Gratuitous Sex Stories (R)

1. Whirlpool

Damon liked the school best when it was empty. Not even the cleaning crew was in the building at nine o'clock on a Sunday morning. Coach had given him a pass key to the boy's locker room so he could use the whirlpool to rehab his knee. He missed most of the football season with the injury but he was hopeful that he could get back on the basketball court soon.

Getting time in the whirlpool was difficult during normal school hours and after school athletic practices so Damon had been using the facilities at odd hours to enjoy uninterrupted whirlpool time. He quietly slipped into the locker room and stripped out of his clothes in front of his locker. Armed with his IPod with the earphones stuck into his lobes, Damon walked naked into the whirlpool room with his towel slung over his shoulder, not noticing that the lights to the room were already on.

He was almost to the tub before he realized that somebody was sitting in the running whirlpool gawking at him with her mouth hanging open. With the earphones blaring, he hadn't heard the noise and now he was standing in front of the whirlpool in the raw staring down at the red-faced Annika Gogan who appeared to be equally naked under the soapy suds swirling around in the tub.

"What are you doing in here?" Damon asked, so shocked by her unexpected presence that he didn't even move even though he was totally naked.

"H….H….Having a whirlpool," she replied meekly. "C….C…..Coach said it would be okay. S…..S…She gave me her key."

Annika Gogan was one of the better performers on the school swim team but the only whirlpool in the athletic department was here in the boy's locker room so the female athletes didn't get to use it all that much for obvious reasons.

Damon saw that Annika's gaze was frozen on his genitals with her eyes popped wide open and her breathing hitched. She was a pretty girl with long blond hair and a round face but she was a serious athlete and she didn't get caught up in the school social scene all that much. Finally, Annika's eyes drifted up to Damon's face with embarrassment and even though he felt slightly vulnerable in his awkward position, Damon was also greatly amused by her reaction.

"I didn't know anybody was in here," he explained, rationalizing his nudity.

Annika gave him a blank look before finally looking away but it was too late because Damon knew she had been ogling his dick.

"Oh…ah, that's ooooookay," she said. "It's not your fffffff…..ault."

"How long have you been in here?" Damon wondered.

"Aaaaaaa…..a h…..hour," she managed to say, still not looking at him.

She had crossed her arms over her chest just in case he might get a peek of her breasts through the sudsy water.

"How long were you planning on staying in there?" He asked.

"I…..I'll get out if you'd just leave for a moment," she answered. "M… towel is over there."

She gestured with her chin to the hook on the wall and Damon burst out with a laugh.

"There's no way I'm leaving!"

She turned her head and looked at him with surprise. "What do you m…..mean?"

"You're naked in there, right?" He grinned.

"O…..bbbbbbbbbviously," she mumbled. "I thought I was a…alone."

"Me too," Damon deadpanned. "Look how wrong I was."

"You c…can cover yourself up now," she said, trying not to look at him.

"Ah, what fun would that be?" he teased. "I like seeing how humiliated you are."

"W….W…..W….Whhy aren't you?" She asked.

"Haven't you seen a guy naked before?"

"S….S…Suuuure," she insisted although he had a feeling she might be lying. "Not just y….y….you."

Damon nodded his head in understanding. "So, this is kind of embarrassing, huh?"

"Uh, yeah…" she mumbled, still trying to avert her gaze but no matter where she looked, her line of sight always seemed to return to his groin.

Damon gave an easy laugh and crossed his arms across his chest like he was Superman. "Don't worry about it, Annika. I won't tell anybody."

"Ummmmmm….," she began, rising her eyes to meet his. "Damon, s…..s…s…..sorry, I-I mean.. well," she stopped trying to speak.

"Come on, don't you think this is kind of funny?" He asked with a smirk.

"Just kill me now," she replied, clearly flustered.

"I'm the one caught with his dick hanging out," Damon reminded her.

"Why aren't you the one dying then?"

"Once you saw me there wasn't much point in hiding," he reasoned.

"You're just trying to make me squirm," she complained.

"Annika, how many times do I get to walk in on a naked girl?"

"About the same number of times I see a naked guy?" She guessed.

"Well, I'm planning on enjoying it," he smirked. "What about you?"

"What are you doing here?" She asked, still embarrassed although Damon noticed that she was looking at him more consistently now. "Coach said nobody comes in on Sunday mornings."

"Same reason as you," he answered. "Uninterrupted whirlpool time."

"Oh yeah, you're knee, right?"

"What's your injury?" He asked, as he stepped across the room and began dragging a table toward the whirlpool tub. He was pretty sure she was checking out his bare ass in the process.

"Pulled a calf," Annika replied. "What are you doing?"

"This," he said when the table was close enough to the tub.

He took a seat on top of the table and stuck his knee into the whirlpool, pretty much right between Annika's legs. He put the towel across his lap.

"I….I….I can still see your…..thing under there," she said, tightening her arms around her chest.

"Who cares?" Damon shrugged.

She couldn't stop stealing glances under the towel as Damon was pretty much sitting a few inches above her eye level.

"How long are you staying in here?" Annika asked.

"As long as you," he grinned.

"Somebody could come," she warned.

"Who?" He challenged. "It's Sunday morning!"

Damon leaned over trying to get a closer look at Annika under the swirling water

"No peeking!" She warned but her voice finally held a hint of amusement too.

"Why not?" Damon teased.

"Because it's not nice," she answered.

He nodded in understanding. "Are you still dating Wilson?"

"No, we broke up," she replied. "He didn't like it that I'm a better swimmer than him!"

"You're a better swimmer than everybody!" Damon commented.

Annika seemed surprised by his compliment. "How would you know?"

"I've seen you swim," he replied.

"You have?"

"I was sort of kind of going out with your teammate Hannah for a while," Damon explained.

"She's good," Annika replied.

"She dumped me when I got hurt," Damon told her. "There was nothing in it for her with me out of the jock ranks for a while."

"That's pretty shallow of her," Annika remarked.

Damon shrugged. "At least you got to see her naked."

Annika smiled. "Lucky me," she teased.

Damon gave her a small grin. "I should have invited her for a whirlpool."

"Too late now," Annika replied.

"I'd rather be with you anyway," he said.

Annika began chewing on her bottom lip, unsure what she should say or do next. She was starting to turn into a prune, she had to tinkle, and she couldn't stop looking under his towel. She also noticed that her heart had started beating at a faster rate.

"I have to go to the bathroom," She said, hoping that would get him out of the room.

"Number one or number two?" He asked.

"Don't be gross," She replied.

"If you have to pee, just go in the whirlpool."

"That's disgusting."

"You've never done it before?" Damon challenged. "In a pool or in the lake or the ocean or something?"

"I'm not going to pee with your leg in the water," she said.

"I never would have known if you hadn't said anything," he laughed.

Damon saw the look on her face and he realized that she was peeing into the whirlpool after all.

"I can't believe you just did that," he said.

"You're the one who violated my boundaries and privacy," she complained.

"I didn't even know you were in here until it was too late," he protested.

"You could have left right away."

"Why?" He smirked. "You're going to have to get out of there sooner or later and I'll be here watching."

"You're a pervert," she said unhappily.

Damon laughed with approval.

Annika looked at him with a teasing glance. "Are you ready?" She asked with a toying smile.

"Ready for what?" He asked.

"I'm not going to sit in this thing forever, especially in my own pee," she said.

"Sure, I'm ready," he replied, accepting her apparent dare.

"You sure?" She challenged.

"Annika, I'm the one who should be asking you the question!" He laughed.

"One," she warned as she uncrossed her arms and put her hands on both sides of the whirlpool tub.

Damon could see just the hints of her breasts under the water line.

"Two," she said, getting ready to lift herself up.

Annika's breathing increased as she waited in anticipation, unsure of she would really stand up in front of him. A part of her wanted to see what would happen if she did, wondering if she'd feel a rush or if she would die of embarrassment.

"Three," she said breathlessly as she quickly stood, allowing the water to drip off her body.

She saw Damon's eyes go wide as he took in her natural beauty, watching as the water rolled down her breasts, off her alert nipples, down her stomach, through her light colored pubic hair and into the whirlpool between her legs as if she was still peeing.

She saw that his semi-hard member quickly got hard underneath the towel and neither of them said anything as they both looked at each other. Damon's eyes dropped to the area of her vagina for a moment and he smiled as he tossed his towel aside and stood, now with both feet in the whirlpool. He placed his hands on her shoulders and they both stared into each other's eyes. Damon slowly turned her until she was the one sitting on the table and she spread her legs enough for him to look at her opening.

Damon gently placed his hand on her thigh, slowly moving it to the inside of her leg and up closer to her opening. Softly, Damon slid his fingers up to her opening and he gently stroked her entrance with curiosity. She was still damp from the whirlpool and Damon wasn't sure if he was feeling that or her love juices coming down the track.

Annika watched as Damon's dick twitched before her and she reached her hand out to feel it.

"I-It's… oh….. gosh," she said with amazement as she took him in her grasp.

"Its okay," Damon assured her.

She gripped his member while he continued to rub her slit and she aimed his dick towards her hole.

"Go ahead," she urged.

Damon gladly obeyed, entering inside her and she cried out with pleasure as he rammed her. He fucked her until she yelled out with delight when her pleasure was released. She fell back on the table as her orgasm electrified her body and Damon felt the pleasurable rush capture his body. His cock pulsed inside of her and he let out a scream of satisfaction as he ground himself against her, bucking desperately as they humped until his release was done.

"Oh wow," was all Annika could manage to say when it was over. "That was the best whirlpool of my life!"

Damon laughed in agreement. "Let's go take a shower," he said, helping her off the table and cupping one of her buns as he led her toward the open stalls of the shower.

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2. Adventures In Babysitting

Amy heard the light knocking on the window and she sprang from the couch, hurrying to the side door to let Wes inside the house.

"Hey," Wes said gladly as he slipped into the side hallway. "The kids are asleep, right?"

"Of course," Amy giggled. "It's after ten."

"Sorry I'm late," he said. "Took longer to clean up tonight."

"No prob," Amy replied. "I wasn't going anywhere anyway!"

"God, between school, basketball and work we never see each other anymore," Wes complained.

"Sorry, but I really could use the money with this babysitting gig," Amy said as she led him into the living room. "The Andersons pay really well."

"That's okay," Wes said. "We're together now!"

"Where'd you park?" She asked as she twirled the ends of her short black hair. "Just in case."

"Down the street and around the corner," he said before he literally tackled her onto the couch, falling on top of her and giving her a wet kiss.

"Geez, Wes, that's it for conversation?" She asked.

"We don't have much time, do we?"

"Probably not," she agreed, letting him open up her blouse.

Amy arched her back as Wes kissed down to her breasts, removing her bra with his mouth as she laughed with acceptance. He wasted little time in pulling down her pants and underwear and she moaned with anticipation. She was surprised at how quickly he had gotten them both naked. Wes continued kissing her as his hands explored her familiar body before coming to a rest near her pubic mound.

"Oh God, how I've waited for this moment," he groaned. "How long as it been?"

"A week," she informed him.

"Feels like a year," he moaned.

Amy nodded, closing her eyes and smiling. "What are you waiting for?" She purred.

Wes thrust himself into her still gripping her hips and feeling around to her ass.

"Oh, that feels so good!" She cried out, but not to loudly knowing the Anderson kids were sleeping upstairs.

She ran her hands over her breasts as Wes continued to pound her.

"I love my babysitter!" Wes exclaimed, kissing her neck.

"Fuck your babysitter," she moaned. "God, that feels so great!"

He moaned when he sensed that she was ready already. "Damn, Amy, so soon?"

"Sorry, I was playing with myself before," she admitted. "I was ready to go before you even got here!"

He growled and closed his eyes, pumping into her faster in hopes of catching up to her in time.

