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“Bitch.” Michelle heard one of her coworkers whisper as she sauntered past a cubicle on the way to her corner office. “Their just jealous,” She told herself as she kept her head held high with pride because she had been the only one to get a promotion and sizable raise that year.

A hateful glare emerged across her face when she saw Jason hanging Christmas decorations on the wall. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t speak to her. No matter how mean she was to him, he never took the hint when she was openly rude to him. She had done everything short of spelling it out to him that she had absolutely no interest in being friends with him or anyone else for that fact.

After the death of Michelle’s husband she had grown into a cold-hearted calculating person. Not only was she totally unsociable at work, she had also distanced herself from family and friends. She knew deep down inside that it was her ruthlessness that had made it possible for her to climb so high up the corporate ladder since she had become a widow at the young age of 28.

Now, ten years later. She had succeeded in making everyone who knew her cringe when they saw her coming, with the exception of Jason. As she passed by him, he smiled and said good morning. Ignoring him as she stopped to unlock her office door, she turned and made eye contact.

Although she wouldn’t admit it to herself, much less him, she thought he was very handsome. At one point in her life, his dark hair and the gaze of his smoldering eyes might have tempted her to act upon the lustful feelings hid deep inside her. Just as his lips parted like he might speak again, she stepped into her office and promptly shut the door.

A smug smile crossed her face as she looked at the memo from her boss which had a long list of people who she was to fire that day. She giggled at the thought of getting to piss so many people off with the Christmas Holidays around the corner. Normally it was not her job to terminate her coworkers but with some persuasion her boss had decided to give her the task.

She touched up her make-up and smoothed down her long brown mane of hair before calling the first person on the termination list. Much to her pleasure, it happened to be the woman who had called her a bitch earlier. It took her less than an hour to inform twenty five people that they were to clean out their desks by 5 p.m. Through each conversation she kept a bright smile on her face, obviously getting off from the misery she was causing.

Soon after the last person left her office, she locked the door then sat down in the corner chair to gratify herself. She slid her hands up her skirt and dipped them into her panties, twirling them quickly against her sopping wet clit. With each firing she had grown hotter, as the sorrow she caused ruined many people’s holiday plans. As her climax grew stronger, she began to bounce up and down in the chair, enjoying the sensation as her breasts jiggled against the fabric of her shirt. She moaned loudly as her juices coated her hand.

As pulsating waves of pleasure continued to shoot through her body, she lifted her fingers to her mouth, licking the juices from each of them, just as she would have if she had been sucking on a man’s hard staff. After she was finished, she used paper towels to blot dry the chair she had been sitting in, then she went back to pecking at the keyboard to keep herself busy until time to go home.

The rest of the day went smoothly as could be expected. Just as she was about to leave her office, she heard that familiar chime from her computer, indicating that she had new e-mail. She frowned in puzzlement as she opened the email. It had been sent from an e-mail address she didn’t recognize. It was simple and to the point with only one sentence:

With Every Breath I Take, My Love for You Blossoms.

Her first reaction was to laugh but then she began to wonder who would send her such an email. She stared at the screen for several moments, wondering who sent it. She thought about replying to it then decided it was probably just a prank so she deleted it before shutting off the monitor and hurrying out of the office. She had to get to the mall before it closed because she had to buy a Christmas gift for the office party on December 23rd.

Normally she did not exchange gifts with anyone, but it was expected that she participate in the gift exchange. She told herself that she was only doing it to make the boss happy. As luck would have it, she had gotten stuck with Jason’s name. She planned to get him the first crappy present she came across but when she was browsing through the men’s department, she spotted a sweater that was the exact deep blue shade of his eyes.

While she stared at it, she asked herself why in the world she even cared what color his eyes were enough to remember the exact shade. She flicked the price tag with her finger, noticing that it cost twice as much as she was supposed to spend. With a quick shrug of her shoulders, she grabbed the sweater and tossed it onto the sales counter. After paying for the purchase, she paced back and forth impatiently as the clerk hurried to gift wrap it.

She felt a throbbing migraine starting behind her eyes as she walked out of the store, passing the bell ringer that was gathering cash donations for Christmas. Letting out an annoyed sigh, she mumbled, “Bah-Humbug.” Before her husband had died, she loved the holidays. Every Christmas they had gone to the mountains for a romantic day.

Memories of that last holiday with him began to floor her mind as she fumbled with her keys, trying to start her car. She remembered the details of the accident like it had just happened yesterday. At her insistence they had left late on Christmas Eve to drive to their cabin in Vermont instead of waiting until morning. The roads were slick with black ice and snow but she had been so excited for some time alone with him, that she didn’t want to wait.

It was almost three a.m. when they turned onto the winding road that led to their secluded cabin. The car fishtailed as the tires lost their grip on the road. The vehicle had spun out of control, veering off the side of the road, rolling three times before settling right side up part way down a very steep slope.

Michelle’s head had bashed against the window, knocking her out. When she came to sometime later, she called out to her husband. A sharp pain shot through her head as she turned to look at him. It was so dark that all she could see was his silhouette slumped over the steering wheel. She tried to shake him but he did not budge so she squirmed her way out of her seatbelt which was jammed.

She fumbled with the switches on the dashboard until she found the one that turned the interior light on which lit up his blood covered face just enough to see his lifeless eyes staring toward her. Her scream filled the car and echoed through the canyon as she bucked and kicked at the door, trying to get out. Finally, she gave up and crawled through the broken window, cutting her hands in the process.

She landed in a pile of snow with a hard thud. Sweat dripped down her forehead, blinding her. As she used her fingers to wipe it away, she saw that it was blood. Not having anything else to stop the bleeding, she reached under her shirt and removed her bra which she tied around her head before trying to climb up the slippery slope to the road.

Her feet slid out from under her several times as she worked her way upward. Each time she fell on her face in the snow, she pushed herself back up onto her feet with her throbbing hands. Every breath she took stung her lungs as she sobbed hysterically. When she finally reached the side of the road she fell to her knees with her bosom heaving wildly as she gasped for air.

She reached into her pocket for her cell phone before remembering that she had tucked it into her purse which was in the car. Feeling faint from the thin mountain air, she swooned as everything around her began to spin. She passed out and crumpled against the icy ground, laying mere inches from the deadly drop-off at the side of the road.

Bright lights, cold wind and voices filled her head as she lay there slowly freezing to death. She wondered if her life was passing before her eyes as she dreamed that she heard her father’s voice. He was telling her that everything would be okay, just like he did before he died of cancer when she was eight years old.

Michelle let out a sigh of relief when she felt him scoop her into his arms and carry her to safety. Her teeth chattered wildly as he tucked her into bed. She thought that she heard her mother talking from the next room as a warm feeling came over her as she dosed off. When she woke up, she felt very confused after calling out for her father only to see a nurse standing over her.

Tears filled her eyes as she realized it had only been a dream. Reality was that her parents were dead and so was her husband. She rolled onto her side as silent tears poured from her eyes. The nurse squeezed her hand and asked if there was someone she could call for her. Shaking her head no, she closed her eyes, wishing the horrid situation would go away.

When she opened them again a couple hours later, she was surprised to see her in-laws standing in the doorway talking to the doctor. A sick feeling came over her as she listened to their conversation about her beloved dieing in the accident. Her sobs caught the attention of her mother-in-law. She leaned over the bed and gave Michelle a hug. Although they had never gotten along in the past, at that moment they were able to set their differences aside long enough to give each other some comfort.

It was a week before she was released from the hospital. During that time, she had asked her brothers to move her belonging out of her house so she could put in on the market. After much arguing they gave in and told her that they would do as she wished. Less then two weeks after the accident, Michelle moved to California, telling herself that the distance would heal her pain.

Of course it did not and she turned her grief into bitterness. Two months later she received a check from her bank back home with a letter, stating that the house had sold. Relief set in as she realized she would never have to see that house again. As far as she was concerned, that part of her life was over and never intended to look back. She had not seen her family since the day she moved away even though somewhere under all her pain, she loved them dearly.

At times she caught herself daydreaming and wondering about her brothers. She wondered if they still had all her stuff. When she left she had told them to burn it for all she cared. She did not even have a single photo of her deceased husband or her family. Letting out a deep sigh, she blinked her eyes and realized she was still sitting in the mall parking lot.

