SUMMER AWAKENING

BY DL TASH

Chapter 1

I couldn't quit staring at her magnificent ass.

It was round and full, and the tiny cutoffs she wore just made it all the more more desirable. The frayed edges of the fabric caressed her, and the crease of her ass cheeks, where her butt met her thighs, were fully and wonderfully exposed.

Her thighs were tanned and strong, not slender but well rounded and sexy. And where her thighs met, the tiny bit of material that was the crotch of her cut-offs was insufficient to cover her dark haired pussy lips. They poked out around the material, inviting closer inspection.

She obviously was not wearing panties.

I had looked up from where I was pricing plumbing fixtures and there she was, bending forward to look at light switches, her ass on display for me.

Then she turned around and I almost fell over. I was looking at her ass originally, so now I was looking right at her cunt. Well, at least at her cut-offs, which only made the show more interesting. Even though she was a big girl, she wore hip huggers, so low cut you could see the beginning of pussy hair over their waistband. I looked up and saw breasts, not the hint of breasts, but the entire underside of her very full breasts, exposed by the very short midriff baring top she wore.

The top was cotton, thin white cotton. Her nipples were dark shadows under the material. Her belly was not flat, but curved down, with a sexy roundness before her pants started. Her navel glinted with the gold ring that pierced it.

Finally I looked at her face. I know a lot of women would be pissed off: I was staring at her body, like she was on display.

But she was smiling. Her brown hair was mussed, and she wore no makeup, but those big brown eyes and full red lips didn't need makeup. Her face was almost cherubic and sweet, but her brown eyes had a knowing glint that was anything but cherubic.

She looked me over as carefully as I had examined her, then smiled, a very inviting smile.

"Can you help me, please?" she asked.

"Sure," I said, getting up. My cock was so hard it caught in my pants as I rose. I didn't dare adjust it, so I ignored the pain as I walked over to her.

"What's the difference between these switches?" she asked. "My bedroom switch is burned out, and I need a new one."

"Is this the only switch that turns on the lights, or is there more than one?" I asked her. I was trying to do my job, but the musky smell of her warm flesh in the summer heat was making that hard to do.

"Just one," she said. "I'd like one of those switches that is easy to use, not the ones that click when you turn them on."

She was certainly turning me on. I turned to take a silent switch off the rack for her when I felt her hand at the waistband of my pants. I stood in thrilled shock as her hand slid inside the front of my pants, sliding down to find my hard cock. Her fingers found the shaft and she pulled it upward, releasing the painful pressure I had been feeling.

Her thumb found the head of my penis and slid around the wet surface of it, then she slid her hand up and out of my pants.

I turned and looked down at her. She was smiling up at me.

"You looked uncomfortable and somehow, I felt I was to blame."

She stepped into me, pushing those marvelous breasts against my arms.

"I didn't want you to be uncomfortable," she said. He tongue came out to lick her lips wetly and I almost came.

"Um, I think this switch is what you need," I told her, giving her the package.

"That's not all I need," she said as she took it from me, looking right into my eyes. "I need someone who knows what they are doing, to put it in for me and make sure it works."

It was obvious she was not talking about the light switch. I swallowed hard. I was just doing this for the summer, working in the local Home Center to make a few bucks for college. And this was only my third day.

"I know a lot about electricity," I told her.

She took the hand I had just given her the package with and slid it down over her breast, hot and sweaty and soft though the worn cotton fabric of her top. She moved it on her nipple and I could feel it rising up against my flesh.

"I'm sure you do," she said. "What do you know about plants?"

I shrugged. "I'm not an expert," I told her. "What do you need to know?"

She stepped a little away, and I remembered to breath. She smiled invitingly at me.

"I have a hole, and I'm looking for something to fill it," she said. "Could you help me?"

She turned and headed out the doors to the garden center and I followed, watching that delicious ass undulating as she walked. She turned back at me and winked, knowing I was enjoying the view.

It was hot outside, despite the shade cloth overhead. She didn't head toward the plants, which were in front, near the registers.

Instead, she turned and headed in back, where the potting soil and manure and wheelbarrows and tools were on tall free standing shelf units. It was a maze back here.

There was a small barn in the corner, a built version of the kits we sell. She ducked inside.

I followed.

She was already sitting in the barn. She was on her butt on the plywood floor, her legs widely spread and her knees bent. I could see the dark hair of her pussy lips pushing out around her tiny cut-offs.

"Come on in and close the door," she said.

I stepped into the stuffy little space. I closed the door, which enveloped the interior in shadow, lit only by the small skylights built into the roof.

"It's hot in here," she said, not complaining. "I'm going to get all sweaty." She spread her legs a little further apart and looked up at me tantalizingly.

"You don't mind if I'm all sweaty, do you?"

I shook my head. I was amazed at this, but also uncertain how to handle it. This woman was...

"Aren't you going to come down here with me?" she asked.

I knelt down and she moved up against me.

"My pussy is all sweaty and hot," she said lewdly. "Would you mind wiping it off for me?"

I slid my hand down between her legs and cupped her cunt. It was hot and damp and her pussy hair and lips were right against me hand. I began to rub her gently and she moaned.

"Oh, yes," she said. "That's so much better."

I slipped my other hand under her tiny top and cupped her bountiful full breast, sliding up the material to expose her big tits.

Her hands, meanwhile, had found my cock and she unzipped my pants as she licked her lips, making them glisten with wetness.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?" she asked, and I sat beside her. Fuck this uncertainty, I thought. She wants it and so do I.

I kissed her and her mouth opened, her tongue meeting mine greedily. I began to feel her more aggressively, her breasts, her pussy, wet with her excitement. I slid my fingers inside of her folds, finding her moist cleft and the opening of her cunt. She moaned as I slid a finger inside of her, then two.

I felt her hands inside my now open pants, finding my cock and rubbing it, cupping and massaging the head, then sliding down to cup my balls.

I pulled her against me, using the hand I had been feeling her breasts with to slide down over her sweaty back and down over the ass of her jeans. I felt her, sliding my fingers under the frayed bottom of her cut-offs and feeling her soft ass cheeks.

She moved, quit kissing me and turned onto her side, still facing me. She slipped my cock out of my pants and slid her mouth over it, sucking it deep in her mouth, almost to the balls. Then she slid up it, running her hot tongue over the shaft until she came to the head.

Her tongue traced around the glans, slowly and wetly. Then she sucked it up, running her tongue over the top of it and then thrusting down over my cock, sucking it deep inside her mouth.

I found the snap of her cutoffs and pulled it, unfastening her pants.

I unzipped them and she lifted her hips so I could pull them off of her.

Her dark pussy hair was abundant, but her cunt lips emerged from it like a smooth delectable fruit. I lay beside her and took her cunt into my mouth, sucking at her, finding her hairiness exciting. My tongue ran down into her fragrant slit, wet with sweat and excitement.

My hands took her ample ass, running over it and into her crevice. I pulled it gently apart and she groaned in pleasure.

She moved off of my cock for a moment.

"I know you like my ass. I like my ass too. I like it a lot."

I took the hint and, as she began to lick and suck at my cock again, I slid my fingers down into her crack, finding her asshole. She moaned with pleasure as I slid my fingers over her puckering opening. She spread her legs even wider.

I began to lick her pussy more deeply, sliding my tongue from her clit to her cunt hole and back. I could see her asshole and I wet a finger, running it around the wrinkled, dark orifice. She groaned and moved against my finger.

I had never done it before, but I wanted to lick it. I ran my wet tongue from her pussy over the smooth skin towards her asshole. She moaned and began to writhe.

My tongue found her asshole and I licked her, surprised there was no bad taste, just a certain oilyness that excited me even more. I reamed around her puffy anus, and she moved and jerked with pleasure.

My fingers were working at her pussy now, and having both orifices right there was so sexy. I began to finger fuck her, running my thumb up with each thrust and over her clit. At the same time, I was licking and sucking her asshole, and she was writhing and grunting with pleasure.

My cock began to tighten and I knew I was going to come. Apparently, so did she, because her sucking became more desperate.

Her cunt began to get really wet inside and I knew she was going to orgasm. I moved a finger up to her wet, glistening asshole and gently pushed, watching it disappear inside inside of her.

She came and so did I. My cock squirted off and she buried it deep in her throat, sucking and swallowing my come as I fucked her pussy and ass with my fingers. I wetly licked her asshole, reaming around my finger and marveling at her excitement.

She continued to come, moaning and sucking me and shivering with each successive tremor of pleasure.

I lay, gently touching and rubbing her wet pussy and asshole, marveling at the excitement I felt over something I had always though of as uninteresting and even a little disgusting.

She pulled up and off my cock, laying on the floor of the shed in exhaustion.

"Thank you," she said. "I love my cunt and ass fucked at the same time."

I sat up. I looked down at her. Her body was so lush and she looked so sexy laying in the half-light, her clothes in total disarray.

"Kiss me," she said. "I want to taste me on you."

I kissed her, our mouths sucking and licking, our mutual flavors mixing together in an erotic melange of musk. She was sweaty and so was I, and that was sexy too, as our half naked bodies slipped together. I ran my hands over her, not wanting to let this wonderful woman go, wanting to take her again and again.

But she pulled away and began to dress.

"Boy, it's hot in here," she said. "I love to do more, but we could die of heat prostration and that would be embarrassing."

I laughed. She was right, it was hot. I got up, pulling up my pants and trying to tuck in my shirt. She slipped on those sexy little cutoffs and pulled down her shirt.

"That's the nice thing about not wearing much clothes," she said with a suggestive smile. "It's easier to get dressed afterwards."

We left the barn. The area was still pretty much deserted and no one saw us leave. I exhaled in relief.

Jesus Christ, what was I thinking?

We went back into the store and the air conditioning, though pretty ineffective in such a big building, was very cooling after what we had been through.

I smiled over at the woman, the girl, whatever she was, and she smiled back at me.

"Oh, I see you've met my daughter," came a voice from the aisle we were passing. It was Cliff, the manager, and he smiled as he strode up to us.

"Yes, Daddy," the girl said. "He was very nice and really helpful."

"Good," Cliff said. "What were you doing outside?"

"I was showing her the plants, sir," I said, and he nodded.

"Yeah, Shari loves to garden, though now she's started college, she doesn't have a lot of time for that."

He turned to leave, then snapped his fingers.

"Paul, you said you know something about pool plumbing?"

I nodded.

"My parents had a pool," I told him. "And I worked on the neighbor's pools, too. I'm pretty good at it."

Cliff nodded. "My wife and I are going to be out of town this weekend, but the pool pump is sounding funny. Can you drop by and have a look at it, say Saturday? Shari will be there to let you in."

I looked down at Shari and she smiled and nodded.

"Sure, Dad, no problem," she said. "I didn't have any plans anyway."

"Great," Cliff said. "I'll make it worth your while."

Shari looked up at me and smiled provocatively.

"Wow, you get paid and everything."

Saturday couldn't come fast enough. I thought constantly of Shari. I guess I had fallen for the slender girls are sexy girls rhetoric. My last girlfriend had certainly fit the bill. She was slender to the point of scrawny.

Shari certainly wasn't fat. But she was really well rounded. Lush. Ample. I thought of Botticelli, then I thought of her enjoyment as I reamed her ass. Botticelli didn't quite fit.

I found myself looking at other women and girls. I realized I tended to simply categorizing them as athletic and thin, and therefore desirable, and just dismiss all the rest. Now I began really noticing all the women's bodys.

A really well built woman in her thirties caught me checking out her ass, full and inviting in her white running shorts and smiled at me wickedly.

Jesus, I had never known.

And as Saturday came up, I found myself wondering what might be in store for the weekend.

Cliff gave me the address Friday, and said Shari would expect me about Ten AM.

So at quarter till ten, I was in my pickup, heading over. I wore a tank top and shorts with no underwear. I hoped I wasn't taking too much for granted, but I already had a hard on.

I pulled into the driveway and walked up to the door. It was a big older home, kind of set back from the road. The trees made the front yard cool and inviting.

I rang the doorbell.

Shari came to the door. She wore a pair of dark green bike shorts, too tight to have any panties on underneath, because there were no lines but her natural curves.

Her hair was combed today, and back in a pony tail. Her blouse was white and simple, with buttons down the front.

She had missed the top three or four buttons, however, and the shirt was open to reveal her breasts, un-tanned and tantalizing. Her cleavage was fantastic, and I realized she must be wearing an uplift bra.

That made my cock even harder (don't ask me why. At this point, everything made my cock harder). She smiled down at my obvious hard-on.

"Well, I see you are all ready for some hard work," she said, still looking at my cock.

"I understand there is a little problem with your plumbing," I said, looking down at her groin. She giggled at the bad sexual repartee.

"Nothing a handy man couldn't fix," she replied, grinning sexily. "Are you a handy man?"

I shrugged. "Well, I'm the only man that's handy," I said, and she laughed aloud.

"Jesus, we sound like a bad porno film," she said, and stepped aside to let me in. I walked into the cool house. The air conditioning worked well here, which was nice, because by afternoon it was supposed to be in the mid-nineties.

I turned to face her.

"Look, about the other day..."

She looked at me, her face losing it's smile.

"What about it?"

"I just didn't want you to think that was all I was after."

She smiled, obviously relieved.

"You mean you didn't come over to fix the pool, then spend the entire weekend fucking me?"

I grinned.

"The thought had crossed my mind," I admitted.

"Good," she said, moving up against me. "A hard man is good to find."

We kissed, wetly and passionately. I slid my hands down over that great ass, feeling her through the thin fabric of the shorts. She moaned, but pulled away.

"Why don't you check the pool first? Then we won't have anything else to worry about."

I nodded.

"I'll go out to the truck to grab my tools," I told her.

A half hour later, I looked up from the pool pump, which was no longer screeching as it ran, but humming smoothly. She smiled.

"That didn't take long," she said.

"It just needed lubrication," I told her. "There was a grease nipple, so it was easy to lube."

She looked at me speculatively.

"Wow, I never realized pool plumbing was so sexy. Lubrication, nipples... ?"

I smiled as I got up.

"Hey, we haven't even gotten into cocks, male and female pipes, chrome plated cock hole covers..."

She looked at me distrustfully.

"You made that last one up."

I shook my head.

"They sell them at the store. Come around sometime and I'll show you."

I took a rag and began wiping my greasy hands. Shari looked at them speculatively.

"You ever give a girl a lube job?"

I laughed. "Well, not this kind of lube."

She looked into my eyes, her brown eyes shiny with anticipation.

"Maybe someday we can do that," she said. "Not grease, but something oily and wet."

Looked up at her. She was certainly more experimental than any girl I had ever met. Like her enjoyment of anal pleasures. And open about it: Shari was obviously comfortable with herself, and with her sexuality.

"It's getting hot out here," she said. "I'm getting all hot and sweaty."

"That turns you on," I said.

She nodded.

"I loved the other day, hot and sweaty and wet. I don't like old sweat, that's like euuuuw, but I like fresh sweat."

"I have to admit," I told her, "I kept thinking about the other day. It was great."

She smiled.

"I thought so too. How about we go inside and do it again?"

We went into the house. Shari slid the glass door shut, then turned and embraced me.

We kissed, our mouths hot on each other. I slid my hands over her back and found the waistband of her shorts, sliding my fingers under the material. She felt me up as well, feeling my ass and sliding her hand around to cup my cock through my pants.

I slid my hands under her shorts and over her ass, groping her outrageously. She moaned and pulled away.

"You're too tall," she said.

She was right. I'm six foot, one and she was maybe five two. I had to bend way over to feel her ass.

"So let's sit," I said and she nodded, leading me into the living room. She lay back on the sofa, spreading her legs sensuously. I knelt on the floor beside her, running my hands over her body. She closed her eyes and moaned.

I kissed her again, and we kissed, wetly and lazily, for a while. I slid my hands up to feel her full breasts, tight and hard from her bra. I moved down to lick and suck at their sloped surface above the bra.

"Have you ever tried wet and messy?" she asked.

"Wet and messy?" I repeated. "What's that?"

She grinned at me seductively.

"Oh, oil, chocolate, butter, stuff like that. Girls having pee pee accidents in their tight bike shorts. Lots of stuff."

She looked at me, both excited and concerned she had gone too far.

"We don't have to. It was just a question," she said.

I kissed her again, licking her full lips and tongue, then pulled away a bit.

"Kind of like 'you can touch my ass if you want to?'

She smiled languorously, the memory obviously still exciting.

"Yeah, kind of like that."

I could not believe how excited that made me. It wasn't the though of pouring oil on her body and even her clothes, or of licking her ass again, though those things really did excite me.

It was that she was able to share these things, to tell me what excited her, and leave it up to me whether I found it exciting as well.

"I loved reaming your ass," I told her, and she smiled.

"No one's ever done that before," she admitted. "It was really exciting."

I kissed her again, trying to slow the pace and just enjoy her. We played with each others tongues and lips, and my hands wandered over her lush, totally available body. I found the crotch of her bike shorts and rubbed her cunt through the thin material, pushing my fingers up into her and feeling her moisture dampen the material.

I slid my hand under her ass and between her legs, running my fingers up inside her crack and over her ass and her pussy, feeling her through the thin fabric. She moaned in pleasure.

"I like that," she whispered. "I like your touch through my clothes."

She meanwhile had found my cock. My shorts were light cotton, and she rubbed and massaged me, right through the cloth. It was different, almost more erotic. It was like the first fumbling feels you get when you are a teenager.

Only she knew what she was doing, and her touch was wonderful as she found the things that excited me and lazily explored me though my jeans.

I slid down and went down on her, through the thin shorts. I could taste her pussy, musky and salty and excited. I licked and sucked at her through the wet fabric, finding this both very erotic and somehow almost nasty, like the thought of licking her anus was to me.

She moaned and began to thrash on the couch. Her pussy got wetter and I sucked at it, loving the salty moisture of her. I slid my hand under her ass and worked at her asshole with my thumb through her shorts.

She groaned even louder.

"Oh, God, Paul, yes. I love your fingers on my ass."

"I want to take off your shorts," I said, reaching for the waistband.

"The material is thin," she said breathlessly. "It would be real easy to tear."

I sucked her twat through the fabric even harder, sucking her fragrant, wet folds into my mouth, manipulating them with my lips and tongue. She moaned and writhed with pleasure. I had never done this before, giving a woman pleasure without even thinking of mine, yet my own pleasure was increased by hers.

I took the damp fabric in my hands and tore it open. Shari actually cried out in pleasure and the sight of her pussy suddenly exposed like that almost made me come.

I ripped a larger hole, and greedily sucked at her pussy, licking deep up inside her pussy lips, finding her hard little clit and the deep rift that led down to her pussy hole. I licked her with long strokes and she moaned and swore.

"Fuck, yes. Lick me. Put your fucking tongue deep inside of me. I love it."

I did, sliding my tongue up into her vagina and licking the sensitive area at the entrance. I was so excited it was almost surreal, her wet cunt, her torn shorts, her building excitement.

I slid my hand under her, feeling her own wetness on the sofa from her excitement and that excited me even more.

I dove down, sliding my tongue over the inviting rise of her asshole, and she began to moan differently, deep in her throat.

My fingers worked at her pussy, pulling it open and rubbing at all it's surfaces. I put two fingers inside her pussy, bending them to find the little rough spot of the front wall of her vagina. Then I began to finger fuck her, rubbing that spot again and again.

The inside of her pussy got very wet and she began to more scream than moan. I kept licking her ass and fucking her pussy, and the wetness inside of her increased, as did my excitement.

I inserted a finger into her ass, then another one. Now I was fucking her in both openings and she was crying and screaming and moaning and writhing. Then the inside of her cunt got sopping wet and she came, the wetness spraying out of her like a fountain. I continued to finger fuck her as she came and came, soaking her torn shorts and the couch and me with her wet come.

Finally she began to slow and I slowly stopped moving my fingers, just leaving them in her as her passion began to ebb.

"Jesus Christ, what was that?" she asked, her voice shaky. "I've never had anything like that happen."

"It's a wet come," I told her. "Female ejaculation. I found your Graffenberg Spot and you had a vaginal orgasm."

"Where did you learn that?" she asked. "God, it was wonderful."

"It's easy," I told her. "My first girlfriend had found it on herself, and she showed me."

"I'm soaked," she said, her voice sounding both shocked and excited by this.

I bent down and sucked her soaking pussy and she moaned in pleasure.

"I like that you're soaked," I told her. "It means you had a great orgasm."

"Damn," she said, "All this and we haven't even fucked yet."

Later we were sitting in the kitchen, eating lunch. We had showered together, since both of us were pretty sweaty and wet.

But before we did, Shari made me lay down on her bed and gave me a wonderful blow job. Since she still wore the torn wet shorts (I asked her to: I was learning something about making your likes known and those ripped shorts really turned me on) it took me about three minutes to come off. It was a hell of a good orgasm too, coming in her mouth with my hand up in her torn shorts, fondling her wet and very happy pussy.

Then, after the shower, we had sat together, both pretty well exhausted, and just held each other. Finally Shari got up and put on a load of wash, including my shirt and shorts that were soaked with her ejaculation.

She got a pair of her dad's pants and one of his shirts for me to wear while the wash was going, putting a big, soft robe over her soft, voluptuous curves...

Shari looked at me across the table we were sitting at.

"I would really like you to stay tonight," she said.

"I'd like that," I told her.

"You're an amazing lover," she said. I think I blushed.

"It's you," I told her. "You really turn me on. And the fact you make suggestions is really sexy."

"Do you think so?" she asked. "I don't want to seem bossy."

"You don't," I assured her. "You're just honest about what you like. I think that's great."

"You don't think I'm too perverted, do you?"

I smiled.

"Well, I never tore a girl's shorts before, but it was really sexy. I dream about touching and licking your asshole now. I loved the fact you were wet with sweat the other day. These are things I never even dreamed would turn me on. So, if you are a pervert, so am I."

She nodded.

"Yeah, we're both just horribly twisted," she said, taking a bite of her BLT.

"Yeah, it's sad, but at least we found each other."

She smiled over at me, obviously touched.

"And we haven't even fucked yet," she repeated.

"Yeah," I agreed, "what's up with that?"

We both laughed.

That afternoon we got out her parent's carpet shampooer and cleaned the couch, which fortunately came quite clean. She put the cushions out on the porch to dry.

Then she suggested we go into her bedroom and lay on her bed and watch a movie. We were both pretty worn out and that sounded great.

She said she wanted to change first, since she was still in her bathrobe, so I waited for her in the kitchen.

A few minutes later she came into the kitchen wearing her new outfit. She had on very tight stretch jeans, form fitting on her well curved ass and thighs, ending at her calves. She wore a pair of white, low heeled sandals, that really turned me on for some reason, especially with her small feet and bright red lacquered toenails.

"Wow," I said, looking at her sexy feet. "I have a foot fetish and didn't even know it!"

She giggled and posed for me, bending forward to give me a good look at her tits.

They were impossible to miss. Her little top tied under them and she wore no bra, so they were practically on display. The top was a riot of color, and she had accentuated it with a clunky wooden necklace that went just right.

Her brown hair was loose, falling down around her face and over her shoulders. Her belly looked great, exposed under the tie of her top.

"God, you look great," I told her, and I meant it.

The movie was funny, a risque comedy, and we both enjoyed it. I slid my hand around her and cupped her breast, but that was about the extent of the sexuality.

We ordered out for pizza that evening, and Shari suggested beer with it. So we sat on the fresh-cleaned couch and ate pizza and beer and just talked, like the budding friends we were.

As Shari finished her second beer, she looked at me over the top of it.

"You want to be really bad and smoke some grass?" she asked.

"Sure," I told her. "But I have to warn you. Grass always makes me horny."

She smiled at me.

"Alcohol makes me horny. So we'll drink and smoke grass and fuck each other's brains out."

I nodded eagerly and she laughed. She ran into her bedroom and came out with a joint and a bottle of bourbon, setting them on the coffee table.

"Wow, heavy duty," I said. She laughed.

"It's from school. I go through at least a fifth a semester, so look out!"

I made us each a bourbon and water and we smoked the joint, then just sat back and enjoyed our drinks.

"I hope I'm not too slutty for you," Shari said quietly.

"I don't think you're slutty at all. I mean, yeah, that first day you were slutty, but I loved it."

"I'm not like that. I mean, I kind of want to be. I love sex. But I've never done anything like that, never."

"Well, you certainly got my attention," I said.

"I really shocked myself," she told him. "I turned around and there you were, staring at me. I usually don't get looked at like that."

She sighed.

"Five foot two and a hundred and fifty pounds is just a fat slob to a lot of guys."

"Well, I don't think you're fat and you're certainly not a slob," I told her. "Anyway, your breasts must be at least twenty pounds of that. Each!" I added.

She nodded, smiling happily. "I love my breasts. They're really sensitive, and I love having them sucked. Do you like your nipples sucked?"

I had to think about that for a second.

"Yeah, I do. It feels good."

"Then I'll suck them. Or anything else you'd like to try."

"Same with you," I told her.

Shari smiled secretively.

"I already have that planned. That's why I got out the grass and booze. I'm nervous about it, because I'm afraid you'll run screaming."

"You want to tie me up?" I asked, a little nervously.

"No," she said, "nothing like that. In fact, all you have to do is watch."

"While you masturbate?" I asked. That sounded interesting.

"No, but I'd like to try that some day, if you'll masturbate for me."

"Sure, we could each jack off and watch each other. It sounds like fun."

She nodded, then took another drink of her bourbon. She still looked nervous.

"Don't stress over it," I told her gently. You know I love your ass now, and I never though that would be a particular fetish of mine."

As long as we were sharing secrets, I had one of my own.

"I want to fuck your ass," I told her.

Her eyes glowed. "Oh, God, I'd love that. I've used my fingers and a dildo a couple of times, but no one has ever even offered."

"I never thought I would. But sitting here, I'd like to try sucking your toes as well."

Shari giggled.

"Sure, if you want to. There's not much I'm not willing to try."

"So I noticed," I told her with a smile.

"Does that bother you?" she asked uncertainly. "I mean, I want you to know that I've never done anything like the other day."

She sighed.

"I saw the way you looked at me. It was something in your eyes, the way you admired me, like you really saw and wanted me."

She shrugged, looking up at him with her soft brown eyes.

"I'm not a slut," she told him, "but I like being slutty for you. Does that bother you?"

"No, it really turns me on," I said.

I pulled her to me and we began to kiss, in the uninhibited way she seemed to like, not just kissing but exploring each other's mouths and lips. It was tremendously sexy.

I reached down and cupped her very full breasts. I had never really explored them, so I did, cupping them, hefting them, unfastening the tie on her blouse and exposing them. I licked at their nipples, ran my fingers around the hardening tips, and then sucked them deep into my mouth.

Then I kissed Shari again, as I continued to concentrate on her breasts, gently kneading and massaging them, so sexy in their abundance and softness.

"I want to fuck you between your breasts someday, and come on them," I told her. She moaned.

"I want you to," she said. She began to reach for me, and I stopped her hand.

"No, just you for now. I want you to just enjoy."

She moaned again and I returned to her breasts, slipping her top completely off and burying my face in their copious warm flesh. She smelled of baby powder and soap, and I licked and sucked at her breasts. I circled around her large erect nipples with my tongue.

I reached over and took my bourbon and poured a few drops onto her nipple. She tightened.

"God, that's cold," she said, then added, "God, that's sexy."

I put my open mouth over her nipple and sucked it, and she arched with pleasure.

"Oh, jeeze," she said. "I think I'm going to come."

"Come all you want," I told her. "Get your pants just as wet as you like."

Her reaction was strange. She got up from the couch and slipped on her blouse, tying it.

"Come on," she said, taking my hand. "I want to show you something."

She led me out into the backyard. In the strip of lawn the garage there was a old glider, made of white steel with cushions on it. It was behind a six foot wooden fence that was covered with a huge silver lace vine, that went up a good three feet above that. It was totally private.

"Wow, cool," I told her.

"This has always been my secret place," she confessed. "I've masturbated out here, a lot."

I smiled.

"I think that's sexy," I told her, because I did.

"I hope you think this is," she said, her eyes looking worried.

"What's the big secret? Is it something that bad? Were you born a man?"

She started to giggle and then to laugh.

"Oh, God, no. In fact, now I can't help myself anyway!"

She spread her legs and at first I had no idea what was going on. But a spot of dark appeared at her crotch, and began to spread.

"Oh, Jesus," I said quietly, "you're peeing yourself."

She colored slightly and nodded. I watched the spreading stain, not just in the crotch any more, but beginning to run down her legs. She looked at me, her fear of my being shocked or disgusted etched on her face.

I stepped towards her and cupped her hot, wet crotch. I could feel the hot liquid pour from her and was amazed by the powerful erotic thrill that shook me.

I slid my hand further under her, rubbing the hot wet fabric as she continued to urinate.

"Oh, Shari," I told her, "that is so fucking sexy."

"You think so?" she asked, her own face flushed with both relief and her rising passion. Apparently, this was a tremendous turn on for her.

I fell to my knees and took the sodden material in my mouth. I wasn't sure what to expect. In fact, a brief thought of me puking my guts out at the taste had flashed through my mind a moment before.

But the warm, salty flavor of her jeans was surprisingly mild. In fact, the odd salty flavor of her urine flowing from her reminded me (and this sent an erotic thrill through my body as I realized it) of the taste of pussy.

I pushed and sucked at the wet material. The light odor was joined by the darker musk of her sex. She was at least as turned on as I was.

She had quit peeing, and I stood up.

"I want to fuck you, right here, right now," I told her.

I pushed her back onto the glider and she kissed me, tasting her own wetness in my mouth. She groaned in passion.

I pulled open her blouse, burying my face in her breasts. My fingers worked urgently at her pants, unfastening the button clasp and unzipping them.

I pulled them off of her, thrilling once more at the huge wet stain on them. I threw then aside and slid on top of her.

Her pussy was soaked, both with urine and excitement. She moaned as my cock found her opening, and sighed as I slid deep inside of her.

Her pussy tightened on my cock, and we kissed with abandon as I began to move in her, slowly at first, then faster and harder.

Her eyes rolled up in her head and she groaned in pleasure as her first orgasm hit.

Her vagina got wetter, yet tighter on my cock, and I fucked her, long, slow, wonderful strokes. She began to tighten and mew, almost like a kitten, then she grunted and gritted her teeth and the next orgasm hit.

"OH, FUCK!" she yelled. "Oh, yes! Fuck me. Fuck my wet pussy."

There were tears in her eyes as I fucked her. My own brain was addled.

All I could think of was her big breasts flopping against my chest, her hot, very wet pussy and thighs against me, my cock deep inside of her squeezing, throbbing cunt, still coming around my cock.

Then I came and I yelled out, a primal sound, as I ejaculated so hard it verged on painful, as I came deep, deep inside of her.

We must have lain there for a half hour, soaked in our mutual wetness. Slowly our breathing returned to normal. I was still inside of her, and didn't want to pull out. We lay together and gently kissed and fondled one another.

Her face was streaked with tears, and I kissed her cheeks, savoring yet another salty taste. She looked at me and smiled, exhausted and happy.

"I guess you didn't mind my little accident," she said softly.

I kissed her again, feeling my cock respond as well, securely in it's place inside of her.

"I didn't mind at all," I told her. "I hope you have lots of those."

"We end up taking a lot of showers in this relationship," Shari said as she washed my cock.

"Well, you need to get clean so you know when you're getting messy," I said.

"I know lots of web-sites, if you're interested," she said with a knowing smile.

"Wet and messy?" I asked. She nodded.

"Yeah, but we just way outdid anything on line," she told me. "I mean, seeing it and doing it are very different things."

"Yeah, it is," I agreed. "I couldn't believe it when you began to pee yourself."

"At least you didn't run away screaming," she laughed.

I took her naked, wet, soapy, lush body in my arms and kissed her. I could feel my cock responding and so did she.

"Wow," she said, "You're insatiable." She grinned wickedly. "I like that in a man."

I slid my hands over her wet body, her full breasts, her full ass, her meaty thighs. I turned off the shower and knelt down, beginning to eat her cunt again.

"Oh, damn, I'm still really sensitive," she said. "Be gentle."

I turned her around, with her back to me, and spread her ample ass cheeks.

"You're probably not too sensitive back here," I said, and began to lick her asshole.

I couldn't believe how erotic, how exciting, her ass was. Some of it was because she eagerly spread her legs and leaned up against the shower wall, moaning in delight as I reamed her tiny anus. I pushed my tongue a little way inside and she grunted, a sexy little grunt of pleasure.

I licked and sucked her ass, just as I did her pussy. I put a finger deep inside of her, feeling the soft, greasy walls of her ass. I slid in a second finger and began to rub the walls softly. She moaned.

"Oh, shit," she said.

"Appropriate sentiment," I said quietly.

"Is there?" she asked.

"No, but at this point, I don't know if it would matter," I told her honestly. I inserted a third finger and she groaned in ecstasy."

Oh, Paul, that feels so good. How many fingers?"

"Three," I told her, as I gently began to fuck her.

"Oh, God, that feels wonderful," she said.

"it will feel even better when my cock is up there."

She groaned in passion.

"Fuck me if you want. Fuck my ass. I want you to."

I shook my head, even though she couldn't see.

"Later," I told her. "You're kind of dry. It doesn't lubricate like your pussy. I'll slather your ass and my cock with oil, then take my time fucking your ass."

I guess she thought that was sexy, or maybe it was the three fingers inside of her ass, because she came. At least, she had a hard contraction in her ass, and she cried out. I had never seen an anal orgasm at that time, so I wasn't sure what it was.

It seemed to satisfy her, however. She relaxed and I gently removed my fingers. Then I turned on the water and we finished showering.

We went to bed, laying naked together, kissing and touching and making little jokes. I was so comfortable and remembered with amazement all of the things we had done together. We barely knew each other, yet we had built up trust and mutual respect.

And had a wonderful time doing it.

She was playing with my cock, gently rubbing it and running her fingers on the tip. I was touching her all over, marveling at the totally free access I had to every inch of her body. I ran my fingers down her pussy slit, and over her breasts, feeling the hot, soft flesh where her big breasts met her stomach.

I ran my hand over her belly, and encircled her naval, with the little ring pieced through the flesh.

"I want to pierce my cunt lips," she told me softly. "And my tongue."

"That would be really sexy," I told her. "What about your nipples?"

"I'm not sure. Would you like my nipples pierced?"

I shrugged. "I'm not sure," I told her. "I'm still getting used to you this way."

She smiled sleepily and moved down the bed, taking my tired cock between her soft lips. She gently licked and teased it, and it began to get hard once again.

She pulled back and looked up at me, laying her head on my thighs.

"I feel bad. I get lots more orgasms than you do."

I nodded. "Yeah, it's tough, but we guys seem to manage."

She smiled and took my cock in her mouth again. I watched her as she lazily ran her tongue over it, and up and down the shaft. It grew harder by the minute.

She again withdrew her mouth and looked at me.

"I have a plastic sheet over the mattress cover," she said.

I looked at her blankly, not sure what she meant.

"A mattress protector," she explained, "so if you make me wet come again, or I pee or if you get some oil and smear it on me..."

She raised her eyebrows and I got the idea. I got up and headed for the kitchen.

I was back in just a few minutes with salad oil, shortening, Hershey's syrup, strawberry preserves and a can of whipped cream. She looked at me from where she was standing and smiled with delight. She put her arms out to the side and spun around.

She was in a sheer light purple baby doll, with darker purple satin tap panties beneath. She looked great.

"Yummy," I said. "Young and fresh and just asking to be debauched.

She smiled with delight, and put her thumb in her mouth, coyly swinging her body in exaggerated innocence.

"You want to debauch me, mister?" she asked.

I went in and sat on the bed.

"You know this means another shower?" I asked, as I laid out the ingredients of our coming passion.

"Oh, well," she shrugged, crawling into the bed. "You don't mind the clothes?"

"Not at all, except they're going to get messy."

She fell back on the bed and grinned at me.

"That's the idea, silly!"

I took the Hershey's syrup and began to pour it on her breasts and the sheer purple cloth covering them. She moaned with excitement and excitement.

"It's really warm!" she said.

"I microwaved it," I told her. "Is it too warm?"

"Oh, god, no. It feels wonderful! Did you warm the oil too?"

"No," I told her, "but I can."

"Later," she said.

I was still naked, which suited me fine. I crawled onto the bed and began to nuzzle her breasts and lick at the chocolate flavored fabric. I could understand her delight in messy clothes. There was an odd excitement at making her messy and wet, and enjoying both her and the messy clothes as well. I poured more chocolate on her breasts, and rubbed it into the light purple fabric, leaving delicious dark stains on it. Then I sucked the fabric and her nipples beneath.

"God, that is so sexy, Paul. My cunt is already getting wet."

Her words turned me on even more. I licked at her again, then realized I wanted her breasts uncovered.

"Can I tear it?" I asked.

"Oh, please do," she said, her eyes already dilating with passion.

I took the thin material and tore it, exposing her breasts, now streaked with chocolate. I licked and sucked them, loving the mixture of chocolate and baby powder, the flavors and smells of debauched youth.

Yeah, my brain was on overtime. Ripping her babydoll was wonderful and the dirty appearance of her breasts exposed by the

ruined nightclothes was a powerful aphrodisiac. I licked her, pouring more chocolate over her breasts and onto her lips, kissing her through the slimy, slick chocolate.

She was grunting in pleasure. I think we were both on overload, since we were so excited by this we were both trembling.

