My best friend's mother
written by:
Thesandman

My best friend's mother

Danny would kill me if he ever knew, ever found out...I had watched his mom pleasure herself. Bad enough that, but that I had in turn, jerked off watching her do that, though of course no one would ever know. Certainly never my best friend Danny, though we had years ago sworn to one another as kids growing up together, we'd never lie to one another, or keep any secrets.

Up until now.

And it's not like I was looking for it, or expected it to happen. It just did. But once it did, once it had, I couldn't keep the image of it out of my mind, no matter how hard I tried. And worse...going over there which I so often did, now speaking to her as I also always did...there was that secret hidden longing deep down in my gut that wouldn't go away. Even seeing her dressed, in things I'd never thought or considered her sexy in, now were. But even more surprising, I could see her as though she didn't have a stitch on. Busily in the kitchen baking cookies, or ironing as she watched her soaps on TV, naked...always naked. I could see her soft mature breasts dangling so provocatively on her chest as she smoothed the iron along one of her blouses, or one of Danny's shirts. Her nipples hard and erect, just the way I'd seen them, begging to be kissed, sucked and fingered. That small tuft of hair between her legs, not shaved like so many women were wearing it these days, not quite as unruly either as some of the women I'd seen in that stash of 70's porn I'd stumbled into in my father's closet. No...not quite like that either. Trimmed, cropped...sort of secret like, and yet...hiding the passage to her desires like a door that could only be opened with a special key. A very special "clit" key as I now called it, remembering that moment and that day, just days ago now.

Danny had gone to spend two weeks with his father as his mom and dad had gotten divorced two years previously. It meant a semi-lonely period of time for me while he was away, few others our age living close by, and especially with the two of us having recently graduated from high school, it meant a lot of free time on my hands with nothing much to do. Though I did work part-time, and supplemented that with doing odd jobs around the neighborhood, I missed the evenings when we'd usually go out and hang out together.

And at the moment, I didn't have a girlfriend either, making it even more boring for me.

I had gone up to my bedroom to spend some time amusing myself, browsing a few websites. Most of which were adult in nature, and of those...most all of which were MILF sites, as I had a secret thing for older women. Especially one in particular, though again, I had never acted on it, or ever intended to. Beverly Mason, though everyone simply called her "Bev", was after all, my best friend's mother.

After browsing a few sites, I was now horny and bored. I walked over to the bedroom window standing there glancing down and about. Normally, I didn't usually see much of anything, a single lone window facing me from my friend's place that gave me an angled view down into their family den. Tonight however, I got a brief glimpse of something that would forever change my life. For the briefest of moments, I saw Beverly cross the room holding a glass of wine in her hand, and then lean over in front of the TV, obviously putting in a DVD into the player. The thing about this was, she was naked when she did that. The view of her lovely heart-shaped ass, nearly stopped my own as I stood there holding my breath. It was only seconds as she then turned heading off towards the couch. Once she had, she was completely out of sight. But what I now saw there on the TV, even at this distance, was what was obviously some sort of porn movie. And that was a surprise in and of itself. Danny and I had certainly looked for "stuff" to amuse ourselves with, but never figured his mom would have anything like that hidden away at their place. Most of what we'd found and discovered had come from my dad's stash of X-rated stuff.

"What the hell?" I thought to myself. "Danny's mom's watching porn?"

I knew that there was one for sure way I could see more, especially now knowing she was naked, though I hadn't gotten that good of a look. And having seen what I had seen, I now knew I had to see more, risky as it might be. This was plain and simply too good of an opportunity to pass up.

I was scared shitless as I made my way downstairs, informing mom and dad I was heading off to meet up with some friends. Now that I had graduated, coming and going as I pretty much pleased, especially working and for the most part paying my own way, gave me a lot of unsupervised freedom and flexibility.

The moment I stepped outside through the backdoor, I immediately hopped over the fence after first ensuring no one was around, or would have been able to see me do that when I did. With plenty of coverage from the high fence and bushes running around their yard, I cautiously and quietly made my way over towards the back of the house where the patio was. I knew from having been there countless times before where my best vantage point would be in having any hope of seeing her. The risk of course being caught as a Peeping Tom, a sexual pervert no doubt if I was, but the thought of actually getting to see the object of so many secret fantasies was a temptation simply too great to ignore.

Almost crawling on my belly now, I made it all the way over to the sliding glass doors before even daring to look up and into the room. A small step gave me minor concealment, but I knew that once I was there, I'd be able to see into the den easily. Like I said before, I knew the layout, and had a pretty good idea where she would be sitting, watching the TV. Sure enough, she was, and what I now saw blew me away!

Bev was lying on the couch facing towards the TV, though where I crouched it was sitting sideways to me, so I couldn't see it. But...I could certainly see her well enough. And to my relief, I now realized she would have to actually look up and turn her head back in my direction if she were to inadvertently see me. A small advantage then, as any motion on her part to climb off the couch, positioned as she was, would give me plenty of warning.

The thing was, she was so lost in what she was doing at the moment, I think a bomb could have gone off, and she'd never have been aware of it. And that meant, I could sit there unobserved (somewhat in a state of shock) and take in something that I never thought in a million years I would ever be privileged in seeing.

Up until now at least, I'd only gotten a few subtle hints at to what her boobs might look like, but the surprise there was, they were a bit larger than I'd even imagined, though they had flattened out a bit as she lay on her back, indicating their fullness. Even more remarkably however, was the fact she was at the moment wearing nipple clamps. Both of her dark pink nipples clearly pinched, or being pinched at the moment anyway. Two thick fat eraser like nubs sandwiched in between, hard and stiff and proud looking. Bev's shoulder length dark hair spread out sensually on the pillow she was resting on, one leg casually thrown up over the head rest of the couch, the other bent at the knee off one side resting on the floor. It was evident she was sliding something in and out of herself as she lay there watching the TV. And then she took it out for a moment, actually sucking and licking it, licking her own juices off what I now realized was a glass dildo. Seeing her do that, made me realize just how fucking hard I was, wishing it was my cock she was doing that too.