Catching a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she cringed when she saw that her face was streaked with mascara. Somehow she had let her guard down, crying for the first time in years. She took a deep breath and slammed the car into reverse, backing out without even looking for oncoming traffic. By the time she got home, she had regained her composure, once again locking all her feelings away.

She tried to watch TV while nibbling on her dinner but there was nothing on but Christmas movies and specials which did nothing to help the dark cloud looming in her heart. Once again, she found her mind wandering to memories of her brothers as she watched the happy families celebrating on the screen. “Why don’t you call them?” A voice sounded in her mind.

“I don’t need them.” Michelle unconsciously mumbled.

The clock chimed, reminding her that she needed to go to bed so she dismissed any thoughts of her family before shutting off the lights and television. She slept restlessly that night, having strange dreams until the alarm clock woke her. As she sat up to shut it off, her heart was pounding. While showering, she tried to analyze her dreams but her mind seemed to go blank.

She spent most of the morning locked in her office, ignoring everyone. The sounds of laughter and Christmas music penetrated her mind. “If only I could sneak out and go home.” She muttered as she grabbed Jason’s Christmas present and headed to the party that afternoon. As she laid his gift on the table with all the others, she noticed two with her name on it. Wrinkling her brow in curiosity, she looked around, wondering why anyone got her a gift.

At her request, she had personnel remove her name from the gift list. Michelle shrugged her shoulders and walked over to the snack table to get a cup of juice. She tried to ignore the stares she received, knowing that the bags under her eyes from the lack of good sleep made her look ten years older.

“May I have the honor?” A male voice responded behind her, causing her to jump.

She turned and saw Jason standing there with a big smile on his face. He was looking at the ceiling above her head. As she looked up, her stomach fluttered nervously when she saw that there was mistletoe hanging above her head. She opened her mouth to tell him to leave her alone, when she spotted her boss across the room, watching her. Not wanting to cause a scene that might hurt her career, she nodded her head in approval.

The room grew quiet when Jason stepped closer to her, leaning down to give her a soft kiss on the lips. Her breath caught as his warm mouth seemed to melt against hers. The last man to kiss her gently like that was her husband. Long forgotten feelings seemed to awaken inside her as she returned the kiss. Time seemed to stand still as tingles soared through her body.

The electrical sensations literally took her breath away as their lips parted. She felt her cheeks growing red as Jason lingered close just long enough for her to see the lust in his eyes. In spite of his youth, he recognized the yearning he saw in hers. As the conversation in the room gradually grew loud again, he smiled again and said,

“Thank you, Michelle. I hope you have a Merry Christmas.”

“Bah-Humbug.” She mumbled.

Turning away from him, in an attempt to hide her tears, she bit her lip and took a deep breath before walking away. He watched her cross the room, admiring the way she glided with such confidence. Their co-workers had teased him many times for the way he longed for her even though she was so cold toward him. He didn’t care, it just made him want her more.

Michelle hid in the corner until it was time for the gift exchange. She peeked around the Christmas tree, watching Jason as he opened his present. Even though she had not told him that she drew his name, he seemed to know as his eyes lifted from the sweater and locked onto her. She was vaguely aware of someone handing her two gifts as she stared at Jason.

His eyes twinkled as she let out a sigh and started to open the first one. She heard several snickers nearby when her shaking hands caused her to drop the package, spilling its contents on the floor. She quickly scooped them up, before realizing it was a gag gift. Everyone’s eyes seemed to bore holes through her as she stood there feeling dumbfounded with what was obviously a vibrator in her hand.

She lifted her eyes to Jason again, noting that he was the only one who was not laughing at her. Feeling humiliated, she ran from the room, stopping when a male voice yelled out,

“I hope she has a truck load of batteries. She will probably wear that thing out by the end of the day.”

“Maybe it will cure her bitchiness.” Someone else chimed in.

Anger flashed in her eyes as she looked at everyone laughing at her expense. When she spotted her boss, joining in on the laughter, she stomped down the hallway to her office, slamming the door behind her. She sat at her desk with her face buried in her hands, sobbing loudly until she was startled by her inbox chiming. Lifting her head, she slowly lowered her hands, leaving red streaks on her cheeks.

She saw it was another email from the prankster. Since she was pissed off she decided to open it and respond to tell them off. When she saw what the email said, she changed her mind:

Those people are blind. They only see what they want to see. Every time I close my eyes, I see your beautiful image walking toward me. When I reach out to take your hand in mine, to pull you close, you vanish before I can touch you. I know it is an impossible dream but I hope to be loved by you someday, as I love you. Merry Christmas.

Knowing that Jason was the only person at the party who did not laugh at her, made her wonder if it was him who sent the email to her. She peeked out her office doorway, trying to spot him in the room at the end of the hall. There were too many people in the room for her to get a good look so she shut the door and went back to her desk.

She picked up the gag gift and dropped it into the trash then picked up the other package. As she started to throw it away, instinct told her to open it, even if it was probably a joke gift too. A gasp of surprise came from her throat when she saw that it was a necklace with a heart shaped locket on it. After opening the locket, she saw that it was inscribed. Tipping it toward the window for better lighting, she read the words etched on it,

May our hearts be joined by love

“Wow.” She said in a voice barely louder than a whisper.

A knock at her door, startled her, causing her to drop the locket on the floor. As she bent down to scoop it up off the floor, she caught a glimpse of the door opening and two feet stepping into her office. She lifted her head slowly, already knowing who it was when she remembered what shoes Jason had been wearing.

“Are you okay?” He asked as he pushed the door shut behind him and walked around her desk.

Unable to speak, she merely nodded her head as he lifted a finger to her face, wiping away her smeared makeup. When she lowered her gaze to her lap, he looked down and saw the necklace in her hand. With the gentleness of a breeze, he took it from her and stepped behind her. She sat motionless, allowing him to brush her hair to the side as he slipped the chain around her neck.

His soft breath tickled her skin as he hovered over her, fumbling with the clasp. She silently prayed that he would hurry up as she felt herself becoming aroused by his touch. When he finally got the necklace to hook, he turned her chair so that she was facing him. As she lifted her dark eyes to meet his, he smiled and said,

“Somebody must really like you to give you something that nice, although its beauty does not come close to comparing to yours.”

A slight smile threatened to arise as her lips quivered with mixed emotions before she spoke, “Yes, I think somebody must like me.”

He laughed, pointed at his sweater, which he had pulled on over his shirt and said, “Maybe we all have our secret admirers.”

Trying not to open herself up to him to much, because of fear that he could see straight through her, she said, “Possibly. I had to buy that old Mrs. Appleman in reception a gift for the exchange.”

She averted her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t see that she was lying. When she did, she saw that she had left the open email on her monitor screen. He looked embarrassed when she caught him reading it. Feeling more curious then ever, she asked,

“Who would send me an email like that?”

He leaned closer, peering at the screen momentarily before looking her in the eye, then he said, “Obviously a very smart man. Merry Christmas, Michelle.”

Knowing how she would respond, he mimicked her words as she said them, “Bah-Humbug.”

She couldn’t help but laugh when he said, “I hope the three Christmas ghosts don’t visit you tonight, Ms Scrooge.”

He glanced at his watch and excused himself, saying he had to go shut down all the computer systems before catching a flight out of town for the holidays. When he opened the door, she stopped him by saying,

“First things first,” she said finally, “We both need a shower. And though I am sure your cock is all nice and clean after the little bath I gave it…the rest of us aren’t. So your first lessons here is, some body odor’s aren’t sexy!”

We both hastily removed what remained of our clothing. Stepping into the hot steamy shower, we once again soaped each other thoroughly. I quickly applied a generous helping of liquid soap to Katie’s breasts, using the slick lubricant, my hands slid over and around her fleshy boobs. The sensation of her soft skin filling my hands, the way my palms slid over her erect nipples, all slippery and soft, the feel of her legs and ass as I explored her and touched her, washing, soaping, caressing every square inch of her was intoxicating.

Even as I soaped and played with her, she also soaped and played with me, cupping one another’s ass, soaping them, and as I felt her finger enter me, so did mine explore and enter her.