"I'm almost there!" She screamed into his shoulder.

The phone rang and Amy turned her head toward the table behind the couch. "I should answer that," she said. "It's probably Mrs. Anderson checking in."

"Oh Christ," Wes grumbled as she pushed him off of her.

He felt his dick pop out of her as she turned her back to him and moved up the couch to reach the phone. He patted her bare ass with his hand and bit her neck from behind.

"Wes!" She warned, trying to push him away. "I need to answer this!"

He groaned, dropping his head on her shoulder as she answered the phone.

"Hello?" Amy answered, sounding pleasant, polite, and official. "Oh, hello Mrs. Anderson!"

She elbowed Wes off of her and he fell back on the couch, staring at the crack of her ass that was partly opened by the way she was squatting to reach the phone.

"Yes, everything's fine here," Amy was saying into the phone. "The girls were asleep before nine."

Wes took his finger and stuck it between Amy's ass crack, causing her to jump and almost yelp out. She tried to slap his finger out of her butt hole, wiggling her hips in an effort to break free.

"Yes, I had a piece of the cake already, thanks," Amy said into the phone. "It was delicious."

She tried to climb off the couch but Wes wrapped his other arm around her waist and kept his finger rubbing against her anus. Amy finally turned and sat down so he couldn't further violate her.

Wes smirked and slipped off the couch and onto his knees on the carpet. Amy tried to close her legs at the knees but Wes got his head between them first and then quickly moved up to her pussy which was soaked from their foreplay and her earlier masturbation.

"No, no calls," Amy said into the phone as she dropped one of her hands onto Wes's head and tried not to squirm when she felt his tongue trail along her slit.

"The cat's fine," Amy told Mrs. Anderson. "Everything's fine."

Wes began to suck on her pussy lips and Amy literally lifted herself off the couch and she covered her mouth so she wouldn't cry out. She punched Wes on top of his head and pushed him away.

"Okay, Mrs. Anderson, Good night," she said. "I'll see you at midnight."

Amy hung up the phone and looked at Wes who was sprawled spread eagled on the floor with his dick hanging still a boner between his legs. She spread her legs for him.

"Come back," she pleaded. "I'm ready for you now, Baby."

Wes moved so he was right between her legs again and he ran his hands down her thighs. "You're such a tease," he complained.

"It's not my fault the phone rang," she smiled as he gave her pussy a nice long lick.

Amy moaned, dropping her head back on the back of the couch as Wes sucked her clit into his mouth. Her hips shook when he slipped two fingers into her and he quickly found her magic spot. He then abandoned that and, semi-standing, he grabbed her by the ankles, pulling her down onto the couch so she was lying on her back. Amy opened her legs and he went back to lapping her with his tongue.

"You taste so good," Wes sang as he kissed her clit before shoving his two fingers back into her.

"God," was all she could say in reply.

After a few minutes of twiddling, Wes pulled his finger out and crawled on top of her, hovering over her so his dick was practically lying on her stomach. He held her by the hips and maneuvered himself so he was lined up with her port as he slid himself into her again. They both moaned and soon they were right back where they had been before the phone rang.

"Wes! Yes, yes, yes!" Amy moaned.

He thrust into her while staring down at their junction and then his hands found her breasts, playing with her nipples between his fingers.

"I-I'm going to cum," Wes announced after a few more thrusts.

"Please do," she giggled, watching his face as he came inside of her.

Amy groaned out with pleasure as she felt herself climax too and they both thrashed together on the couch until they were spent and then Wes was lying on top of Amy trying to catch his breath.

"You naughty babysitter!" He grinned after a few moments, leaning in and kissing her cheek.

She smiled and licked her lips. "Best in the business!"

"Definitely," he whispered.

"I even have a certificate!" She bragged.

They heard a soft voice at the top of the stairs. "Amy?" It called. "I want some water."

Amy put her finger to Wes's lips to make the SHHHH sound.
"Stay right there, Sweetie, I'll bring it to you!" Amy called out.
"Hurry," the little girl's voice pleaded.
Amy pushed Wes off her once again. "You'd better go," she whispered.
"I thought we had to midnight," Wes pouted.
"Not any more," Amy replied, as she quickly threw her clothes on. "I'm babysitting don't forget."
"Will I see you tomorrow?"
"Just get dressed and get out of here before she comes down," Amy ordered.
Wes did as she said as she headed for the stairs.
"You really are a great babysitter, Amy!" Wes called after her with a smirk.
"I know," she smiled before disappearing up the stairs.
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3. Car Trouble

Henderson's party was a great one as usual and Dave had a good time hanging out with the guys, flirting with the gals, and goofing off with the gang.

He noticed that Tammy Garrett attended the party with her boyfriend Bruce Bouchane and Dave made it a point to chat with her whenever Bouche was off doing his own thing. Tammy was a fun person and she and Dave were friendly around school, even if she was dating "Bouche the Douche" as some of the guys called Bouchane. Tammy was tall and thin, tonight looking quite attractive in her designer jeans and colored tee shirt. Her brown hair bounced on her shoulders whenever she walked.

Dave lost track of Tammy as the party went on and he didn't see her around when he finally left the gala at around midnight. He had church in the morning and he didn't want to be up all night. He said so long to the guys and headed for his car. He had a few beers and he was feeling a buzz but he wasn't impaired enough not to drive.

Dave had only gotten a few blocks down the road when he saw a car pulled over to the side of the street with its flashers blinking. Dave slowed because he thought he recognized the car and sure enough it was Tammy's red Honda so he pulled to a stop behind it and spring out of his car. There was a street light near by and he could see Tammy sitting in the driver's seat with her head resting on the steering wheel. He tabbed on the window and she was startled, staring up at him with surprise.

"Oh Dave!" She said, rolling down the window. "I didn't realize it was you."

"Car trouble?" he asked.

"It made some sort of grinding noise and died," she confirmed. "I didn't know what to do."

"Where's Bruce?"

"We had a fight," she pouted. "I wasn't about to call that asshole."

"How 'bout your Dad or something?"

"I've been drinking, Dave," she said. "I couldn't."

"I can give you a lift," Dave offered. "Turn off the flashers and come on."

"Could you?" She asked hopefully. "I was freaked being out alone so late."

"Sure, no problem," Dave replied.

Tammy unbuckled her seatbelt, killed the flashers, gathered her stuff and got out of the car. Feeling a little tipsy, she leaned against the car door to collect herself.

"You okay?" Dave asked.

"I'm a little drunk," she confessed.

"Man, you really could have gotten in trouble if I hadn't come along!" Dave laughed.

"I know," Tammy said with relief. "I'm glad it's you."

"I guess it's your lucky night," Dave teased, taking her by her arm and leading her to his car.

"Maybe I should try to sober up a little bit more before you take me home," Tammy said as they got into his car. "I didn't realize how tipsy I am."

"We can ride around a little," Dave agreed as he pulled his car onto the street.

"No, a cop might pull us over or something," Tammy worried. "Why don't we go park behind the old shoe factory and talk or something?"

"Talk about what?" Dave asked.

"I don't know," she said. "Just do it though."

Dave followed her orders and headed for the old factory building, abandoned for decades now, built on a small patch of land between the power lines and the Blue River. The building looked menacing in the dark with spooky shadows in the moonlight and missing windows but it was a great place to hide and be alone and it was one of the places kids went to drink or make out.

Dave parked the car in the old loading dock area which put the car on an angle because of the sloped ramp.

"How come you never asked me out?" Tammy challenged.

"You've been dating Brucie since Freshman year," Dave complained. "How could I?"

"Did you want to ask me out?" Tammy asked hopefully.

"Many times," he admitted.

She smiled and leaned across the seat, allowing her hands to trace his sides. "You're so much more muscular than he is," she said quietly. Her hand found its way underneath his shirt. "Your skin is so warm."

Dave wrapped his arms around her. "Let's get in the back," he whispered.

"That's exactly what I was thinking," she giggled.

They both escaped the front for the back, sitting in the seat that leaned back because of the angle of the car. They wasted little time making out and before long Dave had worked his hand under her shirt and he managed to unhook her bra. She helped him along by pulling her tee shirt off over her head and then she watched as Dave slowly pulled down one bra strap and then the other before modestly pulling the garment away from her breasts that were small but perky and perfect.

"As lovely as I imagined," he smiled, before leaning over kissing her on the mouth, and then her neck, and her shoulders.

Tammy felt Dave's hair brush against her neck.

"That tickles," she giggled.

His hands were on her stomach now as he moved his head down and began to suck her nipples that instantly became hard and protruded out for his lips. Dave's hands worked to unsnap her jeans which she helped pull down and off, along with her panties. He slid his hands under her ass and clutched her cheeks in his hands, lifting her up to him and his mouth.

Tammy wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist, kissing him with vigor, energy and want. Their tongues were hot and hungry and after a while of making out, Dave slid down so his knees were on the floorboards of the car and he lifted her legs up, kissing her calves as he moved upward slowly move to her thighs, making her tremble in anticipation as she unbuckled his belt, pulled it off, and then unbutton and unzipped his pants. Dave discarded his underwear and Tammy clutched his throbbing cock before sliding down on the seat to suck its tip.

Dave leaned back against the back of the front seat, enjoying himself for a few minutes until he lifted her by the shoulders back onto the seat of the car, kissing her passionately. Their bodies were so close that Tammy could feel Dave's body heat as he continued to kiss her, tracing his lips lower until he reached between her thighs. He kissed the sides of her wet spot and she moved her hips upward and he licked her pussy, making her cry out in surprise and pleasure. He stuck one finger inside and then two.

"Please," Tammy cried. "Keep going."

She wrapped her legs around his head and he sucked the small pink flesh while simultaneously pushing his fingers in and out of her clutching slit. Tammy soon came with an earth-shattering orgasm as she screamed out and threw her hips against his face. When she recovered from her ecstasy, Tammy grabbed Dave by the shoulders and roughly pushed him onto the car seat and she rubbed her body against him while kissing him, able to taste herself on his lips. She bit his earlobes and then kissed his nipples and then his lower stomach and then she grabbed his balls.

Dave's cock stood straight up and Tammy rubbed her tongue across the tip before wrapping her mouth around his throbbing dick and sucking, softly at first and then harder. She squeezed his balls, milking his cock as she flicked her tongue at the sensitive spot under the head of his penis. The drops of his pre-cum were sweet and Tammy sucked up all of it, moving her head back and forth as her mouth continued sucking him off.
Dave's balls began to swell and Tammy squeezed them harder. He moaned while his hand found her pussy again. Suddenly, he pushed her back on the car seat and moved on top of her, maneuvering himself between her thighs. He looked into her eyes with a deep and fiery stare.

"Fuck me," she said.

He wasted little time in penetrating her with intensity, surprised by how wet she was. He slowly moved in and then pulled back a little. She nodded and he moved in again and then he was buried inside her, her walls fitting him perfectly. Holding onto her hips, Dave pushed in and out, slowly at first and then faster. Tammy moaned, holding his hands to her sides, her body forced up the car seat by the strength of his thrusts.

"Oh god," she cried. "This is divine!"
She pushed him back and then rolled him onto the seat before crouching on top of him. He grabbed her breasts, squeezing her soft flesh while she positioned herself over his waiting cock. It went inside with a wet pop and a wonderful sensation as she moved backwards and forwards and up and down while he squeezed her breasts and pinched her nipples. Tammy moaned and moved faster, her heart racing while her breaths came in short gasps.

Soon, they were both about to cum as the passion consumed them. Dave held Tammy close to him and she kept shifting up and down, grinding into him until they both came hard and he released several spurts of hot semen inside of her. He held onto her, burying his face in her breasts and crying out, surprised at the depth of his orgasm. Tammy gave a final scream before collapsing against him, her muscles tense before relaxing.

