, sliding off his meaty rail as he pulled out.
Within moments, their rhythm matched perfectly.
"You're doing it!" she groaned, pleasure in her words.
"You're fucking my ass!"
He was. No longer were his strokes slow and easy. Now he was
drilling long and hard into the welcoming pocket of her rear
channel. His need for this woman seemed insatiable. The three
months he waited for her now seemed more than worth it - a feeling
she apparently shared.
Reaching down around her slim waist, he ran a hand to her
crotch. While he slipped a finger up into the wet cleft of her
loins, his thumb gently caressed the nubbin of her aroused clit.
The reaction was an explosive mixture of love and lust. She
bucked back, impaling herself on him. She jerked forward, sucking
at his prick with the mouth of her rear. At the same time, he
poled in and out of her wanton ass. He finger-fucked her, playing
with her clitoris with each drilling stroke.
Higher and higher, they whipped at each other. Together, they
met the rush of their need. She came first, whimpering and
moaning with unbridled abandon. Her body quaked and trembled.
Gratefully, he released the burning flow of his groin,
blasting a fresh load of come into the fiery pocket of her ass.
His legs quivered and shook as the fountains of pleasure spurted
from his testicles.
With her arms and knees finally collapsed, neither of them
cared. The union of their bodies had been too exquisite for any
complaints. Together, they clung to each other, man and woman,
husband and wife, lovers.
"Beautiful," she whispered, pleased and satisfled. "I feel
like I'm all yours now - your woman, your wife, your mistress, and
your whore."
He kissed her. In the past twenty-four hours, she had become
all those things to him.
Chapter 8
Damn, you, Chance Weston! Cari felt her frustration mounting
to the breaking point. You had no right leaving your little
sister high and dry like this!
The trouble was, she wasn't dry. She was wet, hot, and very
much in need of a man. For a girl addicted to sex the way she
was, the past month of cold turkey had been sheer hell. She had
done her best to forget about her brother, to put their life as
lovers behind her. She had avoided him, refusing his and Tanya's
invitations to come over to their new home for dinner.
In fact, she had done her best to completely forget about
sex. Until tonight, she hadn't even allowed herself a date. Then
she met Barry Cole earlier in the day and accepted his proposal
for dinner and a movie.
She met Barry on campus and wasn't sure why she said yes to
the young, red-haired man. Perhaps it was because he was an old
friend. He and Chance had always been close, best friends back in
high school. Then she had been the little sister who had always
been a pest to them. However, today Barry's reaction to meeting
her had been more than enthusiastic. They had talked a bit about
old times, then quickly outlined what they were doing on campus.
Barry was presently working on his doctorate, supporting himself
on the less-than-prosperous wages of a student instructor. The
more they talked, the more she realized he might be a temporary
solution to the problem she had developed over the past month. At
least she had hoped so.
At the moment, the problem looked far from being solved.
They had gone to dinner, then a movie, and despite all her efforts
to make her desires known to him, he hadn't invited her back to
his apartment. He did, after much cajoling on her part, agree to
come up to hers for a cup of coffee.
So far, coffee was all he had shown any interest in - that
and polite conversation, ranging from student-faculty
relationships to politics. Interesting conversation, she
admitted, but she didn't want talk now. She wanted action.
As she sat there on the sofa beside him, two cups of coffee
settling heavily on her stomach, she toyed with the idea of
reaching over and grabbing his crotch, squeezing his cock and
pleading, "I can't take it anymore. You've been driving me mad
all evening! I'm yours! I'll do anything if you'll just plow my
pussy with this wonderful cock!"
She didn't. If he couldn't feel the pressing invitation of
her thigh next to his and the lingering caress of her hand on his
shoulder and neck, he probably wouldn't get the message if she
unzipped his fly, pulled his prick out and began sucking it. For
some reason, Barry seemed to be on a completely different wave
length.
Maybe he's afraid of putting the make on his best friend's
sister? She puzzled over the problem. Other friends of her
brother hadn't been bothered by that. All of them had tried to get
into her pants. Some had succeeded. Maybe he doesn't like girls?
Then why in hell did he ask me out?
"You know, you've really changed from the days when I used to
come over to your house for cookies and milk after school," he
said, moving an arm behind her, letting it rest on the back of the
sofa. His flngers brushed at her shoulder. "You've grown up,
Cari. You're really quite a beautiful woman."
Finally! He's finally going to make a move. It's about
time!
She scooted closer to him, her thigh pressing warmly against
his. She fluttered her eyelashes and looked innocently into his
eyes. "It happens to the best of us, growing up, I mean. I was
afraid you still saw me as Chance's kid sister."
"Well, I guess . . . I mean . . . this afternoon I did,"
Barry mumbled. "But tonight, as we've sat here, I realized . . ."
Suddenly, his head darted forward. His hand tightened on her
shoulder, while the other hand lifted her chin. His lips met
hers.
He hasn't got the smoothest style I've ever seen, but it's a
beginning!
She opened her mouth, inviting his tongue inward. She
accepted the tantalizing flicks and caresses of his exploring oral
digit. He seemed a bit awkward, but his eagerness more than made
up for it.
Displaying her approval, she melted against him. She arched
her back, firmly rolling the twin peaks of her tits against his
chest. At the same time, she slipped a thigh between his legs,
rubbing it against the stiffness she found hidden there.
At least that proves he isn't turned off by girls!
And she wasn't turned off by him. Her month of celibacy was
about to come to an end - thank God! She felt the juices flowing
within her. The cleft of her loins ached to feel a man within her
once again.
"Mmmmm," she crooned as their lips parted. "That was nice."
"Yes, yes," he mumbled, pulling away from her. His hands
released her shoulder and chin. He glanced at his wristwatch.
"It's one o'clock. I didn't realize it was so late. I didn't
mean to keep you up. And I've got classes in the morning. I've
got to be going."
Before she could say a word, he stood and quickly walked to
the door. For some reason, she couldn't shake the image of
watching the retreat of a scared rabbit.
"Goodnight, Cari. I'll see you around campus," he said with
a hasty glance back over his shoulder. "I apologize for keeping
you up so late again."
"Barry," she said. He opened the door, stepped out, and
closed it behind him. ". . . Barry, wait . . ."
She couldn't believe it. He was gone. One minute he was
making a pass, and the next she was sitting alone on the sofa.
What in hell happened? He acted like I had some dread
disease! What's the matter with him?
Never before had she seen a man react in such a way. It just
didn't make sense. She had done everything to show her
receptiveness, everything except come right out and ask him to
ball her!
Damn your best friend, Chance! He's as bad as you are!
She shuddered. Her curses did little to relieve the dampness
of her loins. She wanted a man and to suddenly find herself
rejected for no apparent reason left her flustered and frustrated.
It isn't fair! It just isn't fair!
She was on the verge of tears - anger and need. She gripped
her arms and held herself tightly, shaking. There were ways to
ease her need, but she didn't want her own fingers. She wanted a
man, the feel of a cock moving within the aching channel of her
cunt.
If I ever see Barry Cole again, I'll kick him right in the
balls! He's apparently got no better use for them!
She shook her head. Finding a sofa pillow beside her, she
grabbed it and threw it across the room. It didn't help. She was
still angry and she was still frustrated. She couldn't think of
anything else she could have done to make her intent more obvious
to him. He just didn't respond. She thought about the rigid
hardness she had felt beneath his pants and quivered. He was
aroused, she didn't doubt that. But why didn't he try to seduce
her? Why?
A knock came from the door. Cari looked up, unsure that she
had heard the rap. It came again. Brushing back her long blonde
hair, she stood and walked to the door, wondering who it could be
this late at night. Gripping the knob, she jerked the door open.
Barry Cole stood on the other side.
"You?" She glared at him, confused and angry. "What do you
want?"
"You," he said simply.
His arms shot out, roughly grabbing her by the waist. She
was jerked forward, her body crushed against his. "What the hell
do you think . . ."
His mouth covered hers, his tongue driving deeply, drilling
toward her throat. She squirmed and twisted, trying to break his
hold on her. His hands only tightened, mashing her diminutive
frame to his muscular body. His tongue was like a hungry whip,
lashing, thrashing within her mouth. Despite herself, she was
responding to his unexpected show of passion. At the same time,
her anger boiled. She had offered this and he had refused. Now,
he apparently wanted to take it.
She was breathless and gulping for air when he finally let
her mouth slip from his. "What's going on? Do you think you can
just come in here like this and . . . and rape me?"
"If that's what it takes," he said. He grinned, but he was
serious. "I mean it. I want you."
He released her. She stumbled back into the living room.
Her knees were trembling and she was confused. He slammed the
door behind him, locking and chaining it. He turned and looked at
her. His expression didn't hint of any malice, but there was
definitely determination in his green eyes.
"Why didn't you do this earlier?" she asked, still angry at
his rejection. "You could see I was offering!"
His face went blank, as though he didn't know what she was
talking about. He was silent for a moment or two. "Does the
offer still stand?"
Dammit! Can't you see that it does? Do you have to be hit
over the head with a brick? she thought, but said, "No!"
"Then, I guess it will have to be rape!" He moved toward
her, reaching out.
She backstepped, avoiding his groping hands. "Barry, you
don't want it this way. Do you?"
"No, but if that's the only way, then I guess it will have to
do." He was still coming at her and she was still retreating.
"You do want it, want me. You've already said that."
"Yes, but . . ." she sputtered. He was right, she did want
him. The dampness in her crotch was seeping into her panties at
the thought of him stuffed inside her.
"No 'buts,'" he said.
"It will be rape," she replied. It will, sort of, if you
stretch the definition, she thought.
She continued to back away. The thought of this man, this
man she wanted, forcing himself on her was exciting. It was the
fantasy of the mock-rape all women dream of come true. The rape
that wouldn't be a rape. She wanted to tell him that, but to do
so would lessen the thrill. The game they played aroused every
lusty need within her.
"I won't hurt you," he said. "I don't want that. I just
want you, Cari. I want you more than any woman I've ever met."
She wanted to rush forward and hug him, to kiss him.
Whatever anger she had felt earlier was gone. Her frustration at
his earlier rejection had disappeared. She wanted him, ached to
have him deeply entrenched in her wanton body.
Her retreat took them into her bedroom. It was by accident
rather than design. But she was pleased. The bed would be much
better than the floor.
"Do you take off those clothes, or do I have to rip them off
you?" he asked. It was definitely a question rather than a
threat. This young, flaming-haired man was the most unsure rapist
she could ever imagine.
For a moment, she thought of trying to rush past him, and
prolong their game, forcing him to struggle with her, throw her to
the bed, and take her. But she was afraid to try. As uncertain
as he seemed to be, she just might scare him off. And at the
moment, that was the last thing she wanted to do.
"I'll take them off," she replied. Damn, if he didn't seem
relieved to hear her say that.
As he watched, she skinned off the sweater she wore, pulling
it over her head and tossing it aside. Her tits were haltered in
one of those sheer nylon no-bra bras. His eyes widened and he
sucked in a deep breath when she unclasped that and let it slide
seductively down her arms.
I bet this is the first rapist who's had his victim do a
strip tease for him!
Next, her fingers tucked beneath the elastic hands of her
slacks and panties. Together, she shimmied from them, wiggling in
a most provocative manner as she pushed them over her voluptuous
hips and peeled them down her shapely legs, to step free.
Completely naked, she stood, posing for his devouring eyes. His
gaze centered on the fleece-covered mound of her cunt. She
shivered, delighting in the hunger she saw in those green,
caressing eyes.