The lewdness in which we stood, touched, exploring one another was exhilarating. It was like stepping outside of myself to watch us touching one another. Hands groping, urgent, needy, fingers dipping inside her sex, fingering her wet slit all slippery and soft and heated. Her hand’s slipping up and down my prick’s skin, pulling it up as though trying to stretch it over the head of my cock, one hand caressing my ball-sack, sometimes her finger again fucking in and out of my ass while my own fingers alternated back and forth between her own openings. Soap and suds covered us, lathered us, but still the squishy sounds of our own juices as we produced them added to the passionate erotic sounds of our shower play.

“Do you want to fuck me now?” She questioned.

Sure…I’d heard that word several times. Said it often enough myself when I was screwing around with my buddies. But hearing it said like that…it was the most beautiful sounding word I had ever heard.

“Yes,” I said weakly with a slight squeak.

“Yes what?” She teased.

“Yes, I want to, make love to you.”

“Make love? No, not yet. You will make love to another woman someday. And then you may call it that. So…do you want to fuck me now?”

“Yes.” I attempted once again.

“Yes what?”

“Yes Katie. I want to fuck you!”

We rinsed one another off, still a part of the foreplay we’d been enjoying together, and then stepping out of the shower, headed off into her bedroom without even bothering to towel off.

Katie stripped down the comforter, clean crisp white sheets appearing, and she lay down on the bed, brazenly spreading her legs where I got the first really good look at her womanhood. Unabashedly, reaching down, I watched her as she spread her pussy lips a part for me.

“This,” she began. “Is my vagina. These…” As she spread her legs even further a part, now pulling on her rose colored pussy lips, “are my labia, inner, as well as outer,” she said pointing them out to me as she pulled them a part and toyed with them at the same time.

“And this, this is my clitoris. This is for a woman a very highly sensitive organ, sometimes you can touch it directly, sometimes, it is far too sensitive, so you may only touch or caress it indirectly. If you listen to a woman, learn her movements, her signs, what she needs and when she needs it to be touched, you will learn her most intimate secrets. Remember that!”

“Now, come here to me.”

I wasn’t totally naïve, I had read a few books, seen several X-rated photos in fact, so I wasn’t totally unaware of how things worked, and what was supposed to happen when they did. I immediately climbed onto the bed, grasping my cock and aiming it at her like a flaming sword about to slice through some magical barrier. Which for me in some ways it was.

Katie saw what I was attempting to do and immediately closed her legs together, barring me from even approaching her any closer than I had done already.

“Oh Nicky, Nicky, Nicky. You can’t just climb on and fuck a girl, you must learn how to prime the pump first.”

I know I was looking at her with a deadpan expression on my face. I had no idea what she was talking about, obviously my total lack of experience was well in evidence here, and I had no clue as to what it was I should have done, or should be doing now for that matter.

“Guys and Gals are different in more ways than just the obvious ones,” she told me. “A man, a boy….” she said emphasizing the word, can easily get his rocks off with very little time and effort. But a woman isn’t emotionally built that way. A woman needs you to take your time with her, she needs you to tease her and please her over a longer, much longer period of time. Trust me on this one. You may want to jump on and fuck a girl almost immediately, and perhaps for you, you’ll actually enjoy it. But for her, for a woman anyway, she won’t. A man needs to stimulate her, excite her, pleasure her and get her to the point where she is ready to experience an orgasm, however that might be accomplished. But the secret is being patient, and in doing so, you will also find that your own pleasures will be enhanced, more intense, and far more satisfying as well.”

“So what do you want me to do then?” I honestly and sincerely asked her.

“Lesson number two,” she stated with a wide devilish smile on her face. “Something that’s called cunnilingus. And if you learn to do it right, and enjoy doing it, you will most likely find a woman to be far more receptive and willing to do similar things to you. Remember yesterday? When I put your cock inside my mouth and sucked it and licked it? Well that one’s called fellatio. What the woman does. And so what the man does to a woman is called,”

“Cunnilingus!” I exclaimed happily finishing her sentence.

“Yes!” Katie beamed clapping her hands together, rocking back with a laugh.

“Eating pussy,” I added trying to show her in the process I was at least somewhat knowledgeable of the subject

“Well yes, sometimes that’s how it’s referred to.”

“Licking slit,” I said continuing.

Katie laughed. “Ok enough! Enough lessons by the book. Now its time for the actual application of your continuing education.”

I was grinning.

“Come here and eat my pussy!”

“Eat it? Or lick it?” I said crawling over to lie down between her once again outstretched legs.

“Don’t worry. I’ll tell you which one to do, and when.”

I think in some ways, in some areas, there is a natural instinct borne in some of us to do something quite naturally with very little additional instruction. After only a short period of time, and although actually hearing Katie telling me to do this, or to do that, which was stimulating all by itself, I soon after began venturing out on my own. I delighted in the sensation as my tongue slid in and out of her pussy, circling and then sliding up and down her well lubricated labia both “inner” as well as “outer” lips as she’d informed me. I also visited…frequently her blood-engorged clitoris, which I had watched her expose with her fingers as she had pointed it out to me previously. I placed the very tip of my tongue against the pink shinny smooth surface, and with as light of a touch as I could manage, flicked the tip of it softly, slowly at first and then gradually increased the tempo as well as the pressure against it for a short period of time, again, at Katie’s welcomed instruction. Reaching up across her, I had found her breasts, so wonderfully and erotically heaving against her chest. Here I traced along her curvature, explored the soft tender portion of each which rested against her chest, caressed her, and then ventured on towards her nipples, treating each one as though it were another clitoris, a hard-nubbed clitoris sitting atop each “tit”, as she’d so provocatively called them. These, I touched, finger patted and sometimes rolled between two fingers, or squeezed gently whenever my mouth was doing likewise to the nipple-clit resting between her wet glistening slit.

“Oh Nicky!” She wailed and moaned softly. “You…are…a…fucking…natural!”

“Cunnilingilar?” I said, making up the word I thought might define for her what it was I was doing.

Katie burst out laughing, her legs coming together nearly locking my head in her vise-like grip. “Cunt licker. One very fast learning cunt eater!” she spoke brazenly.

“Hmmm pussy,” I mouthed into her cunt even as I licked her and sucked on her clitoris over and over again.

“Shut up and lick me.”

“Lick what?”

“My cunt. My pussy. My quim. Whatever you want to fucking call it. Just do it!”

“Lick it? Or eat it?” I continued.

But Katie simply groaned, pressing my head firmly against her soaked pussy, effectively shutting me up.

I had actually gotten Katie close to having an orgasm, but she made me stop, explaining that she wanted to prolong the excitement, which would eventually make her orgasm even stronger. She told me to still lay between her legs however, but now taught and told me how to explore her with my fingers. Putting one finger inside her, she told me how to move it, what it was I was feeling as I moved it around inside her. She told me how to insert two fingers and then “walk” them up inside her pressing against the front of her cunt like I was trying to reach her clitoris from the inside or “backdoor” as she called it.

Even doing this was exciting to me. There is something about a woman as I learned over the years who are comfortable using sensual or naughty words that is extremely exciting to me. And hearing Katie use them… speak them, all while I explored her and learned about her was an incredible experience.

I had also nearly brought her to climax with my fingers when she once again stopped me.

“I am ready for you to fuck me now,” she said finally. ” But I want to trade places with you so I can control the action.”

I quickly lay down on my back, watching as Katie moved over the top of me, posing herself and then sitting down on top of me. Even then she had not taken my cock and put it inside her as I had expected her to do.

“You tell me if you’re about to cum,” she told me. And then proceeded to rub herself up and down the length of my cock without putting it inside her. The sensation was delicious, too delicious, and within mere moments of her doing this, I felt that special “tingly” start to happen deep inside my balls.

“Katie,” I breathed. And she stopped moving herself against me, reaching down, squeezing my prick until the sensation went away. I reached up, attempting to fondle her large breasts, but she took my hands away.

“No. Not yet. If you do that, it won’t help with what I’m trying to do for you here.”