I ripped her baby-doll the rest of the way open, then stood up.

"I'll be right back," I said.

I came back in with a two cup measure full of thick, warm, greasy liquid. I held it over her panties and poured some of the warm fluid slowly into her crotch. She moaned and writhed as the very warm fluid soaked her panties, and the bed beneath her.

"Oh, shit!" she said. "That feels so fucking sexy. It's so warm!"

"It's shortening," I told her. "Its to make your ass greasy."

She shivered and her nipples tightened. It was so sexy to watch her body react to the things I was doing.

She rolled over in the bed.

"Shouldn't you pour it on my ass?" she asked, wiggling her panty covered butt invitingly.

"No," I told her, my voice hoarse with excitement. "Get on your knees."

She sat up and knelt in the middle of the bed. I pulled the back waistband of her panties open, looking down at that lovely, deep, soft ass crack. I took the cup of oil and poured it, both down the crack and over her ass itself.

I emptied the two cup measure, my cock getting even harder as I heard the oil pouring out of the crotch of her panties and onto the sheets.

Then I began to rub her ass and cunt though her panties, all slick with grease. It was so exciting, the broad, dark stain of the oil in her panties and the slickness of the material slipping over her slick skin beneath. I slid my hand into the crotch of her panties, and slid up over and into her pussy, soaked in the warm oil. She moaned.

"That feels so good," she said. "God, that feels sexy."

I rubbed over her slick pussy, sliding my fingers out of her cunt and sliding over her pussy, then sliding back and entering her again. She moaned as I rubbed and explored her whole slick pussy, from her downy mons all the way into her cunt and out again.

I slid three finger deep inside her pussy and began to firmly fuck her, pushing deep inside of her eager cunt.

"Oh, my god, I'm going to come again," she said, and did. I felt her pussy tighten on my fingers and her own wet join the oily mess in her panties.

My fingers found her ass, and slid easily inside of her. Now I could really finger fuck her ass and I did so. She tightened and moaned.

"Oh, my god, that feels wonderful," she sighed. "Fuck it, oh, god, yes, fuck my ass."

I slipped my fingers out of her and pulled down her sodden panties. Then I had a second thought and pulled them back up.

I took the waistband of them, right over her hot ass I was about to fuck, and ripped them down. I pushed her forward on the bed and spread her ass cheeks, revealing her puckered little beauty, brown and glistening with oil. I put the head of my cock to it, and rubbed it around the rim. I wiped oil from her oil-sodden cunt and rubbed it onto my cock, then began to rub her asshole with it again. She moaned and almost growled in anticipation and want.

I put the head of my cock against her and began to push gently. She was so greasy the head slipped right in. She groaned and grunted.

"Oh, god, it's so big," she sobbed. I thought I was hurting her and pulled out.

"Oh, no!" she wailed. "It's big! I love it. Fuck me with it, please, fuck me hard!"

I put myself against her again, but this time she thrust her hips backward and pushed my cock deep inside of her. I could feel the soft folds of the inside of her ass on my cock head, and the tight ring of her asshole around the shaft. It felt wonderful. She fucked herself on my cock and when she tired, I fucked her as well, deep and hard. She was actually crying in pleasure, sobbing and saying, "yes oh yes oh yes oh yes..." again and again and again.

Then she tightened, sitting straight up and back against me. She screamed, a scream of passion that I will never forget as those strange, deep contractions wracked her body, again and again and again.

She fell forward, limply, my cock coming out of her as she tumbled to the bed, nearly unconscious, still sobbing, but now with her release.

I laid in the bed and held her and she cried and cried, every now and then saying softly, "Oh, that was good," or, oddly, "thank you."

We fell asleep that way, in the greasy, messy bed. We slept until the congealing shortening and the smell of sex and Hershey's syrup woke us up about three AM. We got up, laughing at the terrible shape we were in, her torn outfit still clinging to the white, congealed shortening on her body. We stripped the bed and washed everything, including ourselves, in Dawn detergent.

Thank god for Dawn. The sheets came almost clean and we were only a little oily by the time we finished.

Early Sunday morning, I woke up laying in the freshly made bed. Shari lay on my shoulder, her hand laying on my chest, her soft brown eyes looking up at me.

"Last night was amazing," she said softly.

"You are amazing," I told her, with a smile.

"What happened?" she mused quietly. "We met on Wednesday, and here we are, doing things I never imagined in my wildest fantasies I would ever do with somebody else. Or even say I wanted to." She looked softly into my eyes.

"And I feel so safe doing it with you," she said softly.

I almost said something flippant and smart. It's what guys do when they begin to feel the way I had since I first saw her.

Instead I took her lovely face in my hands and kissed her soft, full, wonderful lips.

She smiled and snuggled into my neck.

"I think I have another secret," she said very quietly.

Chapter 2

The smell of pine and fresh mountain air filled the inside of my pick-up as I drove up the highway into the mountains.

I glanced over at Shari in the passenger seat, drowsing, and my cock got hard just looking at her again.

She was wearing the same tiny cut-offs she was wearing when me met, the ones that barely covered her slit and left most of her pussy totally exposed. I shook my head in disbelief. What had it been, ten days?

I looked over at Shari, her full breasts barely covered by a flimsy white bare-midriff top. She didn't have a bra on, and her big, sexy nipples were dark against the light fabric.

I felt my cock throbbing in my pants.

We had fucked the day we met, in a little barn at the Home Center I worked at, then spent the next weekend trying the most wonderful sexual things imaginable.

And now we were on the way to Lake Tahoe, to spend the weekend in her folk's cabin.

Shari had been very secretive about what she was bringing. I had a pound of butter, Crisco, Hershey's syrup, raspberry syrup and canned whip cream in my stuff.

WAM. Wet and Messy. It was Shari's secret fetish. God, last weekend she had peed her pants! And I loved it!

My cock was hard again. It had been that way pretty much since morning, as I thought about what was going to happen.

I looked over at Shari. She was so pretty and really innocent looking. But I knew she was also very experimental, and willing to try just about anything. I though of screwing her ass last week, and my cock got even harder.

Shari woke up as we entered the high valley where Lake Tahoe spread out, unbelievably blue, beneath us. She gave me directions and we were pulling up to the cabin only about twenty minutes later.

She reached over and touched my hard cock.

"Poor Paul, you didn't think we were going to have sex or anything like that, did you?"

She grinned lecherously.

Her openness was so sexy. She loved sex and was very comfortable with her kinks.

I hoped this weekend we'd find more of them.

We went into the tiny cabin. It was on a little side street, just a couple of blocks from the lake. The inside was all wood and rustic furniture.

Shari set down her bags on the kitchen table and looked over at me.

"Gee, I have to go pee really bad," she said. She looked down at the linoleum floor of the kitchen, which was connected right to the living room.

"I don't know if I can make it to the bathroom," she said suggestively.

I smiled and knelt in front of her. The last time had turned me on so much I sucked the sodden cunt of her pants. She moaned and moved her pussy towards me. The crotch of her cut-offs was totally insufficient to cover her, and they had slid up inside her slit, leaving her outer pussy lips totally exposed.

She looked at me, her eyes bright with excitement.

"Can I piss on you?" she asked.

My cock gave a lurch. God, Shari was such a hot girl. And she would try anything.

"Sure," I said, kneeling there on the kitchen floor.

She stepped towards me and my face was right in her fragrant little twat. I looked up and saw her big breasts, sagging against the thin material of her blouse.

I leaned backward and she moved her pussy right over my face. I could see her abundant brown pussy hair and even her inner pussy lips, with the tiny strip of jean material pulled up between them.

She sighed and the material was suddenly wet. Then her hot pee was spraying out of her, and right in my face.

I put my mouth on her cunt, sucking and drinking as she urinated, the strong, salty, sexy taste and odor filling my mouth, my face, my nose and pouring down, wetting my clothes with hot piss.

My fingers found her ass and she moaned as I reamed her budding asshole with my fingers. I remembered fucking her ass last weekend, and that turned me on even more.

The pee began to slow and then stop, with only a trickle from her wet pants and pussy still dripping down on me. I sucked and licked her, pushing my tongue along her slit, moving her jeans so I could lick her clit, her pussy, even that wonderful little asshole.

I pulled her widely open and found her little pee-hole, licking it and sucking it. I sucked more urine out of her, and she moaned.

"Oh, God, Paul, that feels wonderful! Suck my piss, please."

I did it again, rewarded with more hot piss in my mouth. I couldn't believe how sexy it was!

And that was just the first ten minutes of our weekend!

We took off our clothes and got in the shower, her lush body rubbing against mine.

"I want to fuck you so badly," I told her as she turned on the warm shower.

"As long as you're going to fuck me," she said, "why don't you fuck me well?"

It took a second, then I began to laugh and so did she. We kissed and she licked my face, shamelessly enjoying the taste of her own pee on my face and mouth and tongue. We kissed, that open, totally uninhibited way we both loved, kissing and sucking and licking each other's mouths, tongues, lips and faces.

She reached down and found my cock.

"Poor Paul," Shari said. 'You seem to have this terrible swelling!"

She smiled wickedly and turned off the shower. She went to her knees, taking my cock into her mouth and sucking it with the same unbelievably erotic abandon she kissed with. I felt her finger at my asshole, and relaxed my butt as she slid a finger deep inside of me.

She rubbed my cock on her face, then sat on the bench built into the shower stall and put my cock between her big, soft tits, rubbing the head of it over her hard nipples.

Then she'd take it in her mouth again, sucking and soaking it, then rubbing it with her hot, excited tits.

I felt myself tighten. I was so fucking excited just thinking about this weekend, and it had already started with a bang. I was about to come.

I bucked as the come hit, and she held my cock, letting me spray all over her face and breasts, then rubbing it and licking it from her hands and from my cock.

She continued until my cock began to soften, then turned back on the shower and we washed and touched and explored each other.

Then we toweled off, dressed and went to mop the kitchen floor.

Shari grinned over at me as she used the mop to clean up the urine.

"Well," she grinned, "that's one wet clean-up and one shower and we just arrived. How messy are we going to be this weekend?"

I smiled.

"Really messy, I hope. You said you had another secret and I've been wondering about it all week."

She smiled secretively and finished cleaning the floor.

We brought the stuff in out of my pick-up. There was a gas barbecue chained on the front porch, and Shari had several bags of groceries.

"It was sure nice of your parents to let us come up here," I told her.

"They're happy I have a boyfriend," she said.

"They don't worry about what we might do up here?" I asked.

She grinned wickedly.

"They know I'm sexually active," she told me. "They walked in on me last year with a high school boyfriend, screwing on the couch. They know what I'm going to do up here."

I grinned. It wasn't as if I thought she was virgin. Virgins don't do the things Shari seemed to love.

"So they know their little daughter is getting lucky?"

She looked at me and her eyes got soft.

"Finding you, I got very, very lucky."

We kissed again, slowly and softly, enjoying each other. I sat down on a kitchen chair, (I'm just over six feet and she's a little over five, so we don't match real well standing up) and Shari slid into my lap.

She'd put back on the little white top and I felt her boobs through it. They were so soft and heavy, and she moaned.

"I love having my breasts touched," she said. "I loved the feeling of your cock against them."

I slid my hand under her ass. After the shower she'd put on a pair of bright pink bike shorts and I felt her through them.

"Mmmmm," I said. "Bike shorts. I remember last weekend."

She smiled up at me provocatively.

"Last weekend was just the appetizer. This weekend is the main course.

My cock hardened against her. Shit, after what had happened last weekend, this weekend was going to be amazing.

"I want to fuck your ass again," I told her. She nodded.

"I want you to, Paul. I want to be your little slut for the whole weekend. Anything you'd like to try. I'm your available, and very nasty, little trollop."

I kissed her, kneading her ass and sliding up into her crotch. She moaned as I touched her through the thin fabric.

"Shit, I love feeling you up," I told her. "I love touching you through your clothes. It's so erotic."

She nodded, and kissed me.

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it, Paul. Any fantasy you have."

"I peed my pants" she went on, "and that's one of my fantasies. And you helped me. You ate my piss-wet cunt, and I loved it. You fucked my ass, hard and deep, and I loved it so much. I want to do anything you'd like."

My prick was so hard. I had no idea what I wanted to do to her, but the fact she had given me carte blanche was really sexy.

"I like that," I told her. "I love the fact I can do anything I want to your hot little body."

She moaned, obviously turned on by the fact as well. I slid my fingers along her shorts, finding her slit and touching her, sliding my fingers along her pussy through the thin shorts.

"I love that," she said. "I love that you're going to make me wet and don't care. God, I loved when you ripped my clothes and ass-fucked me with all that oil."

"I love the fact you tell me all this," I said, kissing her wetly, feeling her own wet, hot tongue and mouth exploring mine.

"Oh, God, Paul, you're getting me so turned on. I wanted to take our time and have fun, but now I just want you to fuck me."

I gently pushed her off my lap and stood up. She looked at me nervously.

"Did I say something wrong?" she asked, worried.

I smiled and shook my head.

"No, but you're right. We have to make the bed and get settled in. I'm just going to take every opportunity I get to touch you and make you really turned on, and you can't touch me, because I'm a guy and I'm weak and might fuck you. But I'm not going to fuck you until you are wet and crying with passion."

Her brown eyes got big.

"Damn, that sounds sexy," she said. "Is that one of your fantasies?"

I shook my head. I'd actually just thought of it.

"No," I said. "But it means we can get settled in and that I can touch you all I want. That sounds like a pretty good plan."

She grinned sexily and we started putting away the food. As she was leaning into the fridge, I slipped my hand between her legs and felt her up. I loved that feeling and apparently so did she, since she spread her legs so I could get to her more easily.

Then we went upstairs to the main bedroom. The bed was stripped and Shari wiggled her eyebrows sexily as she took out a plastic mattress pad. I helped her put it on the bed.

"Now we put on the lambs-wool pad," she said, pulling it out. "Don't look, it's stained."

"Not as stained as it's going to be," I said and she smiled.

We managed to get the bed made without falling into it. I did push her face down and crawl onto her, moving my cock against her ample little ass through our clothes, but then we got up and went downstairs.

She shivered as she sat on the couch.

"Jesus, Paul, you have me so turned on I'm trembling," she said. "How long are you going to do this?"

I sat on the couch and kissed her, pulling so hard on her blouse it tore with a very sexy sound.

"Oh, shit," she said. "I love when you do that."

I smiled. God, Shari was so open. She simply enjoyed, and didn't mind sharing it with me.

I pulled her to me again, kissing her roughly. She responded, sucking and kissing me hard, and pressing her body against mine.

Then I pushed her back, and stood up.

"That's enough, Shari. You don't get yours till later."

"Oh, shit, Paul. I never thought being rejected could be so sexy."

She smiled up at me and spread her legs. There was already a spot of damp over her pussy and she slid her fingers down, pushing on her twat through the thin material.

"If you won't satisfy me," she said with an exaggerated, little-girl pout, "then maybe I'll have to satisfy myself."

She began to touch herself, openly masturbating right there in front of me. I sat on the couch and watched.

"Damn, girl, that is really sexy."

Her fingers began to move more deeply, rubbing her pussy in little circular motions. The fabric got darker as her pussy grew moist.

"Shit, you're getting wet," I said softly. "God damn, that is so sexy."

She closed her eyes and began to frig herself, hard and fast. She moaned, and the fabric got even wetter as her excitement grew.

She began to arch and her fingers blurred as she frigged at her cunt, then she grunted and came. She kept moving her hands, pleasuring herself, until she had another small orgasm.

Shari relaxed and put her wet fingers to her mouth, licking them as I watched.

"Mmmmm," she said. "That was nice."

"That was fun to watch," I told her. "Now I'm really turned on."

She got up off the couch and leered at me. "Well, lets see how long you can go without getting off," she said, and headed into the kitchen.

I followed her, grabbing her and spinning her around. She fought and giggled and moaned as I pushed her against the wall and felt her up. I found her blouse and ripped it again.

"Oh, shit, yes!" Shari said. I felt up her breasts, roughly, and she moaned as I took a tit into my mouth and roughly sucked and gently bit it.

"Oh, shit, Paul. I really like it rough."

That got my cock really hard. I pushed my hand down her tight shorts. She had her legs together and I had to force my hand between them as she struggled.

Her pussy was dripping wet, and I pushed my fingers up her cunt hole and she cried out.

"Oh, Jesus, yes, Paul. Oh, Christ!"

I kissed her. She tried to keep her mouth closed and I took one her breasts, squeezing it hard. She moaned and opened her mouth, not responding at all at first, as if unwilling, then starting to warm up to my rough advances.

I was frigging her wet cunt, and she had an orgasm, tightening on my fingers hard as the strong contraction gripped her.

I pulled my fingers out of her and turned my hand over, gripping the light fabric covering her twat and ripping it open.

She came all over the back of my hand, soaking it.

"Oh, God, yes," she whispered throatily.

I pushed he backwards to the couch and threw her down on it. I slid my jeans around my ankles and crawled on top of her as she writhed and struggled.

My cock found her wet folds and I searched for her bucking little pussy. I found it and slid deep inside of her.

Shari moaned in pleasure.

I began fucking her, hard and deep, so deep I was bumping the back of her little vagina. She moaned and cursed and cried as I fucked her.

Then I pulled out and grabbed her roughly, turning her onto her stomach.

Her little asshole was puckered and I slid my hand over her wet cunt and wet her ass.

Then I put my cock to it and started to push.

"Oh, no, please!" she cried. "It'll hurt!"

I immediately backed off, and Shari turned to look at me.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

"You said it would hurt," I told her, realizing only then that she was playing.

"What am I supposed to say, silly?" she said, as she started to giggle. "Fuck my virgin unwilling ass? I love it?"

I started to laugh and soon I was laying on her, both of us with tears streaming down our faces as we were seized with yet another paroxysm of laughter.

We laughed and kissed and kissed and laughed.

"Oh, God!" she cried. "I was so turned on. Then I beg you to stop and YOU DID! You're supposed to ignore my pleas!"

"I thought you changed your mind or something!" I said, wiping the tears from my eyes.

"Oh, God, you were so nice!" she said, another gale of giggles bursting from her. "You were raping me, but you didn't want to hurt me!"

She kissed me, both sweetly and hungrily.

"God," I told her, "I really wanted to fuck your ass, too!"

We laughed again and finally had to get up and move around, trying to stop laughing. Then our eyes would meet and we would begin to laugh helplessly again.

Finally the humor slowly subsided and I shook my head.

"I'm sorry. I misunderstood. I thought no meant no."

She nodded, then shook her head. "No, John, no meant yes. Yes meant yes. I love having my ass played with and you putting your cock in it was the most exciting thing I have ever felt."

"Well, I'll be glad to finish raping you as soon as we can quit laughing."

That struck us both as funny, and we were off laughing again.

I was sitting at the kitchen table when Shari came downstairs. She had changed, into a pair of holed, worn, skin tight jeans and a soft satiny bright red top that fell from her breasts invitingly.

She posed. She even wore high heels, very high, and I remembered my interest last weekend.

"Wow," I said, adjusting my cock. "I think my foot fetish is back."

"My feet are tiny," she said. "I wear a five and a half."

"They're pretty," I told her. "It makes me want to suck your toes."

She smiled prettily and went to the refrigerator. Twenty minutes later, I had the table set and was opening the wine and Shari was serving us small but very thick broiled steaks and fresh steamed vegetables.

I raised my wineglass to her and she smiled as she touched mine with hers.

"To possibilities," I said and she looked positively smoldering as she sipped her wine.

She put down her glass and leaned toward me, looking right into my eyes.

"Anything is possible," she said.

We ate and talked about the cabin and the "rape." Shari admitted she she often masturbated over something like this, being forced to do all the terrible, nasty, disgusting things that she really wanted and enjoyed doing.

"Dinner is perfect," I told her, and she smiled.

"Thank you, sir. I eat healthy, despite my girth."

"I like your girth," I told her.

"I loved the rough sex," she said. "It really turned me on."

I nodded.

"Yeah, me too, except I was afraid I'd hurt you."

"Don't worry next time. If you really hurt me, I'll let you know."

"How?" I asked, wondering how to tell her fake pleas from real ones.

She smiled gently.

"Because I'll rip off your balls and stuff them down your throat," she said.

I grabbed my crotch in mock horror. Shari chuckled, but it was a throaty, sexy chuckle that seemed to come all the way up from her cunt.

"I wanted an early dinner," she said, "so we would have all the rest of the evening for each other."

"Sounds marvelous," I told her.

It did. Last weekend we had so worn ourselves out Saturday and Saturday night that Sunday we just lazed around and recuperated. We managed to have sex once more, but it was just sex, simple and no frills.

I smiled.

"What are you smiling at," she asked.

"I thought of when we had sex last Sunday, when we were so tired. I was thinking it was "just" sex, because we didn't do anything else."

She looked at me, her expression open and inviting.

"This weekend is not "just" sex," she said. "This weekend is good, hard, nasty, play whatever game you like and who the fuck cares, tell me your nastiest fantasy and we'll make it real, let's get down and dirty sex."

"Wow," I said, trying to cover the erotic wave that just washed over me, "my favorite kind!"

She laughed and I joined her.

"You're so easy to talk to," I told her.

She got up from the table, putting the plates by the sink and refilling our wine glasses. She reached for my hand and led me to the couch.

We sat down and sipped our wine and looked at each other.

"So if I'm so easy to talk to, tell me what you want to do," she said, looking at me brazenly.

"What's your secret, the one you mentioned last week?" I countered.

She smiled and shrugged.

"It's a couple of things," she told me. "One was what we did when we arrived."

"A golden shower?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Yeah, but it didn't come out like I wanted. What I really want is you to pee on me, or make me pee myself in your lap, when we're both fully dressed.

I could feel my cock hardening again as I thought of that, and her ability to tell me.

"I think it's so sexy, so erotic, that you tell me these things. The thought of you peeing in my lap is really sexy.

She smiled. Again, she seemed relieved I was not just open to but excited by her little fetishes.

"I call them your kinks," I told her, "your little kinks. I have kinks too, like how much I love to suck and lick your ass. And sucking the piss out of you earlier. I really liked that."

Shari smiled at the memory.

"Yeah, I liked that too. It felt wonderful and kind of scary. You can suck my pee-hole anytime you want."

I smiled. Before last week, I would have been disgusted, even grossed out, at the thought.

Now it just seemed really sexy.

"I loved it when you fucked my ass," Shari said. "My pussy too, but I've never had my ass fucked and it felt better than I'd ever imagined."

I nodded.

"I've jacked off thinking about that all week," I admitted.

This interested her.

"What else have you jacked off over?" she asked.

"Fucking your pussy," I told her. She waited for more and I inhaled deeply.

"You wetting your pants and me sucking it. That was really sexy."

"What else?" she asked.

"Our first time, all hot and sweaty. Licking your asshole: I love that. Ripping your clothes, making you messy, just fucking like animals and not caring about anything."

Shari nodded.

"I like that about you," she said. "You get horny and just go for it. None of this "euuuw, that's nasty" or "romantic" garbage. I mean, you really are romantic, but you don't let that get in the way of a good fuck."

I nodded. The wild, uninhibited sex was just amazing.

I thought of something, then hesitated. Suddenly I knew exactly how Shari felt, sharing her secrets and being afraid of being rejected.

"Remember when we were in the shower last week?"

Shari giggled.

"Which time?" she smiled. "I think we took, like, fifteen showers."

I smiled and nodded.

"I had my finger in your ass, several fingers in fact, and you asked if you were dirty," I said.

She nodded, smiling at the memory.

"Yeah, I wanted you to ass fuck me right there. Why? Was I?"

I shook my head.

"No, you were clean. But there was a moment when I wished you weren't. There was this fleeting though of touching your shit up inside of you."

She looked interested, which was better than disgusted, as I had feared.

"So, you want to put your fingers in my shit-filled ass?"

Shari smiled, interested.

I nodded.

"I think so. I'm not sure," I told her honestly. I grinned at her. "I had a fleeting thought of barfing my guts out when I went down on your pants last week when you were peeing them."

She laughed delightedly.

"Really?"

"Yeah, and then it tasted great. So I don't know. Scat might be sexy or it might just be really gross."

She nodded her understanding.

"What about fucking my shit filled ass?"

Her voice was tight, and I realized it turned her on. My penis hardened at the thought.

"I don't know if I'd like it," I told her honestly, "but my penis thinks it's a great idea."

"Well, I was going to go to the bathroom, but I think I'll wait," she said with a secretive smile.

"I guess I can tell you my other little secret," she said.

"You're into it?" I asked, both relieved and very excited.

She nodded.

"I often finger-fuck my ass when I'm masturbating. I love the feel of being full, of touching my shit. Yeah, it's sick and gross, but I have been known to lick my fingers afterwards."

I looked at Shari, both slightly shocked and more than slightly turned on. Oh, my god...

"Would you shit your panties for me some day?" I blurted out.

Yeah, I admit it's a weird fantasy. But I do know that one of the things I was thinking about when I first looked at her marvelous, half naked ass was a fleeting thought of her losing it in her pants.

"I'd love to," she said, her voice still almost raspy with passion. "I've done it myself and masturbated over it. I never thought I would find someone who would actually ask me to."

She moved towards me and we kissed, passionately yet with something more. I kissed and held her, loving her big frame in my arms, her softness, her total lack of inhibition and yet her very real sweetness as a person.

I pulled back and looked at her.

"I have a little secret too," I told her. "I am really falling hard for you."

Her reaction surprised me. Tears suddenly welled up in her eyes and she smiled and grabbed me, kissing me all over my face.

"Oh, god, yes, Paul. Yes. I am too, but I was afraid to say anything. I didn't want to turn from slut kitten to expecting a relationship just like that."

"We already have a relationship," I told her. "I've been more honest with you than I've ever been with anyone in my life. And I know telling me some of the things you've told me wasn't easy. It took a lot of trust."

She nodded, wiping at her tears.

"Yeah, but great sex doesn't mean a great relationship, Paul. We hardly know each other."

I nodded.

"Well, I didn't say let's get married tomorrow," I said. "But I already deeply care for you and I thought you should know."

She looked at me with her moist eyes.

"I care for you too, a lot. I guess that's why I went so crazy that first day. I don't just fuck guys like that. But there was something about you..."

I took her in his arms and kissed her. We went from loving to passionate very quickly, and Shari pulled away.

"Does this mean we have to have sex again?" she whined in her little girl voice.

I laughed and grabbed her, tickling her. She began to giggle and struggle, and I held her down, my tickling fingers touching her sexy flesh and becoming groping hands.

Shari moaned. I slid my hands over her body. She was beginning to sweat from her excitement. We'd been playing a lot, but she hadn't gotten a really good orgasm yet, and she was already getting the crotch of her jeans damp.

Her worn jeans had a hole in them, high in the thigh, and I slipped my fingers inside and tore them. She grunted in pleasure, and we rolled to the floor.

I slid my hand inside the hole. I was surprised to find panties, and slid my finger under the crotch of them and into her hot, wet pussy. She moaned as I finger-fucked her.

"I have to go to the bathroom," she said. "Please, don't make me go here."

I looked up at her and she was smiling wickedly. So I continued to grope her, sliding my fingers along her tight slit and finding the crack of her ass.

"No, please," she begged. "I'm virgin!"

I found her ass and she tightened her butt, making it hard to get to her ass. Her pussy was just creaming, whitish fluid dripping from her, and I slid my hand over her wet cunt and then back up into her ass crack.

Shari moaned and fought. As she did so, I used my free hand to tear her jeans more. They ripped easily and Shari moaned at the sound.

"Oh, fuck, yes. Rip them. I love it."

She relaxed slightly and I got her asshole. She tried to tighten, but it was too late.

I rubbed her very puckered ass and then drove my finger inside of her.

Shit! Literally. She was full of it, soft and so fucking sexy. I couldn't believe it, nor how turned on it made me.

"You're full of shit," I told her. I moved my finger in it, feeling the hot, yielding stuff in her.

"Oh, Christ," I said, "my finger is buried in your shit!"

She arched as she orgasmed. The contraction moved her shit against my finger and I felt her ass open slightly. My arm was wet by her pussy, now getting really creamy.

Creamy. I liked that word.

"You're creaming," I said, finding her pussy with my other hand. "You're coming and you're creaming and your ass is pushing out with every come. You're about to shit your pants and that turns me on so much!"

She moaned and pulled my head down to her crotch.

"Oh, Christ, Paul, fuck me. Do anything you want to me. Make me shit, I'd love it. Oh, god, I have to pee. OH, JESUS!!"

An orgasm hit, hard, and she almost sat straight up as the spasm hit. I saw her white panties, still partially over her cunt, go dark and then the urine flowed through the fabric. My fingers were inundated with urine and her torn pants went dark. I put my mouth on her panties and sucked and drank her urine as it flowed though.

I slid her panties into place. She was still peeing, soaking her pants, the floor and me. I pushed my hands under her ass, feeling her soaked jeans as I finger fucked her ass, filled with shit.

"Oh, Christ," I said with sudden realization. "I'm going to fuck you through your shit."

Shari was almost sobbing with desire.

"Oh, god, yes Paul!" she said. "Fuck my ass. Go ahead. Fuck my shit-filled ass. Oh, Jesus, Paul, just do it, please."

Jesus, Paul, this is really sick, I thought. I tore her pants open over her ass and ripped her underwear. Away Then I pulled down my pants, my fingers dirty with her scat, and put the head of my cock to her dirty little asshole.

I fucked her as she moaned and cried and occasionally shouted encouragement. I trembled in excitement as I pushed my cock into her shit filled asshole. She moaned and sobbed and cried with passion. I ass-fucked her, so excited by the incredibly erotic feel of my prick inside of her, moving in her shit-filled ass.

I tightened and yelled as I came, harder than I ever had before. I arched and cried out as another spasm hit, then another.

I fell onto Shari, exhausted and exhilarated. She moaned and we kissed, softly and wetly.

"Jesus Christ," I told her. "I've never come like that!"

She smiled.

"I think you just had a multiple orgasm," she said with a little smile.

We just lay there for a while, and then the smell of the mess began to permeate my nostrils. I actually retched.

Shari nodded, sadly.

"Yeah, this is the hard part," she told me. "It's great when it's happening, and then afterwards, it's really gross."

We got up. I won't go into detail, but we cleaned up my penis and her butt and then showered, several times.

"Boy, that's a problem," I told Shari, trying to keep my stomach in check.

She nodded, with a sad smile.

"Yeah, I've done it, and I love it. But you have to clean up afterwards. That's the gross part."

We both checked the carpeted floor carefully for any splatters that had gotten away. We just threw away the clothes, putting them in a garbage bag, then double bagging it.

I kept smelling shit, and we went and showered yet again. Our passion was totally spent, so we just washed each other as thoroughly as we could.

Shari got some scented soap and we lathered in it, hoping to eradicate any residual odor.

Finally, she lit an incense in the living room and we lay back on the couch, in robes, just kind of amazed and really disgusted by the whole thing.

At least, I was.

"Well, welcome to the wonderful world of shit," Shari said with a bittersweet smile. "It's great while it's happening, then really gross when you're done."

I nodded.

"Yeah, I've never been so turned on, and my come was amazing," I told her.

"Yup. And then it's over, and you clean up the mess, going "what was I thinking?"

I leaned over and kissed her.

"It was wonderful," I told her. "I really loved it."

"But let's never do that again?" she asked uncertainly.

"Well, I want to do it again, but let's wait a while, okay?"

She laughed and nodded.

"Yeah, that's the way I always feel. Then, after a few days, the erotic part over-rides the gross-out factor, and you start thinking about it as incredibly sexy again."

I nodded, smiling. She was so open, so self-aware. She seemed intelligent beyond her years.

"How old are you?" I asked.

She looked over at me and smiled.

"I'll tell you someday," she said.

"Come on," I told her. "I'm twenty. I don't mind if you're a little older."

Shari looked at me, slightly insulted.

"Do I look a lot older?"

I shook my head.

"Honestly, no. I had you pegged at about nineteen, since you're a college freshman."

I shrugged.

"Sometimes you could be fourteen, and sometimes you could be fifty. You're so adult and mature, yet young and fun. I guess your age really doesn't matter, but I figure you must be older than you look, because you're so mature and confident."

She grinned.

"That's sweet, Paul," she said. "Wait until August and I'll tell you how old I am."

"August? Why August?"

"Cause my birthday is August tenth," she said with a secretive smile. "And then I can tell you my little secret."

I laughed.

"God, you're just full of secrets, aren't you?"

She nodded, with an almost nervous smile.

"Yeah, but this is really the biggest one," she said. "I don't want to tell you because you might be upset."

"Why would I be upset? I don't mind if you're a little older. Heck, you could be twenty six or even thirty. I wouldn't mind, really."

She nodded.

"No, our ages aren't that different," she said. "Only about three years."

I looked at her, not understanding, and then the truth hit.

"You're seventeen," I said.

Shari nodded, that look of fear that would cross her face when she was afraid of rejection was there, stronger than ever.

Yes, Paul, I'm Jailbait. I'm only seventeen."

I could feel my stomach twist. Jesus God, I had been fucking this girl, doing god knows what with her, and she was...

I saw the court scene, as the District Attorney, a woman in a severe dress and her hair in an equally severe bun, listed on a large blackboard all of the things Shari and I had done together. The jury watched me with righteous indignation and thinly-veiled disgust as the DA went down the long list: Anal sex, golden showers, coprophilia, ripping the minor girl's clothes, pouring oil all over her, taking her to Lake Tahoe (oh, God, had we crossed a State Line?) for a weekend of horrible, perverted debauchery.

I imagined the dank prison cell I would be calling home for the next ten years, the unwilling bed-mate of someone named Rocko.

"Don't look that way, Paul, please. I'm only two months away from eighteen. My parents know we're up here. Heck, they offered!"

I looked at her and shook my head. I felt sick. Oh, god, what had I done?

"You should have told me," I said.

She nodded, sadly.

"I wanted to. But after we'd already had sex, there didn't seem to be much point. Paul, it's only two months. No one is going to complain. It's really not that big a deal."

I thought of Law & Order. On that show, it could be a really big deal. Rykers, then prison. For years!

"You really should have told me," I told her curtly.

"When?" she countered. If I was starting to feel anger at her, she was getting pissed off too.

"When?" she repeated. "Before we fucked five minutes after we met? I was going to tell you that morning, when you came to fix the pool, but the conversation turned right to sex. And face it Paul, I wanted it, you wanted it. It was totally consensual."

"But you can't consent," I told her. "You're a minor."

Her reaction surprised me. Instead of being angry, Shari slid over toward me on the couch and began to slide her hand over my chest.

"Yes, Paul, I'm your little under-aged girlfriend. Your little jailbait slut, that brought you to Tahoe for a weekend of fabulous sex."

My mind was still reeling, but my cock was responding as well. My teen-aged girlfriend, too young to have sex but doing it anyway, our criminal passions too powerful for us to care, was really a turn on.

Shari moved against me, her big, soft breasts pressing against my chest.

"Please, mister," Shari said in her little girl voice, "my pussy is so horny.

I really need an older man to teach me how to please myself, and how to please him."

I had to laugh. Shari was no little girl, innocent and sexually inexperienced. Hell, I'd never met a woman like her, who was so experimental and comfortable with her sexuality.

"The thought is kind of sexy," I admitted.

"We have all summer," she told me with a sly glance. "Your can debauch your little teen-aged lover all summer, fuck your little jailbait girlfriend to your heart's content."

She slid her hand over my hardening penis. I moaned and she kissed me, her lips moist and her tongue hot and downright wet.

I kissed her back, sliding my hand over her under-aged breasts, touching her jailbait teen-aged body.

I pulled away from her.

"That's not fair!" I laughed. "Now I'm all turned on by you!"

Shari laughed too.

"I really was afraid to tell you," she admitted. "I was afraid you'd overreact. After all, I am almost eighteen. It's not like I'm twelve or something."

"Your parents don't mind?" I asked.

She shook her head and smiled.

"They like you. Hell, they know I'm sexually active. It was really my dad's idea for us to come up here."

"They know how old you are?"

Shari began to laugh.

"No, Paul," she said. "I lied and told them I'm twenty-one. They believed me."

"I mean," I said, realizing how stupid the question was, "they don't mind that you're with a twenty year old guy?"

Obviously not," she said. "I've been in college for a year. I'm pretty capable of making my own decisions."

I realized why I had assumed she was older.

"You're in college," I told her.

Shari nodded.

"I graduated High School at sixteen. I skipped a year: I'm a good student. I started college right after my seventeenth birthday."

I nodded. She was very bright. Skipping a year of school made perfect sense.

I smiled over at Shari.

"I'm sorry," I said. "It was just a big surprise."

I grinned at her.

"I was already thinking of what to say at trial," I told her.

"Blame it on me," she laughed. "I really did seduce you. You can be the nice, reliable college student and I'll be the terrible, under-aged sex fiend who attacked you and forced you to do all these perverted things!"

We both began to laugh. I wiped my face, and realized I was sweating.

"God, you had me scared," I told her. "I'm all sweaty. I was having horrible thoughts of being in prison and having a boyfriend named Rocko.

Shari squealed with laughter.

"Oh, God, poor Paul! I'm seventeen! If you did get caught, I think you get a ticket or something. It's not that big a deal, and my parents certainly won't complain."

I nodded. I wondered it the ticket thing was true, but she was right. No one would really care.

I took her in my arms again and kissed her. God, she didn't kiss like a seventeen year old.