"You are beautiful," he said. "I never thought a woman could
be so beautiful."
He meant it. She could tell. He really meant it. It wasn't
just some hollow compliment men usually say to get a girl into the
sack. His sincerity got to her, sending thrilling shivers up and
down her spine.
"And now, I suggest you get that beautiful body on the bed,"
he said. "Because I'm going to fuck you!"
She complied, trying to contain her eagerness, but failing
miserably. Lying supine on her back, her thighs lewdly spread in
an open invitation to the young man, she watched as he quickly
stripped off his own clothes, scattering them on the floor. Last
to come off were his jockey shorts. She gasped as he stood, naked
with the thick spike of his cock jutting from his groin.
It's beautiful! She marvelled at its thickness, its rigid-
looking length. She wanted to take it, to fondle it, to kiss it.
But the game of rape would be destroyed then.
Instead, she lay there, her thighs open and vulnerable while
he crawled onto the bed and climbed atop her welcoming body.
There was no foreplay, no arousing caresses, no intimate fingering
of her quim. Just his pressing weight atop her and the strong,
demanding feel of his cock throbbing against the moist, pink lips
of her pussy.
"I want you," he whispered. "Cari, I want you!"
His hips lurched.
"Arraarragggahhh!" she groaned, her whole body jarring.
In one forceful thrust, he fed every swollen inch of his cock
up into the wanton slash of her cunt. She felt skewered, impaled
on the pulsating length of his sex. So hard! So long! So deep!
She felt every inch of him, the throbbing, the twitching.
There was a certain satisfaction in that moment. The aching
desires that had been building over the past month were unleashed
within her. Fire burned at the very quick of her soul. Her
vaginal walls clamped down around his thick wand of lust,
relishing the feel of it within her. She was aware, totally aware
of the filling mass that packed her man-hungry quim.
"Tight!" he grunted, shoving himself even deeper into the hot
socket of her need. "You're so damn tight!"
She was glad. She wanted to be tight for him. She wanted
her pussy to feel right for this mock-rapist that pinned her body
beneath his muscular nakedness.
She lifted her arms, intent on hugging him close, but his
hands grabbed her wrists, holding her arms outstretched on the bed
above her head. She felt bound, unable to escape him. The
delightful feeling only added to the excitement of their coupling.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you, long and hard," he whispered,
his mouth at her neck, nibbling. "Fuck this hot, tight pussy!"
His hips wrenched upward. The thick slab of his sex
slithered from the innermost recesses of her cunt. She groaned,
suddenly feeling empty and hollow.
There was an abrupt rush and the engorged head of his rod
splayed open her vagina once again, filling her with the hot, hard
cock she wanted so desperately. She moaned, revelling in the
magnificent presence that penetrated her body.
"God!" she moaned. "You're so big! So hard!"
"Just what you wanted," he said, swinging his head down a bit
so that his lips and tongue were in reach of her tits.
His mouth captured one of the warmly glowing peaks of her
nipples. She arched her back, forcing the wanton flesh of her
breast into his face. He accepted her offering, licking and
sucking ravenously. The whole mound of her tit seemed to swell,
aching with a delicious swirl of sensations.
Up and down, his persistent prodder reamed into the
gratefully welcoming mouth of her sex. She tried to tauten her
vaginal muscles even tighter, trying to hold him securely anchored
in the depths of her quim. It was an impossible task. Her own
flood of slippery, lubricating juices made her love channel too
wet for that. But it was a delight trying.
Up he rose, his spear-like javelin, pulling back like a
piston of flesh. Her whole body seemed to flow with him. She
felt the pink folds of her cunt cling to the rigid mass of his
manhood, then fold back on themselves as he came plunging back
into her open body.
It was good, so damn good. She wanted to show him just how
good it was, to hold, or perhaps to wedge her hand down between
their now sweat-slippery bodies and tenderly stroke his testicles.
But his clasping hands held her wrists tightly. The only thing
she could do was to throw her pelvis upward, greedily swallowing
each lunge of his cock, and groan appreciatively as she accepted
the meaty pleasure of his lust.
Harder, he slammed into her. She felt his balls bouncing off
the rounded curves of her ass. She heard the wet, sucking sounds
of his cock gliding in and out of her body. The virility of the
man now riding atop her was incredible. Each shafting of his cock
was ecstasy in itself. He was so strong, so powerful. His
unyielding spike of sex demanded her full attention, which she
gladly gave.
Deeper, she wanted him deeper. She wanted him to reach out,
slip his hands beneath her ass and hike her bottom into the air.
But his hands were occupied, pinning her arms above her head.
She took care of the problem herself.
Pulling her knees upward so that they pointed to the ceiling
and her feet rested flat on the bed, she formed a saddle for him.
Immediately the angle of his entry was changed. He drove deep
into her, opening recesses yet untouched by his probing prick.
She writhed and squirmed, whimpering little moans of
pleasure. She bucked and hunched, wantonly receiving the ramrod
of his bone-hard cock.
Faster his pelvis rose and fell. He fucked her with wild
abandon. The power and need of his reckless ravaging of her body
had never been hinted at earlier. She was surprised by his fierce
lust, but grateful, wonderfully grateful.
Even with Chance, she had never experienced such consuming
desire, such overpowering strength. She surrendered herself to
this man, giving herself completely to the rhythmic plowing of his
fantastic cock.
His tit-sucking mouth and his pistoning stalk of manhood were
all she wanted. They were all it took!
Her thighs glowed, fiery balls of sexual heat. Swirling
flames licked out, sizzling through the open nerve endings of her
body. Bigger and bigger the balls grew. Hotter and hotter the
intensity of her need flared. Then they met deep in the core of
her body forming a nova of exploding pleasure.
A month without a man, a month of wanting and aching, a month
of needing with absolutely no satisfaction was suddenly unleashed
within her. Like a hurricane, the orgasmic sensations of her
release swirled within her. She was blasted higher and higher,
crying out the full pleasure of her climax.
She throbbed and trembled. She writhed and twisted beneath
the man still poling atop her supine body. Wave upon wave of
devouring sensations washed through her, freeing all the lusts and
needs she had held penned up for the past month.
It seemed like an eternity before the last of her flesh
tremors passed and she lay panting and exhausted under the red-
haired mock-rapist. However, he still had not slowed his furious
plowing of her wanton cunt. Nor did he until she was lost amid
the oblivion of another climax, and then yet another.
When her eyes fluttered open from the third rush of ecstasy,
she felt his body tense. He threw himself into her, his cock
spearing to the quivering depths of her pussy. His body jerked
and quaked spasmodically as his own lust rushed from his groin and
flooded her quim.
His hands released her wrists and she wrapped her arms around
his trembling body, lovingly caressing his nakedness. Gratefully
she received the hot gushes of his loins, thankful that he had
chosen her as the chalice of his need.
She didn't know how long they lay there after the last
quivering twitch of his cock passed. It was just good enough to
savor the feel of him, his weight pressing solidly atop her. When
at last his deflated prick slipped wetly from her come-filled
cunt, he lifted his head and kissed her. There was passion in
that kiss, but it was tender and gentle, containing the same
gratitude she felt toward him.
He then rolled to his back and eased her into the hollow of
his shoulder. She snuggled closely, enjoying the warmth of his
body close to hers. Closing her eyes, she sighed, satisfied and
sated. He's going to spend the night.
She drifted off into sleep, for the first time in a month,
feeling very much a woman.
Chapter 9
"A Virgin!?!" Cari stared at the man stretched out beside her
in the bed. The morning light suffused through the window bathing
his nakedness. "Are you trying to tell that last night was your
first time!?!"
Barry smiled rather sheepishly and nodded.
"Come on, that line went out years ago," Cari replied,
knowing damn well he had to be putting her on. No man performs
the way this stud did last night unless he's had a hell of a lot
of experience. "Barry, stop kidding."
"I'm not," he said in a soft voice. "You were the first.
I've never made it with another woman before."
"Men?" she asked realizing he might be telling the truth.
"No!" He shook his head, a bit embarrassed. "Men aren't
what I've wanted."
"Hey, you are telling the truth, aren't you?" She shook her
head. It was unbelievable. "You were a virgin."
"A twenty-four-year-old cherry," he said, glancing up and
trying to smile. "Funny, isn't it? Until last night, I never
thought I'd lose it."
"It's not funny at all. It's a waste! Do you realize there
are a million or two women in this world just waiting for someone
like you to walk into their lives." She shook her head again,
still finding it hard to accept the fact that the virile man who
had mounted her last night had been a virgin. "You're quite a
man."
She couldn't be sure, but she thought she saw a blush of pink
creep into his cheeks. He smiled. "And you're quite a woman."
"You've got no grounds for comparison." she said. "I was
fishing for a compliment."
"I mean it," he said, his voice sounding embarrassed again.
"I never thought it would be as good as it was last night."
"Then why did you come on as a rapist?" She suddenly
realized that all her overt sexual signals had been wasted last
night. He just didn't know what was coming off.
"I'm sorry about that . . ."
"I'm not, don't get me wrong. I really dug it!" She piped
up, leaning over and giving him a quick kiss. "Like I said, you're
quite a man."
"Seriously, I am a bit ashamed of the way I came on last
night," he said quite soberly. She realized he was having a rough
time getting this out, so she sat silently, listening. "It's just
that I've never been much of a ladies' man. In high school I
could never work up my courage to try anything with a girl, even
getting a good night kiss was a major task. The older I got the
harder it seemed to be."
"What the hell came over you last night? You sure didn't
seem to be shy about me!"
"I was," he said. "But with you it was different."
"You mean you thought I'd be a push-over," she said with an
amused chuckle. "Little Cari Weston, mostly likely to have
rounded heels!"
"No, no! Nothing like that, Cari, really," he said getting
flustered again. "Last night, while we were taking, at dinner and
later here, I realized I wanted you. I've never wanted a woman so
much in my life. I tried to tell you that last night, but I guess
it didn't come out too well. Then I blew it. It felt so good
when we kissed, then all my hangups came boiling to the surface
and I blew it. I was all the way down to my car before I talked
myself into coming back up here and doing my damnedest to make
love to you."
"So why the rapist, act?"
"I wouldn't have really raped you," he answered. "I didn't
want that. If you had protested, or told me to get out, I would
have run like a jackrabbit. But you didn't. You seemed to like
it, so I kept up the act. Then, again, I might have raped you. I
didn't want anything to get in the way. I wanted you."
"You've said that. And I'm glad you didn't stop with the
rapist bit. It was the sexiest thing that ever happened to me."
She kissed him again. "Thank you. You now have my permission to
rape me whenever the urge hits you. I'll be a very receptive
victim."
"What about right now?" he grinned, squeezing her to him.
"Hey, I thought you mentioned something about classes this
morning?"
"I didn't, but if you'll hand me that phone on the
nightstand, I'll call in sick," he said.
"Just like that, you've decided to move in for the day, huh?"
She raised an eyebrow and looked sternly at him.
"Mmmmm hmmmm, though I was hoping it wouldn't be just for the
day," he answered, reaching across her for the phone. "At least
another night."
"For a man who has just lost his cherry you're mighty sure of
yourself," she said, trying to sound put off, but quickly running
over her own classes and realizing it wouldn't hurt to cut them.
"Yeah, I've been noticing that." He grinned widely, punching
the first three numbers on the phone. "It has something to do
with this fantastic woman I met last night. She really knows how
to build up a guy's confidence."
She laughed, unable to maintain her facade of irritation.