I didn’t totally understand what it was she was trying to do as yet, but reluctantly allowed my hands to fall by my side instead of touching her or playing with her in anyway, though I was of course dying to! Once again, I came fairly close to orgasm, and Katie stopped, squeezing my dick firmly until the sensation ebbed away.

“Now, you should be able to go a little longer this first time. Though I imagine not too long even then. But you’re young still,” she left off saying. And I still wasn’t fully cognoscente of what it was she was attempting to do here.

She did finally reach down and guide my cock into her. I was inside her before I even realized it, all slippery, warm and wonderful feeling. But she moved not even a fraction, as I lay buried deep inside her pussy. And to my surprise, not even moving I felt that sensation of exploding, just being inside her was such a heavenly sensation, that my prick wanted to explode right there and then. But Katie knew this too, without my even having to ask her, and quickly removed me from inside her, squeezing me once again.

She looked at me smiling, “That was close….”

I could only look back at her with apologetic eyes. I really had had no clue.

“It’s ok, we’re going to go slow, really, really slow. And if you do cum, don’t worry about it, we have lots of time!”

When I was once again calm enough, Katie easily captured me with her cunt, not even needing to use her hand. We were both so “slick” and “juicy” that I was once again inside her without even realizing it. But this time at least, that feeling wasn’t there already, and she moved up and down against me so slowly that I wasn’t aware at first that she was moving.

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. And she stopped fucking me.

“You gonna cum?” She questioned.

“Oh…no. It just feels so damn good! I can’t believe this!”

Katie went back to moving herself up and down my stiff prick. The velvety feel of her, the heat and moisture was beyond anything I could have been prepared for. Even the few times I’d used baby-oil, or had stood under the shower letting the water masturbate me could not have prepared me for the way my cock was feeling inside her cunt.

I don’t know why the “thought” suddenly came to me then either. “Katie, what if I cum inside you and…and…you get…”

“Pregnant?” She squealed, and burst out laughing, uncunting me in the process.

“I am way past the possibility of that happening. But you are right in one respect, we probably should have used a condom anyway, though since you are a virgin, or “were” she amended. “It would have been proper to use one for protection, and not for prevention of pregnancy. You probably will need to buy some in the future if you intend to become sexually active with any other women. Especially if you get involved with any other girls and ‘we’re’ still doing it too!” She emphasized seriously.

“I don’t have any other girlfriends,” I stated almost feeling embarrassed.

“Oh, but you will Nicky. Especially if you treat them right and practice everything I’m teaching you about women.

Katie recaptured me and perhaps the initial worry and concern had been enough to really take the edge off, as we soon moved together in unison. The sensation was not quite as intense as it had been, allowing me to more fully enjoy the sensation and pleasure of her as we “fucked” together. I did feel those pleasures increasing of course, but at least I wasn’t constantly on the verge of erupting inside her instantaneously either.

I did manage to last perhaps two or three minutes (that first time), and this time Katie made no attempt to stop anything from happening. If anything, she quickened the pace, driving herself fully on to me, obviously enjoying her own long nearly forgotten needs and desires. And this time when I reached upwards to fondle and caress her breasts, she allowed me to do so, and in fact encouraged it by placing her own hands atop mine and guiding my hands around her breasts at the same time.

She had been right about that point too. The moment I touched her, the eruption signaled itself as being just on the horizon, but again, Katie neither slowed, changed, nor did anything to stop it from happening.

“Oh Jeez Katie! Oh shit! Oh fuck!” I was pumping what felt like gallons of cum inside her pussy, and she continued to fuck me, thrusting her self deeply upon my discharging, rampaging organ.

“Let it go baby, let it go! Cum for me Nicky! Enjoy it, feel it…let it go!”

She didn’t need to coax me to do it; I was way beyond that point anyway. My cock felt like it was being peeled like a banana as I slid in and out of her. I actually wanted it to, thinking perhaps that she could tear my cock out by the root and I’d probably enjoy that sensation as well. What I was feeling was so intense, so extreme to me, that I could not have related it to any other previous orgasm I had ever experienced, though the quickie ‘blowjob’ I had received by Katie was a close second.

When there was finally no more to give, and when my cock actually did begin to deflate of its own accord, Katie slipped herself off of me and nestled down between my legs once again, gently and gingerly toying with my somewhat flaccid penis. She also caressed and stroked my balls, as though milking them and my cock from the last precious drops of whatever cock cream still remained there inside me.

She toyed and played with me like this for quite a long period of time. I was reasonably certain that I was ‘finished’ but again, Katie surprised me as after about twenty minutes, I was once again beginning to become aroused. When my penis actually began to harden, she then took it inside her mouth, in seconds I was as hard as a rock.

“This time, I will cum with you,” she knowingly said.

Unlike before however, this time Katie was the one to lie on her back, and as I entered her in the missionary position, I was in far more control than I’d been previously, and having already experienced the incredibly erotic sensations of the way her cunt felt around my cock, I wasn’t nearly as vulnerable to it as I had been that first time. She was still extremely wet too, and obviously very much aroused. As my cock slid in and out of her with slow purposeful thrusts, Katie again instructed me, cautioning me about going too fast, or doing too much. As she had said, “We have time Nicky, as much as we need.”

I was able to perform considerably better than I had the first time. And because of Katie’s own arousal level, she actually climaxed a split second just before I did. So we had in essence a simultaneous orgasm together.

“Now Nicky now!” She had cried out. And I felt her cunt clench tightly around my cock as I drove into her that split second afterwards, discharging my semen into her, holding it there, feeling my prick pumping its juice inside of her pussy as she in turn contracted around me. It was a strange sensation to me, feeling her cunt doing that, but I held it there momentarily, delighting in it, and then withdrawing slowly to plunge fiercely back inside her as I felt yet another ejaculate make its way up from my balls.

We both collapsed after that. Lying atop her, nuzzling her breasts and kissing them, my cock slowly shrinking inside her to the point that it eventually slipped out of her without my having pulled away. Katie seemed to have liked that, as I had. Only then did she get up and head into the bathroom to freshen up and relieve herself.

“Nick, there is something I need to tell you,” she began. And the alarm bells almost immediately started going off inside my head. Once again I was fearful that she was already having a remorseful reconsideration about our unplanned, unexpected relationship.

“You know I hadn’t planned on any of this happening. But now that it has, and now that I have come to grips with it, and accepted the way I feel about it with you, I think I should tell you that I hope we can continue to enjoy one another like this for a while longer anyway. That is of course, as long as you feel the same way,” she ventured.

Hearing her say that brought an overwhelming sense of relief to me. I wanted the same thing as well, and couldn’t imagine wanting to ever stop doing it for that matter. But there was a “however” coming too…and she was about to tell me what that was.

“However, something I hadn’t mentioned previously, because I didn’t consider it important enough to tell you, especially since I didn’t figure after today I would be seeing you anymore. And that is, my daughter and grand-daughter are coming for a visit this weekend, and will be here for a month staying with me.”

Hearing the news, I felt like a balloon that had just been popped. Suddenly, all the delicious fun we’d just had, and which I now hoped to continue having, seemed to be grinding to a cruel halt.

“Kathryn, my daughter, went through a divorce from her husband two month’s before my Steven died. Now that things are pretty much settled, she’s coming out here to give me a hand in getting rid of a few things, and settling some of the aspects of the estate. Plus, she needs a little time away as well, and coming out here along with my granddaughter will make a nice visit for them both. I guess my point is this Nicky, I have NO intention of not enjoying you whenever it’s possible for us to do so. But, and this is a BIG but for me. We will have to be extremely careful. So only when there is no chance, no possibility of us ever being discovered can we do anything. That means…while they are here, you will have to call me Mrs. Steel, and treat me no differently than you would your own mother. When we’re alone…you can call me anything you like. I don’t care. But unless we are…you mustn’t put me in any compromising situations? Ok?”

“You mean I can call you Mrs. Pussy then?” I teased her trying to lighten both the moment, as well as my own initial, unsubstantiated fears.

“When we’re alone together, you can call me Ms. Pussy…or even Ms. Cunt if you like.” She joked back at me. And then added once again seriously and cautioning, “But never ever if they are around us do you, or will you call me anything other than Mrs. Steel? Ok?”

