The Year-long Visitor by RLM

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A Pool Party with the Raynes

	I had already showered, fixed my hair, and done my makeup when
Gordon came in from his office as VP of Engineering and Director
or Research Operations.  Since I had not yet put on my dress, he
caught me wearing nothing but heels and a sexy pair of mint green
panties.

	"Wow!  Hot!  Sexy!  That's the way I like for my wife to welcome
me home!"

	Gordon pulled me into his arms and a moment later our mouths
were crushed together in a passionate, long kiss during which his
hands explored my naked tits, my ass, and thighs.  Before our
mouths parted, his hard 8.5-inch erection was grinding into my
belly.

	"I can't wait any longer to fuck you, Paula.  Shall we?" my
virile, sexy husband said nodding his head in the general
direction of our master bedroom.  I wanted to race him to the
bedroom, but I had already accepted the invitation from Bryce and
Ginger to come over for dinner followed by a pool party and sexy
games.  If I went to the bedroom with Gordon, we wouldn't get out
of bed for two hours.

	"I want your big cock as much or more than you want to sink it
into me, but Ginger called me this afternoon and insisted we join
them for dinner at their house followed by a pool party, and some
sexy games.  She would be furious if I brought you over already
totally drained.  She's really looking forward to ravishing you
after dinner tonight, Honey.  So you need to get dressed and
don't forget to take a bathing suit."

	"What makes you think I'm not up to taking care of both you and
Ginger?"

	"Only in your dreams, Baby.  Only in your dreams.  Wear
something tight and sexy.  I'm wearing my white dress that just
barely covers my ass and looks like it's sprayed on."

	"Sounds like Ginger's not the only woman who has plans for the
evening."

	"How did you guess?  Come on.  Hurry up and get dressed.  Ginger
and Bryce are expecting us at 7:00."

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	Having gotten a substantial head start on Gordon, I was ready
before he came out of the bedroom dressed and ready to go.  He
looked hot!  "Christ, what am I doing going over to Ginger and
Bryce's home when I've got the sexiest stud on the planet right
here?" I asked myself as I stared at my husband in his tight
shirt and slacks.  Every time he moved, I could see his toned and
powerful muscles rippling beneath the shirt.   The slacks molded
his cock perfectly.  Even flaccid, it was still a thick 6 inches
of pussy-wetting man meat.  When it got hard, Ginger was going to
go wild... just like I was right now.

	"My god, Gordon.  You're the hottest looking man I've ever laid
eyes on.  Let's go to bed."

	"Would love to, Honey, but we have a dinner date at 7 PM,
remember?  And speaking of hot!  You're positively smoking. 
Bryce is gonna shoot off in his pants when he sees you in that
dress."

	"I hope not.  That's not where I'm planning for him to shoot. 
Come on, Stud.  Let's go."

	It was 7 PM exactly when we rang the front doorbell at Ginger
and Bryce's home.  Bryce was a senior engineer at one of the
largest oil companies in the midwest.  As such, he commanded a
great salary and their home reflected that fact.  With 3500
square feet of living space, beautifully decorated and furnished,
and complete with a gorgeous pool and bath houses in the back, it
was one of the nicest homes in the area.

	Bryce answered the door, and did a double take when he saw me. 
I loved it.  His eyes filled with unconcealed lust.  The effect
on his cock was very evident as his pants bulged outward with his
erection.  His shaft wasn't as long as Gordon's but it was just
as thick... maybe even a little thicker, but I never told Gordon
that.  Best of all, he knew exactly how to use his big dick to
make a woman explode repeatedly.  I had always enjoyed Bryce, and
I had no doubt that I would again tonight.

	"Hi, Bryce.  It's been awhile," I said in a low whisper.

	"It has.  Too long.  You look fabulous, Paula, but then you
always do."  Turning to Gordon, Bryce asked, "Do you mind if I
kiss this gorgeous wife of yours?"

	"I think you had better do that unless you want to make her
angry, and take my word for it, that wouldn't be a smart thing to
do, Bryce."

	"I hear you, Man!"

	I moved easily into his powerful arms.  Bryce was a big man, not
fat, just muscular and sexy.  He lifted me easily onto tip toes
as his open mouth meshed with mine.  As our tongues explored, he
lifted me ever higher so that his hard cock was pressed directly
against my pussy.  Effortlessly, he raised and lowered me on his
shaft grinding the head against my clitoris with authority until
he had me gasping and hunching against his concealed weapon.

	Our kiss continued as his hands moved under my skirt onto my
ass.  Then, they slipped beneath the panties and probed at my
anus.
	
	"Aaaaahhh...  Aaaahhhh...  Aaaahhhh," I moaned softly.  "Oh
Honey, if you keep this up, I'll cum right here in the doorway. 
Let's save it for later."

	"Your wish is my command, Paula.  You're just very, very hard to
resist."

	"You aren't supposed to resist, Bryce.  You're supposed to get
hard and hot for me."

	"I am.  Couldn't you tell?"

	"Easily.  Your hard cock was a good clue."

	"I suppose it was.  How about you?  Are you hot for me?"

	"Why do think I was about to climax?  It's hard for a woman not
to get hot when you grind that big cock into her clit, Honey."

	"I like that!  Well, come on in.  Ginger's waiting for us in the
dining room."

	When we entered the dining room, I wasn't the least bit
surprised to find Ginger perched on the edge of the table with
her legs crossed and her heel resting on the seat of one of the
chairs.  The ultra short dress she was wearing was hiked so high
that all of her thigh and part of her ass were exposed.  Ignoring
me, she stared right at my husband, in particular, right at his
perfectly molded semi-erect penis.

	"Hi, Gordon.  It's been far too long since I've seen you.  Bring
that big, hard thing over here for me to feel, Honey."

	My husband didn't put up any more resistance than I had when
Bryce was all over me and grinding his erection in my pussy.  In
spite of our open marriage and my behavior with Bryce a few
minutes previously, I felt a rush of jealousy rising as I watched
the sexy brunette's hand feeling my husband's hard cock while the
two of them kissed.  When she started stroking his erection while
Gordon hefted her big tits, I felt my face flush.

	Embarrassed by my reaction, I turned to Bryce and said, "How
about fixing me a before-dinner drink, Bryce."

	"You got it, Paula.  What's your pleasure?"

	"How about a glass of white wine?  Anything will do.  Red's ok
if you don't have white."

	I walked with Bryce to the bar and watched as he fixed himself a
scotch and poured my wine.  However, out of the corner of my eye,
I continued to watch Ginger and Gordon.  The sexy bitch now had
his pants unzipped with her hand inside feeling his cock, which I
knew by this time had to be fully erect.  Even though Bryce had
almost made me cum five minutes previously right in front of my
husband, I still felt a surge of jealousy that Ginger was getting
to feel Gordon's hard dick instead of me.  The double standard
works just as well for women as it does for men, I thought to
myself.

	All through dinner, Bryce had his leg and thigh pressed against
mine and half the time, one of his hands was under the table on
my thigh or between them.  Several times, he pressed against my
inner thigh letting me know he wanted me to spread my legs wider
to give him better access.  The first couple of times, I
resisted, but on the third try, I grinned at him and spread my
legs.  In a flash, his hand was on my pussy rubbing me through
the thin material of my panties.  With his fingers working
sensuously over my clit, it was very difficult for me to
concentrate on eating.

	After Bryce's hand had worked over and around my erect,
throbbing clitoris for five minutes, dinner was totally forgotten
as he brought me higher and higher ... closer and closer to a
huge orgasm.  My body slowly slid lower and lower in the seat
until my ass was right at the edge of my chair.

	Just before I lost all control, I noticed that Ginger's body was
slumped down in her chair with her ass as close to the edge as
mine was.  I could see her body trembling, as mine was.  She was
as close to cumming on Gordon's fingers as I was on Bryce's.

	At almost the same time, Ginger's mouth and mine stretched wide
open, our tongues shot out flicking rapidly over our top lips. 
Our bodies shuddered as blood rushed into our swollen clits. 
Mine throbbed hard.  I groaned right along with Ginger whose clit
was throbbing just as hard as mine.  They throbbed again and
again forcing us to shriek in hot pleasure as our orgasms
erupted.  I wondered if Ginger's clit was throbbing as hard as
mine.  I howled uncontrollably when my vagina contracted
spastically.  A moment later Ginger's groans mixed with mine.

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	The men cleared the table, rinsed the dishes, and put them in
the dishwasher while Ginger and I were changing into our swim
suits.  We were already sunning ourselves beside the pool when
Gordon and Bryce joined us.  Both men were wearing form-fitting
Speedo bathing suits that just barely managed to contain their
cocks when flaccid.  There was no way in hell their suits would
be able to manage that when they got erections, which seemed
imminent when the men saw us in our revealing suits.

	As Bryce stared at me with barely concealed lust, I posed for
him with one arm raised behind my head so that my tits thrust
right at him.  "I think your husband likes what he sees, Ginger."

	Bryce's cock was already becoming erect as his eyes darted back
and forth between my tits and barely concealed pussy.  However, a
quick glance at my husband let me know that Bryce's cock wasn't
the only one getting hard.  Gordon's big dick was already about
to thrust up over the top of his suit as he stared at Ginger
posing beside the pool with her bra pulled down below her tits.

	"Both of you are just drop-dead gorgeous," Gordon groaned as the
swollen head of his cock made its first appearance above the top
of his suit.

	"They're all of that," Bryce agreed.  "But you're seeing more of
my wife than I'm seeing of yours.  That's not fair.  Come on,
Paula.  Lose the bra," he complained.

	Turning sideways, I untied my bra but didn't allow it to fall
away from my tits.  "I've done half the work, Honey.  I've untied
it.  Why don't you come over here and finish the job?"  Ten
seconds later my bra was lying on the side of the pool.

	"You guys certainly took your sweet time," Ginger said.  "Paula
and I have been waiting for you for close to 15 minutes.  We were
beginning to think you weren't interested in joining us."

	"Bullshit," Bryce exclaimed.  You had us doing the dishes before
we could put on our suits.  That's what took us so long."

	"You could have forgotten the suits, Honey.  I can tell you that
neither Paula nor I would have objected.  Anyway, you're here
now.  How about rubbing some suntan lotion on my back, Gordon. 
I'm sure you wouldn't want my back to get so burned I couldn't
lie on it later on," Ginger teased.

	"That's for certain," Gordon agreed as he grabbed the bottle of
sun block and moved beside Ginger at the edge of the pool.  As my
husband coated Ginger's back and thighs with the lotion using one
hand, his second hand slipped underneath the bottom half of her
bikini and coated her ass.

	"This side's done, Ginger.  Turn over."

	"Whatever you say, Lover."  As she turned over, she spread her
legs and steepled her right knee.  "Do me, Honey," she whispered.

	While Gordon was working on Ginger, Bryce was busy with me.  His
hands captured both of my tits as his mouth covered mine.  In
just moments, we were grinding our bodies together feverishly
causing.  Three inches of his thick cock was now exposed above
his suit, and as it thrust against my pussy, I couldn't keep my
ass still.

	"Oh fuck," he moaned.

	"Yes... YES!  Fuck... into me.  Hard.  AAAahhhhh."

	"Take of the damned suit, Paula."

	"AAAaahhh... oh yes.... let me lie down, Baby, so I can get it
off."

	Bryce lowered me to the side of the pool, stepped back and
pulled his suit down his thighs.  His thick organ thrust upward,
quivering, fluids dripping from the tip of his swollen helmet. 
"Cunt!  I want to see your cunt," he growled.

	Frantically, I untied the side of my bikini and pulled it away
from my pussy.  Lying back, I spread wide.  "Can you see it,
Bryce?"

	"Fuck it, Paula.  Finger fuck it!"  he ordered.

	"That's your job, Lover."

	"Stretch it for me, Baby.  Get it ready for cock."

	"Honey, it's always ready for your thick cock.  Get on me.  Get
in me!"

	"Not yet.  I want to watch you finger fuck."

	"Mmmmmm... Kinky bastard," I hissed as I plunged my finger into
my wet hole.  "This what you want to see?"

	Before Bryce could mount me, we both heard my husband moaning on
the other side of the pool.  When Bryce and I looked over, we saw
why.  Ginger had all 8.5 inches of Gordon's cock buried in her
throat.  Her lips were locked around the base of his dick as her
cheeks hollowed with the suction she was applying to his shaft.

	"Ohhhh FUCK!  Suck it, Ginger!  Jesus!  That's incredible!!"

	"I never knew your wife could suck that much cock," I whispered
into Bryce's ear.

	"She started dating a guy with a 10-inch cock about a year ago.
He taught her how to do it.  Man, I'm telling you, I felt like
sending the guy a thank-you note.  Can you do that?"

	"I need to cum, Baby.  Fuck me with that thick dick of yours and
get me off, then I'll give you a demonstration."

	"You drive a hard bargain, Paula."

	"Deal with it, Stud.  Now shut up and fuck me!"

	"OOOHHH GAWD, YES!  RAM IT INTO MEEEEEEEEE!!"

	Bryce gave it to me side-saddle.  When his thick organ stretched
me open and sank into my hole, hot spasms rippled upward into my
belly causing my muscles to knot.  He pulled back slowly and then
rammed back into my waiting hole bringing wails of pleasure from
my lungs.

	I could see my husband watching as I got fucked.  Licking my
lips, I smiled at him and raised my leg even higher in the air so
Gordon would see the thick dick disappearing into his wife's
cunt.  His response was immediate.  He grabbed Ginger's head, and
began rapidly fucking her mouth.  Somehow, she stayed on his cock
taking every inch down her throat on every thrust.

	As Bryce fucked me harder, Gordon did the same to his wife.  Our
eyes locked.  Our passionate groans mixed ... my female shrieks
coming each time my vagina was stretched and filled with cock ...
Gordon's masculine grunts exploding each time he drove his dick
down Ginger's throat.

	After five minutes of hard fucking, I was right at the edge. 
Nodding my head at my husband, I mouthed the words, "I'm
cumming".  In turn, he mouthed the words, "Me too".   My vagina
convulsed around Bryce's ejaculating cock at the same time as
Gordon's cock filled Ginger's throat with his load.

	After our orgasms abated, we slipped into the cooling water and
swam a few laps of the pool.  I would have done more but Bryce
had other things he wanted me to do.  Specifically, he wanted me
to keep my promise to demonstrate my cock sucking skills.

	Climbing out of the pool, I said, "If want that demonstration,
Bryce, get your big cock out of the pool and come over here."  He
was out of the pool and sitting beside me in a flash.  "Lie down,
Lover, and enjoy."

	I spent several minutes caressing his body, licking up his chest
and balls while my fingers lightly stroked his turgid shaft.  It
only took about five minutes to get Bryce's dick hard as stone
and throbbing in my hand.

	"Oh god, Paula.  Stop teasing me.  Suck it."

	"If you want a woman to suck this big, thick dick, you have to
ask her nicely, Honey."

	"I know a lot of women who would love to get this cock in their
mouth."

	"Really.  Why don't you give them a call then?  I'll watch."

	He laughed and said, "Please, Honey.  Suck my dick."

	"Whatever you say, Lover."

	Bryce lay back and stretched his legs out, spreading them to
give me full access.  Bending over his body with my tits mashed
into his thigh, I circled his balls with both hands.  His thick
shaft stood upright... throbbing in the air... its head bloated
and pulsing.

	"Oh god, hurry.  My cock feels like it about to explode
already."

	I licked the head.  It jerked spastically bringing a hot moan of
pleasure.  I pulled back.  Another moan... this time, one of
frustration and need.   Kissing his cock head brought more
groans.  His ass arched upward desperately trying to get his
organ into my mouth.  Squeezing his balls produced another series
of grunts accompanied by hard, spastic contractions of his
blood-engorged cock.  Bryce was now begging me to suck him. 
Finally, I engulfed his entire organ... all the way to his
balls... and gave him what he wanted.

	"UUNNGHHH!!  AAAHHHH... FUCK!!  SUCK IT!  UUNNGHHH!!"

	Not more than 15 feet away, my husband had Bryce's wife on her
back with her knees pressed back on either side of her head, her
body almost bent in half.  The position elevated her cunt into
perfect fucking position, and Gordon was taking full advantage by
ramming all 8.5 inches of meat into the wailing brunette's
helplessly waiting hole.

	"OH FUCK ME!  OH GAWD, FUCK ME!  HARD!  AAAAHHHHHHH!  CUMMING! 
UUNNGHHH!"

	At that point, Bryce jerked my mouth off his throbbing cock. 
"What's wrong?" I stammered.

	"Your pussy!  I want to fuck you, Paula, and shoot up your cunt
at the same time as Gordon pumps his load into Ginger."

	"Oh yes!  How do you want me?"

	"Stand up and bend over."

	Rising to my feet, I spread wide and bent over at the waist with
my pussy thrust back toward Bryce.  "Is this the way you want me,
Honey?"

	"Not quite.  Bend lower, Paula.  Press those big tits against
your thighs and put your hands behind your back.  Hurry! 
Gordon's really ramming it into her Ginger.  Now.  He's gonna cum
in her soon."

	When I had assumed the position Bryce had ordered, he took hold
of my hands and pulled my cunt back against his engorged sex
spike.  An instant later, it stretched me open and surged up my
vagina, thudding hard against my cervix.

	"GGGHHHAAAAAAAAA!!   IT'S IN MEEEEEEEEE!  FUCK ME, STUD.  FUCK
ME AND CUM IN ME!!!"

	"OH BABY!  I CAN FEEL YOU CUMMING INSIDE MEEEEE!  SHOOT IT IN! 
AAAAHHHHH... ME TOO... FUCK MEEEEEEEEE!!"

	All four of us were groaning and screaming as we all came at
nearly the same time.

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	After getting out of the pool, we took showers and dressed. 
Naturally, Bryce and I shared the shower in their spacious guest
bedroom while Gordon and Ginger used the one in the master
bedroom.  I expected that Bryce would be screwing me again before
we finished in the shower, but he was still recovering from his
two orgasms at the pool so I had to settle for some kissing and
making out.