"Give me just a moment. I've got to put on my 'I'm dying of
the flu' act for Professor Smith," he smiled, tapping out the last
four digits of the number. "He'll send someone down to my room to
put a note on the board dismissing my classes for the day . . .
hello, Professor Smith, this is Barry Cole . . ."
Smiling to herself, the young blonde listened as his voice
hoarsened to a perfect imitation of a man beset with a sore
throat. He coughed and wheezed a bit, just enough to make the
performance realistic. Obviously, it wasn't the first time he had
used the ruse.
Confidence is one thing you're definitely not lacking now,
Mr. Cole, she mused to herself. Let's see if this shakes you up a
bit!
Throwing the long strands of her frosty blonde hair back over
her shoulders, she scooted around a little. His exposed groin was
an easy and vulnerable target. With a wicked gleam in her eye,
she leaned forward and opened her mouth wide.
"Yes, Professor Smith, I think just a touch of a head cold.
I think that . . . oh!" He muffled his surprise with a quick
cough. His head twisted to her, his cock. "Yes, sir. That's
right."
He waved her away, obviously unable to keep his attention on
the conversation with such an arousing pair of lips busily
titillating his prick. She batted her eyelashes up at him, doing
her best to look innocent while she licked and sucked at his
snake-like penis. It was a hell of a way to introduce him to the
pleasure of a woman's mouth, but she simply couldn't resist it.
She sucked deeply, pulling upward. His prick popped from her lips
with a wet smack.
"You wouldn't believe it, Professor Smith," she whispered
coyly up at him. "My head feels like it's swelling."
She rolled her deep blue eyes to his crotch. His prick was
growing, thickening, lengthening, its swelling crown jerking into
the air. He might be talking with stuffy Professor Smith, but his
attention was on her.
She leaned back down. Her pink, moist tongue curled out from
behind her lips and ran up and down the underside of his awakening
sex. She swirled and licked that flicking oral digit over the
arrowhead shape of his glans, setting his stiffening stalk of
manmeat to twitching.
Then she ducked down, her tongue delightfully toying with the
hairy sac of his balls. The man above barely managed to moan a
goodbye, and after three attempts finally settled the receiver
into its cradle.
"I don't know whether I should tell you how damn good that
feels, or turn you over my knee and spank you," he said in a deep,
lusty voice, his eyes following her every move.
"Mmmmmm," she purred, sliding back to the top of his prick
and sucking at his glans. She poked her ass into the air and
wiggled it, as though challenging him to make good his threat.
To her surprise, he swung around and grabbed her ass. A
movement that sent at least four inches of his now rigid cock
shafting into the humid harbor of her mouth. Sucking in a deep
breath through her nostrils, she accepted the ponderous burden and
lavished it with a flurry of lapping licks.
However, he had no intention of punishing her rounded
buttocks. He surprised her again by throwing one of her legs over
his shoulder and tucking his head between her thighs. His mouth
smacked firmly against the knoll of her pubis.
"For an inexperienced virgin, you learn quickly, lover," she
sighed, sliding her mouth off his root.
"I'm not a virgin, you took care of that last night," he said
with a wet smack of his lips. "I've now been transformed into a
sex-starved young man who can't get enough of this delightful
little pussy!"
"Ahhhhh!" Further comment was cut off as he rammed his
tongue up into the hole of her quim. She replied appreciatively by
swallowing up the full length of his prick and sucking at it
hungrily.
Inexperienced he might be, but the red-haired man eating at
her cunt had no hangups about pussy licking like some of the so-
called studs she had met. Warm waves of need swirled within the
core of her teen-age body, wiggling and tickling up into the
intimate mouth of her cunt. He was eager to please, to return
some of the pleasure she had given him last night.
And she was only too willing to provide him with a flourish
of new thrills as she ate the thick pole impaled in her face. All
those old familiar sensations came rushing back into her as she
curled her tongue around his dork and licked. This was a man,
despite his recent lost of his virginity. He was a man and she
loved the feel of him, the taste of his virile slab of cock within
her mouth.
Without any direction on her part, his tongue found the bud
of her clit. Blasting tremors of ecstasy rocked the very heart of
her soul as he feathered his tongue around the supersensitive
button. Immediately, she drew him deeper, letting his prick slide
into her throat as she sucked.
He got the message. He eased a probing finger into the
quivering mouth of her cunt and pumped it in and out of her,
devoting his tongue completely to the pleasure aching point of her
clit.
She knew he was close, but somehow he managed to withhold the
gushes of his lust until he brought her off. Gratefully, she
came, doing her best to give his prick the tender loving care it
deserved while she shook and trembled in the throes of her
release.
Then when the last contracting spasm of her pussy passed, he
came. She welcomed the hot, scalding blasts of come that jetted
into her face, splattering over the carpet of her tongue and
coating the roof of her mouth.
She drank down the opalescent spurts of his semen, sucking
and milking at his cock, trying to take every last drop. She
thrilled as his swollen pole jerked and bobbed in her mouth. She
reveled in the lusty groans she pulled from the depths of his
throat. She had returned pleasure with pleasure, the secret of a
good lover, as had he.
Before the exquisite delight of her mouth turned to pain, she
slipped her caressing lips from his rod. As she raised her head,
his eyes met hers. He grinned and opened his arms to her.
Accepting his invitation, she scurried up to his embrace.
They kissed, their tongues lovingly caressing. The sexual
flavors they still carried in their months mingled, exciting her.
Their warmth, the feel of skin on skin, sent fresh waves of desire
trembling through her body.
I've been a month without a man and now I can't get enough of
this one. I wonder what he thinks? After all that time without
knowing a woman's body, he must think he's fallen into the bed of
a nymphomaniac!
"You dig it, sex I mean," he said, more of a statement than a
question, when they parted.
"Everything about it," she answered. "I'm what those writers
of sexy books call a ball-freak. I dig men and I like to ball.
Shock you?"
"Should it?"
"It does some."
He didn't answer immediately. She felt a bit of uneasiness.
Had he just realized that there were other men, and boys before
him? Did it bother him? Was he one of those men who still felt a
woman was a whore unless she retained her virginity until she
climbed into the marriage bed?
"I don't know why it should. I like it." He looked at her,
that serious expression on his face again. "I can't believe
anybody else won't. You're completely free about it. That's
good, really. You give . . ."
"And take too!" She emphasized her remark by reaching down
and giving his cock a firm squeeze. My God! This man's still
hard!!!
"You know what I'm trying to say. The worst thing I could
possibly think of is going to bed with a woman who felt like she
was allowing you a privilege by letting you into her bed," he
said. "Does that make sense?"
"In the same way this does, men who feel they're God's gift
to women turn me off," she answered. Her fingers explored the
rigid mass of his manhood, still unbelieving.
"What!" He shot up, bouncing her onto her back "You mean,
I'm not?"
He tried to keep a serious expression, but maintained it for
only a split-second before he laughed, and she joined in.
"You're crazy," she managed to say. "Absolutely crazy!"
"It's your fault. You drive me out of my mind," he said with
a wide grin. "You're delightful! It's impossible not to be a bit
wacko when I'm around you. Your touch turns me into a madman."
"I've got a serious side too," she said, somberly. "Though I
admit I usually keep it hidden."
"Hmmmmm. I'd like to see that side of you, too. I'd like to
know everything about you."
"Good, because I feel very serious right now," she replied.
"Barry, I want you. I want you to make love to me, long and
passionate love."
He gazed at her, his eyes a caress in themselves. "That's the
nicest thing anybody has ever said to me."
His hands cradled her cheeks and he leaned down and kissed
her. There was no hint of his roughness of the night before, and
their playfulness of a moment ago was replaced by tenderness.
They embraced, holding on to each other for what seemed like
hours. Their hands and fingers lightly caressed, exploring their
bodies.
"You really want me, don't you?" he whispered as his tongue
and lips kissed down the arc of her neck.
"Yes, I really want you," she said, understanding what it was
like to discover that someone actually found you sexually
attractive, desirable.
"It's almost impossible to believe. If you weren't here and
I weren't holding you in my arms, I'd think I was having the most
beautiful dream of my life."
"I'm no dream. I'm a girl who very much wants a man named
Barry Cole to make love to her."
He slid atop her body, his mouth covering hers again.
Wedging a hand between their tightly pressed bodies, she glided
his cock to the throbbing mouth of her sex. His hips eased
forward, slowly feeding the firmness of his presence into her
belly.
Long and hard, he came into her. This wasn't the hungry
rapist of the night before, or the teasing boy who had given her
head. This was a man entering the body of a woman. She moaned,
feeling his sex fill her, providing a satisfaction that went
beyond verbal description.
Lovingly, she closed the folds of her vagina around his
marvelously packing cock. She caressed the virile strength that
began to move in and out of her. She savored the wonderful power
of his loins, letting the steady rhythmic rock of his groin lead
her toward the ultimate of pleasures.
He felt so hard and demanding within her. Yet, at the same
time, he was warm and tender. She rocked her pelvis, striving to
return the thrilling sensations he gave to her. As much as she
had reveled in his rough treatment of the night before, this was
the way he should have first had her. The loss of virginity, for
man or woman, is a traumatic experience. Love and care are needed
in each case to insure they receive the full enjoyment of sex. It
had been an accident that their wild coupling had resulted in such
pleasureful responses. Now she wanted to make sure, she gave him
all she had to give - not as a ball-freak - but as a woman.
"Good," she murmured dreamily, lost in the fantastic
sensations his slow-pistoning cock sent churning through her young
body. "You're so good. Make it last - all day if you can. I
don't want you to stop, ever!"
His hands cupped beneath the firm, apple-like mounds of her
tits. Gently, his palms caressed the sleek, perfectly rounded
balls of flesh. So warm and pleasing, his touch was like the
brush of a feather, setting off new thrills within her.
For the first time in her life, she wished she had larger
breasts. She remembered her brother's obvious preference for big
tits and wanted to provide this young man with a similarly large
pair of breasts. However, he did seem quite satisfied with the
firm roundness of hers. For that she was grateful.
While he started to knead and squeeze his fingers into her
tits, she swung her head around a bit, wiggling so that her mouth
found the pebble-like point of one of his nipples. Using her
tongue and lips, she taunted at him, delighting as the small
morsel of flesh stiffened and stood rigid on his chest.
Suddenly, he rolled her to her side, her thighs sandwiching
him as he continued to shaft in and out of her tight quim. Their
new position allowed him easy access to their cores. His fingers
found the slitted mouth of her sex and the extended bud of her
clit. With no more than a few caresses, she came.
When she returned from her unbridled flight through ecstasy,
she was once again on her back and he hovered above her, supported
on his outstretched arms. His pelvis swung into her now. Their
crotches met in wet, slamming sounds. His cock, hard and
dominating, poled deeply into the welcoming recesses of her cunt.
"Yessss! Oh God, yesssss," she moaned, feeling a fresh rush
of need, her body soaring toward another climax. "Goood. Sooooo
good!"
She came again, skyrocketing higher and longer. Her whole
body quaked and writhed under the unleashed fury of her desire.
But that wasn't the end. The magnificent man who rode atop
her didn't seem satisfied with just bringing her twice. He didn't
release the flood of semen boiling in his groin until she came
three more times.
And when he did, she held him tightly, welcoming the spurting
blasts of his release. Her hands soothingly caressed his back,
shoulders and buttocks. Gratefully, she accepted the lunges and
hunches of his body.
