From: rdragon@ix.netcom.com(***)
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: Overnight Guest (MF, cons)
Date: 19 Jul 1996 16:24:26 GMT

			   Overnight Guest
				  by
			      Ryan Holdt

	My wife would kill me if she knew that I had made her age
public but it has a small bearing on what happened to me last week. My
wife, Diane, just turned thirty and she has accumulated a good deal of
anxiety about having reached the "Big Three-Oh" which seems to be the
female mid-life crisis date. In an unusual turn she has seen fit to
change our rather quiet lifestyle around one hundred eighty degrees;
when I bother to complain that I liked our set ways, I am told that I
am "Too young" to understand and that "A shake-up will do us good."

	I am twenty nine; I am not too young and I do understand that
numbers make a difference to almost everyone. I am no exception. At my
age I would like a day job but I accept my growing years with a little
dignity and figure that growing older is a more acceptable than the
alternative.

	We have been going out to bars and clubs, generally hitting
the singles scene, which is what my wife feels "the young people do."
I don't see why she is so worried; Diane is a very attractive, slim
woman and I have been more enchanted by her with the passing of every
year. Oh well.

	The other set of circumstances which led to the interesting
details of last Saturday's events is the fact that my sister Lisa
visits us every summer.

	I like to think that the family ties are that strong but the
fact is that my wife and I live in the same town where my sister and I
grew up and most of Lisa's old high school friends still live here as
well. Lisa is six years my junior and she is earning her Masters in
Marine Biology. Being twenty-three and free from parental ties in my
household leads to a few small parties in the first floor guest rooms
that my sister uses when she visits.

	Last Saturday Lisa had invited one of her friends over for the
weekend and, while Diane tumbled into bed fully clothed, in an
embarrassingly inebriated condition, Lisa and her guest were blasting
rock music and drinking beer (Molsen Ale from the label on the case in
the kitchen).

	Because of my night job, I am used to late hours and so I
passed the time in my bedroom reading while trying to tune out Diane's
gentle snoring and the music issuing from my sister's room. Around
midnight, I was gifted with blessed silence, the music was turned off
and Diane had turned onto her stomach and slept in silence.

	I waited until a quarter after one to take off my clothes,
slip into a robe and head for the downstairs shower in my stocking
feet so that I could rid myself of the cigarette smell from the bar. I
didn't want to wake Diane. The shower upstairs is connected to our
bedroom but the bathroom downstairs is next to the kitchen, away from
the sleeping quarters for guests and I figured that I would stand less
chance of disturbing the quiet household.

	Passing through the kitchen, I saw the empty Molsen case and
shook my head, the whole thing was empty along with two depleted six
pack holders. No lights shone beneath my sister's room's door as I
tip-toed to the bathroom. My sister and her friend were probably as
dead to the world as my wife was, they had soaked up quite a lot of
brew from the looks of it.

	Now, I don't know how it is in your household, but in mine we
have a rule (unspoken mind you, but a rule nonetheless) as follows: if
you use the bathroom, you close the door (and lock it for the most
part). If the door is closed but not locked, you knock before
entering; if the door is open, the room is unoccupied. It is that
simple. So I was overjoyed that the door to the bathroom was open a
bit and that the feeble glow from the night light inside spilled
through into the hall.

	I opened the door and was brought to a halt by the sight of my
sister's friend, Melanie O'Conner, robed as I was, stepping into the
bathtub. We were both surprised to say the least; her back was to me,
she had slipped her robe to her shoulders and had one foot in the tub.

	Before I could back out and close the door, Melanie smiled,
winked at me, dropped her robe and pulled the curtain over, but not
before I caught a glimpse of her statuesque physique. I had seen
Melanie grow from a pre-teen to college graduate, but I had never
realized just how well developed a young woman she had become. Her
cherubic face had always made her seem younger than her years but
coupled with her voluptuous build she was now a truly stunning looker.
The glance I had seen was enough to make my manhood begin to rise.

	The gentle sound of running water came from behind the opaque
curtain, shaking me from my stunned motionlessness. I stepped back to
shut the door when Melanie's head poked out from behind the curtain.

	"Well for goodness' sake get inside and close the door," she
said, pitching her voice just above the noise of the rushing water.
"You're letting in a draft!"

