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 ï>¿Naked by kathrynmburke

   Naked Pt.  01

   Fanny gets involved with a younger man from work.

   Frances McGuire (she liked to be called Fanny, in spite of the vaguely
obscene overtones of that nickname) would have preferred not to share her
house with her younger sister Margery, but at the moment she didn't seem to
have much choice in the matter.

   Margery had had all kinds of bad luck with men.  On at least two
different occasions she'd languidly carried on a romance for several years
with what seemed like a reasonably presentable man, only to have the guy
ditch her and seek his pleasures elsewhere.  Fanny had to admit that
Margery wasn't the most exciting woman in the world, although physically
she had nothing to complain about; it was chiefly her lack of
self-confidence -"and, perhaps, her general lack of enthusiasm for allowing
men access to her body -"that prevented her from keeping a man.  After her
last disappointment, with a guy named Gerald, Margery seemed so crestfallen
that Fanny had taken pity on her and invited her to stay with her for an
indefinite period.  Fanny had in fact begun to wonder whether, at
forty-two, Margery would ever find a man to call her own.

   Of course, Fanny herself wasn't doing so hot in that department.  At
forty-four, she was two years into a divorce after her husband had run off
with a younger woman -"a much younger woman.  Fanny didn't know whether to
be disgusted by the youth of this little vixen (whoever she was) or by the
tiresomely hackneyed nature of the situation.  Since then, she'd given men
a wide berth -"which is not to say that she wouldn't take up with a
presentable male if he showed up.

   In her career she was doing all right: she was a supervisor at an Amazon
fulfillment center in a small town in Illinois.  The work was hard but more
or less satisfying, and it paid well.  It wasn't exactly the career she'd
envisioned for herself when she graduated from Knox College in Galesburg,
but it could have been worse.

   On a busy Thursday afternoon in early May, Fanny found herself feeling
peckish, so she made her way to the smallish cafÃ(C) (really just a tiny
room full of vending machines stacked with get snacks and munchies, some of
which could be heated up in a microwave) and decided to get an apple
danish, which she planned to have with a cup of coffee.  She didn't notice
the presence of another person until she fetched the danish out of the
microwave and turned around to sit at one of the few tables in the room.

   That was when she saw the young man sitting there.  He'd clearly been
gazing at her backside.

   Fanny prided herself on her self-possession and reserve.  She certainly
wasn't going to let this underling -"he must have been a subordinate,
although he wasn't under her supervision -"get the better of her.

   "I didn't know you were here," she said in an even tone.

   The guy smiled out of one side of his mouth.  "Just admiring the view."

   Was that intended to be a crack -"or even a come-on?  It must have been,
because there were no windows in the room.  Fanny, perhaps thinking of what
her nickname meant when referring to the human (and especially the female)
body, took some pride in her posterior.  She couldn't boast an hourglass
figure, but her wayward husband had praised her apple-cheeked bottom any
number of times -"and, when she let him, did a lot more than praise it.

   Even so, she had no intention of letting this little whipper-snapper
(and he did seem a trifle short for a man -"no more than five foot seven
-"even though he seemed quite muscular, even stocky) get away with what in
some circles might even be considered sexual harassment.

   "Oh, were you?" she said tartly, wishing she could have come up with
something more pungent.

   "I like this view too," he said.

   Now he was really treading on thin ice!  He must have known who she was.
To say nothing of the fact that the guy seemed barely out of college.  And
yet, as he continued to stare without any sense of shame at her generous
bosom, Fanny felt a blush coming over her.

   She boldly sat down at his table.  He didn't seem to be eating or
drinking anything.

   But now Fanny realized she'd failed to get herself some coffee.  She was
about to get up when the guy stood up ahead of her, saying, "Coffee,
ma'am?"

   She admitted defeat, sitting back down.  "All right."

   He poured out two cups from a simmering coffee pot and brought them both
to the table.  As he sipped, his eyes seemed to bore into her -"or, rather,
to canvass her face and figure as a scientist looks at a specimen under a
microscope.  There was just the faintest hint of a smile on his face.

   "You just start here?" Fanny said.

   "A few weeks ago," the guy replied.

   "Do you have a name?"

   "Cliff.  Do you?"

   "Fanny."

   She silently dared him to make fun of her nickname, but he only
continued to stare at her.  After a long pause he said, "I like that name."

   But Fanny wasn't fooled.  She could tell immediately that what Cliff
really meant was: I like the part of your body that that name refers to.

   "Shouldn't you be getting back to work?" she said, doing her best to
sound like a schoolmarm.

   "I'm entitled to a break, aren't I?" he said, his smile broadening as he
sipped his coffee.

   "I suppose so."

   "Anyway, I thought we could get better acquainted sometime."

   Fanny was taken aback.  "What on earth do you mean by that?"

   "I thought," Cliff went on smoothly, "that I might take you out to
dinner."

   Thunderstruck, Fanny cried, "You want to do what?"

   "Take you out to dinner," Cliff said patiently, as if speaking to a
thick-headed classmate in school.  "I know plenty of good restaurants in
the area."

   "What makes you think I want to go out with you?  What makes you think
I'm not married with children at home?"

   "You were married once, maybe for a long time, but you aren't now."

   Fanny thought she was losing hold on reality.  How could this guy
possibly know that?  She asked him that very question.

   "You have a pale spot at the bottom of your ring finger, not to mention
the impress of a ring that was probably there for years.  But there's no
ring now."

   "Very clever, Sherlock.  But why should I go out with you?"

   "You'd get a free meal out of it.  And some nice company."

   "You'd be providing nice company?"

   "I like to think so."

   "Exactly how old are you?"

   "Twenty-four.  Almost twenty-five."

   "Well, I'm forty-four.  So -""

   "You know," he pontificated, "Raymond Chandler married a woman at least
as old as that.  So did Samuel Johnson in the eighteenth century.  Not that
I'm thinking of proposing to you at this moment."