Then I realized she DID kiss like a seventeen year old, and that excited me. God, I was having sex with this beautiful teen- aged girl.

I slid my hand into her furry crotch, easily available under her robe. I cupped her warm pussy and began to feel her. She moaned and rubbed my cock through my robe, then pulled it aside. She took my cock in her hand and began to rub the entire tip with the palm of her hand.

I moaned in pleasure.

She pulled back and looked up at me from under her coy eyebrows, batting her lashes.

"Are you turned on by your under-aged girlfriend?" Shari asked with a seductive smile.

I nodded.

"Yeah, I really am," I admitted.

She smiled up at me.

"Well, you'd better hurry, because you only have two months. Then I'll be legal."

We kissed again. I slipped her robe off her shoulders and pulled her naked body against me. She was pulling down my robe and my cock was against her soft belly. She spread her legs as I slipped my hand into her warm crotch.

I pushed her down beside me on the couch, rubbing my cock against her soft flesh. She moaned and kissed me even deeper.

Her pussy was getting wet, and I slid down and found her slit with my cock and slid inside of her. She moaned softly as I began to slowly fuck her, enjoying the slow, soft sex we were having.

We made love, because that's what it was. We softly explored each other as I screwed her, slowly and tenderly, just enjoying the closeness and the wonderful feeling of her body against me, our mouths intertwined and my cock deep inside of her, moving slowly into her and then out, or just laying there as she tightened her pussy muscles and massage my cock.

"God, that feels great," I told her. I just laid still, and she tightened and loosened on me, sucking my cock further inside of her, then letting it go and allowing it to slide back.

"Oh, god, you're cunt is alive!" I said. I groaned as she tightened again and I felt her getting damper.

We both came off together, her pussy tightening and rubbing my cock as I sprayed inside of her, moaning with pleasure. She chuckled and ran her hands in my hair as we kissed and sucked gently at one-another.

"That was wonderful," I told her. "Where did you learn that?"

"That's my PC muscle," she said. She smiled at me lasciviously. "It's had years and years of training," she added, and we kissed again.

I woke up the next morning in the big, empty bed. We had gone to bed and kissed and fondled each other last night, and simply fallen asleep in each other's arms.

Then I smelled hot bacon, and got out of bed, pulling on my robe.

Shari was cooking and I stopped and stared at her. She had on an apron and a pair of high heels.

And that was all.

She turned and smiled at me.

"Ready for breakfast?" she asked provocatively.

She served me breakfast, then took off her apron and joined me, stark naked.

She slipped a knife into the butter.

"You like butter?" she asked, spreading the butter on her dark, erect nipple.

"I'd love some," I said.

"Jam?" she asked, using the knife to spread strawberry jam on her nipple.

"Sure," I said, getting up and approaching her. She turned, pushing out her breasts so I could lick the butter and jam from her tight nipple.

"Mmmmmm," I said, as I licked off the delicious coating, then slid my mouth over her nipple, sucking her deep into my mouth.

She moaned and I touched her other breast.

"You'd better sit down and eat before your breakfast gets cold," she said.

I reluctantly let her breasts go and nodded.

"You're right," I said as I sat down. "But that was a hell of an appetizer."

She chuckled and we began to eat breakfast together.

"Do you like to swim?" she asked.

"Love it," I told her.

"Can we go swimming later?" she asked. "There's a private beach just down the road."

"Sure," I told her. "That sounds great."

"We could go shopping in Tahoe City too, if you'd like," she said.

I nodded, my mouth full of wonderful scrambled eggs. I finally managed to swallow and smiled at her.

"I love shopping," I told her. "Are there neat little shops?"

Shari nodded vigorously.

"All kinds of them," she said. "There's a mall and everything."

I smiled at her. It sounded like great fun.

It was. We went swimming (God, the water was cold!). We kept dunking each other, and I got my fingers under her swimsuit and into her very hot pussy several times, which she loved. I had to be careful getting out of the water because of my raging hard-on, but fortunately, no one seemed to notice.

We drove into Tahoe City and went shopping. There were all kinds of neat places, and we had tremendous fun looking and flirting with each other.

We ate lunch in a nice little restaurant overlooking the lake, then went looking through art galleries and incense shops and all kinds of things.

Shari bought a bottle of scented Kama Sutra oil.

"This is cool," she whispered. "It's thick and dark, and tastes like shit should taste, but doesn't."

I laughed and whispered back, "All the fun and none of the nasty!"

She giggled and nodded.

It was late afternoon before we got home. It was just a wonderful day together, and Shari lay against me in my pickup as I drove back to the cabin.

"That was fun," Shari said softly.

"Yeah, it really was. We spent more than we should have, but that's just shopping."

She nodded. We had bought clothes and incense and the sex oil, along with food and some different cheeses and things. It was both fun and kind of exhausting.

We went upstairs, and lay on the bed. We kissed and hugged, but we were both tired. We got undressed and slid under the covers, doing a little more petting before we fell sound asleep.

I woke up about seven that evening. I had to look around a moment before I remembered where I was.

I moved up against Shari, who was curled up facing away from me, still asleep. I gently slid my hand over her ass and between her splayed legs, cupping her pussy. She moaned in her sleep and pushed her pussy against my hand.

I began to gently rub her pussy, sliding my fingers inside of her cunt and finding the wetness that I then spread on her folds.

She moaned again, and began to move her ass rhythmically, rubbing her pussy on my hand.

I slipped my prick up inside of her and she began to make little grunts and twitches, as her body reacted.

Then she woke up.

"Oh, shit!" she cried in surprise. "You ARE fucking me. I was having the sexiest dream!"

She began to move her hips and her pussy got even wetter. She moaned and writhed, biting her fingers as the first orgasm hit, hard.

She soaked my cock with her excitement, and that really excited me too. I starting going deeper and harder, taking long strokes into her pussy.

She had another orgasm, and I came, suddenly! One moment it felt so good and the next I was trying to crawl inside of her, to come as deep inside her wet cunt as I could.

It hit me like a blunt instrument and I came, feeling my jism squirt into her, again and again.

"Shit!" I yelled. "Oh, yeah!"

She turned in the bed, smiling.

"That's one great way to wake up. Can I put in an order for that every morning?"

I grinned and we kissed for a while, and then got up.

Shari leaned over and looked at me across the kitchen table. She had made us each a chef's salad, with ham and turkey cubes and a wonderful dressing she did herself.

She was in an outfit she'd bought in town, a pair of really, really tight shorts she'd gotten for two dollars on sale and a T- shirt that had a slightly wrinkled Tahoe ski resort iron-on scene over her full breasts.

It had cost a buck.

"Jeeze, I didn't realize the mountains around here were so big!" I said, looking the picture of the downhill skier over her big breasts under the shirt.

"The shorts are really small," she told me. "They're right up in my cunt and ass. They feel terrific!"

I grinned. Shari was so hot-blooded, and she made no bones about it.

I was getting hard just sitting there.

We ate our salads and looked at each other. She finally sighed.

"Well, you didn't say anything about this morning, so I'll assume shit games are out of the question."

Oddly enough, my cock jumped, even as my brain tried to agree with her.

"Did you want to again?" I asked.

She shrugged, obviously a little embarrassed.

"No, not really. I mean, it was so fucking sexy today! I loved it. But we don't have to. It's kind of gross."

That was about the way I felt about it too. My sexual side said we could certainly experiment, and my logical side said "yeah, but you have to clean up. Besides, that's pretty sick.'

We just sat and ate and left the subject a big unanswered question that kind of hung in the air.

After dinner, I went out on the front porch. I don't smoke often, but I like an occasional cigarette.

Shari came out and smiled, taking the cigarette from my fingers and slipping it between her bright red lips. She had made herself up, heavily, and was really hot looking, in a kind of slutty teen-aged hooker way.

"I like an occasional butt," she said, inhaling deeply on the cigarette. My cock got hard. I'd never thought of smoking as sexy, but she sure made it erotic.

She exhaled, blowing the smoke from her mouth and nose appreciatively.

I stepped up and took the cigarette from her. I tasted her lips on it as I took a drag.

Then I exhaled, sliding my hand around her and over her throat.

"Smoke it, bitch, or I'll hurt you," I whispered.

She tightened up and took the cigarette, taking a small puff.

"No," I said. "Inhale it deep into your lungs."

She did, very deep, than exhaled with a happy sigh.

"Christ, Paul, that was so sexy. I love it when you take control like that."

I suddenly realized what the problem was today. Something had been nagging at me, but I wan't sure why.

I took a long drag myself, as I mulled my discovery.

"What's the matter, Paul?" Shari asked.

I smiled.

"Nothing," I told her. "I just figured out why today has been a little uncomfortable."

She tilted her head, listening.

"I've been kind of uncomfortable, waiting for you to take the lead. I mean, I woke you up with sex, and you didn't mind. I'm uncomfortable telling you how much I loved fucking your ass, so full of shit, because I want to make sure you didn't mind. I want to play piss games again, but am waiting for you to suggest it. I guess you kind of took the lead at first, and I just, I guess, assumed that was what you liked."

She nodded, gravely, and took the cigarette and took a deep puff.

She handed it back to me and looked at me.

"I want to make you happy," she said. "I want to be happy. When you grabbed me and started pulling off my clothes, I loved it. I loved that you waited to ass-fuck me until you could soak me in oil. You're a really good, very experimental lover. I like that."

"I love those shorts," I told her. "Watching you piss them would be a real turn-on."

Shari smiled wickedly.

"Right here, in front of everyone?"

There was a group of teenagers walking down the street at that moment. And people walking or driving by all the time.

I grinned back, no doubt wickedly as well.

"Only if you sit on my lap first," I said.

Public fucking is one thing. But public peeing is even nastier. Then I had a sudden vision. My cock jumped and I looked at Shari, handing her the cigarette.

"We wait until nightfall," I told her. "I forbid you to use the bathroom before then."

I pointed at a wooden lounger, with redwood slats to sit on.

"Then we come out, and you can pee, sitting on my lap. Then I can fuck you, right in front of God and everyone."

She giggled, obviously turned on by the thought.

"You're going to fuck your under-age girlfriend right in the front yard?" she asked provocatively.

"Yup," I told her. "I'm going to put my piss wet cock inside of you and cover your mouth so you don't scream."

She looked absolutely ablaze. She looked up at the sky.

"How long till dark?" she asked breathlessly.

I laughed and she joined me. We kissed, right there on the porch, and I felt her hand on my cock, teasing and touching me with her talented little hands.

"You could tie me up," she suggested.

"Not out in public!" I whispered and she started to laugh harder.

"No, we'll keep bondage for private times," she said, still looking stimulated by our conversation. "Would you like to do that sometime?"

I nodded.

"Shari, I can't think of anything I wouldn't like to do with you."

She smiled and kissed me, sweetly and softly. I kissed her back and we just stood and hugged on the porch.

"I'm really perverted," she said.

"I noticed," I told her. "I guess I am too."

"Not like me. There's tons of things I haven't told you, about fantasies I've had."

"God, and I thought we were running out of ideas!" I told her. She giggled sexily.

"Nah, there's all kinds of stuff we haven't tried." Her eyes opened in surprise as she thought of something.

"Oh, God, Paul, I forgot. I brought something really cool."

She scurried into the house and I followed her. She ran upstairs, me right behind her groping her hot little ass and her giggling and letting me.

Then she went into the bedroom and grabbed her suitcase, throwing it on the bed and opening it up.

She pulled out a long, flesh colored dildo. Or at least it was flesh colored if people were made of bright pink latex. She showed me.

"This is Dickie," she told me. "Dickie Dildo."

"Hi, Dickie," I said.

She handed it to me and kept digging, coming up with a wad of nylon strapping. She turned to me with a wicked leer. I could smell her excitement and her crotch was already wet from it.

She held it up and grinned at me.

I looked down at her, a sneaking suspicion growing.

"What is it?" I asked.

"It's Dickie's strap," she told me. "He's Dickie the Strap- on Dildo.

"Oh," I said, really unsure how I felt about this. "So Strap- on is his middle name?"

She laughed and took Dickie from me, fastening the straps to the spots on him obviously for that purpose.

She showed me Dickie, all ready for action.

"This is the ball part," she pointed. "That's the back. It goes in my pussy. This ridge rubs right against my clit. And this part," and she leered at me evilly as she pointed at the cock part, "goes as far up your ass as I can push it."

It was really strange. Being ass-fucked, for a heterosexual guy, is not a big fantasy. At least, it's never been one of mine.

But the thought of being filled with Dickie and having Shari wearing it, coming all over the ball on the other end, was really fucking sexy.

"Okay," I said. "We'll try it."

She smiled and kissed me.

"Thank you, Paul. God, I can tell you anything."

I smiled. That was true. There did not seem to be any limits to what we could share. That in itself was exciting."

I grabbed her and kissed her. We just shared a wonderful kiss, over our mouths, our lips, our faces. Just enjoying the taste, the wet and each other's excitement.

Then Shari pulled away.

"I'm dying of thirst," Shari said. "Would you like a beer?"

I nodded and we headed downstairs, leaving Dickie on the bed.

Shari pulled a couple of beers out of the fridge and handed me one.

We went over and sat back on the sofa. I took a long pull on the beer and shook my head, smiling at Shari.

"Is there any limit to our perversions?" I asked.

"I hope not," she said with a provocative little smile. "You see, I am very Bi-curious."

Oh, Jesus Christ. Every guy's most major fantasy and here she is talking about getting it on with another woman!

"Really?" I asked.

She nodded.

"I had a girlfriend when I was in my teens and we got drunk last night and really got it on. But she freaked the next day, and never talked to me again."

"Was she any good?" I asked. My dick was really curious as well.

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, she was drunk off her ass, we both were, but she ate me until I came, several times. Fingers up my pussy and ass, the whole nine yards. It was wonderful!"

"How old were you?" I asked.

She smiled at my interested reaction.

"I was fourteen," she said. "So was she. She had the biggest tits of anyone in our class, and I always wanted to touch them. Her cunt was really dark: She was African-American."

I loved the thought of her and a Black girl getting it on.

"Were there any others?" I asked.

"I wish," she said. "I mean, I French kissed a couple of girls and even played with their breasts, but they chickened out before we got to the good part."

"Did you eat her cunt?" I asked.

"Toni's?" she asked.

"I guess so. Your African-American girlfriend."

She smiled proudly and nodded.

"Yup. And her ass. She was really hot looking and it was great. I could feel her coming on my mouth and tongue."

"So you want to try that again?" I asked.

She smiled at my enthusiasm.

"I want us to try it. I want to watch you fuck her too."

I almost fell over with lust. Oh, my god! What a wonderful idea!

"You wouldn't mind me fucking her?"

"Mind?" she said. "I want to help! We'd both do her, and her us. Maybe she'll turn out to be as perverted as we are."

I shook my head, mock seriously.

"I'm sorry. Outside of Institutions for the Sexually Insane and a few outlawed sex clubs in Europe, there is no one as perverted as we are.

She giggled and kissed me.

"Silly, silly boy. I bet I can find someone. In fact, I have someone in mind!"

"Really?" I asked.

"Yes. She's really cute and interested, though we are taking it really taking it slow."

"You mean," and I drew myself up in mock indignation, "you're out cheating on me already!?"

"Eatin ain't cheaten," she said. "And besides, we haven't moved beyond a little kissing and petting yet."

"Who is she?" I asked, fascinated. God, what a fantasy!

"You'll find out soon enough, if she decides to do it. She's kind of nervous about it."

Shari smiled at me and leaned towards me, licking my ear so sexily. She knew the words she was about to say would be sexier yet.

"She's virgin," she whispered into my ear.

Wow, talk about a ton of bricks falling on your head! First I find out my girlfriend is seventeen, then that she wants to share another woman with me, then I find out this woman is virgin!

My mind flashed on Shari, her mouth full of another woman's pussy, and I almost came off in my pants.

"Don't get your hopes up too much," she warned. "We haven't even moved to pussy touching yet. She may chicken out."

"Did you tell her about us?"

She nodded.

"Yeah, and I told her I wanted to watch you fuck her. It seemed to excite her, a lot."

"Really?" I said, my excitement obvious. Share nodded.

"I know. It really excites me too. She has a clean bill of health, and wants us both to get tests again first."

I nodded.

"Is she perverted?" I asked.

Shari wiggled her eyebrows at me.

"Not yet, but she has real potential."

"Is she over eighteen?" I asked, suddenly fearing bringing even more problems into my life.

Shari shook her head.

"No, she's only twelve, but she's mature for her age."

I stared at Shari, aghast, and she collapsed in a gale of giggles.

"God, you're so EASY!!" she squealed. "You should have seen your face! Oh, Christ, it was PRICELESS!"

I had to wait for her to quit laughing before I could ask the question again.

"Okay, how old is she?" I asked. Damn, I can be easy sometimes.

"She just turned eighteen, Paul. She's totally legal and completely safe. She's even on the Pill!"

"Why is she still virgin?" I asked.

Shari shrugged.

"She almost had sex with one guy, but he came in his pants and blamed her for exciting him too much. She's kind of a brain, so she always did homework and stuff, and hung out with the nerds. She's shy, too, and that made it hard."

"It certainly makes me hard," I told her.

"I'm glad," she said. "I was afraid you'd go into the "We're a couple and we don't need any nasty outside woman in our relationship."

I smiled at Shari.

"Honey, you can bring as many nasty outside women into our relationship as you like."

She grinned.

"I'm so glad you understand. I mean, I wouldn't want another man. You're more than enough for me. But women have always turned me on."

She smiled at me softly.

"There was a long time there, after Toni and I had that great night, that I thought I was a Lesbian."

I nodded. I could understand that. If she enjoyed women, that would be a logical assumption.

"I mean, I've had a few male lovers, some for a few months, some for a lot less than that, but I never had a good relationship with a man until I met you."

I smiled and nodded.

"Yeah, my love life has been pretty spotty too. I just hope you don't think our relationship is based purely on sex."

She shook her head, but couldn't help but smile.

"I love sex. I love fucking. I love trying different things. I love that I have found a man I can trust with my most private turn-ons and my deepest fears. We have a lot more than sex going for us, but I think sex will always be a big part of our lives."

"At least," she added, "I certainly hope so."

"So do I," I said and we kissed, wetly and deeply. Oh, Christ, we were going to fuck again and I really wanted to. I got up and took her hand, dragging her up from the couch.

"Where are we going?" she asked.

"Out on the front porch. We're gonna make out, feel each other up, you are going to sit in my lap and pee for me, and then we're going to fuck, right in front of everything."

"Oh," she said, mock disappointment in her voice, "That again?"

That got us both giggling and we opened fresh beers and brought them out with us on the deck.

I lay on the wood recliner and Shari lay on top of me. We made out, kissing and touching each other in the darkness. There was a light, cool breeze and I watched as a couple passed, glancing over at us.

"They can see us," I whispered to Shari.

"Let me pull down my shorts and give them a good look," Shari whispered. We both giggled and I took her bountiful ass cheeks in my hands, rubbing them together.

"OOOoooh!" she said. "That feels so nice and nasty."

"That's us. I'm nice and you're nasty."

She kissed me, harder this time.

"You're nasty too. You're my asshole eating, shit-fucking man. My back-door man."

We began to really kiss then. I ran my hands over her ass and down between her thighs, feeling her pussy bound up in the very tight shorts.

"Your pussy's getting wet," I whispered. "You're creaming your shorts, right here on the front porch."

I could tell this excited her from the moan and the way she ground her cunt against me.

I found the edge of her shorts. They were way to tight to get past, even to find a place to tear them, so I slid my hands under the waistband above her butt, pushing my way down her ass until I found her wet pussy.

"I'm touching your wet pussy, right out here in front of everyone. I'm pushing my fingers into your cunt and you're creaming your shorts, right here on the front porch."

Shari moaned and kissed me passionately. Her pussy was moving with her passion, soaking my fingers in her juices.

Then she sat up on my lap, her crotch right against my hard cock. She reached up and ripped open her own top, exposing her full tits, her nipples hard with arousal.

I reached up and felt her in the darkness. It wasn't all that dark, and that was a turn-on as well.

She moaned slightly and shifted, and I felt her pussy get really hot. I closed my eyes in thrilled excitement. The heat spread and my prick got hot too.

Shari was peeing herself, in my lap.

God, it felt so good! I was afraid I might come off right then from the wonderful feeling and then figured if I did, oh well.

She continued to piss, and piss. God she was full of it! My pants were getting soaked and I didn't care.

I put my legs close together, feeling the pee pool under her cunt and ass. I slid my hands over her crotch, cupping it as the flood continued.

Finally, it began to subside, and I felt her fingers at my pants, unfastening and unzipping them. She lifted her hips, pulling my pants and underwear down.

Then her wet shorts were right on my cock, her pussy rubbing against me through the wet, very tight, fabric.

She did something to my pulled down jeans and I heard the CLICK of my folding knife.

Only for a very brief moment did I imagine being horribly gutted or emasculated by Shari. But then I heard the ripping of fabric and realized she was tearing off her own shorts.

I felt her hot, wet cunt right against me in the darkness. Then she moved my cock vertically and pushed me inside of her hot, moist, piss-wet pussy, fucking herself on me, right there on the front porch of the cabin in the semi-darkness.

I looked up at her, her breasts glowing in the moonlight, her lovely face gripped with her passion. She moved back and forth, as well as up and down. It was like she was riding a bicycle, except that my cock and lap were the seat.

She let out a little cry as her first orgasm hit. She shoved my cock deep inside of her, deeper than I had ever been.

Then she started moving again, faster and more desperately, as she fucked herself, literally, with my cock. I lay and enjoyed the unbelievable sensation of having my cock fucked, rather than being the fucker.

I could feel her starting to come again, and the wetness of her pussy set me off and we both came, hard, wonderful comes. Shari cried out in passion and I managed to just grunt way too loudly as I shot off inside of her wet, constricting pussy.

I lay there, feeling exhausted, though I had done little of the real work. Shari lay down on me, my cock still deep inside of her, licking my nipples and making little moans of delight as her pussy continued to twitch.

I was very aware of everything, the stars overhead and the whisper of the wind through the pines, and the deep sounds of the mountain night.

Shari's breathing slowly came back to normal and she moved against me with a small moan.

"God, I hope I didn't make too much noise," she said. "I was really going there."

"Yeah, you were," I told her, petting her hair. "So was I."

She slid up beside me, pulling my cock out of herself. We kissed and touched one another and enjoyed the beautiful night.

"God, it's pretty," she said. "The stars are so bright against the night sky. They look like sequins strewn across black velvet."

I nodded. They were beautiful.

I sighed and stretched, then lay back to enjoy.

We woke up about a half hour later, as the thin high-mountain air began to chill. Shari actually woke me up, by kissing me.

"We fell asleep. We should go in. I'm freezing."

So was I. The wet, so hot and sexy earlier, was now cold and damp, and the rising breeze was raising goose bumps. I managed to pull up my pants.

"Jesus Christ, that's cold!" I said as the very cold wet pants touched my crotch.

Shari nodded.

"My ass is frozen!" she whispered. "I'm really looking forward to a hot shower.

Which is what we did, standing under the pounding hot water and warming ourselves and washing each other.

Then, all scrubbed and clean and exhausted from the wonderful day, we went upstairs and went to bed.

We snuggled under the warm covers, then fell asleep in each other's arms.

I woke up to the feel of her mouth on my cock.

I actually didn't wake up at first. I was dreaming the really hot twelve year old girl that Shari was trying to pass off as eighteen was sucking my cock. I watched in both horror and erotic fascination as this little girl (she'd gotten younger as the dream went on) sucked my cock.

One of my college instructors was there, and he shook his head as he watched.

"My wife is a cop," he said (that particular professor's wife was a cop). She's not going to be happy with this at all."

I was trying to explain the girl was really eighteen (of course, by this point she looked maybe eight) but I knew he would never believe me.

Then I woke up and realized it was Shari, sucking my cock with total enjoyment and abandon.

I just lay and enjoyed it.

She finally began to suck it, in and out of her hot, wet mouth, almost swallowing the whole thing.

I just lay and enjoyed the waves of pleasure and my building orgasm.

Then she slowed down. She began to lick softly at the head and shaft, which felt wonderful.

Then she'd start sucking and mouth-fucking me, until I started to tighten up, getting ready to come off.

Then she'd slow again.

She must have done it twenty times, until I was so aroused it was almost painful.

Then she started sucking and mouth fucking me again, and I felt myself getting ready, and she didn't stop.

I actually cried out as I came in her mouth. She sucked greedily at me as I had several hard spasms, each shooting more come out of my cock into her hot, wet mouth.

She crawled up against me and fondled me, very gently, until the immense spasms of pleasure subsided.

"I think you are multi-orgasmic," Shari said as she crawled up from under the covers.

"Nah," I told her. "You're just fantastic at that. I couldn't quit coming!"

As I said that, another little spasm hit and Shari giggled.

"Poor Paul! You didn't mind, did you?"

I shook my head, smiling.

"I was getting pretty anxious," I admitted. "Every time I started getting ready, you slowed down! But no, it was really cool."

She smiled.

"Let's go out for breakfast," she suggested. "There's a great little restaurant just down the road."

I nodded and we got up and ready. We drove toward the place, marveling at all the bicyclists, joggers, runners and walkers on the path beside the road.

The traffic on the pedestrian path was heavier than on the road.

I stopped as a small group of joggers waited to cross the road. They smiled and waved and started across.

One in particular was really attractive, blonde and with great legs. I was watching her ass, in her little jogging shorts, when Shari moved up against me.

"Wouldn't you like to fuck her?" she asked, sliding her hand over my cock. She looked up at me with a knowing smile.

"I would," she added.

Well, my cock jumped at that and Shari giggled. I looked at her in amazement.

"You don't mind me looking?" I asked her. It was just ingrained: You don't check out other women when you are with your girlfriend. It's only going to end up in a pissed off girlfriend.

But Shari just smiled and nuzzled my ear.

"I don't mind you looking at other women one bit, Paul," she said. "You can touch them if you'd like."

Well, my erotic overload (Jesus, what a thought!) was suddenly interrupted by the guy in the SUV behind me hitting his horn, and waving angrily. The group with the blonde in it was long gone, and I was just sitting in the middle of the two lane highway.

I shook my head and drove on. Shari just laughed.

"It's not your fault," she said. "All your blood was in your crotch. Your brain wasn't engaged."

I looked over at her.

"You really don't mind me checking out women?" I asked.

She looked at me sexily.

"As long as you don't mind me checking out women," she said with a suggestive smile.

"Or touching them," she added.

Of course that got me thinking about our conversation yesterday, about a threesome. I was so busy thinking about that I missed Shari pointing at the restaurant we were going to.

She hit me gently as we passed it.

"Paul! Wake up! That was our restaurant."

I grimaced and started looking for a place to turn around. I was afraid Shari would be pissed, but she just smiled and shook her head.

"Are you sure you're safe to drive?" she asked. "Is this like driving while impaired, only it's driving while engorged?"

She giggled and did a fair impression of me.

"I'm sorry officer, but my girlfriend got me so excited that my hard-on burst out of my pants and obscured my vision."

The thought a a huge erection exploding out of my pants, kind of like an inflating airbag, hit me as terribly funny. I started laughing, as did Shari. We laughed and giggled and made rude comments as I got turned around and went back to the restaurant.

Breakfast was great, made especially fun by our waitress, a cute young redhead who began joining in with our little jokes. We at least kept it clean, though Shari did tell her I was enjoying watching her butt and the young waitress just smiled and took it as a complement.

"Shari, quit flirting with the waitress!" I hissed under my breath.

Shari smiled insolently.

"I had to," Shari said. "You weren't! She's cute. I wonder if her pussy hair is red too?"

I shushed her, and she giggled and we just had a marvelous time being together.

When we got home from breakfast, Shari smiled at me thoughtfully.

"My pussy has been wet all morning," she said. "You want to know why?"

I nodded. I had never had so much sex in my life, but Shari was as horny or hornier than I am. Besides, I wanted to know what had her turned on.

"Thinking of you fucking Mitzi got me going," she said with a leer.

"Mitzi?" I asked. "The eighteen year old virgin?"

She nodded.

"Yeah, but I want to play, too. And I was wondering if you would assist me in an experiment."

"Sure," I told her. "You don't know unless you try."

I wasn't sure what she wanted to try, but hell, after everything we had done together, I was pretty open to just about everything.

Shari smiled and took off upstairs.

"I've got to change," I heard her say as she disappeared up the stairs.

I waited, my cock getting interested. God, what next?

I heard Shari coming down the stairs.

She had on a Catholic school outfit, with a plaid checked skirt that came just above the knees and a modest white blouse. She had put her hair back in pigtails, and wore knee high white socks and little girl shoes.

I looked at her, my cock jumping, and she smiled.

Then she picked up her skirt and my heart leapt.

She had on no panties. Instead, the pink dildo stood erect between her legs, the black webbing holding it in place looking incredibly sexy against her white skin.

She smiled.

"I'll make you a deal. You can do whatever you want to the little Catholic schoolgirl, if I can fuck your ass with Dickie."

God, I was so... well... horrified, disgusted, excited, aroused and titillated, all at once. Jesus, she wanted to ass- fuck me!

Part of me was scared. 'Isn't that awfully gay or something?' - kept going though my mind, along with 'Isn't that going to hurt?'

My next question was partially to buy time while I thought about this. But I was also genuinely curious.

"Where'd you get the Catholic School outfit?" I asked

Shari grinned.

"Catholic School, silly. I went to Saint Aloysius." She smiled slyly.

"Now I want to play nasty Catholic girl's school games with you," she said. "What do you say?"

I shrugged. The whole thing was so perverse, yet fascinating.

"Can I see?" I asked, pointing at the dildo. She spread her legs and knelt on the couch over me. Shari's erotic excitement filled the air like incense, dark and salty and electric.

I looked up at her pussy, the ball base of the dildo filling her cunt-hole. The dildo fit tight against her hirsute folds, the ridge on the back up inside her slit.

A drop of moisture dripped out of her. I put out my tongue as it ran down over the latex dildo, and it dripped into my mouth.

I took the cock in my hand and gently began jacking it off. The base in her pussy moved with each stroke, and Shari moaned and her body tighten in pleasure.

"That is so incredibly sexy," I told her, watching her pussy get wet with her pleasure. I kept jacking off the dildo, and jacking off Shari at the same time, moving the dildo harder and faster as she got excited, just like a real fuck.

She began to moan and tremble.

"Shit," she said. "That feels wonderful."

Her mention of the word made me look at her ass, and I realized there was a round latex cover over her asshole.

"What's this?" I asked, pushing at it and hearing her groan in pleasure.

"That's my butt-plug," she said. "I haven't introduced you to all my little friends yet. This is Owee. I named him when I first got him, because he was a little Owee when I put him in, but now he just feels good."

I shook my head in impressed disbelief.

"How did you get him? Aren't you supposed to over eighteen?"

Shari smiled secretively and sat on the couch.

"One of my Dad's friends has a porno shop, The Adult Toy Chest, at home. We went to the opening when I was fifteen. My dad told him it was okay to let me shop there, because I guess he figured I was better off playing with myself than maybe getting pregnant or a disease."

Shari's eyes were bright, and I figured I was going to learn another of her secrets.

I was right.

"I went there occasionally, mostly for lesbian magazines and movies. Then I found Dickie. He looked wonderful, but he was a hundred and fifty dollars."

She looked at me, her arousal obvious. This was something that had really turned her on.

"I didn't have the money, so I offered Lou, the owner, a deal. He could feel me up and kiss me and eat my pussy in exchange for giving me Dickie."

"How old were you?"

"Fifteen," she said with a secretive smile. "Major jail- bait. And I was wearing my school uniform and everything."

"Isn't that prostitution?" I asked.

She nodded.

"Yup. I gave him sexual favors and he gave me a great oral orgasm. And Dickie."

I couldn't tell you how turned on I was. Here is this girl, admitting she was prostituting herself at fifteen, and proud of it.

And here I was, her boyfriend, incredibly excited by that fact.

"Did he fuck you?"

She nodded her head.

"A few months later. He offered me five hundred dollars in cash. What could I say?

I spent the night at his house, one weekend when my parents were out of town."

"How was it?" I asked.

"I was virgin," she said. "It was wonderful. He took the time to get me warmed up, then gently had sex with me. He told me not to expect much the first time, so I didn't. But the next day, I had an orgasm and everything."

"You sound like a confession magazine." I told her. "I Sold my Virginity for Five Hundred Dollars."

"I know," she said huskily. "It still turns me on to think about it."

It turned me on as well. Jesus, that was strange, but it was also highly erotic.

"Did you do it again?"

She nodded.

"Yeah. Lou liked to five me things in trade, so I ended up with all kinds of cool stuff. And Lou was a really good lover, though he wasn't really into the experimental stuff. I think he liked to fantasize I was this sweet young thing, so we just did oral and stuff. And fucked a lot, of course."

"You said you hadn't had a successful relationship?" I asked curiously.

"Yeah, Lou wasn't a relationship. He was a fuck-buddy. And it really turned me on that I was getting paid for it."

"So you never went out or anything?" I asked.

Shari giggled.

"No!" she said. "I don't think his wife would have approved. It was a nasty little transaction, completely hidden from everyone. And it was a real blast while it lasted."

"What happened?" I asked.

"The porn store went under," she told me. "It was never really successful, and his giving me stuff probably didn't help. Anyway, his wife made him sell it and they moved to Seattle."

I nodded. Shari was a woman who knew what she wanted and went for it, even when she was fifteen.

Of course, I reminded myself, this was only two years ago.

I leaned over and kissed her. She responded instantly, pulling my head to her and opening her mouth, letting me put my tongue in her mouth and meeting it with her own. I slid my hand down, feeling her brassiere through her shirt.

"Wow, a bra and everything!" I said and she chuckled sexily.

"Bra's are a required part of the uniform," she told me with a leer.

"is this a part of the uniform?" I asked, grabbing Dickie through her skirt and gently moving him in and out.

She moaned.

"Yeah, my Catholic School was really run by Satanists, so we had to wear them," she joked.

"Cool," I said, loving watching her getting turned on as I jacked off Dickie. I pulled up her skirt and watched her full- lipped pussy as the I moved the dildo and the dildo fucked her.

"God, this is really a turn on," I told her.

"Doe's that mean you'll let me ass-fuck you with it?" Shari asked, her eyes bright.

I looked at her thoughtfully.

"How much will you pay me?" I asked.

She laughed, then tightened as moaned as she had a little orgasm.

"I have dirty pictures of Mitzi," she offered, raising an eyebrow, gauging my reaction and smiling as I took the bait.

"The virgin you're tying to corrupt? Where?"

Shari smiled.

"Upstairs. They're not very explicit, but they're getting there. Besides," she told me with her innocent smile, "I'm not corrupting her. I'm saving her from a life of abstinence."

"Oh, I understand," I said with a smile. "You're doing this for her own good."

She nodded.

"I really am. Mitzi is hot and really cute. She's afraid of sex, because of all the crap from her parents and school."

She smiled sexily and slid her hand over my cock, feeling it though my jeans.

"And she let me put my hand in her crotch when she was peeing on the toilet. She said it was really exciting."

Yeah, my cock gave a jump at that one. Then Shari jumped up and ran upstairs, returned a few moments later with some photos.

"Mitzi developed these at home. Her mom has a dark room."

She handed me one.

The picture was of an extremely pretty Oriental girl. She was kneeling on a bed, wearing a short beige skirt and nothing else.

Her breasts were tiny, with very small, dark nipples. She was very slender, and looked very young in this shot.

"When was this taken?" I asked her.

"About a month ago," Shari said. "This one's more recent."

She gave me another photo. It was taken in a living room. And Mitzi was standing with one knee on the couch, her back to the camera.

She was naked, and her small ass was perfectly heart shaped. Her slender back was wonderfully sexy, with her black hair falling all the way to the top of her ass-crack. She was twisted to face the camera and one of her small breasts was visible, the nipple very erect.

Her smile had a real "come-hither" quality, and her dark eyes were bright, the way Shari's got when she was really turned on.

"You haven't had sex yet?" I asked.

Shari shook her head.

"No. Her mom's a photographer, so Mitzi has no problem posing naked. But we've kissed a lot and felt each other's breasts. I've touched her, through her pants, but she's still real nervous about that."

"And she peed on your hand?"

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, and I got to look at her. Her pussy is really smooth, and almost bald. God, it's sexy!"

"Is she really interested?" I asked, really interested myself.

Shari nodded.

"She really is, but she's nervous too. It's just going to take time, but I would love to watch you pop her cherry."

I looked down at the great photo of the girl.

"So would I," I told Shari honestly.

"Well, I showed you the photos, and I already told you that I'm at your service later. So," she said, her eyes glinting with horny, "can I fuck your ass with Dickie?"

I turned to her. The thought of it was really beginning to turn me on.

"Sure," I said.

Shari smiled hugely and jumped into my lap.

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you. Don't worry," she said with a wicked little smile, "I'll be gentle."

She got up and ran into the kitchen, returning with a cube of butter.

"What's that for?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Come upstairs with me and I'll show you," she grinned.

We went upstairs, stripping the bed down to the bottom sheet over the wool mattress pad.

"When we're done, you can do whatever you like to me," Shari said, breathless from excitement. She turned and smiled provocatively.

"Butter stains so bad, so I'm afraid my outfit will be ruined anyway."

I smiled, my cock hard. Shari loved her clothes torn, and I really liked tearing them.

It's great when you find a wonderful playmate that loves the same things you do.

