The Hot Summer

My junior year in high school was not my favorite one. The island
getaway positioned my mother closer than ever to Rachel and it was weeks
before they came up for air. Carmen and Jeanie became an exclusive item
when Carmen's boyfriend announced he would not be returning. Iris moved
with my uncle to a different state in the hope the change would be good
for his children. By virtue of these circumstances, Tanya was the only
female with whom I was having sex. We were just getting comfortable as
girlfriend and boyfriend when her father called her home.
My mother and I became sexually reacquainted the week before
school started. Unfortunately, the return of sex to the household
stimulated Marisa's suspicions again and she went on the warpath giving my
mother and I very little time alone. Our encounters only occurred when
Marisa was with her father. In retrospect and considering our respective
sex drives, this only served to keep the sexual bond between us alive and
vibrant.
I had curtailed some of my martial arts training to replace the
time with my job as an executive gofer. However, my swim coach increased
my practice time so my schedule was tighter than it had ever been. My
classmates were the most convenient and available source of possible
sexual partners but they all turned out to be poor candidates. I had
committed incest twice under the law and two other times if step-aunts
were considered close relatives. I was sixteen years old and had been a
part of five different threesomes. I had been enrolled in two separate but
concurrent lover training programs taught by older women (Blanca and my
mother) preparing me to be an outstanding lover. The girls in my school
did not seem capable of having a relationship based purely on sexual
pleasure. Brittany and Jeanie had been exceptions and Brittany only
because anything I did got her off. I never once considered having a
connection with any girl that I dated. On the rare occasion that I did get
into a classmate's pants, the relationship lasted no more than two weeks
before they got out because I was only interested in the sex.
I quickly comprehended that my sex life was going to suffer during
my junior year so I decided to focus on getting into college. The people
in my life were campaigning for me to apply to the same college that the
twins had chosen. Our swim coach had been offered the head position of
swim coach at the college. We knew it was because the twins would jump at
the opportunity to keep him as their coach. He tried to convince me to
join the twins but I could not see the finances working out. My mother
wanted it but Marisa was only three years behind me and I wanted her to go
to a great college.
My grades were good enough and the extra focus raised my
collegiate test scores high enough that everyone became more insistent.
The college made it much tougher to quiet the commotion when they began
actively recruiting me. The twins' swimming skills had improved a lot but
I kept up with them in my role as supporting cast member.
Things got interesting when another young female family member
came to live with us. Karen was the daughter of my mother's second oldest
brother. My uncle was a wolf but he felt guilt and regret. It had to be
tough to possess instincts your conscience could not tolerate.
I knew there was something wrong when my mother warned me to be
careful with Karen. The fact that we had just renewed our sexual bond in a
night of sweat drenched sex made it clear what part of my relationship
with Karen she thought I needed to be careful about. Karen was fourteen
and a late bloomer for our family. She showed promise with straight black
hair, dark eyes, clean pale skin, and a tight teenaged body. She was going
to stand out as cool breeze in the heat that was the women of my family.
The warning troubled me so I ignored Karen for the most part. Her
reactions were not consistent enough for me to do anything else. One
moment she would be on the verge of smoldering, and the next running away.
It was not at all in the teasing manner that Iris ran away. The first
visit from her father brought me closer to the truth. His eyes expressed
lust and remorse when he looked at her. Her eyes reflected back confusion
and pain. Something had happened between them but no one in my family
would talk about it, least of all to me.
I ended the school year with no worries about college except for
finding a way to get people off my back about my choice of schools. I was
without any steady sexual partners, I had a confused and hurt teenage girl
living in my house and I had no plans for the summer.
The twins went away to a summer swimming camp at the college with
our coach. I was invited but thought it would only confuse the issue of my
matriculation. My coach did not seem disappointed but he had not yet moved
closer to the college so he was still working with me for the summer. It
was the first time I had his exclusive attention and I suffered for it.
The first week was the most brutal sessions we had ever had. It felt like
he was trying to make me quit. I wanted to be good enough to be considered
for a swimming scholarship so I saw his efforts as an aid to achieve my
goal.
The summer was looking like a reflection of my school year. None
of my female classmates tried to hang out with me, Karen had me avoiding
the house, and my workouts in martial arts and swimming were consuming a
lot of time. My gofer position with Michael changed into an arrangement to
have me experience all parts of the Smith businesses. I had resigned
myself to my first uneventful and quiet teenage summer when Rachel Smith
made the first open move to mold my life in the image of her husband.
Seduction may not have been a part of her plan but afterwards my mother's
words said it was not unexpected. I had never released my crush on Rachel
or perhaps its grip on me had never loosened. It was five years since the
first time my vision was clouded by Rachel in a bikini. She was more
beautiful at thirty-three than she was at twenty-eight. She was
approaching her sexual maturity and seemed to glow when I looked at her.
It must have had a lot to do with the halo of long blonde hair coupled
with her lifestyle. She was tall with womanly hips, a lush ass, D-cup
breasts, and worked out; it had the effect of shaping her abundant curves
into a feminine symmetry. My mother defined what I found attractive in a
woman but Rachel refined every detail each time I saw her from the time I
was twelve. The crush had changed though. At seventeen, I knew this was
someone to whom I would always be attracted to. There was nothing wrong in
my enjoying being around her, but I could not do anything about it.
I was left to my own devices the second weekend after school let
out. My martial arts school was giving a test, Michael was on a business
trip, and my swim training had me off on Saturdays. Unfortunately, by the
end of the school year Karen had developed a full-blown crush on me. She
and my sister never had any type of a relationship even though they were
the same age. The crush and the competition that it brought for my
attention had them close to blows. Karen transferred the looks she gave to
her father to me and added longing and fear to the mix of confusion and
pain. My mother made no move to either push her further into the crush or
push me away from her. The Friday night before my weekend of freedom, she
initiated a catch-me game with Marisa and I. I played with them because
they seemed to be getting along and I wanted to foster cooperation between
the two girls. It deteriorated badly when Marisa realized that Karen was
only playing with me and she sensed the sexual innuendo of Karen's play.
Marisa slammed the door of her room after she stormed off in protest.
Karen continued the game but it all was brought to a screeching halt when
I touched her ass.
It was an accident, even though she had been copping feels of me
throughout the game. I meant to wrap a hand around her waist but she
stepped onto the sofa and turned around. I did what came naturally when a
female ass is in my hand during a flirting episode. I filled my hand with
her small, tight ass and she nearly flipped out. There was no longing or
confusion only fear and pain. I let go immediately; she ran to her room
and I knew she did not want me to chase her.
The next morning she tried to act as if nothing happened but her
eyes flashed afterimages of her fear. Marisa and my mother spent most of
breakfast looking between us and giving me angry looks as Karen moved
closer to depression. I had enough of the women in my household and called
Rachel. I asked her if I could spend the day being lazy by her pool.
When I hung up the phone, it looked to me like Marisa was getting ready to
ask if she could tag along. My mother stopped her from inquiring with one
look.
I biked hard to Rachel's house trying to burn off some of the
frustration ahead of time. I became frustrated enough when I was around
her without bringing some to the table to begin with. She welcomed me with
a quick hug and asked me if I had eaten. With the battle conditions
escalating at the house, I had eaten less than half of my breakfast. She
laughed at the look on my face and offered to cook something. They used a
service agency to supplement a small staff but with the twins gone for the
summer only her permanent staff were currently working at the house.
Coincidently, the staff had the weekend off leaving us alone in
her house. I did not notice until after we finished breakfast and sat
around for a couple of hours talking about the twins and my life. She got
to hear how I felt about going to college with the twins. I told her I
wanted to attend, but the financial burden on my mom for two kids would be
too much. It was frustrating to have people tell me I should go when I
knew it was not the best thing for my family. No one doubted that Marisa
would be a doctor nor did I ever doubt that Michael would be hers someday.
I saw my passion in her eyes when she spoke about those two things. Her
schooling would be expensive and it seemed stupid to make the financial
side tougher when my own plans were unclear. I was grateful Rachel heard
me out. I thought I had gotten one person off my back but I should have
known better. She was never as bad as the rest because she took care of
her family, which consisted of her sons, Michael, my mother, Marisa and
me.
She stood up from the stool and shook my hair. She ordered me into
the pool grumbling about it being the best way to cheer the twins and I
up. I went to the twins' room and changed. I regretted having spoken to
Rachel about my frustration but she was the only one I thought might ease
off if I told her how I felt.
The pool was large enough for comfortable laps so I started with
those. I changed strokes each lap as my coach insisted when I was swimming
recreationally. I set a relaxed pace that would not fatigue me for my
regular workout the next morning. I needed to think and the pool always
helped. I stopped and was resting on the edge facing the house with most
of my body still in the water when Rachel came out.
She had on a new yellow bikini and its affect was immediate. She
walked towards me so I was able to take in its every detail. It covered
more than enough to be modest but there were metal links joining different
portions showing a little flesh. There were three metal rings between the
breast cups in front, and there were metal links on each of her hips
joining the front piece to the back. I had to adjust my shorts as she
dragged the outside lounge closer to me and bent over to put her towel
down. She looked at me and smiled.
"Baby, can you help me with the suntan lotion?" she asked. I
nodded dumbly. I had been performing suntan lotion service for years; the
first time was soon after Iris and I began having sex. It never gained its
proper place in my masturbation repertoire because I was well beyond
rubbing when it started.
This time was different. First, my hardon was telling me that the
two of us were alone and we were mostly naked. The important parts were
covered but we could be described as mostly naked.
Second, she usually applied most of the lotion and had me do the
spots she could not reach. I stood by her lounge with the bottle of lotion
in my hand looking confused at her 'lotion-less' body as she lay on her
back.
"Start with my face," she instructed me patting the lounge. With
her blue eyes looking at me, I had to accept the fact that no matter how
much sexual experience I gained, I would always see Rachel through the
eyes of a desperate twelve-year-old boy. I laughed at myself as I sat down
and poured some of the lotion on my hands.
Her seduction was brilliant in its timing and its rhythm.
This was the first time I touched her face intimately since our
kiss upon my return from Puerto Rico. I started with her forehead and
traced her features gently. Her eyes were closed so I could try to
memorize the feel of her on my hands. I had enough lotion so I could put a
light coat on her face. I used my palms on her cheeks and fingertips on
her chin. I grabbed the tip of her nose between my fingers and tweaked it.
She opened her eyes and smiled mischievously at me.
The message in her eyes informed the deepest corner of my soul
that what it had been waiting for was at hand. That stealthy organ chose
not to share that secret with me; it was not time. I had been empowered
but I was unaware of my power.
I put more lotion on my hands and stroked it on her neck. She was
ticklish and giggled before settling herself back into the chair. I rubbed
the lotion into each shoulder. I looked down at her face; her eyes were
closed but her lips were slightly parted. I took her closest arm and put
it on my lap. I poured a small line of lotion on her upper arm and worked
it into her skin. I pulled her other arm across her body and gave it the
same treatment. I did her arms first to avoid her chest but now only had a
choice between her legs or torso, all epicenters of male fantasy. I chose
her torso and used the bottle to draw a line of large drops from her belly
button to the hollow of her neck. She arched her back as each droplet
struck, her legs moved restlessly, and she worked her neck in a small
circle. I was sure she would stop me; however, I had no recourse but to
continue when she did not. I started with her stomach, tight from her
workouts. Her skin was incredibly soft underneath my hands as I spread the
lotion to the sides of her ribcage. I held my breath as I moved to the
area just below each breast. As I moved around, different parts of my
fingers and hands touched the bottom of each full breast. Finally, I moved
my hands down, shifted their position, and moved them upwards so that that
the bottom of her breasts ended in the V between my thumb and first finger
of each hand. One quick motion upwards would have freed her breasts
exposing her nipples to my palms. I avoided the temptation by moving to
the top of her chest and working the lotion there. I noticed one drop
underneath the links between her breasts. I held my breath again as I used
my fingertips to coat the area between her breasts with that drop. Her
legs were easier to do. I had to stand up and it allowed another needed
adjustment in my shorts. I started at the bottom of her feet first which
had her giggling for me again. I worked her shins very slowly preparing
myself for her thighs. She had thick athletic thighs since she preferred
aerobic machines like the Stairmaster. I dropped lotion on them allowing
myself time to look. She had placed me in this position and there was no
one in the house so I thought it safe to drink the sight of her. I liked
thick thighs on women; there was something sexual about it. I took my time
making sure every part of her thighs were well covered in the lotion and
at the same time I was getting a lifetime's worth of feels from it. I
coated my hands again knowing that the most dangerous part was coming up.
I put my hands on the sides of her hips and worked my way inward until I
was touching her bikini bottom near the juncture of her legs. I followed
the path of her bikini to coat the inside of her thighs. I had the same
finger of each hand on opposite sides of the cloth that covered Rachel's
pussy; things got slightly blurry. I stopped myself before I went too far.
Finally, I rubbed the extra lotion on my hands into her thighs to signal
her I was done with this side.
She turned over. Without missing a beat, she undid her top so that
I could work her entire back. As she lay on her stomach trapping her top
beneath her body, she reached back, arched her ass up and tucked the
bottom in to her crack exposing more skin to the sun. My brain signaled my
groin informing it that as soon as I finished the rest of her back, my
hands would be on the ass of my many fantasies for the past five years.
Her seduction was brilliant in its timing and rhythm.
I poured a liberal amount of lotion on her back. I rubbed it into
her lower back first. I would be returning to go lower but I was torturing
myself by going slowly. Her skin was flawless which was no surprise to me
considering the detailed attention I had given her body for the last five
years. I would have known if there any blemishes. I took my time on her
upper back making sure she shined in the sun. She groaned when I rubbed
her shoulders so I spent a couple of minutes massaging them. She made the
requisite noises that signaled her appreciation. I moved to her lower back
again and dripped a little more lotion on it. I turned around so that I
was facing her ass and rubbed the lotion it. I ran my fingertips along the
edge of her bikini. She arched her ass again at the sensation of my
fingers along the intimate line. I got off the lounge and moved to her
feet. I had a plan for how I wanted her ass in my hands but it had to seem
a natural sequence. I knelt at her feet and stroked her calves upward with
lotion soaked hands. I knew she had been on the Stairmaster that morning
so I made sure that my motions worked out any soreness in them. I climbed
onto the lounge, straddled her calves and tickled the back of her knees.
She tried to pull away but I was pinning her legs. When I continued
tickling her, she knelt up all the way back until her ass was in my
crotch. She turned her upper body to pat my nose playfully with a finger
before slowly getting back on her stomach.
There were too many things for my mind to process efficiently in
those few seconds. There was the view of her ass as it came towards me
with her legs trapped together. The cloth covering her pussy was exposed
then gone again as she came nearer to me. I had a half second glimpse of
her ass as it came into position above my crotch. There was the feel of
her ass on my hardon as she came into contact with me, along with the feel
of her ass moving against my hardon as she turned her body to pat my nose.
The momentary flash of naked breast as she turned her body to pat my nose
accosted me. I had a peek at her ass and cloth covered pussy as she moved
to lay back down. I could sense the motion of her hips and ass as she
adjusted the top into the correct position on her breasts.
I rubbed my palms from the center of my forehead to my temples
trying to recover. I grabbed the lotion again and recoated my hands. I
barely noticed as I rubbed lotion into the back of her thighs moving
upwards towards her ass. I recovered only when I was straddling her thighs
with just her ass left untreated.
My mind suggested only doing a cursory job to maintain control but
was shouted down by other parts of my body. I did not believe I would get
away with taking the time on her ass as I had with her thighs but I could
get away with a couple of real grabs if I did it right. I put lotion on
only the palms of my hands and recoated her hips. I made circles while
moving inward so that I was running my palms over her ass cheeks where
there was no bikini. I dropped my fingers onto her skin and worked the
lotion into her ass as if I were giving her a massage. I moved my hands
up, down and around her ass and stopped a second after it became obvious I
was feeling her up.
I got off the lounge and dived into the water. I was restless but
laps would have made it seem like I was trying to work something off. I
moved through the water with no purpose or intent trying not to think
about how good her ass felt filling my hands. I was close to her lounge
again when I felt her hit the water next to me. I turned around and she
was swimming towards the other side of the pool. I pulled myself up on to
the edge and sat with my feet kicking the water. She swam a few laps in
the well-trained strokes of our first swimming teacher.
She pulled up next to me and crossed her arms on the edge of the
pool while looking up at me. She looked so good wet that I thought about
leaving before I embarrassed both of us. Her seduction was brilliant in
its timing and rhythm.
"You need lotion too.," she said looking at me. I did not need it
in most cases but I had planned to stay out awhile so I nodded. I was
turning around to look for the lotion when she pulled herself out of the
water beside me. This worked to shower me in the water coming from her
body. She laughed as I tried to duck out of the way and stood over me
shaking herself off. I tried to laugh but only managed stunned worship.
She reached down to grab my hand and pulled me up. She dragged me
to the lounge and pushed me down onto it. She grabbed the bottle of lotion
and sat behind me with a leg on each side of me. This was the usual
position when she did the twins' and my back when we hung out by the pool
too long. With no one in the house and having spent the last minutes with
my hands on her ass, the position was more sensual.
"Can I ask you some questions?" she asked as I felt the suntan
lotion hit my back. I tried to shrug nonchalantly.