The clock on her dresser pointed straight up noon before they
finally slipped from the bed to bathe together. Afterwards, Barry
Cole proved himself to be somewhat of a magician in the kitchen,
transforming a can of soup, a few left over potato chips, and a
can of tuna into a very tasty casserole.
"It's not much, but it should make the steak tonight taste a
lot better," he said.
"Steak? Tonight?"
"Yeah, I thought we go out shopping together. It could be
fun," he grinned.
Cari agreed, remembering his earlier comment that he planned
to stay another night. They did go shopping later, with Barry
selecting two of the biggest, thickest sirloins he could find.
They also found themselves in a small, dark theater showing two
XXXXX-rated skin flicks. "I might be able to pick up a few
pointers," Barry said as he convinced her to enter the rather
shabby looking building.
Both films were rather uninspired performances, Cari thought,
prefering the spontaneous performance Barry gave that night after
their steak dinner. Much to her delight, he did spend the night.
And two days later, with mutual consent, he moved into her
apartment. And a month later, Cari Weston's red-haired, virgin
lover asked her to become his wife.
She said yes.
Chapter 10
"Damnit, Barry, you're not serious!" Cari stared at him, as
he eased his '69 Chevy from the main highway onto a dirt road.
"Yes, I am. I thought the idea of getting away from town for
a weekend at the lake would be nice. And since Dr. Charles offered
to let me use his cabin, I didn't see any reason not to take him
up on it," Barry said.
"But why did you invite Chance and Tanya?" She suddenly felt
cold and frightened. For two months she had successfully avoided
seeing her brother and his new wife. She wasn't looking forward
to it now. Damn you, Barry and your surprises!
"Hey, what's wrong, baby?" Barry threw her a perplexed
frown. "Chance is your brother, yet you act like he's some kind
of social outcast. Besides, he is my friend and Tanya is a hell
of a nice girl."
"Don't I know," Cari shook her head. And I'm sure as hell
not going to tell you. If you had an inkling of what Chance and I
had going . . . She pushed the thought from her mind. She didn't
like to think about it. "I guess I'm just being moody."
"Snap out of it, beautiful." Barry said. "We're almost
there."
He rounded a curve and a small white cottage fronting a lake
came into view. Chance and Tanya were already parked and standing
beside their car. Cari shivered. She tried to calm herself, but
it didn't help.
"We're lucky we live this far south," Barry said. "It's the
end of October and eighty-five degrees. Perfect weather for a
swim . . . or fishing."
"Fishing?" Cari looked at him again. "Is that what you and
Chance plan to do?"
"Well, just a little bit," Barry grinned sheepishly. "Dr.
Charles also loaned us his boat. We won't be gone long. Back by
noon. Then I thought we could break the news of our upcoming
wedding."
Cari didn't comment, but resigned herself to what was shaping
up to be a miserable weekend. Barry's intentions were good, but
there were too many things he didn't understand, things she didn't
want him to find out.
Chance didn't seem too enthusiastic about the reunion either.
He gave her a very brotherly peck on the cheek and a weak hug. He
looked quite relieved, as was she, when Barry pulled out his
fishing gear from the trunk and waved Chance toward the boat
waiting on the water. Apparently he was as uncomfortable as she
was, perhaps a bit embarrassed by what they had shared.
Damnit! Then why do I still want him! Cari was suddenly
aware of old desires stirring within her. Chance was still a very
desirable man. Did he still feel the way he once did, or had he
completely buried their past?
"I don't know about you, but I thought I was coming out here
to spend a quiet weekend with my man," Tanya said, interrupting
Cari's disturbed thoughts. "I didn't think we'd be left to fend
for ourselves."
She turned to the young woman, struck by her beauty again.
Her brother's taste in women was flawless. "Fishing widows, and
I'm not even married!"
Tanya laughed. Despite Cari's want to dislike this woman,
she found it very difficult. Tanya was nice.
"Did you happen to bring along a swimsuit?" Tanya asked.
"Chance swore the water would be warm enough for a dip. I'd like
some company."
She didn't want to swim, but there was nothing else to do.
"Barry said he packed mine. Let me get out my suitcase and I'll
meet you inside."
By the time Cari entered the house, Tanya was already in a
one-piece bathing suit. Far from being old fashioned, the swim
attire was very revealing. It dipped in a wide "V" at the front,
exposing a hell of a lot of her bountiful titflesh. There were
also diamond-shaped slots on each side and creamy flesh
underneath.
While Tanya waited for her in the living room of the cottage,
Cari found a bedroom, the same Tanya had used, her clothes were
neatly laid out on the bed, and quickly got into a hot-pink
bikini.
Despite assurances from their men, the water was too cold for
more than just a brief dip. However, the sun was warm so they
spread their towels and took in its rays. And they talked. Tanya
was very easy to talk with. Had she not been her brother's wife,
Cari thought, it would have been easy to be friends with her. But
there was that barrier, and it appeared insurmountable.
"Cari, I'd really like for you and Barry to come over to our
house for dinner," Tanya said, as they rose to go back into the
cabin. "I won't take no for an answer. You're family now, and I
want to get the chance to know you. I always thought you and your
brother were close. But Chance and I've been married two months
and you haven't visited us once."
"I'm sorry about that," Cari mumbled. "But things just sort
of pile up, first school, then there was Barry . . ." She wasn't
sure how to get out of this.
"Is he going to be family too?" Tanya looked at her with a
knowing smile as they entered the bedroom together.
"Promise you won't tell," Cari grinned, watching the woman
nod eagerly. "Then I'll let you in on the big secret. Barry
plans to break the news this afternoon. We're going to be married
during Christmas break."
"Congratulations," Tanya said, giving her a warm hug and a
kiss. "Are you happy?"
"Very," Cari smiled. "I've never met a man like Barry."
"Then that makes us both lucky women. I've never met a man
like your brother." Tanya tucked her arms behind her back and
tugged at the zipper to her swimsuit. "Hey, this thing seems to
be stuck. Could you give me a hand?"
Cari found the zipper on her sister-in-law's bathing suit. A
piece of fabric was wedged in it. After a couple of unsuccessful
tries, the zipper came free and she pulled it down, opening on the
deep crease of her ass - a very beautiful ass.
"Thank you," Tanya said, wiggling free of the suit and
letting it drop down the sleek curves of her long legs, then
kicking it from her ankles.
Cari found herself sucking in a deep breath. She was
beautiful. Her tits, marshmellowy cushions of creamy white flesh,
juggled and jiggled in a provocative dance. They were so big, but
they were firm, not at all pendulous or sagging. Her nipples were
dark, thick buds of flesh and their aureoles seemed to be
stretched taut and shining around them.
"Cari, is something wrong?" the black-haired woman asked.
She looked puzzled as she stared at her teen-aged sister-in-law.
"No," Cari said, "It's just that you're beautiful."
"Cari, that's a nice thing to say."
"I mean it. I didn't know another woman could seem so
beautiful."
Before she knew what she was doing, she lifted a hand. Her
fingertips brushed over the ripe-looking contours of the woman's
breast. The girl shivered. It felt so smooth and soft. It was
the first time she had ever actually touched another woman. And
it was exciting.
Tanya trembled too. She gasped a throaty little whimper.
Her eyes widened in surprise. "Cari?"
The girl's hand cupped the melon-like ball of titflesh. It
was heavy and firm, so squeezable. Her fingers molded into the
alluring mound. Strange, unknown feeling awakened within her
teen-age body, wicked thrills of forbidden desires.
"Cari?" Tanya's voice quavered, but she made no attempt to
stop the intimate caress. "Cari?"
"My halter top," the girl said. "Take it off, Tanya."
Like a woman in a trance, the older woman did exactly that,
her own hands cupping the twin peaks of the girl's breasts.
"They're so delicate, perfectly round." Her fingers began to feel
and fondle, igniting more arousing needs within the blonde.
Cari stepped forward, an action that brought the stiff points
of their nipples together. They both trembled as their flesh met,
but neither moved away. Instead they pressed closer, watching
their tits mash together.
"I've never . . . I've never," Tanya mumbled.
"Neither have I," Cari replied, leaning forward, her lips
brushing against those of her sister-in-law. She felt the excited
waves of new and unknown desires race through the black-haired
beauty. Her tongue flicked out and traced over the woman's lips.
"Should we stop?" Tanya asked.
"No," the young blonde answered. "No."
They kissed, this time both their tongues meeting, probing,
duelling over one another. They melted together, atop the bed,
their hands exploring and fondling the feminine delight of their
bodies.
"It's so strange," the raven-tressed seductress said, as the
girl's hands kneaded firmly into her tits. "It's like having a
man's hand on me, but so different."
"Deliciously different," the girl replied.
Cari ran a hand down over her sister-in-law's stomach to
clasp the plump, womanly knoll of her sex. Droplets of moisture
wetted her palm. "You're as turned on as I am!"
"I feel like there's a river inside me," the woman moaned,
her thighs spreading to allow the young blonde to tickle a finger
up into the hot pocket of her quim. "God! It's so exciting. I
didn't think it would be like this. I didn't know!"
Her hands moved to the girl's waist, working the bottom of
her bikini down and off her legs. She returned the arousing
taunting, slipping her index finger up into the blonde's cunt.
"Aaarrahhahhhhh!" Cari gasped under the feminine probing of
her pussy. It was good. It did feel like having a man fondle
her, but there was the added excitement of knowing that twirling
digit in her cunt belonged to a woman.
"A finger's good," the voluptuous woman moaned. "But I wonder
what a mouth would be like?"
To the girl's surprise, Tanya rose and eased her to her back.
Before she realized what was happening, the woman scooted around,
and planted a long wet kiss to her vulva. Cari moaned long and
long, trembling as a feminine tongue invaded her quim. Wet and
tantalizing, it slithered up into the mouth of her belly, licking
and lapping.
It would have been enough to just lie there and enjoy this
new carnal thrill, but the blonde wanted to share her discovery
with her sister-in-law. It took just a bit of repositioning and
she was busily taunting the woman's cunt with her own tongue.
Far from being a turn-off, she found the taste of the black-
tressed beauty's cunt exciting and different. Eagerly, she ran her
oral digit up and down the deep cleft of the woman's loins,
sucking away the flow of her womanly juices. At the same time,
she writhed and squirmed, delighting at the feel of the tongue
filling her own body.
She found Tanya's clit. It was big, two or three time larger
than her own, which surprised her. However, even though there was
a size difference, it served the same purpose. A fact which she
proved by laving her tongue tip around the extended bud.
The woman's reaction was like a jolt of sexual electricity.
She moaned, muffled by the fact that her face was buried in the
wetness of her sister-in-law's loins, and writhed. Her tongue
immediately increased its in-out drilling, while she wiggled a
fingertip to the top of Cari's sex slit to return the attention to
her clit.
First my brother and now his wife! Cari couldn't believe
what was happening. It was all going too fast.
Stirred by the woman's licking tongue, she surrendered
herself to the task at hand, wildly licking and eating, swallowing
down the deluge of juices that welled within the woman's cunt.
Harder and deeper, she reamed, swirling her oral digit around the
quivering folds of the woman's vagina.
Likewise, Tanya ate her. Lapping and sucking, she went about
her pussy-eating with abandoned relish. Her lips smacked and her
tongue taunted and teased, then drilled hotly up into the moist
socket of the girl's cunt.
Hotter and hotter, the consuming flames of their bodies
swirled. Higher and higher the passions of lust and need rose.
Harder and harder they licked, each lost in the feel of having
another woman as a lover.