She kissed him once more and then rested on top of him, his now soft dick still inside her.

"Do you know how beautiful you are?" He asked.

She kissed him softly while he stroked her hair. "Does this mean we're going out now?"

"Your car trouble is the best thing that ever happened to me," he confirmed.

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4. Punish Me

It was a Saturday night and Dale found himself hanging out with Marybeth once again. They weren't exactly dating but they had become friendly and they enjoyed each other's company.

Their friendship had developed and strengthened after spending several weeks together on a school project and now that the assignment was completed (with rave reviews and a great grade), they continued seeing each other in social settings although their relationship had yet to be clearly defined.

On this night, they were hanging out in Marybeth's remodeled cellar that served as a family room/teen hangout. Nobody bothered them down there and they were basically on their own, especially on this night as Marybeth's parents had gone out to dinner.

The two teens were watching a movie while sharing a bowl of popcorn and some soda until Marybeth accidentally spilled some of her Sprite into Dale's lap, making it look like he had peed in his pants.

"Oops, sorry," she giggled.

"Geez, Marybeth," Dale complained as he hopped off the couch. "Now I'm all wet."

"So, take off your pants and throw them in the dryer over there," she said with a shrug. "It's no big deal."

"What, you want me to take my pants off in front of you?"

She looked at him and grinned. "I dare you."

"Fine," he said, unsnapping his button and letting his pants fall to the floor, kicking his shoes off in the process.

"Gee, your underwear looks wet too," Marybeth teased.

"I'm not taking those off," he said.

"Chicken," she laughed.

"Oh yeah?" He squinted, not one to be challenged (he was competitive in nature).

With one quick motion his underwear was on the floor too and he saw Marybeth's eyes go wide when she saw his penis hanging out in front of her face.

"Oh my God, Dale!" she said with surprise. "I never thought you'd do that!"

He gathered the wet clothes and walked bare-assed to the dryer on the other side of the room, wearing nothing but his red tee-shirt and black socks. He heard Marybeth giggling behind him and he turned to see her watching him over the back of the couch.

With the dryer running, Dale returned to the couch and stood in front of Marybeth. She was wearing sweat pants and a sports tank top and she eyed him with interest.

"I should discipline you for your clumsiness," he said.

"Oh yeah?" She asked, continuing to eye his dick. "How?"

He took a seat on the couch next to her, grabbed her and swung her across his lap as she lay on her stomach.

"Dale! What are you doing!?"

He yanked down her sweat pants to reveal her bare tush.


He slapped her ass with the palm of his hand.

"Ouch!" She yelped but he slapped her buns again.

"You're the one who made the mess," he said. "That requires punishment!"

"You're giving me a spanking!?"

"You deserve it!" He replied.

He swatted her a few more times but then he softly patted her buns with his hand and then he leaned over and kissed her ass cheeks.

"Dale," she murmured. "I can't believe any of this."

He adjusted her on his thighs and rubbed his penis between her legs, maneuvering it with his hand so it was rubbing against her clit which brought a loud and surprised moan from her.

"Oh, Dale," She said, getting wet.

He smacked her ass again. "Those were my favorite pants," he said, not sounding serious at all.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"You should be!" He gently slapped her ass one more time.

"Is it getting red?" She asked with interest, glancing over her shoulder at him.

He leaned down and administered soft kisses along her neck as his dick rubbed against her ass which she willingly wiggled to spur him on. She opened her legs enough for him to move his dick between her thighs and along her slit.

"Dale," she breathed.

He rubbed Marybeth's ass cheeks with affection making her even wetter. He took his hands and spread her ass crack while rubbing her thighs. She rolled over and sat up, spreading her legs wider and Dale began to massage her wet pussy, using his thumb to find her clit and then moving it around in circles.

"Ahhhh!" Marybeth shrieked out. "Keep punishing me!"

Dale leaned forward and sucked a nipple into his mouth and she groaned out a moan as he licked his tongue against it.


He continued massaging her clit while licking both tits with his tongue. She practically fell off of him and then she knelt on her knees and stuck her face between his legs, taking the head of his penis between her lips and licking it with her tongue while he ran his hands through her hair and pressed her head against his groin.

Dale was moaning and moving back and forth on the couch cushion.

"Oh wow, Marybeth!" He groaned as she sucked and licked his dick. "That's so unbelievable!"

He was ramming his cock back and forth in her mouth hitting the back of her throat and causing her to gag until he pulled it out and ejaculated on her tits while she watched in amazement as the white stuff kept pulsating from his penis.

"I've never seen that before," she marveled as she put her hands to her breasts and rubbed his cum all over herself.

Dale reached down and put his hands underneath her arm pits, lifting her off the floor and depositing her onto the couch. She fell back onto her back and she opened her legs as Dale moved in between them, kissing along her legs and thighs until his tongue found her hairy mound.

Marybeth felt his tongue circling her clit causing her to shimmy on the couch. Dale put one hand under her ass and lifted her up before inserting his finger inside her, causing her to scream out again before he brought his mouth back to her wanting clit.

"Dale," she sobbed. "I'm close."

She felt his hand on her ass again and she momentarily fought against it when he poked a finger into her anus.

"Not there," she screamed but after a moment she realized that the sensation was a double whammy as he worked both sides.

"Oh My God!" She yelled out, rocking against him and then she exploded into an orgasm as she thrashed all over the couch.

When she was done, she lay prone flat on her back trying to catch her breath as she stared up at him.

"That's the best punishment I've ever had," she told him.

"Good," he replied with a grin as the dryer dinged off.

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5. Running Naked In The Snow

Shawna stared out the window watching the snow fall. The cancellations were scrolling along the bottom of the television screen and she sighed with disappointment as she pulled her cell out and punched in a number.


"Hey Dustin, it's me," she said. "I guess we should probably cancel our date tonight."

"What? Why?" He groaned.

"Duh! Hello? It's snowing."

"Ah, it's only about eight inches!"

"We shouldn't go out in this," she said. "I'm sure the roads are a mess and half the town is probably closed."

"Rats," He grumbled. "It was our supposed to be our three month anniversary."

"I know."

There was a pause for a moment. "Say, why don't I come over anyway?" He said. "We can hang out. Your parents are still gone, right?"

"They definitely won't be coming home in this!" She said. "But I don't want you driving in the snow."

"I'll walk over," he said. "It's not that far."

"Be careful," she said.

"I will," he promised.

The house was drafty because of the storm so she cranked the heat up, put on her favorite pair of heavy sweat pants and a warm sweater while waiting for Dustin to arrive. She brushed out her long curly black hair and put on some make up to make herself pretty for Dustin. They were just getting to the comfortable and familiar stage of their young relationship, with pecks on the cheeks, hand holding in school, and friendly kisses goodnight. But now with the romantic snow falling outside, her parents out of town, and the occasion of their three month relationship anniversary, Shawna wondered if tonight might turned out to be even more eventual than their planned dinner at Serguci's Family Italian Restaurant was going to be.

The doorbell rang.

"Dustin!" Shawna said with excitement as she opened the door, immediately bursting out in laughter when she saw what looked to be a human snowman standing on the porch. "Oh, look at you!" She giggled.

"I'm glad you think it's so funny," Dustin grumbled as he tried to shake the snow off of him. "It's freezing out here!"

"Come in, come in," she exclaimed. "Get that wet stuff off of you!"

Dustin did what he was told, kicking off his boots and the winter coat in the entryway.

"Maybe you should have stayed home after all," Shawna remarked as she wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him. "But I'm glad you didn't!"

He kissed her back with a happy smile. "Me too!"

"I know you were planning on a special dinner at Serguci's," Shawna said as she led him toward the kitchen. "But I made us a casserole instead since we're stuck here."

"Oh yeah!?" An impressed Dustin replied. "Great!"

"It's Macaroni and cheese with cut up hot dogs in it," she said.

"Terrific!" He replied.

They ate the dinner in the formal dining room, using the expensive china and having a nice time. When they were done with the little romantic meal, they cleaned up the mess, and washed the dishes in the kitchen, watching as the snow fell outside the window.

"Wow, it's really coming down out there," Shawna said. "Almost a blizzard."

"Yeah," Dustin agreed, watching the snow fall from the window.

"I love the snow," Shawna said happily. "It's so romantic."

"Reminds me of Christmas," Dustin agreed.

"I've always wanted to run naked in it," Shawna admitted with a grin as they finished putting away the last of the dishes.

"You'd freeze your ass off," Dustin laughed.

"So what?" She giggled. She looked at Dustin and smirked. "You want to?"

"Run naked in the snow?" He asked with surprise.

She nodded her head yes. "The back yard is all fenced in," she said. "Nobody will see us."

"You're okay with me seeing you naked?" He asked.

"Well, it is our three month anniversary," she reasoned, lifting her eyebrows.

"This is true," he agreed.

"Okay then!" She said, starting to pull her sweater off over hear head. "Come on," she said when she saw Dustin standing there gawking at her bra-covered breasts. "You have to do it too."

Dustin's heart-rate and breathing went all spastic as he stared at her, watching wordlessly as she reached behind her back and unfastened the bra, letting it fall from her breasts which were now exposed for him to see.

"They're beautiful," he whispered.

"Thanks," Shawna smiled as she shimmied out of her sweat pants and stood in her panties glaring at him. "Come on, get naked," she ordered.

Dustin methodically began stripping out of his clothes until he got down to his underwear and then they both stood staring at each other, waiting for the other to go first.

"Okay, on the count of three," Shawna said, putting her hands on her panties band.

"Right," Dustin agreed, swallowing hard as he put his hands on his briefs.

"One," she sang. "Two…three!"

They both pulled down their underwear and stood before the other stark naked.

"That was pretty easy," Shawna decided, stealing a look at his groin and smiling as he gawked at her pubic hair.

Shawna turned and headed for the back door. Dustin glanced at her lovely backside and he felt himself getting hard as he followed her to the door.

"Okay," she said with excitement. "Here we go!"

She opened the back door and ran outside, nearly jumping off the back porch steps into the snow that went up to her thighs. She struggled to run in the deep snow and Dustin was right behind her, laughing as he made a quick snowball and tossed it at her ass, hitting her squarely in the buns.

"Hey!" She protested with a shriek but they both burst out in laughter.

"I've never made a naked snow angel before!" Shawna marveled as she fell on her back and kicked her legs and arms back and forth, giving Dustin a clear view of her pink pussy as her legs opened and closed.

Dustin dropped in the snow beside her and put both of his hands on her breasts, covering them with wet snow. He began caressing them and she moaned as snow chills ran down both their bodies. Despite the elements, Dustin realized that he had remained very hard and he felt himself rubbing against her thigh.
Still caressing her breasts, Dustin leaned into her face. "Have you ever done it in the snow?" He asked.
"No," she purred, reaching out and touching his hard cock before she leaned up and took the head into her mouth, sliding her tongue up and down his cock and stopping to suck his precious sensitive spot.

Dustin groaned with pleasure and then he took her legs and spread them apart, pushing her back so her mouth slipped off his dick and he rolled on top of her, squishing both of them further down into the packed snow. Slowly he entered her and they both moaned.

"Oh my god, you feel so good inside me," she laughed. "I'm hot and cold at the same time!"
With slow and easy strokes, Dustin went deeper and then faster, fucking her hard as the falling snow melted on his back and on her face. It didn't take Shawna long to cum, groaning and moaning while Dustin kept thrusting his cock deep inside her throbbing pussy. His body trembled as he groaned too.

"I'm cumming.. ohhhh yes..."

Dustin shot his hot cum into her and it felt wonderful compared to the cold snow that had worked its way into her ass crack and was all over her back and head. Dustin again grabbed her breasts and massaged them, playing with her hard nipples and squeezing firmly.