“Ok,” I answered her back just as seriously, and as respectful of her wishes as I could say it.

Watching Katie as she strolled back and forth across the room in front of me naked felt like the most natural thing in the world to be doing. Even I now felt comfortable lying there on the bed just as naked, and once again, just as limp as a wet noodle, that was, until she sat down in the chair across from me and began to masturbate. “Whenever you’re ready Nicky darling,” she spoke. A short time later, I was.

#

As it was already Thursday however, that meant that we’d only have one day left to ourselves. Katie gave me a key to the backdoor, informing me that I was to come in first thing in the morning and wake her. She told me that she enjoyed sex in the morning more than any other time of the day.

I arrived much later in the morning than I had been doing of course. The last thing I wanted to do was actually go to work and get all sweaty and sticky. Impatiently, I waited until nearly 7:30, and then walked the short distance to Mrs. Steel’s home and let myself in through the back door. I wasn’t sure what to expect as I headed up stairs to her bedroom, but the door was open, and as I rounded the corner and looked in, she was lying atop her bed, nude, smiling at me.

We spent several hours in bed together, exploring and rediscovering all the things she’d taught me already, those and several more as well. By lunchtime we were both famished, and went out back to eat out on the patio. Neither of us wore any clothing, and it was certainly a daring thing to even be doing. But it was our last day when something like that could even be done, so we decided to throw caution to the wind (a little bit) and enjoy a peaceful afternoon out by the pool, and eventually in the pool, naked.

By mid afternoon, we decided that I should at least do “some” yard work, that way at least I wouldn’t have to lie to my mother about not having done something anyway. And though Katie hadn’t told me we wouldn’t have opportunity to be together after her daughter arrived, I also knew that whatever time we did have would never again equal these past few days. Going home that night, I felt melancholy, almost like when I had first moved here with my parents. A little sadness that things were once again going to change, and that there was very little I could do about it. There was one major thing however, Katie had given me an envelope with my first weeks pay in it, which meant I had a start towards the money I needed for my first car.

When I got home I raced upstairs to my bedroom and ripped open the envelope that Katie had given me. I was expecting no more than forty or fifty dollars at most, but what I found instead were ten crisp one hundred dollar bills. She’d also included a short note.

“Nicky…I remember you telling me you were saving up in order to afford to get a car. As we’ve already agreed, I said I would pay you one hundred dollars a week. So consider this advance on your salary sufficient to take you through most of the summer until you start school. We’ll get together and renegotiate your new contract after that. Happy car hunting!”

“Mrs. Steel”.

Stunned, I sat looking at all that money, more than enough for the car I had been looking at, but more importantly, by her having paid me in full for the summer, it meant that I would indeed be expected to return to her place to work off my debt. In a way, I liked the security of that, though I felt a little weird in accepting all this money at once. Still, it wasn’t a gift and I would be expected to earn “Every penny” of it as Katie had once told me.

I knew that Katie was picking up her daughter and granddaughter from the airport fairly early in the morning. Even so, I went over to her house fairly early myself, just in time to see her pulling out of the driveway. She stopped briefly long enough for me to run over to her window where I gave her a “morning” kiss…and told her I’d have most of the things I hadn’t gotten around to yesterday completed today for sure. She smiled longingly, and reminded me of our agreement. Once again the ‘feeling’ that things would certainly feel different from now on didn’t sit very well with me, but at least she wasn’t sending me away completely. We’d simply have to be careful and enjoy whatever time we did have together, if and when we did.

I soon after began working and had begun weeding the flower gardens out by the pool when the sounds of their arrival reached my ears. I had almost decided to call it a day and head home, not sure really if Katie even wanted me to be there, though she hadn’t said anything to me about it previously. Still, I was unsure if she would introduce me as her “gardener” or something, and that thought brought me up short, as I didn’t want to be looked at as the hired help, though in a way I certainly was.

I judged that they had been home for maybe ten or fifteen minutes, though no one had come outside. Nor did I really expect anyone to. I figured they’d all sit around visiting with Katie hardly having a thought about me working outside. Suddenly the backdoor opened and a young woman, long dark hair that fell way past her shoulders came out wearing a modest looking bikini, carrying a towel. When Katie had mentioned a granddaughter, I had pictured a little girl in pigtails for some reason, never asking, never wondering just how old this granddaughter of hers was.

She spotted me almost immediately. I was covered in dirt from weeding, and obviously streaks of it criss-crossed my face and nose as I had been continually wiping sweat from off my forehead and face all morning long. I knew I looked like quite a mess, and was now angry as well as a little embarrassed with myself for the way I looked. Even so I stood up to meet her as she approached.

“Hi!” She said warmly. “Nanna told me that I might find you out here,” she said. “She and mother are inside fixing some lunch, told me to come out and tell you to get washed up as it should be ready in a few minutes. Oh, by the way, my names Kathy.”

She extended her hand towards me, but I looked at my dirt-crusted hand, grimy fingers with more dirt beneath my nails than there was in the ground.

“Let me wash up first. I’d hate to shake hands with you at the moment as dirty as I am.”

“Suit yourself, a little dirt never hurt anyone Nanna always says.” Kathy turned around heading towards the swimming pool. I watched that luscious tight firm ass of hers move sensually beneath the skimpy suit she was wearing when suddenly it dawned on me.

“Nick!” I yelled out after her as she walked away. “Stupid idiot!” I said to myself realizing I had failed to give her my own name.

She turned, smiling at me and then winked. “Yes, I know,” she said softly.

Obviously Katie had said something to them about me, including what my name was. I was sure she had done so as then it wouldn’t appear to by any kind of unexpected surprise for them to have found me working there. But it had also accomplished something else for me as well. I didn’t feel like she was excluding me, or feeling uncomfortable about my being there. And that perked my spirits up immensely.

I washed off using the hose outside to get the worst of the dirt off before heading inside to finish up. Watching Kathy swimming around in the pool, I saw a considerable likeness in her face and features like a younger version of her grandmother. The thought that maybe Katie looked a lot like Kathy did when she was younger was a pleasantly interesting thought. And as attractive as she was, I immediately reminded myself that any thoughts towards Kathy in any way shape or form would be a very dangerous situation to even consider exploring. I would be nice, cordial, even friendly. But I made a promise to myself right then and there that I wouldn’t under any circumstances pursue anything with her.

I entered the kitchen and immediately spotted Katie, “Mrs. Steel” I reminded myself, as she was preparing a tray to bring outside for lunch. A quick glance around told me her daughter, Kathryn wasn’t anywhere nearby.

“Let me wash up, and then I’ll help you with that, Mrs. Steel,” I offered addressing her more formally.

Katie glanced towards the stairs down the hallway which told me her daughter was obviously upstairs in one of the bedrooms. “You don’t need to call me that when we’re alone,” she stated. “Kathryn’s getting changed and will come out and join us in a few minutes. I assume you met my granddaughter Kathy?”

I was careful to respond to her in such a way as to not sound as excited as I actually had been when I first met her.

“Yes, she came out and introduced herself to me. Told me that lunch would soon be ready so I thought I’d better hurry inside and get cleaned up.”

Katie gave me a curious look, but said nothing more and finished preparing the food tray.

“Well when your finished washing up, you can bring out the fresh pitcher of lemonade I just made. See you outside then.”

I stood at the sink washing off the rest of the dirt and looking at Katie through the kitchen window. Kathy was only then climbing out of the pool and heading over to help her set things out.

“You must be Nick.”

I jumped. I hadn’t heard Kathryn come down the stairs, nor into the kitchen as I’d stood washing my hands. I saw her look past me out the window.

“That’s my daughter, Kathy.”

Obviously she had assumed that I was staring out the window at her daughter, and only then realized that it must have appeared that way.

“Yes, we met a few moments ago, but my hands were dirty and I didn’t shake her hand, and forgot to tell her my name…”

I realized what I was beginning to sound like, and shut up almost immediately looking away from her and down at my feet. Only then did I realize my shoes were also dirty and that I had tracked mud in through the backdoor.

“Shit!”

“What?” Kathryn asked looking around.