"They are personal, about the twins and you," she warned me. She
put her hands on the small of my back at my spine. She worked the lotion
upwards and towards my sides. Any warning was ignored as my brain cells
focused all energy on keeping me breathing and processing information from
nerve cells that screamed in pleasure as her hands moved on my skin.
"Are the twins active?" she asked quietly. The question froze me
and I turned around to look at her.
"Sexually," she whispered looking at me with her deep blue eyes.
I turned back around and thought about her question as her hands
moved to put lotion on the sides of my torso. She was the only person that
could have asked me such a question, without me creating a wall between
us.
"Why do you want to know?" I asked.
"I see you with girls more often than I see the both of them with
anybody. And I'm their mother I want to be sure they're safe." The last
was punctuated by a poke on my shoulder. I turned my head and gave her a
smile.
"Rachel, the twins are fantastic looking in that tall, blonde,
blue-eyed, athletic, perfect way."
"Yeah, but they're... you know," she replied.
I turned around to look at her again. This time she avoided my
eyes.
"Weird?" I asked teasing her which earned me another poke in the
shoulder.
"They do a lot of switching," I continued.
"They do not!" she exclaimed and pulled my face around to see my
eyes. I smiled and nodded at her. The mother fought down the womanly
outrage. "The girls can't tell?"
"Rachel, you can't tell them apart. How are girls who are only
interested in the twins social status and spend no more than two hours a
day with them going to manage it?"
She poked the other shoulder for variety and then she poured a
line of lotion from one shoulder to the next and returned the massage
favor. I usually disliked people touching me like that but had no problem
letting her do whatever she wanted.
"You shouldn't make fun of me," she lamented humorlessly. "I'm
their mother and I constantly call them by the wrong name."
I shrugged since I never had a problem keeping them separate.
"How do you do it?" she asked me earnestly. I had been able to
from the first time I met them. I did feel guilty that I had enjoyed her
confusion for so long and decided that it was time to put her out of her
misery.
"Sean has a scar."
She slipped her arm around my neck. It was a decent chokehold
once she closed it by grabbing her wrist with her free hand; of course her
breasts were pressed up against my back helping to steal my breath.
"How did he get it?" she asked very seriously. I made exaggerated
gurgling noises and pointed at her arm around my neck. She released the
choke but kept enough pressure so that I 'had' to stay in place.
"He fell at the pool when we first met," I said and continued with
my memory of the incident. It had been a public swimming program so there
were older kids mixed in with us. The twins were out of place so it was
natural for kids to pick on them when Roger had his back turned. I did not
speak English and they did not want to talk to anyone so we had gravitated
towards each other early on. We were leaving to change when one of the
older kids decided to pick on the twins. We had turned to walk away from
him when he pushed Sean hard. Sean was wrapped in a towel and could not
prevent his fall to the concrete face first. Their father turned around to
see Sean hit the deck, and watch as Patrick and I grabbed the older boy.
We were near the deep end of the pool so when Sean moved to help us the
pile fell in. Sean and Patrick knew how to swim so they were not in
danger, but I did not. It was not too much of a problem for me since with
a hold on the boy's neck similar to Rachel's on mine I seemed intent on
drowning us both. It took every adult at the pool to sort us out since
Sean and Patrick were aiding and abetting my murderous attempt. The twins
tried to argue years later that it was their murderous attempt but I have
always repulsed their attempts to steal the credit. They bowed before my
logic but surprisingly Rachel seemed unswayed. She released her hold on my
neck; freed I sat up.
"Put your hands up," she said reaching around to my stomach with
her hands. I put my hands behind my head and sat up straight exposing my
stomach to her touch.
"That explains a lot," she said quietly. I thought her hands were
on autopilot because she was not applying the lotion so much as caressing
my stomach and chest. Her breasts touched my back every so often as she
swayed back an forth depending on were her hands were touching me.
"I would have noticed stitches," she said as if to reassure
herself.
"There were no stitches but Sean kept picking and picking at it
which is why it scarred," I told her.
"Where is it that I never noticed?" she asked me anxiously.
"It's tiny, Rachel," I reassured her.
"Still, where is it?" she asked again.
"Its a tiny white line just touching the right corner of his
mouth. You'll have to look for it and be nearly in his face to see it" I
turned around and she tightened her arms around me. I pointed to spot on
my face where she could find it the next time she saw Sean.
She put more lotion on her hands and continued stroking the front
of my torso. I considered telling her I was well covered there but with
her hands running along the line of my shorts, I killed the thought.
"Anyway, I rarely see them with girls here," she continued after
some time.
"Rachel, I've lived closer to the school for the last two years
than they have," I explained, "I have my own room and what amounts to a
private entrance."
She reapplied the chokehold and pulled me back down on her, "You
monster! You have been perverting my babies."
I lost it on that one and dissolved into fits of laughter. She
poured more lotion on me and keeping me with my body leaning on hers she
rubbed my arms it.
"What's so funny?" she asked warily when I was done laughing.
"Rachel, the twins are much better looking than I am so believe me
they have significantly more experience."
Surprisingly, even with my sexual history it was the truth. I
doubted they had the quality but they had me beat in quantity by
significant numbers. They were very good-looking, and physically gifted at
a time when that was the only measure of success that girls had. They also
believed it was perfectly natural to switch since they had shared
everything in their life. It seemed a way of maintaining their bond to
each other.
"They aren't that much better looking than you are." She defended
me; her voice was soft. My heart beat faster as her hands moved to put the
lotion on my face.
"Yes, they are Rachel," I replied.
"Some women will always prefer you," she returned after a few
seconds. I felt pressure in my chest at her words. She dragged herself out
from under me. I scooted back so that I could lean on the lounge. She
knelt between my legs and dropped lotion on my left thigh.
"So how much experience do you have?" she asked without looking at
me. I was already sensitive in my legs, add to that it was Rachel who was
rubbing the lotion into my thighs my insanity was moments away. Even for
Rachel the question was far too personal, but she was rubbing my thighs
inches away from my hard penis. I was reminded that there was no way that
with my size she could miss the fact that I was sporting an erection. I
was desperate to distract her.
"I get it," I said suddenly.
She looked at me surprised.
"If I tell you, how much experience I have. You can get an idea of
how much they have." I said in a very professorial tone of voice.
She slapped my thigh hard.
"Well, if you're a virgin then significant is one, right." She
raised an eyebrow teasing me.
I nodded slowly.
"And I only have to worry about them having remembered about safe
sex once, right?"
I nodded again even slower.
"This is the part where you tell me you're not a virgin," she said
with a sigh.
I shook my head slowly.
"You are a virgin?" she asked surprised.
I shook my head again.
"You were telling me that you are not a virgin," she said nodding
her head.
I nodded mine back at her.
"Significantly not a virgin?" she asked seriously.
It was an interesting choice of phrasing and my face went through
several funny contortions as I thought about that. It did not help that
her hands had settled on the inside of my thighs and she was using her
nails to play with the skin an inch under my shorts.
"I can agree with significantly not a virgin," I said not wanting
her to stop her motion on my thighs.
"How many girls have you slept with?" she asked suddenly.
"I'm not going to answer that," I replied quickly.
She took her hands off my thighs, put them both on my chest and
leaned against me.
"A good-looking, sociable young man who is also physically gifted
tells me, my sons are having significantly more sex than him," she said
tilting her head left and right to emphasize the point, "This is a young
man who was banging the head cheerleader, a senior, senseless during his
sophomore year in high school."
I cringed at that, remembering how Brittany never hid what we were
doing around Rachel for some reason.
"I did not say they were having more sex." I defended myself. She
leaned more of her weight on my chest. The position was working to frame
her breasts in her bikini, a point I finally noticed. I stared for about
30 seconds before she moved down so her eyes were in line of sight with
mine and raised her eyebrows.
"You said they were more experienced."
"Sorry," I mumbled and continued more clearly, "I meant they have
had more sexual partners than I have."
"Okay, how many have you had?" she asked moving to continue to
apply lotion on my legs.
I counted in my head; Iris, Blanca, Carolina, Brittany, Stephanie,
my mother, Cara, Jeanie, Carmen, Tanya, the wife on the hike, and two of
the wilder in-crowd members during the last school year. I thought about
the girls that I remembered the twins being with and stopped counting when
I realized I was listing them separately and not taking switching into
account. The twins ranged much wider than I did, having picked up girls
from other high schools.
"I KNOW you do not have to think about it for that long!" she said
in nearly amused anger.
"No!" I defended myself, "I was trying to remember everyone the
twins have slept with."
She opened her mouth in mock outrage and pounced onto me so that
she was straddling my hips. She playfully pounded on me. I was too busy
laughing so I did not even try to defend myself.
This was the first time since our conversation in her kitchen
before Puerto Rico that we had played like this. The twins rarely gave her
the opportunity to play with them. I became the surrogate for that type of
robust affection as I spent more time with her family, especially after
her husband died. It was sexually frustrating but I was glad she was
playing with me again.
I had missed it.
She sat back on my thighs and crossed her arms below her chest.
The next question proved she was trying to distract me.
"Okay, since you won't tell me... are they at least being safe?"
"Absolutely," I said seriously looking away from her breasts to
meet her eyes.
"How do you know?" she asked continuing to press.
"I buy the condoms," I admitted.
"What?" she asked surprised again.
"They... they're embarrassed to buy them," I said not meeting her
eyes.
"And you're not?" she asked.
"I buy a lot at time," I said seriously. "It helps."
She collapsed in laughter onto my chest. I put my head back and
took a deep breath. I needed it to stop myself from grabbing her hips and
enjoying the feel of her in my hands. She sat back and ran her fingers
through her hair. She stretched luxuriously with her hands over her head.
Her breasts pushed forward and I nearly groaned audibly at the vision of
her.
I thought I had been hurting before.
She stared at me with those beautiful bright blue eyes. I wanted
very badly to know what she was thinking.
"Are you being safe?" she asked.
"Very safe with unsafe people," I replied.
"What does that mean?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"No kids remember. Which seems to be an excuse to be unsafe with
people I know are only having sex with me."
"And how do you know they are only having sex with you?" she said
archly.
"Do you think Brittany was having sex with someone else?" I asked
just as archly.
"No" she admitted, "I gotta say that girl was...that girl did not
masturbate without you in the same room."
I raised an eyebrow myself at her phrasing. She was talking to me
as if I were an adult. She got off my legs and sat next to me on the
lounge.
"I've only been stupid once," I said thinking about my hiking
adventure, "And I tested negative for everything at the beginning of the
summer.
She nodded to herself as I said that last part. I had talked the
twins into testing with me as a way to make myself go to the clinic.
"So how did you get so good that girls like Brittany don't even
think about other boys?" she asked.
"I had lessons," I admitted before I realized I had spoken. The
question surprised me and she was doing the framing thing with her breasts
at that moment so it slipped. "I think I would prefer if you forget I said
that."
"Oh, no!" she said excitedly poking me in the shoulder, "You're
going to have to explain that one, buddy."
Her tongue and lips accentuated every syllable when she said that
to me so I stared at her mouth for a little bit. She poked me again and I
came out of my minor trance.
"Come on, Rachel," I said plaintively, "This is embarrassing."
"What would make it less embarrassing?" she asked determined to
continue.
"If you had to answer the same questions," I replied figuring that
would end the conversation.
"I'm going to go inside get us some juice and we'll play your
question game, okay?" she said focusing on me intently.
I could only nod having put myself in that position. I had not
expected her to agree and was stuck with the consequences. I watched her
ass sway as she walked into the house. Once she entered the house I did
some mental editing of my life to prepare for her questions. Her seduction
was brilliant in its timing and rhythm.
She came back outside with two glasses and a pitcher of lemonade.
She looked so beautiful I knew I would not be able to lie to her. She
poured glasses for both of us and pushed my legs so that I had to cross
them Indian style. She handed me a glass, sat facing me and crossed her
legs like I had.
"Here are the rules," she said looking at me.
"Rules?" I asked.
"Five questions each. You must tell the truth no matter what. You
go first and for my last question you tell me what you meant by you've had
lessons."
I nodded to myself mostly wondering why there was a limit of five
questions. I shook my head to clear my mind and asked a question meant to
scare her away.
"During that last argument between my mother and my stepfather,
she said as her lover you made sure she took good care of your husband," I
said quietly looking into her eyes. They widened for a second but she
nodded for me to continue.
"It sounded like you were auditioning her as his lover...what was
that about?"
"Be more specific, David," she said seriously.
"No."
"What?" she asked looking at me surprised.
"I had to ask first so I don't know how far you want to take this
other than I have to answer a very non-specific question about my life," I
explained to her.
She looked away from me and nodded. She seemed to be thinking
about how to answer the question and it made me nervous.
"He wanted her from the first time they met," she said not looking
at me. "When I met her, I wanted her too."
She turned to look at me. I sat quietly waiting for the rest.
"I seduced her into our arrangement. She was the last woman we
brought into our marriage. Is that enough?"
The way she said those words was more personal litany than the
lurid detail I expected, so I nodded. I had not scared her away with my
question.
"Question number one. How did you lose your virginity?" she said
smiling as her voice turned the words in my gut.
I started sweating. There was something about Rachel that made me
want to be a good little boy although I was anything but. I was so
distracted by not wanting her to think less of me that I did not consider
the fact that we were even having this conversation.
"It happened in the back of a van returning from the lake with
Iris." I guess my voice said it all also because she nodded and waved her
hand to tell me it was my turn.
I had decided against what we were doing.
"It was Blanca in Puerto Rico who gave me sex lessons," I said not
looking at her hoping she let the rest drop.
"I thought Puerto Rico was about Carolina?" she asked letting me
turn the wave we were on.
"Blanca wanted Carolina broken to the collar," I said looking at
her.
She nodded for me to continue.
"Blanca was the baby of the family and then Carolina came along. I
think the family fucked things up royally with Blanca. She had all this
resentment built up towards Carolina. She wanted Carolina to be hers. I
think she loved Carolina but her love was twisted by her hard feelings."
"How did the lessons come about?"
"Carolina was mad at my stepfather and decided it was time to lose
her virginity. She liked me and my stepfather didn't. I would be gone
after the summer, so it came together for the both of them."
"Go ahead," she encouraged.
I told her about how Blanca had walked me down the path of
sexuality, from hand job, to blowjob and finally to fucking. How she
started revealing how she wanted Carolina and how I could have them both
if I did things her way. Rachel always pulled things out of me so I held
nothing back as I explained how Blanca trained me to make Carolina hers. I
told her about the reading that Blanca had me do and the practice sessions
where she held me on the brink of orgasm to understand what could happen
to a woman if I held her there too long. I told her about the leather and
vinyl outfits she had made for Carolina and herself, mistress and slave. I
told her how I had seduced Carolina while being taught to be a woman's
lover. I described how each lesson was translated from Blanca to
Carolina's pleasure. I told her about how it felt to make the mistress
give her ass as payment for services rendered.
"When I was in her ass, Blanca had surrendered. She was mine. That
feeling returns every time a woman surrenders her ass."
I looked at her and she looked back into my eyes.
"It is like THEY ARE MINE," I said.
We stared at each other for about thirty seconds but it was too
intense for either of us. I had gone too far, I had revealed too much. We
broke our gaze at the same time. I had been talking for an hour straight
and my body was surging with adrenaline. I got up and dove into the pool.
I swam underwater to the other side and stayed on the bottom until the
burning in my lungs matched the burning everywhere else. I did a
backstroke to return to her side of the pool.
My mind was empty from the shock of having opened myself to her so
completely. I had told her everything about that summer even how I thought
my mother knew what was going on but had looked the other way. She was
waiting for me. She bend down and stared at me. I stared at her body and
then into her eyes. We held that position for a minute, not speaking just
looking at each other.
"I'm going to take a shower," she said simply and straightened.
She turned around and walked into the house. I watched her ass sway as she
walked away from me. Her seduction was brilliant in its timing and rhythm.
When I could not see her anymore I turned over and floated on my
back. I was still not capable of reason. I slipped under the water but the
burning in my lungs could not approach the burning in my soul. I floated
on my back.
I was not inexperienced.
I was not stupid.
This was RACHEL.
When my sexual fantasies had been an amorphous blob, she
methodically gave them form. I had fucked my mother but that had been
predestined, a part of our animal nature. The first emotional pain I ever
remembered feeling was the one I felt for Rachel as she cried on me the
night her husband died.
The seduction had been so long in the making and so fluent I was
barely sentient when I pulled myself out of the pool. I dripped water into
the house, up her staircase and down the hall to the master bedroom. The
door was slightly open; I pushed it and walked inside. The bathroom door
was open wide and I could hear the water running in the shower. I still
had not pondered or even considered what I was doing when I walked into
her bathroom. It was large with a tub, a separate shower stall and a small
dressing area with a vanity and bench. I turned to the shower and watched
the shape of Rachel from outside of the sliding doors. I moved to the door
and put my forehead on it. I could not make her out clearly but my mind
could see her. I could see the water hitting her as she raised her face so
the heat could be added to what was already burning.
It was her moan that caused the door to open. One second, I was
leaning my forehead against the door; by the time her moan relented, the
door was open. I was staring at Rachel naked under the water. Her eyes
were closed as she leaned against the wall of the shower opposite me. Her
face was turned up in pleasure. One hand was stroking a nipple, a large
areola circling a hard tiny tube that was her nipple. Her other hand was
buried between her legs as she stroked herself. She opened her eyes as the
wave of cold air hit her. Those brilliant blue eyes were somehow a shade
lighter as her need drained color from them. She did not say anything or
try to cover up; she stared into my eyes as I stared into hers.