Setting the glass dildo off to one side, she now reached down grabbing something else that had been hidden from view. That one I recognized having seen plenty of them in movies and magazines, and certainly off the Internet. She now held a long slim silver colored vibrator in her hand, which she turned on. And though I couldn't hear it, it was obvious by the way she now closed her eyes, gently running it around and over herself between her legs, she could certainly feel it.

A bit more relaxed and less fearful at being discovered, I moved up into more of a crouching position, still easily able to duck off and away to one side should I feel it necessary to do so. I unzipped, reached in, and withdrew my own very hard needful cock, and then began stroking it as I watched Bev continue to tease herself with the toy. As hot as this all was however, and exciting as it was for me to be sitting there watching it all, it got even better seconds later. Much to my surprise, I now watched as Bev again reached down beside the couch, this time lifting up what appeared to be a hand-held mirror. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, it was horny, naughty, and hot as hell. Bev was now watching herself as she placed the tip of the vibrating toy directly against her clit, holding it there. And then that's when she picked up the glass dildo, and slid that one deep inside that wet looking passage just beneath. Once she had slipped it inside her as far as she could, she went back to teasing the area around her clit with the other one. I watched all this, watching her do this only a few short feet away, close enough to pick out quite a bit of detail as she did so, furiously pumping my prick up and down the entire time.

When she came, it startled me, mainly because it was the first real sound I could easily hear. Obviously loud enough to have made it's way through the glass doors to me. The thing was, I jumped a little in surprise, lost my balance, and toppled over sideways off the step into the bushes off to one side of the door. I rolled, jumping up, and sprinted off like a man possessed easily clearing the fence separating our two yards from one another. Hunched down on the other side, I peered through one of the knotholes looking back. Sure enough, I saw the sliding doors open, as she peered out into her backyard, though she was now wearing a robe, holding it closed together in front with her hands.

Skate, their cat...like a godsend, just then came bounding across the yard, chasing insects perhaps. Though spotting Bev, stopped and came strolling over towards her.

"Naughty cat!" She laughed. "You scared the hell out of me!" She said chastising him and then letting him inside. "For a moment there, I thought we had visitors!"

I managed to swallow the lump in my throat, and then made my way back inside the house with my heart beating a hundred miles and hour.

**

I stayed away for three days, not daring to even accidentally bump into her, just in case she'd been wondering and not actually blaming the cat. And besides, I had no excuse for going over there anyway, not with Danny gone. But come Saturday, I did. On Saturdays I always mowed their lawn by way of picking up a little extra spending money. So, as I always did, I went over needing to get the key from the shed in order to use their mower. I stood on the back porch, knocked and then waited only for a moment when Bev finally came out to invite me in.

"Been a while since I've seen you last, how've you been doing?"

"Fine, thank you," I responded back. "How's Danny?"

"Talked to him this morning in fact, he's doing fine...told me to tell you hello next time I saw you, which I figured I'd do today if you came over to mow the lawn."

I had a hard time keeping my eyes off her breasts, even though she was dressed, I could still see them as clearly as I had then. With one more button undone than perhaps she should have, it was hard not to, taking a quick peak down her blouse as she moved about, leaning forward briefly as she sat down at the kitchen table sitting across from me.

"By the way...I just put come cookies in the oven to bake, when you're done with the lawn, perhaps you'd like a couple, along with a glass of milk."

"I'd actually prefer coffee," I told her, which I did prefer, but which I also hoped would let her know I was a bit more grown up, way past the glass of milk and cookies stage. She did smile at that, nodding her head.

"Yeah, me too," she replied actually winking at me.

I finished the lawn up in short order, coming back inside just as she placed the fresh-baked cookies on a plate, and then on a tray, along with two steaming hot cups of coffee for each of us.

To my surprise, she then led me into the den where we could sit more comfortably. "Have a seat," she stated indicating the couch, taking a chair across from me, the coffee table between us where she placed the tray down. "How do you like it?"

I was looking at the couch, my thoughts elsewhere. "I'm sorry...what?"

"How do you like it? Cream? Sugar? Black?"

What I wanted to say, was I liked it if she'd get on her back...with lots of cream. "Black," I said instead, accepting the cup along with a cookie, which she held out to me as I sat back on the couch. Doing that however, I felt something dig into my bare leg as I was wearing cut-off shorts. I reached down towards, and in between the cushions where I'd felt the small stab into the back of my thigh. I came away with what I knew now...was one of her nipple clamps. It took me a moment to realize what I was holding as I held it up. It took Bev two seconds after that to likewise comprehend what I was sitting there dangling in front of her. Her face turned scarlet, her mouth open, though no words came out.

"Here," I said blushing. "This must have fallen off the other night."

The moment I had said that, I knew I was dead-meat.

"So it wasn't Skate after all...it was you!" She declared glaring at me. I didn't know what the hell to do, or say...feeling glued to my seat on the one hand, but wishing I could simply turn invisible and then simply disappear. "Oh my!" She then added seconds after that, her face turning crimson, as she must have then realized what I had seen.

"I'm...oh god, Mrs. Mason, I'm sorry...I didn't mean..."

She sat there staring at me as I tried to stammer out some sort of an apology.

"Yes you did," she said simply sitting back in her chair. "Obviously you knew...saw me, and came over to peer through the doors at me, while I...while I touched myself," she said her voice taking on this weird little edge to it. An edge that could easily cut either way, and one in which had me wondering which way it would cut. I could just see her picking up the phone, calling my folks. But she didn't. Instead, she reached up, undoing another button on her blouse. Talk about confusing! "And just what did you see...exactly?" She asked. "And more importantly, what were you doing while you did?"

I was honestly speechless, caught betwixt and between here. "Where you jerking off?" She demanded. "Come on Robbie...tell me, where you?"