They came; together they came. Moaning and groaning, they
writhed atop the bed, somehow managing to embrace again, and hold
each other closely. While unknown to Tanya, they had shared the
same man, and now they had shared their bodies. They panted and
gasped, heretofore unknown desires within them sated and
fulfilled.
God! Who would have ever guessed that ball-freak Cari could
get off with another woman. Live and learn!
Tanya rolled to her back and sighed. "I would have never
expected it to be anything like that. It's so unbelievable!"
"You can say that again," Cari grinned.
"It's unbelievable."
A man's voice resounded in the room.
"Chance!" Tanya cried in surprise, sitting straight up in the
bed.
Cari's head twisted to the door of the bedroom. Her brother
stood there. Barry was at his side.
Chapter 11
"It seems we returned a little sooner than our women
expected," Chance said, eyeing the two naked beauties on the bed.
Barry didn't say a word, though his gaze darted back and
forth between Cari and Tanya, as though he couIdn't believe what
he had witnessed.
"I guess it would be rather ridiculous to ask what the hell
is going on here," Chance said. "Anybody could see that. But
would either of you like to say a word or two on the subject for
Barry and me? Cari? Tanya?"
"We were getting undressed after our swim," Tanya sputtered,
groping for words. "It just happened."
"I seduced her," Cari said, suddenly feeling a surge of
blazen courage.
"Now I'd believe that!" Chance answered with a wide grin.
"What do you think, Barry?"
Barry still was speechless. His head moved slowly from side
to side.
"Well, I think," Chance said, "it was one of the . . .
sexiest things I've ever seen!"
"Chance?" Tanya stared at her husband, unsure if she heard
him correctly.
"I don't see how any man with his wits about him could think
it was anything else," Chance grinned, opening his arms to his
wife, who came trotting across the room and planted a long kiss on
his lips.
"And you?" Cari looked at her future husband.
"I don't know," Barry said with another shake of his head.
"I still think you're the sexiest thing I've ever seen . . . but
my future brother-in-law's wife comes in pretty close."
Cari replied in the same manner as her sister-in-law.
"You're quite a man, Barry Cole."
"I know," he smiled. "You keep telling me and I'm beginning
to believe it."
"I think these girls have started something we won't be able
to stop, Barry, even if we wanted to," Chance said. "It looks
like our family might be closer than we thought."
"Hey, you spilled the beans," Cari said looking up at Barry.
He nodded.
"Don't let her gig you," Tanya said. "She told me too."
The big-breasted woman leaned over and kissed Barry, her
naked tits brushing against his arm. The intimate contact got to
him, though he tried not to show it. However, Chance and Cari
both noticed.
"Cari," Chance said, turning to her, "since you girls have,
if you'll pardon my choice of words, started to lay things bare
today . . . I think we might do the same thing."
She wasn't expecting that, but she agreed. It was time to
bring everything out in the open. She nodded. Chance quickly
started in, revealing everything about their secret life as
lovers. When Chance finished, Barry's face once more contained
that blank, puzzled expression. He looked at Chance, then at
Cari.
"Whew!" Tanya shook her head. "I wasn't prepared for that.
But . . . I will admit it's a turn-on. The thought of you making
it with your sister, or with any woman, gets to me. I've thought
about it before - it's exciting."
It was Chance's turn to look surprised. "I don't think I'll
ever stop marvelling at you." He hugged her tightly.
"I admit I was jealous when Chance told me about you, Tanya,"
Cari said. "But the thought of him making it with you also got to
me. Very erotic."
"What about Barry?" Tanya asked. "Does the thought of your
future husband balling another, say just for conversation
purposes, your sister-in-law, turn you on?"
Cari's mind immediately filled with a picture of Barry atop
Tanya's supine body. She felt the dampness of arousal seeping
back into her loins. "Yes, yes it does."
"Well, then," Tanya said, walking from Chance's side and
taking Barry's hand. "I think it's time Barry and I got
acquainted and both of you are long overdue for a brother and
sister reunion."
With a pleased smile on his face, Barry winked at Cari, then
followed the voluptuous Tanya from the room. Cari felt another
rush of excitement within her body.
"Well, little sister," Chance said behind her. "It was a
hell of a lot easier than I thought it would be. I'm glad to get
it all out in the open."
"Me too," she said, turning to him. "I've missed you."
"Ditto," he said with a nod. "Think we should make up for
the past two months?"
"Whatever you say," she replied, running to him and throwing
her arms around his neck. "I think a long kiss would be a good
way to start."
He kissed her throwing his tongue deeply into her mouth. She
accepted it, her own oral digit flicking and teasing around the
exploring oral probe.
"Mmmmmm, that's every bit as good as I remembered it," she
said. "Now, we've got to do something about your clothes!
Because the thought of my man balling your wife in the next room
has got me about to climb the walls. Big Brother, I need you; I
need you to fuck me!"
Together, they managed to strip him in a matter of a few
minutes. He then lifted her and carried her to the bed where she
had made love with Tanya just a few minutes ago. There was
security in the feel of his nakedness, an old familiarity that
sent quivery desire shooting through her body.
His reactions were the same. For the past two months, he had
tried not to think of his sister. Now all those penned up and
repressed desires were burning within him. His cock jutted
stiffly from his groin like a flag pole of need.
They kissed again as he lowered himself atop her supine body.
Her thighs opened for him and the twitching head of his cock
pressed to the lips of her pussy. There was no need for foreplay,
his wife's mouth had left the young blonde's labia slick and ready
for his entry. He shoved, skewering his whole fat prick up into
her belly.
"Welcome back home, brother," she groaned, relishing the
sudden impalement of her body. "God, it's good to have you back!"
"Very good," he whispered, his mouth kissing and taunting her
neck as her head lolled between her shoulders. "My sister's still
got the tightest pussy in the world."
His hips jerked up, dragging his ponderous tool from the hot
recesses of her cunt. She squeezed down, making herself taut as
though to prove just how tight she was. It was a homecoming. The
feel of her young pussy brought back a flood of memories, good
memories he had tried to suppress since his wedding. He now
realized that it had been an impossible task; there was no way he
could ever forget this delightful nymph and what they shared.
Downward, his pelvis shot, feeding the long, hard rod of his
need into her. She groaned, her hips bucking up to receive the
bulky offering of his sex.
Two lovers, that was what she had now, Barry and her brother.
The feel of them, moving deeply inside her, created the same fiery
passions, but they did it in so wonderfully different manners.
She couldn't believe that she had really thought she could exist
without her brother. Now, she wouldn't have to. Thank God for
Barry and Tanya!
"Hard, give it to me hard!" She urged him on, her hands
reaching down and squeezing the tension-filled cheeks of his
buttocks. "Make me taste you!"
He slammed into her welcoming body, trying to drive his cock
all the way up into her mouth. It was an impossible task, but one
that was so pleasing to attempt. She grunted under his fleshy
impact, thrashing about beneath him.
His cock glided in and out of her body, bathed in the liquid
heat of her womanly juices. For the first time, he felt a bit of
jealousy. Barry now shared his sister's body each night - it had
to be an every night thing with Cari, he knew his sister's needs
too well. If it hadn't been for Tanya and her understanding, he
wouldn't have this delightful teen-ager now. Thank God, my love!
And thank you, Barry!
Sliding his hands upward, he found and gripped the rounded
forms of his sister's apple-like breasts. He squeezed, kneading
his fingers into the resilient flesh. He molded them, working on
their pliant elasticity. She felt so damn good!
Her whole body glowed. She was awash in wave after wave of
sexual heat. Her thighs ached. Her cunt trembled with each
driving stroke of her brother's cock. Up and down, his hips fell,
in and out the pistoning ramrod of his sex slithered in her juicy
pussy.
She rocked and bucked under his imposing weight. She fucked
him as he fucked her. She opened herself wide, letting his
demanding cock drill even deeper into the burning reaches of her
quim.
He was magnificent! There was no way she would deny that.
Her brother was a pussy-pleasing stud of the first magnitude.
Willing and wanton, she accepted the savage poling of his cock.
Harder and harder, he slammed into her body. Harder and harder,
she threw herself onto the stiffness of his manhood.
His balls were aflame with the consuming fires of lust. He
ached and hurt for release. But he stemmed the tide of his own
desire, whipping at the lovely woman-girl beneath him. Like a
bull, he shafted in and out of her body, driving her higher and
higher.
The familiar glowing sensation in her thighs began to grow,
spreading, reaching. Their fire met at the core of her body and
exploded in a rush of devouring pleasure. She came, trembling and
quaking. Her cries of satisfaction whimpered piteously from the
depths of her throat.
Then, and only then, did he lunge into her, securely rooting
his prod in the innermost recesses of his sister's body. Like an
erupting volcano, his lust pushed up the tiny channel of his
prick, throbbing and burning. Out, in a flery blast, he spewed a
flood of man juice.
His body jerked spasmodically as the hot, thick streams of
his seed scalded over the sensitive crown of his prick. Gush
after gush fountained from his loins, filling the very receptive
channel of his sister's cunt.
Together, lost in the ultimate of pleasures, their bodies
quaked and writhed. Brother and sister, they were lovers once
again. They held each other, gratefully caressing and fondling,
their lust for one another sated.
"I have to admit I'm a bit nervous about this," Tanya said as
she stretched back on the bed, displaying her nakedness for Barry.
His eyes roved over the voluptuousness of her body. His
balls tightened and retightened themselves. She was beautiful.
Not in the same way as his Cari, but there was no denying she was
a beautiful woman - and desirable. Her tits were like mountainous
mounds of delectable-looking flesh. Each bountiful knoll was
topped by a dark, plump cherry of flesh. He could imagine the
feel of those firm, shimmering domes, already feel their resilient
flesh squelching up between his kneading fingers.
"We don't have to do this, if you don't want to," he said,
his gaze probing the intimate rise of her pubis. Beneath the damp
fur of her bush were slightly parted lips, the entrance to the
pleasure of her body. His cock stiffened, straining to be free of
his pants. He wanted this woman, but he didn't want her to feel
she was obligated to entertain him while Chance balled Cari in the
next room.
"I don't want out," she said with a shake of her head. "Do
you?"
"No, I just wanted you to realize you didn't have to do
this," he said. "You sounded a bit hesitant."
"I know I don't have to make love with you," she replied. "I
want to. And I am hesitant. I've never had another man except
Chance, so I'm nervous . . . but excited."
He grinned. He knew how she felt. After all, she would be
his second woman - and what a woman. He still couldn't believe
this was actually happening. He was marrying into one hell of a
wild family and the more he found out about it, the more he liked
it.
"I feel wonderfully wicked," the raven-haired beauty
stretched out before him said. "You're quite a handsome man."
Damn if he didn't blush, she realized. She liked that.
There was a touch of innocence to it. And women are attracted to
innocence as much as men.
"I don't think I realized how beautiful you were until I saw
you with Cari," he said. "Before that you were Chance's wife. In
there, I saw you as a woman."
"An available woman?"
He nodded, and started to strip. Her gaze clung to him,
watching as he discarded each piece of his clothing. He saw her
nostrils flare and her chest heave deeply when he pulled away his
shorts and freed the hardness of his prick.
"Lovely," she said as he walked to the bed and sat beside
her. "I can see why Carl said you made her happy."
"Right now," he said, "I'd like to make you happy."
"Then, kiss me."
He did, flicking his tongue into the sweetness of her mouth.
The huge balls of her breasts rolled luxuriously against his
chest. He delighted at their satiny texture, the feel of her
nipples growing to stiff buttons of aroused flesh. As his tongue
retreated, hers rushed in filling his mouth, taunting and teasing.