I slipped down my jeans.

"Leave on the underwear," Shari said.

I took off my t shirt and got onto the bed with her.

"How do we do this?" I asked.

She kissed me in response. She pulled away just long enough to whisper to me:

"Lay on the bed, face down. I'll take care of the rest."

I did, both stimulated and a little apprehensive. I felt her hands on my butt, then realized they were greasy with butter.

She slid her fingers under my underwear, spreading the now- warm butter on my butt and down between my legs. Shari fondled my scrotum with her greasy hands and I felt her fingers at the entrance to my ass, hot and oily.

God, it felt wonderful. And then she slid a finger deep inside my ass. The sensation was really erotic, and I could feel my prick give a jerk as she began to finger-fuck my ass.

She took my underwear in both hands and tore them open. Shit, that felt sexy. I saw why Shari enjoyed it, because I did too.

I felt her skirt against my ass, and then there was something big at the entrance.

I tensed, then tried to relax. Dickie began to slide in, kind of like taking a dump in reverse. Yeah, that sounds sick, but the fact that Shari was going to fuck my ass was really erotic.

I moaned and pushed outward as the dildo entered. It felt tight all the way up to my throat, and I moaned as she began to fuck me.

She moaned too, and I realized that, with each thrust, she was fucking herself as well.

I just abandoned myself to the feeling, the dildo in my ass, my cock rubbing on the sheet I lay on with each thrust.

She touched something deep inside of me with the dildo, and my eyes went wide, my mouth opened and my cock exploded. I came all over myself and it was great.

"Oh, Shit!" I said. "Jesus, I came and it was fantastic!"

"I loved it," Shari said, still fucking me. "I love seeing my dildo filling your ass, and feeling every movement in my cunt."

That was exciting, but I realized my cock would take some time to recharge.

She pulled Dickie out and I wished I hadn't come, because I really wanted to fuck her. But my dick was already going limp.

And that gave me another idea.

I turned around and grabbed Shari, pushing her onto the bed. Then I grabbed Dickie and started masturbating him, and her. She moaned in delighted excitement.

"Shit, I see why guys like fucking," she moaned. "It feels great!"

"You just want to fuck Mitzi," I told her.

She moaned and nodded.

"Oh, God yes. We can both fuck her at once."

God, that was so sexy. Yeah, I know. Everything was sexy! But the thought of fucking that cute girl, with Shari fucking her with a strap on dildo at the same time, was really cool.

"I could fuck your ass at the same time you fuck hers," I said. Shari came off, hard, and I could feel the wet spray from her pussy.

She was really turned on.

"You could fuck my ass right now," she said, gritting her teeth as another spasm hit.

I shook my head.

"No, I can't. I just came. I won't be able to get hard again for a little while."

"Damn it!" she said. "Use Dickie."

I shook my head again.

"No," I said, getting up from the bed. "You're going to jack off Dickie, and yourself, while I watch."

She began to move Dickie up and down, moving the latex ball in her cunt and the latex ridge against her clit as well. Owee, the butt plug, was still in her ass and she was just moaning and writhing.

I stood up, taking my limp penis in my hand.

"Since I can't fuck you with this..." I said, aiming it at her.

"Oh, shit, yes!" she said, realizing what I was going to do.

"Pee on my face and hair too," Shari said. "I've always fantasized about that."

I began to urinate, the stream hitting her breasts, soaking the material of her blouse and making her bra covered breasts visible through the wet fabric.

"Oh, God that's hot!" she moaned. "Oh God, I love it!"

I moved the stream up her body, spraying her face and hair with it. She opened her mouth and I directed the stream between her lips.

Just come or not, my cock was beginning to respond. I peed down her clothed body, soaking her skirt and directing it right into her pussy, still being jacked off by Dickie, as Shari shoved him back and forth.

Seeing my girlfriend jacking off, jerking the cock up and down as I pissed on her cunt, was just amazing. My urine stream was beginning to slow and I wet her thighs and legs, getting on her knee high socks as well.

"Oh, my god. That was wonderful," Shari said. "Oh, shit, I'm still coming."

She tightened as yet another orgasm hit. I knelt beside her, feeling her piss-soaked breasts through the wet fabric of her blouse.

I kissed her, tasting my urine on her lips and mouth, and that was really erotic. I ripped at her blouse and bra, just tearing them aside and finding her damp tits and feeling them, twisting her nipples rather hard.

She moaned and arched.

"Shit, yes! I love that. Bite them. Not too hard, but hard enough to hurt."

I moved down and took a nipple, tasting of my pee, into my mouth and got it between my teeth. I gently ground it between my teeth and Shari moaned in ecstasy.

"I want to fuck your ass," I told her and she rolled onto her side. I found her asshole and slid my mostly hard cock, the head slick with excitement, over her ass and began to push into her.

The feeling got me completely hard and I slid deep into her ass.

Shari moaned and fucked herself harder with the dildo. I could feel it moving in her cunt as I screwed her ass, and loved the feeling.

I fucked her, just like she had fucked me, as she jacked herself off with the strap on dildo, her body and now mine soaked in my piss.

We both came at once, really hard. I grunted, trying to get my cock as deep inside her ass as I could, and she grabbed her pussy and cried out as she orgasmed helplessly, the come jerking her body again and again.

Then we just lay together, wet and exhausted, my cock still in her ass and her dildo still in her, and enjoyed the wonderful feeling of one of the best fucks (and my very first time having my ass fucked) we'd had.

"Are we perverts?" Shari asked again, as we sat down to dinner.

After showering and changing the bed, we'd fired over the barbecue out front and grilled hamburgers. Now we had the big patties on huge buns, with lettuce and tomato's and pickles and mustard and ketchup and avocado and red onion and all the other possible ingredients for a truly great sirloin burger.

I nodded.

"Yeah, I don't think there is any doubt any more," I told her. "We are definitely, certifiable perverts."

She smiled and nodded. She'd changed into a little matching shorts and top outfit and looked so pretty and fresh and, yes, innocent.

"I guess the scat game was the last straw," she said.

I nodded.

"Yeah, and the golden showers and you fucking me with a strap- on dildo."

She nodded thoughtfully.

"I'm getting together with Mitzi this week," she said. "Maybe next weekend will be better yet."

"I'm not getting my hopes up," I told her. "She'll probably run screaming and that will be that."

But Shari just smiled at me over her huge hamburger. Her eyes were bright, and her smile had a certain confidence.

"I guess you'll just have to wait and see," she said.

Shari looked at me thoughtfully.

"I'm afraid I'm going to wear you out," she told me.

I shook my head.

"It's like exercise," I told her. "The more you do, the more you can do."

"So we can fuck again tonight?" she asked, her eyes bright.

"What?" I asked. "Only once more?"

She grinned wickedly.

"Well, I guess we have to get you on a rigid schedule," she punned. "You're coming along nicely, but I want you erect and available at all times!"

We both laughed.

I'd like to say we had more great sex that evening. But we were getting worn out. So instead, we walked down to the little store nearby and rented Sixth Sense. Neither of us had seen it, so we loved the surprise ending.

We went to bed that night, and just snuggled.

I marveled over the amazing events of the weekend, thinking that this weekend was going to be one of the high points of my entire life, one of the erotic milestones of my life.

I had no idea the events of the next weekend would totally eclipse this fantastic weekend I'd shared with Shari.

Chapter 3

All week at work in the home center, I thought about last weekend.

God, Shari was just amazing. And then she brought up the other girl, Kim, the slender little Oriental girl.

The virgin.

Yeah, I had a hard on all week. Well, last weekend Shari had asked about what I masturbated about. This weekend, I could tell her.

Everything!

I realized I was surrounded by women. Well, it was no different than usual, but now I noticed them. All ages, all body types. I was just on a testosterone high.

But it was Shari that kept occupying my thoughts. Her voluptuous body, so hot and willing and, yes, underage.

I fantasized about her and Kim, or her and me, with no restrictions on our pleasures.

We sure hadn't found any yet.

I realized I hadn't really reamed her asshole last week and filed that away for when we got together again. Weird, yeah, but I loved it. And Shari was totally comfortable with almost anything.

Shari was right, keeping our weekends for us, but not dating during the week. We would have jumped into bed (or whatever was handy) and stayed together all night and I would be totally burnt out for work.

So I just fantasized about her.

Shari dropped by work on Wednesday. She was dressed in a summer dress, fresh and innocent looking, except for the three inch heels she wore. Shari saw me and smiled.

"You have plans for the weekend?"

"Yeah, I hope so," I told her.

Shari took my arm and we walked away the counter area.

"I talked to Kim today, but she's just not ready," she told me quietly.

I nodded. It was a big step. Hell, it was a big step for me, and I wasn't virgin!

"But," she added, "my folks are driving down to my Aunt and Uncle's for the weekend. I'm going down with them Friday night, in my own car. But I told them I would come back Saturday afternoon."

I nodded.

"So we can have Saturday night together?" I asked.

Shari nodded.

"And most of Sunday. They won't be home until Sunday night. So give some thought to what you want to do."

She smiled enticingly and lifted her dress, exposing a flash of white thigh above her nylons, held up by garters.

"I'll be totally available," she leered.

Shit, that made my cock hard. Shari was the most sexually open woman I had ever met.

When she said totally available, she meant it!

She kissed me, running her tongue into my mouth quickly, then stepped back and winked.

"See you Saturday afternoon," she said. "I'll call when I get home."

Shari turned and walked out of the exit, her pretty little ass rolling under her dress.

Damn! Just five minutes with her, and my cock was harder than a rock.

By Saturday, I was on the verge of falling over with lust. I had spent the rest of the week thinking about things we could do.

The funny thing was, doing them was not the point. Being with Shari, enjoying her arousal and just being with her was the real pleasure.

I thought about Shari's lush body. God, she had such a plethora of body, big breasts, a wide, rounded ass, full thighs and a wonderfully full cunt. It was like an embarrassment of riches.

I'd never had a big girlfriend before, and while Shari was certainly not immense, she was marvelously well-rounded.

When the phone rang around three, I leapt up to answer it.

It was Shari. She sounded tired, but said to come on over.

I drove over in my truck. If Shari was tired, I decided not to push it. Hey, she's my girlfriend, not my whore.

I parked in the driveway and walked up to the door. I rang the bell and a minute later, Shari opened the door.

She did look tired, but she smiled when she saw me.

"Paul, come on in."

I noticed she wore jeans and a bright yellow top, the straps crisscrossing over her shoulders and the cleft of her breasts revealed by the low neckline. Shari loves to dress up.

Shari walked into the living room and I followed.

"You sounded tired on the phone," I told her.

Shari turned and nodded.

"Yeah," she said. "I really didn't sleep well last night."

I smiled.

"Hey, don't feel obligated to do anything. We can just kick back and take it easy."

She smiled gratefully at me.

"That's so nice of you, Paul. But I really can't just kick back."

"Why not?" I asked.

In answer she walked up to me and kissed me. I love her full lips and she parted them, so our tongues could touch and we could kiss in the abandoned way that turned me on so.

At first, I wondered what she had eaten, because her mouth tasted strange.

We continued to kiss, and the salty, musky flavor got stronger.

I pulled back and looked at her, both surprised and very turned on.

"You have cunt on your breath!" I said.

Shari smiled and nodded.

"I got lucky last night," she told me.

"Kim?" I asked, unbelievably aroused.

Shari shook her head.

"Better," she said. "My cousin, Tanya."

Wow! She'd had sex with a girl last night and now we were going to have sex.

I took her in my arms, pulling her full breasts and body against me. Shari moaned happily.

"How was it?" I asked. I wasn't jealous at all, just excited she had found a woman to enjoy. That was definitely one of her turn-ons.

She pulled away from me and smiled.

"Why don't you come upstairs and find out?" she said.

I stared at her, and heard a voice by the stairway.

"He doesn't have to come upstairs. I'm right here."

I looked over. A woman stood at the bottom of the stairs. Her hair was long, straight and golden blonde. She was pretty, in a dark way, very tanned, with bright blue eyes, set off by very dark makeup. The blonde hair had an amazing effect against her darkly tanned skin and her lips were full and red and pouty.

She wore in a blue jean skirt, short enough to show an expanse of brown thigh. Her cream colored top was cropped, and her breasts were nearly as full as Shari's. In fact, she looked a lot like Shari, except that she was taller and her skin was much darker, giving her an exotic look that contrasted wonderfully with that blonde hair.

She smiled.

"I'm Tanya," she said, with a slight Southern accent.

I guess I looked like an idiot, standing there gawking, because Shari giggled.

"I think Paul just lost it," Shari said.

Shari didn't walk towards me. Instead she walked over to Tanya, cupping one of her breasts in her hand and kissing the taller girl, wetly and thoroughly.

My cock jumped. Jesus Christ, this was sexy!

"Don't forget Paul," Tanya said, smiling and walking towards me. "He'll be jealous."

Tanya walked right up to me, tipping her head up and kissing me. I kissed back and she opened her pouty lips, flicking her tongue against mine.

I took Tanya and held her, feeling her full body and her wet lips and tongue working at mine.

Oh, god, I could taste Shari's pussy on her mouth! Tanya moved up against me, rubbing herself on my hard cock.

Then Tanya stepped back and smiled at me, then over at Shari.

"You were right, Cousin," Tanya said. "He looks like he'll be able to handle us both."

Shari nodded at her, smiling, then looked over at me. I could see the doubt in her eyes. She hoped I wasn't unhappy with the arrangement.

I smiled at her. I was ecstatic. Tanya was smaller breasted than Shari, but still ample. And her ass was wide and inviting, especially in the short jean skirt. She was about five six and sexy in a very different way than Shari was. She was harder, both in appearance and feel: She was strong under that ample body. Tanya had called her 'cousin, ' and I wouldn't be surprised. Tanya was taller and darker, but nearly as lush as Shari and their facial features were similar. They could well be related.

"You were right," Shari said to Tanya. "I don't think he minds at all."

Tanya laughed, a low, sexy chuckle. She turned and looked at me invitingly.

"You don't mind, do you, Paul?"

I shook my head. I was so horny I wasn't sure what I was thinking, but minding was not a problem.

"Not at all," I managed to say.

Shari giggled.

"Shari said you smoke?" Tanya asked.

I nodded.

"Occasionally," I said.

Shari smiled at me. I was fascinated by Tanya, but Shari didn't seem to mind. In fact, we were both checking her out.

"Let's go outside," Shari said. "My folks don't allow smoking in the house."

Tanya nodded, grabbing her cigarettes out of her purse. We went out on the back patio, into the hot day.

Shari led us around to her private area, hemmed in on all sides by fences and bushes. It was shadowed here, but not a whole lot cooler. Shari sat on one end of the old glider. She caught my eye and patted the seat beside her and I sat beside her.

Tanya sat beside me, lighting her cigarette and mine. I shared with Shari, who just looked happy.

"Tanya's a bad girl," Shari said, suggestively.

I looked at Tanya, who shrugged.

"I'm not really," she said a little defensively. "I got married at seventeen, and I've had a few experiences.

I nodded.

"What happened to your marriage?" I asked.

I saw her mask slip just long enough to realize Tanya was neither as tough or as confident as she came off. I could see the hurt in her eyes.

"He left me. He was twenty-eight, and he found a fifteen year old."

Tanya looked at me, and I could see she was a little afraid of what I would think. She and Shari had that one trait in common.

"That's sad," I said.

She took a deep drag from her cigarette and shook her head.

"Yeah, he left me for this little brat and I divorced him. Finding out I had syphilis was the last straw."

"Syphilis?" I said.

Tanya managed a sad smile.

"She was fifteen, but she was far from virgin, despite what she apparently told Tommy," Tanya said.

"That was last year," Shari said. "Tanya just turned twenty- two."

Tanya turned to me and smiled.

"Well, that's my sad story. I was really lucky, because Tommy was much older than me, and he taught me a lot about sex. That he was pretty good at. It's his fault I love sex as much as I do."

Tanya leaned over against me and looked up at me.

"I was virgin when I met him at sixteen. But he and his friends taught me a lot. Now I'm great in bed."

Tanya smiled at me, provocatively.

Shari moved up against me on the other side, pushing herself against my arm, hot and willing.

"She's safe, too," Shari told me. "She got fully tested after she had the Syphilis and she doesn't have anything now."

Tanya laughed, almost embarrassed.

"Don't be put off, Paul. I'm not a slut. In fact, Tommy and two of his friends are the only men I've ever had sex with. After the divorce, I kind of swore off men."

I nodded. A bad relationship can do that.

"And women," Shari said. "I was her second, last night."

I nodded. Jesus, this was sudden. My cock was totally ready, but my brain felt a little addled.

Tanya smiled.

"Yeah. I never realized my sweet little cousin was a pervert. But I have to tell you, she shocked me last night."

Shari giggled.

"We had a few drinks and got to messing around," Shari told me. "Then, after she went to bed, I went in and attacked her."

Tanya grinned at me.

"Yeah, I cried and screamed, but she wouldn't take no for an answer."

"You kissed ME, Tanya," Shari said.

"Well, no sex for a while can do that," Tanya said. "I was weak and vulnerable."

"Tanya plays games," Shari told me.

"Hey, Shari, don't tell him all my secrets," Tanya said. "You gotta leave some mystery in it."

Shari giggled, then got up and sat beside Tanya and kissed her.

I just sat and watched them, kissing wetly and touching each other's bodies. It was so sexy; tanned, dark Tanya with that shocking blonde hair and rather hard look and little, pale, sweet Shari, kissing uninhibitedly, their tongues on each others lips and mouths and tongues.

I put my hands on Tanya's back and she leaned back against me.

I slid my hands around her, finding her breasts, full and aroused already. They hung nicely and I began to feel her up, sliding under her little top, finding her hard, amazingly erect nipples and gently fondling them.

Tanya broke off kissing Shari and looked at me over her shoulder.

"Don't just caress them, Paul," Tanya said. "Get in there and grab them."

Shari nodded at me, her eyes bright.

"Tanya likes it rough," she said, smiling.

I took Tanya's breasts, harder. They were smaller and harder than Shari's, thought still very full. I squeezed them hard and Tanya moaned.

"Oh, shit, yeah," she said, her voice muffled by Shari's mouth. "That's more like it."

Tanya turned around and kissed me, wetly and sensually, sliding her hand down and finding my cock, hard and ready.

"Oh, shit," she said, "I really want to get fucked. It's been way too long."

Shari nodded at me from over her shoulder.

"I told her I didn't think you'd mind," Shari said with an uncertain smile.

God, I was back on that first time with Shari, when we were feeling each other up in the barn at work. I held off, until Shari made it clear she wanted sex, and I realized I wanted it too, and why shouldn't we?

If I didn't fuck Tanya, I'd be kicking myself tomorrow.

I slid my hand over her body as we kissed, feeling her full breasts through her little top and then slid down to her skirt, pulling it up and finding her panties, tight and pressed up against her twat. I felt her, sliding past her panties and finding her deep opening, already damp inside.

Tanya moaned as I felt up her pussy, sliding my fingers in her deep slit, and up inside her vagina, already feeling slick with pleasure. I slid my fingers inside her slit and she moaned, pushing her twat against me.

"Don't just play with me," she said. "Get in there and go for it."

I pushed harder and she moaned. I slid two fingers up inside her, pulling her pussy open and was rewarded with her thick, greasy- feeling lubrication.

"Yeah, that's better," she said. "Take control."

We heard the neighbors in their back yard, and Shari looked up, putting her fingers to her lips.

Tanya got up, pulling down her skirt, but not before I saw she had on a gold colored thong. It went great against her nut brown full ass. Shari led us back inside the house.

Shari looked at the clock and grinned.

"Let's go get dinner and have a little fun in the car."

Tanya looked at me and shrugged.

"I am kind of hungry," she said.

"Lets go to Bob's Pizza and we can get a couple to bring home and bake," I offered.

"And some beer," Shari said.

"I have ID," Tanya offered.

So we all three ended up in my truck, with Shari on the other side and Tanya in the middle. Shari had her hands all over Tanya, who really seemed to be enjoying the attention.

I touched her as I drove, but I didn't want to push too hard.

But Tanya turned to me.

"You don't know how much I appreciate this," she told me. "I haven't had good sex, or any sex, since Tommy left me."

I nodded and took that as an invitation. I slid my hand up under her skirt, feeling her pussy. It was not as full as Shari's, but deeper set and Tanya's juices were much thicker and viscous. I slid my finger into her folds and she moaned.

"Jesus, I want to get fucked," Tanya said.

"She likes it up the ass, too," Shari said excitedly and Tanya hit her.

"Don't go telling him everything. Jesus, next you'll be telling him I like to get tied up!"

"Oh, yeah," Shari said, "Tanya's really into bondage and discipline. You can spank her butt before you fuck it."

Tanya looked over at me and shook her head, obviously both turned on and a little embarrassed by Shari's excitement.

"I think my baby cousin is excited," Tanya said.

I nodded, looking at her attractive, very sexy face, framed by her blonde hair.

"So am I," I told her.

We stopped at Bob's and all three of us went in. I watched Tanya and Shari, one taller and really foxy in a kind of cheap thrills way, and the other shorter, more lush and sweet looking.

And both of them wanted to have sex with me. And each other!

A few minutes later we had two big pizzas, a twelve pack of beer and a package of chocolate chip cookie dough for desert.

We clambered into my truck and Tanya put the pizzas on her lap.

"Cool truck," she said. "What year is it?"

"A forty-seven," I told her. "First year Chevy made trucks after World War Two."

She nodded. I was proud of my little truck, and most women took little interest in it.

But Tanya seemed to like it.

We sat around the kitchen table, the steaming pizza's and cold beer tasting wonderful together.

I smiled at Shari, who did look tired.

"So you didn't get much sleep last night?" I asked.

She shook her head proudly.

"No, we were up half the night. It was great."

Tanya nodded.

"Yeah, it was. I had a girlfriend in high school and of course Tommy and his buds. But they were all really staid and boring compared to Shari."

I smiled and nodded.

"The Marquis De Sade was staid and boring compared to Shari," I told her.

Shari threw a pizza crust at me.

"I'm not that bad," she objected. "I'm just open-minded."

"I didn't say it was a problem," I told her. "I was just making an observation."

"Shari told me you had rough sex sometimes," Tanya said, her dark eyes bright.

"Yeah, we have," I told her.

"I like it rough," Tanya said. "Real rough, sometimes."

"She's had bruises and everything," Shari told me.

"Hey, that was an accident," Tanya said defensively. "I had way too much to drink and it felt really good until I saw the bruises the next day."

I nodded.

"Well, you tell me if I'm too rough and I'll back off. I do gentle too," I added.

"Gentle can be nice," Tanya said. "But I really like it when the guy takes control."

Tanya smiled and looked over at Shari.

"Or the girl," she added.

Shari grinned.

"It was so cool last night," Shari said. "I did everything I wanted to and all she did was come."

Tanya nodded.

"I didn't realize how much horny I had built up," Tanya said. "It was an amazing night."

I could tell. They both looked exhausted.

"I told her about Kim," Shari told me. "Tanya and I are old friends. Heck, she's my cousin."

"If you can't keep it in your pants, keep it in the family," I said.

"That's terrible!" Shari giggled. "Besides, she's like a second cousin."

Tanya shook her head.

"No, I'm your fist cousin. My mom and your mom are sisters," Tanya said with a wicked grin very reminiscent of Shari's when she was being really 'bad.'

"Incest," Tanya said, smiling at me. "A sport the whole family can enjoy!"

We all three laughed. I don't think cousins is really incest, but I had a girl cousin I would have jumped on in a second if I had the opportunity, incest or not.

The girls were having fun, but I realized the atmosphere was not really sexual.

"You both seem pretty fucked out," I said and both girls nodded.

"Yeah, I'm dead," Shari said. "We were up till like four in the morning."

"Drinking as much as we did didn't help either," Tanya said.

"I wasn't the one who snuck the bottle of gin upstairs," Shari said with a smile.

"Well, I wasn't the one who kept waking me up by licking my pussy," Tanya said.

They both giggled.

"Okay," I said, "now I'm getting jealous. You guys apparently had a wonderful night and I missed out."

"Oh, poor Paul," Shari said with a giggle. "We got lucky and he didn't."

Tanya smiled. She actually seemed concerned I would be a little hurt by Shari's success.

"Don't listen to Shari. Eating pussy has a mystical quality: It can make you into a real cunt."

Shari looked offended.

"I'm not being a cunt. I'm excited!"

"Yeah, telling Paul all about how great the sex was, and he didn't get any," Tanya said, and winked at me.

"There's something I learned in High School," Tanya said, "in my creative writing class."

Tanya got up from her seat and walked over to me. She knelt down beside me and kissed me, her mouth redolent with pizza and beer and Shari's pussy.

I turned in my chair and Tanya sat on my lap, pushing her pussy against my hard cock as we kissed. I slid my hand up under her blouse and found her flaccid nipple, which began to harden as soon as I touched it.

We kissed, growing more passionate as we did. My cock was right against her cunt, and she was moving herself against me. I pulled her closer in my lap, loving the feeling of this virtual stranger in my lap, totally involved in our petting and kissing.

Tanya pulled back and looked at Shari, who was watching with bright eyes as we made out.

"Show him, don't tell him," Tanya said, slipping off my lap and to her knees. She unfastened my pants and began to unzip them.

I watched in disbelief as she pulled my cock out and went down on me with that pouty little mouth. Tanya slid her tongue hard around the tip, then run it down along the shaft and back up and over and around the tip. She slid her fingers over my cock as well, finding my wet hole and spreading the juice over the head, then licking at it.

Then she put her mouth to the tip, her lips closed, and pushed down, forcing her lips apart and taking my cock into her hot mouth.

It was entering a pussy, only it was her mouth, and her wet tongue was waiting to play with the head of my cock and probe beneath the edges of it as she fucked my cock with her mouth.

Then Shari was there, bending over to kiss me, hot and wet and totally abandoned.

God. I kissed Shari, running my hands over her lush body, while her cousin gave me a fantastic blow job.

Shari and I were really kissing when Tanya slipped her mouth away from my cock.

"I really want to get fucked," she said.

I turned and Shari answered for me.

"Sure," she said, totally turned on. "I want to see."

Tanya got up and went into the living room, dragging me by the hand. She sat on the couch, and dragged me down beside her. She was really horny, almost desperate.

She spread her legs, giving me a great shot of those metallic gold panties, and pulled me over on top of her.

I just took advantage of the situation, kissing her and feeling her breasts, denser and harder than Shari's, with these big, hard nipples. We kissed and sucked and licked at each other, and I slid my hand down her body. I could feel her spread her legs even further for me.

I slid my hand under her skirt and cupped her, pushing hard on her pussy and being rewarded by a moan of pleasure.

"Yeah," Tanya said, "grope me. Get right in there and go for it."

I slid my fingers past her thong and found her twat. Her lips were not as full as Shari's and she was not as hirsute, nor near as wet.

I found her clit, large and hard, and I rubbed it between my fingers. Tanya bucked and her mouth went wild on mine. I began to rub her clit, hard, and she did begin to lubricate, thick and viscous. I pushed my fingers inside her cunt and Tanya moaned.

"Oh, shit," she said. "Fuck me, please. Fuck me hard."

I felt something at my pants and realized Shari was unfastening them. Shari pulled them down, then took my cock and wet it in her own hot little mouth.

Then she positioned me at Tanya's entrance.

I pushed into her, going as deep inside as I could. Tanya tightened and groaned.

"God, yes, Paul. Fuck it. Fuck it hard," Tanya moaned.

I began to fuck her, pulling almost all the way out, then pushing into her hard. She cried out at each thrust, and her cunt got slicker, though not really wet.

I fucked her, hard, taking her breasts in my mouth and sucking and biting at them, not too hard, but hard enough to hurt.

Tanya began bucking and wriggling, not in the fun way that Shari did, but almost desperately.

"Shit, yes. Fuck me, use me, make me come!"

I pushed even harder into her, and kissed her roughly. The more aggressive I was, the more turned on she got. And that turned me on too.

Her little top kept getting in the way and I grabbed it and pulled it. It ripped, and Tanya's cunt tightened hard on my cock.

"Oh, shit, Tom, rip it. Fuck me, rape me, make me your whore."

I realized she'd used her ex-husband's name, but I didn't care. I tore her blouse the rest of the way off, burying my face in her fragrant breasts, smelling of tanning oil and perfume. I took one of her nipples in my teeth and pulled on it and she arched in passion.

I was really fucking her now, our bodies slapping together at the end of each deep thrust. I could feel Shari's hand on my balls, then Tanya began to cry out.

"Oh, God, yes. Fuck my ass. Put your fingers in me!"

I could feel Shari's fingers through the wall of Tanya's pussy, deep inside her ass and right beside my cock.

Shari was fucking her ass, and I was fucking her cunt, and she was beginning to sweat and smell wonderful and suddenly I realized I was going to come and I fucked her even harder, slamming deep into Tanya, into this strange girl, into strange pussy...

Tanya came, and that was the last straw. I grunted loudly and shoved deep inside her spasming pussy and came, hard. She cried out and had another spasm, pulling my cock even deeper inside of her.

I lay on her lush body, looking into the sweat and tear- stained face of this girl I had just met, this hot dark-haired woman with her deliciously tanned skin, with her blond hair falling across her face, feeling her body against mine, my cock deep inside of her cunt.

Tanya opened her deep blue eyes.

"Shit, that was nice! Thank you."

Tanya kissed me and I kissed back and we explored each other's mouths as her pussy continued to spasm occasionally.

Shari moved up and smiled at us.

I took Shari's head and pulled her down and kissed her, tasting her very different wetness and tongue and lips and flavor. Then Shari kissed Tanya, wetly and erotically.

Tanya pulled my head down and we all three kissed, all lips and tongues and mingling wetness. It was so sexy!

Then Tanya fell back onto the couch.

"Shit, that was WONDERFUL!" she said. "Damn, it's been way too long."

We got up and went back into the pizza and beer. Shari winked at me. I could see her eyes were very bright.

Watching me fuck Tanya had turned her on too.

"What size shoes do you wear?" Shari asked Tanya.

"Five and a half, six," Tanya answered. "Why?"

"So do I. You can get of your tennies and put on something sexy."

Tanya looked over at me.

"We just get finished screwing, and she's all ready to go," Tanya said.

"I haven't gotten any yet!" Shari said.

"He won't be ready again for hours," Tanya told her.

"Oh, yes he will be. Bet you five bucks I can get him hard again."

Tanya smiled at me, and winked.

"You're on," Tanya said.

Shari got up and walked over to me. She pushed her soft, fragrant breasts into my face. I was struck by the physical differences between these two women, and also very turned on by them.

Shar knelt down and unfastened my pants, pulling them and my underwear down, and taking my cock, already semi-hard, in her wet mouth.

Tanya was great at oral sex, but Shari was better. Her mouth was so hot and very, very wet, and she used her soft, full lips to massage the head of my cock, licking at it with her softer, wetter tongue.

I realized she was tasting Tanya too, since my cock was still wet with her pussy juices.

I responded almost immediately, getting hard in no time.

Shari looked over at Tanya triumphantly.

Tanya just sat back and looked unimpressed.

"Okay, you got him hard. Now what are you going to do with it."

Shari got up and started to her side of the table.

"I just said I could get him hard. I didn't say I'd do anything afterwards."

Tanya looked at me, her eyes bright, then turned and grabbed Shari, wrestling with her.

"My little cousin can be a real cunt," Tanya said. "I think she deserves a good, hard fucking."

I got up and joined. Shari was swearing and giggling, and Tanya grabbed her top and ripped it open, turning her toward me, her big soft breast exposed though the rent in her blouse.

Shari struggled as I took her breast in my mouth and sucked it, hard like I had Tanya's.

Shari moaned.

"Oh, god, please don't rape me," Shari said. "I'm virgin!"

Tanya twisted her head back, kissing Shari, forcing her tongue deep into her mouth. Shari was fighting her, and Tanya grabbed her breast, twisting it hard.

Shari's eyes got really big and I thought Tanya was really hurting her.

Then Shari came, hard, holding her legs together as the spasms kept coming.

"Shit!" Shari said.

Then she fought even harder. We dragged her down to the kitchen floor and I held her hands as Tanya pulled her pants down and off. Tanya pushed Shari's legs up against her chest, and shoved her fingers deep inside Shari's cunt.

Shari was moaning and writhing with pleasure. I was concerned Tanya was being too rough, but Shari didn't seem to think so.

"You gonna fuck this little cunt?" Tanya asked. "I want her to eat my pussy while you fuck the hell out of her."

Shari just moaned and looked ecstatic. I moved down to between her legs as Tanya got up, pulling up her skirt and taking off her thong.

"You're going to eat your boyfriend's come," Tanya told Shari as she knelt, facing me, putting her twat over Shari's face and sitting down, rubbing her cunt into Shari's face and mouth.

Shari's pussy was dripping wet and I slid inside of her soft, wet opening, pushing deep inside. Her cunt was softer and more ample than Tanya's, pushing against my cock with the soft sides. I fucked her, watching Tanya arch as Shari ate her cunt, biting the cunt lips and pulling on them.

Tanya loved it, and soon Shari's face was wet with Tanya's white fluid. Shari sucked and licked at Tanya, eagerly, as I fucked her.

I pulled out of Shari's cunt and pushed her legs back against her ample breasts.

Shari was really excited, eating Tanya's cunt wildly, and Tanya was getting turned on as well, especially when she realized what I was doing.

"Yeah, fuck Shari's asshole. I want to see your cock in her ass."

Sheri trembled and came, just from her words. I put my cock to her Shari's, my prick slick with her cunt juices, and pushed into her.

Shit, she was so tight and greasy, and I fucked Shari as she ate Tanya's cunt.

I came off, really hard, and groaned as the feeling of my cock, coming in Shari's ass, just having fucked Tanya, just swept though me. I had another spasm, and yelled as it hit. Then there was a third, harder, and I arched and moaned.

"Shit, he does have multiple orgasms," Tanya said.

"I told you," Shari told her, her voice muffled by her cousin's pussy.

We all three ended up on the floor, kissing and touching and fondling. I kissed Shari, tasting Tanya's pussy flavor on her. Then Tanya kissed me, tasted her own flavor.

Shari surprised me by sucking my cock, tasting herself on it. Tanya saw and smiled.

"I love anal sex," Tanya told me. "And I'll suck your cock afterwards too."

She smiled and winked at me.

Well, all three of us were exhausted now. We put away the rest of the pizza and opened fresh beers and kicked back on the couch. Shari found a rock station and we sat together, all three of us, mostly naked and totally exhausted.

"God," Shari said. "First last night, now this. I'm dying."

Tanya laughed.

"I wasn't the one who kept waking up and sucking my pussy," she said.

"I like sucking your pussy," Shari says. "It's all dark and sexy."

I'd noticed that Tanya's cunt hair was pitch black, unlike her hair. Of course, her hair had very dark roots too, which was part of what made her look so sexy.

"She's part terrorist," Shari said, with a grin.

Tanya thumped her arm, hard.

"OoH, sexy!" Shari said with a wicked smile, even as she rubbed her now sore arm.

"I'm half Lebanese," she told me. "Shari seems to think that makes me a Moslem terrorist."

"Her dad looks like a terrorist," Shari grinned.

"My dad's a very good looking Lebanese man," Tanya explained.

"That's why her pussy is so dark and tasty," Shari said. "Tanya's half terrorist. She was named after Patty Hearst's alter ego."

Tanya acted like this banter was a part of their relationship, not really taking offense at her cousin's incredible insensitivity.

Tanya smiled at me.

"I think she wants to think dad is a terrorist, because maybe he would take her captive and rape her.

She used to think he looked like a pirate."

"You have a thing about your uncle?" I asked.

Shari nodded, unembarrassed.

"He's really good looking. He could debauch me any time he wanted.

Tanya snorted.

"More likely you'd debauch him," she said. "You'd probably like to tie him up and make him do your bidding.

Shari grinned.

"I could do that," she said with a giggle.

I was a little surprised at the way Shari was acting. Then I realized Tanya was five years older than her, and Shari really was her baby cousin. Shari was more childlike and wicked, and Tanya was the long suffering older girl. Or at least, that seemed to be the roles they played.

And I was the lucky guy in the middle.

Shari turned over and looked up at me from where she lay on the floor, in front of the couch.

"You don't mind that I brought Tanya home, do you?" she asked.

I could see she was serious. Yeah, we'd talked about a threesome, but talking about and actually doing are very different things.

"No, I don't mind at all," I told her. "I mean, it isn't easy keeping two women satisfied, but I'll sure try."

Shari smiled.

"I can help. And so can Tanya. She's eats great pussy."

Tanya smiled.

"I like it, a lot. I had a girlfriend years ago and sometimes I wonder why I ever tried guys."

She looked at me and looked a little embarrassed.

"I mean, I like guys," she explained. "I love being fucked. But after my marriage, I guess I kind of got burned out."

"Her husband shared her with his friends," Shari said.

Tanya nodded, with a smile.

"That was one of the best things about the marriage. I didn't mind that part at all."

"Did two guys ever do you at the same time?" Shari asked.

Tanya nodded.

"Three guys, once. Tom had two friends and all three of them did me one night. It was fantastic."

Shari pouted.

"We only have one guy."

I smiled and winked at her.

"And Dickie," I reminded her.

"DICKIE THE STRAP ON DILDO!" Shari squealed as she jumped up and ran from the room.

Tanya watched her leave, bemused.

"What?" she asked me.