   "How do you know all this?"

   "I studied English at the U of Illinois, you see.  Not much you can do
with that degree, so here I am.  But I have better things in mind for
myself."

   "Glad to hear it."

   In spite of herself, Fanny found herself liking -"or at least being
intrigued by -"this brash, overly self-confident young man.  And she
couldn't help feeling flattered that he wanted to go on a date with her. 
There were plenty of young women at this facility, and yet he'd chosen her.
Maybe that was just happenstance, but she was still tickled by it.

   "Okay, Cliff, you can take me out."

   "Great!  How about tonight?  I know a great Japanese place -""

   "Not tonight.  I have plans."

   "With a guy?"

   "No, not with a guy.  With my sister.  We have to finish up some
leftovers in the fridge.  How about tomorrow?"

   "Sure thing!  How about if I pick you up at your house?"

   Now that was slick!  If she agreed to that, she'd have to give him her
home address.  But what was the harm?

   "Okay." And she told him where she lived.

   He slid out of the chair and, bending down, gave Fanny a little peck on
the cheek.  "See ya tomorrow!"

   She watched him leave.  This guy Cliff really is a piece of work.

   *

   The Japanese restaurant was splendid.  She'd never gone there -"neither
her husband nor her sister cared for Japanese cuisine -"but she found
herself enjoying every course the waitress brought, from miso soup to gyoza
to teriyaki to California rolls to green tea ice cream.

   They managed to tell the basics of their lives to each other.  Fanny
told her she was divorced, which relieved Cliff somewhat (maybe he'd
thought the absence of her wedding ring indicated that her husband had died
on her, or something), and went on to note that her sister was living with
her.  Cliff was living by himself in a small apartment.  He didn't say
anything about his parents and brushed off Fanny's inquiries on the issue.

   She did find a certain wry amusement in Cliff's reaction when she
elaborated on her husband's departure from her life.

   "He went off with a woman barely older than you.  Anyway, that's how old
she was two years ago."

   "What a fool!" Cliff exploded.  "To give up a" -"and here he visibly
smacked his lips -""nice woman like you!"

   She didn't have to read between the lines.  What Cliff meant was: a
tasty morsel like you.

   In fact, for all her experience with men before and during her marriage,
there was something about Cliff's forthright interest in her that
disconcerted Fanny.  For her sins, she'd chosen to wear a dark blue dress
that hugged her figure and, with its scoop neck, showed off a fair amount
of cleavage.  What possessed her to wear such a provocative outfit she
couldn't for the life of her understand, but Cliff's response was
unmistakable.  He peered intently at her chest, now and then licking his
lips -"and not from the succulent Japanese food.  Once, when she went to
powder her nose in the ladies' room, she was convinced he was following her
backside just as he had done in that snack room at Amazon.

   So, as Cliff was driving her back home, Fanny was determined not to
invite this obviously lustful man into the house.  In any case, what would
Margery say?  In the two months since she'd been living with Fanny, no male
had crossed that sacrosanct threshold.  Fanny wryly thought the house was
getting to feel something like a nunnery.

   Fanny was actually trembling a little when Cliff walked her to the front
door.  She hadn't felt so fluttery in a man's presence since she was a
teenager.  For God's sake, what could possibly happen?  This is only our
first date, and I have twenty years on this guy.  There's no way he'd ever
-"

   That was when, as they were standing on the small porch, Cliff kissed
her.

   Cliff was in a bit of luck: he chose to perform the act while holding
Fanny's face in both of his hands and gently placing his lips against hers.
It was the way she'd always loved to be kissed, and it hadn't happened
nearly as often in her life as she would have wished.  What else could she
do but instinctively drape her arms around his neck and kiss back?

   But his hands didn't stay on her face very long.  As he noticed her
kissing back, he first put his hands decorously around her lower back -"and
then, in a single motion, placed one big paw on her breast and another on
her bottom.

   Now this was going too far!  Two days ago she'd not known that Cliff
Patterson existed; and now he was -"

   She tried to wriggle out of his grasp, but the muscular hand on her butt
pressed their bodies closer, and she suddenly felt a large tube-like
protuberance rubbing up against her belly through his clothes.  In spite of
herself she was impressed: men of her own age took quite a lot longer to
get hard than this randy twentysomething.

   Now, aside from sticking his tongue into her mouth, Cliff was clutching
a fistful of her knee-length dress and pulling it up.  The porchlight was
shining down on them, almost like a spotlight on a stage -"or the glaring
bulb of an FBI interrogation.  When Cliff managed to get a hand on her
underwear, Fanny decided things had gone far enough.

   "Jesus, Cliff!" she whispered desperately.  "We can't do this out here!"

   That might have been the wrong thing to say: the clear implication was
that they might be able to do it somewhere else -"namely, in the house.  As
his hand had now pasted itself on one of her butt cheeks, its warmth and
strength -"not to mention the naughtiness of the whole episode -"made her
tingle.

   Fanny McGuire had been celibate for far longer than merely the two
months since her sister had been with her -"it had been closer to six or
seven months.  The idea that an appealing woman like herself could go so
long without a cock in her vagina offended her sense of the fitness of
things.  But now, here was this attractive younger man -"okay, let's admit
it, he could be my son -"expressing an obvious desire to possess her, and
it undeniably bolstered her self-esteem.  But she liked to think that
Cliff's sincere interest in her life and feelings showed he wanted more
than just her body parts.

   Cliff huskily articulated her own thoughts.  "Why don't we go in?"

   "We can't go in," she shot back.  "My sister's at home."

   "The place looks pretty dark to me.  Maybe she's gone to sleep."

   He had a point.  Margery, not having much to do (she did have a job as
director of human resources at a business downtown, but didn't have a wide
range of outside interests), tended to retire early.