I did not break the eye contact as I pushed my shorts down my legs
and stepped out of them. My hardon pointed at her as if drawn by the large
magnet formed by my fantasies. I could not feel my body, only the pressure
in my head as I stepped into the shower. She took her hands away from her
body and set them beside her against the wall. It was not a denial or
invitation; it was acceptance of what was going to happen. I stepped up to
her and my body finally returned to a wakeful state. Electricity shot from
my dick as it came into contact with her belly and then trailed down her
stomach to the left as I moved forward until my chest was touching her
breasts. At five foot ten, she was an inch taller than I was at the time.
The height difference between us would change over the next couple of
years as I gained the last inch to equal her. I put my hands on the wall
above her head and leaned my weight on her. She moaned again as she bent
her face down that inch to align our lips.
It started where the Puerto Rico kiss ended. The hook that she had
set that night sank deeper into me as I tasted the sweetness of her lips
again. Her mouth opened as she put her arms around my waist and her hands
on my lower back. She pulled me into her as her hands traveled up my body
trailing fire. The pulling was a signal my body understood, she offered me
a preview of everything to come. She accepted my tongue into her mouth and
stroked it in welcome with hers. The kiss after Puerto Rico had not lasted
long enough to satisfy my soul, and none ever could but this one came
close. Our tongues danced with each other as she moaned into my mouth
while her hands stroked my back. It was my stroking my dick against her
that made me break our kiss.
The first conscious thought I had was that if I kept going I would
come on her. I dropped my head and tried to regain control. She took a
hand from my back and put in under my chin. She turned my face up and
gave me a gentle kiss as she stroked my face. She took her lips away and
looked into my eyes. I was twelve in that moment, all the experience
melted away and I was a little boy stunned by a yellow bikini. She took my
hand and pulled me out of the shower. She guided me to her bedroom and
crawled on the bed still dragging me with her. She turned over on her back
and drew me between her legs. I felt completed as the woman of my dreams
placed her legs on my hips and with her other hand grabbed my dick. She
pulled me nearly on top of her so that I had to put a hand alongside her
head to hold my weight up. She let go of my hand to stroke my face and
moved it behind my head to pull me into another kiss. She placed me at
the entrance of her pussy so that I was mashing her lips open. She held me
there, letting me control my slide into her. We kissed and as my tongue
moved in her mouth, I applied a small amount of pressure with my hips to
penetrate her with the head of my dick. She moaned into my mouth and
deepened the kiss with her hunger. I gave her more of my body. She took
her hand from my dick to place it on my ass. She applied pressure
signaling her need for more. I pressed down into her until I was
completely inside of her. She raised her legs higher on my ribs and pushed
her hips up for me to gain the last notch of depth possible. I let go of
her lips and collapsed my weight on top of her to put my face into her
neck and suckle the skin where her shoulders met the smooth skin of her
neck. Only the feel of my mother's lush body could start to compare to
what my dick felt like buried in Rachel's pussy. I swear I could taste her
through my dick.
I did not move.
I did not want to move.
She moved her hips to get more pleasure from the feel of me inside
her promising me that just little motion would make it feel even better.
I did want other things with this woman.
I wanted it to feel better for both of us.
I moved my hands down her body and beneath her. I lifted her up
enough to get my hands under her ass. I grabbed her ass overtly as I had
while putting lotion on it. I aligned our lips and she opened naturally
to accept my tongue back in.
We did not fuck; we ground ourselves to orgasm as we kissed. I set
the rhythm by increasing and decreasing the pressure of my hands on her
ass as our hips moved in concert against each other. We fucked in the
confines of the one inch that we traveled up and down because we were so
needful that we dared not stimulate our bodies any more than what we were
doing. My dick was a rod of sensation, from the root, up my length to the
head where I could feel her insides gripping and releasing me. She ground
her clit into my pubic hair.
She broke the kiss to groan my name loudly as her legs squeezed me
hard. The sweetest woman I knew dug her nails painfully into my back as an
intense orgasm took her body. She screamed and moved her hips beneath me
almost violently trying to make the pleasure swamping her body last a
little longer. The sweetness that flooded my dick was too much and my face
found the shelter of her neck as my own orgasm struck me.
It struck me.
I grunted and moaned loudly into her neck as my throat locked
refusing to allow me to scream my pleasure as she had. I took that inch
our bodies allowed and drove back into her in the final motion before I
released inside her. I felt my dick thicken and sensed her own reaction as
her body and subconscious mind readied her for what was to come. I could
feel the cum flowing through my body like molten lead. The first was a
shot as if my body had built up too much pressure and the only escape was
through my dick. The second shot caused another orgasm for her as nature
ruled our minds and bodies. She pulled my face up to join us in a kiss.
She squeezed me with her pussy and released only to squeeze again as her
orgasm and her body worked in concert to draw the last of my seed into her
body. We did not break the kiss but wallowed in it as the natural
aftermath of our pleasure.
Nothing can last forever. I lay beside her but could not break the
sexual contact so one hand remained on her breast as I stroked her hair
with the other. She turned to face me so we could spend the next few
minutes gazing at each other recovering from our experience. I would have
fallen asleep staring into her eyes had she not moved to sit up. My hand
ended up on her thigh as she looked at me.
"Let's go get food."
Our indoor as well as outdoor encounters had taken hours so it was
mid-afternoon by the time she made the offer. I nodded and got out of the
bed. I could feel her eyes on me as I walked to the bathroom, picked up my
swim trunks and left the room. She met me downstairs wearing jeans and a
loose white blouse. She put her arms around me and kissed me as if were an
everyday occurrence. I was ready to drag her to the bed after that kiss
but she managed to pull me out of the house.
She dropped the keys to her BMW into my hands and smiled knowing
the pleasure I would have driving it. I had gotten my license in the
ritual manner of seventeen year olds but rarely got to drive. The BMW
pulled us out of the driveway so smoothly I had to laugh from the
experience of a different source of pleasure. I knew the most direct route
to her favorite restaurant in town but I managed to extend the trip. She
entertained herself by changing the radio stations and pointing out how if
I had made this turn or that turn we would have gotten to the restaurant
faster.
It was a quiet Thai place. The owner came over as soon as Rachel
walked in and she sat us comfortably alone. She waved off the hostess with
the handful of menus and told her she would order for us. The woman knew
Rachel well and I always enjoyed the food when Rachel or the twins brought
me here.
We kept to a safe subject, how the twins were preparing for their
college adventure. I knew they were glad to be going to a large school
because it would allow them to stay isolated. Rachel thought the swim team
would help maintain their socialization skills. We ate in near silence
with Rachel eating as much of my food as she ate of her own. I had to eat
some of hers to avoid the impression that she had stolen most of my food.
We sat quietly afterwards our hands barely touching as we continued our
conversation about the twins.
I drove straight back to her house feeling the sexual tension
reawakening in both of us. She waited for me to open her door and stepped
out and up to kiss me. She took my hand and led me into the house. She
walked me up the stairs and into her bedroom. She pulled my t-shirt off my
body and pushed my sweatpants off along with my socks and shoes. She did
not say anything as she tossed me onto the bed on my back. She signaled me
to scoot all the way to the other end of the bed. I straightened myself
against the headboard and watched as she moved to the foot of the bed. She
stood there playing with her belt for a while before she smiled and walked
into the bathroom.
I was not very pleased but felt I had no choice except to lie on
the bed waiting, as my dick grew harder while I listened to her in the
bathroom.
She returned to the bedroom naked. She smiled as she came towards
me knowing the effect she had as I sat up on my elbows to look at her. She
was a five foot ten blonde goddess with straight hair that fell nearly to
her ass. She had a figure kept firmly in check by a workout regimen
designed to keep her tight with the curves that would test the traction of
my sanity. Her breasts were full with only the natural sag that comes with
being Amazonian. Her hips made my mouth want to nip at them. Her pussy was
perfectly groomed with just a strip of blonde hair keeping her from being
perfectly smooth. The blonde pubes made me hard, the fact that they
belonged to Rachel made me even harder. She crawled onto the bed and
straddled my hips. She sat down and wriggled her hips until she had my
dick straightened out. She settled herself on me so that when I looked
down I was splitting her pussy lips with the underside of my dick. She
smiled at me and I watched her slide up and down its length. It must have
stimulated her clit immensely because she immediately dropped her head
back. She did stop the motion and I felt the moisture between us increase
as her arousal peaked. I had that same sensation of tasting her sweetness
through my dick. When I moved to turn us so that I could fuck her, she
stopped me by grabbing my hands and putting them above my head. Rachel had
size working for her but it would not have mattered were I not willing to
go where she was taking me. She smiled at my capitulation and continued
to rub herself on me.
"David, you know we can't do this when the twins come back,
right?" she demanded looking into my eyes. I wanted to deny the reality of
our situation but the words would not come out of my mouth. I did not know
how the twins would react but I knew how everyone else would. I nodded as
her eyes drilled into my mind.
"I'll make you a deal though," she continued. She must have been
close because her head dropped and she pushed down on me hard with her
pussy. She regained control and I struggled not to move. Her head came
back up and her eyes were back to that lighter shade of brilliant blue
that came with her full arousal. I waited as I felt her eyes bore into my
mind.
"I'll be your woman all summer only if you accept a gift from me
at the end," she said it sincerely making sure I understood every word. I
tried to move her off me not liking the force of her words but she moved
with me riding my dick again. I could not get her off me without being
violent which was something I would not do after living with my
stepfather.
"You know I don't mean it that way, David," She said, "I'll be
yours all summer anyway but I want you to accept a gift when the twins
come back."
Her eyes were doing that piercing thing and they were getting
close to a place in my soul I did not yet want exposed. Also, I had never
been able to tell Rachel no. I did a mental shrug figuring if she could
convince me to be in school plays during grammar school and drag the twins
along with me, she had probably won years ago. She had moved her hips
again and one part of my body was yelling at me to nod my head like the
good boy I was not.
I nodded and she smiled. It was worth anything she could do to me
to have that smile shining down and touching me. She moved her hand
between our bodies and held my dick so that it pointed upwards. She moved
to give her hips the height required and sank herself on me. I grabbed her
hips as tightly as I could, holding on as she moved up and down my length.
Her head dropped back and her hands fluttered on my stomach as her body
became awash in the long delayed pleasure.
She rode me to orgasm and beyond. It was only when she settled
down and smiled at me with her hair framing her face that I took over. I
turned us and she went willingly to her back. I grabbed her legs and put
her ankles on my shoulders. It was not the best position for us but I knew
what I wanted.
I wanted it slow and long. I wanted to know she was mine for now
by extending my pleasure to the point where my body was convinced it could
go on forever. She was going to be mine all summer but each time would be
only minutes of me being inside her. I had to make those minutes live up
to every fantasy I ever had.
The summer of my Rachel fantasies started with the long, slow
strokes of my hips as I watched her face. Her eyes were open and staring
at me. She let me watch the pleasure come to her. I was allowed into her
soul. She bit her lip and forced her eyes to stay open so I could see the
moments of vulnerability that I was causing.
I let her legs fall to my hips and moved down to kiss her. We
embraced and looked into each other as I increased the tempo of my
movement. Minutes later, she thrust her tongue into my mouth and I suckled
it as I felt our bodies climbing to orgasm. She held my face in front of
her and I knew what she wanted. I pumped in and out of her hard allowing
only blinks to interrupt our eye contact. The power came upon both of us
suddenly. My eyes burned as I held them open for her to look inside of me
as my body flooded hers with what at that moment was truly my essence. Her
body squeezed me as her own orgasm traveled throughout her body. We were
staring into each other's eyes as pleasure overcame both of us; it made
the pleasure last longer; it made the pleasure reach deeper. I closed my
eyes and kissed her neck while my body descended.
We lay in bed for hours, touching and kissing. We did not speak;
it was enough to enjoy the soulful connection we had formed between us.
The thought that it would last only the summer broke our
interlude. I sat up and started looking around for my clothes. I knew the
staff that was employed in the house were extremely loyal to her but when
the twins came back and more staff were needed there would be no way to
keep us a secret. I sat with my head on my knees and thought about its
ending. I did not want it to but neither of us would have a choice. The
twin's arrival would mean the end of Rachel being mine for at least a very
long time. I dropped my hand into hers and held on to it.
She did not say goodbye but smiled from the bed as I dressed. I
leaned down to kiss her goodbye and I sensed some of those regrets in her
kiss. Every kiss for the rest of the summer would be tainted with the
transience of our affair and would taste of the desperation to hold back
the end.
I biked home trying not to think but the question of my motives
for leaving kept intruding on my conscience. I tried to ignore it but I
had to admit to myself that I ran away. I was fleeing from my feelings for
her. I ran from my dread of the terminal nature of this affair and how I
would feel at the end. As the struggle inside me grew, I peddled home
faster. When I got there, I threw the bike at the brick wall and opened
the back door leading down to the basement. I had transitioned from
frustration to anger. Everyone had to be in bed because I could not hear
any sounds from the living room when I opened the door to the main level
of the house. The girls would have normally have been arguing had they had
been awake. The house was dark and I stood staring out the window as new
and foreign emotions tore at me.
I was angry and frustrated, and to make it worse I was hard again.
I should have stayed in Rachel's bed but the darker part of me knew this
hard emotion would come upon me. Someone else might have conveyed their
desperation and need during the lovemaking. It would have made sense were
one to consider the mix of desire and connection the two of us shared
since I was six years old. However, I was not the needy or desperate
type. I was hard, angry and unwilling to accept an objectionable outcome.
I was a ball of seething frustration. I was someone who could not be with
her when I had to face the inevitability that something other than us
cause an end. I was not the master of my fate when it came to Rachel.
I knew with whom I could be. She would understand the anger, the
frustration, and the rage and could accept the translation of all of that
into physicality. I was a wolf in full rage and I abandoned Rachel because
I could not test our bond by exposing her to the anger and frustration,
only one of my own kind would do. I was in the same foggy state I had
been with Rachel. I could not think, I could not feel my body as I moved
to her room. The door was unlocked as it had been since my first command
that it remain that way. She was asleep on her stomach with her sheets
covering her.
If I had been a good son I would have let her sleep, but I had
been a good boy all day and with her I was permitted to be myself. I
ripped the covers from the bed and it woke her. I grabbed her legs and
pulled my mother to me. I kept pulling until I could grind my hardon into
her nightgown-covered ass.
Wolves know each other's needs and that instinct caused her to
naturally struggle hard against me. It was what I needed, to seize control
of the world around me, to force it into the shape I desired. I put my
weight onto her ass pinning her to the bed. She tried to turn around but I
put both hands on her upper back. She thrashed about but could not stop me
as I grabbed her nightgown in both hands and ripped it down the middle of
her back. She strained to make me release her but I was almost mindless as
I continued to tear the nightgown to her ass. I moved so that my knee was
on her lower back keeping her in place as I finished the tear to the
bottom of the nightgown. She was not wearing panties just as I had
instructed her long ago. The neck and the bottom of the gown were not torn
but that was good. I grabbed the neck of the gown and pulled her upper
body up with it. I wrapped an arm around her. I used the hold to get the
neck of the gown over her head. She fought me by moving her head until I
had to grab her throat to get it over. She resisted me as I moved my hand
to allow the gown to fall down her breasts. She grabbed my arm and dug
her nails into it. The room turned red as I wrapped her hair around my
fist and pulled her head back. I stepped back and continued pulling until
she came off the bed and the gown dropped from her body. I pushed her back
on to the bed and rushed to pin her by pressing my crotch into her ass.
She tried to get me off by putting her hands on the bed and trying to push
backwards. Since I had pinned her with my lower body, I was able to take
my t-shirt off. I had stepped out of my shoes and socks on the way to her
room so that left my sweats. I drew my hand above my head and brought it
down on her asscheek. She arched her back and pushed into my crotch harder
in reaction to the blow. I brought the hand down on the other asscheek and
this time she tried to move away from me onto the bed. I reached down and
wrapped her hair in my fist again to stop her. Her movements freed me to
push my sweats and underwear down my body. I used my legs to move them
down to my feet and kicked them aside. Her move up the bed had aligned
her ass better for my cock, which was hard in that way which only
comes on when anger and frustration are dancing with desire. She moved her
head trying to make me release her hair and I could hear the growls coming
from her. She fought me as I reached down with my hand grabbed her
asscheek warm from the slap I had given it and opened her as much as I
could while aligning myself. She fought me right up until the moment when
I thrust hard into her body. Her body was wet as she always was seconds
after I expressed my need. She surrendered her depth before my invading
cock. Our bodies reacted like they always did. I thrust into her and
something in her body added a pulling force, it was probably only her
moving backward to meet my thrust but it seemed like much more. I drove
into her until the inside of my hips were warmed by the irritation my hand
had caused on her ass. Her pussy bore down on my cock as she came hard in
response to her struggles and my domination. I let go of her hair and her
body fell to the bed. It was time to exert a different kind of control. I
grabbed her other asscheek with the hand that had just been in her hair
and spread her for my thrusts. I pulled back and thrust as hard as I could
into her. She grunted in reaction and to give me the pleasure of hearing
her sounds. I fucked my mother then not as a man but as one of our kind.