	Titillated beyond belief, I did just that. I locked the door
behind me and moved over to the shower. Melanie reached around the
curtain with one delicate arm, beaded with shower water, to pull my
robe's belt loose.

	"Get out of that old thing and get in here and scrub my back,"
she said with a giggle as she disappeared behind the plastic sheet
once more.

	My shock was only exceeded by my excitement. Slowly I slipped
off my robe and stepped, naked, into the shower.

	"Hi," Melanie perked cheerily as I entered the tub. She stood
facing the slanting pulses of water from the shower head.

	"Hi," I responded automatically as I studied her posterior.

	Melanie had matured into a classic beauty, I could see her
wonderful hourglass figure and generous curves in the faint light. Her
rounded, abundant buttocks, slender waist and graceful shoulders were
splendid to behold.

	I must have stood there and ogled for a time because Melanie
had to prompt me again. She picked up the bar of soap and turned
around. Placing the bar in my hand, she stepped up against me,
stretching her neck to place a quick kiss on my lips. Every sight,
sound and feeling seared its way into my brain. The sight of her
ample, young breasts gleaming wetly in the near dark, her erect, pink
nipples, her bobbed, short brown hair, the way her gently rounded
belly curved down into a triangular thatch of curly hair covering her
Olympus mons made me long to touch her.

	When she stepped up against me, my penis prodded against her
lower tummy, her soft, wet skin pliant and warm against mine. Her
cooler breasts flattened slightly on my chest. Her touch was electric,
almost jolting me into ejaculation. I could smell the beer on her
breath as her sultry lips pressed against mine.

	The touch was brief, only a moment, but it felt to me as
though time had stopped, the instant stretching into an eternity. When
it ended, she turned back to the pelting waters of the shower,
presenting me with her perfect derriere once more.

	`What the hell,' I thought to myself. `Diane said we could use
a shake up.' With that I began to lather Melanie's back, sudsing her
shoulders, working my hands and the slippery soap down her back,
caressing and sensuously cleansing her hips and waist until I bathed
the malleable hemispheres of her tush. I washed and massaged, pressing
my fingers into her supple flesh, caressing her skin, savoring the
feeling of her. I slipped my fingers into the cleft of her fanny and
stroked the warm flesh inside.

	"Mm," moaned Melanie as I fondled her magnificent posterior.

	After a few moments, she turned me around and lathered me as
well. The touch of her small hands delighted me. My penis began to
throb, its entire length was reddish purple, my testicles were pulsing
painfully but, as much as I craved release, I wanted to prolong the
encounter. I had not felt so alive for a long time.

	After a time, those gentle hands turned me round again. She
handed me the soap and with the suds already on her hands, she
scrubbed my hairy chest until she had a bubbly froth. When she spread
her arms in invitation, I gladly reciprocated. I gently spread soap
over her arms, under to her armpits, around the clavicles of her chest
then down her cleavage to her lower ribs, barely touching her
plentiful breasts, prolonging the tension caused by the wonder of what
those bountiful mounds would feel like to my soapy hands. I could wait
no longer, I soaped her breasts in long, slow strokes, gliding my
hands around the delightful swells of mature tissue. Her areoles were
almost nonexistent, contracted around the large projections of her
thick nipples. The feeling was delicious, intoxicating in its own way.

	I worked the soapy water to gentle swelling of her tummy,
sudsing her abdomen, finally daring to work the soap into a foam in
the coiled patch of dark hair between her legs. Melanie spread her
feet in reaction, sliding them to the walls of the tub. I kneaded her
mound, thrilling to the texture of another woman.

	Melanie placed both of her hands upon my wrist and pulled by
hand down between her legs. I freed my other hand by putting the soap
back in its dish; I was done with playing, I wanted to have this girl
in any and every way I could for as long as it would last. I had
kissed other women besides my wife, but I had never been intimate with
anyone other than Diane in my life. I liked our sex together but for
five years it had been relatively monotonous. This was different, it
was exciting and new. This comely young nubile woman was wanton and
brazen. I hoped that she would culminate this act but I was set to
enjoy whatever experience this bestowal would provide.