   Unable to believe the words were coming out of her mouth, Fanny said,
"Okay, we'll go in.  But be quiet!  We're heading upstairs."

   She fished for her house key in her purse, feeling like a schoolgirl
sneaking a boyfriend into her parents' house.  When they were inside, Fanny
held up a finger to her lips in a needless reminder for Cliff to be silent;
then both of them padded upstairs.

   Margery's bedroom -"one of three on the second floor -"was closed, and
no light was visible at the bottom.  The problem was that Fanny's own
bedroom was right next to it.  She didn't know about Cliff, but she herself
tended to be rather noisy during certain moments of intimacy with a man. 
This was going to be tricky!

   They tiptoed into the bedroom, Fanny closing the door behind them. 
Cliff raised his eyebrows at the largest article of furniture in the room:
a four-poster king-size bed that took up most of the area in the place. 
She and her husband, Neil, had recklessly splurged on it some years back in
a brief period of prosperity.

   Fanny felt a little ridiculous sleeping on one edge of it (always the
right side, as you looked at it from the foot of the bed), leaving a
cavernous space on the other side.  It only emphasized how bereft she was
of male companionship.

   Well, at least for one night the bed would be properly occupied.

   She turned her back on Cliff to undress -"and undertook the task with
unusual care.  Reaching behind herself, she undid the long zipper of the
blue dress and let it fall from her shoulders to the ground.  Then she
unclasped her bra and shimmied out of it.  She'd not been wearing any
stockings on this fairly warm day in May, so now all she had on were her
panties.  After only a moment's hesitation she peeled them off and stepped
out of them.

   Fanny caught a glimpse of herself on the full-length mirror attached to
the bedroom closet.  She had to admit she was a fine figure of a woman.  At
five foot six she was only an inch or so shorter than her prospective
lover. Her breasts were large, firm, and high, their nipples protruding
pertly.  She wasn't exactly svelte, but she felt she carried her weight
well; any number of men had told her, "I like a woman with a little flesh
on her bones." Her wide hips surrounded a swelling mound with thick, dark
pubic hair to match the dark hair of her head; and she took a certain pride
in her shapely, curving bottom -"and she thought she could detect a spot of
red where Cliff's hand had rested on it only moments before.

   But when she turned around, she gasped at what she saw.

   Cliff had undressed in record time, and the figure he revealed was
distinctive.  His short, stocky frame showed an abundance of muscles at his
wide shoulders, robust chest, flat stomach, and stovepipe thighs.  For all
his obvious education, there was something weirdly primitive about his
bearing -"an effect perhaps enhanced by the thick patch of dark fur on his
chest and around his pubic area.  And of course Fanny's eyes gravitated
naturally toward the eight- or nine-inch phallus jutting from his groin,
almost demanding attention from any female in the vicinity.

   She approached him slowly.  Their eyes locked for a moment, but Cliff
made no attempt to embrace her as he'd done on the porch.  As he stood with
legs slightly apart, his unspoken direction to his partner was
unmistakable. He obviously wanted her to fall to her knees and -"

   She sighed inwardly and almost visibly rolled her eyes.  Okay, if your
fragile male ego demands that I put myself in that submissive position,
I'll go ahead and humor you.  And yet, the moment that uncharitable thought
flitted through her mind she felt she was being unjust.  Cliff was simply
expecting his due for the pleasure he was going to give her -"and, not
coincidentally, himself -"in the hours that would follow.

   And so she did kneel down in front of him and, taking that rigid cock
firmly in her hand, put it between her lips.

   Fanny was no expert in deep throat and could only get about three inches
into her mouth; but that seemed enough for Cliff, as he let out a heavy
sigh of satisfaction.  She realized there were some advantages for the
female in this position: after all, she could get a good feel of his
thighs, his loosely hanging testicles, and especially his tight bottom.

   After only a few minutes Cliff lifted her up to a standing position
-"and then he did hold her close.  Not tightly, and not even attempting to
fondle her (although that big warm hand did fasten itself to her bottom
again) -"but the contact of their bodies from head to toe was in some ways
more intimate than any other position could have been.  He kissed her on
her face, neck, and shoulders, gently but ardently.

   And then he extended a hand between her legs and, for the first time,
touched her sex.  It was wet, of course -"wetter than it had been in a long
time.  So much so that, to Fanny's mild embarrassment, her fluid was
leaking out of her and trickling down the inside of her thighs.  Cliff's
stroking was only making those juices flow more copiously, and she was
getting shaky in the legs.

   Oh, did she want to get on that bed!

   Cliff read her mind and led her there, holding her hand like a courtier
accompanying his queen to her bedchamber.  She lay down on her back, and he
followed at once by placing his body on her own.  She thought he was going
to forge right in, but he had other things in mind.  Placing his head on
her chest, he made love to her large, heavy breasts -"kissing them all
over, encircling the nipples with his lips and even nibbling tenderly on
them, and pressing those wondrous globes against either side of his face.
Then he moved down and, leaving a trail of saliva with his tongue, reached
her sex.

   It was wafting a musky aroma, and Cliff did her the honor of inhaling it
deeply as if absorbing an exotic perfume.  He flicked a tongue in the
general vicinity, lapping up some of the juices that were pouring out of
her; then he fastened his lips onto hers -"her labia, that is.  His hands
grabbed her bottom and gave it a good squeeze while his mouth worked gently
but relentlessly to stimulate her.  Fanny found it hard to believe, but as
the minutes passed she became convinced that Cliff was that rarest of men:
one who deliberately chose to postpone his own pleasure to give pleasure to
his lady.