	When I asked Gordon later that night if he had fucked Ginger
again in the shower, he seemed surprised... almost shocked. 
"Well, yeah, of course I fucked her.  Is that a problem?  Is
there some reason I wasn't supposed to get into her in the shower
or something?" he answered, obviously confused.

	"No.  No reason at all, Honey.  I was just curious," I replied.
My husband grinned clearly relieved that he hadn't stepped across
some boundary he wasn't supposed to cross.

	I knew that some wives might have been angry with their husbands
for fucking another woman in the shower when they hadn't gotten
any, but I was elated.  Although Bryce was an excellent lover
with a very nice cock, he just wasn't in my husband's league.  As
I had known for a long, long time, Gordon is the best... the
absolute top-of-the-line, and since I have him all the time, I
don't begrudge my friends a taste of the best from time to time.

	After getting dressed, the four of us relaxed in the den while
Ginger brought in some wine, several cheeses, and an assortment
of crackers.  Even though dinner had been excellent, all the sex
had given the four us renewed appetites and we thoroughly enjoyed
the snacks.

	As we ate, Ginger said, "Paula, Bryce and I need to discuss
something with you and Gordon.  It's sort of serious so we've
waited until we can all concentrate on something other than sex
to bring it up."

	"Gordon nodded as he popped another cheese-covered cracker into
his mouth, and I replied, "Sure.  Is something wrong?"

	"No.  Nothing's wrong.  In fact, in a way, it's good news. 
Bryce has just been offered the Managing Director's position for
Alaskan and Off-shore operations with his corporation.  My
husband constantly says it's just a different title on the door
of his office, but he's just being modest.  The truth is that
it's a huge promotion for him."

	"That's fantastic, Bryce!" Gordon exclaimed rising to his feet
and giving his friend a sincere high-five followed by an
enthusiastic handshake.  "I'm delighted to see that the
upper-level administration of your corporation can recognize real
talent when they see it.  Well-deserved.  Congratulations!"

	I think Bryce actually blushed he was so pleased with my
husband's obviously sincere reaction to the news.  He certainly
had every right to be pleased... Gordon is not given to
diplomatic, gushing complements.  I joined him by saying, "That
is wonderful, Bryce.  I know you're both very pleased, and so are
we.  So, is there a problem?"

	Ginger and Bryce looked at each other.  Finally, Bryce nodded at
his wife indicating that she should tell us what was on their
minds.  "Yes, there is a problem, Paula.  Before Bryce gets the
promotion to the Director's position, the CEO wants him to spend
the coming year at our Alaskan headquarters and visiting our
north shore and off-shore sites so he will have hands-on
experience with the problems, needs, and changes that may need to
be made.   After the year in Alaska, we'll be returning here with
Bryce as the new Managing Director."

	"Oh good!  I was afraid you were going to tell us that you were
moving to Alaska permanently.  Even so, we'll certainly miss you
for the next year.  We'll just have to have some extra parties
when you return to make up for lost time together and in bed," I
said with a grin that got an even bigger smile from Bryce.

	"We love that idea, Paula, but I haven't gotten to our problem
yet.  Our son Brian just turned 17.  He'll be a senior in high
school this coming fall.  While he's happy for us that Bryce's
value to the company has been recognized with this promotion,
he's really distraught about have to spend his senior year at a
new school at the north shore of Alaska.  The temperatures are
just awful.  With essentially no snow or ice here, he's never
learned to ski or ice skate... or for that matter any winter
sports.  So, he wants to stay here for the next year while we're
on the north shore."

	Now Gordon spoke.  "I'm getting the picture.  You don't want
your son to be unhappy during his final year in high school,
which he certainly would be in the frozen tundra of the north
shore with no friends, girl friends, no sports, nothing to do but
huddle inside the house, study, and watch TV.  But, it would be
crazy for Bryce to reject this promotion because of that, and
Bryce doesn't want to be alone on the north shore without his
wife anymore than Brian wants to be there without his friends,
his girlfriend, sports, etc.  Right?  Moreover, at 17, neither of
you are comfortable with having Brian alone and on his own for a
year.  All sorts of very bad things could happen.  Have I got the
picture correctly?"

	"I would say you have pegged perfectly," Bryce commented.  "What
we wanted..."

	Gordon held up his hand interrupting Bryce's statement.  "Let me
finish.  As I was about to say, this really is not a problem. 
Paula and I have plenty of room.  We'll give Brian one of the
guest bedrooms as his room and let him fix it up anyway he likes.
 We'll be his substitute parents for the year the two of you are
gone.  Provided, of course, that this is satisfactory to Brian
and provided he'll willing to accept what Paula and I say as he
would if it came from his parents.  Is that what you were going
to ask us?"

	"You make it very easy, Gordon.  Thank you," Bryce said.

	Are you certain Gordon's suggestion is Ok with you, Paula?"
Ginger asked.

	"Absolutely.  Brian won't be any trouble at all.  In fact, it
will be fun having him with us for a year."

	At this point, my husband spoke again.  "I just have one
question.  Are the two of you certain that you're comfortable
with having your 17-year old son spend a year with Paula and me?"

	A broad smile crossed Ginger's face.  "More than comfortable,
Gordon.  Much more.  Brian is a very young man who has a lot to
learn, and quite frankly, I can't think of any way he could
possibly get a better education than spending a year with
Paula... eh... both you and Paula, I mean."

	"Don't worry.  We'll take good care of him," I replied.

	"I'm sure of it," they both said almost in unison.

	"Ok.  So much for the serious stuff.  How about something more
fun?  I would really like to fuck these two foxes again... right
here, side-by-side on these two couches.  That sound like a plan
to you, Gordon?"  Bryce asked.

	"I'd say that's a perfect plan.  If your plans as the new
Managing Director are just half as good as that one, you're going
to be a huge success.  But, as usual, the final decision in such
plans always rests with the women.  What say the two of you?"

	"Why are you two guys still dressed?" I asked in response.

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	Our clothes were scattered all around the room.  Ginger and I
had gotten the two men side-by-side on one of the couches and
given them head until they were both thrusting frantically into
our mouths.  When they got close, Ginger gave me our pre-arranged
signal, and we both pulled away from their throbbing erections.

	Both husbands groaned with frustration.  "Don't stop," Gordon
moaned.

	"No way, Lover," Ginger hissed.  The two of you can't have too
many more loads left in your balls, and Paula and I want whatever
you have left in our pussies."

	"How about your asses," I heard my husband ask.

	"Mine's available," I responded.

	They didn't need any more encouragement than that.   The men
spread us out on the two touching couches on our backs.  Bryce
mounted me and quickly nailed his rigid prick into my more than
ready pussy.  A few feet away, Ginger howled as Gordon's thick
cock hit her opening dead center and quickly socked 8 inches of
dick into her cunt.  The two men fucked us hard and deep.  I came
once very quickly and then a second time just as Ginger was
groaning in her first orgasm.

	Neither of our husbands had yet shot off when they pulled out of
our convulsing pussies and sat on the couch.  "Mount it," Bryce
commanded.  From the other couch, I heard my husband giving
Ginger essentially the same order.

	"You heard my husband, Ginger.  Ass sit his cock," I said.

	She didn't have to ask what Gordon meant.  At the same moment
that I was sliding Bryce's cock into my overheated vagina in
reverse cowgirl position, Ginger was doing the same with Gordon's
cock except that his tool was going into her ass.  Both men held
our hips and drove into us hard and deep.  Very quickly, a chorus
of female groans filled the room.

	As Bryce fucked me, I couldn't tear my eyes off of my husband's
big cock as it slammed into Ginger's widely stretched asshole. 
Before the men shot their loads, I had come again and Ginger had
gotten off twice.

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Brian Moves In:

	At the beginning of August, a week before the scheduled
departure of Bryce and Ginger for their year-long stay in Alaska,
we all had a meeting over dinner in our home so Brian would have
the opportunity to check out his new home for the next year and
see if he was still cool with the plan.

	While Ginger and the men were setting the table and finishing up
the cooking for dinner, I asked Brian if he would like a tour of
our home.  His response was an enthusiastic 'yes'.  As I led him
through the downstairs portion of the house, I was very aware of
the attention he was paying to my face and body.  In fact, he was
having a difficult time looking any other place.  This was no
surprise as most men usually check me out, and being a randy
17-year old guy, Brian was very close to his sexual peak, which
for men arrives between the ages of 18 to 19.

	After showing him around the downstairs paying particular
attention to the utility room in case he had any washing he
wanted to do himself, the den and associated TV and sound
systems, the study, and our three-car garage where he could park
his car along side of ours, I took him outside to the pool area.


	"You and your friends are welcome to use the pool provided your
friends first allow either Gordon or me to check out their
swimming ability.  None of us wants anyone to drown."

	"I can check that first, if you like Mrs. Baxter," Brian
volunteered.

	"I'm sure you could, but that puts a lot of pressure on you if
you have to deny someone access.  It's better if we take care of
this oversight responsibility.  Are you Ok with that?"

	"Sure.  No problem.  I'll tell all my friends in advance and
also let you and Mr. Baxter know in advance when I want to invite
anyone over."

	"That's perfect, Brian.  And by the way, you're welcome to use
our first names.  Mine is Paula and my husband's is Gordon."

	"That's cool.  Thanks, Paula.  But when others are around, I
would be more comfortable using Mr. and Mrs. Baxter, if that's
Ok?"

	"That's fine.  Oh, one more thing.  When you use the pool, no
diving is allowed.  The deepest part of the pool is only six
feet, which is plenty for swimming and water games but not nearly
deep enough for diving.  Be certain to let your friends know
that."

	"I will.  Absolutely."

	"Any questions about the downstairs part of the house?"

	"Will I have a house key?"

	"Of course, and also an electronic garage door opener.  Just be
careful not to lose the key, or we'll have to change all the
locks.  Anything else?"

	"Nothing I can think of at the moment."

	"Great.  Let's go upstairs so I can show you your room and the
facilities and see if you would like us to make any changes
before you move in.  Follow me."

	As I led the way up the stairs, Brian followed two steps behind
me.  When I was halfway to the top, I realized that my young
charge had fallen even further behind.  From where he was, I knew
he was getting a great view of my ass and panties as I climbed
the stairs.  Grinning to myself, I bent forward a little more and
undulated my ass as I ascended the last half of the staircase.  
When I reached the second floor landing, I turned and watched
Brian climb the remaining steps.  His erection was obvious, and I
couldn't help wondering just how big he was.

	After showing Brian where the linen closet was located, I
pointed out the largest guest bedroom that would be his for the
coming year.  He was impressed with the room and with the
private, connecting bathroom that he would be using.  "Well, what
do you think?  Any changes you would like for us to make?"

	"It's great!  Just perfect as it is."

	"I think you'll have more than ample closet and drawer space for
your clothes.  As you can see, there are two large drawers on
each side of the bureau," I said as I leaned over and pulled open
the bottom drawer.  Brian was directly behind me, and once more,
he got a great view of my thighs and panties.

	I was still bent over when I asked, "Well, do you like what you
see?  Are you sure there isn't anything you would like to
change?"  When I straightened up and turned to face our new
visitor, his erection was even harder and more pronounced than it
had been on the staircase.  "Well?  Do you like it?"  I asked
with a smile.

	"Yes.  Oh hell yes.  It's great."

	"I'm glad you like it, Brian," I said as I sat down on the desk.
 Once again, I could see his erection throbbing inside his pants
as he stared at my legs and cleavage.   I pretended not to
notice.  "Now that we're alone, Brian, I need to ask you frankly
if you're comfortable living with Gordon and me for this coming
year?"

	"Oh yeah.  Totally.  I was really afraid I was going to have to
spend my last year in high school on the north shore of Alaska in
some frozen company school with virtually nothing to do.  I
really appreciate your letting me stay with you."

	"No problem.  Your parents are very good friends of ours... very
good friends.  We're happy to have the opportunity to help them
out.  It would be awful if your dad felt he had to turn down this
promotion because of having to force you to live for a year on
the Alaskan north shore.  Now, as to cleaning your room... I'll
vacuum and clean it once a week and change the bed sheets.  Any
more than that will be your job.  Ok?"

	"Sure.  Actually, I don't expect you to clean my room for me."

	"I know, but 17-year old guys have more fun things to do that
clean house," I said with a grin.  "Anything else on your mind? 
I want you to be comfortable here and feel free to bring any
problems you might have to us.  I'm a substitute teacher and
Gordon is a first-rate professional engineer.  We will be
delighted to help you with any of your studies that might be a
problem for you."

	"I'm not all that good at math and science.  Any help will be
appreciated."

	"Just let us know, and we'll give you whatever help you need. 
Anything else?"

	I could see Brian hesitating, obviously trying to work his
courage to say something.  After perhaps 30 seconds, he said,
"I'll be certain to let you know if I need anything.  I
promise...  And you're really beautiful, Paula.  I mean just
fab!"

	That did surprise me.  This 17-year old guy already had more
confidence and courage than over half the men 10 years older.  As
a reward, I gave him my best, warmest smile and said, "Thank you,
Brian.  Your mother's a beautiful woman too."

	"She is, but she's my mom.  You're not."

	Again, I was surprised.  I quickly revised my estimate from half
the men 10 years older than he was to three-quarters of those
men.  I gave him another warm smile as I replied, "I know. 
Dinner's probably ready.  Shall we join the others?"

-------------------------------------------------

	We got most of Brian's stuff moved into our home before Bryce
and Ginger left for Alaska, but not all of it.  In fact, I was
still helping him move in and put his things away in places where
he could find them a week later.

	Brian had just begun his senior year when he came in from school
around 3:30 PM to find me trying to store some of his things on
the top shelf of a storage cabinet we keep in our utility room. 
When he entered, he found me with my knee resting on the arm of a
chair standing on tip toe in an futile effort to reach high
enough.  My short jean skirt was hiked up exposing all of my
thighs and lower half of my buttocks, which my brief thong didn't
come close to covering.

	Unaware that Brian was watching, I continued to try to stretch
high enough to reach the top shelf.  The more I tried, the higher
my skirt rose.  When I had extended my arms as far as I could, my
skirt had risen up so high that almost all of my ass was exposed.
 Finally, realized that I needed a ladder and gave up, but when I
lowered my arms, my skirt was so tight that it stayed in place.

	At that point, I turned and saw Brian standing there,
motionless, his eyes glued to my exposed ass.  Instinctively, my
hand went to the hem of my skirt to pull it down, but the sight
of the large, tented bulge in his pants stopped the motion of my
hand.  I stayed in place with my knee resting on the chair's arm
and my skirt almost up to my waist and let him look.

	Some men would turn away when they saw me looking at them.  Not
Brian.  He just smiled and continued to drink in the contours of
my exposed hips, thighs, and ass.  "I didn't know you were home,"
I said in a soft whisper.

	"I know," he replied before he said, "You're gorgeous. 
Unbelievable!"

	"Me or my ass?" I teased still not lowering my skirt.

	"You, your thighs, legs, ass, all of you.  Just drop-dead
awesome!"

	"You haven't see all of me, Brian," I challenged.  He was more
than up to it.

	"I know.  Do you need some help?"

	"Obviously.  I can't reach the top shelf to store your sports
equipment."

	"I'm taller.  I can reach it."

	"I know," I replied, but Brian didn't move.

	"Aren't you going to help me?"

	"If I do, you'll pull your skirt down."

	"Jezz!" I thought as I again revised my estimate from
three-quarters to 80%.  I willed my hand to move and a moment
later, my skirt again covered me to about two inches below my
buttocks.  "There.  Now you don't have an excuse not to help. 
Come on.  I need some help here."

	Brian grinned broadly, and a couple of minutes later, all his
sporting equipment was safely stored on the top shelf.  "Anything
else you need help with?" he asked.

	"I'll let you know."

----------------------------------------------------

	For the next month, it seemed like Brian and I were playing a
secret, erotic game in which I would either "accidentally" flash
my body or do something that gave him the opportunity to "catch"
me in a compromising position.  Of course, I knew that the game
was an enormous turn-on for a 17-year old guy.  However, I was
surprised... almost shocked... to find out that I was equally
excited by it.

	When my husband was at work, and I was alone in the house, I
often found myself changing into something revealing an hour or
so before Brian came in from school.  It didn't come as a shock
when Brian dropped out of some of his after-class activities,
such as chess and debate clubs, in order to get home as soon as
possible.

	Brian had been with us for about five weeks, when he brought two
of his friends home with him to show them his new digs for the
year.  They were appropriately impressed, particularly with the
pool area, the game room, the three-car garage, and Brian's large
bedroom with private bath.  However, they were far more impressed
by his new foster mother in her micro-mini yellow, print dress
that just barely covered her ass and not more than half of her
tits.

	When Brian introduced me to Chad and Lennard, I don't think
either of them ever looked at my face for more than a few
seconds.  I could see Brian grinning at me as his friends stared.
 To break the ice, I said, "I guess Brian has told the two of you
that he's staying with my husband and me for a year while his
parents are in Alaska.  For some strange reason, he preferred to
be here than on the north shore of Alaska."

	Chad and Lennard continued to stare.  Finally, Chad said, "Any
guy who would rather spend a year on the north shore of Alaska
rather than here with you needs a brain transplant."

	"I guess that's true," I responded.  "There isn't much to do on
the north shore.  Here, he has all his friends... like the two of
you.  Well, make yourselves at home.  There's some soft drinks
and cheese in the fridge.  If both of you know how to swim, you
can use the pool."

	"That sounds like fun, but we didn't bring our suits," Lennard
commented.

	"I promise not to look, and there are no other girls around, so
why worry about suits.  It's up to you.  I've got some things I
need to do in the garage.  Let me know if you guys need anything,
Brian."

	"Why don't you join us in the pool, Mrs. Baxter?" Lennard asked.


	I laughed and said, "Since you guys don't have suits, I don't
think that would be appropriate."