Realizing I had just sworn in front of her, I felt stupid. “I’m sorry…I didn’t mean to cuss, I just realized I have tracked mud into Mrs. Steels kitchen.” I was at least aware to refer to her properly, though I had already made a fool of myself by cussing out loud.

“Oh, don’t worry about it. We’ll sweep up after lunch,” she said, immediately putting me at ease. “I used to track mud in all the time. But like mom’s always said…”

“A little dirt never hurt anyone!” We said together simultaneously. And then stood there laughing.

With all the commotion and such, I hadn’t really gotten a good look at Kathryn until now. She was wearing a bikini that was far more revealing than the one her daughter was wearing. Her breasts were nearly as large as Katie’s were, and a considerable amount of that tit flesh was exposed, peeking out of the tops of her near too small bikini. Though her hair was stylishly cut in a much shorter fashion than Katie’s and certainly her daughter’s. It was just as dark in color with only a few strands of silver streaks showing through in the morning sunlight. She was a very attractive looking woman and I couldn’t begin to imagine the fool who had divorced her.

Soon after I carried out the pitcher of lemonade and Kathryn followed me with the glasses. We immediately joined Katie and Kathy at the table, and as lunch progressed, I became more and more comfortable. No one treated me as I had feared, and if anything, I almost felt like a welcome member of the family. We laughed, joked, Katie shared experiences of Kathryn’s growing up, and then Kathryn shared similar ones of Kathy’s earlier escapades which I soon saw was embarrassing her tremendously. And I loved it.

After lunch, and after I had gone back inside to clean up my own mess, Katie informed me that she and Kathryn were heading off to the grocery store to pick up a few things. Though Kathy had been invited to go along, she declined and opted to stay and continue swimming. Katie told me I could go ahead and knock off for the day, adding I was welcome to run home and grab a suit in order to swim in the pool as well. Her “hint” and once again reminding me that I shouldn’t mention anything about wearing a pair of her husbands trunks, was an obvious reminder to be careful about what I said, especially around Kathy while they were gone.

They had barely left by the time I returned, and soon after joined Kathy in the pool. I had learned during lunch that she and I were the same age and would both be graduating from school the following year.

“Be right back,” she announced suddenly, and I watched her disappear into the house briefly. Moments later, she returned and sat down on the edge of the pool with her feet dangling in the water. She then produced a thin rolled joint, and immediately lit it up inhaling deeply and holding the smoke into her lungs. She offered it to me, but I declined shaking my head no.

“You never smoked grass?” She questioned me, still half holding her breath as she spoke.

Again I shook my head no. Had never even been around anyone who had, let alone seen anyone who actually had any.

“You never get high then?” She finally said letting the air in her lungs out. And the acrid aroma of the pungent smelling weed tickled my nostrils.

“I’ve gotten a little tipsy on beer,” I said half-heartedly. “But have never even been around anyone who’s actually smoked marijuana before.”

“It always makes me horny,” she said shocking the shit out of me with this unexpected revelation. She took another deep drag on the joint, holding it in, holding it out towards me. This time I took it.

Holding it, and inhaling it the way I’d seen Kathy do it, I immediately broke out in a coughing fit and listened to Kathy laughing hysterically.

“Took me a while to get the hang of it the first time too!” She said still laughing. “By the way…you going with anyone?”

“If you mean do I have a girlfriend? No. I used to, last summer, but we just moved here in fact and I haven’t really met anyone yet.”

Kathy seemed to take some time thinking about that for a moment, taking another deep pull on the joint, which had burned down nearly to nothing by this time. “So, you a virgin?”

Once again I started coughing without having even taken a second drag on the small stub she was holding out towards me. This time I shook my head “No thank you” without saying it, and finally managed to verbally respond to her.

“No. I’m not in fact.” I said truthfully. And then thought….”Oh if you only knew!” Then I looked at her curiously and asked, “What difference does that make anyway?”

“No difference. Just curious.” Was all she said, and then stood up suddenly. She reached around behind her discarding the top of her bikini, followed by her bikini bottom’s as she quickly and easily pulled them down and stepped out of them.

“Kathy. What are you doing?” I exclaimed in total surprise. “What about your mom and Katie? They could come back at any moment!”

“Katie?” She said then looking at me. “You have a thing for Nanna?”

Overcome with fear I backtracked as fast as I possibly could trying to redirect the subject.

“Your mom, Mrs. Steel, if they come home and see you like this, see me, I could lose my job or something!” I stammered out at her.

She was still looking at me with a curious expression on her face however, but finally let me off the hook. “Don’t worry. I have always been able to hear them when they drive up. We’ll have plenty of time to get dressed before they catch us.”

“Us?”

“Yes, us!” She stated pointedly.

Kathy’s breasts weren’t nearly as large as either her mothers, or Katie’s, but they were certainly beautiful. Seeing her slowly walk down the steps into the pool, so carefree so uninhibitedly was any young man’s fantasy. Only this one was real. Her pinkish nipples were hard-tipped and firm. Though not nearly as thick or dark in color as were Katie’s nipples, they nevertheless were breathtaking to stand there looking at. She took her time descending down the steps into the pool too. Plenty of time for me to also notice the thin neatly trimmed strip of her dark pubic hair that rose up from between her legs as she moved.

“Oh. I’m not either,” she said finally diving into the water and swimming over towards me.

I waited until she broke surface and stood right beside me nearly touching. “You’re not what?”

“A virgin silly.”

I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to say, or even how to respond to that so I didn’t. But I wasn’t about to go anywhere or do anything with her either. The thought of Katie and Kathryn coming home to find the two of us like this was frightening. At least I didn’t have a hard-on to worry about trying to conceal or cover up. I was too nervous for that.

In the next instant Kathy suddenly ducked under water and I felt my swim trunks suddenly yanked down around my knees. Once again she broke surface, facing me. “You didn’t think I was going to let you get away with keeping your trunks on did you?”

I was about to reply to that one when suddenly the feel of her hand clasping me under the water shocked me back into reality.

I actually did pull away from her. “Kathy!” Was all I managed to say however, I was too tongue-tied to say anything else. Especially as my eyes had locked on to the twin spears of perfection bobbing there on the water in front of me.

“What?” She said with a totally innocent looking expression on her face.

“You know damn well what!” I shot back at her.

“Oh. And you don’t want to touch me either I suppose? Don’t want to feel my boobies, or touch my pussy I guess huh?”

“I didn’t say that.”

“So you would like to then huh?”

“I didn’t say that either.”

“No, but your body sure is saying that,” she said pointing at me. Even under the water it was obvious I was growing an erection.

Once again she stepped over towards me. “Like I said. Grass makes me horny.”

Suddenly she stopped, turning her head towards the house. “Ooops. Saved by the bell!” She stated. “They’re back!”

Luckily my trunks were still wrapped around my legs, so it took only a moment for me to yank them back up. I watched Kathy walking just as slowly back up the steps as she had done when she’d walked down them. I was mentally urging her to hurry up, scared to death at this point that Katie and Kathryn would suddenly come bursting through the back door seeing her standing there like that. It was frustrating to see her slowly put her bottoms back on, and finally her top. Looking at me the entire time with the most mischievous expression on her face that I had ever seen on a woman before.

“Next time,” she said then, and turned heading into the house.

Thankfully the next few days passed without any further incidents. Either the women were always hanging around one another, or Kathy and I at least were never alone. But the same was holding true for Katie and I as well too. And as she had previously warned me, neither one of us winked, smiled or even dropped subtle innuendos even given the opportunity to do so. I was beginning to think we never would have the opportunity to do anything until they left. And worse, where Katie and I were never saying or doing anything, Kathy on the other hand had been teasing me unmercifully. She had twice flashed me, showing me either one or both breasts within sight of Katie or her mother who could easily have seen her doing that and gotten us both into a hell of a lot of trouble.

Finally one afternoon I heard Kathryn telling her mother that she and Kathy were going into town to do some shopping. I waited patiently outside working in the greenhouse until I saw Katie come through the door. Almost immediately she removed her blouse and revealed her bare breasts to me. I nearly ran to her, cupping one, and leaning down to suckle and kiss the other as we stood there hugging and then frantically helping one another to remove the rest of our clothing.

“How long?” I asked.

“Not long. Maybe an hour.”

“Your bedroom?” I asked.