Shawna grabbed some snow with her hands and threw it onto his back which made him jump. He slid two fingers into her pussy, rubbing her hard and fast and she reacted by making another snow angel when she moved her legs and arms back and forth, groaning with pleasure.
Dustin kissed her, sliding his tongue around hers, his lips pressed hard against hers. Unbelievably, his cock was hard again and he slid it into her pussy a second time, sliding his hands under her ass and lifting her up and down in the snow several times. Her body reacted as spasms shot through her body sending her into never land and when she felt his body tremble, Shawna knew he was cumming.

Dustin shot his cum into her pussy and she felt both of their love juices dripping out of her into the cold snow. Dustin pulled out of her and he was in a kneeling position now so Shawna reached her hand up and took his cock, sliding her hands up and down it. Despite the two previous erections and the cold snow, she felt it respond to her hand job and she leaned in, sliding her tongue down his shaft several times as he moaned happily.

"I'm freezing my ass off," Shawna told him after a few more sucks on his cock.

"Look at all the snow we melted!" He laughed, looking around at the impacted snow where they had sex.

"Wow!" she said, letting his dick fall out of his mouth. "That's wild!"

He stood and reached his hand out which she took, letting him pull her to her feet.

"We ran in the snow and we had sex in the snow!" Dustin exclaimed happily.

"Let's go take a hot shower!" Shawna said as she started running for the house and Dustin gladly followed, allowing her wonderful red ass to be his beacon through the falling white snow and the land of white around them.

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6. Frankly Speaking.

Jeri was used to being the third wheel since getting dumped by her boyfriend several months earlier. She had been hanging out with her good friend Sharon most of the time to nurse her emotional wounds but Sharon was going out with Frank and that's why Jeri often felt like a third wheel.

Sharon and Frank were understanding and sympathetic to Jeri's situation and they didn't mind her hanging out with them. It was Frank who invited Jeri to his house to hang out one weekend when his parents were out of town. It was a warm summer's night and the trio spent the evening by the pool drinking and swimming. When the booze took enough affect, Frank and Sharon ended up naked skinny dipping and Jeri now definitely felt like a third wheel, but she was to drunk to leave and too depressed to care.

"You can join us if you want," Sharon said with a grin, obviously feeling no pain. The idea of getting naked in front of guy who wasn't her boyfriend felt awkward and strange to Jeri but at this point she was too busy feeling sorry for herself to feel any sense of humility or modesty so she peeled out of her bathing suit and stood at the side of the pool in the buff for Frank and Sharon to see.

"Wow, Jeri, look at you!" Frank exclaimed climbing out of the pool to do a naked cannon ball off the diving board. "And you really are a redhead too!" He grinned, glancing at her pubic hair.

"Well, what the hell?" Jeri replied with a shrug before diving into the pool.

Sharon was giggling, greatly amused by the situation. "I can't believe you let my boyfriend see you naked!" She laughed.

"I can't believe you let your boyfriend see me naked!" Jeri countered.

After a while, Jeri climbed from the pool, wrapped herself in a towel and she promptly fell asleep/passed out in one of the lounge chairs. She didn't stir until Frank woke her.

"How long have I been out?" Jeri asked with a start.

"Long enough," Frank grinned.

"Where's Sharon?" Jeri asked, looking around.

"She left," Frank answered.

"What?!" Jeri asked, suddenly feeling embarrassed and vulnerable knowing she was naked under the towel. "She left me here!?"

"Yeah, she was pretty drunk," Frank laughed.

"What about me?" Jeri asked.

"She wasn't exactly thinking straight," Frank said with a shrug.

"Why didn't you say something?"

"To tell you the truth, I forgot you were still here!" Frank laughed.

"Oh, brother," Jeri moaned. "She was my ride."

"Trust me, you wouldn't want to be riding with her," Frank said. "She was pretty cocked."

"Then why did you let her drive?" Jeri frowned.

"I don't know," Frank confessed, scratching his chin.

"Will you give me a ride home?" Jeri asked.

"Sorry, I'm pretty wasted," Frank replied. "I never drive when I'm drunk."

"So what am I supposed to do?" Jeri protested.

"You can stay here," Frank said. "I don't mind."

"Where's your nearest couch?" Jeri asked.

"Don't be ridiculous," Frank replied. "You can have the guest room."

"Can I take a shower?" Jeri asked. "I'm all chlorine from the pool."

"Sure," Frank agreed. "Come on, let's go."

Jeri grabbed her bathing suit that was lying on the cement deck and she followed Frank into the house, both of them wrapped in towels. Frank led her upstairs and into the bathroom, pulling his towel off and tossing it in the hamper.

"What are you doing?" Jeri asked with surprise.

"I'm all chlorine too," he smiled, leaning over and turning the water on.

"I'm not taking a shower with you!" Jeri exclaimed.

"Why not?" Frank asked. "We already skinny dipped together."

"Yeah, but Sharon was here," Jeri said.

"Come on, don't be a wuss," Frank said, reaching out and tugging the towel off of her.

"Frank!" Jeri said with shock, trying to cover herself with her hands.

"I've already seen everything, Jeri," Frank reminded her. "You got a great body," he said, stepping into the shower and motioning for her to following with a nod of his chin.

Jeri was still drunk enough not to have any common sense so she stepped into the stall after him and they helped each other rinse the pool chlorine off of their bodies. When they were done, Frank stepped out of the shower and gave her a fresh towel, grabbing one for himself and they both dried themselves off.

Jeri re-wrapped herself in the fresh towel and followed the naked Frank down the hall and into the guest bedroom.

"Okay, good night then, thanks for everything," Jeri said, trying not to stare at Frank's penis as he stood before her.

"Are you as horny as I am?" Frank asked.

"Frank!" Jeri said with horror. "I'm not fucking my friend's boyfriend!"

"Ah, come on," he said with a pout. "Haven't you ever done anything on the whim, on the spur, breaking all the rules and just having fun?"

"Not really," she sighed.

"Well, now's your chance," Frank replied, again reaching out and tugging the towel off of her.

At first, Jeri didn't know what to do. She stood there as Frank stepped into her and gave her a kiss. She couldn't believe she was completely naked in front of an equally naked Frank, kissing him. He was Sharon's boyfriend!

"I want you to ride me," Frank said, pulling her toward the bed.

"Frank, what about Sharon?" Jeri worried.

"She won't even remember you were here she was so drunk," Frank assured her. "You think she would have let me see you naked if she wasn't totally snockered?"

"I was kind of surprised," Jeri admitted sheepishly.

"I was pretty surprised too!" Frank smiled.

"Well, I'm pretty drunk too," Jeri said.

Frank lay down on the bed and Jeri mounted him. She was surprised at how easily he slid inside of her and she started bouncing up and down and moaning loudly, playing with her clit and fondling her tits like she was getting the best fuck of her life.

Frank rolled her off of him and got her in the missionary style. She felt his cock tease her pussy and then he slid it in and out and she couldn't believe she was fucking Sharon's boyfriend. She had never done anything this promiscuous, scandalous, or wild before and she felt guilty as hell but Frank didn't seem to mind as he kept pumping away and they both began moaning louder as Jeri got ready to climax.

"You can't cum inside me," she said.

"Why not?" Frank groaned.

"It just wouldn't be right," she said.

"Oh, damn," he moaned, pulling out just in time and ejaculating all over stomach and breasts instead.

"Is that supposed to make me feel better?" He complained when he was done with his business.

"No, it was supposed to make me feel better," Jeri replied.

"Did you get off?" Frank asked with concern. "Do you want me to finger you?"

"I'm done," Jeri assured him.

He fell onto the bed beside her and pulled the sheets over them. "I can't believe I cummed all over Sharon's girlfriend," he said.

"Just shut up and go to sleep," Jeri sighed, trying to find a comfortable position and ending up letting him spoon her as they fell asleep.

Frank was right: Sharon had no memory of the skinny dipping incident or leaving Jeri behind so Frank and Jeri's secret was safe, although Jeri never looked at Frank in quite the same way after that memorable night's experience and she envied Sharon all the more for having such a pleasing boyfriend.

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7. Cottage Nights.

Ronny tried to get out of the family vacation. At seventeen, he felt he was too old for the week long trip to the lake and that he should be allowed to stay home working his summer job but his parents would have none of it.

Because he was pissed off at his parents, he sulked and was miserable the entire trip and he refused to have a good time once the family arrived at the rented lake cottage. His parents let him stew, focusing on the younger twins while ignoring Ronny's mood.

Ronny's older sister Lisa was allowed to bring her friend Kim which Ronny felt was unfair but Lisa tended to get her way about everything whereas Ronny got his way about nothing!

Ronny was friendly with Kim, a bright and attractive girl with long blonde hair and amble hips, but Lisa didn't like 'sharing' her friend with her brother because she didn't want to compete with Ronny for Kim's attention. The two girls spent most of their lake time doing their own thing and Ronny avoided them so he wouldn't have to deal with Lisa's snotty attitude. The girls shared a room as did the twins, leaving Ronny alone in the small bedroom at the end of the hall.

On the second night of the vacation, Ronny was asleep in the small bed in the small room. He wasn't having the greatest vacation, mostly because he was still sulking at his parents for making him come and annoyed at Lisa for keeping a monopoly on Kim. It had been a pretty stoic and lonely vacation. The twins were only eight and their Dad spent most of his time with them and Ronny didn't feel much like tagging along with them.

It was a warm summer night and Ronny was wearing a pair of shorts and nothing else as he slept and he felt himself being pulled from a deep sleep by something touching him between his legs. Ronny opened his eyes and he was surprised to see Kim standing in the shadows of the room with her hand down his shorts teasing his cock to full hardness.

"What are you doing?" He whispered with disbelieving shock.

"I know you're not happy," she replied. "I want to cheer you up," she said softly.

"Lisa will know that you're gone."

"She sleeps like she's unconscious," Kim replied. "Don't worry."

"Geez, Kim," Ronny breathed as she pulled his shorts down and let his dick roll out.

"The nights will be our time," she said as she continued to stroke his shaft up and down with vigor.

Kim sat on the edge of the bed and she watched her hand with fascination as she worked her hand job magic. Ronny stared up at her beautiful round face, masked by her long blonde hair that had fallen as she leaned over watching what she was doing. Neither said anything although Kim kept smiling at him until he exploded into her palm with a silent moan.

"Sleep well, Ronny," Kim said with a smile as she rubbed her cum soaked hand against her mouth. "And cheer up!"

She disappeared from the room as stealthy as she had arrived and Ronny wondered if he had dreamed the whole thing as a wet dream fantasy. Kim didn't act any differently toward Ronny the next day which only confused him all the more but he had to admit that he was in a better mood and even if it had all been a wet dream it sure did feel good (and real)!
That night, Ronny was stirred from his sleep by the presence of Kim in his room again.

"Is this for real?" He asked, squinting in the dark at her shadow.

"Shh," she said, as she shed her summer pjs and stepped naked toward the bed. "Do you like what you see?" She asked hopefully.

"Definitely," he replied, staring at her nude beauty with both appreciation and surprise. "Thank you."

Kim methodically fingered her pussy and tweaked her nipples while leaning her head leaned back. "God, I'm so horny," she admitted.

She kneeled on the bed next to Ronny and began inching his shorts down to his knees, allowing his anticipating cock to spring to muster. Kim lightly touched his dick and watched it twitch in reply as she continued to finger herself. She dipped her fingers in deep and then dripped her juices on Ronny's cock and on his lips. It was a thick and sticky and it tasted kind of salty.

"Do you like that?" She whispered.

"Yes," Ronny said.