"Shari has a strap on dildo," I told Tanya. "I think she went to get it."

Tanya nodded, interested.

"Sounds fun," she said.

"You seem as experimental as Shari," I told her.

She shook her head.

"Not really," she said. "My husband liked certain things, the fact I was virgin, that I looked really young, that he could loan me to his friends. His friends really taught me more about sex than I think Tommy did."

Tanya sighed.

"I love sex, but I don't want to get used. Tommy liked the fact I was young and innocent. Once that started to go away, he started shopping again."

I nodded. I knew guys who sought out virgins, and lost interest once they actually began to become competent lovers.

"Cherry Popper," I told her. "I think guys like that prefer virgins, since they don't know how bad the guy is in bed."

Tanya chuckled richly.

"Yeah, it makes sense. I mean, Tommy was okay, but when I started having sex with Rick and Bruno, I realized there was a lot he didn't know."

"I thought I knew a lot until I met Shari," I told her.

Tanya smiled.

"Shari's really experimental," she said. "She told me about how you guys met and some of the things you've tried."

I nodded.

"We've tried lots of things," I told her.

"Shari likes pissing. It sounds interesting. I don't think I'm into the scat thing, but I love my ass fucked and it ain't always that clean, so maybe I'm into that too. I love sucking cock after it's been up there."

"Isn't it kind of gross?" I asked. "I was surprised when Shari went down on me after."

Tanya looked thoughtful. She looked kind of hard and cheap, but you could tell there was a lot more than that underneath.

"It's dark," she said. "Kind of nasty but nice. It's really forbidden, and I think that makes it interesting."

I nodded.

"Shari likes the forbidden aspect too, I think. Being nasty."

Tanya nodded.

"Law of the Forbidden," she said. "If you are not supposed to do it, it makes it more fascinating."

I nodded in agreement. I'd never heard it called that, but it made perfect sense.

"Are you going to fuck my ass later?" she asked.

I smiled.

"Sure, I'd love to."

Tanya grinned. I almost saw something of myself there: The realization you could make your most secret wishes known and not be laughed at or get a disgusted look.

"I love bondage, too," she said. "Tommy started me on it, but Bruno was a master. I found it really sexy."

I nodded. I had a Japanese porno mag that showed women in bondage, and I've jacked off over it a lot. But the thought of really doing it was both fascinating and a little daunting.

"It looks complicated," I said.

Tanya shook her head.

"It doesn't have to be," she said. "I have a bunch of stuff at home."

Shari came bouncing down the stairs, stark naked except for black high heels and Dickie, his pink penis sticking out from her, almost like the real thing.

"Way cool," Tanya said. "That thing looks like fun."

She pulled Shari onto the couch, spreading her legs and looking at the way it entered Shari's pussy.

"That looks like fun," Tanya said. "It fucks you too."

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, I fucked Paul's ass with it.

I felt a sudden rush of embarrassment. I was still not entirely comfortable with that, even thought it had been tremendously sexy at the time.

I looked up at Tanya, who looked at me speculatively.

"That sounds like fun," she said.

I have to admit, looking at this woman, that it sounded kind of fun to me, too.

"Paul and I can both fuck you!" Shari said. "Bend over."

Tanya laughed.

"Jesus, girl, we don't need to do everything today. We have tomorrow and next weekend."

"Next weekend?" I asked.

Shari smiled at me and nodded.

"My folks offered the cabin to her parents, but they can't use it next weekend. So I said Tanya and I could go."

"That sounds like fun," I said. Honestly, I felt a little left out.

"You're coming, aren't you?" Shari asked.

"Sure, if you'd like," I said.

"That was the plan," Tanya said, a sultry edge to her voice. "We were going to bring you up and make you fuck us the entire weekend."

My heart leapt, but I tried to cover it.

"What, no swimming?" I asked, and both women laughed.

"We might do a little of that," Shari said. "When you're just too exhausted to fuck for a while."

Shari came in the bathroom when I was peeing.

"What? Wasting perfectly good piss in the toilet?" she asked with a smile.

"There's plenty more where that came from," I told her with a grin.

Shari waited until I was done, then turned me around, licking the droplets from the end of my cock. That got it growing, and she licked and sucked it some more.

Then Shari pulled away and got up.

"I was going to say something," she said. "But I saw your cock and forgot what it was."

I smiled and kissed her. God, she pushed into me with that ample body and opened her mouth and we kissed, so openly and so totally fucking sexily.

Holly pulled back and grinned.

"Why, Paul, you have another woman on your breath."

I smiled.

"So do you," I told her.

She looked up at me.

"Paul, you really don't mind, do you?"

I looked at her.

"You mean Tanya? God, no."

Shari smiled in relief.

"Good. It just happened, and I wanted you to share. She really does like sex. It will just take a while to train her."

I smiled again, shaking my head.

"Ve haff vays to make you come," I said.

Shari grinned.

"She's into it. She said Tommy liked to tie her up and make her do things, and it really turned her on. She's never tried golden showers, but she says she's open to anything."

"You're not upset I had sex with her?" I asked and Shari just shook her head.

"God, no. I watched you, helped you, put your cock in her. That was so sexy."

I nodded. It really was.

"I just don't want this to hurt our relationship," I told her.

She nodded and hugged me.

"You're fucking her, Paul. You can be friends with her. You can see her if I'm not there. Hell, you can fuck her. I don't mind. I just don't want you leaving me for her."

"That sounds like a pretty good deal," I admitted.

Shari looked up at me, a small smile on her face.

"I haven't given up on Kim. I want to see you pop her cherry."

I grinned. Hell, the idea was interesting to me too.

Shari opened the bathroom door and stepped out.

"We're setting up the party upstairs, so come on up when you're ready."

Party?

When I got to Shari's bedroom door, it was locked. I listened for sounds of sex or something, then knocked.

"Who is it?" Shari's voice came through the door.

"It's me," I said. "Can I come in?"

"Go away, we don't want any," Shari's voice came back.

I could hear Tanya through the door.

"Wait a minute. I want some!"

Shari giggled and the doorknob turned as it was opened.

Shari's bed was stripped down to the stained sheepswool cover. There was incense burning somewhere and a bar had been set up on Shari's bedside stand, with a big bottle of bourbon, glasses, an ice bucket and water bottles.

I sniffed again, realizing there was another odor under the oriental incense.

"YOU CHILDREN ARE SMOKING GRASS IN HERE? Is that ALCOHOL?" I asked in my best parental voice.

Shari giggled.

"Where's Tanya?" I asked.

"She's in making up. Go back downstairs. We wanted to surprise you."

I walked back downstairs, my cock hard. Shit, they were planning a real party, with weed and booze and two hot women.

And me.

I smiled as I sat down to wait.

About fifteen minutes later I heard footsteps on the stairs and turned around to look.

Oh, Shit!

Tanya was wearing skin tight white pedal pushers, with black high heels. She had on a tiny purple top, that showed breast all around the edges. Her nipples were standing up against the fabric stretched across her tits.

Her blonde hair was done up, off her long neck, and she was heavily made up, with very bright, wetlook lipstick and dark makeup around her blue eyes.

She managed to look both cheap and totally available, with no illusion of niceness.

Then I heard Shari walking down the stairs and my eyes almost popped out.

She had on a green tank top, so tight across her very big breasts you could see every wrinkle of her big nipples. Her hair was also up, and Shari had on way way too much makeup, which made her young face look totally slutty. Her red lips were so bright and inviting, I almost came looking at them.

Shari had on a striped skirt, way too short and way too tight. And a pair of bright green high heels that matched her shirt.

"God, you guys looks really cheap and slutty and just wonderful!" I said, and both girls laughed.

"We thought you would like to party with us," Tanya said, her southern accent thick and sexy. "We just haven't had a man in the past two hours, and both of us are just dying to get fucked."

Both had obviously already been drinking and smoking grass and that made me even hornier.

"Come on upstairs," Shari said. "We got lots of booze and grass, and we're all going to get shit-faced and fuck the hell out of each other."

Well, that was the best offer I'd had in hours. I followed then up the stairs, watching Tanya's big ass in the tight pedal pushers and looking up Shari's short skirt, at her cunt, cradled in a light green thong and nothing else.

We went in the room and shut the door, and Shari put on some hard rock music, way too loud.

She handed me a drink and lit up a joint.

"No starting until we're so relaxed, we don't give a shit what we do," Shari said excitedly. I knew she liked to be relaxed, and my cock hardened as I wondered just how far Tanya would go tonight.

I took the joint and took a deep drag. It wasn't the same stuff we'd had before.

"What is it," I asked, as I finally emptied out my lungs.

"Very good shit," Tanya said. "Better than anything you've ever had before."

I just took the chance to check out these two hot, available women. The fact they looked so slutty and cheap just made the whole thing hotter.

Shari saw me looking and grinned.

"I know I'm your slut, but Tanya's gonna be your slut too. We're gonna be real nasty. I wanna really push it tonight."

Tanya looked at me, her eyes slightly unfocused already. God, this was good shit.

"I'm up for just about anything," Tanya said. "Hell, you name it, I'll probably do it."

God, that got my cock going. I took another hit of the grass, feeling my brain already start to fuzz out a bit.

Shari moved up against me.

"That is great shit, isn't it?" she asked. She pushed the bourbon up towards my mouth.

"Drink up," she said. "It's not a good party if anyone is still even close to sober."

I had never actually tried to get shit-faced before, but the thought of being stoned and drunk with Shari and Tanya was just really cool.

So I polished off the drink and Shari made me another.

Tanya lay back on the bad, smoking grass and touching herself through her pants.

"This reminds me of when Tommy had his buds over. They'd get drunk and get me drunk, then we'd play around."

"That is so sexy," Shari said.

"Yeah, you get relaxed and you can do all kinds of shit," Tanya said. "Hell, I wanna be bad tonight too."

Shari lay on top of her, kissing her.

"What's bad?" Shari asked. "Ya gotta tell me so we can do it."

Shari has a gift, I'll admit. She makes telling her your most secret fantasies really easy.

And once she knows them, they don't remain fantasies for long.

Tanya kissed Shari back. Shari kisses like a madman, all over everywhere, and that really seemed to turn Tanya on. Pretty soon they were all tongues and lips, their bright red mouths going crazy on each other.

I watched, getting more and more turned on. My head was spinning a bit, but it was a good buzz.

Geeze, I don't drink much and smoke grass even less. So I was pretty fucked up.

Speaking about fuck...

I reached over and slid my hand under Shari's way short skirt. She moaned and spread her legs. I slid my fingers over her tiny thong, not quite large enough to cover her twat. She has full lips top and bottom, and I slid my finger under the fabric, touching her full wet pussy.

Shari's ass was jiggling as she kissed Tanya and I slid my finger up to her asshole. I've never realized until that first day with Shari just how sexy an ass was.

I spread her soft cheeks and pulled the string of the thong aside, running my finger around her tight, puckered ass. Jesus. It is so sexy to do that.

I could hear Tanya and Shari kissing, sucking each other and moaning, and that was so sexy. Something about them kissing and making out, while I took the opportunity to feel Shari up, was really sexy.

I bent down and licked Shari's ass. It tasted just like it did that first day, dark and oily, but good, really good.

Shari's shorter than Tanya, so I could see her tight white pants, cupping the dark pussy I'd fucked earlier.

Damn, my cock was hard. And, the way things were going, it got harder wondering what we would be doing later.

That's when I had the idea.

"I'll be right back," I said and left the room.

I was back about three minutes later. They were still kissing. Tanya's top was half off, and her breasts were exposed, dark and full. One of Shari's big nipples was peeking out of her top, and Shari had a wet finger on it, rubbing and playing with it.

I sat down, a little dizzy. Wow, I was kind of screwed up!

I turned and looked up Shari's dress. Tanya had a dark finger, with her sexy manicured nail, pressed along Shari's pussy, rubbing her slit.

Shari was getting wet, and her thong had a dark line where Tanya was pushing it inside her wet twat.

Jesus! All this new stuff, and now we were going to try more!

Tanya had a leg up around Shari's leg and the crotch of her pants and her great ass were on display. I looked at the tight fabric covering her, and thought of what she said earlier: Tanya loved to have her ass fucked.

I certainly wanted to do that.

Shari rolled off of Tanya.

"Shit!" she said. "I need water. I have cottonmouth, bad!"

Shari drank a whole bottle of water, and winked at me.

"Just loading up for later," she said with a wicked grin.

Tanya saw this and shook her head.

"I think you two are sick," Tanya said with a smile.

"We're sick?" I asked. "You were the one who said you'd suck dick that's been in your ass."

She smiled, stretching on the bed.

"Well, I offered, but no one's taken me up on it."

Shari smiled at me.

"I wanna do something nasty," she said.

Tanya looked at her, obvously interested.

"What's nasty?" Tanya asked, but Shari shook her head.

"I'm not telling. I asked you earlier and you ignored me."

Tanya shrugged.

"Hell, I don't know." Tanya turned to me and smiled.

"Shari told me how you fucked her ass when it was full," she said.

Shari looked at her.

"You said it sounded interesting."

Tanya smiled.

"Yeah, it does. But scat sounds kind of gross too."

"How about pee?" Shari asked.

"I don't know," Tanya said. "If I don't get up and go to the bathroom soon, I might find out."

Shari's eyes got big and bright.

"What if we don't let you?" Shari asked.

Tanya smiled and shrugged.

"I don't see anyone holding me down," she said.

Shari jumped on her, trying to hold down her hands, but Tanya swung her over her body and she crashed to the bed, squealing.

"Woah, way cool!" Tanya yelled. "Where'd you learn that?"

"My dad, the Terrorist," Tanya said laconically.

I realized suddenly I wanted Tanya, and I knew what it took to get her.

"Grab her arms," I told Shari as I jumped on top of her.

I grabbed her hair and kissed her, hard and nasty, shoving my tongue in her mouth. Tanya kissed back, hard and passionate, as I felt her up roughly.

"Shit, yes! You're boyfriend has the right idea," Tanya said.

I got my hand over her crotch and squeezed. Jesus, I was never the take control type, but with Tanya there was a big reward in it.

I kissed her and felt her up. Her little top was thin and invited being torn, so I did.

I was amazed at Tanya's reaction.

"You go, boy. I like it like this," she said, her eyes bright.

Shari was getting the idea, a little belatedly. She grabbed her top and ripped it the rest of the way off.

We both felt her breasts and kissed Tanya, and she moaned. She was obviously very turned on, thought unlike Shari, her crotch wasn't soaking.

Tanya was turned on and I could smell her excitement, which excited me even more. Jesus, this was so hot.

"If you want me to play games, you'd better get off my gut, or I'll just piss in your hand," Tanya said with a smile.

"You don't mind, Tanya?" Shari said. "I don't want to force you."

Tanya looked at me and smiled, a really wicked little smile.

"You'll force me, won't you?" she asked.

I took her by the hair and pulled her up to her knees. She grabbed my hand, so I wasn't really pulling her hair, but to hear her, I was ripping it out.

Realizing the nature of her game, I slapped her, not hard, but a stage slap. It sounds great and doesn't do anything but sting a little.

"Jesus, that was wimpy," Tanya said, with a nasty smile. "You slap like a girl."

The next slap was real, and Tanya's eyes rolled up in her head as she came, hard.

"Oh, shit, I can't hold it!" she said.

I looked down as the tiny spot of dark appeared in the crotch of her pants. It spread rapidly, soaking the material and beginning to run down her legs.

A stream of piss emitted from the pants, right over her piss hole, and Shari put her hand under it from the back, pushing up against her cunt as the pee poured through her fingers.

Tanya moaned.

"Shit, that's hot. God, what a turn-on!"

I felt her from in front and Tanya grabbed me and kissed me, using Shari's very abandoned style of kiss, all over my mouth and lips and face.

My hand was in her hot, wet crotch and she was still urinating. God it was sexy!

Tanya was in heaven, her nipples really erect, being felt up by two people, drunk and stoned and just happy as hell. We kissed and I heard a tearing sound and Tanya's kisses became more insistent and sloppy.

"Oh, Jesus, you're cutting my pants," Tanya said, her voice husky with passion.

Shari grinned over Tanya's shoulder at me.

"I got her ass uncovered," Shari said, "if you want to fuck it."

"Oh, Jesus, do it!" Tanya said, her blue eyes bright. "Fuck me, and if there's shit up there, fuck it too!"

I grabbed Shari and pulled her around Tanya. She was in back, and kind of left out.

"Look at these nipples," I said, and Shari took one in her mouth, licking and sucking at it. Tanya's pants were just soaked and the sight and smell of it was such a turn on.

I moved around her. Her big back was naked, dark and tanned, with her blonde hair falling out of the bun and streaking across her back.

Her pants had been cut, right down the ass. She had no panties on, and her ass looked so inviting, partially exposed like it was.

I put my hand down in the torn open pants and pushed my hand into the tight, wet, hot fabric over her pussy. I slid my fingers inside her cunt, hot and greasy with her desire.

She bucked and came, tightening on my fingers with her tight twat, hard and greasy.

My thumb found her asshole and slid up inside of her. I was actually disappointed she was clean up there. She moaned and squatted, pushing it in deeper.

"Pull her towards you," I told Shari. I was trusting Tanya, who seemed pretty comfortable and very turned on by rough sex, to tell me if I went to far.

Shari fell over backwards, dragging Tanya on top of her. This pulled her ass forward and put her crotch, still dripping wet, into plain view.

I took Tanya's ripped pants and tore them even more. Tanya moaned in response.

"Don't stop now, you bastard." She said. "Fuck me, hard, any way you like!"

I could see her asshole, dark and swollen looking. I spread her ass cheeks, opening up both her cunt and making her asshole a better target.

But I didn't want to fuck it. Not yet.

Instead I put my mouth on her ass. She tasted of urine and dark oil, that erotic musk of an ass. I ate her and she bucked and writhed and kissed Shari. I could hear ripping fabric and realized Shari was getting her clothes pulled off too, and not gently.

I sat up and put my cock to Tanya's ass. I saw that blonde hair and dark skin and full, round ass as I slipped slowly inside of her, amazed how tight and good she felt.

"Oh, Jesus, fuck my ass. Oh, yes, Paul, fuck it hard!"

Tanya was verbal, no doubt about that, and that turned me on too. I fucked her, hard, going deep up inside her ass, so deep I was hitting shit, and that turned me on as well.

I fucked her and watched as she sucked my girlfriends great breasts and tore her skirt open and her panties off. Jesus, what an amazing experience, watching my girlfriend, hot as hell and loving it, as this woman I was ass fucking stripped her and felt her up.

Then Holly got up and stood over Tanya. Her legs were wide spread and she pulled her cunt lips apart and straddled us.

Tanya looked up, right up Shari's cunt.

"Do it!" she said. "Just fucking do it."

Shari did. She pissed, a spray of it shooting out of her and onto both Tanya and I.

Jesus, this golden spray, soaking Tanya's hair and her pants, at least, what was left of them, and splashing on me. The salty fragrance was so sexy, and seeing the drops pouring in rivulets down Tanya's dark back was so sexy.

Tanya opened her mouth and let it Shari's pee flow over her face.

I'd never seen anything so sexy and I shoved deep into Tanya's ass, deep into the shit I'd found, and came off, really really hard.

"Son of a bitch!" I yelled as Shari's golden piss began to lessen, then dribble down the inside of Shari's thighs.

I was still spasming in Tanya's ass when she began to lick Shari's cunt, lapping at her dripping wet folds.

"Oh, Shit, little cousin, you can piss on me any time," Tanya said, licking her and sucking at Shari's wet twat.

Shari looked down at me and winked.

"I think we found a playmate," she said.

Being in a shower with two women is a definite must-try. Especially with two ample women, soaping up their bodies and yours, then using them to scrub each other and me. We kissing and touched and had a great time.

I did find one little problem, at least for a guy. Both girls were still aroused and horny, and doing each other. It was really sexy, but I was like, limp.

Fortunately, I have fingers and a tongue, so we all three had a great time.

Then we cleaned the bed. Jesus, Shari is great at it. Even in our condition, the bed was done and made in about ten minutes.

We all crawled in, stark naked.

Jesus, the night was something. I got woke up once with two women going down on me, and fucked them both before I came.

Yeah, it's every guy's fantasy. At least, I thought it was. For me, two women was a fantasy. But for Shari, it turned out it was another woman and a guy.

Anyway, we were all so burned out (and hung-over) that Sunday was kind of a let-down. Tanya left about noon and headed home, and Shari and I just talked about what happened the night before, kind of pinching ourselves.

Of course, we had no idea of what was going to happen the next weekend, at Tahoe.

Chapter 4

Shari and I were driving back up to Tahoe the next Friday afternoon. My old truck groaned going up the hill. Its not really built for modern highway speeds.

Slow and steady was apparently the old Chevy motto. "We'll get ya there eventually," or something like that.

I looked over at Shari. She looked lovely, in a summer dress and heels. She smiled over at me.

"What's wrong, Paul?" she asked.

I shrugged. I'd been bothered by it all week, since we had spent last Saturday with Tanya, Shari's older cousin.

"Nothing, really," I told her. It's hard to explain when you aren't even sure of what it is yourself.

"Are you jealous?" she asked.

I shook my head, surprised.

"No. God, no. It's just that we didn't spend much time together last weekend, just the two of us."

"Then you are jealous," Shari said with a sigh.

I shook my head. Last weekend was great! But...

"I guess I'm afraid you'll think I'm more interested in Tanya than in you," I told Shari.

"Why? Are you?"

I shook my head again, my brain kind of spinning.

"No. I mean, I realized Tanya and I had more sex than you and I did."

Shari nodded.

"Tanya and I had more sex than you and I did too," she pointed out. "Does that bother you?"

"No," I told her. "You just got together."

Shari nodded, smiling softly.

"So did you, Paul. She's new. You're going to want to get to know her, her body, what she likes. I'm not upset because she got fucked more than I did. This isn't a contest: I'm not keeping score."

I looked over at her. Shari never ceases to amaze me. She's only seventeen, but she seems so much older sometimes.

I smiled and shook my head.

"I was afraid you'd be hurt, because I had more sex with Tanya last weekend."

"We had more sex with Tanya last weekend. She's our new playmate. If you didn't fuck me or touch me at all, I would get upset. If you and Tanya spent this weekend together, doing each other and leaving me out, I would really be upset."

I nodded and smiled over at her.

"So it's okay that I look forward to fucking Tanya, as well as fucking you?"

Shari giggled.

"Jesus, Paul, I look forward to fucking with Tanya too. I think she is major hot. I've been looking forward to it all week! I look forward to being with you, too. It's not like Tanya is better. She's just another facet in your's and my relationship."

I shook my head. When Shari explained it that way, it sounded fine.

"I guess I'm just not sure how to handle another person in bed with us."

"Roughly," Shari said, with a grin. "Tanya likes it that way."

We both laughed.

We pulled up in front of the cabin. There was a little Saturn already parked in the dirt driveway and Tanya was standing on the porch.

"Oh, Holy Shit, check that out!" Shari said in a whisper.

Tanya was in skin tight pants, so low on her hips you could see half her hips and it looked like her pubic hair should be visible over the low waistband.

The pants were soft brown colored and open on the sides, with laces up both sides, all the way to her heavy belt, and her brown flesh was totally exposed.

Tanya's top was basically a bra, holding her big breasts. It was so low cut, it almost showed nipple.

She was heavily made up and her blonde hair fell over her shoulders, loose and straight.

Tanya walked toward us and I realized she also had on the highest high heels I had ever seen.

Shari and I looked at each other.

We were both in heat.

Shari got out first and ran to Tanya.

"JESUS CHRIST, GIRL!" she yelled. "Slut city! I love it!"

She jumped into Tanya's armed and they kissed, the most erotic public kiss I have ever seen in my life.

I shut down the truck and got out.

"Damn, you look great!" I told her.

"Hey," Tanya said with a smile, "We're up here to fuck, right?"

"Yeah," Shari said. "Paul and I were just talking about that."

Tanya smiled over at me, and posed sexily, looking like every teen-aged boy's wet dream, big breasted and ample and totally slutted out.

"You want to feel my pants?" she asked sexily.

I walked up to her and slid my hand over her thigh. God, her pants were thin, very soft suede leather.

"They're suede!" I said.

Tanya nodded.

"They're my favorite pants, so you can't rip them."

She smiled and winked at me.

"I brought other clothes for that.

We unloaded the cars. Jesus, two women, one sweet and innocent, or at least sweet and innocent looking, and the other one dressed like the sluttiest rock star babe imaginable, just lush with possibilities.

And I could openly check them out. In fact, Shari saw me checking out her ass in the kitchen, and smiled. She pulled up her dress, exposing her thigh high stockings and white tap pants, open at the bottom, inviting fingers up inside.

"Oops," she said with a wicked smile. "My dress rode up!"

I took her ass in my hand. Damn, she was so soft and ample, and I ran my hand over her, feeling her fullness and also feeling my cock in my pants, already hard, getting harder.

"Hey, we're supposed to be unloading the cars," Tanya said as she came in. "Do I look like the slave around here?"

Shari turned and giggled wickedly.

"Well, cousin, the skin color's right!"

Tanya looked at her and smiled, a very chilling smile.

"Oh, you want to learn all about slavery?" Tanya asked coldly. "I have a whole box of toys to teach you with!"

She went to a cardboard box and opened it, pulling out a black leather dog collar.

"Ooh!" Shari squealed, her eyes big.

Tanya walked over to her and Shari offered her throat to her. Tanya put the collar on Shari, fastening it, then slipping her finger through the ring and pulling her along by it.

"Like my new pet?" Tanya asked me with a smile.

Shari' eyes were really bright.

"Very nice," I said, sliding my hand over Shari's big breasts. "Does she bite?"

"If she does," Tanya told me, "she gets swatted."

Tanya dragged Shari over to the box and pulled out a short, flat leather paddle. Shari looked at it and grinned, then growled at Tanya, baring her teeth.

Tanya hit her with the paddle, hard, on the ass. Shari's eyes rolled up in her head.

"Oh, shit, there went my panties," she said, her voice hoarse with arousal.

Tanya let the collar go, and pointed at the door.

"Now get out there and unload the rest of the stuff, Slave, while John and I have a beer."

Shari nodded enthusiastically and went out the door.

Tanya smiled at me.

"There's not much left, but she can get it," she said.

I nodded. Shari seemed excited, and seeing her in a collar was really a turn on.

Tanya sighed and looked at me.

"I've really been looking forward to this," she said. "I think Shari's really sexy."

I nodded. Funny, but we both felt the same way.

"You look really totally hot yourself," I told her. Tanya smiled.

"Do you plan your games, or just do like last week and see what happens?" she asked.

Shari came in the door, carrying a twelve pack of coke and two big bottles of bourbon.

"Tanya brought the good stuff!" she said, and set them down, running out the door again.

I turned back to Tanya.

"We usually just play and see what happens," I told her.

Tanya nodded.

"I just want to get fucked, hard and deep," she said to me. "You were so nice last weekend, but I don't want nice. I want someone to take control, like I did with Shari."

Damn, my cock was going to burst out of my pants.

"I just don't like to push, you know?" I told her.

She smiled at me, her darkly made up blue eyes smoldering.

"Push as hard as you like," she said. "I don't want wimpy, I want it hard."

Tanya smiled, her eyes appraising.

"You have it in you, I know it. Think of me as your cunt, your plaything, some bitch you just picked up and want to fuck the hell out of, whether she wants it or not."

She smiled at me, and I knew she could see my excitement.

"I'll let you know if you push too hard," she said, licking her lips with her small pointed tongue.

Shari came in, apparently frustrated.

"There's nothing else out there," Shari whined. "What good's a slave when there's no chores to do?"

Tanya grabbed her collar and pulled Shari to her, kissing her wetly and erotically. I stood and watched, transfixed, as Tanya did to Shari what she wanted me to do to her: made her her cunt, her slave.

Suddenly I realized it: Tanya was being hard to Shari, because it turned Tanya on. Shari was turned on by it as well. So they were both enjoying the game of master/slave, even though the roles could probably be reversed, and both of them have just as much fun.

I admit it. I have a tendency to let the woman take the lead.

This weekend, I'd have to watch that tendency.

Tanya pushed Shari away, wiping her wet mouth with her arm.

"Enough, Slave," she said. "Put this shit away. God, you can't get decent help these days."

Shari grinned at me as she went past and Tanya winked. Yeah, they were having a great time.

I looked at Tanya and decided to take the lead, like she said.

"What have you masturbated about this week?" I asked.

Tanya smiled.

"Jesus, I jacked off more than a teen-aged boy this week," she admitted. "Last weekend was probably the best sex of my life."

Shari looked over at her.

"What was your favorite part?" Shari asked.

Tanya shrugged.

"That's really difficult. Getting my pussy eaten by you, and eating yours was really great. Paul fucking me was wonderful. I really liked when you pissed on me," she told Shari. "I didn't think I'd like it much, but I really did."

Shari nodded.

"I'm really into piss," Shari said, with no sign of embarrassment.

"You're really into everything," Tanya said. "You're just a shameless whore."

Tanya approached Shari, slapping the paddle against her hand.

"I think you need to be punished," Tanya said.

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, I've been bad. I've been awful!" she said.

Tanya shrugged and looked at me.

"It's no fun when they're so willing," she said, and walked away.

Shari looked crushed.

"I don't even get punished any more. Nobody loves me."

I stepped over and took Shari in my arms. I held her chin up, pushing my fingers into her flesh.

"I can punish you," I said and kissed her roughly.

Jesus, I love kissing Shari, that wet, abandoned, anything goes kind of kissing. We sucked face and lips and tongue and mouth, wetly and thoroughly, then I stepped back.

Shari wiped at her face and mouth, looking disgusted.

"Yeah, that's punishment all right," she said and both she and Tanya laughed at my shocked look.

"Damn, he's easy!" Tanya said.

"Oh, Paul, I didn't mean it!" Shari said.

"I know that," I told her, managing to smile. "But it was funny."

All three of us had a good laugh at my expense.

"So, what do you want to do?" Shari asked.

We'd put away the stuff and went up and made the bed, putting the plastic sheet and sheep's wool cover in place, as usual. Tanya had asked about the other bedroom, but it seemed the general consensus that one bed was plenty.

We were downstairs at the kitchen table, having a beer and munching potato chips.

Shari looked at us.

"I want to get ass fucked," she offered, trying to get the conversation going.

"So do I," Tanya said. "That's always been one of my biggest turn-ons."

"That grass last week was amazing," Shari said.

"It's WET," Tanya admitted. "It's got other stuff in it, too. I brought more."

"I brought incense and candles and stuff," Shari said.

"I brought honey and chocolate syrup," I said.

Tanya looked over, interested.

"Honey?" she asked. "I saw a picture of a woman having honey poured on her panties and all over the sheet beneath her. I thought it was really sexy."

"Cool!" Shari said. "It sounds sexy to me too."

Shari looked at Tanya.

"Did I tell you Paul poured hot shortening in my panties? It was really cool. Then he fucked my ass through it."

Tanya looked interested.

"Sounds kind of nice," she admitted.

"What's the sickest thing you've done, or wanted to do? Shari asked her.

Tanya shook her head.

"God, that's hard. Probably getting pissed on last week. And peeing myself. That was pretty strange."

Tanya smiled at both of us.

"I really did like it though," she admitted.

"Paul fucked my ass, even though it was full of shit," Shari said. "That was really sexy."

"I got my butt fucked with a strap-on dildo," I said.

"Yeah, and you loved it!" Shari said with a wicked smile.

"Yeah," I admitted, "but I was sore for a week!"

"I think being fucked by three guys at once was the best thing I ever had happen, at least before last weekend," Tanya offered.

Shari nodded.

"Okay, what's the sickest thing you want to do this weekend?" she asked us.

Tanya shrugged. I wasn't sure what to say.

"Cowards!" Shari said and smiled evilly.

Tanya looked up and smiled.

"I want to tie Shari up," she said.

Shari looked all excited and, I have to admit, the thought excited me too.

"That would be way fun," Shari said.

"Is this Shari's fantasy or Tanya's?" I asked.

Shari and Tanya looked at me.

"Yes!" They both said, then realized what had happened and began to laugh.

Tanya looked over at me.

"I want rough sex. Paul was too nice last time."

I looked at her in shock. I didn't think I'd been too soft at all.

"Ooooh!" Shari giggled. "Tanya's massy. Tanya, my masochistic cousin."

Tanya just smiled at her.

"I told you I like it rough," she said. "I don't want nice and sweet, I want hard and dirty fucking. No holes barred," she smiled.

Shari giggled, and looked at me, doing a great Butthead imitation.

"He he, Tanya said Holes... he he he."

We all laughed. Damn, we just were sitting around, discussing sex. Perverse sex. And having a great time doing it.

"What do you want?" Shari asked.

"Jesus, between the rough sex and watching Shari get tied up, I think I'll be pretty damned happy."

"He's a guy," Tanya told Shari. "If he gets to see us naked and gets his rocks off, he'd be happy."

I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm easy," I admitted.

"You don't have any dark secret fantasies?" Shari asked.

"Well, rough sex is one and making it with two women was another," I said. "Meeting a girl that is as sexually open as Shari was something I hadn't even dreamed of."

"So you basically are living your fantasy," Tanya said.

I nodded.

"Yeah, I really am," I said.

"So what do we do first?" Shari asked, her eyes bright.

I looked at the heavy collar on her very white throat.

"I think we should tie up Shari and play with her," I said to Tanya.

Shari's eyes flashed.

"Are these good clothes?" Tanya asked.

As if in answer, Shari made a run for the front door.

I grabbed her around the breasts, and Shari wriggled and struggled to escape.

Tanya's eyes were bright as she reached in the box and took out a short leash, clipping it to Shari's collar.

Shari turned and spit in Tanya's face, fully and wetly.

Tanya wiped off her face, looking pissed.

"You little cunt," she hissed. "You really do need to be punished."

Tanya turned and went into the box again, taking out a black rubber ball with a leather strap through it. She approached Shari.

"Make the little slut open her mouth," she said.

Shari began to struggle and fight, swearing and kicking. I got her legs out from under her, and pushed her to the floor. Tanya sat on top of her, and tried to push the ball into Shari's mouth.

Shari locked her jaw shut and refused to let it be opened.

Tanya grabbed one of Shari's nipples and twisted it viciously. I winced, but Shari opened her mouth.

"Oh, shit, yes!" Shari said softly and let Tanya stuff the ball into her full lipped mouth.

God, that looked so sexy.

Tanya pulled Shari to her feet and fastened the strap of the ball gag behind Shari's head. Shari moaned through it, her eyes bright.

I could smell her excitement.

Tanya looked at me.

"She's both helpless and willing," Tanya said, with a smile of invitation.

I remembered our little game Shari and I played our first weekend up here. I knew Shari enjoyed the rape fantasy.

And looking at Shari, helpless and available, and very turned on by it, was getting me so turned on I could barely breath.

"Okay," I told Tanya, "but you have to help."

We dragged her, moaning and struggling, over ot the sofa and pushed her down onto her on it. I was tempted to rip her clothes right off, but hesitated.

Tanya got up and came back a second later, with manacles.

There were four of them, held together with clips. Tanya un- clipped one and handed it to me.

"We'll do the wrists first, then the ankles," Tanya said.

We rolled her over, as if by agreement, and put the manacles on her wrist, clipping them behind her.

Then we manacled her ankles. Her nylons were a turn on, for some reason. We clipped them together, and I ran my hand up her leg and under her dress, feeling the tops of the nylons and her soft thighs, and her little tap panties.

"We can take our time," Tanya said. "This little cunt isn't going anywhere."

I looked over at Tanya and she winked. Then she got up and got into the box again, coming up with something very small.

She walked over and opened her hand to show me what it was.

It was a little metal clicker, a child's toy.

Tanya put it into Shari's hand, putting her fingers around it and pressing it so it clicked.

"That's for if you need to stop or want to for any reason," Tanya told her. "Just click it, okay?"

Shari nodded her head, looking excited.

Tanya turned Shari over and made her sit up on the couch. I could see Shari's excitement and smell her aroused odor.

And that excited me as well. I love making Shari horny and then making her happy. Yeah, Tanya might say I'm a wimp, and she might be right.

But turning on Shari, then sharing that excitement, and making sure she gets a good orgasm, (or a whole bunch of them) is really a turn on for me.

Tanya looked at me and nodded at the door.

"Let's go out and get a smoke," she said. "The cunt will keep."

We went out on the front porch and Tanya grinned.

"She's loving it," she said. "And so am I."

"You'd like the same thing to happen to you?" I said.

Tanya looked thoughtful, then nodded.

"I'd just want to be tied up and raped," she said. "But I think Shari's getting off on the helpless trip."

I lit a cigarette and nodded.

"Yeah, she obviously is."

Tanya looked over at me and I was hit by how beautiful this girl really was. She looked at me coolly.

"You're a really nice guy, Paul," Tanya said, "but be mean to her. Use her, make her feel like she's really just a receptacle for your cock and a plaything to act out your whims on."

Tanya winked at me and nodded.

"She'll thank you for it later."

I thought about that. I wasn't sure if that was what Shari wanted, but I did know one thing for sure.

That was one of Tanya's fantasies.

I took another drag from the cigarette. This weekend promised to be very interesting.

When we went back into the house, Shari was still sitting on the couch, looking at us in 'fear.'

Tanya checked her hands, I guess to make sure the manacles weren't too tight.

"Is the gag uncomfortable?" I asked Shari.