Her hands lightly caressed his back. He was so different to
the touch from her husband. It was an exciting difference, one
that stirred her deeply, setting forth a steady stream of juicy
lubricants within her cunt. Her husband's sister as a lover, now
this flaming-haired young man. This had happened so quickly she
didn't have time to ponder or study it. But she liked it.
Downward, her fingers traced, until she eased a hand around
to his crotch. Then there was the rigid spike of sex that jutted
from his groin. She shivered. Now here was a difference. He
wasn't as long as Chance, but the girth of this throbbing cock was
thicker than her husband's tool. And his balls - they felt
heavier, perhaps even larger.
It was strange, but she had never considered the fact that
men sported different sexual equipment. It was the same as woman,
she realized, different breasts, perhaps even different pussies.
She squeezed her future brother-in-law's cock delighted by that
titillating difference.
"Ahhhhh," she whimpered in a shivery little voice. He wiggled
a finger up into the damp haven of her quim.
At the same time, he used his free hand and his mouth to busy
the marshmallowy mounds of her breasts. He sucked, licked, and
nibbled at the delectable, plentiful bulges of her melon-sized
tits. His hand squeezed into the extraordinary resilient balls,
loving the feel of his fingers sinking into the warmth of her
flesh.
Meanwhile, his inquisitive finger swirling around in the hot
channel of her cunt, tickled up the slit of her sex and found the
extended nubbin of her clit. Its size surprised him, but its
fatness made it that much easier to play with. He also discovered
that this raven-haired beauty needed only light, brushing strokes
to her pleasure button to send her writhing and squirming beside
him.
Her earlier nervousness melted in the growing fires he
ignited in her loins. Despite Cari's recent oral caresses, she
felt every cell in her body crying out for this man, aching to
feel him sliding into the willing gash of her pussy.
"Now," she moaned, tugging at the firm stalk of his cock.
"Give me this . . . now."
Anticipation raged within him as he slid atop the voluptuous
bed of her body. His balls were rock-hard and aching. His cock
was a rigid spike of need and lust. He groaned as her expertly
guiding hand eased his glans to the moist mouth of her belly.
Almost of their own volition, his hips plunged, shafting his
swollen cock into the luxury of her hot, tight cunt. He skewered
her, slamming every inch of his thick stalk up into the edacious
tunnel of her love mound in one hard, grinding lunge.
"Aggarahhhhhh!" She lurched under him. Her arms flew around
his waist, clinging tightly. The taut walls of her cunt squeezed
down, molding themselves to the bulky contours of his drilling
rod.
Big and thick, he splayed open her body and filled the wanton
hole of her juicy pussy. That swollen difference of his shaft was
very noticeable now. She felt stretched and packed. But there
were no complaints; she loved it, showing her approval by
undulating her pelvis, washing the spongy folds of her quim around
the ponderous mass of him.
The flaming-haired man riding atop her supine body said a
silent thank you to his future wife and her brother in the next
room. Without them, this moment wouldn't have happened. Without
them he wouldn't have known the fantastic sensations of burying
his throbbing prick in the burning cunt of this seductive goddess.
The woman under him shared his gratitude. After twenty-two
years of protecting her virginity, she had learned to love the
feel of a man deeply entrenched within her body during her two
months of marriage. Now in the matter of an hour, she had
discovered the pleasures of another woman, and the delight of
taking a man, other than her husband, into her bed.
Surrendering herself to the man pressing down atop her,
pinning her willing nakedness to the bed, she lost herself in the
foreceful lunges of his driving piston of manhood. Her hips
rocked up and down, rhythmically accepting the meaty offering of
his sex.
In and out, he fucked the tight slash of the woman's cunt.
His cock was a searing wand of need. The clinging folds of her
quim gripped at him, inciting a sexual friction that blasted down
to his lust-laden balls.
Out and in, she welcomed the bludgeoning ramrod of desire
that impaled her. She gripped at his buttocks, pulling at him.
It seemed at that moment she was unable to get enough of him,
unable to pull him deep enough into the wanton recesses of her
body.
She lifted her knees toward the ceiling. Immediately, his
lancing sword of flesh drilled deeper into the slippery sheath of
her vagina. She bucked, thrusting her pelvis high to meet the
slamming descent of his cock. She jerked back down, her rounded
ass bouncing on the mattress beneath her.
Like a wild man, he rammed the adamant spike of his cock into
the tender slit of her sex. His balls were afire. His temples
pounded like a brass drum. Harder and deeper he reamed into the
saddle of her supine body.
"Yes, yes, yesssss," she hissed in a wanton plea of need.
"Fuck me. Fuck me!"
He did. In complete abandon, he recklessly drilled and poled
the steamy hole of her cunt. Deeper and deeper her body seemed to
open to him, yet that fiery tightness remained, squeezing and
gripping at his shaft.
Close! She was so close. Her nerve endings burned white-
hot. Her thighs quivered and trembled. The aching channel of her
pussy contracted and relaxed. She milked herself along his thick
length, as though she was gobbling at his cock.
Higher and higher she soared on a one-way trip to ecstasy.
And when she came, it was like a whirlwind of pleasure. She cried
out, totally controlled by the pistoning prod of passion that so
fully packed her writhing body.
His own will crumbled. No longer could he contain the hot
lava aflame in his loins. He threw himself into her, rooting his
throbbing cock in the hot interior of her quim. He groaned,
jerking as that first rush of semen spurted through his length and
blasted outward.
Again and again, fountains of lust spewed from the twitching
head of his prick. Gratefully he emptied what seemed like a
gallon or two into the willing tunnel of her cunt. Then, savoring
the fulfilling and satisfying sensations that filled him, he lay
atop her panting and heaving body.
"Good," she murmured, her arms and hands softly caressing his
back. "That was good. One fantastic way to get acquainted."
He kissed her and rolled from her nakedness before his weight
became a burden rather than a pleasure. "One hell of a way to get
acquainted!"
"We should do it more often," she said, snuggling closely to
his body.
He smiled, once more agreeing with her. Her hand was weaving
through the light-orange-red hairs of his chest. It felt soothing
and relaxing.
"Do you think Chance and Cari are still in the other
bedroom?" she asked, her hand drifting to his stomach, tickling at
his navel.
"Probably, if I know Cari," he answered. "Why?"
"I was just wondering if I kissed that lovely cock of yours I
could get it hard again," she said, rolling her dark eyes up to
him. They flashed with a lusty glint.
His balls lurched within the confines of their sac. The mere
thought of those luscious red lips wrapped around his dork sent
fresh sensations of arousal through his groin.
"There's only one way to find out," he grinned, watching as
she eased down toward his crotch and the sleeping length of his
prick, still slick and shining with a coat of her own juices.
In another moment, he was watching those red, caressing lips,
slide down, down along that same length.
Chapter 12
Cari's gaze moved over the three other people sitting on the
carpeted floor of the living room of the small cottage. They were
as naked and unashamed as she was.
"Chance promised me a quiet weekend at the lake," Tanya was
saying. "I never expected anything like this."
"I don't think any of us did," Chance replied. His eyes
flashed to Cari and he smiled. "But, for one, I'm glad that it
did. I feel a hell of a lot better now that everything is out in
the open."
"You won't find me complaining," Barry said in a deep,
breathless voice. He had just taken a bit over a joint of
marijuana and was holding the smoke in his lungs. "Who wants the
next toke?"
Tanya took the yellow stick and sucked at it, then passed it
to Cari, who did likewise. She was already feeling a slight buzz,
not a high, but a mellow floating feeling. As she exhaled, she
passed the joint to her brother.
"This is giving me the munchies," she said. "Is anyone else
hungry?"
Chance raised his hand while he inhaled the marijuana. Both
Barry and Tanya nodded. "Soon as we flnish this number, I'll get
us something from the kitchen," Cari said. "I think there's some
wine left and we brought a wedge of cheddar cheese and some
crackers."
"How'd you and Cari get together?" Chance said turning to
Barry. "You two haven't kept in touch, despite the fact we only
live across town."
"Something we won't let happen again," Barry assured him,
letting his hand run over Tanya's thigh.
"He raped me," Cari piped.
"What?" Tanya's black eyes grew wide. She feigned mock
terror as she cringed away from Barry. "You beast!"
"Sort of raped her," Barry grinned, then briefly related the
events of that first night with Cari. The young blonde noted he
left out the fact he had been a virgin at the time. She
understood. It had been hard enough for him to tell her. To
admit it before another man would have been impossible.
"Doesn't sound like rape to me," Chance said. "Like James
Coburn said in the movie Waterhole No. 3 'assault with a friendly
weapon.'"
"It sounds romantic, and sexy," Tanya said, no longer
cringing from her newfound lover. "If the rapist urge ever
strikes you again, you know my address."
"Hard to believe this brazen hussy was a virgin on our
wedding night," Chance said with a wide grin for his wife.
"Whatever I am," Tanya chided, "you have yourself to blame.
Until you entered my life, I didn't know what I was missing."
"Anybody want the roach?" Barry held up a minute butt left
from the joint. They shook their heads, so he wet a finger,
tapped out the still glowing end of the cigarette, then popped it
in his mouth, swallowing. "Blah! That tastes awful! Think I
could have a little of that wine now, love?"
Cari nodded and rose. "Any special orders?"
"The wine and cheese sounds good," Tanya said, and Barry and
Chance nodded.
"Be right back," the blonde replied, turning and trotting
into the kitchen.
"Hey, this is nice," Tanya said, gazing at the two men
sitting on each side of her. "I've never been alone with two
naked men before."
"Sounds like your wife is challenging us to do something
about it," Barry said with a wink at Chance.
"Was thinking the same thing myself," Chance answered. "Have
anything special in mind, Tanya?"
"I was just commenting on the situation," she replied.
"Sure you were," Chance said. The thought of making it with
two guys at the same time is getting to you, isn't it? Making
that lovely little pussy of yours all wet!"
"Chance!" she gasped as his hand shot between her legs and
clamped over the mound of her vulva. She glanced at Barry, her
cheeks blushing pinkly. "Chance, stop it!"
"You're embarrassing her, buddy," Barry said.
"She's embarrassing herself," Chance answered. "She's all wet
and hot inside."
"Chance!" Tanya's face turned two shades redder and she tried
to wiggle free of her husband, but Barry grabbed her arms, easing
her to her back on the floor. "Stop it! The both of you. Stop
kidding around."
"No one's kidding," her husband said, probing his finger
deeply into the cleft of her loins and swirling it around within
the flowing fluids of her body. "You're the one who said you'd
like Barry to rape you. And you're the one who brought up the
fact you were alone with two naked men."
"And now," Barry said. "We're going to do something about it
- both of us!"
"No!" The dark-haired beauty's eyes widened. "You wouldn't!"
"We would!" Chance grinned lewdly. "At the same time!"
"No, you're not," she cried in mock fright, trying to wiggle
away from them, but Barry's hands held her pinned to the floor.
She couldn't escape.
"Hold her tight and I'll just spread these beautiful thighs,"
Chance said, forcing his wife's legs open. "And make a frontal
attack."
He slid atop her. To her surprise, his cock was hard and
rigid. With no difficulty at all, he crammed it into the hot
mouth of her belly, packing her to the brim. "Ahhhhhhh! You
brutes! You can't do this to me!"
"Can't?" her husband exclaimed, throwing his cock into her.
"But we are!"
"I'll be back in a moment," Barry said, releasing her
shoulders. "Don't let her get away."