Ronny watched as Kim continued to finger herself with one hand while giving him another hand job with her other hand until they both reached orgasm, Kim's so intense that Ronny thought she might hyperventilate or pass out. She actually fell on him and it felt wonderful to feel her naked breasts rubbing against him. He lifted his knee up to feel her wet pussy while rubbing his hands along her naked buns but Kim rolled off of him, gathered her PJs and began putting them on.

"Don't leave," he pleaded.

She smiled. "I'll be back."

Ronny watched as she disappeared from the room and he was now glad that he had come on vacation!

In the morning, Kim once again acted as if nothing unusual had happened the night before but everybody in the cottage noticed Ronny's improved disposition and cheerful attitude and suddenly the vacation had turned into a much more pleasant experience for everyone, except perhaps Lisa who didn't like the way Ronny kept looking at her friend Kim.

That night, Ronny waited in his bed for Kim's late night visit with anticipation. Sure enough, she slipped into the room in the dark and pulled her silky and scant pjs off to expose her beauty. Once again, she pulled his shorts down to let his cock out but this time she crawled onto the bed and took his cock into her mouth. She spread her legs and Ronny was able to move his hand down there and he began fingering her while his penis twitched and throbbed in Kim's mouth.

Ron's fingers got Kim so wet that they could both hear the sloppy noises being made as his hand started getting soaked. Kim was about to lose it so she stopped the blow job and moved so his fingers popped out of her. Kim mounted him and she began bouncing up and down on Ronny's dick.

"Finally," he said happily.

"Yes," she agreed.

Kim reached her orgasm fairly quickly but Ronny kept fucking her until she climaxed a second time and then when he was ready to squirt, he pulled out, quickly rolled her over, and shot his wad all over her ass.

"Oh, Ronny," she said happily. "Rub it all over me."

He did as she asked, massaging her ass cheeks and lubricating her with his cum. Then he lay on top of her, rubbing his now soft dick between her legs.

"Stay," he pleaded, kissing the back of her neck.

"For a little while," she agreed.

"What do you think Lisa would say if she knew what we were doing together at night?"

"I don't think she'd be happy!" Kim laughed. "She's very possessive."

"So I've noticed," Ronny complained.

"This can be our little secret," Kim giggled. "To keep the family peace."

"And make me happy," Ronny smiled.

"Yes, of course," she said, turning and kissing him. "I'll see you tomorrow night," she promised as she pushed him off of her and climbed off the bed.

He lay on the bed and watched her get dressed before she slipped out of the room again.

"The best vacation ever," he said happily.

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8. Family Gathering

With three children under the age of ten, Josh and Lauren's sex life had become inconsistent, hardly spontaneous, and mostly boring. It was The Fourth of July and the couple had invited families and friends over the holiday which meant a busy, active and tiring day of hosting, serving, and entertaining.

Josh had excused himself to use the bathroom and he was surprised when Lauren barged in, closing the door behind her.

"I just need a minute away from all that," she said, going to the second story window and glancing out at the festivities taking place in the backyard below.

"Everybody's having a good time," her husband assured her as he stood behind and her and watching their children play with the nieces and nephews while their siblings and parents chatted and drank beer.

"When's the last time we had a good time?" She sighed.
"I don't know," Josh grinned, putting his hands on the side of her hips and tugging her skirt down her legs.

"What are you doing?" She asked with surprise.

"Taking a minute," he grinned as he slapped her naked ass, having pulled her panties down too.

She turned to face him, giggling at the idea. "Do you think we should?"

"Why not?"
She dropped to her knees and unfastened Josh's shorts to free his hardening cock. She took down his shorts and briefs allowing his stiff cock to spring out and she promptly engulfed her hot mouth around his penis.

"You're going to blow me in the bathroom with our friends and families right outside?" He grinned.

Her mouth felt incredible as it slid up and down his shaft while she pumped the base with one hand and caressed his balls with the other.

"We never do anything like this anymore," She complained as she continued to suck his cock.

"We don't have long," Josh groaned. "One of the kids will want to tinkle. Stand up. I want to fuck you while we can."
Lauren continued to stroke her husband's cock for a few moments before finally standing and looking out the window while she stepped out of her skirt and panties that were around her ankles.
"You'd better hurry," she advised. "Somebody will notice we're missing soon."
Standing behind her as she leaned against the wall looking out the window, Josh eased his cock into his wife's hot wet pussy from behind while grabbing her hips and fucking her, relishing the feel of her pussy wrapped around his cock as he fucked her slowly.

"Faster," she ordered. "No time."

Josh began banging his hips against her ass while Lauren braced herself against the window sill. He slid his hands up and caressed her tits through her bra, feeling her hard nipples pressing outward and so he slipped his hands up under the cups to feel Lauren's bare breasts.

Fondling her tits and caressing her hard nipples was helping to push both of them along but Josh slipped one hand down from her tit through her bush and he started to lightly caress her clit. He heard her gasp and he knew she was very close,so he fucked her as hard as he could while still stroking her clit. She let out another gasp as her body started to tremble as he knocked her against the wall. Josh felt his own orgasm building and as they watched their families and friends frolicking and socializing through the window, he blasted his load into Lauren's pussy and she screamed out with pleasure.

"Shhh!" He warned. "Somebody will hear."

"Who gives a shit?" Lauren decided. "It's our house! We're married. We can fuck whenever we want. Too bad we're always to busy and exhausted to be bothered!"
"That was fun," Josh decided as he felt his cock begin to slip from her pussy. He reluctantly pulled his underwear and shorts back up.

"That was great," Lauren agreed as she readjusted her bra and then sat on the closed toilet seat and slipped her panties and skirt back on over her feet.

Josh got a quick view of her trim brown bush before it was hidden by her clothing and he sighed with regret.

"I wish you'd sleep naked again," he said.

"Not with the kids busting in all hours of the day and night," she replied as she stood. "Come on, before my mother sends out a search party."

They slipped out of the bathroom undetected and went down to the kitchen just as Lauren's brother and Josh's sister entered the room.

"Oh, there you are," Josh's sister said. "We thought maybe you ran away."

"No, we were just having a quickie," Lauren replied and everybody laughed, thinking she was kidding.

Lauren handed Josh a tray of hot dog rolls to carry outside and she gave him a wink.

He smiled in return and he left the kitchen to join the rest of the family just as their daughter Sarah came running into the kitchen.

"Mommy! Mommy! I'm thirsty!" She wailed.

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9. The Pond

They had been dating for a few months. They were both into sports. She played field hockey and softball, he played basketball and ran track. They were at one of those transitional points in their relationship, having spent enough time together to know they liked one another but unsure where to take things from here.

They decided to take a bike hike on a clear and sunny summer afternoon and they pedaled for miles, biking into the woods and mountains of West County, along the back roads Gary knew well.

He told Casey about a pond in the woods that few people knew about and she said she'd like to see it.

"Maybe we can for a swim and cool off before we head back," she suggested.

"Sure," he agreed. "But we didn't bring suits."

"Oh well," she giggled, giving him a look of dare.

He grinned. "I'm game."

So they hid their bikes in some bushes along the side of the road and walked through the woods to the clearing that featured the pond.

"Well?" Casey asked.

"Well?" Gary wondered, not sure if she really was game.

But then she was pulling her shirt off over her head and before he knew it they both had their clothes off and they were looking at each other up and down.

"You are absolutely stunning," Gary told her.

"Thanks," she blushed. "You too," she said, looking down at his cock. "You're big."

Gary looked at her nice medium sized breasts. "And you're lovely."

The sun was hot on their skin.

"Perfect weather for nudity," Casey decided as she breathed in the air.

"You're not shy, are you?" he asked.

"Not with you," she replied with a smile.

"I'm glad," he said happily.

"Let's take that swim now," she said as she started walking buck naked in broad daylight towards the pond and Gary couldn't resist staring at her nice buns as she went.

"Are you staring at my ass?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder.

"Can you blame me?" Gary realized that his cock was sticking straight up in the air.

"You have a boner," Casey observed.

"It's starting to hurt," Gary admitted.

"Ready for that swim?" She asked.

"Yes," Gary said.

They waded into the cool and inviting water and swam towards the middle.

"Skinny dipping feels so liberating," Casey remarked.


The pond wasn't that deep and they could touch bottom even in the middle. Casey put her arms and legs around Gary and they embraced. He realized that his cock and her pussy had made contact. He could feel her trimmed pubic hair tickling his shaft and his cock began to slowly swell again. He slowly rocked his hips from side to side gently grinding his growing cock into her vagina.

"Are you still hard?" She whispered into his ear. "Even in the cold water?"

"You're warm," he whispered back.

They started making out as he held her up by holding her ass cheeks as she wrapped her legs around his waist.

"Put it in me..." she pleaded after a few more minutes of foreplay and kissing.

His penis slid all by itself deep into her pussy.

"Oh my God..." she trembled. "Fuck me."

Her hips began to roll up and down in a circular motion as her tight pussy lips swallowed his cock and let it go repeatedly, in and out, faster and faster. Their faces were stuck together as their tongues swirled around one another. Water splashed between them as Gary began thrusting into her with everything he had.

"Oh!" she moaned.

"You like this?" He moaned back.

"Oh yes," she purred.

Gary felt himself about to come and he tried to hold out a little longer.

"I'm going to cum," he warned.

"Ooooh, me too, OoooOOOHHH!" Casey cried out, her screams echoing across the pond surface.

Suddenly her whole body tensed up and her pussy lips began to squeeze the life out of Gary's cock as they stared into each other's eyes.

"Don't stop," she pleaded as he began jerking inside of her. "You're cumming, aren't you?"

"Yeah..." He managed to say, his body cringing uncontrollably.

"That's okay," she assured him. "I'm glad."

He held her close to him as he expelled the last of himself inside of her, holding onto her ass as if it was some sort of life preserver. They were breathing louder than ever before, not saying anything as they rested their foreheads against the others while looking into each others eyes.

"I like this pond," Casey said.

10. The Seminar.

The training department staff rotated the road trips so Murray was on the road with the Human Resources folks every three or four months to assist in the various training sessions at the numerous company sights.

Melody Sinclair was the Head of the Human Resources Department, a dynamic speaker and excellent presenter who made the seminars interesting, informative and fun. Murray's job was to make sure the AV and computer equipment worked, to assist in logistics, and to occasionally co-facilitate on some of the general training subjects.
Melody was a good fifteen years older than Murray, a professional woman in her early forties and while Murray didn't know her that well, they got along fine on a professional level. She let him do all the driving and she was usually preoccupied by her computer, Ipod, or telephone to engage in too many conversations when they were on the road. He knew she was married with a kid in college but not much else and she certainly wasn't interested in hearing the life story of an entry level training geek who had only been with the company for a few years.
The first day of the seminar at the White River Junction facility went fine and they were scheduled to spend the night at the local Holiday Inn before administering a survey to the senior plant management staff the following morning and then heading back to the home office in New Haven. Unfortunately, somebody screwed up the reservations and only reserved one room at the Holiday Inn which was booked solid for some spring festival taking place in town.
"So what do we do now?" Melody groaned.
"You take the room and I'll sleep on the lobby couch or in the car or something," Murray offered.
"That's most kind and gentlemanly of you but I can't have you doing something like that," Melody replied. "Do you have a roll away bed that maybe we can put in the room?" She asked the clerk.
"Of course," The clerk said as he handed her the room key. "It will be there shortly."

Murray grabbed their luggage and followed Melody to their room which was a typical motel room with one King sized bed, a dresser, and a small round table with a couple of chairs. It was an awkward situation no matter how they looked at it but suddenly Murray noticed just how attractive Melody really was as she pulled the pin out of her hair bun and let her long black hair fall down around her shoulders. He never noticed how shapely her body was before either.
Melody went into the bathroom just as there was a knock on the door. Murray opened it to see that the rollaway was being delivered. It was already made up and came with a pillow and two extra blankets.
When Melody was done using the bathroom, they decided to have dinner at the 99 across from the Holiday Inn. Melody had a couple of drinks but Murray wasn't much of a drinker and stuck with soda.