	"You could wear a suit.  We wouldn't mind," he persisted as he
stared openly at my tits.  A quick glance downward confirmed what
I already knew... both boys had hard erections.  The thought of
them naked in the pool made my pussy throb slowly, but
deliciously.

	"You guys have fun.  I've got some work I have to do.  But
thanks for the invitation.  If I were younger and weren't
married, I would take you up on it."

	Even though I didn't join the three guys in the pool, I couldn't
resist spying on them from my upstairs bedroom window that
overlooked the pool area.  Even though Brian had a suit, all
three of them were skinny dipping.  Carefully, I opened the
window nearest the pool so I could hear a lot of what they were
saying.

	"... fucking biggest tits I've ... seen.  Shit!  They're ....
huge!"

	"Yeah ... boobs.    ... you ever seen .... tits naked, Brian?"

	Brian yelled at Chad and Lennard so I could hear every word of
his answer.  "Of course not!  She's sort of my foster mom.  Now
you guys shut up before she hears you!"

	"... you think... naked ... that dress?  .... no panties?"

	"I bet no...  just naked ass."

	"Would you two shut up about Mrs. Baxter?"

	"... so fucking hard!  gotta jack off!"  It was obvious what the
missing words were when Chad lay down on one of the deck chairs
and began stroking his thick cock.  From where I was, it looked
like he was pretty big for a 17-year old guy... thick and about
six inches or maybe a little more.  When his hand began rapidly
stroking his hard cock, his ass rose off the deck chair as he
fucked his cock into his stroking hand.

	"Come on, Chad.  She might come out and see you at any moment. 
Then I'd catch hell."

	"Can't help it, Man!  She's so fucking hot!  Gotta shoot it!"

	"I feel ... joining him," Lennard said.  "Don't you ever jerk
off thinking .... her?"

	Before Brian could answer, Chad groaned loudly, "OH Fuck!  Here
it comes!"

	It took about 30 seconds for Chad to empty his balls all over
his chest.  When his orgasm ebbed, he sank back onto the deck
chair and lay there panting, his chest dotted with pools of his
semen.

	Brian threw him a towel and told him to clean up and get
dressed.  Again, he told them to leave before I came out to the
pool.  This time, they did get dressed and leave.

	Brian didn't know it, but there was no reason for him to have
worried about me showing up at the pool.  I was far too busy
masturbating with my dildo in my bedroom.  Watching Chad stroking
his big cock while fantasizing about me had me too hot to wait
for Gordon to come home.

	It only took me 20 seconds to strip off my micro-mini dress and
slip out of my thong leaving me naked except for my heels.  Lying
back on a couch, I steepled both knees and spread my thighs wide
open.  As I stroked the dildo up and down the length of my soaked
sex trench, my clit vibrated like crazy every time the dildo
raked over its tip and across its swollen shaft.

	"Aaahhhh... fucking shit.  So good.  Fuck me, Chad.  Ram that
big dick up my married hole, Honey.  I know you want to fuck
me... Just look how hot and wet my cunt is for you, Baby.  Get
between my thighs and sink that thing into me," I fantasized
aloud as my ass frantically undulated against the dildo.

	I kept it up as long as I could before I got so hot I had to
have the dildo inside my vagina.  Arching my hips, I pushed it
in.  My entire body shuddered hard as it sank down my throbbing
channel.  Once it was buried deep inside my pussy, I began
fucking myself with hard, deep strokes.  My ass rose off the
couch.  My clit throbbed every time the plastic cock slid over my
sensitive G-spot.  I screamed just before I exploded in a hard
orgasm.  For a moment, I wondered if Brian could hear me.

	Hard.  UUNNGGHH!  Oh fuck, YES!  Like that, Honey.  Bang me...
bang my cunt, Chad.  Fuck me!"  It didn't take me any longer to
convulse in an intense orgasm than it had taken Chad.

-------------------------------------------

	Ginger had warned me that Brian wasn't very interested in school
and wouldn't study, but I wasn't seeing much evidence of that. 
In fact, by the time the second month of his stay arrived, Brian
began bringing his books into the den to study almost every
single night.  We even set up a desk for him across from where we
sat to watch TV.  That way, whatever we were watching on the tube
wouldn't be in his line of sight and hence, wouldn't be a
distraction for him.

	A typical night in our household found me sitting on the couch
watching some show while Gordon was either in his woodshop or in
his study working on engineering or administration business at
his firm.  Brian was always sitting at his desk studying.

	For a couple of weeks, I wondered why Ginger couldn't get her
son to study while I couldn't get him to stop and go out with his
friends or get a date with a girl for the evening.  He seemed to
prefer to hit the books every night.

	It was a Monday evening during the third week of the second
month of Brian's stay before I finally figured it out.  The
evening had begun much the same as dozens of other evenings
had... Brian was at his desk pouring over his chemistry text and
homework while I watched a movie on TCM.

	For an hour, Brian hardly glanced up from his work,  When my
movie was interrupted for a commercial break, I took the
opportunity to pull my shoulders back and stretch my muscles.  I
also lifted my heel up onto the couch so I could rub my leg as it
had gone to sleep and was tingling.  As soon as my breasts thrust
outward when I stretched, I noticed that Brian had lifted his
eyes upward, but not his head.  If I hadn't been looking right at
him, I would have thought he was still deep in his studies
whereas the only thing he was deep into at that moment was my
cleavage.

	Without letting him know I was on to his game, I rubbed my leg
to get the circulation going again.  His eyes left my cleavage
and homed in on my exposed leg and then moved  to the crotch of
my panties that was on display by my raised leg.  When I lowered
my leg and returned my attention to the movie, Brian returned his
attention to chemistry.

	A little later in the movie, I shifted my position on the couch,
and in the process, opened my legs a little... not much but a
little.  Hearing movement, Brian again raised his eyes and
checked me out.  When I didn't spread my legs any wider after a
minute or so, he returned to his homework.

	About five minutes later, I reached over to the coffee table to
get a hard candy, unwrapped it, and popped it into my mouth. 
When I settled back, my legs were open even wider.  Brian's head
was still down, but his eyes were up and focused between my legs.
 I kept them open for the next ten minutes while he continued to
stare.  After five minutes, his hand disappeared under the desk.
He squirmed a little, obviously getting his cock out, and then
his arm began to move very slowly.

	His arm was still moved slowly, his eyes still locked onto my
panties, when I again reached for another candy, and once more,
spread my legs even wider.  I knew he could now see the entire
plane of my panty-covered pussy.  I felt my clit pulsing hard as
Brian's arm moved faster.

	The movie was almost over when Gordon came into the room from
his study.  As he entered, I flashed him a big smile and spread
myself wide open draping one leg over the arm of the couch.  
Gordon glanced to the left and saw that Brian's head was bent
over his textbook and then winked at me while squeezing his cock
through his pants.  With both Gordon and Brian staring intently
between my legs, neither aware that the other was doing it, I
felt my vagina and clitoris contract in a delicious spasm as a
small orgasm surged through me making me shudder.  I kept my legs
open... even arching my ass slightly... as I climaxed.  When it
finally ebbed, I lowered my leg and assumed a more ladylike
posture.

	When Gordon sat down beside me, his cock was erect and hard. 
Brian was again concentrating on his studies, his arm now still.
I was pretty certain that he had cum when I had.  I wondered if
he had enough experience with women to realize that I had had a
small orgasm.  My husband certainly did.

	"You came, didn't you?" he whispered in my ear.

	"Hard not to cum when a sexy stud is checking out my cunt,
Darling," I whispered back just as passionately.

	"That was so fucking hot... your doing it right in front of
Brian.  Did he have any idea?"

	"None.  He's too deep into chemistry."

	"Too bad.  He'll never know what he missed.  You know I'm going
to fuck you as soon as I get you in the bedroom, don't you?"

	"I would hope so.  Otherwise, I'll have to go visit Brian's
room."

-----------------------------------------------
	
	Almost every weekday night after that, I watched movies or some
TV show while Brian worked steadily at his desk waiting patiently
for me to "accidentally" let him see more than he should be
seeing.  Usually, I limited things to letting him see my legs and
thighs and then occasionally my panties when I spread my legs too
wide.  Other nights, I wore a halter with no bra and leaned over
a lot to give him repeated views of my tits and even sometimes,
my nipples.

	An experienced man would have known immediately that I was
deliberately teasing him, and hit on me, but Brian just didn't
have enough experience to figure it out.  Or, if he did, he
didn't know what to do about it other than enjoy my shows.

	One evening at the beginning of the third month, Gordon was
having to work late at his office so Brian and I were alone in
the house.  The movie that night was "Body of Evidence" starring
Madonna whose character in the film is a murderous slut.  The
plot and the movie were so erotic that I got hotter and hotter
and I watched.  Brian, of course, was getting the benefit of my
overheated condition.  When I went to the bathroom during a
commercial, I even removed my panties I was so turned on.

	During one scene when Madonna is seducing her lawyer, he's going
down on her as the camera focuses on her face as the waves of hot
pleasure surge through her pussy and exploding clit.   The scene
was protracted getting me hotter and hotter until I suddenly
realized that I had pulled my bodice aside and was squeezing and
twisting my nipple at the same time as the female lead in the
movie was having an intense orgasm.  When I looked over, Brian's
eyes were carefully raised and locked on my naked breast as his
arm moved under his desk.

	I stopped immediately and covered my exposed breast, but the
movie just got hotter and hotter.   As things happened, Brian
went to the bathroom just as the lawyer in the movie was
handcuffing his murderous client with her arms raised over her
head.  Once he had her handcuffed, he ripped off her panties and
shoved her legs apart.  The film even showed her very wet and
ready pussy.  When he rammed his hips into her sex saddle and
began fucking her, my legs just seemed to automatically spread as
my hand moved to my pussy and throbbing clitoris.

	As the lawyer on the screen fucked the hot, writhing blonde
harder and harder, my fingers worked frantically in and out of my
own vagina and over my engorged clit.  My hips arched upward as
my pussy and clit both contracted in a series of hard spasms.  On
screen, the blonde was howling.  On the couch in my den, another
blonde was biting her lower lip to keep from screaming right
along with her.   I was just pulling my skirt down to cover my
cunt when Brian came back into the room and sat down at his desk.
 I wondered how much he had seen.

===============================

Escalation:

	In the beginning of Brian's fourth month with us,  I was
changing into something sexier before he came home from school. 
I had selected a tight yellow dress, very short, and intended to
wear it without the benefit of a bra along with a sexy pair of
heels and thong.  However, I had no way of knowing that he had
cut his last study hall period and headed home an hour early.

	I was upstairs in my bedroom just stepping into the tight dress
when Brian appeared in the open doorway.  Hearing his footsteps,
I turned in his direction with the dress up to my waist but my
tits still uncovered.  I was shocked and embarrassed to see him
standing there staring open-mouthed at my 32DD breasts.  But
mostly, I felt a huge rush of excitement that increased
significantly when I saw his cock rapidly becoming larger and
tenting his pants.

	"Oh god!  You're gorgeous, Paula.  So big, firm, just perfect!"
Brian moaned as his hand unconsciously moved to his rapidly
growing cock.  When I stepped closer without making any effort to
cover myself, his hand began to stroke his rigid dick through his
pants.

	"I'm sorry, Brian.  I didn't realize you were home early."

	"I'm not sorry," he moaned.  "I've been fantasizing about seeing
your tits ever since I moved in.  God!  They're even more awesome
than I imagined.  I can't tell you how many times I've gotten
myself off thinking about what you would look like naked.  I know
that's awful since you're sort of my foster mom, but I can't help
it."

	"Really?  You've jacked off thinking about me?"

	"Every night.  I don't think I've missed a single night."

	"Every night?  Wow!  That's impressive.  I guess 17-year old
guys have a near unending supply of semen and sperm.  Well, now
that you've seen my tits, I don't have to worry so much about
staying covered up when you're around," I said with a seductive
grin.

	"I hope not," he gasped his erection growing harder and larger
by the second.

	I smiled and reached for my dress to pull it up over my breasts.
 As soon as Brian saw me pulling up my dress, he groaned, "NO! 
Please don't do that!"

	My hands stopped leaving my breasts still naked and my hard
nipples on display.  "Why?  You've already seen everything about
my tits there is to see."

	"I don't know.  I just... that is... I was sort of hoping
that..."

	"Brian, if you want girls or women to respond to you, you have
to have confidence and control.  So why don't you start again and
see if you can't do better."

	"I don't want you to put on your dress.  I want you to drop it
to the floor so I can see if you're wearing anything else beneath
it."

	"Mmmmmm... now that's better.  Much better.  But it could be a
lot better still if you tell me what to do rather than tell me
what you want."

	He stared at me and my naked tits for a moment.  "Forget putting
your dress back on, Paula.  Take it off so I can see what's
beneath it."

	Now, my nipples were not only hard, but my clitoris had enlarged
and my pussy was quivering.  "Whatever you say, Brian," I
whispered.  Turning my back toward him, I looked back over my
shoulder into his eyes and dropped my dress down to my hips. 
Then, I slowly pulled it up in back until all of my ass was
exposed to his eager, probing eyes.

	"Oohhhhhh god," he groaned as his hand rubbed his shaft. 
"You're not wearing any panties!  You're naked under that dress,"
he whispered hotly.

	"I'm wearing panties, Brian.  Look at the top of my ass crease.
Can't you see my thong between my buttocks?"

	"Yeah, I see it, but it's not covering anything."

	"It's not supposed to cover much, Honey.  Just a woman's pussy."
 I dropped my dress to the floor and stepped out of it.  Now
facing Brian, he could see the tiny yellow triangle of cloth
covered my pussy.  "Can you see my panties now, Brian.  Don't any
of your girlfriends wear a thong when they go out with you?"

	"I don't know.  They've never let me see them or feel under
their skirts."

	"Really?  I think that's going to be changing and very soon.  So
have you seen everything you wanted to see, Brian?"  I asked
knowing perfectly well what the answer was.  I just wanted to see
if he had the confidence and courage to say it.

	"No!  Take off the panties.  Let me see your pussy."

	"Is that what you guys call it?  A pussy?"

	"Sometimes."

	"And the other times?"

	"There must be two dozen names for it, Paula.  Most of the guys
prefer cunt."

	"MMmmmmm.... so do I."

	"I thought girls didn't like that word?"

	"Girls probably don't like it.  Women... particularly women who
are standing nearly naked in front of a man... love it.  Do you
want me to take off my panties so you can see my cunt, Brian?"

	"Oh Yes!" he moaned.

	"You have to do something for me first."

	"What?"

	"If you want me to remove my panties, Brian, then you have to
take out your cock.  Quid pro quo... so to speak."

	I think Brian set a record for getting his pants unzipped and
his cock out.  It stood almost straight up... hard... rigid...
and more than seven inches long and thick.  "My god!," I gasped.
"THAT is a gorgeous cock, Honey.  I knew you were big, but I had
no idea you were that big!"

	"Is it really big, Paula?  I know I'm bigger than most of the
guys I see in the showers at school, but relative to men, am I at
least average?"

	"Most men are about 6 inches, Brian, and that big thing has to
be a least an inch and a half longer than that, and more
importantly, it's thicker than most cocks."

	"More importantly?  I thought length was what women wanted."

	Length is important... that gets you deep inside a woman's pussy
but thickness is what stretches her vagina and puts pressure on
her clit and G-spot.  Thickness is what makes her have intense
orgasms.... that plus the guy's technique.  By the time you've
gotten your full growth, you're going to have a huge pussy
pleaser inside your pants, Brian."

	"Now its your turn, Paula.  Take off the panties."

	"Will you jack off while I do it?"

	"Do you want me to?"

	"Oh hell yes.  Do it for me."  Brian had his hand wrapped around
his shaft stroking it almost as soon as the words were out of my
mouth.  Instead of immediately removing my panties, I bunched the
gusset into a narrow band and pulled upward slotting my panties
in my slit so that they covered essentially nothing.

	"Oh my god!  That's so fucking hot!"  he groaned as he knelt
down so that his eyes were level with my pussy.  His hand
continued to move up and down the length of his shaft.  He was so
close, I knew he had to be able to smell my arousal.

	Facing Brian, I hooked my fingers in the waistband of my thong
and began to slowly lower it down my hips.  His cock jerked
spastically as more and more of my mound was exposed.  Brian
leaned closer.  The thong was now below the crease of my ass just
barely covering my slit.  Most of my closely-shaved mound was
visible.

	"Come closer and take off my panties, Brian," I hissed licking
my lips and cupping my tits for him.  His hands were shaking as
he pulled the panties down my legs.  When they were bunched
around my ankles, he helped me step out of them.  He was so
close, I could feel his hot breath on my cunt.

	Brian never took his eyes off of me as I sat down on the couch
and spread my legs wide open.  When I used my fingers to spread
my pussy for him, he groaned and pressed his legs together trying
desperately to hold back his orgasm.

	"Don't hold back, Brian.  Shoot it.  Come closer and shoot it
all over me.  Do it!  Now!   After you cum, you can go down on me
if you like, and I'll give you a lesson in eating a woman's
pussy."

	"AAAGGHHHAAAAAAA!"  he screamed as his load exploded out of his
throbbing cock.  Several thick streams of sperm-filled semen
splattered all over my belly and pussy.

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	I wasn't the least surprised when Brian's cock hardly lost any
of its rigidity, and when I ran my hand up and down the length of
his shaft several times, whatever small portion of his iron-hard
erection had been lost quickly returned.  Wrapping my hand around
his tool, I led him toward the bed.

	"Come on, Brian.  I need to be on my back on the bed to give you
your first lesson in eating pussy."

	Once I was on the bed, I rolled onto my back, steepled my knees,
and opened my legs.  Brian's cock got harder than ever when he
realized that in just moments he was going to have his head
between my gaping thighs and his tongue inside my pussy.

	"Do you eat the pussies of the girls you date, Brian," I asked
as I slid my fingers through my soaked sex trench and up over my
hard clitoris.

	"I've tried, but they won't let me do it.  There was one girl at
a party who took me into a bedroom and had me lick her pussy, but
I don't think she had an orgasm.  I guess I wasn't very good."