   Well, she was happy to oblige!  After ten or fifteen minutes of diligent
licking, sucking, and nuzzling, her climax suddenly burst over her.  She
had to bite her lips to prevent herself from crying out in a shriek of
delight; even so, tight little mewing sounds, like a cat in heat, emerged
from her throat and accompanied the quieter sounds of Cliff's continued
lapping.  She clutched the sheets with spasmodic hands as the orgasm caused
her whole body to shake as if she was being electrocuted.

   Cliff went on for minutes, realizing that her sensations could be
prolonged almost indefinitely.  At last she had to push his head away,
curling into a ball as the remnants of her paroxysm still sent shudders
through her.

   "Holy cow!" she whispered, looking over to Cliff in a kind of awe. 
"That was incredible!"

   "Glad you liked it," he said, adding smugly, "I aim to please."

   Fanny knew it was now her turn to please, so she obediently uncurled
herself and lay flat on her back, spreading her legs.  For a while Cliff
just admired the image of this woman ready and eager for copulation.  Then
he climbed on top of her and stuffed his cock into her pussy.

   As he plowed into that orifice, Fanny felt the heady sensation of being
filled by a man.  It had been way too long!  And even though this young man
could easily have been her son, she welcomed his invasion of her body.  He
got into a good rhythm, pumping relentlessly as he showered her face with
kisses and used his hands to probe all the parts of her body that he could
reach -"her breasts, her back, her thighs, her bottom.  Touchingly, he also
gave her cheeks some gentle strokes to show that his interest in her was a
lot more than purely physical.

   He came effortlessly and copiously, pouring a large quantity of his seed
deep in her while groaning softly into her ear.  She received his emission
gracefully as the fitting tribute to her own desirability.

   When he eased out of her, he pulled her on top of himself as he landed
on his back.  His continued kisses and caresses made it very clear that
this lovemaking session was far from over.  And she was fine with that. 
She wanted the intimacy to go on as long as he could manage: she could
certainly carry on almost indefinitely.

   But when, after some particularly diligent massaging of her bottom, he
whispered into her ear, "Do you like it in the butt?" she gave him a sharp
look.

   "There are women," she said evenly, "who would throw you out of bed for
a question like that.  But, my man, this is your lucky day: I do."

   He grinned.  "That's great!" And with that, he tossed her off of himself
and got up.

   "Where are you going?" she said, vaguely alarmed.

   He looked back at her as if she were an innocent virgin.  "We're gonna
need lube, darling?  You don't want me to do this without lube, do you?"

   As he headed toward the door, she hissed in alarm, "You're going out
like that?"

   He cracked a smile.  "I'm sure no one's around."

   Since Cliff returned to the bed in under a minute, Fanny assumed her
sister hadn't caught a glimpse of her naked lover.

   He was clutching a little tube of moisturizer -"the only lube he could
spot in a hurry.  She held out her hand for it, but he kept it away from
her.

   "I'll put it on," he said blandly.

   A little shiver went through Fanny.  Gee!  she thought.  Not a lot of
men have put their fingers in me back there.

   But she endured the procedure bravely enough.  She was about to get on
her hands and knees, but he instructed her to remain flat on he stomach.

   As he climbed on top of her, draping his entire body over hers, she
warned, "Hey, guy, go easy, okay?  It's been a while since I've done this."

   "Your wish is my command," he said.

   But even though he did go in cautiously, pretty soon he was tunneling
into her in a way that made her eyes widen with surprise and a bit of pain.
At the same time, he wrapped his arms around her and seized her breasts,
and she suddenly realized why he'd wanted her to stay in a prone position.
With his cock pounding her almost to its limit, she was truly and royally
corked.  She couldn't help emitting soft little grunts with each thrust.

   Presently he slipped a hand down to her sex and began stroking it.  Oh,
man, was he good!  But the triple stimulation -"pussy, bottom, breasts
-"was almost too much for her, and she lapsed into a kind of ecstatic coma
as her whole body seemed to be undergoing a mild jolt of electricity.  And
when he came, again pouring a large quantity of his seed into her, she had
to bury her face in the pillow so that she wouldn't scream as her own
shuddering orgasm washed over her.  It seemed to go on for ages, helped by
his continued fondling of her clitoris long after his own emission had
ended.

   And when he pulled out, she felt an appalling sense of vacancy that
almost stupefied her.  Never before had she realized how natural and
fitting it is for the female body to be filled by a man.

   Once more he retreated naked to the bathroom to wash up.  That's
because, as she dimly sensed, he still wasn't finished.  After some
recovery and cuddle time, he said he wanted to do sixty-nine.  He
charitably allowed her to be on top, and she got into position, her face in
front of his phallus.  Somehow it looked immense from this close proximity,
and she had to lift her head to get it into her mouth.  She had never been
particularly good at deep throat, but her ministrations on the first two or
three inches of his cock seemed enough for him.  Meanwhile, he was lapping
up her juices -"both his and hers -"as they leaked out of both orifices,
bringing on several climaxes before his third orgasm filled her mouth with
his emission.  She dutifully swallowed it.

   Dizzy and exhausted, Fanny hoped they were finished.  Granting the
twenty-year age difference between herself and Cliff, she had to admit that
he could probably have outlasted her in the sexual struggle.  But he
magnanimously decided it was also time for sleep, and they both fell into a
kind of drugged slumber.

   In the morning, she was dimly aware that he was climbing out of bed.

   And she also noticed that he was again wearing nothing.

   When his hand grabbed the doorknob, she said sharply, "What do you think
you're doing?"

   He gazed back at her blandly.  "I'm hoping to find some coffee
downstairs.  I'll make it myself if it's not already made."

   She frowned in disapproval.  "You're going out like that?"

   "Well, of course." He looked at her as if nothing else was even
conceivable.

   "You do realize that there's another female in this house."

   He cracked that crooked smile again.  "Well, I guess she'll have to get
used to it."