Shari shook her head 'no' and Tanya smiled.

"Only in the best possible way," Tanya told me. "Come on, where's that evil rapist the libbers say is in every man?"

I smiled. Hell, I jack off about rape sometimes. I think most guys have at one time or another.

We finished our cigarettes and went in to play.

Shari was sitting on the couch, her ankles bound together, still wearing the collar. The ball gag looked uncomfortable, but I assumed by the sparkle in her eye it really wasn't.

She looked great in the summer dress she had on, and even better bound and gagged.

Tanya stepped beside me.

"If you want her, I won't stop you," she said. "I figured when we took her after robbing that convenience store, you had something planned."

I nodded, realizing Tanya was setting up the game, and looked over at Shari.

"Yeah, I figured she'd be fun," I told Tanya in my tough guy voice. "You can help if you want to."

Tanya looked at me and kissed me, really passionately.

"We'll rape her together," Tanya said.

I nodded, my cock hard.

Tanya sat on the sofa and put her hand on Shari's breast. And Shari pulled away.

"What's the matter? Don't like being touched?" Tanya asked with a leer.

Shari looked at Tanya, shaking her head in 'fear.'

"We're going to touch a hell of a lot more than your tits, bitch," Tanya told her.

Shari smiled excitedly around her gag, then went back into character, skaking head and trying to move away from Tanya.

Hey, I'm in Theater at college. I've done improvisation, where you make it up as you go along.

If Shari wanted a rapist, she was going to get one.

"My girlfriend likes girls," I told Shari coldly. "So do I. Looks like you get to me the entertainment tonight."

Shari moaned and tried to talk around the gag, but little sound actually came out.

"You want to play with her her first, before dinner?" Tanya asked.

I nodded, sliding my hands over Shari's big tits.

"Yeah," I said. "Let's have dessert first."

We dragged Shari upstairs, literally. With her ankles bound, she couldn't walk. We pushed her into the bedroom and down on the bed.

Her dress flew up as she hit and I could see her thigh highs and panties. Jesus she looked great.

I turned to Tanya.

"Come here, bitch," I said.

Tanya came into my arms and I kissed her roughly, pushing my cock into her belly.

Then I went over to Shari's bag and started going through it. I hoped she'd brought it and, sure enough, I found Dickie in the bottom of the bag, along with his nylon straps.

"Take off your pants and put this on," I told Tanya. "You said you wanted to rape her. Well, now you can."

Shari's eyes got real big and she began to moan and struggle harder, her delicious musk filling the room.

"I want my cock sucked," I told Tanya.

"I can suck your cock," she offered, looking at me sexily.

"You sure can, bitch, any time I want it. But I want the slut to do it," I said, motioning at Shari.

Tanya nodded, crawling onto the bed and looking down at Shari.

"My boyfriend wants his cock sucked," she said, unfastening the ball-gag and taking it out. "Do it, or I'll beat the shit out of you."

Shari nodded, looking fearful. She looked up at me, plaintively.

"I'm virgin," she said. "If I do that for you, will you promise not to rape me?"

"Okay, cunt," I told her. "You give me a damned good blow job and swallow every drop, and I'll think about it."

"Oh, god, Paul, that's so sexy!" Shari said.

I laughed and Tanya scowled.

"Hey, his name isn't Paul and I thought you were virgin."

Shari looked chastised.

"No, I mean, please don't make me take that nasty thing in my mouth!"

I chuckled and slipped back into character.

"Your choice, cunt. You suck it, willingly, or I fuck you, any way I want.

Shari nodded and I sat on the bed.

Christ, it was sexy. Shari fumbled with my cock, like she'd never seen one before, and kissed it, dryly and inexpertly.

I turned to Tanya.

"Show this bitch how it's done.

Tanya had her pants off now, and just had on the bra and high heels. She lay on the bed and engulfed my cock, sucking it wonderfully.

I let her suck me, running her tongue along my very excited cock, then pushed her away.

"See, cunt? That's what I want you to do."

Shari took my cock, now wet with Tanya's saliva, and went down on me, much better this time. Tanya started pulling up her Shari's skirt, and Shari shifted, tying to keep herself covered.

"I'm just looking, cunt," Tanya said and winked at me.

Jesus, both women were getting turned on, because the room was filling with the aroma of hot, turned-on pussy, a smell I love.

And with Shari starting to do a great job on my cock, I was getting very turned on too.

I pushed Shari's face away from me.

"She can't suck worth a damn," I said. "Let's see what else she has to offer."

Shari rolled up in a ball, but that made her ass really available.

Tanya pulled Shari's dress up, exposing her crotch, her panties already wet with excitement.

"Screw it," I said. "Lets just fuck this cunt."

No, please!" Shari cried, even as she creamed herself more. I could smell that hot pussy, that wonderful odor of Sheri when she was really aroused.

I began feeling her up, roughly, as Shari moaned and cried. Tanya bent over and kissed me, wetly and erotically, and I put my fingers up her cunt, greasy with her excitement.

I grabbed Shari's crotch and she straighten up, trying to keep me away.

I grabbed her tap pants and ripped the crotch right out.

Oh, Jesus, she was wet and creaming!

"You want to suck her cunt, go ahead," I told Tanya.

Tanya smiled at me and went down on Shari.

"no, please don't do that!" Shari cried, trying to push Marnie away with her manacled hands.

Shari was straightening her body, trying to push Tanya away from her cunt with her thighs.

But that exposed her breasts, and I reached over and grabbed a handful.

Tanya suddenly started to moan and went down even harder on Shari. Then I saw the liquid spraying out and realized what had happened.

Shari had pissed in Tanya's mouth.

Tanya didn't pull away immediately. In fact, she burrowed in deeper, sucking and moaning and swallowing and touching her own pussy, obviously excited by it.

The piss soaked Tanya's white/gold hair and made a spreading pool in the bed, which of course we had put the plastic cover on earlier.

Tanya finally slowed pissing, and only then did Tanya move her sodden face out of her cunt.

"Shit!" she said. "The bitch pissed on me!"

I pulled her over to me by her wet hair, the smell of urine exciting me. I kissed her, wetly and deeply, tasting Shari's pussy and piss on her, and really turned on by it.

"She'll be sorry," I told her. "We don't have to be nice to her any more."

Tanya nodded, her eyes shining.

"I'm gonna pop this cherry slut," I said.

I pulled off my pants and slid into the wet bed. Shari struggled and moaned, making it really hard to get into her. Tanya grabbed Shari's legs, pulling them up, and her cunt was exposed for a moment.

A moment was enough.

I shoved into Shari's cunt, and she moaned and writhed and begged me not to, even as her pussy was tightening on me with the beginnings of her first orgasm.

I fucked her, hard, reaching around and ripping her dress open in front.

"Fuck the bitch's ass," Tanya said. " I want to watch."

"Why do you think I gave you the dildo, you stupid cunt?" I snapped.

Tanya looked at me, excited. Obviously, she had forgotten. She jumped up from the bed and ran around it, pushing Dickie's ball inside her pussy and trying to figure out the straps.

I ripped Shari's dress again and got a handful of brassiered breast, shoving my hand down inside and getting her soft, excited tit.

I was fucking her deep in her wet pussy and so excited I knew I would come off soon.

So I pulled out of Shari, walking away and giving myself a chance to calm down.

"What's wrong?" Shari asked.

"I don't want to come off yet," I told her. "I want you to fuck her the same time I am."

Tanya smiled and nodded.

"I'm just about ready," she said, standing up. Dickie stuck out from her crotch, his "flesh-colored" pink latex looking really obscene against Tanya's dark skin and bush.

We ripped off the rest of Shari's clothes, her wriggling and fighting just turning us both on more.

I ripped off her bra, and what was left of her panties, so all she wore was the thigh highs and high heeled shoes.

"Fuck her ass," I ordered Tanya. "Shove it in her."

Tanya nodded and held down Shari.

She put a finger in her ass, then smiled at me.

"Bitch needs lubrication," she told me.

I went over to my stuff. I had brought some shortening, thinking I could melt it first, but I just took a palm full and wiped it on Shari's ass and put some on Tanya's hand.

"Grease that mother up and go for it," I said.

Shit. Watching Tanya grease this pink tool, and realizing as she did so that moving the dildo moved the ball and ridge in her cunt was so sexy. And she was about to fuck my girlfriend's ass.

Tanya squatted over Shari's ass, pulling her legs apart and up so her big ass made a perfect target.

She put Dickie to Shari's little brown butt-hole, greasy and white with shortening, and pushed it into her, slowly. Shari moaned as the dildo went into her.

Shari was beyond playing a part now.

"Oh, Jesus, Tawny, fuck me, Tawny. Fuck my ass."

I took another handful of shortening and stepped behind Tanya, spreading her ass cheeks and greasing her ass as well.

"Oh, shit, Paul. What a great idea," Tanya groaned.

I put my cock to her tight asshole and began to push slowly into her. Jesus, it was so tight and hot, not like a cunt at all.

I began to fuck her, pushing her forward into Shari's ass, then pulling out as she did. We were all three fucking at one time, and it felt wonderful.

It felt even better since Tanya's ass wasn't empty. I could feel myself moving inside the hot, greasy stuff inside of her, and I was so turned on I was afraid I might just fall over and die.

It was that sexy!

"Fuck her cunt," Tanya said. "Rape her cunt while I rape her ass."

"I can't," I told her.

Shari sounded upset.

"Why not?"

I wasn't going to say anything, but now I had to.

"Because Tanya's ass is full of shit and I'm fucking the hell out of it," I said.

Tanya actually moaned and ground her ass back against me.

"Oh, God, Paul, yes. Fuck my dirty ass," she said, softly.

"Fuck my pussy," Shari said. "It won't be the first time I've had shit in my cunt."

Well, screw it. If you are reading this, you already know we're sick. It's not like you're reading this and going "Gee, I thought these were nice normal people, not perverts!"

You already know we're perverts.

Anyway, if you want to skip on to where it say's "OKAY, FOLKS, IT'S SAFE NOW!" you can. I'm not kidding. It's really down there.

I have to admit, I was kind of grossed out too. But what happened next was very sexy, and, yeah, really perverse. If you're grossed out, I already said you can skip this part.

But if you are twisted, perverted and sick, like we are, read on and enjoy!

I was surprised by Shari admitting that she'd got shit in her pussy but I realized I shouldn't be. If it interested her, Shari tried it, and she had already mentioned shitting her panties.

So I pulled out of Tanya, and Shari rolled onto her side. I put my cock against her pussy. The odor was at once a total turn- on, but almost stomach turning.

But Shari moaned.

"Put it in me," she said. "Put your filthy cock inside of me."

I did, sliding into her wet, dripping cunt. I fucked her, feeling Tanya pushing Dickie up her ass through the back of her vaginal wall.

I could feel myself getting ready, and Shari was already coming, a lot.

I shot off into her, yelling and holding Shari's naked body against me as the spasms hit, hard and wonderful.

Tanya yelled out too, as Dickie's movement in her cunt brought her off.

I rolled off her, exhausted. Being that turned on is a lot of work! I just tried to breath and let the super level of turn on slowly bleed off.

Tanya reached behind herself, wiping her ass and bringing her dirty hand around.

"I'm dripping shit," she said.

Tanya was still looking at her hand. I could understand her feelings because I've had them myself. 'Wow, that's so cool: I think I'll throw up now."

But Shari moaned.

"Touch me. Get your shit on me, please."

Well, Tanya did, spreading the brown soft stuff on Shari's tits. Yeah, it smelled, but seeing Shari's reaction was so arousing: She groaned and writhed and made little mewling sounds. I'd never seen her so hot.

Then Tanya sat on her chest, the look on her face almost one of disbelief.

"I want to shit on you," Tanya said, her voice hoarse with excitement.

Tanya sitting on top of Shari was so sexy. She still had on her little bra top and her blonde hair was dripping with Shari's piss.

But then Tanya sighed and began to piss on Shari. It poured out of her, splashing onto Shari's body, all deep yellow and sexy.

It dripped off Shari's stomach and poured down between her legs like a waterfall.

Tanya's dark, sexy ass puckered and slowly opened and Tanya moaned as her shit flowed out, soft and hot.

Yeah, I put my hand in it. Jesus, I was already getting hard again.

And feeling Tanya shit on Shari, talking a dump like that, was so twisted and cool.

Tanya began to move her hips back and forth, spreading the shit both on her own cunt and over Shari's body. Shari was crying out and gasping and just going wild with horny.

I could see Shari's pussy was already dirty where I'd fucked her, so I slid my shit filled hand down and spread it, hot and slick, over her cunt. The smell was so erotic at that point I didn't give a damn.

I was hard again (Hard is hardly the word. Painfully, kick- ass erect is more like it) I slid my cock up and down Shari's filthy hole, then slid inside of her, fucking Shari though Tanya's shit. Tanya turned and kissed me.

"Touch me," she moaned. "I want you to get it on me."

I did, pushing my greasy filthy hands up under her bra.

Well, that was our first real experience in Skat games. I fucked both Shari and Tanya. Shari stood up and shit too, and Tanya and Shari and I spread that on each other as well. It was so perversely sexy. There's no other word for it. Shari even sucked my cock, licking along the filthy surface.

And, yeah, Tanya and I both kissed her afterwards, because it was so sexy. We were rolling around in in and slipping it it and putting our fingers up each other's asses and feeling it.

Shit-Mad. That's what we called it later. Just shitting and playing and rubbing and fucking and pissing and whatever else seemed like fun.

I fucked Tanya, now slick with Shari's and her own excrement. I pushed it down Tanya's bra, and Shari and I felt her up through it. I fucked both their asses, and Tanya fucked mine, using Dickie. My cock was covered in their shit, and we didn't care. Hell, it was sexy.

I finally came off again, ass-fucking Tanya, who still was full of it, while Shari was finger-fucking her shit covered twat.

Finally, we got up and showered. We were all so turned on, it was more fun cleaning up than gross. We scrubbed each other, giggling insanely when we found another batch of goo, hidden in an underarm or or someone's hair.

We finally got clean enough and went up and changed the bed (Shari, who is the expert, didn't even try to save the sheets. She did wash the wool cover, which was really stained anyway). We ran around naked for a while, kissing and fondling and just having fun. It was such a cool experience, I didn't want to just ignore it. It's a part of our sex life.

But I know it's gross to a lot of folks, so I won't go on and on about it.

OKAY, FOLKS, IT'S SAFE NOW!!

Well, you certainly missed a lot of really sick fun!

Anyway, we lounged around for a while, naked and satiate. It was getting dark out, and Tanya made us Bourbon on the rocks,

and we sipped at them and looked at each other and giggled occasionally.

"That was so nasty!" Shari said. "I was going to ask if I could take a dump in my pants earlier, but I was embarrassed!"

Tanya waved her hand.

"Hey, any time. I knew sex was dirty, but I didn't know dirty was that much fun!"

"Well, Damn," Tanya said. "Now what's left for the weekend?"

"I've barely sucked you," Shari said. "I love the taste of your pussy."

Tanya spread her legs.

"Go for it, girl!" she invited.

Shari half sat, half lay on the floor, taking Tanya's pussy in her mouth, kissing and licking it. God, watching this fantastic girl I'm falling in love with, stark naked, eating her dark sexy cousin's pussy got me hard again in no time.

I lay on the floor behind Shari, pushing her legs up so I could get to her pussy and ass.

Jesus. Just spreading her pussy, pulling her lips open and tasting along her slit, rolling my tongue around her clit and sliding down to her pee-hole and reaming it gently, then licking up into her pussy, just taking my time and enjoying her flavors and textures.

I reamed her ass, too, sliding my tongue around her little puckered hole and sliding inside of her.

Shari was moaned, getting off on eating and being eaten. Tanya was too, getting excited by her cousin's skillful pussy work.

We were pretty tired, so there was no real hurry. Then I had a thought and moved up Shari's body. She was eating and touching her cousin, her white fingers up her dark pussy and asshole. It was so sexy and I kissed Shari, tasting her cousin's spicy musk on her lips and tongue.

We pulled Tanya down to the floor, and I sucked and licked at her dark tits, making their nipples hard and very erect.

I kissed her too, licking and sucking at her lips and tongue. She was so dark and so blonde, and that was exciting.

I felt Shari licking at my cock and that was my cue. I moved down to Tanya's dark pussy, already glistening with Shari's saliva.

I slipped two fingers in her ass and two up her cunt, licking her dark pussy and savoring the differences between her and Shari, in both flavor and texture.

I bent my fingers and began to fuck Tanya, gently finding her G-spot, then increasing the pressure.

I began to fuck her harder and faster and rougher, fucking her dark ass as well.

She began to really moan and writhe and I felt Shari move up beside me.

I smiled at Shari.

"I'm going to make her wet come," I told her.

Her pussy was getting greasier and suddenly it was almost wet, filling with thick, oily fluid.

I kept finger-fucking her, harder and faster, hearing the wet sound that signaled a female ejaculation.

Tanya was moaning and writhing.

"Oh, shit," she said. "Oh, god, fuck that. Oh, shit, I'm gonna... Oh God...

White come started dripping from her dark cunt and then she came off, hard, spraying and pouring white come and liquid from her cunt. She screamed and writhed and soaked both Shari and I with her wet, fragrant come.

I kept going and she came again, pushing a white flood out of her cunt. I went down on her, and could taste it, musky and dark tasting, like her.

Shari pushed in and started eating her too, and I put my cock between Shari's legs and began to fuck her hot, wet pussy, as we both fucked and ate her cousin's cunt, and kissed and licked each other.

I came off, deep inside Shari's trembling pussy, and Shari was coming too.

So was Tanya, moaning and still dripping with pleasure.

"God Damn!" Tanya said. "THAT was a orgasm!"

We all three showered together, laughing and washing each other everywhere, playing a new game we invented called Hide the Soap! Then we finally locked up and went to bed. Shari insisted on dressing, putting on a little pair of yellow bikini panties and a tight pink T-shirt, that looked really obscene over her big tits.

That got Tanya thinking and she put on this hot pair of animal print panties, small and very tight on her, and a black tank top, that showed off her great tits.

I didn't put on a thing. I just crawled into bed with these two beautiful, full figured women.

No, we didn't have sex that night. We just kissed and touched and played with each other. You know what's like to lay your hand on your girlfriends pussy while she's kissing another woman, while this other woman has her arm around her and is fondling your cock?

Shari turned and kissed me, then moved back and smiled softly.

"I'm so happy," she said. "You're the best thing ever to come into my life."

I kissed her again, and we snuggled together.

Well, in the night I got up to go pee, and when I got back, Tanya was still on her side of the bed, but Shari had moved over and was hogging my side.

So I crawled in the middle.

Damn. I lay on my back, just amazed. I actually was feeling closer to Shari, even though we were sharing Tanya.

Well, sharing isn't exactly the word, since Tanya was sharing too.

I fell asleep, a hot girl either side of me. Literally. The night was a bit chilly, but I was in the warmest spot imaginable.

With no idea things were really going to be heating up soon.

Chapter 5

Shari, Tanya and I sat in a small restaurant, not far from the cabin.

The waitress came over to take our order. The young waitress was a cute little Oriental girl, with big brown eyes and bangs. She had smiled at us.

"Can I take your order?" she asked.

"Can I get you, to go?" Shari asked with a leer.

The girl giggled.

"I'm sorry. I'm not on the menu today," she answered. But her blush was accompanied with very bright eyes.

We ordered breakfast, and she walked away, her cute little butt wriggling as she walked.

Tanya grinned at Shari.

"You're just terrible!" Tanya said, in a loud whisper. "You came on to her!"

Shari grinned.

"I think she was interested," Shari said.

I certainly was. I watched the waitress as she leaned over the counter, putting our order slip up on the revolving holder. She had this nicely curved little butt, and slender, lithe body.

I sat back, surrounded by sex!

Jesus. Here's Shari, in sexy low cut blue jeans and a bright blue halter top, her big breasts straining against the fabric. Her hair is swept back into a pony tail and she has on a pair of really high heels.

And she's made up really nice.

So is Tanya.

Tanya's blonde hair is straight and loose, and she has on a high necked blouse with a big diamond cut-out, that really shows off her braless breasts.

And she's wearing a striped skirt, short and pleated, with white stockings.

And a pair of Shari's heels.

They both look like they're going for a night on the town, not just a Saturday morning breakfast.

I noticed the looks we got as we went in the restaurant. Here are these two luscious, big babes, showing it off big-time.

And me, in my slacks and brown suede leather jacket, right in the middle.

I'm sure glad I brought my jacket. Summer at Tahoe might sound warm, but it's a high altitude lake and the nights are cold.

The waitress brought our food over. She grinned cutely as she set down our meals.

"There you go," she said. "And don't forget, we have great cinnamon rolls, if you'd like one for dessert."

Shari looked right at her small breasts and licked her lips.

"I was thinking more of cupcakes," Shari said.

"Or sticky buns," Tanya added.

The waitress looked over at me and smiled.

"You must have to spank these two all the time to keep them in line."

I shook my head.

"It doesn't work," I told. "They like it too much. They just be worse, so they can get spanked again."

The waitress laughed, delighted.

"You guys are a lot of fun!" she said.

"We haven't even started to have fun," Shari said suggestively.

The waitress looked down at her.

"My name is Yoko," she said. "I get off at noon today, if you guys want to hang."

Shari nodded.

Yoko winked at us and walked away.

"Did you see that?" Tanya asked me. "Shari just picked up our waitress!"

I smiled at her.

"I can't believe it either," I said.

Shari smiled at me.

"She's cute," she said. "It'll be fun."

Tanya and I looked at each other and shook our heads.

We drove into Tahoe city after breakfast and went shopping. It was great, with Shari and Tanya getting checked out by every man they passed.

And women were checking me out as well, probably wondering what I had that made these two women want to be with me.

We were in a clothing store and Shari was in trying on things. Tanya was leaning over, looking at a pair of hiking boots, and her skirt had ridden way up.

Well it hadn't ridden that far up, but it was so small it didn't have to ride up far to expose her.

And Tanya was very exposed.

I could see Tanya's stockings were thigh highs, and I could see a strip of brown thigh above her white stockings.

And her white panties, pulled partly up into her dark ass.

I went up behind her and slid my hand up her skirt.

Tanya jerked slightly in surprise, then pushed her butt into my hand.

"Wouldn't it be terrible if someone put their fingers up my twat while I was just innocently shopping?" Tanya asked softly.

I slid my hand down her ass, and she moved her legs apart more.

I looked over at the salesgirl, but she was chatting with a customer.

So I slid my fingers along the edge of Tanya's panties, and up underneath them, feeling her hot cunt lips and her hair along the edges of her lips.

I got a finger in the middle of her, and slipped into her hot, greasy pussy.

Tanya moaned and pushed against me, and I pushed my fingers deep inside of her.

I stood there, trying to look innocent, as I was finger- fucking this woman in public, feeling her hot pussy and her slick vagina as I stood right in the middle of a clothing store.

Tanya moaned as she got more turned on.

My cock was harder than a rock, as I stood and felt her.

Shari came out of the dressing room in a cute pair of shorts, and looked around for us.

Shari saw us, and from her point of view, with Tanya leaned over and me right up against her ass, I think she knew immediately what was going on.

Shari grinned and walked over.

"How do you like these?" she asked, as she slid her hand over my cock, rubbing me through my pants.

"They're nice," I said, sliding my hand over them and into her crotch, rubbing her pussy through them.

Shari glanced over at the salesgirl, who was deeply immersed in conversation, and spread her legs.

I slid my fingers up the leg of the shorts and found Shari's panties.

They were already damp.

I pushed Shari's panties up into her pussy, wetting them with her excitement. Then I pushed up inside of her, panties and all.

The fabric tightened over her entire cunt, and slide into her slit, putting pressure on everything as I began to finger fuck her.

Shari closed her eyes and moaned.

"Shit, that feels good," she said.

Shari was rubbing the head of my cock through my jeans and I could their fabric getting wet. But, after everything we did yesterday, that seemed pretty minor.

Jesus, a pussy in each hand, my cock being rubbed, and standing near where customers were browsing, was so sexy.

Then I saw the salesgirl look up and start to walk over.

I quickly took my hands out of the girls and tried to look innocent. Shari stretched slightly and quit touching me, and Tanya just stayed bent over.

"Can I help you?" the woman asked.

We were all three laughing as we left the store.

"We were so bad!" Shari cried. "God, I'm turned on!"

Share grabbed me and kissed me, right in front of God and everyone. And it was a real kiss, wet and passionate.

Then she turned to Tanya and kissed her too, and in the same wildly erotic way.

People were staring at us.

Shari looked at her watch.

"It's almost noon," she said. "We gotta go get Yoko."

We got in my truck and headed out toward the restaurant.

Yoko was standing in the parking lot. She still wore the black slacks and white shirt that was her restaurant uniform. She smiled when she saw us and ran over to the truck.

"I only have a couple of hours," she said, as she crawled into the truck, sliding onto Tanya's lap. "And no real sex. My husband would be pissed."

Jesus, just like that, and we have another playmate!

"What's "real" sex," Shari asks.

Yoko smiles.

"Eaten ain't cheaten," she says.

As I was pulling out of the parking lot, Shari was already kissing Yoko.

I saw movement under Yoko's blouse and realized Tanya already had her hand under her top, and was feeling those small breasts.

All of Yoko is small. She's maybe five feet, and ninety pounds soaking wet. The physical difference between her and Shari and Tanya is amazing, and really erotic.

Yoko has a handful of Shari's breast, and Shari moans as she feels her up.

I can smell the excitement.

I can hardly breath as I drive back to the cabin.

By the time I pull into the drive, Shari already had her hand down Yoko's pants and she was moaning and kissing Shari

passionately, her little tongue flicking and wrestling with Shari's.

"We're here," I said.

The women straighten out their clothes and we went into the cabin.

I didn't even have the door closed when Yoko grabbed me and kissed me, wetly and hot. She was a tiny girl, and she was crawling up my body.

I felt her legs wrap around me and her pubes rubbing hard against my cock through my pants. Her mouth tasted of mint and Shari's lipstick.

I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest, and also feel as hands were pushing between us, feeling her up.

"Oh, Jesus," Yoko moaned into my mouth. "It's been way too long."

She disentangled herself and moved to Shari. God, slender little Yoko, even shorter than Shari, and lush, sexy Shari, kissing wildly, was so cool.

I slid my hand over Yoko's ass, and she spread her little legs. I slid up between them, feeling her pussy through the thin and loose fabric of her black slacks.

I could smell her excitement, sharper and more musky than Shari's or Tanya's.

Tanya moved against me and kissed me. I could tell she was excited as well, and I took her hand and slid it up with mine, between Yoko's legs, then moved back to cup Tanya's pussy.

Tanya had her other hand up, rubbing my cock. She found the head of it and was massaging me through my pants.

Yoko slipped off her blouse and helped Shari take off hers.

I took Yoko from behind, sliding my hands around her and cupping her tiny breasts. God, they were barely a handful, with very soft, puffy nipples. I could feel my cock give a jerk.

Shari bent down and began to pull off Yoko's pants. I watched, as her little green panties were exposed, along with her small ass.

Yoko turned and kissed Tanya. She was moaning and excited, and her hand found Tanya's crotch.

"Take them off," she moaned. "I want to taste you."

I took that as an invitation as well, and left one hand on her breast as I slid the other down under Yoko's panties and into her pussy.

She was absolutely slick and smooth, and very puffy and soft.

I found her slit. That was all she had on the outside: very thick outer lips that met in the middle. I slid up inside, where she was hot and very wet.

Yoko moaned and moved herself back and forth on my wet fingers.

"Come on," Shari said. "Let's get comfortable."

She pulled Yoko, now naked except for her panties, over to the couch and laid her down on it. Shari knelt beside her, spreading Yoko's legs and pulling her panties aside, exposing her very puffy, full cunt, darker colored that her skin.

Shari spread Yoko's pussy lips, exposing her dark inner pussy lips, deep inside her full vulva. Yoko was glistening with excitement, and Shari went down on her.

Tanya took one of Yoko's tiny breasts in her mouth and began sucking at it.

Yoko saw me standing there, and reached out for me. I knelt beside her and kissed her. She was so excited and almost desperate as she kissed me, finding my pants with her fingers and unfastening them.

She pulled out my cock and rolled onto her side, taking it deep into her little mouth.

Jesus, she was good at it! Her mouth was hot and tight, and her little tongue darted around the head of my cock as she slid it in and out of her mouth. She was moaning and the epicanthic folds of her Oriental eyes made Yoko look almost angry as she moaned and sucked me.

Then she pulled away and looked up at me.

"Fuck me, please!" she said.

I looked at her. Unsafe oral sex is bad enough, but actually fucking her?

But Shari looked up and smiled and ran to the kitchen. It's a small place, and it's like four steps.

She came back with a gold coin, and bent it, pulling out a condom.

She knelt in front of me, carefully putting the condom in her mouth, then sliding her mouth over my cock, sliding the condom snugly into place.

Shari got up and kissed me, her mouth full of Yoko's musk.

"You heard the lady," she said. "She wants you to fuck her."

I moved down and spread her pussy lips. She was already reddish and swollen with excitement, and her pussy was dripping wet inside.

I slid over her small body and Tanya aimed my prick and helped me slide inside of her.

Tanya was now kissing Yoko and Shari was rubbing and sucking Yoko's breasts, and jacking off Tanya through her thin panties. I was fucking this brand new pussy, so excited by the fact I was admiring her at breakfast and screwing her by lunch.

Yoko was moaning and writhing and letting out little screams of pleasure.

If sex with two girls at once is every man's fantasy, what is sex with three girls at once?

Whatever it is, it's great.

I felt Yoko tighten and come on my cock. Jesus, she was excited.

So was everyone else. The smell of excited pussy was just intoxicating.

I kept fucking Yoko, as the girls were getting more and more naked and more and more excited.

Shari leaned over and kissed me.

"I want your cock in me now," she said.

I pulled out of Yoko and pulled off the condom. I was wet with her juices, so I went into the bathroom to wash.

Shari followed me.

She kissed me and helped me wash my cock.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Paul," she said.

"Sorry?" I asked.

"We shouldn't be doing this, but it's so exciting," she said.

She kissed me and I slid my fingers deep inside her sopping pussy, fucking her that way as she rubbed my wet, hard cock head.

We went into the living room. Yoko and Tanya were on the floor, doing 69 with each other. Shari lay on the couch, spreading her legs for me.

I slipped inside of Shari, deep and wet.

"I love your pussy," I told her.

"I love you fucking it," she said.

I moved inside of her, feeling her using her muscles to massage my cock as I was screwing her. We kissed and fondled and fucked, just enjoying the feeling of being with each other, and hearing the noises of Tanya and Yoko as they were grappling and sucking and finger fucking each other.

Shari was coming almost from the time I entered her, and I was getting soaked by her fluids. God, it was wonderful.

I felt my cock getting tight and my scrotum pulling up and I came off, hard, deep inside Shari's pussy. She moaned and got a last orgasm as well.

Then we just lay and kissed and played with each other, while Tanya and Yoko had fun on the floor.

It was just two o'clock when we dropped Yoko off at the restaurant. She had quickly showered and looked pretty well put together.

Then we started home again.

"That was amazing," Tanya said.

"A noontime quickie!" Shari giggled.

"I think she wants more than just a quickie," I said and they nodded.

After she and Tanya had finished, Yoko had showered and dressed. Then she came into the living room, where the three of us were sitting.

"When can we do this again?" she asked.

Shari looked up at her, interested.

"When would you like to?" Shari asked.

She sighed.

"I hate to ask, but if we do this again, is there a chance..."

Yoko shrugged.

"AIDS tests and STD stuff," Shari finished for her. "So Paul can really fuck you and we don't have to worry?"

Yoko smiled and nodded.

"Yeah. Just because I'm in a shitty marriage doesn't mean I want to catch something."

"We're clean," Tanya said, "But we can get more tests if you like."

"I can do them," Yoko volunteered. "I'm a nurse and I work for a local doctor, so I can slip the tests in for no charge." Then she looked thoughtful.

"What?" Shari asked.

"Oh, nothing," Yoko said. "Just an idea, but lets just do this for now."

We all nodded. Hell, no one wants to take chances.

We arranged to drop by the doctor's office the next Monday for tests, and dropped Yoko off.

"I've got her number," Shari bragged. "Her husband won't be suspicious if a girl calls."

I didn't realize it, but this signaled a huge change, both in Shari and mine's relationship, and in our lives.

When we got home, everyone was happy. That afternoon had been so spontaneous and exciting.

We laughed and joked. But when Tanya tried to excuse herself to pee, I stopped her.

"I want to play water-sports," I said.

Tanya smiled and nodded.

"Cool," she said.

Shari looked up, excited.

"What do you want to do?" she asked.

"Is the bed ready?" Tanya asked.

"Always," Shari nodded with a leer. "We can play any games we like."

"I like being floor fucked," Tanya said. "Nice and hard, on a nice hard floor."

"The kitchen has linoleum," Shari said helpfully.

We laughed and I took Tanya in my arms and kissed her, sliding my tongue into her willing mouth. I felt Shari move behind me and slide her hand around and over my cock.

I slid my hand under Tanya's skirt, cupping her cunt through her thin panties.

"Does Tanya have enough clothes on?" I asked.

"No, but I do," Shari said. "Tawny can pee through her panties onto me."

"Well, you'd better make up your minds or I'll just waste it down my legs," Tanya said with a laugh.

"Tawny? Is that Tanya's nickname?" I asked Shari.

"Yeah, she's been Tawny forever. It kind of matches her skin."

I grabbed Tawny by that long blonde hair and pulled her head back hard. Tawny moaned, deep in her throat.

"Oh, shit, yes, Paul. Be rough."

I kissed her, wet and hard, and ran my hand over her lush breasts, barely covered by her light top. I let her go long enough to grab the diamond cut out in her blouse and ripped it open.

"Fuck, yes, Paul," she said.

I tore her blouse again, exposing her big, brown breasts, with the even darker nipples already standing.

"Lay under her," I tell Shari. Then, to Tawny, "Spread your legs, bitch."

Shari liked yesterday, when we played rape. But Tanya was obviously into it too, because I could already smell her musky excitement.

I tore her top completely open, leaving the ruined garment on her, her big breasts obscenely exposed by the ripped fabric.

I went to the box and grabbed out the handcuffs, bringing Tanya's arms behind her and cuffing her.

Shit. She looked great.

I grabbed my 35mm camera.

"Did you say Kim has a darkroom?" I asked Shari.

She nodded.

"Yeah, she developed the picture I took of her."

"Would she develop some more?" I asked, holding up the camera.

Shari nodded excitedly.

"Yeah!" she squealed. "Oh, God, get lots of pictures!"

I got shots of Tanya standing, in her striped skirt and leggings with her legs spread and her blouse torn.

And her hands handcuffed behind her.

Jesus, she looked so fucking sexy.

I hung the camera around my neck, and kneeled beside Shari.

I pulled up Tawny's skirt.

Tany had changed panties, but they were still white, and these were high cut, showing a little dark hair around the edges of her pussy.

When Tanya was standing straight up, her thighs almost touched a few inches from her cunt, then parted slightly to show her cunt off. Even with her legs spread, that curve was very sexy looking.

Her panties were loose over her cunt. I slid my hand between her legs.

"I want to feel you start," I said. "Then I'll let you piss on Shari.

Shari moaned. She moved so her hips were right under her cousin's pussy.

"Yeah, piss on my pants, then my tits, then my face," she said.

Tanya laughed.

"Gee, you expect a lot, little cousin. I don't know if my bladder is that big!"

That got us all laughing. Then I felt the sudden heat of Tawny's urine hitting her panties.

"Oh, shit, yes," I said.

Her urine spread rapidly and began to pour from the edges of her panties. It was deep golden, and very sexy looking and smelling.

It began to pour out of her panties, and down onto Shari's tight jeans. It splashed as it hit, and left a dark and spreading stain as it soaked Shari's pants as well.

Shari spread her legs, so the piss ran down and began to soak the crotch of her jeans, turning them almost black.

Shari touched herself through the soaked fabric and moaned.

Tawny moved, walking slowly up Shari's body, her legs still spread and her piss pouring from her. She squatted over Shari's breasts, bringing her cunt almost down to the fabric covering them, leaving yellow pools of urine on Shari's blue top and soaking the material so it clung obscenely to her breasts.

Then Tanya fell to her knees and put her piss soaked cunt and panties right on Shari's face, pissing on her copiously.

Tawny saw me taking pictures and smiled, then sat even harder on Shari's face.

"Oh, shit," Tawny told me. "Shari's eating my pissing cunt."

God, this beautiful blonde, her skirt up, her panties soaked, and Shari is eagerly sucking and licking her sodden panties. I remember sucking Shari through her wet jeans, that first Saturday together.

"You are going to rough fuck me?" Tawny asked. I nod.

"Yeah," I tell her. "I'm ready."

I slap her across the face. She moans and rolls her eyes again.

"Oh, shit, Paul," she smiles. "That was nice."

Yeah, yesterday, when she told me to do whatever I wanted to Shari when we were playing rape, I knew she was talking about herself.

I leaned over her, grabbing her hair and twisting it, kissing her roughly and grabbing a breast, really sinking my fingers in. I worried I was hurting her, but her reaction was to kiss me more passionately.

"Shit, yes," she said, not bothering to stop kissing me. "Fuck me hard, really hard!"

I straightened up and pulled her face to my crotch, against my hard prick. She chewed at it through the fabric, which felt wonderful.