	"You just need some instruction, Brian.  Come on.  Get naked and
get your head between my thighs."  He was there in a flash and
immediately started to lick me.  I stopped him as soon as his
tongue touched my pussy.

	"Not yet, Honey.  Take your time.  It isn't a timed race.  The
champion pussy eater is the guy who finishes last, not first. 
Use your fingers, Brian.  Open me up.  "MMmmmmm... yesss... just
like that.  Now let your eyes explore every fold... every
crevice... every ridge of my lips.  Check out the shape of my
opening...   enjoy me... make me wait for it.  The longer you
make a woman wait, the hotter and more eager she becomes, and
then when you start, the louder she'll scream and the harder she
will eventually cum."

	Brian followed my instructions perfectly.  For several minutes,
he explored me.  He opened me wider... then pushed my lips
together... then pulled on them and traced his finger over every
fold and crevice until he had me squirming on the bed.

	"You've been on my pussy for several minutes, Brian.  It's time
to move upward to my clit.  I have a large one and right now,
it's very hard and erect.  Can you see it?"

	"Oh fuck yes!" he moaned.

	"Some women have smaller clits.  You need to first strip back
the hood... that's the protective fold of a woman's pussy that
covers her clit and protects it so she won't be having orgasms
every time she takes a step or crosses her legs.  Put your
fingers on either side of my clitoris and pull the hood back. 
Expose the tip and the shaft completely.  Having their clits
exposed like that is enough to make most women hiss with
pleasure.  Do it to me."

	His fingers moved to the sides of my clit and pulled the hood
back.  Getting very close, he examined me, as I squirmed and my
ass began to hunch.  I hunched even harder when I felt him
blowing on my turgid organ.

	"Oh Damn!  I thought you said you'd never eaten pussy before...
aaaahhhhh... god yessssss.!"

	"You clitoris is so swollen... the skin is so tight and
stretched.  I just knew if I blew on it, it would throb."

	"Ooohhhhh god... did it?"

	"Yeah... hard... really hard.  And your pussy hole contracted
every time I blew air over your clit."

	"Use your fingers... in my hole first," I groaned as my hips
humped upward.

	Brian stroked his fingers through my soaked slit and then pushed
them into me with slow, steady strokes.  His other hand moved to
my mound and began rubbing my clit.  My excitement rose steadily
as he worked on me.

	Without warning, Brian lifted my legs and draped them over his
shoulders.  He leaned into my saddle and I felt his mouth
covering my pussy.  When his tongue slashed up the length of my
sex trench and then over my engorged clitoris, my legs flailed
helplessly against his back.   His tongue moved steadily against
my clitoris... up one side ... then down the other... over the
tip bringing wild howls of pleasure from me... and then downward
into my vagina for a moment before returning to my eager
clitoris.

	Brian had my body shuddering so hard, my tits were bouncing back
and forth as my chest rose and fell at a faster and faster rate.
I tried to keep my eyes open, but they closed automatically.

	"OOOhhhh fuckk... when you feel your partner beginning to throb
and shudder, Brian... lick her harder... concentrate on her clit
... make her cum... then slow down to let her enjoy her climax...
but don't let her come down from her high.  As soon as her orgasm
ebbs a little, start on her again."

	"Make her cum a four or five times... or even more... until
she's babbling and her juices are pouring out of her cunt."

	"Like this?"  His tongue went into overdrive against the side of
my clit as he drove three fingers into my pussy.

	"OOOooh  OOOooohhh... OOOoooohhh... fuck... aaaahhhh... do
meeeeeeee!"

	I now had my lower lip caught between my teeth as my body shook
uncontrollably.  My breathing was labored and uneven, my tits
bouncing and quivering as Brian worked me higher and higher.  
Brian added a fourth finger stretching my pussy erotically. 
Forcefully, like a determined, experienced stud, he finger fucked
my hole.

	Suddenly, I was there!  My ass arched up off the bed, gyrating
and humping in hard thrusts.  My vagina contracted hard causing
my hole to whoosh air.  At the same time, my clitoris just
detonated.

	"GGGHHAAAAA... UUNNGHHH... AAAHHHHHHH!  DO MEEEEEEEE!"  HARD! 
OOHHHH GOD... FINISH MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

	Brian proved himself an apt pupil when he backed off and allowed
my orgasm to surge through my body causing me to quiver and
shake.  He licked my inner thighs while waiting for me to finish.
 As soon as I did, he gave me no time to come down from my high.
Again, his tongue found my engorged and still twitching clitoris.
 This time, he changed his technique.  Instead of keeping his
mouth and tongue on my clitoris, he sucked my clit for a few
moments and then moved down my slit to my hole, which he tongue
fucked.  It only took him a few minutes before he had my ass up
off the bed again.

	Brian gripped my thighs firmly as he elevated my thighs to bring
my cunt into perfect sucking position.  Bringing my head up, I
watched as Brian lowered his face toward my waiting pussy.  My
eyes flew open when his tongue swirled around and around my clit.
 I felt like my organ would burst open it was so swollen and
hard.  His hot tongue moved to the tip of my clit bringing
screeching howls from my lungs.

	When Brian's probing fingers somehow found my G-spot, my head
began thrashing from side to side as I gripped the bed sheets so
hard my fingernails dug into the palm of my hand even through the
sheets.  I came a second time, but this time, Brian didn't have
the patience to allow my orgasm to abate before attacking my hot
hole again.

	"Ooohhhhh Gawd Damn!  I love it.  SUCK ME YOU HOT BASTARD!  SUCK
MEEEEEEEEE!!"

	He did, and I screamed in sheer bliss as Brian drove me into
another climax.  He didn't even pause this time.  I was still
exploding when his fingers pushed into my rectum and his lips
suctioned my clitoris into his mouth where his tongue worked up
and down its length.  When I came a fourth time, my juices
squired out of my hole high in the air, my body shuddering and
shaking almost as if I were in the throes of an epileptic
seizure.

	Ten minutes later, I was still gasping in the aftermath of my
climaxes, my legs sprawled lewdly apart, my vagina and clitoris
still quivering and twitching.

	"Did I do it right?" Brian asked with a grin.

	"Not bad for a first lesson," I teased.

	"I'm so hard it hurts, Paula.  It really hurts.  Can I fuck
you?"

	"No.  I don't think that's a good idea, Brian.  But I won't
leave you like this.  Lie down on the bed and I'll suck you off."

------------------------------------------------

	Over the next two weeks, I gave Brian two more lessons in eating
pussy.  After that, he didn't need any more lessons.  I continued
to tease him while he studied, but if Gordon ever left the house
for anything... fill up the car with gas, pick up some groceries
we needed for breakfast, or get something done at his office that
he had to have ready the next day ... as soon as the front door
closed behind him, Brian had his head socked between my thighs
eating my pussy and pleasuring my swollen clit.  Since I was
always hot and ready from all the teasing I had done,  it never
took him long to make me cum the first time.  He usually got me
off three times before Gordon came home unless he had told us
that he wouldn't be home before midnight.  When that happened, I
could count on Brian making me cum so many times, I always ended
up begging him to stop and let me rest.

	Of course, Brian wanted to fuck me.  With all the teasing and
oral sex, I couldn't really blame him for trying.  In fact, if he
hadn't tried, I would have been very disappointed.  But after
nearly four months of living with us, his cock had still not
visited my pussy.

	The first trimester of the school year ended near the middle of
the fourth month, and Brian got his first set of grades since
moving in with us.  Both Ginger and Bryce had warned us not to
expect too much from their son in the way of academic
performance.  "He's more into sports," Bryce had told us.  The
day after he had gotten his grades, Bryce and Ginger called us
from Alaska.  Gordon answered and put the call on the speaker so
I could hear.

	"Hi.  This is Bryce and Ginger.  How's every thing going down
south?"

	"Great!  We're all having a great time having Brian with us. 
Are the two of you Ok?  We were getting worried since you hadn't
called."

	"We should have, but we didn't want you and Paula to think we're
helicopter parents... hovering over our son.  Thought we'd wait a
few months to give you guys time to get settled in."

	"Well, your plan worked perfectly.  Brian's taking a shower. 
I've got the call on speaker so Paula listening too.  Want me to
run up and get Brian?"

	"No, not yet.  We would like to talk to you and Paula first. 
Then, we'll talk to our son.  He should have gotten his grades
for the first trimester by now.  Has he?  If he didn't bring them
home, he's hiding them."

	"Oh.  He brought them home yesterday.  I'm going to FAX them to
you when I get to the office in the morning."

	"Did he fail anything," Ginger asked, the nervousness in her
voice very obvious.

	"Fail anything?  Of course not.  You're kidding, right?"

	"Not at all.  Brian's a very poor student.  If he's lucky, he
makes C's, but usually he's not lucky.  How bad was it?"

	"This is sort of confusing," my husband replied.  "Are we
talking about the same young man?  Dark hair, nice face, good
build... name's Brian Raynes?"

	"What's happened?" Ginger asked, her nervousness now replaced
with confusion.

	"Frankly speaking, Brian's grades were somewhat surprising to
me.  He made an A in chemistry, an A in physics, an A in
trigonometry, an A in American history, but a B in English.  As
hard as he studies, I really expected straight A's across the
board.  Paula and I are going to spend some time with him to help
him understand some of the short stories and poetry that seem to
giving him trouble.  The next trimester, I'm pretty confident
that he'll make an A in English."

	The phone went silent for at least 30 seconds.  "Are you still
there?  Did we lose the connection?"  Gordon asked.

	"We're still here," came Bryce's voice.  "We're just too stunned
to speak.  What do you mean he studies all the time?  He hardly
ever studied before."

	"I don't know what to say.  As soon as dinner is over, he parks
himself in the den at his desk which is situated so that he can't
see the TV screen.  He starts studying while Paula watches movies
and shows and I usually work in my study or join Paula to watch a
movie.  Brian hits the books usually 3 to 4 hours a night."

	"How did you manage that," Ginger asked still stunned.

	"Nothing special," Paula replied.  "He seems to enjoy studying
and being with us.  He didn't want to study in his room though...
said it was too lonely like that.  So we put the desk in the den
with us.  Works like a charm."

	"Amazing... just amazing!"  Bryce replied.  "What other
surprises do you have for us?"

	"Brian doesn't spend much time on sports now... he's more
interested in his academic work.  There is one thing that really
concerns me though.  Need some advice here," Gordon said.

	"What is it?"  both Bryce and Ginger said almost at the same
time.  Paula answered their question.

	"He's been with us three and a half months and so far, he hasn't
asked a girl out on a date.  He has a car.  He has his own room,
and we assured him of complete privacy if he brings a date home.
I've danced with him a couple of times when we went out to
dinner, and he's very good.  He's also a nice looking guy.  So
what's the problem?  I know he's not gay."

	"No, he's not gay," Ginger responded, "but how do you know
that?"

	"Easy.  Gay guys don't look at pictures of naked women in men's
magazines and jack off to them.  I came home early and he hadn't
shut his bedroom door all the way.  He doesn't know I saw him
though.  I just quietly left the house and came back later. 
Didn't want to embarrass him."

	"I understand.  I've caught him jerking off a couple of times
too, and I did the same thing you did."

	"So what's the problem?"

	"He's just very shy around girls.  Actually, he's almost
tongue-tied around them.  We've been hoping he would grow out of
that, but so far, it hasn't happened."

	"I'll work on it," I replied.  "Oh, here's Brian now.  Gordon
and I are going to wash up the dinner dishes and give the three
of you some privacy."

-------------------------------------------

	"Why don't you ever ask a girl out on a date, Brian?" I asked a
couple of days later after dinner.

	"Girls aren't really interested in me, Paula.  Besides, it's
much more fun to stay home, study, and hope to get lucky with
you."

	"Look, Brian.  You and I have some fun together.  I enjoy having
a young 17-year old guy, and you enjoy the pleasure of an older
woman who can teach you some very important lessons.  But I'm
very temporary.  To begin with, I'm Gordon's wife, and he's a
fantastic lover and husband.  Secondly, you'll be moving out in
about 7 or 8 more months.  You need to start honing your skills
with girls your own age."

	"I know, but like I said, girls aren't really interested in me."

	"That's absurd.  You're a nice-looking guy, obviously highly
intelligent, with a good body and a really talented tongue. 
Girls are going to go crazy over you."

	Brian squirmed in his chair and was silent for almost a minute
before blurting out, "I'm a virgin.  I've never had sex with a
girl.  The most I've done is have oral sex with you, and you were
teaching me.  I'll make a fool of myself with a girl."

	"Don't worry about the sex part, Brian.  That's like a baseball
pitcher worrying about how to throw a curve ball before he learns
how to get the ball over the plate.  First things first.  In
fact, we've already sort of gotten out of sync by concentrating
on oral sex first.  That's essentially an advanced course.  A lot
of grown men don't know how to do it properly... some won't even
try.  You on the other hand are already great at it... and I
ought to know, right?"

	That brought a grin to Brian's face.  I could almost see his
male ego rising and smell the testosterone in the air.  "The
first step is leaning how to carry on a conversation with a girl.
 The trick, if you want to call it that, is to ask some questions
about her and then listen to what she says.  Ask her about her
subjects... what she thinks of her teachers... if she's on the
cheer leading squad, ask her about how cheer leaders practice and
learn to do all those fantastic routines.  And after you ask, pay
close attention to what she says and follow it up with more
questions."

	"What about asking her about sex?"

	"That too, but don't be crude, and be truthful.  It doesn't hurt
at all to tell her confidentially that you don't have much
experience.  Every girl has something that's attractive... some
have a lot.  Pick out her best points and tell her.  If she has a
beautiful face, tell her she's the best looking girl in school."

	"What if she has a great rack, like you do?  Can I say something
about her rack?"

	"Certainly.  If she has great tits, she knows it.  But don't
tell her she has a great rack, at least not at the start. 
Instead, tell her she looks awesome when she wears a tight T-top
or a low-cut dress."

	"Some girls have a really sexy ass... like you do.  What do I
say about that?  'You've got a great ass' doesn't sound so good."

	"Later, when you more intimate, telling her that she has a great
ass is fine, but at the start, tell her that she looks every bit
as good walking away from you as she does walking toward you."

	"Wow!  That's cool!"

	We continued the discussion for another two hours before Brian
started reading one of Poe's short stories for his English class,
and I turned on the TV.  When Gordon came out of his study after
another hour, Brian was studying and I was watching a movie. 
When Gordon saw that I was showing our young guest a lot of thigh
as well as my tits, he grinned and winked at me.  I winked back
knowing that my sexy husband didn't yet know just how much I was
showing Brian.

	Gordon watched the movie for awhile and then asked if I wanted
anything from the kitchen.  When I shook my head, he asked Brian
the same question.  Brian indicated that he was fine.  As soon as
Gordon went into the kitchen to himself a snack, I opened my legs
and let Brian enjoy my barely-covered pussy until Gordon came
back into the room 10 minutes later.

==============================

Belinda:

	At the start of Brian's fifth month with us, he started dating
Belinda.  When he told me about it, he played it down even though
I could tell that he was really excited.

	"What's she like?" I asked more than a little curious.

	"She's like you, blonde, beautiful face, big tits, and a really
sexy body.  I can't believe she actually said 'yes' when I asked
her if she would like to go to a movie with me this coming Friday
evening."

	"You may be surprised, but I'm not.  Have you asked her out
before?"

	"No.  I wanted to, but she's so gorgeous, I couldn't get up the
nerve.  I thought she might burst into laughter."

	"Get over those silly ideas, Brian.  Only a brainless idiot of a
woman would do something like that.  She might say no, but she's
certainly not going to laugh when you ask her out.  Women love to
be asked, even when they say no."

	"I've heard that but I'm not sure I really believe it."

	"Believe it, Brian.  I should know.  Did Belinda say anything
besides 'yes' when you asked her?"

	"Yeah."

	I waited but Brian didn't continue.  "Well... come on... give. 
What did she say?"

	"She asked me why I waited so long to ask her out."

	"Good question.  And your answer was...??"

	"I told her that she was so gorgeous that I was certain that she
had dozens of guys asking her out, and I really didn't want to be
just another guy pestering her for a date."

	"I'd say that's a good start, Brian.  Just remember what I told
you about women and girls and you'll do great."

---------------------------------------------------

	It was about 11 PM Friday night when Brian got home from his
date with Belinda.  Gordon and I had practically run to the
bedroom as soon as Brian had left.  My randy husband had fucked
my brains out for over three hours before he couldn't get it up a
fifth time.

	"I'm going to wait up for Brian, Honey," I whispered in his ear
after our last fierce coupling.

	"Ok," he said.  When I started to slide out of the bed, Gordon
pulled me back and kissed me lovingly.  "I loved it, Paula. 
Christ, have I got a wife or have I got a wife!"  He kissed me a
second time.  "I'm really tired.  Is it Ok if I don't sit up with
you?"

	"No problem, Lover.  Go to sleep.  After the fucking you gave
me, you earned it."
I was reading in the den when Brian returned about a half hour
later.  "Well?  How was it?"

	"It was really great," he said with a broad grin.

	"From the looks of that grin on your face, I gather the two of
you did more than just go to a movie and then have a hamburger or
something afterwards.  Come on.  I'm dying of curiosity.  Tell
me."

	"When we went to the movie, I waited until the lights dimmed and
then I told Belinda that I would like to hold her close.  I put
my arm around her shoulders, and when she didn't object, I pulled
her closer."

	"Perfect.  Did she respond or hold back?"

	"If she had held back, I would have apologized and removed my
arm, but she just sort of snuggled closer."

	"That's sexy.  Did you try to go further?"

	"No.  I just held her.  A while later I leaned closer and
whispered that I really liked her perfume.  She didn't say
anything, but a little bit later she told me that the arm between
the seats was really uncomfortable.  I said I could remove my
arm, or we could go up to the balcony where they have love seats
with no arm between the two seats."

	"And?"