“No, I just made the bed, no time.”

“Where then?”

“Here!”

“Here?”

“Yes here!”

Katie dropped to her knees before me, almost immediately she drew my rapidly stiffening cock inside her mouth and began sucking it urgently.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“I won’t”

Sucking it harder, faster.

“Don’t cum yet.”

“I…won’t.” I said fighting it.

She was devouring me now, my balls already felt like they were about to burst. “Don’t cum!”

“You gotta stop then, I’m about too! Too close!” I pleaded saying. It had felt too good. Way too good.

“Eat me.”

Katie finally released me, jumping up on the end of one of the tables nearly knocking over one of her potted plants in the process. Now it was my turn to kneel and I did so, her pussy perfectly positioned in front of me. I licked her, tasted her sweet juices and as hungrily as she had attacked me, I attacked her.

“Don’t cum yet,” I mouthed into her pussy.

“Shut up and lick me.”

And lick her I did. I teasingly lapped up and down that sweet tasting pussy furrow of hers, stopping occasionally to lightly suck her clitoris between my lips, gently chewing it and then sweeping it with a rapid flurry of butter-fly flicks against it. Back and forth I changed techniques, tactics until Katie was thrashing around on the table in the throes of pure blinding lustful passion.

“Oh yes…Oh yes Nicky! Lick it baby, lick it honey. Right there, just like that, oh my god yes! Now baby…Noooooooooooow!” She wailed as her orgasm over took her and washed her away in wave after wave of ecstasy.

My face was saturated with her juices. Her cum was sticky sweet and smeared all over my face. I could smell her essence on me, and it was an aphrodisiac that soon had my own cock throbbing and bobbing involuntarily with a need of its own.

We switched places, laying on the table, I could feel the wetness that she had left there soaking into my back. Once again she began sucking me and pumping my cock slowly with her hand as she twisted my prick in one direction, and sucked the head of my cock, twisting it in another.

“Don’t cum yet,” she breathed around my cock.

“Shut up and suck me.”

She did.

And I came.

Afterwards we hurriedly dressed. It had been no more than a half an hour at best. But by now I could see she was nervous, looking around and glancing up as though expecting them to come walking through the greenhouse door at any moment and catching the two of us like we’d both just swallowed canary’s. The room smelled of sex too, hers and mine, and we quickly departed after that leaving the door open behind us.

We both decided then that it might be best if I was to call it another early day. And though if they did come home, we would both look and appear presentable enough, Katie was still flushed with excitement and passion. She teased me by telling me she was going upstairs to her room to enjoy another orgasm while using her vibrator. Having heard that, I ran home to my own room knowing I would have some privacy as well before my parents got home from work. Masturbating furiously while relieving the greenhouse experience, I was surprised when thoughts of Kathy walking in and joining us added to the pleasure of my fantasy.

A solid week passed without any opportunity for Katie and I to get together and do anything. Twice during that time however I was almost sure that Kathryn had spotted her daughter flashing me, though she never indicated she had, nor mentioned anything that ever got back to me. Needless to say, Kathy’s almost constant flirting and teasing was having an effect on me. I was enjoying it, and looking forward to seeing her, but the promise I had made to myself was something I intended to stick with, though I had made no such promise regarding my own private fantasies of her.

Kathryn had mentioned that she wanted to go down to the local area ‘Gardens’ store to pick up some decorative rocks and flowers to replace the one’s that had died from neglect. It would also give us the opportunity to see what condition Mr. Steel’s truck was in as it was one of the things Kathryn was looking into in eventually selling. The only problem was, it was a stick shift and no one (except for myself) had ever driven a stick before. I of course volunteered to drive, I might not have a car yet, but I certainly had a drivers license, and eagerly stated I was more than willing to give the old truck a test-drive and in the process use it to go and pick up the things Kathryn wanted to get for the yard.

We were gone about two hours and returned to find a note left from Katie stating that she and Kathy had gone on some errands of their own together and would be back late that afternoon. Kathryn and I had nearly finished unloading the truck. I was walking behind her while she was carrying a flat of Petunia’s she was planning to plant out back near the pool area, when she miss-stepped twisting her ankle and fell down hard against the paved rock path. I immediately ran over to her, she was laying there her face grimacing with pain, and it was evident she had cut her knee when she fell as it had a semi-deep cut and was oozing blood.

Eventually I managed to help her to her feet, but it was obvious that she couldn’t walk without my help either. As her knee obviously needed attention, I quickly escorted her into the house while supporting her as we limp-hobbled into the kitchen area. I quickly helped her to sit down and ran upstairs to Katie’s bathroom where I knew she kept the medical supplies. Returning, I washed Kathryn’s wound, applied some disinfectant to it, and then applied a small bandage. Once it was cleaned up, we both realized it looked a lost worse than it actually had been.

“Thank you for helping me Nick,” she stated. She tried standing, but it was obvious her ankle was the worst injury, as she still couldn’t put any weight on it.

“Do you think you can help me get upstairs?” She asked me. “I think maybe I should get in the tub and soak this for a while.”

“Sure, no problem.” And so I helped her up the stairs and into her bedroom. Once we got there however, we both realized she’d also need help getting into the bath. Kathryn sat on the edge of her bed and I went into the bathroom to fetch her bathrobe as well as get the water running in the tub. As an afterthought, I sprinkled in some bubble bath for her as well, tested the water to ensure it wouldn’t be too hot when she got in, and then went back inside the bedroom.

She unzipped her jeans, looked up at me, and I quickly turned around facing away from her. Obviously she didn’t need my help undressing. Just walking. I thought I briefly caught a smile on her face, but took it to mean: “Ok, I think you better turn around now.” Which of course is what I did.

I glanced up however and immediately caught her reflection in the dresser mirror. She had pulled her jeans and panties off, and was just pulling her tee shirt up over her head. I glanced away just as her lacy-clad bra appeared which barely covered her full breasts.

She managed to get her bathrobe on and then I heard her tell me it was ok to turn around now. With her leaning on my shoulder, we half walked, half hopped her into the bathroom. Arriving near the nearly full tub that was filled with bubbles by this time, I was preparing to leave when we discovered there was no way she could get into the tub by herself without my help.

“Oh well. It’s not like you’ve never seen a naked woman before,” she said suddenly, and with that, she pulled off the robe letting it fall to the floor. I tried not to look, at least not directly, but it would have been impossible not to under the circumstances. Easing her down into the tub, my arm came into direct contact with one of her breasts, grazing it and pressing against one of her nipples. Neither of us said anything however, and she was soon comfortably resting inside the tub, concealed now by all the bubble’s I had fortunately thought about putting in there for her.

“Ok…guess I’ll leave you alone for now,” I stood up and was preparing to leave the bathroom.

“Nick? I’m sure I won’t be in here that long, and I’m obviously going to need your help getting out of the tub too. Why don’t you sit down and we can sit and chat while I soak my ankle?”

She was right of course, and so I took the only available seat in the house and sat down on it facing her. “How’s it feeling anyway?” I asked, feeling a little shy and uncomfortable sitting here in the bathroom with her like this.

“It still hurts, but I’m sure after I’ve soaked it, and maybe after we wrap it with something it will feel a lot better.”

“I think Katie’s got an elastic wrap in her bathroom,” I offered. “I’ll go and get that for you after you get out.”

Kathryn was looking at me, a small little smile spreading across her face. “You seem to know your way around mom’s house pretty well.”

Once again alarm bells sounded in my head, and I sat there trying to think of some reasonable explanation for why I knew so much without raising any suspicions.

“And another thing. After dad died, mom went into a real funk. I could tell she was moody and depressed over the phone. It was one of the reasons I decided to come out here and stay with her a while. When I got here however, she was more like her old self than I remembered seeing her in a long, long time, even before dad died.”

I was listening to her of course, but was beginning to feel cornered for some reason. And thoughts of suddenly standing up and bolting out of the bathroom were becoming very real to me.

“Mom has always been a very sexual person. I’ve known that about her for years. And was glad for it as we had a very open relationship about it, and were even able to discuss things like that with one another. So I know that when she was “getting it” she was a lot happier and as I said…more like her old self.”