   Fanny fell back in a kind of frustrated despair.  It wasn't many moments
before a timid little scream from downstairs signaled to her that she'd
have to intervene.



   Naked Pt.  02

   Cliff finds Fanny's sister Margery a tempting morsel.

   When, struggling into a nightgown, Fanny trudged down to the kitchen,
she saw exactly what she expected.  Cliff was at the counter, pouring out a
large helping of coffee into a mug while poor Margery -"who may or may not
have known of Fanny's overnight visitor -"was cowering in a corner. 
Wearing only a nightgown herself, she was covering her breasts and pubic
area with her hands, as if she and not this male intruder was the naked
one.

   "Fanny!" she cried desperately.  "Who is this?"

   "Who do you think it is?" Fanny said with a sigh.  "My, um, companion
for the night."

   Margery continued to gawk at Cliff as he sat down calmly at the kitchen
table.

   "Cliff," Fanny said, looking down at him severely, "do you really have
to go around naked?"

   "I don't care to wear clothes in the house," he said with unusual
precision.

   "That's obvious.  But there are other people here who, shall we say, may
not be keen on seeing everything you have to offer."

   "I'm not ashamed of my body."

   "Okay, fine, but -""

   Suddenly he leaped up.  "Hey, how about some breakfast?" he cried.  "I'm
starving!" He opened the refrigerator and began pulling things out -"a box
of eggs, a package of bacon, some butter.

   "You're going to make breakfast?" Fanny said.  "Like that?"

   "I'm pretty good at it," he said smugly.

   Fanny didn't know if he meant, "I'm pretty good at making breakfast," or
"I'm pretty good at making breakfast naked."

   Shaking her head, she sat down.  Margery, for her part, couldn't take
her eyes off the naked man.  Slowly and carefully she sidled over to the
table and sat down at it.  She seemed fixated by Cliff's backside as he
stood at the stove and began whipping up a fine weekend breakfast.  Every
now and then she gave her sister a look of incomprehension, to which Fanny
just replied with a baffled shrug of her shoulders.

   When the eggs, bacon, toast, and roasted potatoes (which Cliff had found
in the freezer) were ready, he doled them out onto three plates and
presented them with the elegance of a skilled waiter as he placed them down
in front of the two women.  Then he sat down himself and began shoving the
food into his mouth.

   With his naughty bits now largely hidden under the table, a certain
semblance of normality prevailed.  But, even as Cliff peppered Margery with
nosey questions about herself, Fanny felt a sense of the unreality of the
situation.  What exactly had she gotten herself into?  Was this young
exhibitionist for real?  Or was he just being bold and sassy in the company
of two middle-aged ladies?

   In a way, it turned out that Cliff was right when he'd said that Margery
(and, by implication, Fanny herself) would "get used to" his nudity.  With
the passing of weeks, he was over at the house more and more, cuddling up
to Fanny as they engaged in all manner of bodily permutations.  They seemed
less and less inclined to be quiet about their activities, and the next
morning they encountered a blushing Margery who, in her prudish way, was
resolutely determined to pretend that nothing was actually happening.

   As Fanny became more comfortable with Cliff in her bed, she pondered on
the nature of the relationship.  Their twenty-year age difference made it
unlikely that this would be a long-lasting affair: she just couldn't
envision marrying this sex-obsessed young man, and he didn't seem to think
this was anything but an entertaining roll in the hay with a supremely
appealing older woman.  And that was fine with Fanny: it was all helping to
raise her self-esteem after her no-good husband had ditched her.

   One night, as they were snuggling after some energetic vaginal and anal
sex, Cliff directed his attention toward Fanny's sister.

   "So," he said, twirling his lover's nipple with delicate fingers, "what
gives with Margery?"

   "What do you mean?" Fanny said, as little jolts of pleasure surged
through her.

   "I mean, how long is she going to stay here?  Doesn't she have a life of
her own?"

   "You don't like her being here?"

   "I didn't say that.  It's not my call to make.  Anyway," he added with a
chuckle, "she seems to be getting a kick out of seeing a naked man
wandering around the house."

   "I'm not sure 'kick' is the word.  I actually think she's kind of
freaking out about it, but somehow she's convinced herself that it's
nothing out of the ordinary."

   "Doesn't she go on any dates or anything?"

   "Cliff, she's still traumatized over her last love affair, which blew up
in her face.  She's told you herself she's not had good luck with men."

   "There's no reason why that should be.  She's really a piece!"

   Fanny didn't appreciate the way Cliff was talking about her sister. 
"Oh, you find her attractive?"

   "Who wouldn't?  She has curves in all the right places."

   "Maybe, but she's a bit on the timid side.  And I think sex makes her
nervous."

   "Some men like that.  You know what they said in the Middle Ages: 'my
cold, cruel lady fair.'"

   "I wouldn't call her cold.  I think there's a lot of passion in there
somewhere.  It's just a bit buried -"she seems afraid of expressing herself
in that way."

   "Well, that's silly."

   "Sure it is, but that's just the way she is."

   "Maybe I can change that," Cliff said slyly.

   "Oh, you want to make a move on her?" Fanny said tartly.  "Well,
actually, you could do far worse.  Maybe that's exactly what she needs."

   "You're giving me permission?"

   "Sure, what do I care?  I mean, you don't want to be nasty or violent or
anything like that.  I'm sure she wouldn't care for that."

   "I'd never do that to a woman."

   "Glad to hear it.  Well, if the opportunity presents itself, my man, go
for it."

   The opportunity presented itself sooner than anyone expected.

   One Saturday morning, Cliff came downstairs -"naked as always -"to find
Margery at the kitchen sink, cleaning up some dishes that had been left
there from the night before.  It was a fine, sunny morning in late May, and
the sun was pouring in through the several windows in the room -"and those
rays of light seemed to be focusing on the lovely, shy woman dutifully
washing dishes, wearing nothing but a long, sheer nightgown that, in the
bright sunlight, revealed every outline of Margery's luscious body.