"Don't worry, I promise I won't get drunk," Melody teased and she laughed when she saw the look on Murray's face.

"I've never seen this side of you before," Murray said, slightly embarrassed.

"Well, I don't show this side of myself very often," she admitted with a shrug. "But, what the hell?"
She told him about her wonderful daughter and her asshole husband who worked eighty hours a week and didn't have a whole lot of time to work on their stale and routine marriage.

"Thank God I have this job or I'd really go nuts," she said, ordering another drink.

Murray let her ramble on about some of the work stuff and how hard it was being a woman member of the senior management team when some of the men still treated her as a second class citizen.

"You're all bastards," she complained.

"I'm not even middle management," Murray reminded her.

"Yeah, well I bet you're still a bastard," she replied.

When she had enough of the 99, Murray walked her back to their motel room. He let her use the bathroom first while he caught a few minutes of the basketball game. When he was done with the bathroom, he stepped into the room and saw that Melody was sitting on the bed texting on her phone.

Murray climbed into the squeaky rollaway bed and he was almost asleep when he heard Melody click off the light. He opened his eyes and saw that she was silhouetted by the light coming from the partly opened bathroom door. Melody slipped the dress she was wearing off over her head and threw it on the nearby chair. Then Murray watched with disbelief through half closed eyes as she removed her bra and panties.

Melody stood naked in the shadows for a long moment and Murray couldn't believe how great her body looked for a woman in her forties. She looked toward him but he pretended he was asleep. Finally, she sighed and climbed into the bed, tossing and turning several times during the next several minutes.

"Murray?" She finally asked. There was a pause. "Murray? Are you awake?"

"Yes," he mumbled. "I am now."

"That thing can't be comfortable," she said. "Why don't you come sleep in the big bed? There's plenty of room."

"You're naked."
"How would you know that?" She giggled. "I thought you were sleeping."
"I lied," he admitted.
"Come over here," she ordered.
Murray nervously rolled off the roll away and quietly stepped toward the bed.

"It's okay," she said. "I trust you. Everybody says you're a nice guy and you politely let me ramble on like the drunken fool I am tonight without saying anything."
Murray slipped under the covers and Melody rolled over so her back was to him.

"You must think I'm pathetic," she sighed.

"I don't," he assured her.

He heard her quietly crying. He reached out and brushed her hair with his hand. Then he leaned in and kissed the back of her neck. When she didn't resist him, he pulled his boxers down his legs and kicked them off his feet. He moved closer and soon his cock was buried in her surprisingly wet pussy.

"I was hoping you would do that," she whispered as she began humping his cock.

Murray grabbed her hips and began ramming himself into her. She moaned and he was surprised at how fast she started to cum. That sound sent him over the edge and he soon filled her with his ejaculation. They both fell asleep and when Murray opened his eyes, Melody was spooning him and his semi hard cock was buried in her pussy. He tried to slip it out of her but she moaned and backed into him, driving him deep into her causing him to go hard and he soon came inside her again.

When he was done, Melody moved away from him and his now soft cock slipped out from her with a tiny pop and they both fell asleep again. The next time Murray opened his eyes, Melody was sitting up in the bed, running her fingers through her messy black hair, her naked breasts hanging over the top of the covers.
He yawned. "What time is it?"
"A little after six," she replied.

"Geez, that's early," he complained.

"I couldn't sleep," she admitted.

"Regrets?" He worried.
"No," she replied, lightly placing her hand on his cheek. "But you're my first cheat."
"Wow," he replied, taken aback. "I'm honored."

She reached down and found his cock under the sheets which she quickly pulled back, leaning over and starting to suck his balls before letting them pop out of her mouth. Then she licked the underside of the shaft, flicking her tongue over it and Murray squirmed feeling her expertise.

"My husband doesn't like this anymore," she sighed.

"He's crazy," Murray told her.
Melody climbed on top of Murray and slid her wet twat over his shaft and he slid it into her, pumping into her as she slammed down on him. He reached up and played with her nipples while she rode him and soon she was cumming over his cock but she kept going until he was totally drained. He was stunned that a woman in her forties could be so sexual and last so long. They had fucked three times now and he was exhausted from all the activity.

Melody rolled off of him and sat on the edge of the bed with her back to him. "I guess we should get ready for the rest of the day," she said, glancing back at him over her shoulder as he lay prone and naked with his dick now only semi-erect.

"This is the best seminar of my life," Murray assured her.

She smiled and left the bed, heading naked for the bathroom to shower.

Murray couldn't move as he lay on the bed with the realization that he had fucked Melody Sinclair, Head of Human Resources.

Three days later, he was given a promotion and transferred to a different location and he never saw Melody again.

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11. Play Ball!

Billy Hager left his expensive baseball glove in the dugout. Coach Reynolds found it under the bench and shook his head. That kid was absent minded.

Coach decided to swing by Billy's house on the way home from the little league baseball field to drop the glove off. Billy's mom answered the door and smiled when she saw the Coach standing on her porch.

Mrs. Hager was one of the nicer mothers with a pleasant demeanor and, Coach had to admit, a great body. He liked how her dirty blond hair always stuck out from underneath the baseball cap she consistently wore. But she was married so he never went beyond pleasant chatter with her although she was certainly the most enthusiastic of the mothers, a great baseball fan that knew the game and was always discussing strategy with the Coach before and after games. Coach enjoyed their lively banter sessions and found Mrs. Hager to be a delightful fan. He noticed that Mr. Hager never attended the games, however.
"Billy forget his glove," Coach let his mom know, handing her the leather.

"Oh, thanks," she said. "This was expensive. He should be more careful."

"Yes, he definitely should take care of that baby," Coach agreed.

"Thanks for bringing it over," Mrs. Hager smiled.

"Not a problem," Coach replied.

"Would you like something to drink?" Mrs. Hager offered.

"Well, it was a long game," Coach replied. "That might go down good."

"Come in," she said, stepping back.

Coach Reynolds stepped into the house and Mrs. Hager closed the door behind him.

"Is Billy here?" Coach asked, glancing around the well kept and attractive home.

"No, he's sleeping over Bruce Dawson's house," Mrs. Hager replied as she led him to the kitchen. "And my husband is on a business trip."

"Oh," Coach replied with surprise as she pulled two beers from the refrigerator, handing him one. "Billy played a good game today."

"He likes being on your team," Mrs. Hager replied. "You're great with the kids."

"Thanks," Coach said as he followed her into the living room.

He sat on the couch and Mrs. Hager sat next to him. Suddenly, she pulled him towards her and she kissed him.

"You have no idea how badly I wanted to do that," she said as she broke the kiss, staring into his eyes. "I hope you don't mind."

"Well, ah…."

"My husband could care less about baseball," she sighed. "But I love it."

Her hand drifted to the Coach's crotch and she started to rub the bulge. "Is that your bat?" she smiled.

"Mrs. Hager….."


"Donna," Coach said, clearing her throat. "You're a married woman."
"He's not here," she replied as she effortlessly undid his pants and fished out his baseball bat.

She leaned over and started to tease it, licking around the head before she devoured it, taking him into the back of her throat.
"Does that feel good?" she asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah," was all he could manage to say.

"I just wanted to thank you for all you do for the kids," she said. "You're a great baseball man."

She used her right hand to stroke the base of his bat as she enthusiastically sucked him off.
"I can't believe you're doing this," he said.

"I know," she admitted, taking a breath for a moment. "But I've been watching you all season and you make me so hot, Coach."
She kept sucking hard and the Coach's orgasm was fast approaching. She heard him moaning and she sucked harder and a moment later the Coach exploded, shooting his cum into the back of her throat. She swallowed it all and then she sat up and looked at him.

"Was that a home run?" She teased.

"For sure," he said.

She undid her halter top and let it fall to the floor, allowing her round baseballs to become free. She stood and shimmied her shorts and panties off, revealing her bush to him. In the mirror on the wall behind her, Coach could see her perfect ass in the reflection and it looked absolutely fantastic.
"Can I taste you?" Coach asked as she stood with her twat practically in his face.

"Please," she said, sitting on the couch and leaning back, spreading her legs.

Coach got between them and started to eat her out as she squirmed.

"I want to fuck you so bad," he said. "I love talking baseball with you. You're the sexist fan I know."

"So what are you waiting for?" She asked.

Coach moved up on the couch, positioning his baseball bat between her bush league and then he started to rub the head of his bat all over her pussy to tease her.

"Will you please put it in?" she begged desperately.

Coach smiled and gently pushed his bat all the way in, making her gasp. He fucked her slowly and she came with surprising ease and quickness, screaming softly. After her orgasm, Coach fucked her harder.

"Oh my god!" she screamed with delight. "I'm cumming again!" She reached down and started rubbing her clit. "I love your baseball bat, Coach! Pound me!"
"I am!"
"Holy shit!" she cried. "I'm cumming again!"

She came hard and then the Coach pulled out, sitting on the couch next to her and staring at her.

"My God, I haven't had sex like that in a long time," she said breathlessly. "You're a great baller!"

"It was definitely a four bagger," he grinned.

She sat up into to a kneeling position on the couch, turning her back to him so that he could fuck her doggy-style. He grabbed her sexy ass which he thought looked a little like home plate and fucked her hard while she reached back and rubbed her clit.
"I want to feel you cum again!" Coach said, spanking her ass cheeks.

It wasn't long before she was gasping for air as she came hard and The Coach's orgasm was quickly approaching too.

"Can I cum inside of you?" He asked.

"Please," she said and he felt himself release into her as he pounded her against the back of the couch and she screamed out with delight.

When it was over, they both collapsed onto the couch with The Coach on top of her, his baseball bat resting against her ass crack home plate.

"My God, Coach, you can take me out to the ball game whenever you want," Mrs. Hager said happily.

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12. Thank you, Hormones!

Paul really did fall in love with Agatha's mind more than her body. They met in college and became two nerds together, studying and achieving and succeeding in academics while slowly falling in love and eventually getting married.

Sex was never a priority in their relationship and Paul learned to accept Agatha's prudish nature and general lack of interest in sex. He was grateful for the times they were intimate and he got used to her shy and insecure ways. Sex was usually in the dark and under the covers, pre-arranged and scheduled just like the rest of the routine of their lives.

When the couple finally achieved academic and career success, complete with the Master's and Doctorate and tenure at the appropriate University, Agatha decided the time was appropriate to become pregnant and she scheduled conception for a Sunday night after a bottle of wine with tame love making under the covers without the lights on.

This was Paul's life and he accepted it. But then a funny thing happened when Agatha became pregnant. Her body changed, her hormones went into overdrive, and she became a different woman. Pregnancy induced a striking new lack of inhibition in the early months of her pregnancy. Paul came home one evening to find her sitting naked on the couch waiting for him to fuck her. Another time she actually greeted him at the door naked which was mind boggling to say the least.

Hormones had somehow done away with Agatha's modesty and shyness. She was a woman in her thirties and suddenly she felt comfortable about her body. Apparently all it took was her getting knocked up to become a horny, frisky exhibitionist! As a result, Paul and Agatha had sex everywhere anytime.

"It's not as if I'm going to get more pregnant, Paul," Agatha pointed out after they fucked four times in three days.

Hormones had flipped her sex switch on, filing Agatha with pure and undeniable desire. There were weird vivid sex dreams about old boyfriends, complete strangers, co-workers, her college professor, and even the trash man. She was captive to arbitrary desire because everything was really hot to her and she wanted to have sex all the time.

Luckily for Paul, he was able to keep up on the multi-daily regiment after years of sporadic, intermittent, and less than exciting sex. He had hit the sex jackpot after years of missing the payout. True, Agatha was quick to overheat in her present condition but she was awarded points for effort and enthusiasm plus her self-esteem for great sex was through the roof.