Shari had Tanya's panties pulled aside and her mouth wide open as she ate Tawny's pussy. She was going crazy on her, and Tawny really liked it.

I ripped off the rest of Tawny's shirt and she moaned.

"Shit, I love that," she says.

She must be learning from Shari, or maybe I'm the only person who doesn't tell you what I like or don't like.

Anyway, I pulled her head back and slapped her again.

"Son of a bitch!" Tawny said as she came, grinding her cunt down into Shari's face.

Shari gasped and began to choke.

Tawny immediately lifted herself off Shari's face.

Shari was bright red and choking. She turned on her side and gasped, hacking a couple of times, then began to laugh.

"You wet came in my mouth!" Shari gasped through her laughter. "You almost drowned me!"

Well, that was that. We all began to laugh. Poor Shari was still trying to breath.

"I have come in my lungs," she gasped as she laughed. "Is come-lung a disease?"

"Female Ejaculation Inhalation Syndrome!" I told her, feeling my eyes begin to tear. "Quick, call the paramedics!"

Shari was laughing helplessly and so was Tanya. She was laughing so hard she peed again, not much, but enough to get me thinking horny again.

I slid my hand down for a handful of her wet cunt. Then we began feeling up Shari through her wet clothes.

"Oh, shit, that feels sexy," Shari said.

"Want to fuck us through my pee?" Tawny asked.

I nodded, but suddenly Shari began to struggle.

"Oh, god, I gotta go," she said, trying to get up. Tanya and I both had the same idea, because I grabbed her and Tanya, who was still handcuffed, got between Shari and the other room.

"No," Shari squealed, "I really got to go!"

She almost got to her feet, but Tanya bumped her from the front and I got my arms around her from in back, feeling her wet pussy through her sodden pants.

"No, guys!" she said, desperately. "I've really got to..."

My hand got hot, and Shari began to pee herself, helplessly. Somehow, that was more of a turn-on than the purposeful stuff.

She soaked her already wet pants. Jeez, she really did have to pee! I pulled her backward, onto my lap, and let her piss soak her ass, and me as well. God: hot, wet piss.

Tanya's on her knees, kissing Shari and getting her knee in Shari's crotch as she pees herself.

Then Shari groans and her eyes roll up.

Her pants get even hotter.

Tanya looked down and smiled.

"Shari did have to go," Tawny said.

She was peeing even more, just absolutely soaking the ass and me, and almost spraying out of the sodden fabric.

I let her soak herself, really excited by the accident we'd 'forced' her to have.

"Let's have a piss-fest," Tawny said, her eyes bright.

Tawny went to the 'fridge and got out some beer.

"Look," she said, bringing us each a bottle. "Instant piss!"

We all took a drink and looked at each other.

"What next?" Shari asked.

I dragged a kitchen chair onto the linolium.

"OOOH," Shari said. "Paul's got an idea."

I went over to Tanya's toy box, then grabbed Tanya, half naked and soaked.

Shari saw the paddle in my hand and grabbed Tanya too.

"Tawny's getting spanked!" she said, excited.

"Don't laugh," I told Shari coldly. "You're next."

The brightness in Shari's eyes was all the answer I needed.

I realized I was really enjoying this. I thought of things I wanted to do, and just introduced them. Neither girl was upset by it.

Maybe I have been too much of a wimp.

Tanya went insane.

Tawny jerked and tried to escape. She became a wildcat, and a dirty fighter. It became a wrestling match, trying to get her to the chair, with her yelling and swearing and kicking and hitting and trying to bite. I tried to grab her hips and felt her skirt rip, then she kicked me in the gut.

I was getting the crap beat out of me.

Finally, I realized I had to really take her down, so I used a Judo throw on her. She hit the floor, hard, and I got on top of her before she got her breath back.

I got one cuff on her, and then she was fighting again, trying to bite my wrist and kicking her legs and hips, trying to buck me off.

I've never done full contact dirty wrestling before, but I could see Tanya was getting very excited as she hit and swore. It took both Shari and I to hold her arm down long enough to get a handcuff around one wrist.

I have to tell you, my cock was so hard. I'm sitting on this bare chested woman, writhing her hips under me and fighting with all her might, her body wet with sweat, her skirt half ripped off now, her breasts flopping around and one of her tights with a huge run in it and she is still fighting.

Finally I grabbed Tanya's breast and twisted, hard. Her eyes rolled up and she tightened. She relaxed and let Shari cuff her hands over her head.

I let go of her breast and she moaned.

"Oh, Jesus, Paul," she said. "You're learning."

I picked her up by the hair and forced her across my lap. Her torn skirt was up around her waist and I ripped off her sodden, stained panties.

Jesus, her full ass was right there, and her dark cunt was exposed to the light.

I brought up the paddle and didn't pull the swing.

SWAP!

Tanya moaned and writhed.

"Oh, shit!" she yelled.

SWAP!

She yelled again, louder.

SWAP!

The paddle was leaving dark pink marks on her ass.

Tanya moaned.

SWAP!

"Oh, Jesus, yes!" Tawny moaned. "Harder!"

SWAP!

This one was harder and I felt her upper body writhing in my lap.

I could also smell her arousal.

SWAP!

"AAAARGH!!!!!

I could see her pussy working and a trail of whitish liquid pouring from him.

SWAP!

Tanya sprayed liquid now and writhed and made an ungodly moan.

SWAP!

Tawny arched up, way up, her face a mask of pain and tension. She trembled there and I could feel the wetness from her cunt soaking through the thigh of my jeans. She stayed arched for three or four seconds, groaning as if in terrific pain or terrific pleasure, the sweat literally pouring off of her.

Then Tanya fell into my lap, gasping for breath. I put my hand on her back and could feel the heat of her coming off of Tanya like a fever.

"Okay, Okay," she said. "I'm okay, I'm fine..."

She kept breathing heavily, and then took a deep breath.

"That was the best fucking spanking I've ever had," she said.

I looked at her ass. There were welts raising where the edge of the paddle had hit, and some of the paddle marks looked like they might bruise.

I had a pang of regret. I had really hurt her.

Tawny looked over at Shari.

"Jesus, I may want to borrow him sometime," Tawny said.

Shari smiled.

"I'm sure Paul wouldn't mind," she said and smiled at me.

It was obvious Shari wouldn't mind either.

Tawny got up. I like that name. It really fit her. She was still breathing heavily and moving slowly.

"God damn, do I want a good fucking," she said.

I looked at Shari.

"If you're a good girl, I'll spank you too," I told her. I was simply not up to another wrestling match.

Hell, I might be bruised in the morning too.

Shari smiled and pulled down her pants and laid obediently over my lap. Her skin was so white and her bigger ass so inviting.

"Not so hard!" Shari warned. "Tanya's old and tough, but I'm young and tender."

Tanya swatted her on the butt hard, with her bare hand.

"Owww!" Shari yelled, and giggled.

Swap!

Not near so hard, but it was enough to get Shari wriggling.

Swap!

"oh, yeah," Shari said. "That's just right!"

Swap!

Swap!

Swap!

I laid the paddle on Shari's back, and ran my hand down over her ass and into her sopping cunt.

"Mmmmmm," she said. "Oh, God, yes Paul."

I started finger fucking her cunt, wet with piss and excitement. Tanya watched, interested.

"You gonna make her wet come?" she asked.

I nodded.

"Yeah, Shari's easy," I told her.

I had the fingers of my right hand in Shari and I motioned Tanya over.

"Come her, Tawny. I'll show you how."

She came over and slid her fingers in with mine. Shari moaned from the pressure.

I slid my left hand over her ass, and found Shari's little asshole. I began to rub it as I began fucking her G-spot with my fingers.

Shari's cunt got wetter immediately.

It was really sexy, Tawny and I fucking Shari at the same time, as I slid a finger deep in her asshole, starting her moaned even more.

Tawny moved closer, sliding her finger along side mine and into her asshole as well.

Her eyes got big.

"She's got shit in her," she said.

I nodded as Tawny moved toward me and kissed me.

Jesus, Tawny is doing the thing with her tongue, broad and flat and wet and probing. We kiss and finger-fuck Shari together, playing with each other's fingers inside both her cunt and ass, our fingers both touching shit and each other in her ass.

Shari is really moaning and writhing, and Tanya and I are both going at it with each other and with Shari.

Then Shari's cunt starts to fill and her cunt and ass go real tight, and she writhes and cried out.

And soaks our fingers and hands and forearms with a spray of come, as she writhes and cried and jerks on my lap.

Shit, I come off! I've never just come in my pants like that, but it feels so cool to just explode like that, with Shari's body across me and Tawny and I kissing and fucking her.

"Jesus Christ!" I say. 'God damn it! That was great!"

Tawny nods and Shari, who has again started breathing, nods too.

We look at each other, exhausted, wet, totally disheveled and covered with sweat.

I'm breathing heavy too.

"We found something new," I say. "Aerobic fucking!"

Tawny smiles.

"Yeah. Shit, Paul, I want you to fuck me."

I nod.

"Yeah, later. I just came off too!"

"In your pants? Shari asked. "Cool. I must have been great!"

Tanya and I both laughed and hit her butt.

"What do you guys want to do later?" Shari asked. We had just finished washing the kitchen floor and putting the kitchen table and chairs back.

The shower, of course, had come first.

"Why don't we have a few beers and think about it," I said.

Shari nodded, her eyes bright.

"And a little grass?" she asked.

Tanya liked that idea and headed upstairs for some joints.

"What about munchies?" Shari asked me. "We'll need dinner too. We already missed lunch."

Well, we deserved a break anyway, so we put off the beer and grass, and I drove us to MacDonald's. On the way, we talked about that morning.

"It was so fucking sexy," Shari was saying. "I want to see Paul really fuck her, then suck his cock."

Tawny nodded.

"Eating her out was so sexy. Did you guys know she's twenty eight?"

"Oh, God, really?" Shari asked. "She looks fourteen!"

We got lots of food, then stopped by the store for another twelve pack of beer and Tawny got me a bottle of Bourbon as well.

"We're being bad again," Shari began chanting.

Tawny and I picked up the chant and all the way back to the cabin we repeated the phrase:

"We're being bad again."

"I've always had a fantasy," I said honestly, "of getting really fucked up and taking advantage of a girl."

We were sitting on the floor in the living room, having eaten and opened beers for the three of us.

"UMMMMM!" Shari giggled, pointing at me. "Pervert!"

"No, I really wouldn't do it," I said. "It's a fantasy."

Tanya nodded.

"I used to get pretty messed up when Tom's buddies were coming over. I'd get shitfaced and they'd take advantage. Of course," she added with a smile, "that was the whole idea."

"Let's have a party!" Shari cried. "We can get candles and dress all sexy and get wasted and Paul can take advantage of us.

"Again?" Tawny asked. "You guys are bad."

"We're being bad again!" I told her. "That's our motto."

"We need candles," I said. Shari hopped up and we went upstairs.

I grabbed Shari kissed her, there at the top of the stairs, pushing my tongue deep into her hot mouth. She kissed back really wet and sloppy, like a cunt that's been fucked by several guys.

I laughed and told her what I had just thought.

Shari smiled.

"I'd like to be fucked by several guys," she admitted. "I'm jealous of Tawny."

I nodded.

"I wouldn't mind seeing that," I said.

We went downstairs and put candles around the living room and lit them, along with some Musk incense.

"We're having a Love-in!" Shari giggled.

"I just want a fuck-in," Tanya said. "Screw the love part."

"How are your butts doing?" I asked.

Shari looked thoughtful.

"Mine doesn't really hurt any more." Shari grinned wickedly. "I think you have to hit me harder next time."

Tanya laughed.

"Me too," she said. "I mean, you're getting the idea, but I like it really rough, like I keep telling you."

I nodded. Tawny was really into it. I think she struggled so hard before the spanking so I would have no choice but to be rough back.

"Just fuck me like you don't care," Tawny said. "Make me, don't ask me."

I nodded.

"Yeah, I'm starting to get the idea," I told her.

Tawny nodded.

"Yeah, you're learning," she said. "I have some welts and bruises to prove it.

We all three laughed and I looked over at Shari.

"When I first saw your ass with your pussy half exposed at the store I never thought we would be doing this."

Shari nodded.

"The great thing is, we just started," she said. "There's so many things I want to try. And you guys can help!"

I looked at Tawny and she smiled.

"I could certainly do this as a regular thing," she smiled.

"Yeah," I said. "It's hard, but I'll manage."

Shari looked at me.

"Good. Just keep it hard and Tawny and I will both be happy."

We lit a joint and began passing it around. They were really strong, and you could feel it hitting after the second or third hit.

"Woah," Shari said. "That is really good shit."

"No, Shari," I said. "We did that yesterday!"

It struck us as funny and we all giggled.

"I still haven't got a good, hard fucking," Tawny said.

"I want my ass fucked again," Shari said. "Hard and deep."

Tawny looked thoughtful.

"I never thought I'd say this, but the shit thing yesterday was pretty fucking sexy."

Shari nodded.

"Yeah," she said. "I woke up last night and beat off over it."

"I like the piss thing too," I said. "And spanking you two today was really sexy. And," I added, "of course, doing Yoko."

"Yeah," Tanya said. "That was really great."

"I guess I'm a guy," I said. "I feel like you two will be jealous."

Shari laughed.

"Jesus, Paul," she said. "Yoko was for us. We just let you fuck her so you wouldn't feel left out!"

"Gee, that was nice of you!" I laughed.

Tanya got up and went into the kitchen. She came back a minute later with two beers and a bourbon for me.

"We gotta load up," she said. "You gotta get ready."

I pulled her down hard onto the couch.

"I want you to get too fucked up to stop me from raping you," I said.

Tanya moaned.

"Yeah, I like that idea. The bad guy that gets two girls real drunk and stoned, then fucks the hell out of both of them."

Shari nodded.

"Sounds good to me," she said.

I looked at the sweat-suits both had put on after the shower.

"Is that how you dress to go to a bar?" I asked.

They both jumped up and took off upstairs.

"Don't come up!" Shari ordered. "We'll be back!"

I watched them disappear up the stairs.

I went out on the porch to have a cigarette. It was a beautiful starry night, and I was really relaxed from the bourbon (and beer) and grass. My cock was throbbing, but I knew that would be taken care of soon enough.

I shook my head in real disbelief. God, a month ago I was looking forward to trying to get some dates, and maybe even get lucky. But this kind of luck?

And Shari. Such a sweet girl, and total slut and woman-girl- child all rolled into one.

Then there was this afternoon.

The door opened and Tanya came out. I smelled her before I saw her: She had perfume on.

I felt her breast against my arm and turned to look at this cute blond in glasses, looking up at me with innocent invitation.

"Excuse me, mister. Would you mind buying my cousin and I some beer?" she asked.

Tanya took a couple of puffs off my cigarette with me.

"Shari's almost ready," she told me. "By the way, thanks for being a little rougher with me."

She smiled at me with her pouty lips.

"I liked it, a lot," she said.

"I plan to be rougher," I said.

She smiled in anticipation.

"Good! Have lots of fun!"

She spun and went back in the house.

I finished my cigarette and went into the cabin.

All the lights were off, and only the candles illuminated the room. A really musky, dark incense filled the room.

Tanya was sitting on the couch. She had on a blue jean skirt, like she had when I first saw her, and high heeled boots. Her long sleeved top was unfastened to the waist, and she wasn't wearing a bra.

Her long blond hair was loose and her makeup was shiny, with sparkles.

I heard Shari coming down the stairs.

She wore glasses too, and her hair was red! It was pulled into pigtails on either side of her head.

She had on a pair of blue capris and red high heels and a scoop necked orange top, so thin her bra was obvious under it.

She wore a lot of makeup, so inexpertly applied it had the effect of making her look younger, not older.

"Tawny said you'll buy us beer, Mister. Thanks!" she said, in a little girl voice filled with excitement. "I've never drank, but Tawny said it's fun."

I smiled. Jesus, my cock was hard. Shari does fourteen year old slut real good. Yet she also had an innocence that just invited being debauched.

Yeah, it's perverted. But their glasses and innocent enthusiasm was really sexy.

"I have some grass, too," I offered.

"Cool!" Shari gushed. "I wanna try it!"

"He's not gonna just give it to us," Tawny said.

I shrugged.

"Hey, I've got plenty," I said. "I don't mind sharing."

Shari looked around, as if seeing the cabin for the first time.

"Neat place," she said. "You live alone? There aren't many houses nearby," she observed.

Of course, there are a lot of houses. But the fantasy was that I had these two innocent, none too bright girls in my isolated cabin.

My cock got harder yet.

I lit a joint and we passed it around. Then I got up and gave the girls beers, which they drank with appropriate "ughh, that's beer?" faces.

I made another bourbon. Hell, I was gonna get a little fucked up too.

The girls made short work of their beers, and asked for more. I kept providing them, along with salty snacks to encourage their thirst.

I felt like a rapist. But, since my "victims" were totally willing, it was kind of cool. Willing rape.

I was getting pretty shit-faced, and so were Tawny and Shari. They'd put on loud rock music and I turned it up a bit, not loud enough to bring the cops, but loud enough they could yell if they wanted to.

I chose Shari first. God, she looked young and innocent. I slid beside her and she smiled up at me, really drunk.

I put my hand on her thigh. She shook her head and pushed my hand away.

"Don't," she said.

I smiled and kissed her, lightly. She let me, but then turned her head away.

"Come on," she said. "You're going to ruin my buzz."

I turned her head, slipping my hand around the back of her neck. I covered her mouth with my hand. Shari tried to yell, her eyes bright with excitement.

Shit. Having her yelling, her hot breath against my hand and her lips moving against it was so sexy. I cupped a breast.

Shari struggled, but weakly.

She reached up and pulled my hand away.

"Shit," she said. "I really am too fucked up to stop you! Shit, that's sexy."

Then she put my hand back over her mouth and began to struggle again.

I got my hand between her legs, feeling her ample, soft thighs though the material of her slacks. I forced my way up between her struggling legs.

She shook her head.

"No, please," she said into my hand.

I pulled my knife from my pocket and opened it. Her eyes got big and I could feel her tighten as she orgasmed.

"Yell and I'll cut your throat," I told her.

"I gotta go," she said. "Please don't touch me. I gotta go pee."

I glanced over at Tanya. She was watching Shari and I intently.

"I passed out, so I can't help her," Tawny said.

"Good," I said. "Then you can come watch."

I got up and brought Shari, stumbling on her high heels, into the bathroom. She was giggling.

"Shit! I am really fucked up. I love this," she said.

I got to the toilet and she began to unfasten her pants.

"No," I told her. "Stand in the shower."

"I don't need a shower," Shari slurred, sounding annoyed. "I gotta go pee."

I pushed her into the shower.

"Hey, you don't understand," she said, sounding upset. Damn, this may sound sick, but this was really exciting. If Shari really weren't willing, of course, it would be totally different. But the fantasy was sexy as hell.

She tried to get out of the shower, but I wouldn't let her. Instead, I took the opportunity to feel her up, her trying to push my hands away and me just groping her elsewhere.

Her legs were clamped together and she moaned.

"Oh, damn," she said.

I could smell her urine before I saw it. Yeah, it's a turn- on now. I heard it hitting the shower floor, then saw the dark stain in the crotch of her pants.

"Shit, I like that!" Tawny said.

"Shut up," I told her. "You're unconscious."

She covered her mouth.

"Oops!" she said.

"Turn around," I ordered Shari.

She shook her head.

"No, I gotta pee. Please let me use the toilet!"

I spun her around, and the piss was soaking the ass of her pants, and pouring through the thin fabric.

"No, please don't make me do this," Shari whined. "I'll do anything else, but..."

"Anything?" I asked.

Shari looked at me, real tears in her eyes. God, she was getting into this.

"You can touch me," she offered. "And I'll touch you."

"If you leave my cousin alone, I'll give you oral sex," Tawny offered.

"I thought you were unconscious," I told her.

She shrugged.

"I woke up," she said with a smile.

"Okay, babe," I told Shari, pulling her out of the shower. "Get in the living room."

"What about my clothes?" she asked.

"I like your clothes, cunt. You really want to take your pants off?"

Shari looked at me then nodded and let me pull her back into the living room. I was betting the pee would come out of this sofa as well, so I pushed her down on it and turned to Tawny.

"Well, you offered to blow me and your cousin said she'd touch me and I could feel her up. Let's go."

God, my cock was hard. And looking at Tawny, stoned and not real steady on her feet, was so sexy. What she said next just made it better.

"I'm so fucked up, I probably couldn't stop you. Hell, I wouldn't want to."

I grabbed her and kissed her, grabbing her cunt and twisting it. She moaned and kissed back, wet and excited.

"You haven't raped me yet," she reminded me. "Be nasty, be rough, get your worst out and play with it."

I slugged her in the stomach.

She doubled over, eyes wide, gasping for breath. She began to straighten up, then doubled over again.

"Oh, shit, Paul, I just came!" Tawny said in surprise.

I pushed her onto the couch beside Shari.

"Can I have some more grass, Mister? You've got me scared."

I shook my head.

"I think you've had enough," I said.

"I haven't," Tawny said. "I can still move. I want to be helpless."

I thought about that? Can you OD on grass? Then I figured what the hell and lit another joint.

We shared it, and the girls each had another beer. Yeah, we were getting really shit-faced, and having a great time doing it.

I felt Shari's cooling, wet pants. She moaned and held her legs together. I just pulled then apart and slid my hand over her wet cunt.

"You said I could touch," I told her. "Let me touch, or I'll do a hell of a lot more than that."

Shari moaned and spread her legs.

"I love it when you're forceful," she told me. "O.R., of course."

I unzipped my pants and put Shari's hand on me. I knew I was going to come off fast, but also know a half hour later, I'm ready again.

And with two drunk, stoned, totally willing women, it might not take that long.

Shari began touching me, soft and smooth. Damn, she even gives a great hand job.

I pulled her to me and kissed her. She struggled.

"It's just a kiss, cunt," I told her. "You better be nice to me, or I won't be nice to you."

She nodded and kissed back, really hot and sexy. I could smell her excitement.

I slide my hands over her breasts, sliding under her blouse, imagining I had not felt her up before. That was truly sexy, as I touched her and groped her. She moaned and moved up against me.

"You can rape me if you want to," she said. "I want you to."

Yeah, that doesn't happen in real rapes. I know better. But this was Shari, and she was getting real horny.

But I pushed her back and grabbed Tawny.

"Hear that, cunt?" I asked. "Your cousin wants it. You want it too?"

She spat full in my face.

"Bitch!" I yelled. I slapped her, hard, and ripped her blouse open in one ferocious jerk.

Tawny moaned.

"Oh, yeah," she said. "Rape the shit out of me."

Well, I already knew Tawny liked rough sex, so I was rough. I grabbed her hair and twisted it, dragging her skirt up her thighs. Damn, she had on little white cotton panties, the kind you don't wear for sex.

And that was really a turn-on.

I dragged her to the floor and forced her to her knees. I put my foot on her back and opened my knife, cutting her dress at the hem and tearing it up to the waist.

Then I ripped off her panties, finding her asshole and stuffing three fingers at once deep inside her.

Okay, we're gonna do a little of THAT again. Not a whole lot, but you've been warned.

Yeah, she was full. I fucked her through it, seeing my brown fingers and getting really turned on.

"You're full of shit, cunt," I said. "I'm fucking your shit- hole, full of it."

Tawny was moaning and writhing and not making much of an attempt to keep up the role of the unwilling girl. In fact, she spread her legs so I could get at her easier.

"Get down here," I ordered Shari. She did, putting her fingers over mine and feeling Tawny's hot shit on them.

I put my cock to her dirty asshole and pushed inside of her.

Shari moaned at the same time, her excitement peaking as well.

Tawny moaned and pissed herself.

Son of a bitch. There was nothing to stop it and the spray soaked my legs, hot and really nasty. I fucked her hard, feeling her resistance as I pushed through her shit. That was such an exciting feeling.

I pulled Shari to me, thrusting my hand into her pants and getting a handful of her soaking cunt. She was creaming big time.

"Take off your pants," I said. "I want to fuck your ass too."

She managed to get off her pants (she was pretty clumsy at this point) and bent over so I could take my greasy, dirty cock and shove it inside her. Her ass was empty, so it felt marvelously different.

I felt myself tightening and yelled out as the spasms hit, again and again, and I sprayed my load into Shari.

We kept going. I ripped off all of Tanya's clothes and make her suck my cock (Yeah, it was gross, but she said later she loved it, at least, while it was happening).

By then, we were getting tired (and, admittedly, too stoned to function well). So we went to bed, still dressed and soaking, and played games until late in the night.

Yeah, I'm cheaping out. But, honestly, I don't remember it all that well. I know I fucked both women, and still have snapshots (yeah, I had the camera) of Shari in torn pants and with her ass dirty, and of Tawny, looking totally stoned and really hotly slutty, finger fucking herself, spread obscenely wide and her cunt in great focus.

I think I came off a couple of more times. I have a picture with Tawny covered in come, but it could be her own. And a lot of other cool pictures that I honestly do not remember taking.

Well, that was the last great "stoner" fuck. Yeah, we still get a little high, but the rest of the night was more a bummer than cool. Vomiting, headaches, the whole nine yards.

And Sunday we sat around and laughed wryly at ourselves, hung over and wiped out.

But it's just as well we got that out of the way, because by the next weekend, everything had changed.

Chapter 6

Shari opened the door of her house as I pulled into the drive.

My eyes got wide and my mouth fell open.

I couldn't believe my eyes!

Shari's hair, which had been brown, was now deep auburn. She looked great!

I smiled and she ran from the front door, meeting me as I parked my truck and kissing me hungrily.

Another week without each other had just whetted our appetites.

It was the next Friday afternoon and Shari's parents were going up to the lake with their boat.

And we were taking care of the house.

"When did you dye your hair?" I asked her.

She grinned.

"Tawny helped me. She spent Wednesday night."

I felt a little rush of jealousy. Tanya and Shari could get together during the week, but we couldn't?

I guess Shari saw the look, because she looked apologetic.

"Yeah, we had sex, but we thought of you." she said.

"Oh, thanks a lot," I said.

Shari kissed me.

"My folks don't see anything wrong with her staying in my room," Shari told me.

I nodded, but grudgingly. Yeah, her parents might draw the line at me staying when they were there. But I was still a little jealous.

"Oh, Yoko called. We all have awful diseases and should be dead by now," Shari said with a smile.

I took her in my arms.

"Then let's fuck everything we can get our hands on!" I said.

Shari moaned.

"You just might get the chance," she said with a sexy, secretive smile.

We helped Shari's parents get ready to go. Her dad pulled me aside when we were in the garage.

"Shari asked if you could stay over the weekend," he said, man to man. I just wanted to let you know it's fine with us."

I smiled, and I guess I blushed, because Cliff chuckled.

"Shari really likes you," he said confidentially. "I figure you two are already pretty close, so it's not gonna hurt if you stay the weekend together."

He winked, understandingly.

"With Tanya along at Tahoe, it's probably just like having a baby-sitter."

I nodded. God, if Cliff only knew.

But I wasn't going to tell him.

We waved as they disappeared down the road, then Shari smiled over at me.

"Okay," she said. "Tanya and I both owe you any sexual pleasure of your choice."

Shari giggled at he look on my face. She leaned up and kissed me, running her tongue softly around my lips.

"Wow," Shari said. "You don't look upset we got lucky this week any more."

I smiled and shrugged. Yeah, they had a night together. But the fact was, I had great sex with three different women, and that was so far!

And now I was getting guaranteed pussy! With both of them!

On top of everything, Shari and I had the house to ourselves for the entire three day weekend.

It would be a weekend I'd never forget.

Shari stretched and looked over at me.

We were on the couch, drinking ice tea and talking. Shari told me about her night with Tawny, which had been pretty much simple sex, since they couldn't yell and scream and run up and down the halls naked. Or, at least, that's how Shari described it.

"Well, whatcha wanna do, mister?" Shari asked in her slutty little girl voice.

She had on a tank top, and her breasts were outlined by the tight fabric. Shari's breasts make double D's look small (she's a F cup, believe it or not), and she was wearing a bra that made them jut out like torpedos.

"Are those things dangerous?" I asked, pointing at her breasts.

"Don't they look strange?" Shari asked. "I found these bras on sale, and I think they're from the Fifties. I look like I need a spear and a horned helmet."

I laughed at the visual image of that and nodded.

"Red headed Valkyrie woman," I said. "I don't need spears! My breasts are weapon enough!"

Shari laughed.

"I bought eight pair," she said, moving up against me. "Cause I figured something might happen to them if I wore them around you."

I smiled and kissed her. She opened her mouth and we kissed for a while, wet and hot. Kissing Shari is better than sex with most women. It's as close to oral sex as you can get without getting genitals involved.

Shari moaned.

"I missed this," she said, sliding her hand down over my cock. "Tawny and I wanted it real bad the other night."

I moaned. It's hard to believe, but I had never seen Shari when she didn't want sex.

Not that I'm complaining, of course.

She kissed me a while longer, then pulled back and looked at me.

"Yoko called this week," she said. "The tests were fine, and she's looking forward to getting fucked bareback."

Damn. Shari is amazing. She's so nice, I genuinely care for her, yet she seems completely unfazed by me having sex with other women.

"Did you tell her we would the next time we got to Tahoe?" I asked.

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, we'll make arrangements. I want to see you really fuck her. Condoms are a big pain."

I nodded, excited at the prospect.

"You like seeing me fuck other women," I said.

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, but are you going to mind watching me fuck other men?"

I looked at her. In a way that bothered me. And yet, it also seemed kind of exciting.

"I don't know," I told her honestly. "I guess it depends."

Shari smiled and nodded.

"Yoko has friends. The doctor she works for swings. They're all real careful about tests and not having sex with untested people."

"Would you like to fuck another guy?" I asked.

Shari nodded.

"Yeah, I really would. I'd love to get gang-banged some time, or be fucked by two guys at once."

"I'd like to see that," I told her. It was the truth. The thought of seeing Shari being screwed by another man really was sexy.

Shari grinned.

"I hope you get to," she said.

I smiled and kissed her. God, this was wonderful.

"I love you, Shari," I told her.

"I love you, too, Paul. I really do," she said.

I smiled at her.

"We have a really unusual relationship, don't we?"

She nodded.

"Yeah, but I like it. I love sex. I would feel terrible if I had found someone who didn't like it as much as I did."

I nodded. Shari and I had certainly been experimental, and it showed no sign of slacking.

"Can you make do with just me tonight?" Shari asked.

I sighed.

"Well, if I have to," I said.

Shari hit me, playfully.

"You be good, or I'm getting out Dickie the Strap-on Dildo!" she threatened.

I grabbed my butt in mock horror.

"No! Not that!"

We both dissolved into laughter.

Shari looked up at me from under her brows, looking sexily provocative.

"I said I have to do anything you want, to make up for Wednesday," she said. "Anything..."

God, my cock was already hard. Anything with Shari meant exactly that.

"I want to watch you piss your pants again," I told her. "I still jack off about that first time."

She smiled and nodded.

"I was so relieved you liked it," she said. I began to laugh and she joined me.

"That's the word for it, honey," I told her. "Relieved!"

"Be careful or you'll piss me off," she warned, giggling.

"You know I urine for you!" I said.

Yeah, we were bad.

Shari stood in the back yard. She had run upstairs and come down wearing tight jeans, worn and holed and very sexy.

"Two dollars at the thrift store," she said, swinging her full hips and looking very desirable. Damn. They were so tight in the cunt that they were jammed up inside of her, and Shari turned to show me the almost ripping fabric across her ass.

"You'll have to tear them off," she said. "It was hard enough just getting them on!"

She still had on the tanktop and bra.

"Shit," I told her. "You look like a fantasy."

She looked at me, thoughtfully.

"I know I owe you this one, but can I get something special in as well?"

My cock was throbbing as I nodded.

"Sure, anything you'd like."

Shari nodded and took my hand, taking me out in the front yard. Cars were driving past and people were out on the sidewalks, walking past.

"I was really turned on that night," she said, "when we fucked in front of the cabin."

I nodded.

"Yeah," I agreed. "I was too."

Shari smiled and knelt on the grass. There was a small ripping sound.

"Shit, your pants are already tearing!" I said.

Shari smiled.

"I love that you like that," she said softly. "I used to rip off pairs of underwear, jacking myself off at the same time."

She moaned and shifted on the grass.

"I want you to fuck me," she said, quietly. "I want your cock deep inside my cunt and my ass tonight. I want to pee myself right here, with people all around. I want to go into our secret place and have you fuck me outdoors."

I nodded. Shari was turning herself on talking this way, and it really turned me on too. We were in public and Shari, now a devastating redhead, was going to pee her pants.

Shari moaned and I saw a spreading dark spot. It was only about the size of a quarter.

"I just peed a little," she said. "I'm trying to hold it in, but I don't think I can."

I slid my hand under her, feeling the small wet spot.

"Shit, that's sexy, Shari," I said.

Shari moved up against me and kissed me, wetly and passionately, my hand still between her legs. People were probably looking at us, the couple making out in their front yard while everyone was around.

"I'm gonna mess myself for you, right in public," Shari whispered and my hand was suddenly wet and hot. Shari slid her hand down over my rock hard cock, feeling me through my jeans as she pissed herself.

"I might even do more than pee," she said, kissing me wetly.

"Do whatever you want," I gasped. Damn, right on the front lawn and she's pissing herself and my hand!

I never thought that much about public sex before (or, I suppose, public perversion). Last weekend, feeling up Tawny and Shari in the store was really great, however.

And now Shari was kissing me and rubbing my cock in her front yard, while I cupped her cunt and she peed herself.

Shari moaned and her eyes closed.

"Oh, shit, yes!" she said. "Please put your hand down the ass of my pants."

I realized what I would find there. I looked around and, yes, people were glancing over at us.

Fuck em. I found the back of her pants and pushed my hand down.

Shari was wearing cotton panties, and I slid under them. It was a struggle getting to her ass past the really tight pants. But about half way there, I knew she'd taken a dump in her pants.

Yeah, I know. Part of you are going "Way cool!" and the rest of you are going, "She did WHAT?"

The rules are already in place. It all gets told. If you don't like it, skip down to where it says "Okay, It's Safe Now!" It's down there, just like last time.

Wow, if you are skipping parts already, what happens when we... ?

Never mind. Just skip ahead if you must. It's not like we eat it or something.

That's for later ;-)

Anyway, I just kept pushing. Damn, her shit was hot and greasy! And really soft this time, which was a real turn-on.

And this time I didn't hesitate. Fuck it. A pile of hot shit in your girlfriend's pants is a really nasty turn on.

Especially when you are right on the front lawn of her house.

And I planned to enjoy every second of it.

I pulled Shari on top of me, kissing her and pushing my cock into her soft stomach.

"I wanta fuck your tits," I said softly.

"God, I want you to," she said. "I want you to come on them."

I had my hand all the way down the back of her pants, sliding through the hot mess to find her little asshole, still partly open.

I slid inside, fucking her ass gently with my fingers.

"Oh, God, it's running over my cunt," she said. "That is so sexy."

My cock was so hard and ready, I was starting to hurt. Of course, at that point, it was a really sexy hurt.

But I also wanted, needed, to come.

"Let's go inside," I said.

Shari smiled, but shook her head as she got up.

"No," she said. "Come on."

Shari headed around the side of the house and through a gate in the fence. We were in her 'private spot, ' beside the house and surrounded by high fence and higher plants.

Shari moved back against me, her soft ass feeling even softer now. Then she turned, kissing me wet and hot, and rubbing her mound against me.

"Fuck my tits later. Fuck my ass and cunt right now!" she moaned.

"Kneel down," I said. Shari did, and I rubbed my hand over the stained fabric over her ass crack and the soaking wet fabric over her pussy.

Yeah, writing this I kind of cringe, but hey it was unbelievably sexy when it was going on.

Shari got on all fours and crouched, moaning as the tight pants pressed hard on her cunt. With a wonderful ripping sound, the ass of her jeans let go.

Her panties underneath were brown and dripping. Yeah, I put my hand on them and squeezed, then pushed them deep into her scat. Then I just grabbed them and ripped them off.

Yeah, shit went everywhere, but at this point I didn't care.

I knelt and Shari moaned as I slid my cock into her full ass crack. I found her butt hole and pushed in, all hot and greasy and full.

Pushing your cock into that thick mass is so sexy. It's like a regular fuck on steroids.

I felt her big, hot, sweaty breasts as I fucked her. I got my hands under her top and under her bra. She was sweaty and wet and really sexy, and her tits were so tightly constricted by the bra they felt erotically different.

And the fact I was ass-fucking a redhead just added to the whole thing.

Not to mention my hands were wet with Shari's shit.

I changed holes, sliding through the mess to find and fuck Shari's cunt. She was creaming massively and coming from the first stroke.

She was groaning and swearing under her breath and moaning and so was I.

I felt my cock tighten, and grunted loudly as I came, shoving deep into her filthy pussy and adding my load to everything else.

I was actually dizzy from heat and exertion, and Shari was sobbing with pleasure.

OKAY, IT'S SAFE NOW!

We just have to finish a little clean-up, and all will be as before. Okay?

I looked at the mess and my mind cringed.

Shari must have been thinking the same thing, because she looked back at me. Her makeup was in rivulets down her face.

She looked beautiful.

"Get the hose, Hun, please?"

I nodded and pulled out, pulling up my jeans and zipping them as I went around and got the garden hose.