"Yes, yes I was!" I finally blurted out, shame-faced, disgusted with myself.

"I see," she said sitting back in her chair again, staring at me, though still fingering that damn button on her blouse as she did that. Several long moments passed without a single word between us, and then she spoke again. "So...what do you think we should do about this?" She now asked as she popped the button free, revealing the contours of the lacy bra she was wearing as I sat staring at her chest now.

"I don't know," I responded back, though by the look on her face, that wasn't the answer she expected to hear from me. "What can I do to make it right?" I then added, to which she smiled...slightly.

"Take off your clothes."

"I'm sorry...what?"

"You heard me, take off your clothes. You saw me vulnerable, naked...being intimate with myself. And for that, now you'll feel what it's like having someone looking at you while you do that."

"I can't!" I said shaking my head. There was no fucking way!

"You can...and you will, unless you want Danny to find out his best friend spied on his best friend's mother, jerking off while he did."

I was about to call her bluff, stand up and leave...but then I saw the look in her eyes, she was serious, she would tell him I had. She wasn't bluffing! And that would be the end of our friendship, forever! I did stand up then, but I undid the belt on my cutoffs, likewise popping the button on them, releasing them. They fell down around my ankles.

"Everything," she said with that same fierce look in her eyes. I pulled the tee shirt I had on up and over my head likewise kicking off my shoes. All I had on now was my briefs and a pair of socks. But I knew I wasn't getting out of this either. I was embarrassed as hell, but in a really strange way. Not so much for being naked in front of her, because I knew I would be in a moment. But because I was limp, flaccid as hell, and worried now of all things that she would see me, and treat me like that same little boy she used to know.

All I could do now was grin and bear it. I slipped off my briefs, and then my socks, now standing there facing her directly, eyes closed. I stood in complete silence, not daring to even open them, certainly not to look at her directly.

"Sit down," she now said, which I did almost gratefully...now given the opportunity at least to partially cover myself. "Stroke it...make it hard."

"Jesus! Bev, Ms. Mason," I corrected, shocked at what I'd heard. "You can't mean that!"

"I most certainly do! Now do it! Find out what it feels like to have someone else watching you, watching you while you pleasure yourself, see how it feels...see how I felt, how I feel now," she said sternly.

This wasn't for fun...this was payback. Her eyes told me so, as did the tone of her voice. If jerking myself off in front of her was the only way I was going to get out of this mess I'd put myself into, then I was sure as hell going to do it. I began stroking my prick. It took a moment...lots of moments in fact, but finally it began stiffening as Bev sat back in her chair a bit more comfortably, sipping her coffee, watching me.

"For how long?" I eventually asked, wondering if she wanted me to go all the way with this.

"Until I say otherwise," she said simply. "Let me see it," she said suddenly standing up walking over.

"Surely you can get harder than that, you're young, virile, and you're supposed to get steely hard. Fuck, even Jeffry could get harder than you are," she said referring to Danny's dad, her ex-husband. But it was hearing her say the word "fuck" that really surprised me, and oddly enough, sent a renewed bolt of unexpected desire, and now want...surging up my cock. It stiffened a bit more, but even that didn't seem to appease or please her much. But it was a war of nerves and anxiety for me, sitting there stroking my dick in front of her, and yet...scared shitless and still too damn embarrassed the entire time.

"Here, will this help?" She asked, and then sat down next to me, though hugging one end of the couch. As she did, she finished unbuttoning her blouse entirely, removing it, and then reaching behind unclasping her bra. It fell away, her gorgeous...and I mean gorgeous bare breasts suddenly confronting me.

"Holy shit! Wow!" I exclaimed without thinking. "You really do have fabulous tits!" I stated without hearing my own words as I said that. What happened then, was amazing. She laughed. Laughed out loud and hard.

"Oh they are, are they?" She asked suddenly filling her hands with them, lifting them up pressed together. "Not too saggy? Too floppy for an old lady like me?"

"You're not old...and they're sure as hell not saggy...or floppy, they're beautiful!" I exclaimed again, though I didn't have the heart to tell her I was actually staring at the first pair of real-live boobs I'd ever seen either. Up until now...all I'd ever managed was to feel up Christine Johnson's tits, and that was in the dark in the front seat of my car, through the sweater she was wearing. So far...that was the extent of my on-hands experience. I was still...a virgin.

I was still staring at them, not even realizing I was still slowly stroking my cock up and down as I did that. But one thing was for damn sure...I was rock hard solid now. And she saw that I was too!

"Here, help me take these off," she now said as she lay back on the couch, lifting her ass as she undid her belt, unzipping the skirt she'd been wearing.

I couldn't believe this was happening, mainly because it was happening so fast. What had been only a moment ago, some form of punishment, near torture, was suddenly turning into my wildest dreams! I pulled down on Bev's skirt, it came away in my hands, leaving her there with nothing more than a very tight pair of light blue satin panties on. And noticeably so, I could see a small dark coloration staining the crotch as I looked back towards her.

"Lick me," she now said.

Once again I was dumbfounded. I'd certainly heard about it, seen it...but never done it myself. And of course, she still had her panties on. However...as horny as I now was, and not about to pass up on whatever the hell it was that was taking place here, I reached up preparing to yank down her panties as well. She stopped me however, grabbing my hands.

"Through my panties," she told me. "Go on, if you're going to be a dirty boy, then you must act like one. Now do it! Lick me, lick my pussy...just like it is!"

I leaned forward, not sure of what to make of this, let alone expect. I'd heard the stories, good and bad. If this was indeed to be a punishment of some sort, best that I get on with it, and get it over with. I closed my eyes, even holding my breath a little as I tentatively stuck out my tongue, stabbing her between the legs with it.

"I said lick it, not tongue fuck it! Now do what I said...suck it."

"You said lick it."

"Now I'm saying suck it!" She said, though I heard what I felt was a nervous, excited quiver in her tone of voice. Was she in fact getting aroused? But I now did as she'd asked, sucking in that spot, drawing her panties into my mouth as I did, tasting her.