	Melanie pulled my hand up to cup her young sex, fleecy in my
grasp. I rubbed her back and forth. Melanie closed her eyes and slid
her hands down over mine and pressed my fingers against her, bobbing
up and down. I slid my middle finger into her and she gasped. The
sound sent shivers through me, Diane never made noise when we made
love, the slight expulsion of breath was erotic to my ears. My finger
probed her slick warmth, I trailed my touch along the furrow of her
sex, seeking out the protuberance of her clitoris to fondle and
stroke. She began to clamp her legs together, pressing upwards with
her hands, forcing my finger into the tunnel of her vagina.

	I slipped a second finger into her. Melanie's eyes sprung
open, she opened her mouth as her chest began to heave. Her breasts
pulled taut as she gasped and puffed. She was tight and the friction
of her straining muscles was a sensation. I forced a third finger into
her, aided by the shower's water, the slick soap and the glossy fluid
that secreted from her fissure and was rewarded with an almost comical
look of surprise as her mouth irised into an "O" and her eyes bulged,
her hands gripped my arm and pulled to push me in, then out of her
moist love tunnel.

	I began to pump my fingers in and out of her while using my
thumb to abrade her clitoris. Melanie began to shake and quiver, her
breasts quaking as she moved, the motion of those large, young globes
inflaming my desire.

	"Ugh!" Melanie moaned as she lurched against me, orgasming
from the stir of my touch. Deliberately she dismounted from my
intruding hand and raised my fingers to her lips where she daintily
touched her tongue to taste herself from me. She raised her eyes to
mine, boring into me with her penetrating gaze, reaching up, she
clasped her hands behind my neck and pulled me down to a soul
searching kiss. Her open mouth met mine, I tasted the beer and her own
delicate flavor. Our tongues explored and probed as she pressed her
body into mine. My penis pressed upwards, sliding on the sensitive
flesh of her pelvis, trapped between our bodies.

	I pushed my hips forward, driving my aching fleshy pole into
her, indenting her lower belly with my desire. She broke the kiss and
turned me so that the stinging pelt of the shower head hit my back.
Kneeling before me, Melanie stroked my distended organ gently,
watching it jump at her touch. She cupped my testes in one hand,
grasped the base of my penis with the other and encircled the head
with her sweet, full lips. I could feel the tender pull of her sucking
as her teeth grazed the tip of my penis.

	The feeling was beyond belief! Slowly those pearly whites
raked my spear as her lips engulfed more of my length. She withdrew
only to lick the side of my member. She ducked beneath my organ to
quickly tongue my testicles before licking the other side of my staff.
Then she bit me, she slowly clamped her teeth on the middle of my
penis and flicked me with her tongue.

	The side of her face pressed into my pubic arch as she again
raked my length with her teeth. Facing me once more, Melanie began to
suck and lick the glans, working her mouth and her tongue around, top
and bottom, side to side. She kept at it, driving me into a frenzy of
lust, moving faster and faster, stopping only to finally devour me,
sucking and biting all the while. Never did she release her grip at
the juncture of my root, she would not let me reach fulfillment.

	I had enough. A session of head in the shower, as enjoyable as
it was to me, was not what I hungered for. This impulsive little hussy
had awakened a carnal desire in me and I would settle for no amount of
cock- teasing.

	I grasped Melanie by her upper arms, holding them against her
sides, pressing those young, succulent breasts together, forcing her
nipples forward to point at my chest, and raised her up. The space was
confining, to my frustration there was not enough room until I moved
her against the wall. Pushing her up by her arms against the slippery
wall, I raised her until her nipples were at my eye level. My turn to
entice, so I sucked, bit and licked her full mammaries. It was fast
and furious, I wanted gratification more than anything else in the
world.

	I bent one knee, forcing it between her legs, followed by my
other knee immediately. I propelled her legs apart and lowered her
until my fully engorged penis touched that special juncture of her
limbs.

	"No, no," she panted, but her body belied her words as she
drew up her feet along my legs and pulled her knees away from my body,
flattening herself against the wall, opening herself to me, pressing
her pelvis forward, her furrow sliding along my shaft.

	"Yes," I hissed and lowered her onto me, impaling her with my
penis, entering her nether region until I slid fully into her. Melanie
wrapped her long legs around me as I pistoned into her, sliding her up
and down the tile from my pumping.