   Cliff's eyes widened as he took in the sight, and something else
happened too.  In spite of his plowing into Fanny several times the night
before, he got hard.

   Margery didn't seem to notice his entry into the room, as her back was
to the door that led from the kitchen to the dining room and the rest of
the house.  Cliff walked stiffly over to the forty-two-year-old woman and
wrapped his arms around her chest to cup her breasts in both hands, while
he rubbed his rampant cock between the cheeks of her bottom.

   She gasped at the touch, but seemed determined to continue with her
work. Cliff could see her blushing crimson, desperately trying to pretend
that nothing was happening.

   Cliff found those breasts ripe as melons and deliciously firm and round;
and now he could feel their nipples hardening at his touch.  He nuzzled her
neck and shoulders, saying, "Margery, you're so beautiful."

   Margery was now screwing up her face and biting her lips to prevent
herself from crying out; but Cliff could tell she was enjoying his
attentions.

   With one hand now taking hold of both breasts, he slid the other hand
down her front and lifted the nightgown up to her waist.  She was wearing
nothing underneath.  Then, for the first time, he took hold of her sex.

   Margery let out a little squeal, but continued her dishwashing.  Cliff
could feel the soft, delicate hairs of her bush and the thick, fleshy
labia, now pouring out their juices so that they were trickling down the
insides of her thighs.  Then he used a thumb to stroke her clitoris -"and
that made her cry out almost as if she was being choked.

   Cliff reached out to turn off the water from the faucet and made Margery
give up her frantic washing: the moment had come when she needed to devote
all her attention to being pleasured.  And she did: clutching the counter
with both hands, she relished Cliff's fondling of her pussy and his
increasingly vigorous rubbing of his cock against her butt.  In minutes she
was crying out sharply as a sudden orgasm overwhelmed her.  Shivers coursed
through her body, and a few tears leaked out of her eyes.

   Cliff held on to her pussy as he extracted the final remnants of ecstasy
from her clitoris.  Then, after letting her rest a little, he turned her
around.

   Seizing her nightgown at the shoulders, he pulled it down and let it
fall to the floor.

   The naked form she revealed was heavenly.  Those lovely breasts -"almost
looking as if they had been sculpted by some master artist -"led to a cute
little round tummy, swelling hips, that exquisite little mound around her
delta, and strong thighs and calves.  She was almost the same height as
Cliff, so he knew he could easily move on to the next stage of the
procedure.

   He wrapped his arms around her and, in a single swift motion, stuffed
his cock into her vagina.  She gasped again at the sensation: it had been
several months since she'd accommodated a man's member into herself, and in
some strange way she felt almost virginal as this gorgeous young man filled
her up.  He kissed her face, neck, and shoulders as he also stroked her
back and bottom.  For her part, she first threw her arms around his neck,
but then found his bottom too irresistible to ignore; and so she let one
hand drop down his back until she'd taken hold of one of his strong butt
cheeks and gave it a good squeeze.

   Cliff was pounding her vigorously as they both stood at the kitchen
sink. With his back to the door, he couldn't see what was happening
elsewhere in the room; but Margery, her head resting on Cliff's neck,
could.

   Fanny had wandered into the room.

   She stood stock-still as she watched her lover and her sister in the
throes of copulation.  Her initial shock gave way to a knowing smirk, as
she thought to herself: Well, Cliff is as good as his word: he said he'd be
going after Margery, and now he has.

   Margery was gawking open-mouthed at Fanny as Cliff exploded in her,
grunting like a bear as he filled her vagina with his discharge.  Her hand
remained fastened to Cliff's butt as he pumped all his seed into her.  And
when he pulled out, Margery gave a little scream of embarrassment, bent
down to pick up the nightgown that had fallen to the floor, and,
desperately covering herself as best she could, ran out of the room.

   Cliff turned around and saw Fanny gazing at him.  Both of them noticed
that his cock was dripping with both his juices and some of Margery's.  He
grinned sheepishly.

   "That was quite a performance," Fanny quipped.

   "You told me I could -""

   "Yes, yes, I know."

   "So you're not peeved?"

   "No, I suppose not.  I guess you've done your good deed of the day."

   "I wouldn't say that.  This was what people call a quickie.  But don't
think Margery didn't have fun too!  I, um, made her come first."

   "Good boy.  Now, while you make breakfast, I'll have a little
heart-to-heart talk with my sister."

   Fanny padded back upstairs, where she found Margery standing stark naked
in the bathroom, splashing water between her legs to clean herself up. 
When she saw Fanny staring at her, she gave a little yelp and covered
herself with her nightgown, which had been hanging on a hook on the inside
of the door.  Fanny rolled her eyes at her sister's bashfulness.  For God's
sake, I must have seen you naked thousands of times! -"although perhaps not
as an adult.

   "When you're ready," she said, "let's have a chat."

   Fanny stalked over to Margery's bedroom, which had always vaguely
irritated her by being almost excessively feminine in its furnishings: all
manner of frilly lace curtains and cute pillows on the bed, the overall
dÃ(C)cor being overwhelmingly pink.  She sat down on a corner of the bed,
and presently Margery trudged in, as if to receive a scolding from an irate
parent.

   Fanny tried to put her at ease with a smile.  "So," she said, "you and
Cliff."

   Margery did something startling.  With a horrible cry she fall to her
knees in front of Fanny and placed her head abjectly in her lap, throwing
her arms around her hips.  She started blubbering uncontrollably while
choking out the words, "Fanny, I'm so sorry!"

   "Oh, for the love of Mike!" Fanny said impatiently, taking her sister's
head in her arms and prying it off of her lap.  "Stop this at once!  Don't
trouble yourself about what happened.  I actually wanted Cliff to do it."