	"And we went up to the balcony.  With no arm between the seats,
Belinda moved right against me.  All I could think about was how
good she felt.  I couldn't tell you a thing about the movie."

	"My guess is that she couldn't either.  Go on."

	"After the movie, we stopped for a hamburger and a coke and then
went by Paul's Place and danced a little.  At 11 PM, I took her
home.  Her dad had told me to have her home by 11:30, so I gave
myself a little room for error."

	"Did you get a goodnight kiss?"

	"Oh yeah!  Did I ever.  When I took her to the door, I pulled
her closer, she tilted her head back, and I kissed her like you
told me to... tenderly, but with feeling.  Then, I kissed her
cheek and her ear before moving back to her hips for another
kiss.  When that one ended, she just moaned and pulled me back
against her body and kissed me again... hard... and this time
with her mouth open."

	"Get you hard, Honey?"

	"Like stone.  I was already halfway there before she kissed me,
but when her tongue pushed into my mouth, I got hard as stone
instantly."

	"Good.  Guys are supposed to end up their first date with a sexy
girl hard and hot."

	"Well, I'm certainly that.  I've been hard or partially hard
almost the entire evening.  I've got a really terrible case of
blue balls, its hurts... really hurts."

	"Gordon's asleep.  Why don't we go to your bedroom.  I have a
wonderful cure for blue balls, Brian, provided you don't mind
sloppy seconds."

	"Sloppy seconds?"

	I smiled and whispered in his ear, "My husband fucked me four
times tonight after you left for your date.  Having sex with a
woman after she's been with another man is called sloppy seconds.
 Some men love it.  Wanna try?"

	"Oh hell yes!"

	I took Brian's hand and led him toward his bedroom.  On the way,
he asked, "You say you and Gordon did it four times?"

	"Um-huh.  I tried for a fifth, but he was exhausted."

	"Then why isn't it called sloppy fifths?"

	"Good question.  Come on, but be quiet.  Wouldn't want to wake
up my husband."

-------------------------------------------------

	Brian had me on my back in the middle of his bed.  Our clothes
were strewn all over the floor surrounding his bed.  As hot as he
was from holding and kissing Belinda all evening, I had expected
him to mount me like a wild stallion and shoot off within a
minute.  I was wildly surprised and pleased when my young charge
demonstrated a lot more savoir faire than that.

	Brian was taking his time.  Grasping my legs behind my knees, he
had raised them and pressed my knees back almost to my breasts. 
Raising my head, I watched him as he gazed into my soaked, oozing
pussy.  His cock was iron hard, rigid with lust, over seven thick
inches.  It was jerking and throbbing erotically, the head
swollen and leaking fluids.

	"I can see why it's called sloppy seconds," he said.  His shaft
pulsed and jerked when he said it.

	"Want me to go clean up first?"

	"NO!  That's the hottest thing I've ever seen!  I can't wait to
slide into you."

	"Then don't wait.  Fuck me, Brian.  Hard."

	Pressing his hips into my sex saddle, the young stud leaned over
my body, smiled, and then using his hand aligned his erection
with my wet opening.  I arched my hips into position and quivered
with anticipation.  Brian teased me by rubbing the bloated head
up and down the length of my trench.

	"OOohhhh... fuck... put it in.  Now!"  I demanded.

	"When I'm ready," he whispered causing my body to shudder.

	"Oh god... please.  Now."

	His response was to slide his flesh over my swollen button
bringing more hot moans from my lips.  Then, using his rock-hard
dick like a club, he whacked my clit with it... once... twice...
three times.  I hissed in hot pleasure as my clitoris throbbed
spastically each time he spanked it.

	Then... slowly... deliciously... he pushed his organ into my
vagina... spreading me... sinking in ... inch by hot inch.

	"OH!  OH!  YES!  Give it to me!  Damn you.  Ram it into me!"  I
hissed.  Brian ignored me and continued to sink into me with
excruciating slowness until his pubic bone hit my engorged
clitoris.  He pressed into me, grinding himself against my
erupting clitoris.  My legs flew straight out, shaking as I got
closer and closer to an intense orgasm.

	I had expected Brain to cum within an minute.  Instead, I was
the one who was going to climax within that minute.  When he
began to fuck me, my pussy quickly erupted in my first orgasm.

	"I'm cumming, Brian.  OOOhhhhh god... fuck me harder.... I'm
cumming," I moaned into his mouth.

	His hips picked up the pace.  Each time, he pulled about five
inches of cock out of my pussy and then rammed it back into me
hard driving my hips deep into the mattress and forcing another
hot groan from my lips.  He screwed me full blast for at least
five minutes bringing me closer and closer to a second orgasm.

	"How are you doing this?" I asked between my gasps of pleasure.


	"I had a good teacher," he replied as his pushed my legs even
higher and drove himself to the bottom of my hole.  "I can't hold
it much longer... want to cum when you do.  Are you almost
there?"

	"DON'T TALK.  FUCK IT.  FUCK MY CUNT!  I'LL CUM WHEN YOU SHOOT
IT INTO ME!"

	Our groans mixed together as our organs exploded at the same
time.  While we throbbed in our mutual climaxes, Brian kept his
cock buried inside me as our bodies quivered with pleasure.  When
my orgasm abated, I lowered my legs and locked them around his
hips to keep him buried deep inside me.

	Finally, our breathing began to return to normal, and I felt
Brian's body again moving against me as his dick hardened inside
my soaked vagina.

	"MMmmmmm.... you're going to fuck me again, aren't you?" I
whispered in his ear.

	"More than once... unless you kick me out bed."

	"I don't kick hard-dicked studs who have a big cock buried
inside me out of bed, Lover.  Fuck me with that thing."

	"I want to fuck in a different position this time," he hissed in
my ear.  He didn't wait for my agreement as he turned me onto my
side and moved behind in spoon position.  I was impressed that he
managed the position change without ever taking his cock out of
my pussy.  Once he had me where he wanted, his arm circled my
hips and his hand moved to my clit.  Using his cock inside my
throbbing pussy and his fingers on my turgid clit, Brian very
quickly worked me toward a third orgasm.  I was grunting with
female pleasure and urging him to fuck me harder.

	I came a third time and was well on my way to a fourth climax
when Brian unloaded inside my cum-filled hole.   Again we rested
with his cock still inside me.  This time I was so close to
another orgasm, I needed him to get hard again and finish me. 
Using my vaginal muscles, I milked his dick and kept up a string
of hot words in his ear.

	"If you fuck Belinda like you're fucking me, you're going to
make that girl your sex slave, Honey."

	"I don't know if she'll let me," he groaned as my pussy squeezed
his cock again.

	"Girls who are going to say no don't rub themselves against you
and give you repeated French kisses on the first date, Brian. 
AAAahhhh... you're getting hard again."

	"Can't help it... you pussy is almost jacking me off."

	"Like it?"

	"I love it!  Squeeze me harder, Paula."

	"I think you like having your foster mom working your cock with
her pussy."

	"Ooohhh shit... I'm getting hard again."

	"I know.  Love it.  Wanna try something new?"

	"Oh yes... what?"

	"Anal sex.  Would you like to fuck my ass this time?"

	"Won't that hurt?"

	"Not if we lube it first and you go slow until you're all the
way into me."

	"Can you cum like that?"

	"Harder than you'll believe, Honey."   Five minutes later, Brian
had lost his anal cherry, and I was having repeated orgasms as he
rammed me like a wild bull.

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	Brian continued to date Belinda for the next month, usually two
or three times a week.  After their third date, they were parking
by the lake or somewhere else and making out in the front seat of
Brian's car.

	"She looks like she has really nice breasts," I had said to
Brian when he was telling me about their most recent date.  "Does
she?"

	"Oh yeah!  They're not as big as yours, but they're C or maybe a
D cup and really nice.  Her nipples are really sensitive.  When I
suck them, she loves it."

	"Does it get her off?"

	"Belinda gets really turned on, but I don't she's ever had an
orgasm when I played with her tits and sucked her nipples."

	"How about when you play with her legs and pussy?"

	"I rubbed her legs, but she won't open them."

	I smiled and said, "Give her time, Honey.  Just give her time
and you'll end up being amazed at just how wide she can spread
them."

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	Toward the end of the third week, Brian didn't come home from
his date with Belinda until almost 1 AM.  His face and lips were
smeared with second-hand lipstick.  His shirt hadn't escaped
either as there was lipstick all over collar and front.  His hair
was rumbled, and his pants were wrinkled.  I would have assumed
he had finally gotten some from Belinda except for the fact that
he was sporting a monster erection in his pants.

	"Looks she was all over you," I said with a grin.

	"Yeah.  She was.  And this time she did open her legs.  I got
her panties off and masturbated her to three orgasms... maybe
four."

	"Sounds hot, but why do you still have that monster hard-on in
your pants, Brian?"

	"She wouldn't let me fuck her.  Said she was afraid of getting
pregnant."

	"Very reasonable.  Did you tell her you had condoms and would
use them?"

	"I did, but she's afraid the condom will break."

	"Ok.  She wouldn't let you into her pussy, but that doesn't
explain why you've come home with another extreme case of blue
balls while she had three or four orgasms.  Why is that?"

	"She didn't do anything to get me off, and I didn't want to
shoot off in my pants."

	"That's unacceptable, Brian.  The next time you date Belinda,
before you do more than just kiss her, you need to tell her that
you love making out with her, but if you do, she can't send you
home with an unsatisfied, raging erection and a very painful pair
of blue balls.  Tell her that sex has to be a two-way street,
otherwise it doesn't work.  Let her know that if she wants it all
her way, then she's going to have to find a wimp for a boyfriend
rather than a man."

	"But she may refuse to date me again."

	"She might, but so what?  There are a lot of good looking girls
around who would love for you to ask them out."

	"Ok.  Everything you've told me has worked great... I tell her
that."

	"Good."

	"Eh... Paula...?"

	"What?"

	"I'm really in pain."

	"I'm not surprised, but Gordon and I were having sex when you
came home.  I just took a short break to be sure you were Ok. 
He's waiting for me in the bedroom, Honey, with an erection even
bigger and harder than yours.  You're just going to have to make
love to your right hand tonight."

	Disappointment spread all over his face, but he didn't say
anymore.  Just nodded and headed toward his bedroom.

	"Brian."

	He turned toward me.  "Yes?"

	"I don't mind if you want to listen at our door.  Or you can go
outside and peek in the window if you like.  The blind doesn't
come all the way to the bottom of the window.  Just be certain to
stay in the shadows and be quiet.  Good night and have fun."

	At breakfast in the morning, Brian was grinning at me.  Gordon
hadn't come in yet, so I asked him why the big grin.  Moving
closer, he whispered, "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen.
 My god.  Your husband is a hung stud!"

	Now it was my turn to grin.  "That he is, Brian.  That he is.  I
trust you took care of your bad case of blue balls?"

	"Five times.  You're going to need to wash off the outside wall
of your bedroom."

	"Five times?  MMmmmm...   Belinda is either crazy or a brainless
idiot."

	"I think you might be right.  I think I'll cool it with Belinda
for awhile and see what else... or who else... is out there."

	"Good.  Let me know how it's going."

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	About 10 days later, Brian was bubbling over with excitement
when he came home from school.  "What's going on?  You look like
you're floating on air."

	"Belinda told me that she had been so depressed that I hadn't
asked her out on a date for almost two weeks that she decided to
talk to her mom about our last date.  You remember that night
don't you?   I didn't get home until 1 AM and had that awful case
of blue balls.  Remember?"

	"How could I forget?  What happened?"

	"She said that when she told her mom about what we had done that
night and how much pain I was in when I brought her home, her mom
had really gotten angry with her and said she wasn't the least
surprised that I hadn't asked her out again."

	"Good.  That was something her mom should have told her when she
started dating.  But better late than never.  Go on."

	"She said her mom was just furious that she had left me like
that after I had gotten her off four times.  Belinda was blushing
a lot, but she finally told me that her mom had said to either
keep her legs together or learn how to take care of her partner.
She also told her that she owed me an apology."

	"And did she apologize?"

	"She did, and she promised not to do that to me again, if I
would give her another chance."

	"Are you going to give her another chance?"

	"Oh yeah.  I think it would be mean after her telling me all
that to not ask her for another date.  Besides, she also told me
that her mom put her on the pill when her last period was over...
that was almost a week ago."

	I laughed.  "Well, I'm delighted to see that you're big-hearted
enough to give the poor girl a second chance.  That's very
considerate of you, Brian... so very considerate."
We both laughed.

	When Brian told me that he had date with Belinda for Saturday
night, I was virtually certain that he would be fucking her
before the night was over.  Smiling to myself, I had asked,
"Where are you going to take her, Brian?"

	"We'll go dancing for a bit, have a bite to eat, and go to a
movie if she wants to.  Then, I'm planning on taking her to the
lake and hopefully get her into the back seat."

	"I'm sure that will work.  She's on the pill now, and she's
ready to apologize properly for what she did to you on your last
date.  But it will work a lot better if you're in a bed rather
than in the cramped back seat of a car where she's going to be
worried about someone looking in and seeing you between her
legs."

	"You mean a motel?"

	"No.  They won't rent a motel room to underage minors.  Neither
of you is 18.  I was thinking of your bedroom here in our home. 
Totally secure and safe.  She won't be worried about anything."

	"She won't do it with you and Gordon around."

	"I know.  That's why we won't be around.  We'll go out to dinner
and dancing, and then out to the lake where I'm sure Gordon would
love to bang me in the back seat of our car.  It will bring back
a lot of sexy memories.  We won't be home until 1 AM.  That
should give you more than enough time to ring Belinda's bell 10
to 12 times and get off four or five times yourself."

	"That's great!  Are you sure you don't mind?"

	"Mind getting laid by a sexy stud with an 8.5 inch, iron-hard
cock in the back seat of a car?  Well, it will be an awful task,
but just for you, Honey, I'll do it."

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	On Thursday, Gordon and I went out dancing after dinner, and as
we danced, I told him everything Brian had told me about his date
with Belinda on Saturday.

	"Certainly sounds like our foster son is going to score," he
said with a grin as his erection moved sensuously over my mound.

	Pressing my pussy against it, I whispered, "I'm sure he will. 
Would you like to watch him fucking her?"

	"Do bears live in the forest?  Of course I'd like to watch. 
She's a gorgeous girl, but how?"

	"I told them we would go out to dinning, dancing and then out to
the lake to make out and not be home until 1 AM or later.  That
way, they can use his bedroom, and Belinda will be not worried
about someone catching them in the back seat of the car."

	"I'm sure Brian loved that idea.  I sure as hell would.  But how
does that allow us to watch?"

	"They're in the main guest bedroom, Honey.  Remember the audio
and video systems we have in that room?"

	"Of course I remember.  We've enjoyed watching other couples
fucking in that room often enough.  But we're not going to be
home."

	"Yes we are.  I lied," I said with a devious grin.  "We go out,
have dinner, dance a little, and then sneak in through the
outside deck to our bedroom.  All we have to do is go into our
large walk-in closet, get comfortable, and activate the video and
audio pickups while we watch them fucking.  I'll even bend over
so you can get into me while we watch.  Sound like fun?"  I felt
my husband's cock and found him rigid and rock-hard.  "I think
you like my plan, Darling."

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	Brian left the house around 7:30 on Saturday night.  As he was
leaving, I told him Gordon and I would be leaving at 8 PM and
wouldn't be home until after 1 AM.  "Are you ready for tonight,
Brian?"  I asked.

	"Hell yes.  I can't wait to fuck her."

	"Don't be impatient.  Make certain she loves every second of it
and you'll be getting into her anytime you want."

	Gordon and I left around 8 PM, had dinner, danced a little, and
then headed home at 9:15.  We parked down the street in one of
the city parks and walked the two blocks to our home.  Brian's
car was still gone, so we wouldn't have to worry about being
heard as we made our way to our bedroom.  Even though we could
have entered through our front door, we took the steps up to our
second floor deck just outside of our bedroom.  A minute later,
we were inside.  Gordon had the video and audio systems up and
going a short time later.

	Our home has a loft with a balcony that overlooks the den.  The
kitchen and patio areas can also be seen from that vantage point.
 Since Brian and Belinda weren't home yet, we decided to move
some furniture around enough to permit us to spy on the den and
kitchen areas so we could see the early stages of the seduction.
If they went immediately to their bedroom, we could easily
retreat to ours before they climbed the stairs.

	It was 9:45 when we heard the garage door opening.  A few
minutes later, our front door opened and Belinda entered with
Brian following closely behind her.  While Brian locked the front
door, she stood with her back toward him, her legs spread wide
apart.  Looking back over her shoulder, the gorgeous blonde said,
"I like what I see, Brian.  Do you like what you see?"

	"Looks good so far, Belinda.  I'll give you my final appraisal
later tonight," Brian responded.  I loved the confidence in his
voice, which made it very clear to the hot blonde that he fully
intended to strip her naked and fuck her silly.

	"Damn!  She's fucking gorgeous," Gordon whispered hotly in my
ear.

	"SSshhh...  they might hear you, Honey," I whispered back.  Even
as I was urging my husband to be quiet, I could see why he was so
excited.  Belinda was wearing a light purple top that looked like
it had been sprayed onto her body.  Every curve of her large
breasts was molded and emphasized.  Beneath her top, she was
dressed in a pair of brief cutoff jean shorts.  To say they were
brief was an understatement.  Even from the balcony, I could see
that a substantial portion of her ass cheeks were exposed, and
the crotch of her shorts were pulled so tightly against her
pussy, I knew that as soon as she turned toward me, I would see a
very prominent camel toe between her thighs.  Her legs were bare,
but she was wearing a pair of white sandals with at least 4-inch
heels.

	I could feel my vagina beginning to seep as I watched Brian
removing his shirt to expose his powerful chest.  Belinda licked
her lips as she watched.  It was obvious that she like what she
saw.  Moving behind her, Brian smoothly pulled her purple top
over her head and tossed it aside.  I heard Belinda moan when he
did that.