It was a mindless thrusting in and out of her as hard as I could, as fast
as I could. I was keeping what I did not want to feel at bay with the
sounds of our bodies striking each other and her grunts of pleasure. For
the first time ever, the girls' presence in the house did not matter to
me. I did not care if both of them stormed into the room. I wanted what I
wanted and I was going to get it whatever the expense. My mother thrust
back equally mindless of our situation as her second orgasm came upon her
with a force to rival anything I had ever seen. I thrust throughout her
climax as it caused her to scream out loud. I did not care about the
sound; I did not care about anything except the feel of her pussy wrapped
around my dick as I thrust faster and harder, driving myself to an orgasm.
I let go of her asscheecks and grabbed her hips to give me added leverage
as I felt my end approaching. It was not a bitter end, like the one I had
to swallow with Rachel. She put her hands over mine and squeezed and
released me with her pussy. It was not what I wanted; I wanted less from
her, for her to be a vessel of my male pleasure. Her actions on my cock
brought the anger and the frustration to the forefront, and a part of me
knew she had done it on purpose. A wolf knowing what another wolf needed.
I thrust into her not with desire but with anger and frustration. She
stopped squeezing and took my thrusts. This was why I needed one of my
own. I fucked my mother driving my anger and frustration into her body
with each thrust. The change of emotion forced my orgasm back far enough
to give her enough time to start another one. Her body bore down on my
cock as her third orgasm pounded into her in the rhythm of my thrusts. It
was the last thing I needed to cleanse myself, to have to fight my cock in
and out of her body as it reacted to the pleasure I was causing. It
poured out of my body.
The anger, the frustration, the desire, the feelings of teenage
angst at the unfairness of having Rachel and not being able to keep her
flooded out of my body as I came. I screamed as I ground my hips into my
mother's ass feeling the depth of her body clutching and releasing the
head of my dick. I collapsed on top of her and with my forehead between
her shoulder blades I released the last of my emotions in a silent scream.
She held still beneath me. A wolf knowing what another wolf needed.
Finally, I pulled myself out of her and crawled onto her bed
dragging her with me. I put my head on the same pillow as hers and pulled
the cover over both us. We lay there spooned together. I did not care
anymore if we were discovered. Anyone finding us would just have to deal
with it; I did not care anymore.
I almost did not hear what she said as I closed my eyes to sleep.
"Remind me to thank Rachel for that," she said as she put her arm over
mine and settled into me so that she could go back to sleep.
My Sunday swim practice was later than regular practice during the
week because my coach wanted 'one damn day to sleep in'. Marisa slept in
any chance she got so I did not think about it when I walked out of my
mom's bedroom holding my clothes over my crotch. The main bathroom was
only a few feet away and I needed to shower.
I was not counting on Karen being awake and waiting for me. She
was standing by the upstairs window looking out into the street. Her
attitude was that of a young filly as were her lines. Her body had begun
to turn from boyish hips and training bras to feminine curves. She turned
her face towards me; dark hair framed clear, pale skin that framed dark
eyes. There was nervousness in her eyes, coupled with the knowledge of her
nature. She was wearing white shorts and a thin white top that did not
cover a flat stomach. Fourteen years old, the same age as my sister, in
all ways she was physically a woman but her father had crippled her
emotional and mental growth.
I knew why she was here, why her father was drinking himself to an
early grave. She shared more than age with my sister. They shared a dual
nature capable of going either way, wolf or domesticated canine. I knew my
Marisa; she would cut down anyone between her and a goal remorselessly,
too conscienceless to be truly human, I had plans to ensure she never had
to go for someone's throat. Given the option, the family always chose the
human side for those who were in-between. Karen's father had raped her of
any choice. I knew it was the truth and I could only wish he would drink
faster.
My family had placed her inside my pack because I had no choice;
my destiny was fixed. She saw it as we stared at each other. I would drown
her father in a tub of his favorite alcohol if he touched her again. The
family knew it, he knew it and now she did. She had as much choice as
could be returned to her. It scared her, I scared her and the fear drove
her away. I shrugged and walked into the bathroom.
He took without pleasure; he took away her human choices and gave
back nothing. No one in his family would move to stop his suicidal spiral.
He would think she gave me what he took, even if she chose to be more than
I could be. It was our justice.
I called Rachel after practice and she asked me to come over as I
had hoped. I had not counted on Michael being there but he was sitting in
the kitchen with coffee marked papers laid out around them. Rachel laughed
at the look of disappointment on my face. I was surprised when she gave
me a big hug and kissed me. It was a kiss of foreplay.
"Have you eaten?" she asked me. I shrugged since being a
seventeen-year-old athlete guaranteed perpetual hunger.
She raided the refrigerator for me. Rachel had a cook on staff and
her dictate was that the diet of the house would be centered on the twins
training needs. I was pretty sure her order was meant more to control her
diet. I benefited because the food she laid out in front of me matched my
own snacks at home.
She must have thought the kiss might not have been enough to
signal her intents because she pushed my leg down so she could lean on my
knee. I had to put an arm around her to get us into a more comfortable
position and she grabbed it with hand her to keep it in place. I looked at
Michael. He raised both eyebrows at me and snorted in amusement. I ate
quietly and listened as they discussed problems they were having with over
ambitious members of management.
Ambition is a good thing unless there is a ceiling on the
ambitious ones. I had learned a lot working as Michael's gofer. He was a
plodder but he had the ceiling job. Others naturally felt they could have
managed the Smith fortune better regardless. There were three avenues of
attack that the ambitious ones took when they hit the ceiling.
Challenging Michael had never worked and making him bring Rachel into the
equation lost people their jobs. Rachel was the bad cop in those
situations and she sided with Michael without fail. Those attempts ceased
after the third manager found himself being escorted out of the Smith
offices.
The second avenue was corporate espionage to undermine Michael's
position or to get a cushy job elsewhere. These attempts continued until
shortly after my mother became Michael's assistant. Rachel was courteous
about firing people, my mother dismantled careers. The company rumor mill
said my mother did it because of all the things the Smiths had done for
Marisa and me. They were wrong; it was her nature and the idiots were
trying to hurt Michael and Rachel, members of her pack.
The third path was the personal one with Rachel. From inside and
outside of the Smith enterprizes, Rachel was wooed. Rachel had more
'business' dates than the dates of five popular high school girls
combined. Men tried to break through the ceiling by opening Rachel's legs;
men tried to convince her to sellout through seduction; men tried to get a
CEO job by turning her head. The only fun part of staying over when those
dates occurred was "requesting a drink of water" just as the men were
attempting to take it to the next level. She never held those
interruptions against me and some of our best conversations had been over
frozen yogurt when her dates had been cut short by my thirst. The twins
routinely prevented dates from having even a small part of success but I
was always given the privilege when I stayed over.
I looked at Rachel as she told Michael that one of the potential
troublemakers had made a pass at her. As I thought about it, I realized I
could not remember her being with anyone after Roger died. She and my
mother had a longstanding affair but they were not a couple. The twins had
never mentioned an affair and it would have been impossible to hide such a
thing from two sons and a boy with an ever-present crush. I supposed that
she could have had a clandestine affair with a man when the twins were
away like this summer. It especially made sense since that was what we had
agreed to. As I thought about it though, I could not imagine any men being
happy with a summer fling. I stopped over a lot when the twins were not
around and Marisa also visited Rachel. It did not make sense; I remembered
her having four orgasms when we had sex the second time. She was lustful
and she did not hide our affair from Michael, which made me doubt she
would have hidden a man from any of us. The twins never mentioned another
man in that vein which would have come up. They had gone through their own
crushes, on the same girls strangely enough, and knew that it was a good
thing if you did not end up making a fool of yourself.
Rachel turned to look at me, as their conversation wound down to
people that would have to be watched. I was going to ask her about what I
was thinking when she turned to stand between my legs, wrapped her arms
around me, and gave me a 'take me to bed and have your way with me' kiss.
"Hmm."
Rachel turned in my arms just far enough to smile at Michael. I
looked at Michael still waiting for him to ask the obvious questions.
"David, do you think your sister and your mother would like to go
out for some brunch and a movie," he said instead. The questions were not
even in his eyes so there must have been other men and enough of them for
him not to say anything about the situation.
I looked at the kitchen clock.
"First of all, are you sure you want to deal with Marisa?" I asked
him. Rachel punched me on the shoulder while looking with glee at Michael.
"The attention will stroke my ego right now," he said blushing.
Michael's marriage had disintegrated into a vicious divorce on the first
day of spring. At the time, we did not know it would be a couple of years
before the bitch could do no more damage. Marisa was ecstatic about the
divorce. She had the decency to be embarrassed after she clapped and
exclaimed 'Yay!" when we had been told about the breakup. She had spent
the next two days redoing her 'Marry Michael' notebook which was probably
a good thing since in the first draft at the age of eight she had included
"Get David to kill wife" as part of the plan. She had showed it to me and
made a very impassioned case about how it would be inappropriate for
Michael to marry his wife's murderer so therefore I had to do it. In the
latest version of the notebook, killing the wife had become "Ensure there
is no getting back together" and "Get ex-wife to leave the country but
state will do." I had been shown that section of the notebook as part of
recruiting co-conspirators to achieve her ends. I was pretty sure that
since Marisa had never hidden her crush she had shown my mother, Rachel
and probably even Michael that section of the notebook. Michael treated
the whole thing as just a stage that she was going through. I knew my
mother took it seriously and Rachel seemed to be playing along if only to
tease Michael. I knew my role in making sure Marisa was happy was to take
care that the ex-wife was gone permanently.
"Do you mind taking Karen along?" I asked as I reached for the
phone on the table. He shrugged used to having Iris or a friend of
Marisa's along when he took our family out.
Marisa answered the phone.
"Hey, little sister. Michael wanted to take you, mom and Karen out
to eat and watch a movie. I told him you were going to the movie with
Billy, your new boyfriend instead," I said almost gleefully.
Rachel snatched the phone with one hand and pounded on my shoulder
as I nearly fell off the stool from laughter. We could all hear the angry
screaming from the phone.
"Marisa...Marisa...Marisa..MARISA!!!" Rachel tried to get her
attention but had to resort to screaming herself. There was silence from
the other end as Rachel got through.
"David's only kidding, baby," Rachel soothed over the phone,
"Michael is leaving right now to pick you up, okay?"
We heard some questioning sounds from the phone.
"Marisa!" she said giving me an annoyed look, "I will not tell
your brother that. Go get dressed, honey."
Rachel hung up the phone and played at bashing me on the head with
it. Michael came to our side of the island and kissed Rachel on the cheek.
He settled for giving me an exasperated look and shaking his head before
walking out of the kitchen.
Rachel stroked my face as I kept chuckling at Marisa's reaction to
my teasing. Rachel shook her head and brought her lips to mine. Rachel did
everything with a softness that was feminine, I wondered if she felt a
matching hardness from me that was as masculine. She took my hand and
pulled me from the stool. She walked through the house and towards the
stairs that led to the bedrooms. I hesitated as we passed the living room
with its white sofas.
"Hello?" she said when I did not continue moving with her.
"Sorry, I was think about something in there and the sofas brought
it back," I explained.
"What were you thinking about?"
"All the drinks of water I needed when you and your dates got to
the sofa," I admitted with a half-snicker.
"Aaah," she said, "Yes, you and the twins surely were thirsty
after many of my dates."
"I'm sorry. I guess I..."
"Don't be sorry, David. You did me a big favor most of the time,"
she interrupted. "Some of the guys did not even try to hide what they were
after."
I raised my eyebrows in question.
"I mean...if they only want sex that's one thing," she said with a
little anger floating into her voice, "But to only want sex because of the
economical benefits of sleeping with me..."
"There are economic benefits to sleeping with you?" I asked.
"I have a policy no economic benefits until after," she riposted.
"The twins get back when?" I countered.
It earned me yet another punch on the arm and we both started
laughing. She half-sat, half-lay on the couch and the image of her in the
various dresses she wore on dates came to me. She and I on a uninterrupted
date on the couch had been a fantasy. I smiled at myself thinking about
it.
"Lost you again," she said as she stood up.
I looked at her thinking about other fantasies I had over the
years.
"Okay, I want to know what you're thinking now," she said putting
her arms around my waist. She kissed me, opening her mouth for me to taste
her tongue. I wondered if the sweetness that I tasted was an illusion.
"I was reliving some fantasies I've had about you," I told her
when our lips parted.
She fell back on the couch and dragged me with her so I lay on top
of her. She kissed me again and pushed her hips up to grind my groin in
slow circles.
"Let me guess," she said.
I moved to her side and she turned into me.
"Corporate raider convincing the rich, beautiful woman to hand
over all her assets," she whispered while I was pulling up her shirt to
play with her stomach.
I just looked at her.
"No?" she asked.
I shook my head slowly and turned to look at the ceiling.
"Then what?"
"Just a date. You. Me. Uninterrupted time on the sofa so you will
think of me when you are here with them in the future." I hesitated not
wanting to continue but having to, "So I wouldn't have to ask for water."
I guess knowing it would end at the end of the summer allowed me to be
honest with her. One summer is more than just about everyone gets with
their first crush, why waste it.
She nodded to me, "I'd like that."
"What?"
"Having you here even after..."
We looked at each other.
"Why don't we do it?" She surprised me with the change of mood.
I tried to contain the smile to just my face.
"We have to go to your house so you have something to wear," she
said getting up. She pulled me up in the process.
"I know the perfect place.," she continued.
I looked at her asking the obvious unspoken question.
"There is this nice restaurant just out of town," she said, "We
can play the rich, older woman taking her hot, young stud to stretch his
legs."
"Stretch his legs?"
"They have dancing," she teased as she swayed and strutted her way
to the door.
I sighed as I followed watching her behind move. Dancing had been
the bane of my existence for years. It had started with my mother signing
my sister and I up for lessons. My other training had not yet become very
serious so I had the time if not the desire. My sister stopped after two
years, but by then my mother had caught the bug. My stepfather put a stop
to that eventually but my mother deeded me to Rachel. Rachel could afford
private lessons so it had been years before they set me free. I had
volunteered to keep Rachel's skills sharp when I realized dancing was
something a whole of girls like to do but not a whole lot of boys did.
At times it felt to me like I spent every waking moment with
someone in my pack.
My mom always made sure I had two good suits every year because of
award ceremonies and nights out with the Smiths. When we got to my house,
Rachel picked the one she had bought me that year. It was still early
afternoon when we returned to her house. I pulled her into a kiss meant to
bring things to their obvious conclusion.
"Later," she said when I moved to kiss her neck. I pulled up to
look at her face. She kissed me and pulled out of it by biting my lip.
"Sometimes it's good to wait," she explained. I knew she was right
but it did not mean I had to like it. She moved away to call in the
reservation for us. I took my clothes to the twin's room and hung them up.
We had a few hours before we had to go but I could not think of anything
to do. I walked out of their room to find her waiting for me at her
bedroom door.
"You usually take a nap on Sunday afternoons right?" she said
opening the door and motioning to her bed.
"Are you going to stay with me?" I asked her.
"Wouldn't that be tempting both of us?" she asked back.
"I can control myself," I told her.
She moved to the bed and lay down.
"No. No. Definitely not," I said.
"What?" she asked sitting up.
I walked to the side of the bed and motioned her to me. She walked
on her knees to me. I pulled the shirt out of her pants and started
undoing the buttons.
"I thought you could control yourself," she said but did not stop
me from unbuttoning her. I remained silent until I could take the shirt
from her body. She was wearing a filmy white bra that did nothing to hide
her nipples. I still did not speak as I undid her jeans. I pushed them
down her ass enjoying the feel of having to get them over her curves. She
sat down on the bed and moved her legs forward so I could remove her
jeans. The panties matched right down to the small bit of pubic hair she
had showing clearly through the cloth. She lay watching as I stripped out
of my clothing. I did not stop until I was naked. I moved towards her and
she spread so I could fit between her legs. I stopped to kiss her lips but
kept moving until I was in a good sleeping position.. Her hands grabbed on
to my semi-hard state so I reached down, took her hands, and pulled her up
to me. She kissed me; it was a gentle caress and I guided her so she was
spooned to me. I moved her hair, exposing the nape of her neck and
breathed in the scent of her. I rubbed myself on her ass until my dick
found the right alignment and followed the separation of her asscheeks
down between her thighs. She opened her legs to allow me between them and
my head rubbed her pussy through her panties. The cloth was almost as soft
as her skin. I put one arm around her waist and trapped a thumb under the
elastic of her panties. She wriggled back so that we had the maximum
contact we could get in the position.
I was about to fall asleep when she spoke again.
"What do you want to do about your mother and me?" she asked
almost too low for me to hear.
"Were you ever hers?" I asked.
"No."
"Are you mine...for the summer?" I asked.
"Yes."
I kissed the nape of her neck again.
"Then why do we have to do anything?" I asked through a yawn.
I closed my eyes and fell asleep holding Rachel.
She tried not to wake me when she got up to shower. I got up
anyway and moved to twins' room. I knew she would be awhile so I took my
time enjoying the hot water in their shower. I was done long before she
was and moved downstairs into the kitchen to get a drink of water. I sat
on the sofa where I had always wanted her to be mine and waited for her to
come to me.
I heard her coming down the stairs, got up and moved to them
without making a decision to.
I saw her and I knew. I knew I was too young; she was too much. At
seventeen, I only had a July and an August to give her and remain whole.