She heard him rise and his bare feet pad toward the bedrooms.
"What's he doing?"
"I haven't the slightest idea," the man atop her groaned,
quickly ramming himself in and out of her cock-hungry cunt. "But
I'm sure he'll be back in a moment. Then, my greedy little wife,
you'll get your first taste of satisfying two men at once!"
"You're not serious. Are you?"
"Quite serious!"
"I'm back," Barry said as he entered the room again. "Do you
think you can hold her and roll her to her side?"
"Why?" Tanya wiggled and squirmed, but couldn't escape her
husband's grip, or the demanding thrusts of his groin. "What are
you going to do?"
"Fuck this beautiful ass," Barry said from behind her. "As
soon as I prepare the way."
While Chance gripped her tightly, she felt the man behind her
spread the vulnerable demiglobes of her ass. She shivered when a
finger touched the puckered mouth of her asshole, a finger coated
in petroleum jelly.
Two men at once. One already plugged into the hot slash of
her cunt and another slickening the way into her rectum. Her
whole body went limp. It was crazy! Completely mad! And as
exciting as hell!
"She's stopped fighting," Chance said to his friend.
"Decided to relax and enjoy it!"
She had. Her husband's filling cock and the finger wiggling
deeply into her anus was more than she could believe. Her whole
body was alive with the feel. It controlled her, demanding her
complete attention.
"Ready!" Barry piped, and she felt him lower himself behind
her. The rigid length of his fat prodder pressed against her
hindcheeks, throbbing and virile. He whispered, "Relax!"
She did. His cock-crown nuzzled the mouth of her rectum.
She went all watery. The tight ring of her sphincter went
flaccid, admitting the knob-like tip of his prick.
"Ohhhhhhh!" She moaned as the engorged rod of his sex slid
into the haven of her rear channel. Never before had she felt so
full. She was the compete sex object. Her body was a receptacle
for the bludgeoning mass of their cocks. She was packed front and
back. Every wiggle, twitch, or squirm and she could feel their
stiff prodders crammed into her. There was no way to escape the
dominating presence of their sex.
But she didn't want to escape. Moaning her approval to their
dual penetration of her body, she surrendered herself to the two
men in her life, willingly accepting their cocks, wantonly
worshipping the sizzling sensations they created within her doubly
impaled body.
She whimpered and writhed as their ponderous poles of lust
began to move. First, her husband slowly slithered his cock from
the juice-filled slash of her cunt. He eased back until only his
glans throbbed at the entrance to her quim, then, he glided back
into her opened pussy.
At that same moment, when the man in front of her began his
down-stroke, the man snugly rooted in her bowels, pulled outward.
In a shafting counter-point, they fucked her. If she thrust her
pelvis forward, she slammed into the thickness of her husband's
long prick. If her hips wrenched back, she skewered her ass on
Barry's swollen club of a cock.
The feeling was indescribable. She was totally at their
control. She couldn't have fought away from them, even if she had
wanted to. They pressed into her from both sides, driving the fat
bulk of their manhoods into her cock-consumed body.
What she had thought was impossible but a moment ago was now
a magnificent reality. Two men were using her to sate their
lusts, two men were fucking her body simultaneously - her husband
and her newfound lover. It was marvelous.
That was the way Cari found them when she came back into the
living room, carrying a tray with the wine, cheese, and crackers.
She would have felt left out, but the scene of one woman
sandwiched between two men, getting it at both ends was just too
arousing.
Shakily, she managed to step to a nearby end table and
carefully set the tray down, before spilling its contents. Her
knees were limp just watching them. Two men! At the same time!
She imagined how her sister-in-law felt! She knew how she would
feel!
In and out her brother's hips bucked, relentlessly ramming
his stiff cock into his wife's cunt. Out and in, Barry's rigid
pussy-pleaser was doing a fine job of pleasing the voluptuous
woman's ass. The young blonde trembled and shook. She knew what
each of those men felt like, but never had she experienced them in
her body at the same time. Tanya was a hell of a lucky woman.
Her sister-in-law whimpered and writhed. Her body stiffened
as she came. She cried out, gripping Chance and then Barry while
she was wracked by the throes of climax.
Chance came first. Slamming himself deeply into the pink
lips of his wife's pussy, he unloaded the fire in his balls,
emptying his lust into the welcoming chalice of her body.
A moment or two later, Barry's lust erupted. Cari could see
the opal viscosity of his release running well out of Tanya's ass,
oozing between her ass cheeks.
The three of them lay there panting and gasping in labored
breaths. Eventually nature took its course and the stiffness of
the men's cock left them. They came slithering from the woman's
body, leaving her totally empty. Tanya's eyes fluttered open.
She pushed up on her elbows, looking around the room. To Cari she
appeared drunk and dazed, unsure as to just where she was.
Poor kid! Looks like someone just fed her a fifth of bourbon
and it's hitting her like a sledgehammer!
She found herself moving across the room kneeling beside her
sister-in-law, her arms going around her in a gesture of comfort.
The big-titted woman, gratefully accepted her embrace, still
shaking and quivering.
"Cari, you wouldn't believe what it was like," Tanya's voice
quavered. "I can't find the words to describe it. But it's about
ten times as strong as coming with just one man. Unbelievable."
She could believe it. Both their men were stallions, who
knew how to please a woman. Together, the combination had to be
out of this world!
"Were you watching?" Tanya asked.
"Mmmmmm hmmmm," Cari answered. "I almost came watching you
take both of them."
"I think I could use a drink," the black-haired woman said.
"It might help me steady myself."
"And help us get our strength back," Chance mumbled.
Cari shook her head and smiled at her brother, then rose and
retrieved the tray. By the time she set it on the floor, Barry
groped his way to a sitting position. He grinned at Cari, a lewd
glint in his green eyes, but he reached for one of the glasses of
wine, as did the rest of them.
"Good," Tanya said. "I feel a bit stronger now."
"Ditto," Chance said, munching on a piece of the cheese, then
washing it down with a hearty swig of the wine. "I've married one
hell of a woman."
Cari thought she saw Tanya blush, but wasn't sure. Barry
gulped down his wine and rose. "If you'll excuse me, I'll be back
in a moment." He trotted off toward the rear of the cottage and
the bathroom.
"Cari, what do you think of two men who would rape a poor
defenseless girl?" Tanya said, winking at the blonde.
"I'd think they were both bullies," Cari replied. "Something
should be done about such unruly behavior."
Chance finished his wine and laughed again.
"See, just look at him," Tanya said with a shrug of her
shoulders. "Pompous and inflated, just because it took two of
them to rape me."
"Definitely a case of male ego," Cari said. "I think we
should do something about it."
"Exactly what I was thinking," her sister-in-law replied,
reaching out and scooting the tray out of the way. Cari did the
same with the empty wine glasses. "Have anything in mind?"
"I think it would only be fair if we raped them," Cari said.
"Turnabout is fair play."
"Exactly!"
With that, Tanya swung around and grabbed Chance, throwing
him to his back. A second later, Cari pounced atop him. Chance
didn't put up a struggle, but lay there laughing.
"Men!" Cari grimmaced. "Look at him. He's alone with two
beautiful and willing women and he hasn't even got it up."
"Hey, I'm only a man," Chance protested. "There's a matter of
biology involved."
"Yeah, and they accuse women of having penis envy," Tanya
chided. "Who'd want equipment like that? I mean, I think a woman
is definitely superior in the physical department. With a man,
once he's come, he loses all his strength."
"But a woman is ready and willing."
"With you two, that's all the time," he grinned.
"When it comes to sexual prowess a woman wins hands down,"
Tanya said. "The trouble is, how do we go about raping a man who
hasn't got a hard-on?"
"There's always his mouth," Cari said. "Why don't you force
him to lick his way out of this situation?"
"A lovely idea," Tanya said, scooting up so that she hovered
near her husband's head. Your mouth it is, lover boy. Ready or
not."
With that, she straddled his head and lowered herself on his
face. There was only one thing he could do. His tongue flicked
out and began to busily lick at her cunt. The large-breasted
woman moaned loud and long as his taunting oral digit slithered up
into the wanton socket of her pussy.
Which left the young blonde her brother's limp penis. If she
intended to participate in this double rape, she had to do
something about that.
She used her mouth.
Admitting it wasn't a very forceful way to begin a rape, she
knelt between her brother's legs and lapped up and down the
sleeping hose of his sex. The taste of her sister-in-law's pussy
was still on his penis. But it was a flavor she found to her
liking, one that she planned to go to the source of before the
night was out.
"Mmmmmmmm," came a muffled moan from the face delightfully
buried in the raven-tressed beauty's cunt.
"I think he likes that," Tanya said, her gaze on Cari as she
licked up and down the swelling rise of her husband's dick.
"Don't make it too nice. This is rape, remember?"
Cari nodded, suddenly swallowing up the twitching half-masted
prick. She sucked and lapped, whipping new desire into her
brother's recently drain groin. Within moments, his penis was
transformed into a stiff, thick cock. Hard and long, it jutted
from his loins at a forty-five degree angle, glistening wetly with
her saliva. Proudly she eyed the results of her oral caresses.
Now, the rape would begin.
Scurrying upward, she straddled his groin. Pulling his prick
straight up into the air, she slowly eased herself down on its
throbbing virility. She moaned with satisfaction as the thick
column of pleasure nestled into the welcoming furrow of her pussy.
Her eyelids, laden with dreamy fulfillment, fluttered closed. She
rocked a bit, whipping his unyielding rod around within her. She
was hot and ready, having witnessed the provocative scene of Tanya
being balled by Chance and Barry had prepared her for this.
She was in no rush. She wanted to savor the feel of his
bigness within her. Back and forth, she wiggled, working him even
deeper into the caressing warmth of her body.
"Oh!" She moaned in pleased surprise. Her eyes jerked
opened. Tanya had reached out and cradled the rounded forms of
her teen-age tits. "That feels good!"
"I know," the older woman said, lovingly caressing the
tempting mounds. "I like your hands on me."
Cari picked up the hint. She stretched her arms out, hands
grasping the overabundant melons of her sister-in-law's breasts.
Again, the shivery thrill of touching another woman's body raced
through her. She knew there were all sorts of dirty names for
woman-to-woman sex. But those labels came from people who didn't
know or understand.
As Tanya's fingers fondled and caressed, and her own hands
kneaded and squeezed, she slowly began to rise and fall on her
brother's love wand. In and out he moved within her, his
marvelously swollen shaft reaming up into her innermost recesses.
"Ahhhhhh!" Tanya groaned with enthusiastic pleasure.
"That's it. Oh God! That's it!"
She shook and trembled. Her red lips writhed in the agony of
ecstasy. Tightly, her hands clamped into the apple-like roundness
of the blonde's young tits.
She was coming. Cari was surprised. Apparently her sister-
in-law's capacity for sex was as great as her own.
Unable to remain seated on her husband's face without
smothering him in the flowing wetness of her quim, the black-
haired beauty collapsed, rolling to the floor, still groaning out
her pleasure.
"That's one of you vicious rapists down," Chance grinned up
at his sister. "Now, let's see what I can do about you!"
His hips bolted upward, throwing every inch of his meaty
stalk into the waiting folds of the girl's cunt. "Uhhhagggahhh!"
She was jolted, dazed by the slamming impact.
"The tables are turned again, little sister," he laughed.
"The rapist has become the rapee!"
Slam! He pumped another deep-probing stroke into the
quivering channel of her belly. He was out of rhythm with her own
undulating pelvis, which only seemed to increase the ramming power
of his loins.