	She was wearing a matching purple bra beneath her top, which
surprised me.  I would have bet that she was braless.  In any
event, her bra didn't last long as Brian's hands captured her
tits and worked the nipples through the material of her bra. 
Belinda's hips began to undulate as he pulled and twisted them
one after the other.

	It only took Brian a moment to pull Belinda's bra down below her
tits.   Turning her to face him, the couple kissed feverishly. 
After grinding their lips together for almost a minute, Belinda
pulled back and moaned, "Your cock feels so big, Brian."
	
	"That's because kissing you and feeling you rubbing yourself
against me has me so hard it hurts."

	"Mmmmm... Do you like my shorts?  I thought my mom would freak
out when she saw them, but she just smiled and told me to
remember to apologize properly."

	"Are you going to?"

	"Just get my shorts off, Honey, and I'll show you."

	"Bend over."

	"MMMmmm... like this?"

	"Yeah.  Just like that."

	Gordon had one hand on my tits and the other between my legs as
we watched Brian unsnap and then pull her shorts over her ass and
down her thighs.  She looked back over her shoulder and wiggled
her ass.  "Like my pussy and ass, Honey?  Are you gonna fuck me?"
she asked in a hot whisper.

	"For the next three hours...both of those sexy holes."

	"Oh my god," she groaned, half in excitement, half in fear.

	"Spread your knees and arch your ass, Belinda, so I can get a
good look at you."

	"Like this?" she said seductively as she thrust her ass high in
the air and hunched in erotic fuck motions.

	"Yeah.  Exactly like that.  Shall we take this up to my
bedroom?"

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	As soon as Brian suggested heading for his bedroom, Gordon and I
were on our way to the master bedroom.  We made it easily as they
had to climb the stairs and both of them were taking their time
feeling each other up as the made their way to Brian's bedroom. 
By the time they had reached their destination, we were relaxing
in our large walk-in closet with the audio on and the video
pickup displayed on the large TV screen in front of us.  The
walls were soundproofed so there was no chance they could hear
us.

	"God, you've got an absolutely huge cock, Brian.  I can't
believe I let you go home with this gorgeous thing still hard. 
I'm sorry, Baby.  Can I suck it now?  My mom told if I didn't
suck it, she would ground me for two weeks."

	"You mom really said that?"

	"She did.  She's really a cool mom.  All my friends are envious
of me.  I think she cheats on my dad.  She must.  I don't see how
one man could possibly keep up with her.  But enough about her...
I've got a huge, hard cock that I need to take care of."

	Inside the closet, Gordon's fingers slipped inside my wet pussy.
 His thumb was working steadily over my hard clit when he
whispered, "Sounds like I need to give Belinda's mom a call.  She
sounds like someone I'd like to meet."

	"Forget her, and fuck me, you hot Stud,"  I moaned.

	Inside Brian's bedroom, we watched as Belinda knelt in front of
Brian and took the head of his cock into her mouth.  As it
entered, the blonde's mouth was stretched wide.  My pussy
throbbed when I heard Brian moaning with pleasure.

	My hips were hunching on Gordon's fingers as I watched a third
of Brian's cock sinking into Belinda's mouth.  Her eyes bulged as
he forced her to take another inch.
She grunted and then issued a muted scream as Brian sank half his
organ into her mouth.   The young stud put his hands behind her
head and pulled her firmly against his shaft.  She began making
gurgling noises when five inches of dick were buried and pushing
against her throat.

	"Do you think she can take all of his cock?" Gordon asked as he
thrust his cock against my hand and probed me deeper with his
fingers.

	"She's had a lot of experience sucking cocks.  She's take all of
it," I replied confidently as my own hips humped against my
husband's hand.

	"How do you know she's that experienced?" my husband groaned.

	"Simple.  She's already got five thick inches of cock in her
mouth with the head in her throat, and she hasn't gagged on it
yet.  Take my word for it, Honey.  She's sucked a lot of dick,
but probably not dicks as big as Brian's."

	We both watched Belinda's body jerking and thrashing as Brian
fucked his thick cock in and out of her mouth and throat.  Her
breasts were heaving as she tried to breathe through her nose. 
Seeing she needed to breathe, Brian pulled his cock from her
mouth.  Immediately, she was breathing deeply and gasping.  Brian
sat down on the couch and again pulled Belinda close.  "Bend over
and suck me like this, Belinda."

	When she bent over at the waist and again engulfed his cock, her
ass and cunt were totally exposed to our view.  My husband's cock
lurched in my hand when he saw her wet holes.

	"See something you'd like to fuck, Honey?" I teased.

	"I don't think she's 18," he moaned.

	"She will be in just a few months.  I think we should invite
Belinda's mom and dad over for dinner soon, don't you?"

	"Oh fuck Yes!"

	Belinda's lips were now widely stretched as she pushed more and
more cock into her mouth.  This time, she took all 7.5 inches
down her throat.  She did gag a couple of times, but after that
Brian's entire length disappeared into the teenager's hot mouth.
She kissed his pubic hair and then began to slide her lips up
Brian's shaft stopping just before the helmet escaped her mouth.


	Belinda speeded up her sucking motions ... her head rising and
falling over the thick shaft.  After a few minutes, her head was
ramming down on his organ at the same time as Brian was thrusting
upward into her mouth.  Suddenly, he grabbed Belinda's head and
held her still as his hips humped upward burying his organ down
her throat.  The shuddering of his body made it obvious that he
was shooting a huge load down Belinda's throat.

	As Brian's orgasm ebbed, Belinda stayed impaled on his cock
until he lifted her head allowing his cock to slip wetly from her
mouth.  She gasped, her body shook, as Brian's juices ran from
the corners of her mouth.

	I was now riding Gordon's cock in reverse cowgirl position so we
could both watch the action in the bedroom.  Every inch of his
huge cock was sinking into me every time I lowered my body.

	Brian now had Belinda on her back with her knees steepled. 
After raining kisses over her mouth, face, and nipples, he moved
downward between her wide-spread thighs to her pussy.  As soon as
his tongue slid up her sex trench, she squealed with pleasure. 
Her hands flew to the back of his head and pressed his mouth even
harder against her pussy.

	"Oh god... Oh god... Oh god!  Don't stop... Please Don't Stop! 
DO IT TO MEEEE!"  she hissed.

	Although Brian's head blocked our view, we really didn't need to
see his tongue sinking into Belinda's pussy or raking over her
swollen clitoris to know what he was doing.  Her loud,
uncontrolled shrieks kept us fully informed.  After a few
minutes, her ass rose off the bed and hung in midair, gyrating
and pumping against his face.  When her legs shot straight out
and her toes curled back, it was obviously the girl was having an
intense, body-shaking orgasm.

	For almost a minute, she shook and frantically thrust her pussy
against Brian's face before falling back onto the bed.  "Ooohhh
stop... aahhhhh god... let me rest.  Please, Brian... don't...
ooohhhhh god.... nooo... aaaahhhhhhhhhh.... OOOHHHH FUCK!"

	Just as I had repeatedly advised him, Brian ignored Belinda's
protests.  We saw his arm move as two of his fingers disappeared
into Belinda's pussy.  He curled them upward, found her G-spot,
and began stroking it.

	"OOOOhhhhhh... What are doing?  AAAAHHHHHHH FUCKKK!  THAT'S
FANTASTIC!   OOOHHH PLEASE... DO IT MORE!!  MORE!  GGGHHAAAA!!! 
UUUMMMMMM... DON'T STOP... PLEASE DON'T STOP!"

	I was saying the same thing as Gordon pounded upward into my
convulsing pussy.  On the bed, Belinda thrashed wildly.  On
Gordon's lap, I was grinding my cunt furiously against his
ramming cock.

	Belinda's ass was again up in the air.  When Brian's head began
to move, we knew his tongue was again working on her clit.  She
screamed and bucked, but he rode out her gyrations with his head
socked firmly into her sex saddle, his tongue rotating against
her exploding clitoris, his fingers working her G-spot inside her
throbbing vagina.

	"AAHH!  AAHH!  AAHH!  OOOHH I'M CUMMING... AAAAHHHHH GAWD DAMN!
CAN'T STOP... CAN'T STOP CUMMING.... AAHHHHH.... UUNNGHHH!!"

	Brian's mouth stayed on the shuddering girl's cunt bringing her
to orgasm after orgasm until her vagina began to whoosh air. 
Then, she squirted spastically, her ass hunching rapidly in the
air.  Finally, she fell back to the bed and lay there quivering
and groaning.

	I grinned when Brian raised his head from between the girl's
thighs where it had spent the last half hour and moved his body
between her legs.  His cock was engorged with blood, a thick,
7.5-inch sex spike.  He whacked Belinda's clit with it bringing
squeals of pleasure from her.

	"Do you want this cock in your cunt, Belinda?  Tell me," he
commanded.

	"Yes... Oh god yes," she gasped.  "Yes!  I want your cock in my
cunt.  Hurry.  Fuck Me!"

	Brian growled and pressed his hips forward.   I saw the big head
and the first inch of his shaft part Belinda's pussy lips and
push into her hole.   I thought he would ram it all the way into
the helpless girl, but instead he stopped with only three inches
of dick inside her.  He stayed in that position until Belinda
thrust her hips up off the mattress and slid her pussy further
onto his cock.

	When Brian held back instead of driving his cock deep into her
cunt, Belinda begged, "Please, Brian.  Please fuck me."

	Brian fed another two inches of cock into Belinda's cunt before
stopping.  Again, the wildly excited girl began begging him to
fuck her... to give her all of his cock.  When he  still didn't
ram into the bottom of her throbbing pussy, she screamed,
	
	"Oh... please... I need your cock in me... fucking me!  Give it
to meeeeee!"

	With a roar and a sudden thrust of his hips, Brian's cock shot
into Belinda's pussy.  She cried out in hot passion and arched
her back to receive the thick, pleasure-giving shaft.  Brian's
dick thudded into the bottom of her hole driving her ass deep
into the mattress.  Locking her heels behind his knees, she began
moving frantically with him... meeting his thrusts with equally
hard thrusts of her own.

	"I'm cumming!"  Gordon hissed in my ear as his thick shaft
exploded inside my pussy.  The hard spasms of his cock quickly
had me cumming again.  Although Belinda and Brian couldn't hear
me, I was squealing and howling as loud as she was ... maybe even
louder.

	I was still groaning and Gordon was still shooting into me when
Brian screamed and began filling Belinda's cunt with his load. 
She felt him throbbing inside her pussy and that triggered
another orgasm.  Her legs shot straight up in the air and danced
erratically as she convulsed beneath Brian's body.

	For the next two hours, Gordon fucked me while Brian banged
Belinda.  By the time it was past midnight, both of us had cocks
up our asses, and both of us were cumming repeatedly as the men
screwed us.

	"OOOHHHH FUCK... CUMMING ... CUMMING AGAIN!! FUCK MY ASS!"
Belinda screamed.

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Playing the Field:

	After spending three hours buried in Belinda's mouth, pussy, and
ass, and bringing the hot teenager to two dozen or more orgasms
while shooting off inside her five times, Brian rapidly evolved
into a young version of Don Juan and Casanova combined. The major
part of his success with the girls was due to his greatly
enhanced confidence plus the advantage of having an older,
experienced woman to teach him the best ways to turn women on and
give them intense orgasms.   But in addition, the fact that Brian
never talked about the girls he dated gave the girls the
confidence to let themselves go with him.  In doing this, he was
following my advice perfectly.  When one of his buddies asked how
he made out with a particular girl, he usually said he got a nice
good night kiss. but other than that, he had struck out.

	Although he still dated Belinda once or twice a week, he usually
dated one or two other girls during the week as well.  Amazingly,
his grades suffered very little if any.

	He came home prompty at 3:00 and studied until 4:30, usually
while I provided an occasional erotic diversion.  At 4:30, we
would spend an erotic 45 minutes with Brian's iron-hard dick
buried in one or another of my eager, throbbing holes.  Making it
with a young, handsome, well-endowed 17-year old guy who was like
the energizer bunny in bed was fantastic.

	By 5:15, we had each showered in our own bathrooms, and Brian
was back at his studies while I prepared dinner for the three of
us.  After an leisurely sit-down dinner, Gordon and Brian would
clear the table and do the dishes.  Then, we would adjourn to the
den and chat until 8:00 PM after which Brian would hit the books
again while Gordon and I enjoyed the evening together chatting,
watching TV, going out dancing or visiting friends, and of
course, fucking when we were in bed later in the evening.  On the
evenings when Brian had a date, he would skip the additional
studying and leave the house around 8 PM usually returning
between 11 and midnight.

	After dinner on a Saturday two weeks after screwing Belinda's
brains out in his bedroom, Brian said he wanted to discuss
something with us.

	"Sure.  No problem.  What's on your mind?" Gordon asked.

	"I don't know any simple or clever way of asking this, so I'm
just going to ask the question straight out, if that's Ok with
you."

	"You've been with us six months, Brian.  I haven't seen any
problems yet.  Go ahead and ask."

	"I'm dating a lot of girls now.  In fact, I can hardly believe
it, but sometimes I don't even have to ask them.  They're asking
me.  As I'm sure you can guess, I'm making out with all of
them... we don't always have sex, but we usually do a lot of
heavy petting.  Being underage, I can't yet rent motel rooms, and
even if I could, I don't have enough money to do that every time
I take a girl out.  So... I usually park somewhere and we make
out in the car.  For safety, I always lock all the doors, but we
all know that windows can be broken and any guy with the right
tool can open a locked car door in five seconds or less. 
Consequently, we're still in a little bit of danger.  I'm strong,
in good shape, and I know how to defend myself, but I couldn't
fend off several guys."

	Brian paused, and I smiled at him.  "Go on, Brian.  Ask," I
encouraged.

	"It would be a lot safer and lot more fun to bring my dates here
to my room upstairs like I did with Belinda the first time we had
sex.  My first question is how do you feel about that?"

	"You make a good point, Brian," Gordon said thoughtfully.  "It
is a lot safer for you and particularly for your date to be here
in our home in your bedroom than to be parked alone out on some
lonely road or at the lake.  You're almost 18, and you're going
to be making out with girls and having sex one place or another.
In fact, if you weren't interested in doing that, then we would
really be worried."

	Brian smiled, but then Gordon continued.  "If we were your
parents, we would say yes, but we're not, so before we say it's
Ok, we need to call Bryce and Ginger and get their approval.  If
they say no, then it's not possible.  Understood?"

	"Perfectly.  I wouldn't expect anything different," Brian
replied.  "But I have another question."

	"Yes?"

	"Assuming that my parents agree that it's all right for me to
have female company in my bedroom... and by the way, if my date
isn't on birth control, I always use a condom...   if my parents
agree, will you be embarrassed or inconvenienced?  If so, let's
forget it."

	Now it was my turn to respond to Brian.  "Embarrassed? ... no. 
It takes a lot more than someone having sex to embarrass us. 
Inconvenienced?  Again, no.  We don't enter your bedroom period.
That's your room, and we respect your privacy.  However, if you
think most girls will be willing to come here while we're home
and go to your bedroom for sex, you're wrong.  Most will flatly
refuse.  I guarantee it, Brian."

	"You're right.  I didn't think this through well enough.  The
whole idea is stupid.  Sorry."

	"Now that's first rate!"  Gordon exclaimed.  "Knowing when
you've blundered and being willing to admit it is probably the
biggest hurdle a man has to overcome on the road to success. 
Most men never manage it.  You're only 17, and yet, you've
already done it.  Congratulations.  Superbly well done!"  Brian
just beamed and deservedly so.  It was probably the finest
complement he had ever received.

	"But now let's modify your idea to take care of that one
remaining problem.  You go out on dates two or three times a
week.  Paula and I have a lot of friends we love to visit.  We
also love to dance and enjoy ourselves.  So when you have a date,
let us know a day in advance, and we'll have other plans for
those evenings that will take us out of the house.  But remember,
Bryce and Ginger have to give the Ok first."

	"Can we call them now?" Brian asked.

	"Why not," I said.  "Gordon, why don't we go into your office
and call.  You talk to  Bryce first. Afterwards, I'll discuss it
with Ginger"

	Although Gordon and I stayed on the phone for almost 20 minutes
talking to Bryce and Ginger, there was never any doubt that they
thought the idea was first rate.
In fact, both Bryce and Ginger were stunned by the news.

	"Let me get this straight, Gordon," Bryce had said.  "You're
telling me that our son, Brian, who has never had a real date in
his life, is now dating several different girls every week?"

	"Yeah.  That's about the size of it."

	"And you say he's making out with all of these girls and fucking
many of them?"

	"Yep.  But don't worry.  I've talked to him about using condoms,
which he always does unless he's certain his girlfriend is on
birth control.  The point is that if he continues to use the back
seat of his car on some lonely road or at the lake, it's only a
matter of time before a group of assholes attacks them."

	"I'm in full agreement.  Ginger is right here beside me nodding
her head vigorously.  She agrees too.  But are you sure you don't
mind going out two or three times a week when our son wants to
bring a date home?"

	Now I spoke into the extension phone.  "Well, while we miss you
and Ginger a lot, we do have several other couples with whom we
enjoy intimate and fun-filled evenings.  So look at it this
way... every time your son enjoys a girl in his room, Gordon and
I get have an erotic evening out.  Doesn't that sound good?"

	Now it was Ginger's turn to interrupt.  "That sounds absolutely
deliciously hot, you sexy slut.  I can't wait to get home.  You'd
better tell that sexy husband of yours to stock up on viagra
before we get back because he's going to need it.  My pussy's on
fire after six months up here in this frozen wilderness, and we
still have six more months to go.  So tell him, he's been
warned."

	"He heard you, Ginger.  Big time.  His cock's hard as stone now,
and it's all your fault.  It's going to take me hours to take
care of that thing tonight."

	Needless to say, Brian was elated with the news.  Of course, we
left out the parts about his mother's pussy being on fire and how
she was going to fuck Gordon to death when she returned.