	"Wait, wait," she gasped. I slowed my thrusting until with one
final, slow push I was enveloped by her confluence. I waited like
that, water pounding on my back, my body trapping hers against the
wall with my member buried in her near frictionless warmth.

	"I want to watch." So saying, she bent her head down to rest
her forehead upon my shoulder, grasped my biceps with her hands for
support and pushed her hips away from the wall. I moved my arms, one
at a time, under her legs to grasp one rear cheek in each hand, her
lower buttocks resting on my forearms with the end result being that
she looked like a human "C" humped against the bathroom tile. Looking
down, our coupled genitalia were framed by her breasts on one side and
my chest on the other.

	I pushed forward with my arms, watching myself slide out of
her, my full penis pulling her glistening, pink inner lips with my
exit, only for organ to be consumed again as I pushed back into her.
The thought of pulling her inside out then stuffing myself back into
her, spurred me on.

	I must admit that being a voyeur to my own sexual stunts was
the most erotic stimulus in my life. Melanie's heavy breathing and
all-consuming interest suggested to me that she was as enthralled as
I. Suddenly she was clenching me to her with her legs as tight as a
vice, her breathing ragged, arching her back as gurgling noises
escaped from her throat. Her pointy, bright red fingernails dug into
my arms as her legs clenched, released and clenched again, and all the
while her eyes remained fixed upon the sight of our copulation. Her
shuddering orgasm racked her torso thoroughly.

	It was too much for me to endure, this frenzied behavior blew
my libido away and my organ spasmed in orgasm, sending waves of
pleasure pulsing through my body making my legs weak and shaky. I
could no longer sustain the awkward position of supporting the weight
of us both on such slippery footing so I relaxed forward, entering
Melanie with my full length again, our hot, wet bodies pressing
together. I felt the blissful sensation of her lavish breasts
flattening against me. After a time we stood together and kissed.

	We picked up washing where we had left off, taking time to
explore the others' body. We took turns toweling the other off,
fondling and fingering in frank curiosity.

	When we were relatively dry, we slipped on our robes,
Melanie's was a short, white terry cloth which only accentuated her
alluring figure, mine is the long and heavy velour type, something I
joke about being just right for a monk with taste and we exited the
bathroom. I thought that our adventure was at an end but Melanie had
other plans.

	Grabbing my robe by the belt she drew me into the kitchen and
led me to the refrigerator. From its depths she drew two more beers
then she padded on tip toe to the TV room where she had pulled out the
sofa bed to sleep on.

	Setting the beers down on the television she motioned me to be
silent by raising a finger to her lips with her right hand and
indicated my sister's room with her left hand. I didn't need to be
reminded, I certainly did not want to be caught by anyone.

	Without warning, Melanie reached inside my robe and grabbed my
penis. I almost screamed, her hands were COLD! Giggling she shushed
me again and indicated my sister's door. Melanie was undeniably
playful as she taught me a new method of drinking beer. She would pull
a large swig off her bottle then kiss me. We spilled a bit on each
other but drinking from the mouth of this youthful sorceress as we
kissed was sheer joy. The kinky activity combined with the clean
womanly scent of Melanie began to bring my member back to life. When I
began to arise, she turned around and firmly ground her fabulous fanny
into my manhood.

	I whispered in her ear that if she kept up her naughty
behavior that she would get something where she would not be expecting
it. To this she answered by friskily pulling up her robe to expose her
hindquarters as she pressed into me.

	I reached around to open her upper robe to expose and fondle
her impeccable tits while she moved her hands to fumble at the opening
of my robe, baring my erection to her uncovered ass. Slowly I pulled
her robe completely open to examine her form from behind with my
hands.

	Soon I was stroking her silken thighs, caressing her inner
self and feeling the wetness that ensued from her arousal. With one
hand I turned the television set on low volume to mask our sounds,
with the other I fingered Melanie's pussy. Bending forward she reached
down, between her legs to guide my stiff rod into her moist, lecherous
hole.

	From my position I was granted a magnificent view of my
sister's best friend's rump. Melanie slid over me like a well oiled
holster, lubricating me with her body juices, then unexpectedly she
pulled herself off but did not straighten up. Instead she reached
back, pulled her buttocks apart and began to rub her parted anatomy
against me.

	"Fuck me," she whispered, turning her head to look at me over
her shoulder. "Fuck me here."