   Margery gazed up at her sister in wonder.  "You -"you did?"

   "Sure.  I thought you -"" She stopped abruptly.  I guess it wouldn't be
nice to come right out and say, "You needed a good fuck." "I thought you
could use some comfort.  Cliff's good at comforting women."

   In spite of herself Margery coughed out a laugh.  "I'll say he is.  But
-"but he's your boyfriend!"

   "He's not my boyfriend," Fanny said bluntly.  "He's more like -"what's
the word? -"a boytoy.  I sleep with him.  He entertains me that way.  And
maybe that's enough for now."

   "I think he's rather sweet."

   "Well, I suppose he is.  Although he can also be a bit irritating."

   "I like him."

   "Glad to hear it.  You seem to have a fondness for his, um, posterior."

   "He has a nice butt."

   "That he does.  But the point is, I think he wants a bit more of you
than what just happened."

   Margery blushed from the base of her neck to the top of her head.  She
sure was one for blushing!  A schoolgirl couldn't have done it any better.

   "Wh-what do you mean?" she whispered.

   "You know exactly what I mean.  He's very keen on giving women the
-"well, let's call it the full treatment.  Are you ready for that? 
Tonight, maybe?"

   "Tonight?" Margery squeaked.

   "Yes, tonight.  I'll warn you that he'll keep you busy for several
hours."

   "Omigod," she said, now turning pale.  "But -"but he was doing a lot
with you last night."

   "Oh, you heard us, eh?  Well, Cliff seems to have remarkable powers of
regeneration.  I guess that comes of being a young man of twenty-four."

   "I don't know if I'm up for it, Fanny."

   "That doesn't matter, as long as he's up for it!" Fanny said, laughing
loudly at her own feeble witticism.  "Anyway, I hope you're ready for what
he has in mind."

   "What would that be?"

   "Do I really have to spell it out for you?  Let's start with some
basics. I take it you like putting a man's thing in your mouth."

   "Sometimes."

   "Sometimes?"

   "Well, Fanny, I don't want him, you know, squirting in my mouth."

   "I don't care all that much for that either, although I'll endure it if
the guy really wants it.  But I meant sucking a guy's cock just as
foreplay."

   "Sure, I like that."

   "And you like to be on the receiving end of oral sex?"

   The blush again.  "Yes."

   "Fine." Fanny heaved a big sigh.  "There's one other thing he likes that
you'd better be prepared for . . ."

   The rest of the day, Margery was in a state of almost uncontrollable
nervous excitement.  Fanny, noticing her agitation with a smile, figured
that was what happens to a woman when she knows she's going to be on her
back -"or perhaps in other strenuous positions -"that night.  She could
hardly eat anything at dinnertime, glancing furtively at the ever-naked
Cliff and no doubt running through her mind the many and complicated ways
in which his organ might penetrate her various orifices in a matter of
hours.  The three of them watched a movie that evening, but Margery
couldn't remember a single scene of it afterwards.

   When it was over, around 10 p.m., Fanny cheerfully announced, "Okay, you
two, time to head upstairs."

   Margery once again blushed furiously and looked down at her lap.  Cliff,
standing up in front of her, extended a hand and said gallantly, "Shall we
go, my lady?"

   Margery placed a hand in his and allowed herself to bed led upstairs. 
Fanny watched them with the approval of a mother indulging teenage lovers.

   As soon as the couple was in the master bedroom -"which Fanny had
generously given to them for the night -"Margery fell to her knees in front
of Cliff and, taking hold of his semi-hard member, stuffed it in her mouth.

   Cliff was caught off-guard.  "Hey, hey, easy there, Margaret!  Don't be
in such a rush."

   "Sorry," she muttered even as she kept his cock in her mouth.  Then
began diligently licking and sucking it.  She did like this procedure, and
she especially liked cupping a man's testicles in her hand.  What a
strange, achingly delicate little sac it was!  And yet, that's the awesome
source of male potency, isn't it?

   After a few minutes Cliff lifted her up and held her close.  One of his
favorite things about sex was merely holding a woman in his arms, their
mutual nudity sending tingles over all the parts of their bodies wherever
they touched.  And Cliff found in Margery's curvy fleshiness a curious
sense of innocence, almost as if she was a virgin.  He of course knew of
her various past relationships, but they seemed to have left her untainted,
and she still came across as pure and unsullied, like Venus rising up from
the sea on her half-shell.

   He led her to the bed, and after placing her on her back he first paid
serious attention to her magnificent breasts, large and firm and round,
their nipples standing pertly erect as if just waiting for a man's lips to
encircle them.  He did that, even nibbling a bit at them, eliciting squeals
of pleasure from his partner.  Then, leaving a little trail of saliva down
her chest, stomach, and abdomen, he focused on her fragrant sex, where the
juices were already flowing copiously.  Margery was sometimes embarrassed
at how wet she got -"it made her feel like a "wanton." Cliff sensed that
her dripping pussy was a sign of pent-up emotions crying for release -"and
he intended to help her do just that.

   He was struck by how her pussy tasted -"so different from her sister's.
Could it be that all women taste different?  Anyway, Margery's labia and
clitoris were fat and succulent, and as he grabbed her bottom with
energetic hands he licked and kissed and nuzzled to his heart's content
-"and, apparently, to Margery's too, for in a surprisingly short time she
was clutching the bedsheets spasmodically as she let out almost a shriek of
orgasmic delight.  Cliff knew that this was the most delicate moment in a
woman's climax: he eased up a little but didn't let up, continuing to use
lips and tongue to stimulate her and extend the sensation to its limits. 
Minute after minute passed as Margery thrashed and quivered, her tongue
sticking out of her mouth and funny little choking sounds coming out of her
throat.