The dress was black and clingy. It moved up from her feet to begin
the cling at her calves, enough to entice. It touched her knees and thighs
with every motion; clinging here, releasing, and clinging there. The dress
clung freely at her hips and moved up to do the same dance of
cling/release along her stomach. The dress held her breasts in place as it
opened to exposed skin above them and to leave her neck open for my
kisses. She stopped a few steps up from me and turned so that I could see
how the cloth held onto her ass as desperately as I wanted to. She pulled
her hair over her shoulder showing me how the fabric opened to expose most
of her back. I took the steps so that I could stop her from turning
around.
A wave of perfume and her natural fragrance wrapped themselves
around me.
I kissed my way up her spine.
I put my hands on her shoulders and turned around. She kissed me
softly, gently; we took a drink of each other.
I knew.
A July and an August was the longest I could live this dream.
Sadly, I was only able to keep pieces of the dream when I woke.
On our way to the restaurant the scent of her was so captivating
it kept me from breathing in shallow gasps. As we walked through the
restaurant, everyone was watching her but she was holding onto my hand.
She sat down and the waiter knew from her non-verbals that she wanted me
to push her chair in. I did so with a little flourish. She told me she
heard the food was fantastic. The band started to play in the background.
She would be in my arms a few feet from where we sat. I thought about
skipping the food to hold her as soon as possible. She talked to me and I
listened but it was the sound of her voice that drew my attention. The
food tasted okay, but it did not taste like her so it did not matter.
Finally, she was in my arms. Hers arms were wrapped around my neck while
mine were around her waist.
We were not dancing. We were synchronizing heartbeats. I kissed
her neck like I had wanted to on the stairs. Her intake of breath held a
yearning. Her eyes told me when it was time to go. It was a good dream
though, so I can lie among the pieces that I have and almost live it
again.
She guided me to the sofa, turned to face me and pulled us down.
We kissed and she pushed my jacket off as our tongues shared our flavors.
She pulled the tie from my neck and it went over the back of the sofa. She
opened the buttons slowly as I watched her fingers move on me.
The shirt got the same treatment as the jacket and she started on
my pants. I stood beside the sofa and stepped out of my shoes. She dragged
my pants down and pulled them from me. I was standing naked in front of
her while she was fully dressed. She got up and pushed me down on the
sofa. I was sitting along the length of it with one leg on it and my other
foot touching the ground. She settled between my legs and put her hands on
me. Her blue eyes touched mine as her hand stroked upward.
Still fully dressed, she moved her head down and kissed the head
of my dick. She lay me down flat and ran her hand up the underside. She
did it to warn me of what was to come because she moved down to set her
tongue between my testicles and stroked me with it, going upwards firing
every nerve in my body. At my head, she brought her hand to circle me and
took me in her mouth. It was just the crown, in and out of her mouth but I
could not have taken much more.
There was something amazing in her touch, perhaps it was that she
never really touched me, she caressed and melded into me. The kiss after
Puerto Rico had been the start of it. That is what it felt like not her
lips on me but her lips caressing me as she took more of me into her mouth
while her hand played with me in strokes. Her other hand moved down to
hold my sac and gently manipulated me to add to the pleasure her lips were
given me. She knew I could not last so she took me out of her mouth and
licked caresses along my length. She took each testicle into her wet
warmth to give them each a share of the pleasure. She licked the inside of
my hips and the area just between stomach and groin. She took me back into
her mouth and slowly took me so deeply I could feel the pressure of her
throat as she used the movement of her head to massage me while her hand
played with the rest of me.
I grabbed her hair and pulled her from me. She groaned in
disappointment but I pulled her lips to mine. I could not last much longer
if she continued and that was not what I wanted from our first date. My
pleasure would come but hers was paramount to every memory I wanted to
store in this sofa for the future.
I pushed up and she gave ground willingly. She sat down with her
legs between us. I took off one of her shoes and then the next. I did not
know how the dress was put on but I knew how I wanted to take it off. Not
a pool at her feet, but pushing it upward exposing every inch with a touch
of my hands. I put her feet together on the sofa and put my hands
underneath the dress. I slid my hands up her calves taking the dress with
me. I pushed it past her knees so that it started its trip down her
thighs. I kissed each knee and let my hands dance of the part of her legs
that I had exposed. It was a face saving gesture to regain control of my
rampant hormones. I pushed the dress down her thighs to where she would
have to come off the couch so that I could continue. She tried to get up
but I put my hand on her chest and prevented her. I ran my hands on the
outside of her thighs up to her knees, and then down to the curve of her
hip where the dress was pooled. I grabbed the dress on both sides and
pulled her up. She came and our lips touched as I pulled the dress over
the curve of her ass. I decided not to wait and continued moving the dress
up her body. She raised her arms above her head and my body touched her as
I moved to bring her closer to my state of nakedness. The dress had its
own bra so she knelt on the sofa with just a vein-thin black thong on. I
pushed forwards with my hips to get her to lie down. I moved my hips down
her body and she trapped them with her legs. We kissed as I rested my
weight on top of her trying to regain my equilibrium. I kissed her neck
and move down slowly touching her everywhere I could with my lips. I
suckled at her nipples, licked them, and touched my teeth to them. I could
have stayed there but my own need was becoming more insistent. The fantasy
was too much but I could not leave her unsatisfied. I kissed a trail down
her stomach and touched the thong. I should have spent more time admiring
how it carefully hid her treasures while framing them for me but I wanted
the taste of her on my lips. I pulled the thong from her body and opened
her legs by pushing them towards her chest from underneath her knees.
She was sweet. It probably was an illusion. I did not take my time
to lick her outer lips or compare the taste of the inside of her thighs
with the rest of her. I took her clit and surrounding area into my mouth.
I tried to suck, nibble, lick fast, lick slow, everything I could with my
mouth and tongue to stimulate her all at the same time. I was ecstatic
when the taste of her became stronger when she orgasmed. I stuck my tongue
into her trying to draw what her orgasm produced out of her body and into
mine.
When I could not do it anymore she pulled at my hair and it
spurred me to move up. I aligned myself but her hand was there to take me.
She carefully placed my head on her pussy lips and drew me that first two
inches into her. She applied pressure to the back of my head so that we
could share the taste of her. She released my cock and pulled harder on my
head. I moved my hips forward slowly, penetrating to the depth of her. Our
lips did not release a single second during the time that our bodies moved
in rhythm aiding our journey through pleasure.
This was the woman of my dreams and I felt it more than ever. Her
taste was on my lips, the scent of her pleasure surrounded us as her moans
were trapped beneath my kisses. Opening my eyes gave me brief flashes of
the bluest eyes I would be near, and the feel of her softness surrounded
my dick.
It was moments later that I died inside of her. She died around me
at the same moment. There was no reason for the tears that wet her face as
we fell together. We lay still kissing, trying to hold on to the dream. We
tried to move to her bedroom but only made it to the steps before I had to
be inside of her again. Steps can be uncomfortable but changing positions
a lot can mitigate that; the best was the reverse cowgirl.
We woke up in the middle of the night joined together. We did what
came naturally and for the second time that day I fell asleep with Rachel
in my arms.
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The rest of the summer Rachel and I were able to be together an
average of five days a week, which did not leave me a lot of time at home.
Michael was spending some time there so Marisa considered it a fair trade.
Karen seemed relieved and at other times angry at my absences.
Karen was confused about everything that had to do with me. We
were moving forward towards a relationship like I had with Iris but
without the sex. She would occasionally back up a couple of steps and have
to redo them but having Rachel, I did not need to control the situation. I
was not going to push for anything with Karen. I thought her father had
done enough harm and my initiating anything could be more damaging.
Everyone saw that her crush was getting bigger especially after I
made it a point to be there for her father's visits. She became very giddy
and touchy around me immediately after any of his visits ended. Karen and
I did not come together easily; she first became flirtatious both verbally
and physically with me. Being with my first crush made me feel
untouchable. It had led to the wild night of animalistic pleasure with my
mother. Any other summer, my reluctance and Karen's experiences would have
prevented anything from happening. Rachel was mine that summer and it had
me riding a dangerous high, not dangerous for me but for anyone else that
tried to ride along with me.
Rachel was on a mission to make the summer perfect. I had
virtually no barriers with her so I answered all her questions. Midway
through the summer she got around to asking when my crush started. I told
her about the yellow bikini by the pool, having a masturbation fantasy
about untying her bottom and having her from behind. I told her how that
was THE fantasy for nearly a year. I thought it was funny but she looked
at me seriously the entire time. Rachel taught me the value of truth when
it comes to sex and your partner.
It was three days later when Rachel attached the line to the hook
she had set in me when I returned from Puerto Rico. It was a Saturday so
the staff was gone. No one answered the door so I went around back to see
if Rachel was at the pool.
She was waiting for me.
Our eyes met as I rounded the corner of her house. She was lying
on a lounge. Keeping her eyes on me, she pushed herself up to her hands
and knees. She turned so she was sideways on the lounge. She picked up one
hand and motioned me to her. I could not help but notice she was wearing a
yellow bikini with ties at her hips. Her ass was moving left to right,
right to left as I approached her. She motioned me closer with her head. I
got closer but she motioned with her head for me to get even closer. I
moved so that my ear was close enough for her to whisper.
"Don't say anything. After you're done just go home and think
about me," she whispered and kissed my neck behind my ear.
I froze. My lungs froze, my mind froze, and my body froze. She
stroked the only part of me that did not freeze, with her hand to make
sure I understood. She took the hand away and dropped her head so I could
not see her face. I would have sat there frozen if my dick had not
acquired the density of a steel rod. It did not feel like a part of me
anymore, it felt like flesh had been replaced by metal. I got up from the
lounge and moved behind her.
Her ass swayed left and right. She had her ankles crossed; her
thighs were barely an inch apart. I stepped out of my shoes, and pushed my
sweats, underwear and socks from my body. I nearly tore my t-shirt off me.
I had to be naked for it.
I could feel every inch of my length as it pointed to her pussy. I
had been arriving as regular as clockwork so she knew when to jump into
the pool to be wet when I came. I stepped forward so that her ankles were
between my legs. I grabbed her hips and placed myself between her
asscheeks. The bathing suit was slick with the water from the pool as I
ran the underside of my dick up the valley of her ass. I moved my hips
back to enjoy the motion in reverse and then pushed forward to feel her on
my dick again. I knew it was part of the fantasy that came from not
understanding sex, but it was still a part of the fantasy so I made sure
to enjoy it. I held on tight to her hips and ran my dick up and down in
the bikini-covered space between her asscheeks enjoying the anticipation.
I pulled back and followed the script of the fantasy. I took the
string on her right hip and pulled on it slowly. The knot unraveled just
as slowly until the strings were only looped around each other. I let go
of my string and they both fell along her thigh. I put a finger on her hip
and pulled it through the strings and towards me. The strings separated
from each other and I trapped one between my fingers. I kept moving up and
the right side of her bikini bottom followed. I dropped my string and the
right side dropped off her ass. The left side still held its place so most
of her pussy was still covered. Her right asscheek was not so I moved down
and scored it with my teeth.
I could smell her desire, and kissed where my teeth had touched
her.
I stood up and grabbed the string on her left hip and pulled on it
slowly. The knot unraveled just as slowly. I moved my hand down and
separated the string. I pinned the bikini bottom to her body with my hand.
I slid it backwards towards her pussy until I felt gravity want to take
over. I let it go but her leg position did not allow it to fall to the
ground. I smiled and reached down drawing it from between her legs. I
placed it gently on the lounge and moved to score the newly exposed
asscheek with my teeth. I gave it the same kisses I had the other. I moved
so that I could lay my dick in the valley between her asscheeks. The cloth
had felt good but her bare skin felt better. I let myself enjoy the
anticipation as I moved my dick up and down her ass.
I used my hand to press my dick down. I ran the tip along the
separation of her ass until I felt her pussy lips kiss me. She was wet and
ready for me. I placed myself carefully to the opening that was beckoning
and pushed forward with my hips. The position of her legs made her tighter
than usual but it was appropriate. The crown of my dick made it past her
pussy lips and I continued to push forward. I did not stop until I was
halfway into her. I took my hand off myself and grabbed her hips. I raised
one foot so that it was on the lounge, pulled back, and stroked smoothly
into her. I could feel our position give me more depth than usual. I
pulled back and fucked smoothly into her again. There was still more
ground to be gained so I pulled back and fucked myself hard into her.
Her head dropped onto the lounge and she pushed back into me. I pulled
back smoothly and attacked her pussy again. I did not need her help to get
as deep as I could that time. I felt the added pressure on my dickhead
telling me I was deeper than I had ever been with Rachel. I pulled back
slowly enjoying every inch of her and then stroked back in just as slowly
again enjoying every inch of her around my length. I looked down at myself
and watched as I pulled back and pushed into her again and again. I was
incredibly hard and her pussy lips were gripping me tightly as they pulled
at me as I stroked out and accepted me as I stroked into her. I felt her
orgasm and fucked into her hard grinding the head of my dick deep inside
of her. She moaned into the lounge as her pussy tried to squeeze me out of
her body. I was too hard, too big for her body to expel me but I rode out
the attempt. I went back to watching my dick move in and out of her in
long, slow strokes. She added to my pleasure by squeezing her pussy around
my dick and releasing the pressure. Sometime she would squeeze as I was
fucking into her, other times she would squeeze as I was fucking out of
her.
Her second orgasm did me in. It must have caught her by surprise
because she screamed and her pussy grabbed my dick in a vise-like grip. I
lost myself to the twelve-year-old's fantasy. I moved my hands so that I
was grabbing hard where her hips met her torso. I dropped my head back and
pulled free of the vise only to fuck hard through it. Her body was still
trying to hold me in place when I fucked out and through the vise again. I
stopped caring about her pleasure. I cared only about the feel of the
steel rod between my legs that her pussy was bathing as I fucked in and
out of her. I gave no thought to hurting her; her pussy was mine. I fucked
in and out of her with only enough control to make it a steady rhythm.
It came upon me suddenly. My body caught on fire and something in
my ass clenched. My hands grabbed her painfully hard and she pushed her
ass hard into me as I gave her one last hard stroke. I hit bottom and blew
my load into her body. It felt like a dam in my body had broken and cum
was flowing out of me. It was not separate shots so much as a stream
flowing out of me. She willfully bore down on my dick with her pussy to
make the pleasure greater. I could not hold on and had to scream myself as
I pulled back a couple of inches and took them back hard. She released her
pussy and bore down again. My head dropped forward and so did my upper
body. Everything was blurry for the moments that my orgasm lasted.
It ended but I did not want it to. I pulled back so only the head
was inside of her. I gripped my base and squeezed upward drawing the last
of my cum out of me. I moved slowly back into her to deposit it with the
rest of what I had given her. She pulled forward so that we disconnected.
I watched as she straightened herself on the lounge and lay down.
I stood there watching my fantasy's breathing return to normal.
I did what she had asked and went home. I thought about her asking
me to leave immediately after. It made the fantasy aspect of it more real
since a twelve-year old does not think about the after.
My mother was surprised to see me but nearly laughed at what must
have been a stunned look on my face. I had to smile when I looked in the
bathroom mirror; I looked floored at the power of what happened.
My mother told me she was taking Marisa out shopping and to dinner
with Michael. I knew dinner with Michael meant Marisa would try to stretch
it out as long as possible and looked around wondering how Karen would
react to be alone with me in the house. I shrugged wanting to enjoy the
living of a fantasy for a lot longer.
Karen did not know my state of mind or she would not have started
playing with me. I was still mentally horny and my body was catching up
quickly. The best thing would have been to let my body and mind realign
themselves, get my rocks off again to the same fantasy as I had done it so
many times. This time, the fantasy would have been a memory of something I
had just done though.
Karen was doing the annoying little girl flirting thing. She was
trying to get a rise out of me. I was playing along because she looked
cute in her white top and yellow shorts. We were okay in the kitchen and
in the living room. She would annoy me into a reaction and I would chase
her down. It was a little physical and we got to touch each other but it
was not serious.
She allowed me a little time between annoyances so on the last
round I had reverted to the moment of being with Rachel up to the instant
Karen caused me chase her. It was exceedingly more sexual and I ended up
on top of her back with my hand just under her top on teenage flat
stomach.
I pulled back and laughed to blow it off.
I decided enough was enough though and headed my bedroom. I took
my clothes off and only put on a thin pair of shorts. I do not know if she
instinctively knew it was the right day to push me into action or if it
was a knee-jerk reaction to the obvious dismissal.
I was lying on my bed when she came in jumped on top of it. I did
not say or do anything so she lay down beside me. She faced the wall
giving me her back. I did not say anything just thought about Rachel. I
was hard again and there was a warm fourteen-year-old girl in my bed
wearing yellow shorts and a white top. She turned around and started to
tease me with her hands. It was a version of the catch my hand game I had
played with Iris. It ended with my pulling her mostly on top me by
grabbing both of her hands and extending them over my head. She was face
to face with me and I kissed her.
She struggled against me so I let he go. I thought that would be
the end of it but she played it off as a part of the hand game. She
started another series that ended with her mostly on top of me being
kissed again. She struggled again but her body on top of me made me
hornier. I turned her around so she faced the wall and I lay against her
back. My groin was in her ass and I smothered her struggles with my
weight. She stopped moving so I got off of her. I thought she would leave
but she did not move from the bed.