I swallowed hard, still looking at Kathryn as she sat in the tub, but saying nothing. She even sat up a little and the tops of her breasts rose up out of the water. Though the soap bubbles were clinging to them, still partially concealing them, I couldn’t take my eyes off her breasts. Of course, I didn’t want to look directly into her face either out of fear that she would see the truth of what had been going on with her mother in my eyes.

“I couldn’t understand it at first,” she continued, “Then I realized that maybe she had been seeing someone. I even asked her if she had been. She’d always been open and honest with me about things like that before, but she denied that she was. Still the fact that she was always smiling, especially lately, has been puzzling me. Until now anyway.”

“Here it comes.” I thought. Panic now starting to seize me in a firm grip.

“And I just realized, sitting here. You seem to know your way around the house pretty well. And there have been other things too. I know for a fact that Kathy likes you. I’ve seen her teasing the hell out of you over the last while, have even seen her flash her tits at you, which was something I was going to talk to her about, but decided against it as I do remember being her age once. But, you’ve not made any effort to tease her back, or flirt with her that I’ve seen anyway. And Initially I figured that maybe you simply didn’t like her or something. And I thought that was odd, as the two of you do seem to get along fairly well together otherwise. Basically…what I am asking is…”

I felt like I was going to throw up.

“Are you fucking my mother?”

I nearly did too after I heard her say that. But she was laughing, nearly crying and I finally did look up into her face with panic, fear, surprise, and every emotion possible telling her the truth of it without uttering a single word.

“Don’t worry Nick. I won’t tell her that I know about the two of you. In fact, I’m actually glad you two have been, it’s helped mother get out of her funk better than anything I could have done or thought of myself!”

I felt a little better after hearing her say that…but not much. I still felt a little sheepish and guilty that I had let things become known so damn easily.

“So is that why you haven’t put any moves on Kathy then?” She continued.

It was out in the open now, so I felt like there was no use in hiding it any longer either. “Yes, it is!” I stammered. “And it’s been really difficult for me, because I do like Kathy, very much. But I also like Katie very much too!” I added.

Once again Kathryn laughed. “What about me?” She said teasing me now, and making everything that much worse. “Don’t you like me as well? Even a little bit?”

Once again I looked down at her near fully exposed breasts. They were every bit as lovely as either Katie’s or Kathy’s and frankly, I had for several days now been including all three women in my private “home” fantasy’s.

“Well yes…of course I do,” I managed to finally stammer out. “But I wasn’t about to tell you that, I really would have looked like an idiot then, even more than I do, or more than I know I am sounding like now!”

Kathryn continued to laugh, giggling in fact. Obviously she was enjoying this at my expense.

“Maybe I had better leave,” I told her seriously. “I’m sure that Katie and Kathy will be home soon, and they can help you better than I can. I’m not sure I should be here any longer, especially if they do come home. I’d hate for them to find me here, that would make things even worse than they already are.”

Kathryn finally quit laughing. “I’m sorry. I really didn’t mean to make you feel bad or upset you. Like I said, I’m actually delighted to finally discover what it was that has been making mom feel better about her self. And now that I know what it is, I can quit worrying about her. Come on, help me get up out of the tub, I’m turning into a prune here.”

There was no way around it, so I placed one arm beneath her breasts and the other on her arm in order to help support her as she helped me to raise her up out of the tub into a standing position.

“Grab a bath-towel for me. You’ll need to help me dry off here while I lean on you.”

Moments later I was rinsing soap bubbles off her, followed by drying off her feet and legs with the towel. She had nearly an identical looking strip of neatly trimmed pubic hair that her daughter had, but unlike Kathy’s I was looking almost directly at hers.

“Do you like the way it looks?” She stated suddenly, catching me off guard completely. I had paused momentarily when looking at it I know. Her pink pussy lips were only inches away from my face as I had knelt toweling off her legs, and I was almost sure she had spread her legs for me slightly when drying her, so as to reveal them a little more so than she had been. And now…I was fairly confident that she had.

With one leg still inside the tub, and her sprained ankle resting on the edge of the tub, and her hand sitting atop my shoulder for support while I dried her off, her wide open pussy was spread invitingly right before my eyes.

“You and mother have an agreement don’t you?” She questioned.

“Ah huh,” I was able to say; still mesmerized by that incredible looking pussy I was now staring directly into.

“Then I think that you and I can have one too.”

I couldn’t believe I was hearing what I had just heard.

“Unless of course you don’t want to.”

“I really don’t want to cause any problems between you and your mother,” I weakly replied. “And I really do like working here. What if she ever found out?”

“I promise you. We’ll be as discreet about it as you and mother have been. We’ll never do anything, or say anything in front of mother, or in front of Kathy either. But, you’ll need to quit being so distant from Kathy too, or she’ll eventually begin to suspect something, unless you convince her you really don’t like her. But then that will make working here very unpleasant for you anyway. So I recommend if you really do like Kathy, that you show her you do. Mom will understand, after all, the two of you are more suited together anyway. And I am hoping that you realize, this for mother, and myself as well, is just a little something to get us both out of our funks and get on with our lives. So, do you think you can handle that, or not?”

And I answered her by sticking my tongue inside her pussy as she stood there still leaning against me.

“Oh, you’re going to have to get me into the bedroom if you’re going to do that! I won’t be able to stand here with any strength on this ankle otherwise.”

Helping her into the bedroom, Kathryn spread herself comfortably out on the bed.

“What about Katie and Kathy?”

“I’m sure they won’t be home for a couple of hours yet. And besides, we’ll hear the garage door open if and when they do. You’ll have plenty of time to go down stairs and be waiting for them and tell them what happened if they do.”

Kathryn lay back on the bed, legs spread, inviting. I crawled up between them and lightly began licking her.

“Oh my! Mother has been teaching you well!”

Though it was a little strange hearing her say that, I felt more than a little proud too. Her velvety lips were already juicy, her sweetness bathed my tongue and I licked her as though a bear to a beehive digging for honey. She was squirming slightly, moaning with her fingers mussing my hair and holding me to her as though afraid I would suddenly jump up and leave her hanging like this.

“Oh…Oh…Shit…Nicky!” Now that was strange! Hearing her call me Nicky was more than a little creepy. Kathryn was a slightly younger version of her mother to be sure, and of course Kathy…a younger one still. And here I was…licking Katie’s daughter, licking her cunt and loving every precious minute of it. I knew without a doubt I’d feel guilty as hell afterwards, and hoped that I wouldn’t “look” guilty as well. The last thing I wanted to do was hurt her, and could only hope that unlike I had been able to do with Kathryn, I would at least be able to keep our relationship a secret.

Even her clitoris was similar to Katie’s and sucking, licking it, I was reminded of her, so that in a way, I was licking them both.

“Hmm, Nicky, that feels so fucking good! You have no idea how long it’s been!”

There was one slight difference between them. Though Katie truly loved the way I went down on her, it usually took quite a while for me to get her off orally. I am sure that it was simply because she enjoyed making it last, thus having me slow down frequently when I was licking her pussy. Kathryn on the other hand was well on her way to experiencing an orgasm, and had no intention of making me stop or slow down.

“Oh yes…Oh yes…faster, lick it faster Nicky. Lick my clit! Lick it…lick it…LICK IT!”

Before I knew what was happening, Kathryn was cumming all over my face. Her juices suddenly quadrupled it seemed, and a literal river of pussy juice was wonderfully bathing my face. Additionally, Kathryn still continued holding my head, face pressed, mashed actually against her cunt as she came. But that was all right by me, I loved being there. Even as her orgasm finally began to subside, I continued licking her, though considerably slower and softer. “Mother taught you to do that?” She said teasingly, but not without a little awe and surprise in her tone of voice.

“I guess you could say that. But she also said I sort of took to doing it quite naturally.”

“Hmmm, I bet. And what else did she teach you to do? Never mind. I’ll find out for myself. Come here!”

I wasn’t sure what she wanted me to do exactly, and thought she was indicating for me to “climb on board” as it were.

“No, no. Come up here!”

I still wasn’t sure what it was she wanted me to do, and I guess by the look of confusion on my face she realized that.

“You’ve never fucked a woman’s tits I assume?”

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