   As Cliff finally stopped, he looked up and saw Margery's face beet-red.
This was no blush; it was the intense expression of pure physical ecstasy.
He climbed up her body, gazing down benevolently at her as he prepared to
enter her; but he made sure to give her a bit of a rest before doing that,
knowing that penetration can also be an intensely powerful feeling for a
woman, just as it is for a man.

   When he did plunge into her, Margery instinctively wrapped her legs
around his hips, allowing him to forge all the way in.  This was an even
more exquisite fusion of their bodies than the unexpected coupling that
morning, and Margery gave way to the moment by returning Cliff's passionate
kisses and wrapping her arms around his neck and shoulders.  His thrusts
were powerful, relentless, even a tad painful; but Margery accepted every
one as the sincere testament of his affection.  And when he sent his seed
into her, she received it with a sense of pride that she had coaxed such an
outpouring of passion from this incredible young man.

   Both partners were convinced this was only the beginning.  It was as
they were resting, Margery lying on top of Cliff as he lay on his back,
that she said shyly into his ear:

   "Do you want to go into my bottom?"

   Cliff, who had in fact been massaging that part of her anatomy, paused
for a moment.  "Oh, Margery, we don't have to do that."

   She felt a stab of disappointment.  Almost choking up, she said, "Why
not?  Don't you want to?"

   "Have you done it before?"

   "No, but -" Well, Fanny said you liked it."

   "I do like it.  But it's not for everyone.  A lot of women don't care
for it at all.  And most of them find it pretty painful the first time."

   "I can take it!" she cried, feeling vaguely insulted.  "I'm not a
weakling."

   "I'm sure you're not, but -""

   "Well then, let's do it!"

   Cliff sensed that her insistence came from a number of sources -"not
least of which was sibling rivalry.  He was sure she was thinking: If Fanny
can do it, so can I!

   "Okay, dear, we'll do it," he said.  "I have to get some lube."

   He gently removed her from her position on top of himself and slid off
the bed.  Naturally, he walked out of the room naked.  Coming back in short
order, he returned to the bed holding a tube of moisturizer in his hand.

   It was only now that Margery got a little nervous.  "Are you going to
put it on?"

   "It's easier for me to do it."

   With a shiver she flipped over onto her stomach, as if she were lying on
an operating table.  She actually bit her tongue as Cliff applied the stuff
to her area, but she also giggled at the cool, wet feel of the moisturizer.
She was about to get on her hands and knees, but he told her to lie flat on
her stomach.  Somehow he sensed that this might be a little less painful to
her.  She was a newbie at anal sex, after all!

   He draped himself over her prone body, his legs outside her own.  But
try as he might to enter her gently, she let out a huge gasp when he was in
only an inch or two.  And, as so often happens, she instinctively tightened
her sphincter, making further entry difficult -"and painful for both. 
Cliff had to massage her bottom several times, whispering, "You gotta
relax, dear," before her muscles finally loosened up.  Then he suddenly
went in nearly all the way, causing Margery's eyes to widen and her jaw
drop in surprise.  And yet, incredibly, she didn't seem to be in all that
much pain.

   He got into a good rhythm, wrapping his arms around her chest and
seizing her breasts, while she lapsed into a kind of pleasant daze.  She
felt utterly helpless, totally at his mercy; but that didn't bother her,
and she somehow felt a wave of comfort descend upon her.  Even if her
bottom was experiencing a bit of a throbbing sensation with Cliff's
repeated thrusts, she felt warm and protected -"the quintessential female
under the firm but tender control of the quintessential male.  Her body was
a vessel for his passion, but she was feeling passion too.

   And, as his hand slipped down her front and latched onto her sex, she
sensed that she would reach the desired culmination just as much as he
would.  And so it happened: their mutual orgasms caused both of them to
thrash and shake and tremble and moan uncontrollably.  He almost slipped
out of her, but clutched her more tightly as he emptied his discharge into
that cavity of hers for the first time.

   He actually wouldn't have minded him staying in her a little longer, but
he pulled out and trotted off to the bathroom to clean up.  She remained
lying face down, languidly thinking of how rare it was that any of her
(few) previous lovers had managed two climaxes in a single session.  So
both he and she must be something special!

   But even this wasn't the end.  After suitable rest, they engaged in a
long, dreamy episode of sixty-nine that elicited two more climaxes out of
Margery before his cock exploded in her mouth, its foamy emission falling
on her tongue and then slipping thickly down her throat.  After that, there
was a final coupling in the tried and true missionary position, which
lasted more than half an hour.  Margery wasn't even certain that Cliff
could come again, and didn't care: the melding of their bodies and souls
had achieved its apex.  But he did send his fourth discharge into her at
last, and only then did they collapse in sleep.

   The next morning, Margery traipsed happily downstairs to find her sister
sipping coffee in the kitchen.

   Fanny gazed up at her.  "You look chipper this morning."

   Margery's characteristic blush suddenly appeared.  "We, um, well -""

   "Had a nice time?"

   "The best!"

   "Good to know.  He's obviously taken a shine to you."

   "I just don't believe it!"

   "Why?"

   "Oh, Fanny, I'm just so -"so ordinary!  No man has ever responded to me
that way."

   "You're not ordinary in the least.  You have all sorts of luscious
curves that any man would salivate over."

   "Fanny, really!"

   "And you have more than that.  A sweet temper, unlike me."

   "You're sweet too!"

   "Look, I've never pretended to be.  But I think I have other virtues."

   "It seems Cliff likes both of us." She paused uncertainly.  "Is that
really okay?  I mean, how are we going to -""

   Well, I figure we'll share.  Three nights a week for you, three nights
for me.  And on the seventh night, maybe we can give him a little rest and
leave him alone.  Even he might not be up to doing us every single night."

   "You wanna bet?"

   "Actually no, I don't.  I'll probably lose that bet.  But let's try it
and see what happens."