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	Less than a week after we had come to an agreement with Bryce
and Ginger about allowing Brian to have female visitors in his
room, he told us that he had a date with Doris Ballentine on
Wednesday evening.  Their plans were to have a hamburger and hang
out at Paul's Place where they could dance.

	"Should Gordon and I plan to be gone that evening, Brian?  Or do
you think it's unlikely that Doris will want to spend time in
your bedroom on the first date?"  I asked fully expecting him to
say that he was certain that Doris wouldn't want to do that on
the first date.  To my surprise, his answer was very different.

	"I wouldn't have thought so either, but after asking her for a
date and her accepting, I suggested that we could either go see a
movie and have a snack afterwards, or if she preferred, we could
skip the movie and hang out at Paul's Place where we could have a
snack and dance.  Her response almost blew me away."

	"What did she say," I asked, now more than a little curious.

	"She told me that skipping the movie was a great idea and that
hanging out at Paul's, having a snack, and dancing was fine
provided we left early enough for her to find out if I was really
as good in bed as Belinda has been telling everyone.  I didn't
realize girls talked out-of-school like that."

	"It's better you learn that now than later, Brian.  Girls talk
about sex and their sex partners a lot more than men do.  For
some strange reason, a lot of girls think it's perfectly ok to
tell everyone in sight about a guy... and I mean everything about
him... his stamina, his recovery powers, his cock size, his oral
skills, his techniques, the positions he likes... on and on.  But
if a guy does the same thing about them to his buddies, those
same girls get mad as hell.  I know it's not fair, but that's the
way things are, Brian.  So what did you say?"

	"What could I say?  I was shocked.  I finally told her that I
was just a high school boy, not an experienced lover, and that
she shouldn't believe all the rumors she hears."

	"You came up with that on the spur of the moment?" I asked
astonished.

	"Yeah.  Was that the wrong thing to say?"

	"No way!  It was the perfect thing to say.   After hearing you
say that you're just a high school boy, I can guarantee you that
Doris Ballentine can't wait to find out for herself if what
Belinda has been saying is true or not.  I'll make plans for us
to be out of the house Wednesday night."

	Later that evening I told Gordon about my conversation with
Brian that afternoon.  "Damn!  I should take lessons from Brian,"
he said with a grin.

	"I don't think you need any lessons in how to handle women,
Darling.  Brian is doing as well as he's doing because of the
advice you've been giving him for the last six months."

	"Not just me," he said slyly.  "I think you've given him a lot
of ... a lot of advice as well as me.  In any case, it looks like
we're going to be spending a lot of time out of the house for the
next few months.  Any plans for us Wednesday night?"

	"I thought you might like to get together with Art and Tracy
Bonner.  We haven't partied with them for a couple of months
now."

	"Well, it's true that I haven't had the pleasure of enjoying
Tracy for a couple of months, but sometimes Art jumps the fence,
so to speak.  Has he been doing any fence jumping the last two
months?"

	Gordon's question caught me by surprise, and I felt myself
blush.  Having blushed like that, I knew that I was already
busted and therefore, there was no need to be evasive.  "Well,
fences aren't the only thing Art's jumped in the last couple of
months, Honey.  Shall I give them a call?"

	"Absolutely!"

	"Are you angry with me, Honey?" I asked in the best seductive
voice I could manage.

	"Just furious... absolutely livid with rage.  You can count on
severe punishment the next time I get you bed."

	"I don't think that will keep Art from jumping the fence,
Darling."

	"Then I'll have to punish you again.  Understand?"

	"MMmmmmmm...  promises ... promises.   Oh, by the way, if we're
with Art and Tracy, we're not going to able to spy on Brian and
Doris.  So why don't you set up the video and audio equipment to
record what goes on Wednesday night.  We can watch later when
we're in bed."

	"Do you have any idea how hard you've gotten me, and I haven't
even touched you, and you're fully dressed."

	"Of course I know how hard you are.  I've been stealing glances
at your bulge ever since we started talking."

	"So what are you planning to do about it?"

	"Nothing now.  I like it when my main man gets hard when I'm
around him.  Besides, by the time we're in bed tonight, your cock
will be like an iron rebar," I said as I squeezed my husband's
rock-hard shaft.

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Doris and Brian:

	On Wednesday evening, things didn't go quite the way I had
planned.  I did take Doris to Paul's Place after I picked her up
at her home, but she was too wildly excited to eat more than one
or two bites of her hamburger.  She had left her fries untouched.
 After dancing to two songs and feeling my raging erection
grinding into her belly, she moaned in my ear, "Do you think your
parents will have left the house yet?"

	"I'm not sure, but probably."  This produced a hissing moan from
Doris who again whispered hotly in my ear, "Let's go then.  I'm
so hot, my legs feel like they're going to collapse."

	When we were back in my car and I had pulled out of Paul's
parking lot, Doris snuggled against me and mashed her tits into
my shoulder.  A moment later she was  squeezing my dick.  "Oh
fuck!  It feels even bigger than what Belinda said."  She undid
my  pants and screamed,  "Come on, Stud.  Lift your ass so I can
get your pants down and your big dick out.  Hurry!"

	I followed her orders, and as soon as my cock surged out of my
pants, Doris shrieked and then gasped, "It's huge... just huge! 
I don't think I can take it... oh my god... so damn big... so
thick.  I'll never be able to take that thing."

	"You'll take it, Doris.  All of it.  Just as soon as I get you
home.  You'll be taking it for hours, and in all your hot holes.
You're going to lose track of the number of times you cum."

	"Oh god!  Rub me, Brian.  RUB ME!  If you just rub me a little,
I'll cum."

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Tracy, Art, Paula, and Gordon:

	We had just pulled out of our driveway and were on our way to
the Bonner's home when I glanced at my rear-view mirror and saw
Brian's car entering our driveway.  "They just arrived, Honey," I
said to Gordon.

	"Already?  Obviously, Doris couldn't wait."

	"Maybe it was Brian would couldn't wait," I countered.

	"Do you actually believe that?"

	"No.  Of course not.  She'll be riding him before we get halfway
to Art and Tracy's home."

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	Art and Tracy were waiting for us on their front lawn when we
arrived.  "I can see that Doris isn't the only woman who can't
wait,"  I whispered to my husband.

	"Maybe it's Art who can't wait."

	"Do you actually believe that?  Remember, Art's jumped the fence
a couple of times.  Tracy hasn't.  I'll bet the hot slut's
panties are already dripping."

	"Are you jealous?"

	"Some," I replied honestly, "but that's the price a wife has to
pay for having a fantastically hot and handsome stud for her
husband.  Besides, being a little jealous will make me fuck your
brains out later tonight."

	As soon as Gordon had brought the car to a stop, I got out of
the passenger seat to make room for Tracy, and climbed into the
back seat where Art joined me a moment later.  He has his month
on mine before Gordon had pulled away from the curb.  By the
time, he reached the freeway, Art's tongue was inside my mouth,
and his fingers were under my panties exploring my very wet
vagina.

	"Oohh.. MMmmmm... uuggh... aaahhhhh... ooohhhhh!"

	"Your wife's already about to cum, Honey," Tracy moaned.  "I'm
so hot for you, I feel like my pussy is on fire.  Put your
fingers in me, Gordon.  Feel me.  I'll cum so hard you won't
believe it... please... do me.  Art's already finger fucking your
wife."

	We were still only halfway to the restaurant when both Tracy and
I climaxed around the fingers working inside our pussies and on
our clits.  Even with all the windows closed, I was sure some of
the pedestrians could hear us moaning and gasping.

	We made Gordon and Art behave themselves in the restaurant, but
as soon as we were in the car heading back to Art and Tracy's
home, we were again making out.  This time, however, I was the
one who pushed Art onto his back and quickly got his cock out of
his pants.  Just as I slid my lips down his shaft, I saw Tracy's
head disappear below the seat.

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Doris and Brian at Home:

	As soon as Doris and I entered the front door, we were locked in
an embrace, our tongues dueling together.  Slowly, we moved
toward my bedroom shedding clothes as we went.  By the time we
were up the stairs and at the doorway to my room, I had her naked
save for her tiny panties.  She had done an even more thorough
job stripping me.

	"You're gorgeous," I whispered in her ear.

	"How can you be sure, Brian?  I'm still wearing my panties.  You
haven't even seen my ass and pussy yet," she teased while
grinding herself against my throbbing erection.

	"A woman as deliciously sexy as you has to have a to-die-for
pussy and ass, but just to be certain, I guess I should check it
out."  I knelt in front of her, nuzzling my face against her sex
and inhaling her musky aroma.

	"I love the musky, sensuous aroma of your cunt, Doris.  Inhaling
your essence makes my cock throb."

	Doris moaned and pressed her pussy even harder against my face.
"Pull down my panties," she hissed.

	As soon as her wet slit came into view, the near overpowering
aroma of her excited pussy filled the air.  Smelling her own
arousal, her legs spread as she began grinding and humping my
face.

	"Just as I suspected.  Your ass and pussy are delicious," I said
while sliding my tongue through her trench.

	"AAahhhh god...  OOooohhh... that feels so good!  Do you really
think I'm sexy, Brian?"

	"Can't you feel how hard my cock is, Doris."

	"Oh fuck, YES!" she gasped.

	"Get on the bed, Honey.  Raise your legs."

	She scrambled onto the bed, rolled onto her back and hiked her
legs into the air.  "Like this?  Is this the way you want me?"

	"Not quite.  Spread wider so I can see your hot pussy.  You do
want me to see it, don't you?"

	"Oh yesss!" she moaned as her legs opened.  "Can you see it now,
Brian?  Can you see how wet I am for you?"

	"Oh yeah!  I can see it.  It's gorgeous!"

	"Get on the bed with me, Honey.  I want to suck your big cock. 
I don't think I can even get half of it inside my mouth, but I
want to try."

	As soon as I rolled onto my back, Doris leaned over me, captured
my hard dick in her hand and rubbed it over her face.  "Oh god! 
I didn't know cocks got this big... Oh my god... I don't know if
I can take this huge dick."

	"Suck it!  Just relax and let it sink into your throat.  If you
gag, just stop and wait until it passes and then push in more of
my cock."

	"Oh I want to ... I want to!  I want to suck all of it," she
moaned as her lips slid down my shaft.

	For five minutes, she tried to take more and more of my dick
down her throat.  At first, she was taking only four inches.  She
gagged... waited... then tried again.  Eventually, five inches
were disappearing into her eager mouth each time her head
descended.

	"OH Damn!  Don't stop, Doris.  That feels fantastic!"

	With her mouth tightly plugged with cock, all she could do was
groan and nod her head.  Her cheeks were now hollowing each time
her lips slid down my dick.  When the head popped into her
throat, she gagged but stayed on my cock.  Another half inch sank
into her throat, and her entire body began to vibrate.  I first
thought that she was choking, but when her hand began frantically
rubbing her clit while she emitted a high-pitched series of
squeals, I realized that she was cumming.

	She was still shuddering in her climax when the sixth inch of my
cock entered her throat.  Her eyes rose and stared at me.  I
pumped my dick even deeper, and her eyes rolled back as she came
again... this time even harder than the first time.  Before this
orgasm finished, she was deep throating all seven-plus inches of
my cock.

	It only took her a couple of minutes to make me blow a huge load
down her throat.  My balls were so loaded she couldn't swallow
fast enough and some semen spurted out the corners of her mouth.
After sending a half dozen thick jets of semen into Doris' mouth,
I pulled out allowing her to suck in deep breaths of much needed
oxygen.
	
	"Your turn, Doris.  On your back.  Legs wide, pussy elevated." 
She was shaking when she assumed the position.  Her clit was
erect and hard... more than ready.  The opening to her vagina
glistened with her juices.

	As soon as I buried my face between her thighs, she hissed with
anticipation.  When my tongue entered her trench and slid
upwards, she wailed.  Finding her clit with the tip of my tongue,
I circled the shaft.  Her ass rose off the bed.  When I swiped my
tongue rapidly over the tip of her swollen organ, she screamed...
her pussy went into hard spasms as her clitoris pulsed hard...
again and again.  She was screaming loud enough to wake the
neighbors.  Rather than urge her to hold it down, I slashed my
tongue even harder over her bursting clit.  She squirted and
whooshed air.  A moment later, another orgasm was racing through
her body.

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Tracy, Art, Paula, and Gordon:

	Five minutes after we had entered Tracy and Art's home, Gordon
had the big-titted brunette's bra and panties off and her tits
sticking out of her the top of her dress.  A few minutes after
that, my wildly excited husband had Tracy on her back on one of
the couches in their den nailing his 8.5-inch cock in and out of
her eager pussy.  Her big tits bounced as she took Gordon's
entire shaft deep into her cunt on every stroke, wailing and
howling as he plowed her.

	"Ooohhhh FUCK ME!  RAM THAT BIG DICK INOT MEEEEE!!  GGGHHAHAAA!
 Oh God, Art.  He's fucking meeeeeeeee....  HE FUCKING YOUR
WIFE'S HOT CUNT... AAAAHHHH... UUNNNGHHHH!!  BIG HARD DICK IS IN
MEEEEEEEEEE!!"

	"That's only fair, you hot Bitch," I screamed back at her. 
"Your hot husband's got his big cock up my cunt too.  OOhhhh
shit... he's in me!  So fucking deep!  UUNNGH!  UUNNGGH! 
UUNNGGH!  HE'S FUCKING THE SHIT OUT OF MEEEEEEEEE!!  AAAAHHHH!

	"OH YES!  FUCK MY HOT HOLE, ART.  SINK IT INTO MEEEEEEE! 
AAAAHHH.... MAKE ME CUM YOU HOT BASTARD!"


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Doris and Brian:

	I had been eating Doris' cunt and clit for almost 30 minutes
bringing her to at least eight intense orgasms.  Every time her
pussy would explode in wild contractions, she would arch her ass
and scream at the top of her lungs.

	After her fourth or fifth climax, she tried desperately to push
me away, but being no match for my strength, she would soon give
up and began to pump her pussy against my face as she rose
rapidly toward another orgasm.

	"Ooohhhh Brian... please... I can't take any more.... please...
let me rest... ooohhhh please."

	Then a minute later:  "UNNNGGHH... DON'T STOP... OOHH PLEASE...
DON'T STOP.   LICK ME, YOU HOT STUD....  LICK MEEEEEEEEEEEE!!"

	After her sixth spastic explosion, she moaned, "Aaahhhh fuck...
I don't believe it... never.. ever... cum so much... aaaahhhh...
ooohhhh ... ooohhh... ooooohhhhh... oohhh shit... you're gonna
make me cum again.... aaaahhhhh... NOW!  NOW!  PLEASE! NOW!  I'M
CUMMING!!"

	When Doris came for the eighth time, the bed sheets were
drenched.  The entire room reeked of her musky cuntal aroma and
sex.  Her body was shuddering in what seemed to me to be a near
continuous orgasm.

	"Please, Brian.  Fuck me now.  I need  a cock in me.  PLEASE. 
STICK YOUR BIG COCK IN ME AND FUCK ME!"

	Over the next two hours, I put four loads into Doris' cunt...
two in the missionary position,  the third while she was riding
me in reverse cowgirl position, and the last time while I was
screwing her doggy.  Each time I came, she would quickly change
positions so she could suck me.  With her now taking my entire
shaft down her throat, it never took her very long to get me hard
again.

	"Oh I love this!" she moaned each time she felt my cock again
hardening inside her mouth.  "I love being able to get you hard
like this.  I never knew guys could get it up again and again. 
Oh jezzz... you're hard!... so fucking hard!  Are you going to
fuck me again?"

	"What do you think, you sexy witch?"

	"Oh yes! YES!  Fuck me!  Fuck me!  Fuck me again!  HARD!"

	"On your knees, Doris.  Bent over.  Doggy fucking time!"

	"oohhh Yes... Screw me like a bitch in heat!"

	"You are a bitch in heat, aren't you?"

	"YYYEESSSS!!  OH YES!"

	I sank my dick into her raised hole.  She groaned and thrust her
ass back to get more of my shaft into her vagina.  She howled
even louder when I fucked her with hard, deep strokes.  She
surged into another orgasm in just a few minutes.  I continued
fucking her right through her climax as she shrieked and gasped
each time my dick thudded into the bottom of her erupting hole. 
Fifteen minutes later, I told her that I was about to cum.

	"OH Yes!  Shoot it into me!  You can cum in me anytime you want
Brian.  Are you going to tell everybody in school that you've
fucked me... that you're going to fuck me again?  Aaaahhhh....
OOOOOoohhhhh.... cumming... i'm cumming.... aaaahhhhh!  Oh Baby,
you can fuck me anytime!"

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Tracy, Art, Paula, and Gordon:

	It was after midnight.  Art had already emptied his balls into
me three times and was about to give me his fourth load of the
night inside my ass as I rode him in reverse cowgirl position. 
His huge dick slugging into my widely stretched rectum had me
howling each time he entered me.

	Ten feet away, Gordon had Tracy bent over and standing on one
foot while she balanced herself with one hand on the back of the
couch.  My husband had her other leg hooked over his arm
spreading her wide so Art and I could see his thick shaft
disappearing into her ass on each thrust.  Flecks of semen from
previously deposited cum loads dotted her pussy and thighs.  As
the two men ass fucked us, I wondered how many loads Tracy had
taken and how many Brian had pumped into Doris in his bedroom.

===================================

Brian's Stable:

	After laying Doris on Wednesday night, Brian settled into a
routine for the next month.   He spent one afternoon a week with
Belinda and a second afternoon with Doris.  The other days of the
week, he filled his time with studying and lots of practice
between my legs.   On the weekends, he pretty much let the
studying go.  On Friday and Saturday nights, he dated Belinda one
night and Doris the other.  By the end of the week, he never
failed to have been inside Doris' and Belinda's pussy at least
once and inside of mine at least twice.

	A month after bedding Doris, Brian broke out of his rut and
essentially forgot all about his steady routine with Doris and
Belinda.  Within a month's time, he had begun seeing Joanne
Crawford, Helen McGraw, Susan Hawkins, and Laura Malone.  On his
first date with Helen McGraw, Brian nailed her in the back seat
of his car at the lake.  He hadn't asked us to let him have the
house because he had not expected to get into her panties so
quickly.