I felt like I'd died and gone to heaven.

I sucked harder, as though trying to suck off her panties into my mouth, let alone the pussy beneath it. She groaned, reached out grabbing the back of my head and pressed me further, harder against herself, even moving a little now. I felt her ass lift up off the couch, when she did, I slid my hands beneath it, now supporting her, cupping...oh fuck, cupping, my best friend's mothers ass in my hands!

"Now...take them off, but not with your hands," she groaned deeply, still humping herself against my face, making it difficult to comply with her wish. Eventually I managed it however, peeling her slick sopping wet panties down her legs where she finally helped me by kicking them off. What I saw then startled me a little, looking directly down at her pussy now. She giggled. "Like it?"

She had completely shaved it, her lips puffy and swollen at the moment, her inner labia glistening with the wetness of her arousal. She bent both legs at the knee, opening herself wide, her hard clit likewise glistening, pulsating as she reached down. I knelt there in front of her mesmerized. Bev pulled her lips apart even more, her clit extending like a tiny hard cock, the succulent darkness of her opening beckoning to me just below that.

"Oh fuck...yes!" I moaned in response and then leaned forward once again, this time my tongue coming into direct contact with her clit as she held herself open for me. I tickled it, speared it, lapped at it...and eventually drew it between my lips sucking it. Bev groaned, her body shaking, shuddering as I continued to assault her cunt, my hands now coming up to capture each one of her beautiful breasts.

"Oh yeah baby...yeah. Pull on them for me, pinch my nipples Robbie, pinch them! Squeeze them, and fucking suck my cunt!"

In all the years I had known her, never once had I ever heard her speak this way. Aside from the occasional everyday cuss words, hearing her spat words like fuck, cunt, prick, cock, pussy...just weren't part of her vocabulary, until now. Bev had never really dressed provocatively either. The smoldering, sensual, sexy exotic woman hidden beneath obviously always there as I was finding out. But she had been a chameleon in disguise, only now revealing her true sensual nature as she so openly, so wantonly showed her true self to me.

"Give me your prick!" She finally demanded. I froze momentarily, I was still a virgin, was this in fact then my moment?

She sensed my hesitation, my sudden war of will, nerve and uncertainty. She softened her tone, her mood almost immediately.

"You're still a virgin aren't you?"

I merely nodded my head.

"Don't worry, you don't have to. We don't have to go that far," she told me. "Save it for...your girlfriend, or even your own wife."

"I don't have a girlfriend, and I don't want to," I said just as quickly. "I do...want to fuck you," I then spoke letting her know, hear...the desire, need and lustiness in my tone of voice. I wanted to go back to that level we'd been on moments ago, hearing her speak, the vile obscene, sweet sounding words once again pouring from her mouth. That hot sensual naked body beneath me, breasts hard tipped, nipples firm fat and erect. Oh yeah, more than anything, I wanted nasty!

"You're sure?"

"I've never been more sure of anything before in my entire life," I answered back. "I so want to fuck you! I want to stick my hard cock deep inside that sweet wet cunt and fuck you until I explode...until you do."

She laughed at that, though not laughing at me, taking delight in my somewhat nervous effort to escalate this back to that pure unadulterated level of intensity and excitement we'd once already reached.

"So you want to fuck this cunt huh? Slide that hot hard prick inside this wet slick pussy?"

"Yes! Fuck yes!" I said inching up, my prick tip literally resting, knocking at the door as she now took it, holding it in her hand and began rubbing it directly against her likewise swollen clit.

"Not yet..." she said surprising me as I was sure she was about to take it and shove it inside herself. "We have plenty of time for that," she smiled knowingly. "Your first time should be even more memorable than this." She saw my look of disappointment, once again grinning at me. "Don't worry...we will, later...later on tonight. After we've thrilled, pleasured and drove one another nuts. We will...but later, upstairs in my bed."

I wondered then what would happen now, was she actually considering ending this for now at least? But she answered my unasked question almost immediately, beginning to stroke and fondle my cock ever so slowly...so wonderfully, so pleasurably.

"Cum on my tits, let me see and feel you squirting all over my tits!"

She knew better than I. If I had fucked her then, I'd have been inside her for all of two seconds before busting a nut, as I later would anyway. But I was experiencing firsts here, time to slow down, savor the joy of each one as it came my way. This was after all the first time anyone else besides myself had touched my cock, fondled or played with it. The first time I had been given the freedom to mold a woman's breasts within my hands without a layer of clothing covering them. The first time I had tasted a woman's essence, licked and sucked my first cunt, fingered and enjoyed the depths of her warmth, her wetness. I was like a kid at Disneyland with a day pass to enjoy all the rides, and I was trying to ride them all at once in my excitement.

She pulled me up towards her, my cock still in her hand as she rubbed the tip back and forth across her extended nipples, teasing herself...and me.

"Splash them baby," she cooed. "Squirt all over my tits, my boobs...my breasts. Squirt them, spurt them, fucking drench them!" She continued urging me, now slapping my prick against herself, jerking and working it as she did. I felt the churning deep within my balls, the inevitable explosion of ecstasy already beginning to race up my shaft. With her other hand she now cupped my tight hard balls, kneading them, massaging them as I suddenly seized up. I felt the release, unlike any I had ever felt before. I looked down, everything suddenly happening in slow motion.

"Oh my god!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs, the simultaneous expulsion of a thick long ropey streamer of cum hitting her squarely between her breasts. The force of which seemed to ricochet, the splatter of spunk racing off in every direction at once, hitting her chin, parts of her face, neck and once again her breasts as she now moved my prick, still squirting, spurting back and forth against herself. She was laughing, pleasurably, joyfully, as I now was, still launching streamer after streamer of my hot sticky cream against her as we did that.

I collapsed, falling back not wanting to crush her with my weight, my head spinning, my breath coming hard in gasps as I made some feeble attempt in controlling it.