I looked at her back thinking about it. I had not ground myself
into her ass but both of our shorts were thin enough she had to know what
I was thinking. I turned toward and spooned myself so that my hardness was
pressing up against her ass. I placed my arm around her with my hand
inside her top on her stomach. She did not quite struggle against me but
moved backwards not to get out of the bed but in something of a protest. I
pulled my hand out of her top and forced her on her stomach. This time I
did grind my dick into her ass once before I just rested my weight on top
of her. I got off and waited for her to leave the room again. I was sure
she would because the grind into her ass clearly stated where this was
going.
She did not move and I knew she had given me control. I moved to
spoon myself to her ass again and moved the top up so that I could rest my
hand on her tummy. She was not quite shivering at my touch but she was
nervous. I trailed my fingers on her stomach to add physical sensation to
the nervousness. I felt it climbing and climbing as I trailed small
circles around her bellybutton. Her body tensed as she was about move to
get up from the bed but I flattened her on her stomach and lay on top of
her. It should have made her more nervous but I was not touching bare
skin. She settled down slowly as I rested my weight on her longer and
longer.
I turned us so that she lay on top of me with her ass in my groin
and my fingers dancing circles on her tummy. I used my other hand to clear
her hair from my face and open a path to her neck. I dropped kisses onto
her neck and I felt her jitters return. I let them build to their natural
apex until she moved to get off me. She moved to the wall and not towards
the door so I knew she was still trapped by her own wants. I followed her
continuing to use her neck as a way of ratcheting her nerves. Her body
warned me again and I returned us to the smothering position. This time I
ground myself into her ass a few times.
I moved to her side but did not bother with my hand on her tummy
the next time. I used both hands to move her hair out of my way and
seduced her deeper into her own wants with kisses and bites along her
neck. It took longer for her nervousness to climb and it took desire with
it on the path up. I let her start the motion up before I brought my
weight down on her to suppress her attempt to leave.
I do not think she noticed that the next time as I turned her to
her side my hand undid the button of her shorts. I knew she liked my
assault on her neck so I pushed her hair out of my way and dropped kisses
onto her neck again. I added small licks that had her pushing her ass
towards me. I kept one hand in her hair and moved the other to her back
pushing her top up. I stroked her back and kissed her neck. She was not
getting any more nervous so I snaked my hand around and opened the zipper
of her shorts, at that very moment I also attacked a spot I had noticed
was sensitive on her neck. Her nerves jumped at the zipper and her hand
moved down to grab my hand but I had returned it to her back. She did not
pull up her zipper instead she grabbed my thigh and squeezed. I gave her
moments to settle before I used the hand on her back to push her shorts
over her ass. I had just enough time to grab her hand as she moved it to
her shorts. I moved it above her head and turned her so that she was
trapped beneath me again. I did not grind myself into her ass even though
there was one less barrier between her and me. I waited her out hoping she
did not force the issue. It took my pushing her hair out of her way and
kissing then sucking her earlobe before she relaxed back into me.
I turned us back to a spooning position but trapped one of my
hands at her hip on the bed. I grabbed a handful of shorts and waited for
the next move. She was still nervous so it was not long after I started
kissing her ear, neck and shoulder that her nervousness began its upward
spiral. I put my hand back on her tummy to continue the spiral up. She was
close when I moved down and put my teeth on the side of her body just
below her ribcage. She moved up into me and I used the movement to push
her shorts down her thighs, past her knees and to her calves. She started
to turn but I pulled her arm out from under her as I moved upwards. I lay
on top of her as her breathing returned to normal.
I knew she had not completely calmed down so I made the next cycle
slow. Kissing her neck, her ears, her shoulders, running my fingers down
her back, kissing her side, kissing a line up her spine. She barely
noticed when I used my feet to remove her shorts from her legs. It was the
touch of my hand on her nipples that caused the next eruption of nerves. I
enjoyed moving my dick on her panty-covered ass as I rested on top of her.
It made the need to be on top of her last longer but eventually she got
used to the feel of my hard dick on her. I stopped the motion so that we
would be able to continue.
She liked my kissing her body and the nipple touching through her
top was also getting her off. I began to really dislike her father as her
body bloomed under my touch no matter where I played. She was close to
Brittany in her reaction to sensory stimulation. The difference was that
Brittany while more sensitive only seemed to react that way to me, Karen
was a ball of sensuality waiting to be played with. She especially liked
when I pulled her top high enough so that most of her back was touching my
bare chest. Because she could feel our skin-to-skin contact she did not
react to my undoing her bra, especially because it added to the amount of
her skin that would be touching mine. The wave of panic was set off when
her hand went to grab my thigh and she got my hard dick instead. I had
taken of my shorts and for a moment she did not realize what she had in
her hand. I could not hold still; I pulled back and stroked through her
grip on me. She squeaked but I had started to turn her. She made some
struggling motions but they were centered on trying to get her ass away
from my dick. The movements felt so good I did not stifle them. She
stopped eventually and I returned to our spooning.
I did nothing this time knowing she would have another explosion
at the thought of my bare dick on her. It happened on the third stroke
along her panty-covered asscrack. I was in position so I turned us and
ground myself on her ass to increase the need in myself.
I went back to seducing her with kisses. I touched her legs and
found them as sensitive as mine. She was nervous but her natural
sensuality was on my side as the feel of me on her became more and more
important than her fear. I touched her ass around her panties and just
underneath. She seemed to love my lips on her back so I used that to mask
my tearing a hole in her panties large enough for my entry. I caused her
to panic again when I reached under her top and played with her nipples
after pushing her bra aside. The panic had a hesitation in it as if her
body had asked for a moment to enjoy the feel of my fingers on her
nipples. She turned herself onto her stomach for me to smother her panic.
She struggled to push me off and I moved to her side but she did
not get off the bed. She wanted my fingers back on her nipples so I turned
us so she was almost on top of me and touched each with a hand. She gasped
at the feel of my finger pads on them. I made her lick a finger and used
it to moisten her nipples. I pulled the top up so the moisture could kiss
the air. I kissed where I could on her neck and shoulder as she moved her
ass on my dick in reaction to the feeling her body was receiving. I turned
us but I trapped her left leg with my own and spread her. I kept playing
with her nipple with the hand under her body and kissing her neck. I took
my dick in my other hand and moved it to the hole I had created in her
panties. I penetrated the hole and slid myself along her pussy. She jumped
up in reaction to my heat as it touched her. I let go of her leg and
turned her to her stomach again. She squeezed my dick with her thighs as I
lay on top of her. I could hear her panicked breathing but my arms had her
arms trapped. She tried to move her thighs in different motions to unseat
me from my position but her panties and my weight prevented anything from
working.
She was not calming down again so I turned her so she was
completely on top of me. She probably looked funny with me sticking up
from the front of her panties. I prevented her from getting up by wrapping
my arms around her. She was not struggling to get up just trying to move
to where my cock would not be touching her pussy. I let her try different
things while I moved my hands back under her top to toy with her nipples.
As soon as I touched them her motion changed to wriggling from the
sensations at her chest. I remoistened her nipples and exposed them to
air. She liked that so much her legs opened a little allowing me back into
contact with her pussylips. I took the opportunity to rub her pussy with
my dick by running it up and down her lips. It was an awkward motion but
she arched her back to give me more contact as she discovered her pussy
was even more sensitive than her nipples. She squeezed my cock between her
thighs again but this time it was to force it into contact with her pussy
so it would rub her clit. I stretched her arms about her head and pulled
her top and bra off before she could complain. She panicked but again it
was she who initiated the motion to her stomach asking me to keep her
moving in the direction we were heading. I pulled back with my hips while
on top of her. I used a small motion to open her pussylips with my tip,
stroked down and rubbed her clit with my crown. I stroked back and forth
continuing the sensitive rub onto her clit. Karen would have panicked but
the sensation became too much for her without release. She pushed back on
me and I turned to my back taking her with me. I reached down and placed
both her legs outside mine to spread her for me. I raised my knees so that
her legs came up opening her pussy for my dick. It was not time yet so I
continued rubbing myself on her pussy. I increased the need in her by
playing with her naked nipples. She could not do much in this position but
her body instinctively tried to trap the head of my dick with her pussy. I
spent time avoiding her while bumping her clit. She was close so I reached
down to the hole in her panties and ripped upward towards the front. I
reached around her front with both hands ripped completely up to the
waistband and then around her back. I kept ripping the material until the
elastics in her panties had become two garters and a waist chain.
She was about to panic but I put a hand over her mouth and buried
the other between her legs. Not inside of her but my fingers running along
her pussy rubbing her lips and clit hard. Her body struggled with virgin
fears and womanly desires. She was flexible so I bought time by pulling
her legs straight and up towards her head. I pulled the elastic garters
from her legs and played my fingers along the underside of her knees and
thighs. I let her legs go and she dropped them making sure they were
outside my legs. Her nervousness had scattered some; I went back to our
new standby of playing with her nipples. It calmed her down enough and
brought her closer to where I wanted her. I reached down and grabbed her
legs. I pulled them up again and grabbed her by the inside of her thighs.
I pulled my hips down and back. I felt my dick move into position
as the tip stopped its slide down her body at the natural hollow that
formed the entrance to her body. She wriggled as her body clouded her mind
long enough for me to push up into her. It was the tightest pussy I had
ever fucked into. Iris and I had been the same age but I had been smaller
and less thick. She half-screamed and tried to move away but I surged
upward forcing half of myself into her. She tried to get away but this
time the turn to her stomach and climbing on top of her only served to
give me the leverage I needed to force more of myself into her impossibly
tight pussy. She felt like other women did during their orgasmic grip on
me. I looked down at her boyish hip and tight ass. I could not stop myself
from grabbing her hips, pulling them up, moving my hips back and driving
myself as completely into her as the position would allow. I heard her
grunt and cry as I dropped onto her back. She was sobbing quietly as the
fears of the past came to the forefront of her mind. I lay on top of her
letting her cry herself out only moving to maintain myself hard inside of
her. It did not take long, she had been too close for too long and her
body was also crying but for a different type of release. My fucking into
her had not caused her pain and my motions to keep myself hard were
opening her to the pleasure. Her nipples had been sensitive, her pussylips
had been even more sensitive, but she was the type of woman where nothing
will satisfy more than a hard cock inside them. I sat up with my dick
still inside of her and remembered when I had Iris like this in the back
of a van.
Rachel had done Karen a favor. She had so drained me from our
fantasy session that I could hold on through cycle after cycle of Karen's
nervousness, and now I could hold on and do it better than I had with
Iris. They were cut from the same cloth but it had taken months to take
Iris into sexual submission. I would make Karen, Brittany's sexual twin.
I pulled back and stroked back into Karen's pussy. She moved her
hips in response to the sensations I caused. I reached down, grabbed a
small asscheek in each hand and spread them so I could watch myself. I
pulled back so that my thickest part of my head was out of her pussy. I
knew she might love to feel me completely inside her but physiologically
the edge of her pussy was where I could give her the best physical
pleasure. I re-penetrated one half of the way into her and pulled myself
back out so that the thickest part of me was just outside her lips. She
was very tight so I set myself to molding her pussy to my dick. I fucked
the thickest part of myself two inches into her and pulled back out again.
She moved her hips in attempt to escape me but I held her in place with my
hands as I pushed myself two inches into her again. Her body held on to
the tightness as long as it could but her body wanted more so between
lubrication and natural reaction to being fucked she opened for me. I
fucked deeper into her until she was taking one half of me in her body.
Her body struggled less to accept me as an intruder but I still had to
stroke in and out of that one half until her body comprehended that I was
not going to be denied. I fucked her until I was moving as smoothly as I
could for fucking a fourteen-year-old small framed girl. I had always
preferred my girls at worst athletic but definitely on the healthier side
of life but Karen demonstrated to me why men like small girls. They make
your cock look huge as you pull out of them and fight to fuck into them. I
was long and thick but Karen made my cock look like it was built along
mammoth proportions.
I pulled back and pumped into her hard. I bottomed out with some
of me still outside of her because her body moved forward instead of more
of me going inside of her. Her body had been waiting for that particular
stroke ever since I kissed her neck. She pushed her hips back and screamed
into the bed as her body exploded into orgasm. The foreplay had been going
on so long and touched so many body parts her entire being orgasmed as she
convulsed. She pushed back on me and instinctively rotated her hips so
that my dick would rub her pussy in the deepest part of her.
I knew what I had to do. I ignored her orgasm and the now tighter
grasp her pussy had on me. I fucked her with strokes that told her body I
might go on forever. I did not rush; I pulled my hips back powered into
her, pulled my hips back powered into her. My motion worked to extend her
orgasm but I waited for the next moment. She had begun to relax as she
came down from the whirlwind of pleasure she was caught up in. I took my
hands off her asscheeks and put them by her head. I had been playing with
her too much time to last long with what I was planning but I did not have
to.
I wanted her body to love being fucked. This was her first time
and anything I did would permanently color her sexual landscape. I pulled
back and fucked into her as hard as I could. I started fucking her as fast
and as hard as her body would allow. She grabbed my forearms and raised
her hips as her body believed I was doing it because I was close. She
opened herself to my strokes and I took advantage by continuing to fuck
Karen with power and speed. She moved her hips in reaction to the strokes
stopping the fall from orgasm. She clenched and unclenched her pussy not
understanding what was happening. Her mind told her it was over, but her
body felt the onrush of another orgasm as I fucked her as if she were a
woman and not an inexperienced fourteen-year-old girl who could not take
all of me into her body. If her first orgasm was an explosion, the second
was a flood that spread outward through her body from her pussy. She bit
into the mattress as she tried to spread her legs beneath me to open her
pussy even more to my thrusts. Her mind went away as pleasure swept
through her body. Her nails cut into my wrists as she again arched her ass
to take me into her body. She held perfectly still letting my body push
pleasure through hers.
She relaxed finally and I slowed down allowing her the calm
aftermath of her pleasure. She knew I had not cum and moved her hips in
small circles to entice me to give her body its due. I put an arm
underneath her and turned onto my back taking her with me. She remained
still for a minute confused by the change in position. She knew I needed
to finish also but had thought I would just use her body. I would have but
I had been waiting so long that waiting longer was pleasurable too. I
moved my hand around to her pubic hair and used a finger to make circles
at her clit.
Karen was a very close likeness of Brittany. My hand on her clit
started her hips moving immediately. I did not have a lot of leverage but
I used what I could to stroke in and out of her. I was in top condition so
I let it go on for a while before I pushed her up so she was nearly
sitting on me. I kept her moving forward so that she was kneeling on the
bed so that from my perspective I was almost taking her doggie style. I
sat up and guided her own hand to her clit. I lay back down and grabbed
her by her hips. It was not the best angle with my dick point somewhat
downwards but it prevented her from sitting down on me completely, which
she could not take. I felt her hand playing with her clit slowly so I let
her speed dictate. I used my grip on her hips to guide her up and down my
length slowly. The position with her knees outside my hips opened her
pussy so she took me easier than before but it still felt fantastically
tight. She changed the pace of her movement up and down my dick as she
moved on her clit even faster. I used my hand only to guide her hips in
their movement so that she could take what she needed from my body.
It was not long after that she slammed her hips down on me and
held it there as her pussy convulsed on my dick while her hand rubbed her
clit hard. She groaned and rotated her hips using my dick as a massage aid
to stimulate the walls of her pussy.
She finished her orgasm but I was close. I pulled her up and off
moving her so my dick was in the same position that I had held while
inside her panties and outside of her pussy. The hand that she had on her
clit moved to push my dick into tight contact with her pussy lips. I
pumped into the space she created with her hand and her pussy to finish my
own orgasm. She knew what was happening. She applied more gentle pressure
on the underside of my dick and moved her hips to massage me with pussy
lips. I groaned as I felt my orgasm arrive. I shot a load of cum up and
onto her chest and stomach. She gasped at the sight and the feel of the
heat as my cum touched her. She pressed down harder on me and I stroked
another shot onto her body. She rubbed me with her pussy and her hand as I
settled back down. I whispered to her what I wanted her to do, and she
grabbed my dick by the base and squeezed upward drawing the last of my cum
out of my body.
I had not told her to use my dick as a paintbrush to transfer the
last of my seed onto her stomach but she did it anyway. She lay back so
that my head was by her ear. I felt the movement of her body as she played
with the semen on her stomach and chest. I rolled a finger up her body to
capture some of my seed and moved it to her lips. Her conversion was
complete when she willingly opened to take it into her mouth.
She probably thought we were done but that is not how I had been
taught. She had pleasure from our first time, but to me it was opportunity
to cheat for every time afterward. Blanca had taught me well, the bigger
the sexual foundation you lay at the beginning the easier each subsequent
experience is for you. I had a chance to convince Karen in body and mind
that being with me was pleasure; eventually she would be on a hair trigger
to my touch.
I put my arm around her and spun us to get up from the bed. She
moved to get her clothes but I held her tight. I started walking to my
door. She turned around trying to escape but I ended the argument by
stooping down and putting her over my shoulder.
"David!" she cried but there was a lot of femininity infused into
her saying my name.
I ignored her and walked into the basement bathroom. I rarely used
it because I would have to clean it if I did plus it had cement walls. The
one nice thing about it was that it had a square floor shower with no
curtain. I walked into the shower and deposited Karen onto her feet. She
tried to walk out but I turned around and held her in place. I reached
behind and turned the water to the spots I guessed would be the right
temperature. I dealt with the spray of cold water on my back and turned
Karen around.
She looked up at me. She was doll-like compared to me. She looked
lost but her eyes now had trust in them when she looked at me.
That was better than fear and pain of before.
The water turned warm and then the right temperature of hot. I
held onto her and leaned my head back to allow the water to bathe me. I
moved back and looked at her.
I stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her so that I could
grab her ass in both my hands. I lifted her up and wrapping her legs
around me came naturally to her. My face turned up and she met me with a
kiss. It was our first real kiss and I explored her mouth with my lips;
then I let my tongue do its own exploring. I stepped back into the shower
stream and she lifted her face so that the water fell on it. Small streams
ran down her body but it was her neck I was interested in. I moved her so
she would look at me. She realized what I wanted and wrapped her arms
around my neck. She pulled herself close to me exposing her neck to my
mouth. I kissed it through the water, I bit it gently letting the rivulets
of water pass through my mouth. I turned around so that the water fell on
her hair and back. She pulled herself tighter into me and gave my neck the
treatment I had given hers. We stood in the water stream allowing it to
wash away my cum and our sweat as we made out under the flow of water.
I let her back onto the floor and pushed her to the wall of the
shower. There was body gel on the floor and I put some on my hand. I
bathed her body slowly making sure I awakened every nerve ending to make
it a part of her sexual foundation I was building for my pleasure. I had
just set the forms. She gave me her back when I finished her front. I made
sure every nerve ending was awake even to the extent of using a dollop of
body gel to coat her anus and push the tip of my finger inside. She moved
back to protest but I pushed her against the shower wall in a replay of
the smothering move. She immediately quieted down and even reached behind
to stroke my dick in a gesture that asked for forgiveness for her protest.
I was done so I guided her to the water and helped get the soap
off. She put a hand on my chest and pushed me to the shower wall. I smiled
at her knowing that her foundation was being poured for her to do that. I
spread my legs and extended my arms outward to give her room to play. She
had a different method of soaping me up. She seemed to believe it was
necessary to kiss or lick most of me before the soap was applied. I
thought I had gone slow but her pace was excruciating. I felt tremors of
awakening in my twice drained dick before she was done.
She had it bad for me now. I was soaped up but she kept running
her hands over me not able to get enough. I walked her into the stream to
remove the soap from me. We made out again in the shower stream. Our hands
roamed each other much more freely than before so we were able to last
until the water started to cool.
I turned the water off and guided her wet, back into my room. She
looked around for a towel but that was not what I had in mind. I picked
her up and dumped her onto the bed. She gazed up at me with curiosity for
the second it took for me to come down on top of her. I kissed her hard
letting her know I planned to continue what we had started but this time
with her full cooperation. The foundation had set hard enough that she
wrapped her arms around me and eagerly kissed me back.
I made it like her first time should have been. We kissed as I
held my weight off of her until she was pressing her body up to bring us
into contact. I let go of her lips to move down and attack her neck. She
arched into me. Her neck would be my secret weapon against her from that
day on. She wriggled beneath me and turned her neck to make sure I got
every part of it she wanted kissed, licked or bit. I kissed my way down
her body until I got to her breasts.
They were small, still growing but I knew from experience her
nipples were sensitive. I kissed them and then licked them. I suckled each
into my mouth applying varying amounts of pressure. I licked them again in
small circles that move outward from her nipple and then back inward until
I could suck just her nipple. I used one hand to simulate what my mouth
was doing to the other. She moved her body around so that she could wrap
her legs around my hips and tried to fuck herself on my semi-hard dick as
I continued the assault on her nipples. I moved away from her by kissing
my way down her stomach. I kissed her stomach and stuck my tongue in her
bellybutton, which made her gasp. I moved my hands so that they were
underneath her knees and pulled her legs up only to push them to her
chest. She was spread for me and was almost holding her breath in
anticipation. Her pubic hair was sparse and very fine. I kissed myself
down and looked at her pussy. She had a cute one with puffy lips from her
excitement but it was immature with almost no extra flesh to them. I stuck
my tongue as far into her as I could and moved my head up to snap my
tongue upward through her clit. She tried to move away from me in surprise
at the sensation. I changed my grip by wrapping my arms around her thighs.
I snapped my tongue upward across her clit again to garner the same
reaction; her ass came off the bed and she attempted to escape my grip.
Believing she actually liked it, I did about twenty more times.
During the last ten her reaction changed. She pushed her pussy at
me and tried to twist her body into a pretzel. I went clinical to
experiment to see how she would react to different kinds of stress on her
clit. Licking left to right and back really fast caused her to arch her
body and try to escape my tongue by pushing her ass into the bed. Taking
her clit into my mouth and sucking it caused her to do the pretzel thing
with her upper body while monotone moaning escaped her. Using my teeth to
stimulate caused escape attempts, licking her in small circles caused her
hips to move in small circles with me. Putting a finger inside her of her
and fucking her with while doing anything else to clit made her grab a
fistful of her hair and attempt to push her pussy into my mouth. Trying to
suck, lick and nibble on her clit at the same time caused her to sit up,
grab my head with one hand, pull my head into her pussy while
simultaneously pushing her pussy into my mouth and having the mother of
clitoral orgasms which ended in a collapse on the bed.
By that time, I was nearly ready and I knew her pussy was ready
for me. I crawled up her body and she opened her arms to me. She perched
her legs on my hips knowing what I wanted and willing to give me anything
at that moment. She initiated the kiss on my pussy-flavored lips, she
wallowed in the taste of herself as I used a hand to guide myself into
her. I pushed forward with my hips and her pussy opened for me. She was
not as tight as before considering the fucking I had given her but she was
still the tightest pussy I had been in. I continued the kissing as I
fucked into her as deep as I could. I had already had two powerful orgasms
so my hardon almost ached. Her wet pussy felt like a salve on my dick.
Neither of us wanted it fast so it was a gentle, slow screw with our lips
never losing contact. I rested more and more of my weight on her and she
reveled in the feel of my dick slowing screwing in and out of her. She
moved her hips in circles trying to add to the pleasure we were both
feeling. I should have lasted longer but there was something right about
what we were doing that made the slowness even more stimulating than
pounding into her would have.
We came almost at the same time. We did not break our lip lock
even as her hips movement became slightly frantic and my dick thickened as
I prepared to cum into her. There were no shots into her instead her pussy
milked my dick of cum as it went through her orgasm induced contractions.
I stopped moving in and out of her; instead I pushed into her as deep as
her body would allow and rotated my hips to massage my dick with her
pussy. We kept the slow rotations up until the last vestige of our orgasm
left our bodies.
I stopped our kiss to look at her. As she looked back at me, tears
formed in her eyes as we stared at each other. I smiled and gave her a
quick kiss. I pulled out of her and got off the bed. I locked the door to
my room to prevent anyone from walking in and got back onto the bed beside
her. I pulled the cover over us and she moved to my side. She draped a leg
and an arm over me. She lay head her on my shoulder and looked at the
wall. I stared at the ceiling. I heard her breath deepen into sleep and
smiled down at her. It was a cold thought but I was happy I had someone
back in the role that Iris and Brittany had filled.
The summer moved closer and closer to the return of the twins. No
one was surprised that they did not visit even if they were only a
thirty-minute drive away. We had all grown accustomed to the out-of-sight,
out-of-mind behavior of the twins. Rachel drove up every weekend to take
them out to dinner and took me with her most of the time. I knew she
missed their presence. I thought sadly about how lonely she would be when
they left for college. I could not quite bring myself to hope she would
find someone to spend her time with while I was still the one she was
spending her time with though.
Karen and Marisa stopped arguing. The competition had become
irrelevant in Karen's eyes. Marisa was my sister but Karen was my lover.
She gladly gave up the attention she had gotten as a female family member
for the hours spent naked in my bed. Marisa was also less curious about my
relationship with Karen when she had Michael to herself on most days.
Michael's divorce was moving forward slowly and he began to move between
spending time with Rachel and spending time in our house. We all watched
Marisa for evidence of walking on air. Marisa had always been able to draw
Michael into adult conversation and the more time he spent around her the
more he treated her as an adult. I understood their relationship because
in reality Rachel had always been my only friend.
With Marisa's attention drawn exclusively to Michael, my mother
became more insistent about our own sexual bond. I did not mind but unlike
Iris I kept Karen out of my sex life with Mother. My mother did not mind
that detail but made sure I was extra attentive to her needs.
Rachel and I continued to see each other five days a week but
slowly as the twins day approached the sex became less important. I think
we were both trying to wean ourselves away from it and back to what would
have to pass as normal.
It was our last night together that she sprang her gifts on me. I
had gone to her house feeling dejected knowing it would be last time I
would touch her in a sexual fashion. I was wondering if it was possible to
fuck from the moment she opened the door to when we had to leave to pick
up the twins. She must have been thinking along the same lines because she
was naked when she opened the door. I got hard in seconds as she drew me
into her arms and kissed me. She moved backwards towards the staircase
maneuvering our bodies so that she could push/pull/drag clothing off me.
We had a couple of stops, one on the stairs and one in the hallway to her
bedroom. We did nothing more than roll around on the floor kissing during
those stops but they added fuel to the fire. We made it to the bed and I
thought I was seconds away from starting a sex marathon to impress the
gods.
She was lying on top of my naked body when she stopped. She gave
me a sad smile and kissed me gently.
"I have the gifts you agreed to accept at the beginning of the
summer," she told me sitting up on the bed.
I put my hands behind my head knowing I was not going to like it
but that I had no choice. I never did have a lot of choices with Rachel;
she was who she was in my life and somewhere along the line I had made a
decision to follow where she led.
She got up from the bed and moved to her bureau.
I watched her.
She was incredibly beautiful. Her straight blonde hair reached to
the top of her ass and tickled her curves. She turned back around holding
a folder and walked back to the bed. I loved her pubic hair; it was a dark
shade of blonde shaped so that there was only a small slice of it above
her clit.
She put the folder in front of me but I looked at her other hand,
which she had in a fist obviously holding something in it. I looked at the
folder knowing what she was going to say. I was not stupid I knew this
would come, I would have done the same in their place.
"Roger and I wanted you to have this," she said motioning to the
folder. I rarely thought of Roger by name, he was the twins' father.
Sometimes, I thought of him as my father. He had not deposited the seed
that had germinated me in my mother, but he had slept with her and cared
for me, which made him more of a father than my own or my stepfather.
Maybe I could have denied Rachel, but I had given my word on his deathbed.
People would say it was too much to ask of a boy my age, but it was not
too much for a father to ask of his son.
"Its the money for your college," she said quietly, "And there's
money if you decide to go graduate school too."
I looked at the folder. I understood why he had done it. To meet
the requirements of my word to him I needed the tools and the right school
was a tool. I would need to go to the same school as the twins whether or
not I swam on the team. I turned over and put my head on my hands thinking
about Roger. Rachel put the folder on the floor and climbed on top of my
back. She must have thought that I was upset or angry at what seemed like
charity.
That was not the problem. It was the first time I had thought of
Rachel as Roger's wife. It was the first time I thought of our
relationship as a betrayal to his memory. He reached from the grave to
take care of me, to ensure that I would be able to keep my word to him and
I was having sex with his wife.
Rachel knew I would accept. She would have told my mother by now
and the entire family would have pressured for me to accept. I understood
why the pressure of joining the twins in their school had been relieved.
After my conversation in the beginning of the summer, Rachel must have
explained things to the people pressuring.
"I have another gift for you," she whispered into my ear.
She held her closed fist in front of my eyes and motioned that she
wanted to drop the contents into my hand. I moved a hand under hers and
she opened it. I looked at the contents it was three single 'serving' k-y
jelly tubes.
I turned to look at her. She smiled at me and climbed off to lie
beside me.
"I wanted to make sure we had enough lubrication," she said
swaying her hips to tell me what she was talking about. "I heard it hurts
a little."
I knew it was an attempt to salvage my pride. I could have told
her that I had expected it and I thought of the money more as a gift from
Roger than from her. I knew that Roger had not told her about our last
conversation so he probably meant to keep it between us.
I also knew what Rachel was offering. We had talked about how
taking Blanca like this had made fucking a woman's ass an act of
possession for me. She had told me she would be mine for the summer and
this was her living up to that by my terms. I turned myself so that I
could bring us into contact. She moved her face and we kissed. I dropped
all but one tube onto the bed. I moved my hand down to her ass and stroked
a line straight down her asscheeks and back up again.
Even if it had only lasted two months, I wanted the memory of her
being completely mine.
The experience that Blanca had taught me came back. She would be
okay but her pleasure had to come before as a reward for giving me what I
wanted. I ran my hand along her asscheeks stopping to grab hold of each on
occasion. I ran my fingernails along her back as we continued to kiss. I
took my hand from her body and used it to open the tube. I grabbed the
tube and went to kiss her again. I played the tip of the tube down her
spine and between her asscheeks. I investigated the area with my fingertip
until I knew I was at the right spot. I placed the tip of the tube on her
anus. I applied pressure along the tube to empty it with only some
actually making it inside of her. She grabbed my wrist as the coolness of
the lubricant touched her body.
Her blue eyes widened as she looked at me. She looked a little
scared but resolved. I smiled at her and kissed her neck. I took both
tubes from the bed and worked my lips down her back. I was at her ass and
I took nibbles from her asscheeks as I worked one hand underneath her hips
so that I could touch her pussy. She lifted her hips from the bed to allow
me access.
I rubbed my fingers along her pussy lips. She had lost some of the
moisture that the naked crawl to her bed had caused but it was not long
after I began to work on her that she got wet again.
Pleasure was the key.
I rubbed her clit slowly building the pleasure inside of her as I
brought a finger to her rectum and spread some of the jelly on my finger.
I worked the jelly into her rectum slowly as I mimicked the motions on her
clit. I waited until she was in orgasmic climb before I tried to put my
finger inside of her.
She started to moan and push back her hips in a rotating motion to
get more feeling from my hand. I gathered as much of the lube as I could
and forced it into her ass in front of my invading digit. It stopped her
motion but I continued until both knuckles from my finger were in her. Her
hips moved but it was out of discomfort. I had stopped rubbing her pussy
but I went back to it as soon I was as deep in her ass as my finger could
go. It took some time for her to get used to my finger but she started to
move her hips again. I joined two fingers and fucked them into her pussy.
She squeezed them with her body enjoying the sensation of my driving two
fingers in and out of her. I took them from her pussy and went back to
rubbing her clit. I moved my finger in her backside so that neither
knuckle was inside her and then stroked it back in. I was already in her
so the discomfort was not great enough to overwhelm the feel of me on her
clit. I slowly stroked my finger in and out of her ass as I lightened the
touch on her clit. I balanced the pleasure from her pussy with feel of my
finger in her ass. It kept her on the fine edge of not being able to get
off. Her body told me when my finger became something pleasurable as she
moved to match some of my stroke. I concentrated on her clit again wanting
to take it to next step. She was close to orgasm when I stopped all motion
again and pulled my finger out of her ass. She groaned in disappointment
and rotated her ass trying to tempt me into giving her enough to get over
the top. I grabbed a second tube of k-y and emptied it right on top of
her anus. I joined two fingers together so that they were entity and moved
back to her ass. She grunted as I pushed them into her. It would have been
a greater discomfort than before but I had been finger-fucking her ass for
some time and her body was primed for me. I pushed as deep as I could and
put my other hand back on her pussy. The fingers in her ass had taken her
a couple of steps back but as my fingers rubbed her clit she regained the
ground on her orgasm quickly. I wanted her over the top so I did not tease
her. I fucked her ass with my fingers making her body get her pleasure
regardless of how it felt to have me invading her ass.
She came hard and her ass rotated violently as I continued to fuck
her ass. She pushed back on me driving my fingers deeper involuntarily as
she tried to get more contact on her clit. I gave it to her extending her
pleasure and driving in the connection between pleasure and me being in
her ass even if it was just my fingers.
She settled down and I allowed my fingers to rest in her ass. She
turned to look at me smiled happily. She came up to her knees and because
my fingers were trapped in her ass I sat up. She sat back on her heels but
I was unwilling to take my fingers out of her ass so I had to move to
accommodate her new position. She touched my face and smiled. She squeezed
her ass putting pressure on my fingers and grabbed that forearm. She held
the forearm in place, looked into my eyes, and stroked herself up and down
my fingers. She did it again and on the third time she closed her eyes,
dropped her head back, and made it seem very much like she loved fucking
her ass with my fingers.
She had grabbed the last tube of k-y on the way up to her knees.
She opened it and placed it at the base of my dick. She squeezed the tube
and ran a line of lube up my dick saving a good amount for the head. She
had stopped fucking herself on my fingers so I stroked my fingers in her
ass as she spread the lubricant on me. She paid close attention to making
sure I was well coated before she looked into my eyes again. She stroked
my face and kissed me. She moved forward to get back on her stomach. She
was ready and so was I. I took my fingers out of her ass and straddled
her. It was not the best position for this but it would make for the best
ending position.
She moved her hands to her asscheeks and rubbed the one she had
used to lubricate me around her skin. It gave her a slight shine, which
the other asscheek lacked so I spread some of the lube from her asscrack
outward. We lubed her asscheeks until they both had an attractive shine to
it. She grabbed her asscheeks and spread them exposing herself to me. I
looked down at her pretty asshole trying not to think of how it would feel
to be inside her. I put one hand by her head and grabbed myself guiding my
dick so that tip was on her asshole. She grabbed her asscheeks hard and
spread them as far as she could. I pushed down into her with my dick. The
lubrication helped, having fucked her ass with two fingers helped also.
