Hans' Bedtime Story for Kelly 3 Well I certainly did miss you. Something of a torture thinking about the four of you all alone up in that cabin, and what possibilities there might there have been for a young eager male (namely me!). I must admit that the first night you were gone I entertained myself with what might have been. Okay, if you insist; here's what I had in mind. (Might come in handy in the future? I could only hope to be so lucky.) Well, first there was the delightful thought of April, Jenni, and oh-so-beautiful Gretchen going at each other in front of a nice warm fire. Where did we fit in, you ask? Why, over on the sofa, enjoying the little show. Of course we were naked, silly, you don't think we were at the opera or something, do you? While the three of them had their hands and tongues everywhere at each other, we were gently helping each other out, me with one hand lightly stroking my cock together with one of yours, and the other with yours in the folds of your wet pussy. Some whispering play-by-play was also in order, as in "doesn't Jenni just have the most lickable little cunt you've ever seen" (that was you, and April certainly seemed to agree, the way her long tongue was dancing along Jenni's glistening snatch), and "God, how I'd like to come between all those beautiful firm tits" (this while Gretchen gave them her devoted attention). We're going slow with each other, just on the edge. But when it gets too much, we let each other take over; my dick spews hot milky come all over your caressing hands while my fingers bring you to a slow but powerful orgasm. This is of course making me incredibly hard, just like it did while I was thinking it up; and I see you've already got your hands in your panties. Off with the clothes and into bed! Well, it didn't end there; the girls were pretty much oblivious to us (though we did get an occasional smile!), and they kept on going. Jenni and April were by now in a sixty-nine, with April on top and her firm little ass pointed for us to marvel. Gretchen nuzzled up to share April's sweet pussy with Jenni, and now it was the sight of her tushie and her beautiful cunt (and of those two tongues mingling in April's muff) that were bringing my cock back to attention. "Come on," you insisted, "Gretchen wants that big dick of your in her dripping pink hole." And so I was down on my knees behind her, you giving her pussy a quick rub, then guiding my cock inside her. As I pumped away inside her, blissfully, you cuddle up behind me, kissing my neck and kneading my cock from behind. And that's about when I couldn't hold it back, spewing gobs of come into the sheets, while the four of you were quite innocently settling into your weekend. I know it didn't happen that way, but it's a nice image, isn't it? It's seems to have captured your imagination. You want some help? You keep rubbing your clit, and I'll work around it, give you that little extra. Mmmmm, I love the feel of your wet pussy lips. Here about a little tickling at the top of your thighs? Oh, it feels so good, doesn't it Kelly, keep going, you're totally relaxed. What's that? . . . I'd love to have a closer look. Oh, Kelly, what a pretty sight, your fingers working in and out, all around your sweet cunt, your beautiful silky pink flower of a pussy. No, I'm only going to kiss it once you start to come. Yes, keep going, come Kelly come, oh it feels good, Kelly come, come, ohhh, come now, yes, yes; ohhh, that tastes sooo good, keep cumming on my face Kelly, mmmmm. . . That felt good, didn't it? Feeling sorry for me, left all alone to take care of myself, even with such good material for little fantasies? Well, not to worry. Completely by coincidence, I came home the following day to a message on the machine from my old girlfriend Laura. You know, the lithe Minnesotan I was in graduate school with--I must have told you about her before. Anyway, she was in town for a conference for the weekend, and was wondering if I was free for dinner. Well sure, nothing more pleasant than seeing an old girlfriend, especially while your present one is out of town. What do I mean? I think you know (yes, about old girlfriends). They *are* the best fucks. All the advantages of familiarity, but with the excitement of something missed. Of course, there's always the "if" question as well, which only adds to the excitement. They might have now how a serious boyfriend, and too many qualms, but there do always seem to be fewer qualms about doing it with an old boyfriend than with somebody else. It doesn't really count, does it? And Laura and I did have some history. Graduate school was a great time for sex. No real responsibilities, no real inhibitions. We spent many afternoons just sucking and fucking. Laura was quite a bronco; she could come forever, and when you can come forever, why not just keep going? There was quite a naughty young lady behind that Lutheran farm girl facade. She not only taught me how to rub a pussy just right (you are the beneficiary!), she also introduced me to vibrators and dildos. We watched more than a few soft-porn flicks; I'll never forget fucking her from behind while we watched to delicious starlets eat each other out, with Laura moaning about how much she'd like to be licking their pussies, too. All this used to drive my roommates crazy, me getting this fantastic piece of ass day after day in every which way. But back to the present. Laura said she'd come by, wanting to see my new place and all that. And there she was, just as beautiful as before, and now a SoHo brand academic, something of a little starlet in her field, in a tailored black zipper jacket and thick-soled squared shoes and three-hundred dollar glasses, but still with that fine long blond hair. A little look around, a little Campari and soda on the sofa, a little shop talk, but with an intensity that suggested this wasn't going to be all business. And in fact it didn't take long for an intense opening kiss (reaching for an olive). We were off to the races, tugging at each other's clothes while we sack-raced it to the bedroom. Just like coming back to a place you've long missed. There were those incredibly pert grapefruit-sized breasts of hers, in a push-up lacy black bra. My hand was down her panties in no time, there was that little nub of a clit, those little lips, but oh they were wet; and she was on to my hard cock in a way that also suggested a pretty strong nostalgia. Everything was soon off. What a marvelous bod. I had spent many a stroking session reminiscing about getting entwined in that long taut figure of hers (yes, old girlfriends are best for that, too). Here it was again, just like old times. And we both knew where things were heading, at least for starters. After some serious petting and drippy tongue curling, I turned around and perched above her, my knees at her head, my head at her bent-up knees. There I hovered, tickling her spread thighs, working down to that luscious little cunt, so nakedly inviting, while Laura fingered my cock from below, straining her head up for a few slow lubricating licks. When I knew neither of us could stand the tease much longer, I dove my head into her pussy and brought my cock down between her breasts. Our own little modified sixty-nine. This way I could eat her pussy good, plunging my tongue in deeply, her legs pinned behind my arms, while thrusting hard against her chest. A way to get completely lost in lust. I loved lapping up her cunt; I loved spewing a lot of jism all over her tummy as we came hard together. Kelly? Oh I was going to tell you about the rest of the evening but I see you're not going to last that long, and I probably wouldn't either. You are sooo sexy, with you ass wagging up in the air, your head down on the pillow, your hand buried in your muff; but I'm not going to let you do it yourself this time around. The sixty-nine we'll save for later; I've been wanting to fuck you from behind for a while now. Oh, yes, what a beautiful sight, what a lovely come-inspiring bottom you have. I just have to put it in, fast. Oh let me pull your hips back to my cock, oh what a hot, cool, silky wet snatch, oh it feels so good wrapped around my cock. I'm pushing harder, faster, harder, harder, oh Kelly, come, Kelly, come, oh I'm about to come, I'm about to shoot that come deep inside you, oh Kelly, come, yes. . . . oh yes. . . . yes. . . oh, Kelly, oh that was good. Yes I promise you can be an old girlfriend *any* time with me.