We lay for several moments like that, neither one of us moving, and then she did. I felt her moving forward again, her hand once again surrounding my cock, though it had grown flaccid, considerably. I felt the softness of her lips surrounding it, taking it in. Softly...ever so softly she sucked, licked...teasing it.

In all the years I'd been jerking off, I had never once achieved a second hard-on in so short a time. And though the sweetness of her mouth still tingled the supersensitive head of my shaft, I soon felt that tingle turning from one of pleasured annoyance, into one of unbelievable sensuality. Once again my prick began to grow, slowly...surely...but undeniably aroused once more.

Yet another first.

** The fact that she had gotten me so hard again in such a short period of time was amazing. I couldn't help wondering as she did, as she used that magic mouth of hers on me, why on earth Danny's father had ever left her for a younger woman. The logic of that escaped me as talented as she was, and as totally uninhibited as she seemed to be. Maybe it hadn't always been that way with her...with them. But the way she lay there so exquisitely torturing my cock was the most amazing sensation I had ever experienced.

Once again fully hard, stiff and aching for release all over again, Bev rolled off the couch and stood.

"Stand up," she told me. I did, hard not to as she kept her hand on my shaft pulling me along with her.

Once again she knelt in front of me, her mouth quickly and swiftly gathering in my shaft, sucking it again, only this time all but swallowing the entire length of me. I knew from seeing others...especially in watching porn, I didn't have a monster dick. Certainly nothing to be ashamed of, which I wasn't...especially when it was as damn fucking hard as it was now. But it was still a bit of a surprise to see Bev literally swallow me whole, her mouth eventually reaching the base of my shaft where she actually licked me tickling me with her tongue, and yet still sucking, my entire cock having disappeared down her throat.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed reaching down, holding her head, tossing my own back in wild abandonment as she slowly pulled back and then down again gobbling me up. I then felt her tongue spearing, and fucking the tiny eye-slit in my cock-head, squeezing it as a fat droplet of pre-cum oozed out. She snatched it up, showing me her tongue, wet and slippery, her mouth once again reclaiming my prick where she then performed her sword-swallowing act all over again.

It took a bit longer this time, but once again I felt my legs suddenly weaken at the knees, my balls again growing tight, the amazement that I would soon be climaxing yet again as she continued to pleasure me with her mouth was truly beyond belief.

"Let me know when," she informed me slathering the head of my dick with her lips, making hot sexy popping sounds as she drew it in tight, releasing, and then gathering it again. She was driving me insane with the pure intensity of her doing that.

"Almost there now," I warned her, knowing why. I had had various discussions with my friends, one of which seemed to always circle around this very subject. Girls really didn't like guy's cumming in their mouths. I guess in retrospect, I could understand why. As copious as my last climax had been, had poor Bev been the brunt of the force of that, she'd have surely suffocated, and gagged horribly while trying to do so. In addition, from what the guys had told me a few of their own girlfriends had shared with one another...it was the "worst thing ever!" so I totally understood Bev's wanting me to tell her before I came.

"Whenever you're ready...just tell me," she stated obviously waiting and prepared.

"Now!" I half shouted letting her know as the boiling cauldron in my balls suddenly let go. Once again I felt the race of semen traveling up my shaft. As it did, Bev removed me from her mouth, simultaneously grabbing the coffee cup off the table, which had been sitting next to us. It was empty, though the thought and realization of that had caught me off guard, confusing me. She had stood, holding it, directing my now pulsating ejaculating prick into it. Together we stood there, watching her milk my prick, one streamer after another of my cream spurting into the empty cup. There wasn't nearly as much as there had been the first time, but even then it would have gagged her if she'd tried to swallow it all. It was an odd thing to do as well, odd...but horny, nasty as hell as she giggled playfully, still pulling, still yanking, and me...still coming until the very last precious drop had dribbled into the cup. She set it back down on the table.

"Ok, get dressed," she said simply. "Go home...shower, get cleaned up, and then come back around nine, after its dark. I'll leave the sliding glass doors open for you. Come upstairs to my bedroom then."

We both hurriedly dressed, and then Bev gathered up the cups, including the one I'd just came in, along with the plate of unfinished cookies, once again leading me back into the kitchen. I stood near the doorway preparing to leave, looking back towards her. She picked up the cup, held it up towards her mouth, and then drank it.

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed watching her as she even turned that kinky weird moment into one of the most erotic I had ever imagined.

"I will later...after dark. Now go...go home and rest, get cleaned up, and think about what I'm going to do to you later...what you're going to do to me."

"But..."

"But what?"

"You didn't..."

She laughed. "Oh yes I did, several times. Lots and lots of really nice small ones," she said comforting me some. "But I like saving the best one for last...which you'll see tonight," she assured me. "Now...go home Robbie, try and relax, stay excited yes...but gather your strength, because you're going to need it!"

**

I took the longest shower of my life, hard as a rock, just thinking about her while I did. And I still had well over three hours yet before darkness came, before I was to return to her bedroom, her arms, and that luscious cunt of hers.

I would soon give her my virginity, though more like her taking it, or a combination of both. I was excited beyond reason, and yet nervous. I was obviously inexperienced. Already I had shown her that, but she had taught me much in the process, shown me what even I didn't know I was capable of. I replayed over and over inside my mind, everything that had happened, all that we'd done over and over again until I felt my cock leaking, tempted to stroke it, pull on it and make myself come again. But I refrained, soon after stepping out, dressing and then pacing aimlessly back in forth inside my bedroom, watching the clock slowly tick away.