It was still tough going since I was thicker around than two of my
fingers. She accepted the tip of my dick easily enough which gave me the
leverage needed to not slip. I stroked my stalk to keep myself hard as I
added more pressure. It felt like it was taking forever as her body slowly
accepted more and more of my presence. She grunted as finally my head
passed her anal ring. I stroked myself again but the feel of the pressure
her ass was exerting on the head of my dick was all I needed to stay hard.
All I wanted to do was drive into her to feel that pressure all over
myself, but this was Rachel and I would not hurt her.
I pushed down and my passage into her was easier as her ass ring
had allowed the thickest part of me into her. It still felt like another
forever before my hips came into contact with her hands. I moved my legs
so that I could be the one holding her asscheeks apart. She put her hands
on top of mine when I pushed hers aside. I looked down at the sight of
myself inside of Rachel's ass.
I should have lost myself inside of her at that point and if I had
tried to stroke. Instead, I dropped my head back and ran my fingers along
her asscheeks giving her time to get used to me and giving myself time to
regain control. It was a lost cause for me and I realized it when no
matter how long I held the position I stayed just as hard and just as
close to cumming inside of her ass.
I gave up and looked down at myself. I had to do that much even if
it meant blowing it. I grabbed her asscheeks and spread them. I pulled
back pulling my dick almost out of her and stroked back into her ass. I
did not have many of those strokes in me but I wanted to watch myself
possessing Rachel. I was right I could only do it four times before I had
to stop.
I stopped because I wanted a different position. I grabbed her
hands and moved forward so that I was lying on her back.
Rachel was on her stomach with me on top of her and my hardon was
buried in her ass. She grabbed my hands and put them beneath her face so
that she could pillow herself. She pushed back on my dick with her ass
telling me it was okay to finish. I kissed her cheek as I pulled back and
fucked into her.
Rachel was mine. It had only been for two months, but she had been
completely mine for that time. However, when I felt the possession come
upon me I knew that Rachel felt it too. There was a spiritual transaction
where she surrendered herself to me. At that moment I never felt a
stronger urge in my life to raise my face to the sky and howl. She would
always be mine in a way that she could never belong to another man.
Something deep in my soul told me that this might have been for now but we
had connected in a way nothing would sever.
I pulled back and stroked into her.
I pulled back and stroked into her.
I pulled back and felt the beginning of one of the best orgasms of
my life. I pushed into her hard and my cock opened itself into her. I did
not feel the orgasm physically in my dick so much as all over my body. It
felt like every nerve in my body screamed a hallelujah as I emptied myself
into her. She clenched her ass, released, and clenched her ass focused on
giving me pleasure. It was unnecessary because my entire body was focused
on the transcendent explosion of cumming into Rachel's ass. It sealed my
possession.
She let me lie on top of her when it was over. She whispered to
me, mostly I think she was babbling to herself. I think she felt regret as
did I about the end of the summer and perhaps she was struggling with her
surrender. While she was not massive, she was strong and she could hold my
distributed weight on top of her as long as I needed to be there. I was
glad for this intimate contact. She cried and I held her much like I had
when she cried at the loss of her husband.
An orgasm cannot last forever, I could not stay on top of her
forever, and our affair could not last forever. We got up and moved to the
shower. We went to the restaurant that we had gone for our first date. The
rest of the night passed as if we were just lustful lovers and not two
people going their separate ways in the morning.
I wanted to wake up early so that I could have her one more time
in defiance of our parting. It did not work out because she was already
dressed when she woke me by stroking my face. I got up and moved to the
twin's room. I took my time not thinking about how it would feel to not be
with her.
We drove to pick up the twins. I did not need to go but I wanted
to be there when she told the coach and the twins that I would be
attending the same university. The twins took the news as if they had
never entertained a different outcome while the Coach reacted as if it
were an early Christmas present. He said that he would still pull some
strings to get me scholarship money. Rachel nodded and told me that such
would leave me plenty of spending money to enjoy college. I stayed quiet
the rest of our time together. We went out to dinner with the coach.
Rachel and the coach did most of the talking, since the twins never talked
much anyway. I had to remind myself not to do the obvious things we had
been doing as lovers with each other in public for two months. We could
no longer hold hands, nuzzle or playfully stroke each other as we had. I
was happy that I would be joining the twins though; it meant the coach
could still use me to push them in training. I had never lost my attitude
about training and he used my work ethic to drive the twins harder. I
could also make sure that the twins did a better job of making time for
Rachel. I figured since we would only be a half hour away two dinners a
week would not be unreasonable, and calling her two additional days and
trapping the twins into talking to her would keep everyone happy. The
twins felt some guilt about the way they ignored her. They were just not
the type to initiate communication and Rachel did not want to interfere in
their lives or seem overly needy. My overt interference would be
overlooked as long it made the bad feelings stay away. My facilitation of
Rachel's relationship with her sons would also help remind me of my own
mother's need for me. I did wonder how Rachel would spend her free time
when most of us were gone.
I left the Smith house believing that was the end of my summer.
I was in for a relaxing senior year where I could earn some scholarship
money from the university. I would restrict my sexual partners to my
mother and Karen. Essentially, my senior year would pass without any undue
excitement.
Wrong.
It was the summer of the crush and a second person had languished
in her crush for too long. She had decided to do something about it at the
very next opportunity, which turned out to be the day after the twins
returned. Marisa and Karen had regressed into a major spat about nothing
and I almost believed they had done it just to amuse themselves. My mother
must have perceived the same thing because it seemed that she was egging
them on. I rushed out of the house and headed to Main Street. I was just
beginning to feel the consequences of 'no more Rachel' and looking into
shop windows helped me to avoid its effects.
I was walking home when I saw a pretty brunette strolling towards
me in a gray top and tight black pants. I watched her until I was pretty
sure she would notice if I kept looking. We walked towards each other and
I continued giving her glances. We made eye contact but I broke the gaze
first not in the mood for the game of chicken to see who looks away first.
We walked past each other. I dismissed the idea of turning around to look
at her ass knowing she would catch me if I did.
"You should have turned around and looked."
I had not imagined it.
Her voice was laced with enough challenge and petulance that I had
to stop. I turned around slowly. She was standing no more that three paces
from the point where we crossed, apparently with the purpose of catching
me in the second take, realizing I had NOT checked her ass out. I squared
off and stared at her as she stared back.
She had taken a stance with shoulders back, hands on hips, eyes
sparkling at me, with a near angry smile on her face as she silently
screamed an unrelenting challenge. She had enough of not being
acknowledged by the right man.
I knew that I was the right man, so I waited for her to come to
me. She walked the few feet that separated us and looked up at me. She had
hazel eyes. She also had a tight body from being young and from being on
the cheerleading team. She was pretty with a wealth of brunette hair that
I was sure would go wild during sex.
"You don't want to do this today!" I said to her. She had brought
out my dark side; but wanting Rachel still was the focus of the
frustration. She did not say anything but stood on her tiptoes and licked
a line up the center of my lips starting at my chin and ending at the tip
of my nose.
She had REALLY had enough of not having me.
"Little girl, can you really live up to that?" I growled at her.
Her eyes flashed with anger at my overt challenge.
She did not appreciate being called a little girl by me of all
people.
She grabbed my arms, wrapped them around her back and pushed my
hands down to her ass. She was proud of her ass; she had a right to be
prideful. She put her hands around my neck and pulled me down into a kiss
trying to convince me with her mouth and tongue she was a woman.
"Is that it?" I asked her when the kiss ended as she looked at me
expectantly. Her eyes widened and the anger flared again. I looked down at
her waiting for her to lose it. I gave her ass a squeeze figuring that it
would be my last opportunity. It was the squeeze that turned her anger.
She looked up at me; I smiled at her. She settled on what must have been
plan A from the start. She grabbed my hand and turned us towards her
house.
I knew who she was when I saw her. I could even explain the
origins of her crush and how she knew not to bother with high school
games. Michelle was Brittany's baby sister. Of course, a baby sister does
not have an ass to perfectly fill both my hands and make me want to be on
top of her while fucking her and cupping her ass below me.
She guided me past Brittany's room and into her own. I looked
around as she led me to the bed. It was pink and full of teddy bears.
There were signs of an approaching womanhood coming too fast for a
father's sanity. She lay on her back on the bed using her elbows to prop
her up. I was standing between her legs looking down at her. It probably
was not the best atmosphere for a first time together but I was past
caring and she had decided this was the best way to get my attention.
I pushed her up the bed so that she was completely on it and I lay
myself on top of her. She reached an arm around me to pull me into a kiss
as full of frustration as my own. I shoved my hands beneath her to grab
her ass. She wrapped her legs around me. She was flexible so she got them
high enough that when I dry humped her, it stimulated her clit.
I put my hand on her belly and moved it up her body. I pushed the
top and bra off her breast palming it. She broke the kiss long enough to
take the top off, undo the bra and remove it. I pulled my t-shirt off and
returned to the skin on skin contact. She did not let me kiss her; instead
she arched her back rubbing her nipples on my body. I felt her tighten her
legs on me as she continued to rub herself on my chest. She opened her
eyes for a moment and I could see the haze of lust covering them.
I read the hint she was giving me and moved down so that I could
take a nipple in my mouth. She nearly came off the bed in an attempt to
shove her breast completely down my throat. She was not small enough for
me to suck in the whole thing but I gave it a try to meet her needs. She
tried to turn her body and I let her so I could give her other breast the
same treatment. She was already a mid-sized C-cup with the lift that being
a teenager gave her. She was enjoying herself so much, I decided to spend
time playing with her breasts to see how far it could take her. Her
nipples were sensitive enough to take her up the path of pleasure as I
sucked, nibbled, and licked them.
I moved on to better things when she started to dry-hump my
stomach and could not quite figure out what to do with her hands. She
moaned in protest but pushed her tummy into my face as I kissed my way
down it. I unbuttoned her pants and drew them down her hips. She picked
her ass up from the bed and pushed her pants along with panties down her
legs. She moved one leg around me so she could get them off and then put
it back in place. Her move had surprised and it became amusing as she
pushed her pussy at my face.
Michelle was not shy.
She was also a little too much in control of the situation. I
moved up her body and she tried to push me back down to finish what my
kisses down her belly had promised. I kept moving upward winning the
argument when our lips came into contact. She opened her mouth and tried
to drive her tongue into my mouth. I pulled up and looked into her hazel
eyes. There was hunger present but there was also a desire to dominate, to
control.
I understood it for what it was. She was competing with Brittany
who had been the submissive one in our relationship. If she could be
dominant then she would have a victory over her sister. I grabbed a
fistful of hair and moved to her side. She tried to turn to keep contact
with me but I pushed her back with a hand on her stomach.
She had challenged me for control and I was not in a place where
the challenge would go unanswered. I moved my hand down to the juncture
of her legs and split her pussy lips with a finger. I dropped my head to
kiss her neck as I moved my finger up and down the space between her pussy
lips. Her body fought the confusion of wanting to push her pussy and her
neck to me. I inserted a finger into her and was surprised by the
resistance I encountered. I stopped, pulled up and looked into her eyes
again.
She nodded her head at the question in my eyes. I pulled my finger
out of her intending to get out of the bed but she stopped me by grabbing
my hand and pulling it to her pussy. Her look communicated the desperation
to keep me. The challenge left her eyes as her desire for me, superseded
her competition with her sister. I moved my hand up so that I was in
contact with her clit and dropped my head again to kiss her.
She put her feet flat on the bed and pushed hips up opening her
self to my hand. I took the invitation and let her release her frustration
at not having me into my hand. I used two fingers to stroke up and down
her pussylips. I kept that up until she lost her strength and had to drop
her hips back to the bed. I focused on her clit rubbing it in slow
circles. She pulled my head down and invited my tongue into her mouth in
reward for the pleasure I was giving her. I savored my victory on her lips
as she surrendered control to me. I was kissing her when the orgasm came
to her. She broke the kiss and panted as her body surged with pleasure.
She turned into me and hid her face in my shoulder as I continued to
stimulate her exposed clit throughout the length of her pleasure.
I pushed her body so she was flat on the bed again. I let go of
her pussy and moved myself between her legs. She pushed up to her elbows
and looked at me. I smiled and took her nipple into my mouth. I lost
myself in the freshness of her taste. She was new to being naked with a
man in her bed and I wanted her to enjoy every part of it. She relaxed
back to the bed as I moved to her other nipple. I licked the sweat from
her body as I moved myself down to her pubic hair. She was neatly trimmed
so I spent time licking wetness onto each strand before I moved down. I
pushed her knees up to her chest and licked the area surrounding her
pussy. She squirmed trying to get me to place my tongue where it would do
the most good. I put my tongue at the bottom of her pussy and plowed
through her pussylips upward until I got to her clit. I took it into my
mouth and suckled it to see her reaction. She flooded with wetness,
arching her pussy into my mouth begging me to continue it. I pushed myself
up taking her with me while keeping the contact on her clit. I undid my
pants and rolled her hips towards her head so that I could hold her in
place with her ass on my chest. I pushed my pants and underwear over my
hips and took us both back to the bed. She held her own legs to her chest
giving me the room to lick her pussy and assault her clit with my tongue.
She was close so I moved slowly taking my pants off. She was closer when I
was naked. I put a couple of fingers at her entrance and moved up so that
I could take her clit in my mouth. I prepared her pussy for me by using
two fingers up to the point of her resistance. I pulled them out and
excited her pussy lips as I licked her clit fast left to right. She
groaned at me in frustration as the licking backed her off from the
orgasm. I continued to prepare her for me by playing my fingers in and out
of her pussy. My dick wanted attention so I caved to my own need and took
her clit back into my mouth. I sucked and licked it at the same time. She
screamed at the new motion and I felt her pussy expand around my fingers
as the orgasm she had been waiting for struck her body full-force. I
continued my actions on her clit, riding shotgun to her pleasure. It was
too much for her and she pushed me away from her pussy as the newness of
the flooding of her body overcame her. I moved up her body, kissing a line
up her stomach, between her breasts, up her neck until she was tasting
herself on my lips.
I felt her tense as the head of my dick kissed her pussylips. I
looked at her and gave her a gentle kiss. The moment I had touched her
maidenhead I had forgotten about my frustration over Rachel. There is no
equal to a woman's sexual need in its ability to distract me. Michelle
needed me to be with her for this, so there was no room left for anything
else.
I grabbed my dick and stroked her pussy lips with the tip. She
closed her eyes and grabbed my shoulders as the nearness of me got to her.
There was no softness in me as the thought of breaking through her
virginity thoroughly aroused me. Carolina had no resisting membrane having
taken care of it by herself.
Michelle was going to give me her blood.
She brought her hand to my face and moved her hips so that I was
placed at the entrance of her pussy. I pushed in so that her body would
hold me in place. She moved so that her nails were in contact with me as I
slowly moved forward opening her body for her first man.
I met her resistance and rested on it. She was getting more and
more nervous so I stroked in and out of her bumping her resistance but
giving her pleasure as her body adjusted to my girth. As I moved down to
kiss her lips, her mouth opened to me.
I knew what I had to do. I thrust into her forcefully breaking
her resistance. She drove her nails into me and cried out as her body gave
up her blood to me. I kept thrusting into her deeper and deeper until she
could physically take no more of me.
She was breathing hard. She took her nails off me and pulled me
down into a tight hug as she let go of another cry more from fear than
from any further pain.
I knew she would not orgasm before my own stimulation at being her
first made me cum. I could only rest long enough to make the pleasure of
my moving in her overcome the discomfort. I wanted her to be curious about
what came later if her body could feel the need after that pain.
I stroked my hips back slowly. She held me tighter in fear of the
unknown, believing pain would come from my motion. I did not pull all the
way out just halfway before I gave her back my length. She moved
underneath me trying to avoid the discomfort.
I was too far-gone in her virgin tightness to permit her any
avoidance. I put my face in her neck and put my hands underneath her until
I had her ass in both of them. My weight and grip on her ass kept her
still and made her take my thrusts like the woman in her would want. I
pulled halfway out and forged back into her. I knew I had to go slow
instead of the hard frantic thrusts the animal part of me wanted as it
smelled her blood; her sacrifice to my pleasure. I kept to slow strokes as
her body adjusted to me. My movement in and out of her became smoother and
smoother as my fucking transformed her from virgin to woman.
I was stroking smoothly when I felt the beginning of my orgasm.
She was moving with me as the struggle between pleasure and discomfort
became more and more even. I could not wait for her though and I moved my
face to kiss her asking her to forgive me for only being the right man and
not the perfect one.
She was a virgin but her body had the right instincts. I thickened
inside of her and she rotated her hips to accept my body's offering. I
came into her body, just on the edge of discomfort as her pussy tightly
squeezed my dick. She was only a year older than Karen and I was her first
so it felt like her pussy was squeezing my dick trying to prevent my cum
from being transferred into her body.
Her body was more receptive to the second shot of cum as it
reacted to the warm contact of my first one. She kept the motion of her
hips going as I came down from my orgasm having completed the transition
from nervous virgin to sexual woman.
I let the rest of me relax as we continued to kiss.
I moved to her side and lay looking at the ceiling. The feel of
her had been incredible. There had been something special in the sex
knowing that I had been Carolina's first. There was something even beyond
that in knowing Michelle's virgin blood stained my body.
I felt her turn to look at me.
"David.," she said quietly.
I turned to look at her. She seemed nervous as she moved to bring
her body into contact with mine.
"That whole you inside me thing... It gets better, right?" she
asked. I pulled her into a hug as I started to laugh.