She grunted and groaned, realizing the leisurely ride on his
cock she had planned had come to an end. Deep and hard, he shoved
the swollen column of his manmeat up into the tight envelope of
her pussy. Wet and loud their meeting cores smacked.
It was like riding atop a bucking stallion. He hunched and
threw himself upward, his back and hips arching in a high arc. He
impaled her, skewered up into the burning core of her teen-age
body.
Then there was his hand. His fingers were working at her
quim, finding her clit and massaging it roughly. There was no way
she could withhold the fires of her lust. Whimpering her
pleasure, she came, collapsing atop her brother's chest. In and
out his massive rod plummeted the pink pocket of her cunt.
She soared, riding the winds of unleashed passion, soaring
higher and higher. Then gently, she floated downward, once more
entering reality.
"Tried to rape you?" She heard Barry's voice through the
mists of her ecstasy. Sleepily she opened her eyes to find her
husband-to-be standing over them.
Chance laughed. "Thought they'd give me a sample of what we
gave Tanya - two on one."
"Sounds interesting," Barry chuckled. "Wish you had been the
one who had to get the petroleum jelly off his prick."
She felt her brother rolling her off his chest, his prick
sliding from the quivering interior of her quim. She glanced up to
see him scurrying over to Tanya who was still lying on her back on
the floor. Chance's cock was long and hard. He hadn't come
within her.
He had saved himself for his wife. A fact he made all too
obvious by mounting Tanya's supine body and shafting his cock into
her cunt. Her brother had another woman now . . .
"Hi, remember me?" Barry's voice came from beside her . . .
but she had another man. She turned her head and found her
husband-to-be kneeling at her side. Above her face throbbed the
jutting lance of his cock. It looked so hard and needy. The
wafting aroma of soap tickled her nostrils. She remembered him
saying he had gone to the bathroom to wash away the petroleum
jelly needed to penetrate Tanya's ass.
"Lovely," she murmured. "You have the loveliest cock, my
sweet."
Barry chuckled.
"It looks so lonely," she said. "Like it needs a warm wet
kiss."
She lifted her head. In a wet, pink flick, her tongue
unfurled and washed over the knobby crown of his sex. The stiff
pole jerked and wagged in the air. Her man moaned appreciatively.
Leaning closer, she opened her mouth wide, wider. Her lips
pouted over his glans and inched down along the thick stalk.
Inward, he filled the lining of her cheeks, then slid toward the
back of her mouth, gliding into her throat. He was so big, so
fat; her jaws felt as though they would crack under the ponderous
mass of his dick. But they didn't, and she knew she could take
him. In the past month with this magnificent man, she had proven
that to her, and his, satisfaction time and time again.
Sucking with all her might, she pulled up the pulsing shaft
of his sex. He groaned, welling droplets of preseminal fluids
oozing from the tip of his cock and mingling in her mouth. It was
the taste of a man, a flavor she could never get enough of.
Down again, the tight ring of her lips crept along the meaty
rail of his cock. She savored the virile, pulsing strength of
him. She reveled in the thick, hard power contained in that
swollen tube of flesh. Her well-fucked quim swirled with new
arousal. Tanya was right. A woman is an insatiable sexual being.
Unlike a man, she has the capacity to experience climax, after
climax, after climax. The only thing that limited her was the
staying power of a man's cock. But when a girl had two willing
studs, the opportunities for non-stop sex were limitless. Add a
sister-in-law who shared a taste for woman-to-woman sex, and it
became a matter of sheer physical endurance.
God, I love the feel of your mouth," the red-haired man
moaned softly above her. "I love you, Cari - everything about
you."
She knew that, but she liked to hear him say it. She showed
him, by cradling his hairy ball bag in the coolness of one of her
hands. The weighty rocks within were scurrying around in excited
arousal.
Abruptly a blast of hot come jetted into her mouth. She was
surprised, but eagerly drank down his thick fountains of semen.
Apparently Barry had been watching the three of them. The scene
had left him as aroused as watching Chance and him fuck Tanya had
left Cari.
Spurt after hot spurt gushed from his throbbing rod. She
welcomed each, swallowing them down into her belly. She sucked at
him, milking every last creamy drop of his seed from his shaft
before easing her hungry lips from his sex.
Weak and shaking, he lost his balance, tumbling back against
the sofa, half-sitting and half-lying. He moaned and trembled,
unable to do anything except give her a weak smile.
Glancing around, she found Tanya stretched out on her back,
legs still wide from the poling Chance had given her. However,
the blonde's brother was nowhere in sight. She looked back at the
black-haired woman. White, oozing drops of her brother's release
welled from her quim, a release he had denied her - or at least he
had. Now she had a means of taking his seed, indirectly, that
was.
On hands and knees, she crawled over to her sister-in-law.
The woman looked up and smiled weakly. "God, I've never felt like
this before! There's only four of us. I wonder what a full-
fledged orgy would be like."
"It hasn't finished here yet," Cari said, grinning down at
the lovely woman. "Our men aren't through . . . nor am I."
With that she ducked her head between the white thighs of her
feminine lover and eagerly started licking at her pubis. The
mixture of Tanya's womanly juices and her brother's sperm was
incredibly arousing, much more so than either separately.
She wished that Tanya would swing around and return the
favor, but she knew the woman was too exhausted at the moment to
do anything but lie back and enjoy the intimate flourishes of her
tongue.
"Never stop, do you?" she heard Chance ask from her back
side.
Before she could turn, he gripped her jutting ass, holding
the ovals of her hind cheeks. "Neither do I!"
"Mummfph!" she sputtered, her moan muffled by the moist lips
of Tanya's pussy. The engorged head of her brother's cock was now
nestled against the uptilted slit of her own cunt.
Hard and deep, his shaft entered her body in one quick
onslaught. She sputtered again, but relished the filling presence
of his prick.
"Nice and tight," he said, ". . . but I was wondering how
you'd feel about having this delightful little ass of yours
fucked."
She wanted to say "fantastic," but he kept her head wedged
between Tanya's thighs, making sure she finished the task she had
started.
"That's what I thought," he said with a chuckle. "Well,
that's exactly what I'm going to do."
Slowly he withdrew the pulsing length of his prick from her
wanton quim. Spreading her ass cheeks, he pressed his glans to
her anus. There was no need for petroleum jelly; he now was
coated in a glistening sheath of her womanly fluids, a natural
lubricant made especially for a man's rod.
Relaxing, she accepted him into the tight, round hole of her
rectum. Thick and hard, he glided into the sheath of her body,
skewering up her back. She moaned, feeling his hands pull her
from Tanya, and roll her to her side on the floor.
"And now, my little sister, we're going to give you a
sampling of what we gave my wife," Chance said in a lusty whisper.
"You're going to see what it feels like to service two men."
Barry was there, lying on his side in front of her. His hands
were on her thighs, spreading them. Then there was the filling
rusk of his cock, the squeezing hands on her tits. Two men, she
was taking two men! She gave herself to them in complete
surrender.
Chapter 13
An eternity seemed to pass before Cari descended from the
clouds of ecstasy her two lovers had taken her to. As Tanya had
said earlier, it was an indescribable experience.
Finding the strength in her weak arms, she shakily pushed up
to a sitting position. Barry and Chance were still on their
backs. They smiled up at her. However, Tanya was no longer in
the room.
As Cari glanced around, the black-haired woman came pushing
through the kitchen door. In her hands was a replenished tray,
complete with wine, cheese, and crackers. "I thought you three
might need a bit more wine."
She placed the tray on the floor and sat down beside it,
handing Cari a glass. "I know you need it. Take a slow sip.
It'll help you pull yourself back together."
Nodding, Cari accepted the wine and sipped. It did help.
She took a deeper drink, while Chance and Barry managed to rise to
a sitting position.
"This will help you two also," Tanya grinned as she handed
each of the men a glass.
Chance smiled at his wife and scooted to her side, embracing
her with a quick hug around the waist. "You know what we've got
here?" He looked at his sister and her future husband. "We've
got a family."
"A loving family," Tanya added.
"At least the start of one," Cari said. "To think I was
afraid Barry and Tanya would learn about Chance and me. Do you
know I tried to convince Barry not to come here?"
They laughed, but there was a note of seriousness in their
voices.
"I was afraid to give Cari the hug and kiss she deserved this
morning," Chance said.
"I don't think any of us were expecting what happened here
today," Barry said. "And I guess it's not important how it
happened, but that it did happen."
"Think what we'd be missing if it didn't," Tanya said, giving
Barry a very intimate glance. "I bet Chance and Cari would have
spent the rest of their lives avoiding each other, if Barry hadn't
arranged this weekend."
"Yeah, lover boy, it's all your fault that you found me out,"
Cari said, giving Barry a playful jab in the ribs. "Now you know
what a wicked woman you're marrying."
"Knew that already," he answered with a loving pat to her
ass. "Why do you think I'm marrying you?"
"You're terrible, Barry!" she answered with a little harder
jab. "Next thing you'll be saying is that our whole relationship
has been nothing but sex."
"No, but it's a nice base to build on," Barry said.
"Romantic, isn't it?" Tanya said snuggling against her
husband. "They both have better sense than I did. To think we
could have been living together while we waited for our wedding
day to roll around."
"I think I suggested that a couple or a thousand times,"
Chance said, giving her another hug. "I believe I was outvoted as
to you and your virginity."
"Live and learn," she said with a shrug. "Sorry you waited?"
"No, ma'am," Chance answered. "I'd just hate to go through
those three months again."
"Wait a minute, you don't have your eye on another girl you
haven't told me about, do you?" Tanya said, looking up at him.
"Not at the moment, two women are enough for me," he laughed.
"I'll second that motion," Barry added. "Especially when
those two happen to be two beautiful young ladies who just happen
to be in this room."
"Ladies?" Cari and Tanya piped together. Then Cari said, I
think Barry needs to experience the lustful rage of two feminine
rapists I know."
"Agreed," Tanya said. "But let me finish this wine and catch
my breath first. It's been one of those overpowering days."
"I think we should make this a regular happening," Chance
suggested.
"Not too regular. I don't think Tanya and I could take this
on a daily basis. You're both quite exhausting men," Cari said.
"Howsabout every other day?"
That brought them all to laughter, which took several minutes
to subside.
"Chance is right," Barry said. "I think we are a family and
we should get together on a regular basis. I don't think it would
be good to live together. After all, we're both still couples who
love each other. But I think there is something between the four
of us."
"Right, everybody needs privacy," Tanya said. "But I don't
like the idea of structuring our get-togethers. I think we should
just let them happen."
"Still like the idea of Barry sneaking into the house and
making like the rapist, huh?" Chance said with a squeeze to his
wife's waist.
"Yes, yes I do," Tanya said, giving Barry an inviting stare.
"And if he doesn't do it in the next week, I'm going to be
terribly disappointed."
"One rape at a time of my choosing coming up next week,"
Barry nodded. "My pleasure madam."
"I know what Tanya means," Cari said. "We might just want to
be with one another either together or separately, whenever. I
think that sounds good."
Both the men nodded their agreement.
"However, you two are still invited to our house for dinner,
say, next Friday," Tanya said. "And we won't take any excuses
this time."
"Yes, ma'am," Barry said snapping to attention.
"Personally, I think we've been talking too much," Cari said
with a wink to Tanya. "I think it's time the sexy sisters did
their thing again."
Tanya winked back. A moment later, Barry found himself flat
on his back beneath two very alluring and willing women. It was a
nice family to be marrying into.
The End