"This is consciousness-raising sex," Paul happily remarked after fucking her in the laundry room one evening among the clean sheets in the laundry basket.

Agatha was an incredibly turned on vessel of biology and impulse. No alcohol was needed and there was 'no gettin' in the mood' because these days she was always in the mood.

"I don't give a pregnant shit how I look, I just want to get it on," Agatha said when Paul found her straddling the banister rail naked one afternoon rubbing herself between the legs.

Paul knew this visceral spree wouldn't last forever but he was happy that his pregnant wife was presently possessed with such wild sexual cravings, thankful for the hormones and increased sexuality however long it lasted. Maybe it was something in his semen that had a ripening effect on her cervix!

Paul came home one evening to find Agatha in the kitchen preparing dinner, naked from the waist down.

"I like the look," he whispered in Agatha's ear as he stepped up behind her.

She turned and sucked his tongue out of his mouth, pulling his lips towards her waiting mouth.

"Damn, Paul, will you just fuck me?"

"Can't I say hello first?" He asked.

She smiled as her tongue filled his entire mouth and his brushed across her teeth. His hands gripped her naked ass and he pulled her into him, his erection pressing into her slightly expanding stomach.

Agatha sat on the kitchen table and she practically ripped off her blouse while his fingers found their way between her legs where he felt her wetness. Positioning himself between her legs, Paul let her unfasten his belt and unbutton his pants which quickly dropped to the floor. Then she tugged on his boxers until they slid down his legs.

She took his erection in her hand and led him toward her opening. Brushing his tip against her waiting pussy lips, Agatha felt him fill her as his hands rubbing up and down her ass cheeks and his cock throbbed inside of her. He lifted her legs on achieve a better angle while leaning in and kissing her again. His thrusts energized her and she rubbed her clit with her free hand. Paul wasn't even sure if she knew where her clit was prior to her pregnancy.

Agatha screamed out as she came but Paul continued to hump her listening as her groans filled the kitchen. His hands left her ass and found her breasts and that made her all the more delirious as he kept thrusting and her moans became louder.

"I'm gonna cum!" Paul bellowed.

"Go ahead, I'm already pregnant!" Agatha laughed, wrapping her legs around his waist as he thrust deeper.

He felt her tighten around his cock and he released himself into her with a loud groan before he collapsed on top of her on the table.

"What's for supper?" Paul asked when he was able to catch his breath.

"Meatloaf," she said with a smile as she pushed him off of her and walked naked to the stove to check on the food.

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13. Look Through The Window

Growing up, Brandon didn't like having the Richardson house so close to his. His bedroom window only felt a few feet away from the Richardson place and only a small hedge and maybe ten feet of side yard space separated the two structures.

When he was younger, he felt like the Richardson's were spying on him and he didn't like being seen in the privacy of his own bedroom. He was paranoid about making sure the shades, blinds, and curtains were closed, especially at night when the lights were on in his room.

He felt like the Richardson's could hear him through the open windows of summer if he was upset or crying, playing or singing and he didn't like that feeling. He often dressed in his closet and he talked in low voices when he was in his own room where he often felt like a captive.

But then when he was around seventeen he happened to be in his room late one night when he glanced out his window and noticed that the bedroom light was on in one of the Richardson un-covered windows. The Richardson family was long gone by then and a new family named Caldwell had moved into the house. There was teenaged college attending daughter that Brandon had noticed a few times coming and going and there she stripping down in the middle of the room for him to see. He didn't mean to be a peeping tom pervert but there she was doing her little show although he couldn't tell if she was doing it intentionally or unintentionally. Whatever the case, Brandon enjoyed every moment of her sexy undressing.

Brandon watched wide-eyed as her lovely naked breasts were unveiled for him to see and when she unbuttoned her jeans and pulled them down her thighs, he almost screamed out loud. She turned her back to the window and dropped her panties giving him a lovely view of her cute butt. Her long brown hair nearly reached her ass crack and suddenly Brandon didn't mind the two houses being so close together.

Brandon saw the girl's little show many times during the next several weeks and although he was never quite sure if she was aware of his presence in the window across the way, he sort of hope she was and that they were sharing in a secret intimate little game together even if she never acknowledged him.

One afternoon, Brandon's mother asked him to bring a recipe over to the Caldwell place and it was the girl in the window who answered the back door when he knocked.

"Yes?" She asked.

"Uh, um, my mother says this is for your mother," Brandon said nervously.

"Oh, great, thanks," she said, a pretty smile on her face and Brandon thought she was beautiful up close and with her clothes on.

"I'm Brandon," he said.

"Hi, I'm Katherine," she replied with a smile.

All Brandon could think of was that song from Barney that had been bouncing around in his head ever since he first saw Katherine in the window.

Look through the window and who do you see?
It's Adam, and Derek, looking at me
Look through the window and who do you see?
It's Amy, and Luci, looking at me
Look through the window and who do you see?
It's Michael, silly Michael, looking at me

Hello, hello, hello and how are you?
I'm fine, I'm fine, and I hope that you are too.
Hello, hello, hello and how are you?
I'm fine, I'm fine, and I hope that you are too.

Look through the window and who do you see?
Kathy, friend Kathy
Waiting to meet me.
Look through the window and who do you see?
Derek, friend Derek
Another friend for me
Look through the window and who do you see?
Michael, friend Michael
Another friend for me

Hello, hello, hello and how are you?
I'm fine, I'm fine, and I hope that you are too
Hello, hello, hello and how are you?
I'm fine, I'm fine, and I hope that you are too

He was going to ask her if she ever watched Barney when she was a kid but thought better of it.

"It's nice to meet you," he said politely.

"Yes," she said, a funny smirk on her face. "Isn't it?"

He handed her the piece of paper and she took it from him.

"I guess I'll see you around," he said, immediately wishing he had phrased it in a different way.

"Oh, I'm sure you will," she smiled and now Brandon was pretty sure she knew he had seen her.

A few nights later, Brandon was standing in the darkness of his bedroom waiting for Katherine to do her little striptease performance for him which she did, only this time she looked straight out her window and her eyes seemed to meet his as a smirk turned her mouth. He almost wanted to wave at her as she stood naked in the window for a moment before disappearing from view.

A week passed before Brandon got another chance to see Katherine do her thing and this time as she stood in the window naked she motioned with her finger for him to come over. His parents were already in bed and Brandon chewed on his lip for a moment, wondering if this was some sort of gag or trap but when she motioned for him again he decided he had nothing to lose.

Brandon snuck out of the house and tiptoed across the back yard to her back porch, surprised to see her standing in the doorway waiting for him, dressed in a pink bathrobe. He was pretty sure she had nothing on underneath.

"My parents are out of town," she said with a smile.

She stepped back and Brandon dared to enter the house which was dark and quiet. She smirked at him.

"Have you enjoyed my little shows?" She asked.

He felt himself blush and he wasn't sure what to say.

"I'm glad," she grinned before stepping into him and their lips met.

He reached his hand down and untied the belt around the middle of her robe which fell open. He brought his hands to her shoulders and pulled the robe back until it fell to the floor.

He felt her tongue slide into his mouth and he pulled her against him as his hands went to her exposed ass which he happily squeezed. After seeing it so many times it felt great to finally feel it.

Katherine moaned as she pressed her mound into his erection which was screaming for release from his shorts. He pulled his tee shirt off over his head while she tugged his shorts and briefs down his legs and she took a good look at him.

"I kept waiting for you to put on a show for me," she purred.

"I'm kind of shy," he admitted.

"Could have fooled me," she giggled as she admired his hard on.

"How long did you know I was watching?" He wondered.

"A while," she grinned. "I guess I'm just an exhibitionist at heart."

"Lucky for me," he replied and she laughed.

"So, are we just going to talk?" She asked.

"No," he said, leaning down and kissing the nape of her neck. She moaned as his lips found her nipple and his hand came up to squeeze her other breast. After a few moments, he brought his mouth back up to her face and kissed her while his erection rubbed against her pubic hair.

Katherine moaned as they kissed and she walked him back until the refrigerator stopped him. He spun her around so she was the one with her ass and back pressed against the refrigerator door and she screamed out when she realized that he was entering her with quick thrusts that slammed her into the appliance that rocked from their fucking. Cereal and cracker boxes stored on top of the refrigerator fell over and off the appliance, some striking the lovers in the head but they didn't care.

Katherine screamed when she climaxed and she felt him filling her as objects inside the refrigerator could be heard crashing. Katherine pressed herself against the door and rode her climax as Brandon finished his orgasm inside of her and the refrigerator rocked behind them. She laughed at the idea of it falling over and crushing them and how it would look to her parents when they came home and found their naked daughter with the naked boy next door squashed to death by the refrigerator.

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14. Naked Masquerade Ball

I thought Saunders was kidding when he mentioned his December 21st End of the World Naked Masquerade Ball.

"Yeah, right," I laughed.

"Seriously, my parents are out of town that weekend and I'm having the party," Hamilton assured me as we sat together in the community college cafeteria.

"What, everybody just shows ups naked? I asked.

"Of course not," Hamilton laughed. "Everybody comes dressed and it's just a normal drunken college party until midnight," he said. "Then the women go into one room and the men go into another. Everybody strips and puts on the secret masquerade mask they've brought and we celebrate the end of the world together. It's by invitation only," he added, handing me a white card with a drawing of a naked guy and girl wearing masquerade masks. "You can come."

"Gee, thanks," I said, feeling almost like a special charity case the way he said it.

"Hey, there's a method to my madness," Saunders explained. "I have to invite people with the same body frames and heights to make sure it is as anonymous as possible during the naked stage."

"Where am I supposed to get a masquerade mask?" I frowned.

"On line or one of the party stores," Saunders replied knowingly. "If you're bold, it's just a Lone Ranger's mask. If you're a little more timid, you can get one of those Phantom of the Opera masks that covers your whole face."

I really didn't think there would be people willing to do something so crazy but I wanted to find out so I bought my mask on line and showed up at Saunders party with it in a bag. Saunders' parents owned a large house with plenty of rooms and I saw that Saunders had invited ten girls and ten guys to keep the party manageable. I recognized some girls from the community college, including Joanie and Maggie who I had in a few classes and talked too some. I couldn't believe they would be willing to get naked in front of me, even with a mask covering their faces.

The party was relatively calm and laid back with people drinking, talking and laughing, but there seemed to be an underlying sense of excitement, drama, and curiosity as the midnight hour approached. I had been their long enough to pretty much talk to everybody in attendance and get a good feel for personalities. The conversations were light-hearted, friendly and comfortable, as if we were all in on the same joke.

At midnight, Saunders announced that it was time to don the masks and start the 'ball'. The girls went into the front room that was designated the girl's room and the guys went into the study that was designated as the boy's room. I grinned as some of the guys started stripping out of their clothes and digging their masks out of paper bags and back packs. I decided what the hell, got naked, and put on my mask, which was black and gold and covered everything but my mouth.

The ten of us stepped out of the boy's room and sure enough we were met by ten naked women wearing masks. Some of the people were bold enough to wear simple scant masks that only covered their eyes and it was pretty easy to figure out who they were while others wore more full masks that covered most of their faces.

Everybody reconvened in the large living room and resumed the party discussions and conversations, only this time stark naked with just varying degrees of masks covering faces. I saw more tits, ass, cock and twat in one place at one time than ever before in my life!

I felt reasonably safe and anonymous with my face mostly covered by my mask and once I got used to walking around with my dick hanging out I began to relax. It was kind of fun talking to naked chicks and I spent most of my time trying to figure out who I recognized. The girl who worked the counter at the donut shop was wearing a skimpy mask and it was easy to identify her. Buying a donut from her would never be the same again! Jenkins' girlfriend had flaming red hair which she didn't both to hide (a couple of girls pulled their hair up under their mask or wore bandanas to hide it) but I guess Jenkins girlfriend really didn't care either.