I sat near the window finally watching the sunset. It was eight forty-five, and I couldn't stand waiting much longer. When the last rays finally disappeared over the horizon, I stood and made my way back down the stairs, stopping briefly to inform my parents I was going out, would be home late (if at all) and then stepped outside. I actually drove my car around the block, pulled it into the service alley back behind the properties and parked it where I'd seen Danny so often park his own car before. I entered in through the gate, noticing as I did so, most if not all of the lights in the house were off. Only a small very dim lamp glowing inside the den leading me towards it and the sliding glass doors that I knew had been left unlocked, open for me. I stood there at the doorway, once again glancing at my watch. It was eight fifty-five. "Close enough!" I told myself, and then slid the doors open stepping inside.

All was quiet, not a single sound could be heard. I thought briefly about calling out as I made my way through the room towards the front of the house towards the stairs. I stopped, smiling as I reached them. Each step held a soft glowing candle, a runway of light leading up towards the bedroom. There were no other lights on in the house, nor any upstairs that I could see, save for these on the steps, and then several more actually on the landing, the floor...a small trail going down the hallway and then turning directly into the open doorway of what I knew to be Bev's master bedroom.

I walked into her room expecting to find her laying there in her bed waiting for me. She wasn't. Perhaps in the adjoining bath? I wondered looking towards it, the door closed, though no light came out from beneath it either however. I stepped in further calling out to her softly.

"Bev?"

I felt her presence behind me. She'd been hiding behind the door. Ahead of me, the room was filled with two dozen or more candles, a floral scent filling the air, giving it an erotic, exotic feel to both. The lights quickly winked out however as she slipped something over my eyes covering them. It was soft, silky...sensual.

"Hold still," she purred. "And no peeking." She tied whatever it was around my eyes, ensuring it was secure and that I was now blinded to everything about me. Interestingly enough however, I could feel the warmth of the candles burning in the room, and even the smell of them seemed intensified now as she took my hand and soon led me over the few steps to where I knew it would take before reaching the bed. She began undressing me, slowly...teasingly, taking her time. I felt her hands rake my gradually exposed skin. Her lips often leaving a trail of light butterfly kisses across my flesh, wherever she removed something, she kissed, touched and continued to tease, all the while remaining silent as she did that, leaving me quivering where I stood.

Finally I was naked...my cock which I knew full well, stood stiff, straight and aching. Though this she hadn't touched, not one morsel of relief whatsoever as it throbbed almost painfully.

I felt her push and guide me towards the bed. I fell back, at first sitting down, but then she lightly pushed me again. "Move up, in the middle," she suggested. I did so by feel...felt her climb onto it with me, hovering near, not yet touching, obviously looking. I felt my cock throb again of its own accord. That made her laugh, giggling with her own excitement.

"Anxious are we?"

"You have no idea," I told her.

"You get any rest?"

"A little," I lied.

"Liar," she laughed. I laughed with her, throbbing again. She moved up towards me, I felt her hand now taking mine in hers lifting it up and over my head towards the headboard. As she did that, I then felt another soft silk like scarf being wrapped about my wrist. In moments she'd secured it, and began doing the same thing to the other.

"Fuck," I moaned softly, feeling the softness of her body as it periodically moved against mine, caressing it in ways that I hadn't thought of.

"Be patient," she told me. "This first parts more for me than for you, though I'm sure you'll love it every bit as much as I will," she assured me.

After she'd secured me, hands tied though my feet remaining free, I felt her slowly slither up my torso. I felt the soft caress of her breasts as they touched my toes, and then upwards along my leg, moments later just brushing against my groin, not yet my prick, though my balls seemed to sparkle with electricity as they were touched. She then moved downwards again, down the opposite leg, again to my toes, and now back again. She next moved upwards, still not allowing my prick to feel much of anything except its throbbing pulse. Her breasts now digging a trench up my belly, across my chest, finally reaching my head where she fed me one of them briefly to suck on. Like a starving babe, I accepted her nipple, her breast mashed forcefully against my mouth though she soon removed it. I then felt it as she fed me the other one, where I again paid homage to it, enjoying the feel of its firmness, hardness, even seeing it in my mind's eye as I did so. After what seemed like an eternity of her switching back and forth for a time, even once feeding me both nipples pressed together, which I likewise suckled as one, she then moved up once again. This time I sensed more than felt her as she hovered above me, slowly...gingerly lowering herself down. I could smell her before I touched her, or rather before she touched me. And even then...fleetingly. I struggled, lurching up, but she was quicker...dancing away before I could.

"Lie still. Let me...do all the work."

Somehow I knew...without knowing. Bev hovered above me, her cunt only fractions of an inch above my mouth. Like I said, I could smell her intoxicating aroma, her heat hovering just there...inches away.

"Open your mouth."

I did, not knowing what to expect, even how I was supposed to hold it open for her as I did so. I then I felt it, a small drip...another. It was sweet, musky, tangy all at once. I savored it, now licking my lips.

"You like?"

"Yes," I groaned audibly...deeply. I then felt what felt like a tickle, a tickle of flesh, ever so light, but I knew immediately what it was. She pressed a bit further, now the fullness of her lips kissing mine, her once again swollen, puffy, wet saucy lips as they smeared themselves directly. I flicked with my tongue, just spearing her depths. She sighed pleasurably, though moving herself down over me. I felt her pussy mash against my chin, and then work itself up again, passing over my lips and tongue as I desperately reached out trying to seize her. She continued the movement however, passing me by. My nose now coming into direct contact with her, she fucked it. Literally fucked it! Sat there on my face, my nose buried inside that sweet smelling, sweet tasting opening of hers as she mashed herself against my face. I was past insane with lust and desire as she finally moved downwards again, this time allowing me to find her.

I sucked, licked and tickled her cunt. I found her sweet tender clitoris, gathered it between my lips chewing it delicately.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby...that's it. Lick my pussy!" She moaned.

I wanted to crawl up inside her with my face, struggling against the bindings that held me. I continued to lap furiously at her swollen hot cunt, punching her clit like a tiny sparing bag, flicking it back and forth, then sucking it briefly again until she lifted up, forcing me away. Once again I felt the pleasure of her breasts as she slid back down my body. A body now in flame, every nerve ending of my entire being alert, awake...sensitized.