I came around the side of the house and saw Shari just standing up.

I shot her in the boobs with the stream of icy water.

"Aaaarrghhhh!" Shari screamed, and then she was on me.

Well, it was a combination water fight and shower. We forced the hose down each other's pants, still excited by the brown flow that resulted.

I got Shari down, threatening to give her a "home and gardens enema," and she tried the same.

Well, we got cool and undressed and relatively clean in very short order, not to mention turned on again from wrestling and playing.

Finally, we washed each other off, getting almost everything off and washing it down the drain nearby. Shari explained her space was a low spot anyway, so the drain had been handily installed to prevent flooding.

We padded naked through the garage and into the shower, where we cleaned each other off. Shari had even bought a scented shower gel, that seemed to get everything off really well.

"Shit games don't seem dirty any more!" she giggled.

I kissed her, slowly and thoroughly.

"I love you," I told her. I really do. It's not just the sex games, or the fetish stuff, or the other women.

"I love you too, Paul," she said.

We kissed and just held each other.

We sat over hamburgers and iced tea in the kitchen.

"When we get a place," Shari said dreamily, "I want a shower room, with a big shower and major drain system."

I nodded, grinning.

"The game room," I said.

"Can you imagine a whole house designed with the idea of fucking?" she asked. "There's people who have computers in every room or other stuff. Why not build the whole place with having people over to screw is the main objective."

We both laughed. I have another year of college, and Shari just graduated high school. Having our own place together would be a far away dream for now.

But I guess dreaming is what young lovers are supposed to do.

The doorbell rang and Shari jumped up to get it.

I followed her into the living room. She was just letting in a very pretty oriental girl.

It was Kim.

I walked over toward them.

"This is Paul," Shari said.

"You must be Kim," I said.

"No, I'm Mitzi," she said, confused.

So was I.

Shari looked over at me.

"Who's Kim?" she asked.

Yeah, I was confused. I'd somehow gotten convinced the girl's name was Kim, but it was Mitzi all along.

"So Mitzi is... ?" I started, uncertain how to politely say it.

Of course, Shari had no such problem.

"My virgin girlfriend," she said. "She came over to check you out."

Both Mitzi and I were embarrassed now. But Shari pointed at my groin.

"That's it," she said. "You want him to drag it out?"

Mitzi went bright red, and Shari began to laugh.

"God, Paul, you're blushing too!" she giggled. "How are you gonna fuck each other if you're both too embarrassed to talk?"

"Mitzi, would you like some iced tea?" I asked and she nodded.

We sat at the kitchen table. Mitzi was in a light cotton top and shorts, both white against her light bronze skin.

Yoko had been darker, her face more rounded. But Mitzi was slender and lighter, with beautiful long brown-black hair and almost hazel eyes.

Mitzi was tiny and slender. She did not look eighteen, though that was how old Shari had said she was.

She was a perfect, and very young looking, woman-child.

Mitzi was beautiful.

She saw me looking and looked away. Apparently, Mitzi was also painfully shy.

But Shari ignored that. Instead, she launched into a description of last weekend, Wednesday night and this morning.

A very detailed description.

I sat, kind of excited and kind of mortified, as Shari delineated, in detail, our experiences.

It was kind of sexy.

And as I watched Mitzi, I realized she was turned on by it too.

Mitzi looked up at me when Shari was describing her "rape" and how Tawny liked it rough. And again when Shari was talking about me having sex with Yoko.

This time, when our eyes met, she smiled shyly. My cock jumped.

"Did you want to see Possible?" Shari asked. Mitzi looked at her, puzzled. So did I.

"Possible?" Mitzi asked.

Shari looked over at me.

"Does it have a name. Don't all guys name their penis?"

I shrugged.

"It's my penis," I said. "It doesn't have a special name."

"Possible," Shari said. "That's what we'll call it."

"Why possible?" I asked.

Shari sighed.

"You never heard that joke?"

I shook my head.

"A guy is in the hospital, and this cute nurse comes in to give him a sponge bath," Shari said. "The guy leers and asks how much of him she will wash."

Shari paused and looked at us both. She does have good comic timing.

"Well," she continued, "The nurse tells the guy, "Well, first I'll wash your body down as far us possible, and then I'll wash your body up as far as possible."

Shari paused again, delighted neither of us had heard the joke before.

"And then," she said, "I'll give the washcloth to you and you can wash Possible!"

We all cracked up. Yeah, it's a stupid joke, but it stuck.

From that moment on, my penis was named Possible.

"So," Shari repeated, leering at Mitzi, "do you want to see Possible?"

She nodded.

Shit! My heart gave a leap. I was going to show my (now ragingly hard) penis to this virgin stranger.

I got up and walked over to her. I unfastened my shorts and pulled them down. There was a big bulge in my underwear.

"Can I touch it this way first?" Mitzi asked, looking up at me.

"Sure," I said.

She put her long slender fingers on my cock, touching it softly through the material of my boxer briefs.

Then she looked up at me, and pulled down my underwear, exposing the wet, purple tip of Possible.

She touched it.

"It's really wet," she said.

She ran her fingers over the head, almost afraid to touch it.

"You can be firm," Shari said. "They're pretty rugged. Here..."

Shari pulled my cock out and took it in her mouth.

Mitzi watched, fascinated, as Shari licked my cock and ran her fingers over it. Then she took Mitzi's fingers and ran them over me, showing her the pressure Shari used.

"You want to try licking it?" Shari asked.

My penis jerked and Mitzi jumped back, letting out a little scream.

Shari roared with laughter and Mitzi blushed.

"It's all right," I told Mitzi. "It just liked the idea of you licking it."

Mitzi nodded and moved toward it again. She sniffed the head, then put her lips on it, softly, and I felt her tongue as it touched the head, then began to roam over the sensitive surface.

I was afraid I might come off right there. I was getting oral sex from a virgin!

Mitzi opened her mouth and slid it over the head, as she had seen Shari do. I moaned.

"Christ, that feels good," I told her.

That seemed to make her bolder, because she used her lips and tongue to massage the head. I groaned and tightened.

"Let him come on you," Shari said. "Wait till he starts to jerk, then let him come in your face."

Mitzi said nothing, but continued to lick and probe my cock.

"Harder," I told her. "You can't really hurt it."

Mitzi sucked on it, hard, and I arched. Jesus, the feeling of her tongue and her lips and the pressure of her sucking mouth was just too much.

I yelled as I came off.

The first shot went in her mouth. Then Mitzi pulled away, letting my come spray on her face and cheeks and into her hair.

She swallowed.

"It does taste neat!" she said, relieved.

Shari nodded.

"If you expect sweet or milky, it's gross," she explained, as another squirt of jism sprayed onto Mitzi's face.

"It you expect sharp and acidic, you're ready," Shari told her.

"Mmmmm, tastes like garlic!" Mitzi said, licking my still really sensitive cock. She moved her mouth over it, taking it way deep into her mouth, then sucking as she pulled off.

"Fuck!" I said. "Gentle! I'm really sensitive!"

Mitzi stood up.

"That was cool!" she said.

I took her come soaked face in my hands and kissed her.

Mitzi might be virgin, but she's had a lot of experience kissing. A few seconds into the wet, hot, passionate kiss, I realized where she had been practicing.

Mitzi kissed like Shari.

And Shari kisses great.

I pulled her slender body to myself, gently, sliding my hands over her back and bringing one around to cup one of her tiny breasts.

Mitzi moaned and let me touch her. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her breast was barely a handful, maybe the size of a small apple, and firm.

Her little nipple rose up under my palm.

Mitzi moaned and kissed harder. I opened my eyes and saw Shari behind her, her hand up between Mitzi's legs.

Mitzi brought her leg around one of my thighs, and rubbed herself on it as Shari fondled her.

I moved my hand under Mitzi's blouse. Her kisses just got wetter and more inhibited.

Then Mitzi grabbed me, almost frantically, and jammed her tongue down my throat. I could feel her hard little nipple rubbing into my hand, erect and hot, and Mitzi groaned, a deep, guttural moan of pleasure.

Mitzi pulled away from me, breathing hard.

"Damn it, Shari," she complained. "You aren't supposed to do that!"

Shari grinned up at me, wickedly.

"Virgin orgasms," she said with a smile. "The best kind."

Mitzi put her hand on mine under her shirt, pushing my hand against her breast.

"That feels really good, Paul," she said.

She still had my come on her face in in her hair, and I smiled.

"You feel really good," I told her.

Mitzi smiled, her eyes bright and excited.

"Well, I guess I can lose my virginity soon, then."

Shari whooped.

"Yes! I told you you'd like it!"

Mitzi blushed and I laughed understandingly.

"Shari's more excited than you are," I told her.

Mitzi nodded.

"She wants to see you have sex with me," Mitzi said. "She thinks it would be sexy."

"It would be sexy," I said and kissed her again.

Shari got up and joined us, and all three of us kissed, wet and sloppy and abandoned.

I slid my hand into Mitzi's crotch and she let me, spreading her slender legs as I cupped her hot pussy through her shorts.

I met Shari's hand half way, and Shari moved Mitzi's shorts aside, so I could get my fingers inside.

I slid along her slick panties, feeling her hot pussy, damp with excitement. She moaned and brought her legs together.

"Too fast," she said. "I need time."

"No," Shari said with an excited smile. "You need grass!"

She took off upstairs, leaving Mitzi and I standing in the kitchen.

I smiled at her. She smiled back and shrugged.

"I don't want her to get all excited. I'm not ready yet."

I nodded, accepting that.

"That's fine," I told her. "Don't feel pressured."

Mitzi sighed.

"Well, I'd like to, but I don't. You know?"

"Yeah," I told her. "Hey, we don't have to have sex, but we can still play, if you want."

Mitzi looked at me and nodded with a shy smile.

"Yeah, I really would like that," she said.

Shari was back shortly, with her grass and a bong.

"Where'd you get that?" I asked, surprised.

"Tawny had it," Shari grinned. "She gave it to me."

Shari rinsed it out and filled it with wine.

"Makes the high better," she said.

"Not too much better, I hope," I said uncertainly. "Don't forget last weekend."

Shari shook her head.

"Don't worry. We're just going to get relaxed, not totally fucked up."

Shari and Mitzi came back into the room. We had smoked up, then Mitzi said her face was hardening, so Shari took her in to wash it.

And make her up.

Mitzi and Shari both looked great. Mitzi's makeup accentuated her exotic looks, and Shari had also accentuated her own almond- shaped eyes.

Shari pushed Mitzi onto the couch beside me.

"I look crappy," Shari complained. "I'll be back in a minute."

Mitzi looked over at me and shrugged.

"I hope she doesn't get too excited," she said. "I still don't know if I want to do this."

I took her hand and smiled.

"Hey, Shari wants to play. If you like, you can watch us. You don't have to do anything you don't want to."

Mitzi smiled. That seemed to reassure her.

"I want to look at Shari," she confided in me. "I did you, and it wasn't bad. Maybe I should try Shari."

"She'd love it," I told her.

It's strange, but the thought of not having real sex with Mitzi was fine. In fact, it was kind of sexy, thinking of feeling her up and maybe going down on her, but not going all the way.

But, if she wanted to, I certainly wouldn't complain.

Shari came running down the stairs. She'd put on a black leather skirt and knee high high-heeled boots, and a white button front blouse, with one of her rocket bras beneath.

Mitzi's eyes got big.

"Wow!" she said. "Your breasts look like they're going to take off or something!"

Shari sat the other side of Mitzi and pushed her chest toward her.

"The better for you to play with, my dear," Shari said provocatively.

"You look like a whip-mistress," I told Shari. She grinned.

"I could make Mitzi service me," she said.

I nodded. That I would like to see.

Shari stood in front of Mitzi, twisting her skirt so the high slit was right in front.

Then Shari pulled the skirt open, exposing frilly blue panties.

They were open in the crotch, and you could clearly see Shari's puffy pussy.

There was not a hair on it.

"Oh, fuck," I said, both blown away and really turned on. "You shaved!"

Shari nodded.

"It didn't go with my red hair," she said. "Besides, it's all slick and sexy now."

I wondered why Shari had been in the bathroom for so long after our shower. Now I knew.

Shari pulled open the panties, then slid her fingers inside of her full cunt lips and spread them.

Mitzi looked up at Shari's exposed pussy, then took a cautious lick of her.

"It does taste fishy!" she said.

"Salty," I corrected her. "It's a big salt and lime taco."

"I love salt and lime!" Mitzi said, as she moved her mouth up into Shari's cunt.

It was so sexy to watch Mitzi taste my beloved, then open her mouth and take Shari's cunt into it, licking and sucking at her.

I slid my hand over Mitzi's small, heart shaped butt. She knelt up and forward a little, and I slid down over her pussy once more.

I slid my fingers under the loose legs of Mitzi's shorts and past her panties, finding the folds of her warm, moist pussy.

Mitzi moaned as my finger entered her hot, tight, virgin vagina.

I very gently frigged her, finding and playing with Mitzi's G-spot. She spread her legs more for me as she eagerly lapped at Shari's pussy.

Shari was smiling, watching me working on Mitzi as Mitzi sucked her pussy. I looked up and she raised her eyebrows, as if to say, "Did you think, when you came over, we would be doing this?"

No, I never even dared dream something like this.

I wet my thumb in Mitzi and found her asshole. She tightened a bit, so I just reamed around it gently until she began to moan and push her but at me, and then I put my thumb into her ass.

Mitzi moaned.

She was getting really tight and damp, and I frigged her harder and harder until she cried out and clamped down on my fingers in orgasm.

I was surprised when Mitzi reached down and unfastened and unzipped her shorts for me. I pulled them and her panties down and she shifted to help me.

She was really excited.

Mitzi had this cute, tight little ass, almost pathetically small compared to Shari's, but it had it's own charm. I slid my hand over her naked, moist pussy and Mitzi spread her legs wide for me.

So I watched Mitzi eagerly sucking on Shari's cunt as I slid first one, then two fingers inside her tight little pussy.

I began to fuck her with my fingers, slow and gentle at first, then harder and deeper as Mitzi responded and the inside of her pussy got slicker.

Soon I was fucking her hard and deep, and Mitzi was groaning and writhing, and wiggling her ass.

"Oh, shit!" Mitzi said. She shoved her face deep in Shari's pussy as Mitzi's body spasmed and she came hard.

Shari almost screamed as she came too, really wet, right in Mitzi's face. Shari kept moaning as she had another hard, wet come.

Mitzi came again too. Both women were totally into the moment, and I felt a little odd being the only one not getting lost in orgasm.

Finally, Mitzi waved me off.

"Enough, please," she said. "It's starting to hurt."

I pulled out of her and was surprised to see a smear of blood on my fingers.

I guess she had some hymen left.

We got up and pulled back on our clothes.

"You're bleeding a little," I told Mitzi.

"Come on, we'll get you a pad," Shari said. I felt a little bad about hurting her, but Mitzi smiled.

"Hey, I lost my virginity, and I didn't even have to have some guy's nasty penis inside of me!" Mitzi told Shari as they walked away, then she turned and grinned wickedly at me.

Yeah, Shari wasn't just teaching her to kiss.

"Hey, it doesn't count!" I told her, pretending to be upset. Shari and Mitzi both laughed as they disappeared down the hall.

"We're both bleeding," Shari said as they came out of the bathroom.

"I didn't mean to bite you," Mitzi said, embarrassed. "I got carried away when I came."

"She bit you?" I asked.

Shari nodded.

"Really hard," she said. "I thought it felt great and I had a wonderful come, but now I have tooth-marks in my pussy lips."

"I almost gave her a free piercing," Mitzi said with a smile.

"Are you all right?" I asked Shari, concerned.

But she waved away my concern.

"It's not bad," Shari said. "It barely bled. I may be sore for a while though."

"I'm sore already," Mitzi said. Then she looked at me and smiled gratefully.

"Thank you for not trying to have sex with me," she said. "I'm just not ready for that yet."

"Sure," I told her. I guess she was right. Some guys might try to screw her, just because she was virgin and seemed available.

I figured giving her time was just being polite.

Shari grinned at her evilly. Well, not exactly evil, but Shari has this grin that looks sexy, nasty, and provocative all at once.

That was the grin Shari gave Mitzi.

"Well, my pussy is out of commission and your's ain't broke to ride yet," Shari said. Both Mitzi and I laughed at that one.

"If you want to stay over tonight, I'll show you all the ways to bring off a man without losing your virginity," Shari said.

Okay, that got my cock going. Damn! The amazing thing was, this is my girlfriend saying this, to a girl she basically seduced for both of us.

No, I'm not bragging. I just still can't quite believe it.

Mitzi looked over at me.

"You won't push me?" she asked.

I shook my head.

"No," I told her. "That's your choice."

"You have to get him off," Shari said. "But guys are easy. You could probably just do a strip for him and 'POW!' He's done."

"It's not that bad," I said defensively.

"So we can kiss and fondle and touch and all, but not have real sex?" Mitzi asked. She looked very interested.

"Yeah," I said. "I have to come, but you can do that a lot of ways."

Shari nodded.

"I'll show you more stuff and teach you to give a dynamite blow job," Shari said. "Most guys would prefer that anyway."

I looked at little Mitzi. Yeah, I was really excited. But I knew she might have second thoughts.

I don't know if it was the grass she'd had, or just that Mitzi felt comfortable with us, but she grinned and nodded.

"Sure," she said. "That would be cool."

Eating dinner was fun. The girls were flirting and playing with each other and me. Mitzi was fascinated by Shari's breasts and kept touching them.

I did too. Shari's breasts are great. Of course, I felt up Mitzi so she wouldn't feel left out. Her breasts were so tiny!

And that was sexy too. I was beginning to realize that body differences are just that: Different.

And variety is the spice of life.

"Are we gonna get sexy looking tonight?" Shari asked Mitzi.

"I don't have any sexy clothes," Mitzi whined. "You already look great!" Yeah, she balled her fists and screwed up her face and everything. It was a great imitation of a seven year old.

We had to laugh, and Mitzi grinned.

"That's how I got my way at home," she said.

"Mitzi has her own place now," Shari said. "It's cute."

"It's tiny," Mitzi said. "And you can't go out at night unless you carry an assault weapon. Other than that, it's okay."

"I have some stuff you could wear," Shari said. "And we could go over to Lyle's before they close."

Lyles' is a local thrift emporium, with all kinds of women's clothes.

"My friend got the coolest leather pants there," Mitzi said.

"They have all kinds of negligees too," Shari said. "And we'll get Paul a cowboy hat."

"Ride me, Comboy!" Mitzi said and whooped.

"Isn't that ride em Cowboy?" I asked.

Mitzi giggled.

"Yeah, you ride em, and I get ridden!"

Yeah, women really are like this. I'd always had the guy idea that guys talk about cars and sex and sports and sex and tools and sex.

And women talk about woman things.

Guys do talk about all those things. And since women aren't as heavily into cars and tools and sports, they just talk about sex. And sometimes shopping.

At least, a lot of women do. More than you might imagine.

We spent almost two hours at Lyle's. I actually found a cowboy hat and wore it over to get a laugh.

It was really fun. Of course, I like shopping. I even got caught checking out a really hot Hispanic teenager, her tits practically popping out of her tiny top, and her cut-offs unfastened provocatively.

Shari saw and smiled.

"Hot tamale," Shari said with a wink. "Or is that hot Taco?"

We all three laughed.

We got Chinese on the way home, so no one had to cook.

Over dinner (beer goes great with Chinese) the girls went through their purchases.

My favorite was Mitzi's see through green baby doll, with matching green thong panties. She put it aside, hopefully to wear later.

Shari got another two jean skirts. They were two bucks each and, as Shari explained, "They rip so sexy!"

There were bras, panties and other intimate apparel being offered for my inspection.

"Do you think this is sexy?" Shari asked.

"On you? Yeah," I told her.

"Never ask a man for fashion tips," Shari told Mitzi. "They like everything, as long as they might get the chance to take it off of you."

"She's right," I told Mitzi.

Mitzi held the see through baby doll up to herself.

"You like this?" she asked.

I nodded vigorously.

Both Shari and Mitzi laughed.

Well, after dinner Shari and Mitzi disappeared upstairs. I sat down on the sofa and waited.

A while later I heard Shari at the top of the stairs.

"Maybe you'd better just come up, Paul," she called down. "We already started!"

I ran for the stairs.

Wow. Shari still had on the leather skirt and blouse and over the knee high-heeled boots.

But now Shari was all made up, very slutty, and her hair now had bangs.

"Wow!" was all I could say.

"Check this out," Shari said, opening the bedroom door.

Mitzi was posed against Shari's dresser. She had on the green baby doll, with her long silky black-brown hair falling over her breasts, barely hiding them.

Mitzi had on another pair of unbelievably high heels.

Mitzi was well made up too, making her look both older and very slutty.

"Wow!" I said again.

Mitzi smiled with innocence and sexuality blended.

"Now can I take off the shoes, before I fall?" she asked. Mitzi didn't wait for an answer, but bent to take off the shoes.

"Coward," Shari said playfully as Mitzi took off the high heels.

"No, I'm smart!" Mitzi said as she got up and threw her hair behind her. Then she realized I was looking at her breasts though the sheer material. Mitzi reached up and covered herself.

"Oh, come on, Mitzi," Shari chided. "Can't he even look?"

Shari shocked me. She walked over to Mitzi and grabbed her arms, pulling them down to her sides.

"Go, ahead, Paul. Look at her tits. Touch if you want to."

Mitzi looked pale and scared.

"Not without Mitzi's permission," I said.

Shari sighed.

"You're no fun at all, Paul," she said, releasing Mitzi's arms.

Mitzi covered her breasts, then let her arms fall. She actually took a step toward me.

"Thank you, Paul," she said softly. "I appreciate your respecting me."

I nodded, but I saw the doubt in her eyes too.

"But it turned you on too, didn't it?" I asked.

Mitzi blushed, but nodded.

"Yeah, it did," she admitted.

"We've played that," Shari told her. "You don't think we'd actually rape you, do you?"

Mitzi shook her head.

"I certainly hope not," she said with a wan smile.

"But we could humiliate and abuse you?" Shari said.

Mitzi blushed and looked down.

"Mitzi said it turned her on when I made her piss in my hand," Shari told me. "It embarrassed her and also turned her on. She's not into violence, but I think she would like being helpless and humiliated."

Mitzi did not look up, but she nodded.

"Maybe," she said.

I thought of a story I had just read on the web last week.

"You always have Mercy," I told her.

Mitzi looked up, puzzled.

"What?" she asked.

"Mercy," I repeated. "It means stop or no. You can beg and plead and say no all you want, but when you say Mercy, it really stops."

Mitzi looked up at me. The flush in her face had moved to her chest as well.

It's a sign of arousal.

"So Shari could hold you," I say, "and I could touch you and look at you and do whatever I wanted. And you could cry and beg me to stop. But if you say Mercy, it really does. So you actually have control."

I was surprised when Mitzi smiled bravely and totally sidestepped the question.

"What if I don't want control?" Mitzi asked

I can't describe the sensation that flowed through me. It was like the time Shari told me she didn't mind me looking at or even fucking other women. Or when Tanya told me to go rough and fuck the hell out of her. Or when Shari told me to have sex with Yoko.

Another door had opened.

"Then we'll just do what we want," I said, reaching out to take her shoulder.

"Except have real sex with me," Mitzi said. She was trembling with excitement.

"Maybe I will," I said. "Nothing like popping a virgin pussy. You don't want control, right?"

Mitzi looked up at me, her eyes bright with fear and arousal. She was breathing heavily.

"Okay," she said, her eyes filling with tears of fear and arousal. "Do whatever you want."

I understood completely. It was strange, but being with Shari and Tanya had really taught me something.

It was easier for Mitzi to put the onus on me. I popped her cherry.

But she didn't ask me to. She didn't have to admit she really wanted it. She wasn't responsible.

I didn't know if I would fuck her yet or not. But I did know I, once again, had to fight my tendency to ask permission every inch of the way.

I had to take control.

But I didn't have to be mean about it. I took Mitzi in my arms and held her gently against myself.

"It's okay, Mitzi," I said. "I know you're nervous."

Mitzi just breathed hotly into my chest.

Shari looked over at me and winked.

"Yeah, make her think you're nice, then rape her when she least expects it. Typical guy."

Yeah, Shari has a dark sense of humor. And, unfortunately, a rather realistic view of the world.

Mitzi smiled at me.

"I trust Paul," she said.

I smiled at her, but Shari looked angry. She walked up and grabbed Mitzi's chin, forcing Mitzi's face around to look at her.

In her leather outfit, Shari was pretty scary looking.

"Which means you don't trust me?" she asked coldly.

Mitzi smiled at her.

"You know I do," Mitzi said to her, and Shari smiled and kissed her.

Damn, just standing and watching my sexy girlfriend kissing this girl, wet and sloppy, which is the best way to kiss, was so sexy. I guess I have some voyeur in me somewhere.

Shari cupped Mitzi's tiny boob and Mitzi moaned.

Shari turned and looked at me.

"I wanna be bad, and I'm afraid you'll be angry," she said.

"How bad?" I asked.

"Grass and booze bad?" she asked. "Fucked up bad?"

Mitzi looked over at her and nodded, excited.

I sighed. After last week's hangover, it sounded like a bad idea.

Then again, I though of how we felt after our first round of shit games.

Yet we did it again that morning.

"Not as bad as last week," I warned. "I want to be able to function tomorrow."

Shari nodded and ran for the grass downstairs. Mitzi started after her, but I grabbed her arm.

"Why don't you stay here with me," I said.

Mitzi looked at me with that mixed look, of excitement and fear. I pulled her to me and kissed her.

We just kissed, wet and thorough, for a long time. Then I slid my hands down over her tiny butt, kneading and massaging her ass.

Mitzi moaned and began to rub against me. I brought my knee between her legs, so my thigh was against her pussy. She moaned and rubbed herself on it.

I slid my hand up over her little boob. It was very firm, and I remembered when I felt up Rhonda, when I was twelve and so was she. Her boobs were very firm and tiny, like Mitzi's.

"I love your breasts," I told her.

"What breasts?" Mitzi asked sadly.

I pulled up her baby doll.

Damn, they were just tiny nubs, little bumps on her chest, with very full, soft nipples, little brown cones on her golden titties. I felt a rush of desire, both erotic and perverse.

Mitzi had the breasts of a twelve year old.

I bent down and licked one, the soft, puffy nipple so inviting. I took it in my mouth, soft and large, and sucked it.

It hardened only slightly, remaining cone shaped and large.

"Oh, shit," I said softly. "I love your little breasts."

I moved to the other, holding one in my hand as I sucked the other. Mitzi moaned.

"Mmmmm," she said. "That does feel good."

I slid my other hand over her crotch, gently groping her outer lips and slit. She groaned again, louder, and spread her legs.

I put my hand right through her legs, rubbing my whole forearm against her pussy and ass. Mitzi moaned and tightened her thighs on my arm. I kept moving it, feeling her getting damper and her body get hotter.

Her nipples got tighter, and then she groaned and came, hard. I could feel a tiny bit of moisture trickle from her.

"Son of a bitch!" she said. "God, that was a good one."

I got up and smiled at her.

"I'd really like to fuck your ass," I said.

She looked at me, uncertainly.

"Maybe someday," she said. "But Shari can only get a little dildo up there."

I nodded. I know Shari basically trained her own asshole to take a cock sized object.

I didn't want to rip poor Mitzi apart.

"Okay," I said. "It was just a thought."

Mitzi smiled gratefully.

"I appreciate that you understand," she said.

I did. Yeah, the thought of fucking that childish ass was a turn on. But the thought of really hurting Mitzi wasn't. Not at all.

I kissed her again, and she responded.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH MY BOYFRIEND?!" Shari screamed. "YOU CUNTS! I'LL KILL YOU BOTH!"

We jumped apart and looked at Shari.

She dissolved in laughter.

"God, you're BOTH easy!" she said through her laughter. "God, you really looked guilty!"

I looked at Mitzi and shrugged. She smiled and shook her head.

"It would have been nice if you had come down to help," Shari said with a big sigh. She put down the grass and bong, along with a big bottle of bourbon, three glasses and an ice bucket. "But nooooo, you're up her making out while I'm down getting the party together."

"Oh," Mitzi said, doing embarrassed regret well. "You missed it. We just finished."

Shari smiled at her, spreading her legs and putting her hands on her hips.

"You're not done until I say you're done," she said coldly.

We both laughed and Shari smiled.

"There's more stuff down there, if you want to get it," Shari said to me.

I nodded and left the room.

Shari had gotten out a big bag of tortilla chips and quart sized containers of sour cream, guacamole and fresh salsa.

Somehow I got the feeling, as I gathered them up, that the dips were for more than the chips.

I was really excited as I went up the stairs.

Shari was kneeling in the bed, her knees wide spread. Mitzi was laying on her back, her own spread legs revealing her pantys pulled to one side and her pussy on display, naked and very exposed through her very sparse pubic hair.

Mitzi's head was under Shari's pussy.

"I was sore where she bit me," Shari explained with a smiled. "I told her she had to kiss it and make it better."

I knelt between Mitzi's legs. "I hurt this earlier," I said. "Maybe I should kiss it and make it better."

Shari smiled at me innocently.

"MY breasts are really sore today," she said. "Could you kiss them and make them better?"

I moved toward Shari. I was going to unbutton her blouse, but decided to be more direct.

I grabbed her blouse and ripped it open.

Shari closed her eyes and moaned.

"Are you trying to drown me down here?" Mitzi asked, her voice muffled by Shari's twat, and obviously Shari's wetness as well.

"What about the bra?" I asked.

"I got a deal on them," Shari grinned. I got lots."

I pulled out my knife. Shari saw it.

"Oh, shit, yes, Paul," she said.

I pulled the bra away from her soft tits and cut the front of the cup, the almost pointed end, off, leaving a ragged hole.

Then I let it fall back into place, with Shari's nipple obscenely exposed.

I did the same to the other side, then began to lick and suck Shari's nipples, where they protruded from her ruined bra.

Shari got that guttural moan that means she's really getting turned on. Shari arched as she came again.

"Son of a bitch!" Mitzi said, crawling out from under Shari. Her face and hair were dripping wet.

"A little wet is sexy," Mitzi said, "but I feel like I'm deep sea diving down there!"

Well, so much for sexy. We all laughed and giggled (well, I try to chuckle) and pointed at each other: Shari's exposed nipples and Mitzi's soaked (and very sexy) face and hair.

Yeah, sex is fun, and often funny. We just took a break from the hot part and laughed at the humor in it.

Shari made us drinks and Mitzi went in to wash her face.

"She's cute, isn't she?" Shari asked as I sat with her on the bed.

"Yeah, she's great," I said.

"You think Tawny will like her?" she asked.

God. I hadn't even thought of that. I guess I grinned, because Shari laughed.

"Yeah, I think of the two of them too," Shari said. I guess I just like seeing lots of people fuck."

I nodded. After last weekend, it seemed to just be expanding. I looked at Shari, uncertainly.

Share looked at me, dead serious.

"I want this, Paul," Shari said. "I really do. I know you're having a great time fucking other women and trying really kinky things. So am I. I want to be fucked by three men at once, like Tawny. I want to be gang-banged. I never thought I would realize any of my fantasies, but thanks to you I have."

Shari leaned over and kissed me, gently and sweetly. It's easy to forget she's just a girl sometimes.

Shari took my face in her hands and looked deep into my eyes with hers.

"I want to go with this, Paul," she told me. "I want you to go with me. No limits, no regrets. We'll see where this path leads. I want to try everything I ever imagined, and then some."

I nodded. Sometimes I got the idea this was my game, my fun, but Shari was both the instigator and the driving force.

I was just enjoying the consequences.

"I'm having a wonderful time, Shari," I said. "I don't mind trying a whole lot more."

She nodded and looked at me, her eyes bright.

"I want a fuck partner, a lover and a friend. You're all of those things. I just don't want to lose you because you start feeling guilty because you find girls like Mitzi sexy. I think she's sexy too. I love the fact she's slender and small breasted and virgin. I love that you will be her first, and I can watch and even help."

I nodded.

"I'm not jealous, Paul," Shari went on. "Fuck her, play with her. Mitzi's fresh, so you pay more attention to her. I understand that."

Shari sighed and looked down as she ran her finger along the side of her glass.

"I realized when I yelled at you two and you reacted so strongly, that far too often you seem uncertain or hesitant,"

Shari said, looking down at her drink. "I think you worry about hurting me."

"I don't want you to feel left out," I said.

Shari looked at me with surprising intensity.

"Isn't that my job, Paul? Shouldn't I decide if I want to be a part or just sit back and enjoy the man I love having a wonderful, wild fuck with another woman?"

I sighed. Naturally, I hadn't thought of that. I just assumed that when Shari held back, it was because she didn't want to get in the way, or be a bother.

I never thought maybe she just wanted to watch.

"I'll try to just enjoy, Shari," I said. "I just never want you to feel ignored or unwanted."

Shari smiled and kissed me, more passionately this time.

"After things like this morning, I'll never feel unwanted," she whispered. "I took a dump in my pants and you helped me have fun. That's one of my most secret, dark fantasies. And this morning, I really lived it."

I nodded. I have to remember, even as I write this, that I'm not the only person involved here.

The bathroom door opened and Mitzi came back in, her face washed and her makeup reapplied.

We lay on the bed, eating chips and dips, drinking bourbon and passing around the bong. It was a regular love in.

"All we need now is the rock music and the mud, and we'd have Woodstock," I said.

"Music is easy," Shari said. "Mud would be cool, but we don't have any."

Mitzi looked up, interested.

"My dad had movies of women mud-wrestling, with their clothes on. At least, they did at first."

"Did you like them?" Shari asked, her eyes bright.

Mitzi grinned.

"Yeah," she admitted. "There was one big boobed girl, and she got all muddy and you could see her tits, with the nipples all big and hard, through her clothes. She was swearing and yelling and it was really sexy."

"We could find some mud," Shari said.

"Chocolate?" I offered.

"Refried beans works," Mitzi offered. "I saw two girls in school have a cat-fight, and one pushed a whole Mexican dinner down the other's blouse. It was really twisted and sexy."

"A Mexican dinner?" Shari asked. "Were they Hispanic?"

Mitzi laughed.

"No, it was a picnic. One girl had tamales and refried beans, and she held the other girl down and shoved the whole plate down her top. The guys were going crazy."

"I can imagine," Shari said, her eyes very bright now. "I would have loved to see that."

"I've been thinking about that a lot," Mitzi admitted. "Ever since you brought up wet and messy."

"We could put on cute little white panties and bra's, and then smear each other with refried beans," Shari said.

Or honey," I suggested.

"We have a little plastic bear of honey you could put in the Micro," Shari suggested.

I looked at Mitzi, who looked very interested. I nodded.

"I'll be back," I said in my best Terminator accent.

When I got back, Shari and Mitzi were on the bed, kissing. Both had on regular cotton panties. Shari's bra was one of her big, uplift things, which looked really sexy.

Mitzi had on a simple sport bra, just soft white fabric over her little tits.

I slipped out of my clothes quickly, just leaving on my own underwear, and crawled into the bed.

I held the honey bear over Shari's big tits and squeaked.

Shari moaned.

"Shit!" she groaned. "That is so fucking hot and sexy!"

The honey began to run over her breasts. Mitzi surprised me by leaning over and licking it.

"Mmmmmmm," Mitzi moaned.

I put the honey bottle to the crotch of her panties and squeezed. Mitzi moaned and spread her legs, letting the honey pour over her panties, right over her pussy. She slid her fingers down and began to rub it, and her pussy beneath.

I bent down and tasted her, the sweetness of the honey, the taste of her cotton panties, and the musky, salt taste of her rising excitement.

I felt the bottle being taken from me and then the feeling of the very warm honey pouring on the head of my cock.

Then Shari's tongue was licking me.

We ended up in a daisy chain, me at Mitzi's pussy, Mitzi eating Shari, while Shari sucked me off. Then Shari moved and had Mitzi go down on me, showing her what do do.

By now I had pulled aside Mitzi's panties and was sucking her damp little pussy, and very gently finger fucking her. She moaned and seemed uncomfortable at first, but soon she was writhing with pleasure and getting the dank musk of excitement in her pussy.

Mitzi made a little scream of pleasure as she came off, dampening my fingers with her come.

Shari was helping us both, and frigging herself as she watched. Seeing Shari, her big breasts exposed, and her panties getting soaked as she played with herself, faster and harder, was so sexy.

Mitzi was doing a great job on my cock, and I started tightening and groaning. She sucked me way deep in her mouth and I came off, really hard, gasping at the spasm that slammed through me.

I felt my come in her mouth, and then it was running back down over my cock, making we wet with my own come.

Shari sprayed as she came, wetting the bed where she sat, and moaning. I knew that turned her on, being soaked by her own excitement.

WE had to remake the bed, but that was fine. I'm getting really good at it.

Then we put away the grass and all. We really hadn't used much, which was fine. We'd found other fun things to do.

We showered and got into the fresh bed naked. We just kissed and fondled and touched until we were all hot again, then I had sex with Shari, while Mitzi watched and touched us. It was cool, and Mitzi was so hot by the time we finished that Shari and I took turns on her, making her come off with our hands and mouths and tongues.

I thought about deflowering her, but didn't. I guess it just didn't seem the time was right.

Which was just as well, since Mitzi's deflowering was the most amazing experience. With two other guys there it was very different, as you might imagine.

But that didn't happen until the next day.