"You have a nice cock," a girl with a white mask covering her face told me.

"Thanks," I said, too shocked to say anything else in reply. "Your breasts are lovely." I felt I should compliment her in return and besides it was the truth.

"I've always thought they were too small," she laughed. "So, I'm glad you like them."

Apparently, Saunder's naked masquerade ball made all of us more liberated, sexually adventurous, outrageous, and willing to be honest and open about our bodies and the bodies of others. I wasn't quite sure what the protocol was – would anybody be offended if I got a boner standing in front of them eyeing their twat hair?

I noticed as time went on that there were some ass slaps, breast squeezes and even a dick flick or two so it was clear that boundary issues were not as restrictive and that some folks were willing to push the limits. A few couples disappeared upstairs and I was surprised to see some girl sucking a guy off in the corner of the kitchen (I had never seen anything like that before!).

I had made the rounds mingling and chatting with just about everybody left in the living room and I found myself in the end standing with the girl with the (supposedly) small breasts and the white mask covering her face with only the bottom of her mouth exposed (so she could sip her drink from a straw!).

We chatted for a while and it was killing me to know who this person was flirting with me behind the mask. I was equally as flirtatious, being unusually forward, playful, teasing, enticing and coy all at the same time, coming on to her and when she reached out and took my hand, my breathing became ragged and choppy. I saw her mouth turn into a smile as she realized the power she suddenly held over me as my desire and excitement began to take control.

"Would you like to go upstairs?" My masked friend asked with a sexy tease in her voice as she tugged on my hand.

I didn't say anything as I followed her up the stairs, my eyes trained on her lovely backside as she led the way. We walked down the hallway until we found an opened door and we stepped into what looked to be another office space, but there was a couch against the far wall and that's where we ended up sitting.

It was hard to kiss with the masks on but I noticed that she had spread her legs open so I took the liberty of plunging two fingers inside her exposed vagina, touching spots that made her squeal. I kept that up for a few minutes and when I felt her begin to peak, I pulled out and gently stroked her outer lips while listening to her heavy breathing.

"You like tormenting me this way, don't you?" She groaned as she wiggled hungrily against me.

"Isn't that what you want?" I asked.

"I want to feel you inside me," she whispered. "Please stop teasing me."

I put my hands on her waist and lifted her up, turning her around so that her back was to me and she leaned over the back of the couch as if she was looking out the window. I could see the reflection of her mask in the window pane. I lifted her leg over the arm of the couch to leave her wide open and I plunging deep and hard into her waiting wet pussy. She cried out and I squeezed her breasts roughly, pinching fiercely at the throbbing nipples as I began pumping into her. Colors exploded like fireworks in my head as I felt my release approaching and she pushed herself backwards, wriggling into my hard thrusts. It was the most amazing sex of my life and I had no idea who I was having it with.

I pulled out of her lowered my head and lifted my mask to shove my tongue into her pussy from behind and she squealed when I found her throbbing clit. I caressed her until I felt the come juice pulsing from her. She screamed her orgasm to the world and I shoved my pulsing dick back inside her again while making sure the mask was back over my face, driving deep and hard and then pulling out with the tip just resting against the quivering mouth of her pussy.

I did this several times, teasing her into a spasm of ecstasy with my hard cock until she pulled away from me, turned and took the pulsing tip of my prick into her mouth, lifting her mask just high enough to fit me in her mouth and she worked the purplish head with her tongue causing me to quiver as she licked and sucked me lightly until she took the length of me deep into the back of her throat and, while still licking the veined underside with a delicate stroke, she sucked it lightly, swirling her tongue around and around. I was moaning and gyrating my hips, bucking wildly and passionately with the unbelievable anonymous sex.

With one last hard thrust into her mouth, I began to spurt a torrent of cum against her tongue. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and jerked me off with her hands until a shower cascaded onto her mask and breasts in pearl-like drops.

"That was fantastic," I managed to say as I tried to catch my breath.

"I guess the end of the world didn't happen after all," she said as she hopped off the couch. "Farewell."

She started for the door.

"Wait!" I yelled with desperation. "You can't leave now!"

"Oh, but I must," she replied. "That was the whole point, wasn't it?"


"Hasta que encuentro otra vez!" She shouted.

"What does that mean?" I called after her.

But she was gone and by the time I left the room to catch up with her she couldn't be found. Saunders stopped me from going into the girl's room on the first floor.

"That's against the rules, pal," he said.


"Anonymous sex, buddy," he said. "That's what makes it a masquerade."

I stood in front of the girl's room for several minutes waiting for my mystery lover to come out, not realizing there was another exit from the room until Saunders told me twenty minutes later.

I fell into a funk during the next few days. I hated the fact that I had the best sex ever with someone I'd never see again without even knowing who it was. Maggie saw me moping around the college campus and she was kind enough to try to cheer me up.

"Oh, I left early," She insisted when I asked her what she thought of the naked part of the masquerade party.

"You mean I didn't even get to see you naked without knowing it?" I asked.

"Sorry," she smiled. "I chickened out at the last minute. Went out the back door."

"I should have gone with you," I sighed, feeling more depressed than ever.

"Why?" She asked. "What happened?"

"It's kind of personal," I muttered, suddenly embarrassed by my anonymous sex.

"Did you get it on with somebody in a mask?" She guessed.

I told her all about the girl in the white mask and how unbelievably fantastic the sex had been and how I had foolishly fallen in love with a faceless person I'd never see again.

"Boy, you've got it bad!" Maggie said, staring at me with disbelief.

Maggie seemed to sympathize with my sad loneliness and we started hanging out together. We went to a couple of movies and out to dinner and I gave her rides home when she needed it.

I finally kissed her goodnight one evening and it felt good to be close to someone again although I couldn't stop thinking about the white masked girl. In fact, that preoccupation seemed to be impeding any romantic progress with Maggie because I just couldn't shake my obsession with my lost lover.

Finally, one night, after we had been semi-dating for a while, Maggie invited me into the apartment she shared with Joanie (whom I must have seen naked although I hadn't recognized her). We had the place to ourselves and while I appreciated Maggie's sensitive and sensual advances I wasn't sure if I was interested in cheating on the white masked girl as bizarre as that sounded.

"What in the hell is wrong with you?" Maggie finally asked when her advances didn't seem to be working.

"I really can't explain it," I admitted. "You'll think I'm a weirdo pathetic loser."

She shook her head and left the room and I was about to leave the apartment knowing I had blown it with Maggie when the naked girl in the white mask stepped out of Maggie's bedroom.

"Hasta que encuentro otra vez!" She shouted with a laugh.

"What does that mean?" I asked, my mouth hanging open.

"Until we meet again, silly," she told me.

"Why did you lie and torture me?" I demanded.

"To make sure you really wanted me," she replied, removing her mask and looking at me with a vulnerable plea in her eyes. "I didn't want to be just anonymous sex."

"Oh, Maggie," I sighed. "I've been waiting for you all of my life."

"Come show me," she said.

"You really do have perfect breasts," I said as I stepped toward her.

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15. Bus Trip

The Senior Class trip was to New York City, a fun fill day of touring the sites, shopping, eating and seeing a Broadway show before making the three hour trek home in the middle of the night.

Eddie wasn't dating anybody but he enjoyed hanging out with his long time classmates and friends. Minnie (real name Martha) was a soft-spoken angelic voiced blonde with a surprising amount of acne on her face who Eddie had known and gotten along with for most of high school so it was easy partnering with her when they were in groups of people.

She made him laugh and she loved to sing, even in conversations and that kept him greatly amused. It was a fun but long day of adventure, companionship and class bonding and when the group boarded the coach bus for the long ride home, Eddie was tickled when Minnie decided to sit with him (he had sat with his pal Dobs on the way down).

Minnie and Eddie goofed off and chatted with their classmates sitting around them but eventually everybody zoned out, fell asleep, listened to their ipods, or texted on their phones and Eddie sat back in his chair. Minnie leaned back into him as if he was a giant pillow and they spread a blanket over themselves for added comfort and warmth. Eddie was flattered that Minnie felt okay enough to share the seat and blanket with him.

The heat from Minnie's body was making Eddie even warmer and the bumpy movements of the bus caused Minnie's ass to rock against Eddie's crotch. He tried not to think about it but he could feel the swell in his pants and he feared Minnie would notice it too so he tried to wriggle himself away from her butt but his movements only made things worse as he felt his erection slide right between the cheeks of her ass.
Minnie adjusted herself under the blanket by lifting her ass up and pulling her pants down under the blanket before settling back down with Eddie's erection finding the groove of her now bare ass. She reached her hands down under the blanket and quietly unbuckled and unzipped Eddie's pants while he rested his hand along her bare thigh. Her skin was warm to the touch, smooth and soft.

Eddie slowly slid his hand to the top of her thigh and the movement of her ass on his crotch had changed from the random bounce of the bus to a regular back and forth motion that she was doing herself. Neither said a word as Eddie placed a hand on her waist and the other under her shirt, resting it on her stomach. He gently traced his finger from her belly button down to the top of her pubic hair that had been exposed by her pulling her pants and panties down underneath the blanket.

Eddie ever so slowly edged his finger closer to her pussy. He could feel the heat coming from between her legs and the seat was damp from a mixture of sweat and excitement. He ran his fingers along the valley between her legs and he felt her swollen (pussy) lips. Minnie squirmed, parting her legs and giving Eddie more room for his hand to brush along her soft pubic hair and into her folds where it was wet and sticky. He separated her (pussy) lips and slid his finger inside her hot canal.

Minnie leaned the back of her head against his neck and shoulder while he stroked her inner walls and then he took her clit between his fingers, rubbing it and pinching it.

Minnie let out a soft moan into Eddie's ear and he pulled her body against his and she reached down and tugged his pants down enough for his hard cock to spring up between her legs. She grasped it with her hand around the base and guided the throbbing head towards her pussy, lifting herself up enough to massage her clit with the head of his dick. Eddie moved his hand to cup her ass underneath the blanket and Minnie managed to keep her moans to a soft whisper in Eddie's ear.
He thrust his hips upwards and Minnie arched her back, guiding the tip of his stiff cock inside her. With one movement she lifted and slid down his shaft so that he was completely inside her while grounding her ass against him. One of her hands rubbed at her clit and just as Eddie was getting close to orgasm she dug her nails into his leg and shuddered. A groan that was too loud escaped her lips as she threw back her head and her pussy tightened around his cock giving Eddie the greatest sensation he had ever experienced.

He felt the rush of sperm flow though him and into Minnie. He continued thrusting his cum into her and he felt it combine with her juices before spilling out over his balls with each push inside her. Minnie's moans were starting to get louder so Eddie put his hand over her mouth to keep her silent while she finished her climax.

He glanced around to see if anybody was awake and he saw Karen Remaldi sitting in the seat across the aisle curled in a sleeping position but her eyes were open and Eddie realized that she had witnessed their entire silent sexual act. Minnie had stopped squirming and wiggling and she had fallen asleep with his dick still inside of her although it slowly slipped out and he let it lay against her ass crack.

When they were a few miles from the school, Eddie gently woke Minnie up so she could wipe herself off and discreetly pull her pants and panties back up before the bus driver turned the interior lights on and the kids around them started to stir.

When they reached the school, Minnie quietly slipped out of the seat, grabbed her stuff and left the bus without saying a word to Eddie. He had never experienced silent sex like that before, stealthy getting laid in front of his unaware classmates (except for Karen Remaldi who kept looking at him with wide eyes and a few days later asked him if he would be her partner for the graduation ceremonies).