I now felt those heavenly breasts of hers as she gathered up my prick in a soft sweet titty sandwich. I heard her spit, and then spit again. The lubrication of her saliva more than enough, mixed with my own drooling prick, creating a slick slippery passage in which she stroked my cock, using nothing more than the soft pliable flesh of her breasts.

Just when I thought I couldn't endure any more of this heavenly torture, she moved down even more. At once, I now felt her lips and mouth again, taking me in, not fully...not as she'd done, just that damnable way of torturing...teasing me with. She chewed me, licked me..."pop" sucked the head of my dick, creating the most erotic, decadent sounds I had ever heard. She spit on my cock, covering it in her saliva, stroked it, spit on it...sucked it again. Over and over until I was thrashing back and forth, side to side, pulling and tugging against my restraints, no longer content or even happy to be held this way.

"Please!" I begged openly. "For gods sakes...please!"

All she did was laugh...almost evilly. "You trust me?" she asked, and then slowly ran her tongue up one side and down the other along my shaft, asking me again. "Do you?"

I had no reason not to...if anything, it would have been me where the question of trust might have been in doubt. "Yes...yes, of course I do," I basically whimpered still straining against my bonds.

She spit again. But this time after she did I felt a sensation, a tickling I had never felt before. And I froze. Certainly that had been an accident, and inadvertent touch perhaps. But no. I felt her probe, felt her finger push.

"Bev! No! Fuck! You can't!"

"Too late sweetie, I already did," she said worming her finger inside me now. I tried scrambling back, lifting up, but she grabbed my prick in her hand, like holding onto a lever, pulling me back. "Relax," she purred. "I told you...this one's for me."

Once again I felt her finger slide in, and then out. Simultaneously her other hand slowly milking my cock, working it up and down in conjunction with the movement of her fucking finger.

"God baby...your balls are so tight already. I almost wish I was fucking you now...but you need to let go of this one, intensely, and soon too. After that...after that I'll fuck you, and you'll fuck me. You'll feel how it feels to finally slide this nice hard prick of yours into a woman's cunt. To know what it's like as I clench my cunt around your shaft, gripping it, fucking it with my pussy as you thrust deeply in and out of me."

I was already gone...far gone. Her words sounding more like a dream than reality, a whisper on air reaching my ears, a breath of lust now bathing my cock as she took it inside her mouth once again, sucking it firmly. Her fingertip seeking, finding, and then caressing...and then white-hot molten lava suddenly bursting forth without my even sensing that it had.

"Oh...my...god!" I screamed out at the top of my lungs...and then held a single breath for what felt like an eternity.

**

I honestly don't recall her releasing my hands. Only when she finally pulled the blindfold away from my eyes did I suddenly realize I was no long bound. Almost immediately I rolled over, pinning her to the bed, kissing her fiercely. In doing so...I realized as did we both, this was our first kiss, our first real passionate kiss. Our tongues fenced and danced with one another repeatedly. I sucked her upper lip, she in turn then sucking mine, more tongues lapping away at one another as my hands now joined the dance, finding her breasts, tweaking her tender hard stiff nipples.

"Roll over," she breathed.

"What?"

"Roll over, onto your tummy, now it's my turn."

As stupid as this may sound, I double checked now that I could see, making sure she wasn't wearing some sort of strap-on or something. I was a virgin there too...well, in a way anyway, now that she had actually finger-fucked my ass.

"I'm going to fuck you, my way," she informed me. "Time for another couple of little ones...something to tide me over, work me up...juice me," she teased giggling. I had no clue of course, but did as she asked. Once again I felt her slide up and over me, now laying atop me, the press of her breasts digging sensually into my back. I had no idea that there were so many nerve endings there too, or that I could feel those delightful nipples of hers burrowing into me the way that they were.

And then she pushed herself, sliding against me, gyrating and sliding. Her cunt firmly mashed against my ass, I could feel her wetness leaving its mark. Felt the slick trail of her cunt as she slid up towards the small of my back, and then down again. Once again pressing, humping...grinding. She began to pant, now thrusting as though she did have a cock, as though she was using it to fuck me with as she fucked herself, her clit no doubt rubbing within the crack of my ass as she drove into me from behind, crying out her joy moments later.

"That's one," she sighed pleasurably. And then began doing it all over again.

**

By the time she had finished giving herself a second sweet little climax, she was ready. But then again, so was I.

"Are you ready for this? Are you sure?"

I'd never been more sure about anything before in my life...especially now, especially with her, and I told her so.

"I'll be gentle," she chuckled making me laugh, easing my nervousness and apprehension just a little. She then moved up straddling my torso, not as yet taking me, though certainly placing herself, resting against me. "How's that feel?"

"Heavenly," I answered back. Once again she laughed.

"You're not in heaven yet, not even through the pearly gates...yet, though you soon will be."

Pearly gates was right, slick wet, slippery pearly pettled gates. Once again she moved up, sliding against me. I felt my prick slip in between her lips, brushing against her clit as she slid up and down, once again teasing me with her slick cunt. Hearing the squishy sounds as she did that, cream turning to froth, bathing me in that hot essence as she mouthed my cock with her pussy, not as yet cunting it.

"You tell me when," she said simply. "And then just relax, once again let me fuck you for a moment...until you want to try fucking me."

"OK," I said feeling like my entire body was wired, every nerve ending I possessed ready to short circuit at a moment's notice here. And then..."I'm ready."

She had moved up, just as she'd been doing, allowing the lips of her pussy to kiss and suck at me. But as she began moving down again, this time I felt a slight difference, the angle of her positioning perhaps. I felt the head of my dick suddenly surrounded, she held still though only for a moment. "Feel that?"

I couldn't answer. One word and I'd have lost it. After all this...I would have fucking lost it.

"How about that?" She slid down a bit more, heat surrounding my cock in a way it never had before. I wanted to tell her to shut up, to quit talking, her words masturbating my cock almost as much as her hand and mouth had...and now, her cunt.