	I had always wanted to `butt-fuck' a woman, however I thought
that women did not enjoy the act. Here I was being presented with my
bizarre dreams made real. I licked one of my fingers and pressed
against Melanie's anus. She moaned. I pushed my wetted finger into her
a bit, she moaned again and pushed her tush back further. She was not
in the mood for stalling,

	I guided my re-engorged penis to her tight sphincter, gently
pressing its head to her. Melanie pulled her cheeks apart further,
opening her anus a tiny fraction, I pushed forward. The fit was
incredibly tight and I could see that Melanie's fingers were making
red welts in her flesh as she tried to pull herself apart for my
entry. I placed my hands on her hips and slid forward, my lubricated
penis moving into Melanie in tiny increments. I could feel how hot she
was inside, hot and dry, each advancement of my member had to be a
painful experience for her, the pain was etched on her face, her
countenance a grimace of suffering. About half way in I could no
longer just slide forward.

	"More, more," she pleaded in a gravelly whisper.

	I began to rock her back and forth, with each flux I pushed
into her until I was up against her rear end.

	"Fuck me," she said. "Fuck me good, Ryan!"

	Her urgency was pronounced and I began to bang her behind. Her
hole was tight, I could feel her anal muscles contract in an effort to
dislodge me from my ride. The feeling was ecstatic. Melanie released
her posterior to frantically masturbate with both hands, plunging her
fingers into herself, rubbing and stroking with fervor. Within moments
every muscle in her body tensed in orgasm. When I slowly pulled out I
found that I needed to clean myself. I tiptoed to the bathroom and
washed my hard on.

	Melanie joined me to clean herself.

	"I'm not done," I said to her.

	"Oh yes you are," she replied with a mocking smile.

	"Oh no I'm not," and this time I pulled her out of the room
(noticing that she was beginning to walk rather peculiarly), but I led
her to the kitchen, not back to her room. The puzzlement on her face
was plain.

	I picked her fully packed body up and placed her on the small
but heavy oak table in the center of the room. I pushed her to lie on
her back and only opened the lower part of her robe.

	"I eat here every morning," I said. "Now I want a MIDNIGHT
snack."

	With that I lowered my face to her crotch and without preamble
began to lick her. I licked and sucked while holding her legs apart. I
kept up the eating frenzy until her clitoris engorged. When her juices
began to flow I opened her robe fully, laying bare to her perfect
young body and climbed atop her, mounted her and fucked her there on
the kitchen table. It was completely animal, vicious attack which she
consented to. I had no form, I merely pounded my penis into her, using
her, not loving her. I grunted and sweated while watching her breasts
sway and ripple from my assault. I could not believe it when she
arched her back and spasmed again. I had made her orgasm again! The
sight shocked me into orgiastic release as well.

	I collapsed on her, not withdrawing but waiting until my organ
reduced in size, but it did not remove itself of its own accord
either. I lay like that, panting and sweaty for ten minutes before I
realized that Melanie had fallen asleep.

	Picking her up, I carried her in my arms like a babe. I lay
her in her bed and drew the covers over her robe. Sleepily she drew me
in for a final kiss before I turned off the television set and went to
wash up.

	Back upstairs, Diane was still asleep so I slipped as quietly
into bed as I could and fell to slumber.

				* * *

	Sunday found my sister and my wife nursing hangovers. They
left myself and Melanie to our own devices with strict instructions to
leave them alone. Melanie and I flirted and teased and in the
afternoon we snuck into the basement on the pretext of playing darts
only to hump quietly on the pool table.

	Before we parted that night, Melanie whispered in my ear that
she had been wanting to "make love" with me for a long time. I lied
graciously saying that I had been wanting to as well. She also
confided to me that Elaine, a mutual friend of hers and my sister's,
had always held a crush on me and that both Elaine and herself would
be visiting next weekend.

				* * *

	It is Saturday again today. Needless to say Diane has repeated
her cycle of bar hopping and drunk herself into a near stupor tonight.
I just put her to sleep upstairs. Elaine and Melanie are visiting my
sister. They have come to spend the week. My sister had to keep plans
to visit one of her other friends this weekend and begged me to
entertain her visitors tonight.

	How much `shake-up' can a man stand?