	It took him three dates with Joanne Crawford and three with
Susan Hawkins before they eagerly spread their legs for him. 
Laura Malone won the prize for holding out the longest, but on
their fourth date, Brian fucked her for three solid hours in his
bedroom using all of her holes and screwing her six times.

	After dating his stable of six girls for another month, Gordon
and I had quite a collection of erotic videos complete with sound
of each of the six girls screaming and thrashing on Brian's bed
as he made them climax repeatedly on his talented tongue and
cock.

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Return:

	Brian completed his last two terms in high school with A grades
in all subjects.  Gordon helped him fill out the application to
the state university and also provided advice on how to prepare
his application for a scholarship.  Although his grades during
his senior year were spectacular, his much lower grades during
his first three years in high school made the decision close.  In
the final analysis, it was Gordon's exceptionally strong letter
of recommendation submitted on corporation letterhead over his
signature as Director and Vice President of Engineering
Operations that carried the day.  His letter concluded with the
statement,

	"When Mr. Raynes completes his engineering degree, I hope that
we are able to convince him to take a permanent position as a
member of our in-house, engineering staff.  He is an
exceptionally talented young man, not only intellectually but
also with outstanding people skills.  In these terms, I recommend
him to you."

Brian was admitted to the university with a full scholarship
covering all fees and tuition for the duration of his
undergraduate studies.  It was conditioned only upon his making
satisfactory progress toward his baccalaureate degree.

	During June and July, Gordon also arranged for Brian to take an
engineering apprentice's position with his corporation.  The
position provided a very nice salary for a new high school
graduate and in addition, gave him the opportunity to learn
something about being a professional engineer in a large
corporation.  With my husband's help, he made the most of his
opportunity and saved almost all of his salary for his upcoming
college expenses.

	Since Brian got off work at 4:30 in the afternoon and didn't
have to study long hours during the summer, he had more time than
before to enjoy his stable of girlfriends.  Joanne Crawford and
Helen McGraw were gone for the summer, but Belinda, Doris, Susan,
and Laura were still around, and he was seeing all of them at
least once a week and sometimes twice.

	Although I knew I was still his favorite "date", with Brian at
work until almost 5 PM every weekday, our opportunities for sex
were much more severely limited.  Gordon got home from work at
almost the same time as Brian, and he rarely went out without me
in the evenings.  The only exception was Saturday and sometimes
Sunday during the day.  Gordon frequently had to go to the office
to get work done on those days.  When that happened, Brian was
usually on me and in me within minutes of my husband leaving for
the office.

	In early June while Brian was out on a date with Laura Malone,
we had an extended phone conversation with Bryce and Ginger
during which they let us know that they would be returning the
second week of August.  To say that they were both anxious to
return would be understatement of the year.

	"Bryce is great in bed," Ginger had said at one point in our
conversation, "but the same cock day after day gets old.  I told
you before, Gordon, that you'd better stock up on viagra... well,
I'm so horny now that whatever supply you have stashed away,
you'd best double it, Honey."

	"What makes you think I'm going to let you borrow my husband to
take care of your horny pussy, Ginger," I teased.

	"You aren't going to be around to object, Paula.  Bryce is so
hot and hard for you, he can drive nails with his cock.  He's
going to have you in bed 12/7 for who knows how long."

	"12/7," I questioned.  "Whatever happened to 24/7?  Where did
the other 12 hours a day go?"

	"He's just a man, Paula.  I want him back before you fuck him to
death."

	Eventually, the conversation turned to Brian.  Bryce was stunned
to hear the developments.

	"Brian was actually accepted at the state university?  That's
unbelievable!  I really didn't think he could get into a junior
college with his grades."

	"Well," Gordon responded, "except for that B in English is first
trimester, all the rest of his senior grades for the year are all
A's."

	"Yeah.  You told us.  Neither of us has the slightest clue how
you guys got him to hit the books like that.  Just fucking
amazing!"

	At that point, Ginger interrupted and said, "That's not what I'm
most amazed by.  I just can't believe that Brian is dating six
girls... four now that summer is here... and from what you guys
have told us, he's fucking all six of them!?   Before we left, he
couldn't even talk to a girl and hadn't had a single real date
since he had been in high school.  How is that even remotely
possible?"

	"He just matured, I guess," Paula suggested.

	"Bullshit!" came Ginger's response.  "When we get home, you and
I are going to have a girls' night out together, and you're gonna
tell me how you two managed it."

	"I hope neither of you are angry about you son's success with
the girls," Gordon said with total sincerity.

	"Hell no, we're not mad.  I'm elated," Bryce nearly shouted.  "I
really thought for awhile that Brian was gay."

	"You can forget that, Bryce," I said.  "He's a long, long, long
ways from being gay.  His girlfriends can't stop screaming when
he's banging them in his bedroom."

	"Sounds like they're at his beck and call," Ginger commented.

	"Very much so.  Sometimes after studying until 11 PM or so,
Brian calls one of his girlfriends and just tells her he's horny.
 Five minutes later, he's on his way out of the house.  He picks
up the girl in front of her house, takes her somewhere, and fucks
her two or three times in the back seat of his car."

	"I'm getting hard listening to this," Bryce moaned.  "How do you
know that?"

	Gordon seemed unsure how to answer, so I did it for him.  "We've
both heard him on the phone to his girlfriends several times
doing just that.  I usually wait up for him to make sure he's Ok,
and when he comes home, I always ask him if his horny problem is
worse or better.  He just grins and says something like, "Three
times inside a hot girl always takes care of horny problems."

	"Oohhhh god... OOOOHHH... AAAHHHH!  UUUmmmmmm!  Bryce is fucking
me," Ginger gasped.  "Hard.  Really HARD!   AAAHHHH... YESSS!"

	"You two have more important things to do than talk to us.  Talk
to later.  Have fun," Gordon said just before he broke the
connection.

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	The next evening, while Brian was out with Belinda, Gordon and I
were taking advantage of the time alone to discuss Brian and his
year with us.  At first, we just discussed some amusing things
that had happened during the year.  After that, we lapsed into
silence until I changed the subject.

	"Honey, I want to tell you that you've been just magnificent
this last year.  You've pitched in and helped with the housework
in spite of your heavy workload at the office.  You've been
enormously understanding and tolerant of all the things I've been
doing with Brian.  Where a lot of husbands would have thrown
Brian out of the house, you've helped him with his mathematics
and science homework, explaining the things his teachers aren't
able to explain.  You've treated him like a beloved member of our
family."

	Gordon started to interrupt, but I held up my hand, and he
closed his mouth, smiled, and let me continue.  "Most recently,
you've gotten him accepted into the university and helped him win
a full scholarship.  And if that's not enough, you've also given
him a fantastic job over the summer that not only gives him a
great salary but also a great educational opportunity.  The whole
thing is just beyond belief.  I can't thank you enough, and I
promise... absolutely promise... that I'm going to find a way to
reward my magnificent husband."

	"Can I speak now?"

	I grinned and said, "All right... but don't expect little favors
like this all the time."

	"First, you make it sound like I did a lot, and while I did do
some things that really helped Brian, you are the one who made
all the difference... and I mean ALL the difference.  Without
you, he would still be making D and F grades; he would still be a
shy nerd who's never had a date; he wouldn't be enrolled in the
university with a full scholarship;  he wouldn't have a great job
with my corporation.  Instead, he'd be looking for part-time work
fixing hamburgers or something.  You changed his entire life, and
I can't tell you how proud it makes me to have you as my wife."

	"He would have done most of those things without my help,
Honey."

	"To paraphrase Ginger, Bullshit! and double Bullshit!  Without
you, he would have never studied like he did."

	I started to object, this time it was Gordon who held up his
hand.  "Be quiet, Woman.  I'm talking."

	I followed my husband's lead, closed my mouth, smiled, and
settled back in my chair.  "As I was saying, he would have never
studied if you hadn't provided the most fantastic incentive any
young man ever had in those short skirts, low-cut tops, skimpy
panties or no panties and most of the time no bra.  If he
studied, he got to enjoy an erotic show that exceeded any wet
dream he's ever had.  If he didn't, then the show stopped."

	"You noticed?  Why didn't you say something?"

	"Does the sun rise in the east?  Did I notice?  Let me tell you
Paula Baxter, as soon as Brian sat down to study in the evening,
we both got iron-hard erections."

	"Brian didn't stop studying because he didn't want your erotic
show to stop.  I didn't say anything for exactly the same reason.
 But let me go on.  Suddenly, a young nerd who can't even talk to
a girl without stammering and blushing with acute embarrassment,
is flirting with Belinda Carson, a drop-dead gorgeous girl who
has every boy in school masturbating over thoughts of her.  And
he's not only flirting, he's doing it with an amazing amount of
savoir faire that would do credit to a seasoned libertine.  The
only way he managed that was to have a great... absolutely
great... teacher, and I know who that was."

	"I wasn't the least bit surprised when Belinda accepted his
request for a date, but I was surprised to see his shirt covered
with lipstick when he came home from his first date.  I was even
more surprised when he was making out with her after a couple of
weeks or so.  But the real eye-opener came when we spied on them
in his bedroom.  The guy fucking that sexy girl was no nerdy
virgin... he was a consummate stud who knew which buttons to
push, when to push them, how to push time, and what to do after
he had pushed them.  Brian must have gotten Belinda off two dozen
times.  By the time the evening was over, a satyr had been born
and Belinda was his sex slave."

	"I only know one woman in the world who could have taught him
that well, and she changed his entire life.  Whoever Brian
eventually marries owes her a debt that she will never be able to
repay.  So don't even look like you want to tell me you aren't
the architect of the new Brian Raynes.  Like I said, I'm proud to
have you as my wife."

	"You're not angry that I didn't tell you everything up front?"

	"You couldn't... no way.  If you knew that I knew, there's no
way that at some point during the year, you wouldn't have slipped
and given the show away to Brian.  And once he knew that I knew,
he would have never been able to continue.  It would have all
fallen apart.  So, no... I'm not angry.  I'm proud and I'm
hard... really...really hard right now."

	Without saying word, I unzipped my skirt and let it fall to the
floor as my husband's eyes locked onto my legs and panties. 
Turning my back to him, I bent over at the waist, my ass not more
than a two feet away from his face, and slowly lowered my panties
down my thighs.  I heard the sound of a zipper being lowered, and
when I bent down to remove my panties from around my ankles, I
saw my hot husband stroking his 8.5-inch, thick sex spike.  My
vagina contracted in a hard spasm at the erotic sight.

	Wiggling by ass, I reached back and spread my buttocks so he
could see both of my sex holes.  "Where do you want your cock,
Lover?  Which hole?"

	"CUNT!" he shouted.  "Your hot cunt!" he gasped.  My vagina
throbbed several more times in anticipation.

	Kneeling in front of my husband, I pulled his pants and briefs
down his legs as Gordon lifted his ass off the couch to assist
me.  His dick surged upward... a hot, rigid, engorged shaft.  I
couldn't keep from rubbing my clitoris frantically as I stared at
it.  Bending over, I licked the helmet bringing groans from my
husband.  I loved it!

	"That feels so damn good, Paula.  But I don't want your mouth
this time.  I want that hot luscious cunt.  Mount me... please."

	"Oh Lover.  You never have to say please to me.  If you tell me
to mount... I mount."  Having said that, I put my right knee on
the couch beside my husband's left thigh and swung my left leg
over him right above his rigid sex gun.

	"Put it in me, Stud!  Stick that big cock up your slutty wife's
cunt, and fuck me like a hot whore!"

	Quickly, Gordon centered his dick at my opening and I drove my
ass downward skewering my pussy on his iron-hard erection.

	"AAAHHHHH!!  SO FUCKING GOOD!  SO FUCKING BIG!  RAM IT INTO
MEEEE!  SCREW ME, LOVER.  HARD!"

	A moment later we were both hissing with pleasure every time
that big prick pried me open and sank into my hole.

	"UUNNGHH!  BIG HARD DICK!  FUCKING MEEEEEE!  STICK ME, BABY. 
STICK ME!"

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	By the time Bryce and Ginger had returned from their year's stay
in Alaska, Brian had already moved into his apartment at the
university.  Although he could have lived in university housing,
he naturally preferred a private one-bedroom apartment, and he
had found a nice one.

	With Brian away at the university, Bryce, Ginger, Gordon, and I
were alone.  They never left our house their first weekend back.
During the following week, Gordon was spending half of the nights
in Bryce's bed fucking his wife while Bryce was in Gordon's bed
returning the favor.   We spent the other nights together having
an erotic foursome with the men first banging my pussy and ass. 
After I had had several orgasms, they switched to Ginger's eager
holes and pleasured her.

	The only time we took a break was to go out to dinner, and even
then, I had to eat my dinner with Bryce's fingers buried in my
pussy while Gordon's were deep inside Ginger's cunt.  Several
times during dinner one of us would arch our back and grind
against the probing fingers as an intense orgasm shot through the
vagina and clit of whichever one of us was climaxing.

	On the drive home, one of the men would drive while the other
guy fucked both of us in the back seat.  After we had emptied his
balls, the men would switch places, and we would empty another
pair of balls.

	By the end of the week, we were all ready to return to our more
normal sexual schedules.

===================================

Thanking Hubby Properly:

	It was a Wednesday afternoon during the last week of August just
before the high school year began.  Gordon came home from his
office at 5:20 PM, which was a little earlier than usual.  As
soon as he came into the kitchen where I was fixing dinner, he
asked, "There's a small foreign car parked in our driveway.  Do
you know anything about that?"

	"Yep.  Fix the salad will you, Darling."

	He immediately began working on the salad so it was a couple of
minutes before I heard what I knew was coming.  "Well?  What's
going on?"

	"Oh.  The car.  We have a guest for dinner."

	"Oh?  Anyone I know?"

	"Nope."

	"How long have you known him?"

	"What?"

	"Just asked a question, Honey.  Since it's someone I don't know,
it must be someone you know.  I just asked how long you've known
him."

	"I know that's what you asked, but it's not a 'him'.  It's a
'her'.  And I've known of her for a couple of weeks, but I just
met her this afternoon.  Her name's Renata Belatsio.  She's from
Argentina.  Now I need to warn you, Honey, her English is only
fair, but I don't think you'll have any problems understanding
her."

	"Argentina, you say?

	"Yep.  She's from Buenos Aires."

	"And her English is only fair?"

	"Yep.  Just fair."

	"And she's having dinner with us?"

	"Yes.  Set the table, Darling.  Three place settings."

	As Gordon set the table, he was still shaking his head in
confusion.  "What am I missing here, Paula?  Why is ... Renata? 
Is that her name?"

	"Yep again."

	"Why is Renata here?"

	"Well, where else would she be?"

	"What?"

	"Where else would she be.  She lives here.  She's a senior
exchange student from Argentina.  They needed a good home for her
stay this next year, so since we've already had a visitor last
year, I didn't think it would be any problem for us to have
another one for the coming year.  I hope that's all right?"

	"Of course it's all right.  How old is Renata?"

	"Oh I checked that very carefully, Honey."

	"And?"

	"And she's old enough, Lover.  She's 18.  We've spent all
afternoon talking about you.  She can't wait to meet you."

	"Old enough for what?"

	"My sexy husband isn't usually this slow on the uptake.  Are you
Ok?  Well, dinner's ready.  She's in her bedroom...same one Brian
used last year.  Why don't you go get her."

	As soon as Gordon walked up the stairs, I sneaked into our
bedroom and hurried into our walk-in closet where the audio and
video pickups were already in operation.  When he entered, my
husband stopped dead in his tracks as soon as he saw the
dark-haired young beauty reclining on the bed.  When she saw him,
she gave him a dazzling smile through her steepled legs.

	"Hi.  I'm Renata.  You must be Mr. Baxter," she said in her
Spanish accent.

	My husband had to struggle to tear his eyes from between
Renata's open thighs.  "Eh... yes.  I'm Mr. Baxter.  But please
call me Gordon.  Since you'll be here for a year, Mr. Baxter is
just too stiff and formal."

	"Good.  I like that.  I call you Gordon then.  Yes?"

	"Yes.  I just came up to tell you that dinner's ready."

	Renata stared openly at my husband, her eyes moving over his
body checking him out. "Thank you.  Is this Ok for dinner... or
must I dress up?  It's only you, Paula, and me... yes?"

	"Yes.  Just us.  Do you usually just wear panties and a top at
home?"

	"Yes... should I wear more?  Do you not like me like this?"

	"No... No.  That's fine.  Shall we go?"

	"Good."  Renata sat up on the edge of the bed, her legs still
open, and said, "I need to put on my shoes, Gordon.  They're
under the chair beside you.   Would you get them for me?"

	My husband knelt beside the chair and got Renata's shoes.  When
he turned toward her, he was staring directly between her open
thighs.  She leaned forward, took the shoes, and then raising
first one leg and then the other, she put them on.  When Gordon
stood up, his erection was obvious.  Renata stared right at it
and smiled again.

	As we were enjoying dinner, Renata said, "I think Gordon even
more handsome than you say, Paula.  He very virile looking and
very masculine.  You a very lucky woman."

	"I think so too, Renata.  Over this coming year, I'm sure you
will find out just how marvelous he really is."

	Turning toward Gordon, she said, "Paula say you are engineer...
Director and Vice President of a big corporation.  She say you
can teach me many things... I not very good in science, but she
say you can help me.  Is true?"

	"I'm sure I can help you, Renata.  Maybe we can set up some
times when you can study and I'll be there to help you when you
need help."

	"Oh yes.  I like that.  Maybe I can teach you some things...
some Spanish or other things... yes?"

	"I'm sure you can, Renata.  Gordon's a very, very quick study."

	Later that night as Gordon and I walked hand-in-hand toward our
bedroom, he asked, "What's going on here, Paula?"

	"I promised I would find a way to reward my magnificent husband.
 I hope you like my choice of rewards."

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