She moved up now instead, nearly uncunting me. I moaned, not in pleasure as much in frustration, though she fooled me again, driving back, impaling herself fully. I felt the entire length of my shaft spearing into her, spearing into her depths, the spongy soft, dripping hot fuck tunnel having just stolen...gladly and welcomely stolen my virginity.

"Ok baby...go ahead. Fuck me...see how it feels to finally fuck a woman."

Balls deep already, I pulled back, almost all the way out, and then slid into her again where she met me, thrusting downwards in greeting, meeting me more than half way, all the way...once again balls deep, flesh smacking flesh as I hilted her.

"Yes! Again!" She wailed. I slid out, and in...out, and in..."

"Fuck!" I cried out, "No! No! No!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" She answered back. "Give it to me Robbie! Give it to me...spurt baby spurt, let go...feel it, feel it...FEEL IT!"

I was feeling it indeed. I was feeling the intensity of my first ever orgasm blowing off inside a woman's cunt. The ecstasy and pleasure I now felt far surpassing anything I had ever known before. I could feel my cock lurching inside her, could almost see the spray of semen bathing the inside of her walls. The slickness of her cunt as she now rode me, pumping it out of me herself, something I was no longer coherent enough to do, simply overwhelmed me to the point that I lost track of myself and almost where I was.

I wanted to cry, laugh...both as I drew her close holding her against me. And said instead, "I'm sorry."

"Sorry for what? For coming so soon? For enjoying without being able to do anything about it, your first ever coital orgasm? Don't be absurd! That's the way the first one should be!" She informed me. "And keep in mind baby...it only gets better each time after that."

**

She was right. After we had both taken a breather, and actually relaxed a little, sipping some wine, calming down a bit, I was surprised when all she had to do was crawl back up into the bed, laying on her back, and spread her legs again. Like a draw bridge coming up...I rose to proportionate heights and then walked over with a shit-eating grin on my face.

"Round two?" she chuckled.

"Oh hell yes...and then maybe round three even!" I boasted.

"Yes well...we'll see. But maybe...just maybe," she winked.

This time it was basically a traditional fuck. Me on top, her on the bottom...good old missionary. And maybe it was...basic in that sense. But it was my first time once again, experiencing that. And boy did I!

Maybe it was partially the fact that this time I felt fully in control. Certainly had a hell of a lot more stamina, and duration. But there was something to be said about being the one to do most if not all of the work (which up until now, I hadn't been...though perhaps with good reason). Plunging in and out, taking my time, changing up things a little here and there, fast slow, deep...shallow, just experimenting, learning my way around. Bev just laid back, enjoying it...even when it was obvious I didn't know what the hell I was really doing, she seemed to get a kick out of it, enjoying herself, and quite frequently finding a way to escalate it, make it feel even better.

It wasn't long before the sweat was pouring off both of us. I had even rolled her over, now coming up from behind her in yet another traditional way, fucking her doggy-style, which I honestly and freely admit, soon turned into one of my favorite positions, and hers.

How I managed it, I don't know. But she actually came, hard...though telling me just before she did...that when she did, there might be an unexpected surprise waiting for me...as she did.

She was certainly right about that. But as I'd come to learn, come to love and appreciate about her, was her not holding back. That taught me something almost immediately. Giving yourself rather than wanting...or just taking, was very often even more pleasurable, more loving...and even more fun, than the actual orgasm itself. Not to say I didn't enjoy them when I did. Hell...I most certainly did. But watching her, feeling her...and now seeing her actually climax the way that she could, brought far more joy and pleasure to me than I ever realized it ever would.

Even when she sort of warned me what might happen just before it did, I didn't fully understand it, nor comprehend it. But damn that was fucking hot! As slippery wet as she'd been as we'd fucked now previously, it was as though a dam had burst somewhere up inside her. I slid in and out of her with a rapidity I didn't know I even possessed, listening to her words, her panting, that hot crazy way she had of vocalizing herself using vulgarity, that when being used like that, the way she did, just seemed to heighten and intensify everything else.

"Fuck my pussy you bastard!" She had first said after I'd been really pummeling her pretty hard there for a bit...though obviously not quite hard enough. "Harder you prick!" She demanded, goading me perhaps, though if anything...it worked. Somehow, someway, I found the strength and determination to plow into her, almost hoping to ram myself out the end of her mouth in doing so.

"That's it you precious fucker! Fuck me...fuck me harder...harder damn it! Harder! Because baby...I'm going to squirt all over you when I come!"

I only had the vaguest idea of what she meant by that. Hell I had seen the creamy, frothy side of things, and I had loved seeing that, loved tasting it! But I had NO idea! I was surprisingly hovering on the edge again myself, though I didn't hold out much hope of having the same intense sort of an orgasm I'd already had twice now. Not to mention spurting much of anything except air perhaps even when I did. But low and behold...fuck almighty, when she came...she wasn't kidding one iota about doing that. Wow...

"Oh baby...feel me baby, feel me come all over you!" She suddenly cried out, and then seconds later...began doing just that. Shit. Damn. Fuck! That was hot!

Her pussy...her cunt, just seemed to explode, all at once, all over everywhere, everything, all at once. Suddenly, this wet juicy spray just sort of pushed its way out of her cunt, with my dick still inside her. It forced itself out and around her, this cascade of almost clear fluid just bathing the two of us...along with the bed. And then amazingly, I joined her again! No, I didn't gush out gallons this time, it just wasn't there. But even then I managed a couple of pretty good spurts, and then just a nice throbbing pulsating continuation of spastic dick-throbbing delight as I held still there inside of her. Still feeling this wonderful wet continuation of liquid delight making its way down and over my shaft as she poured out her pleasure against each of us.

"Holy fucking shit!" She finally said rolling away, well out of the wet spot...hell, lake she'd created, as she did that. "God babe...it's been a while since I've had one quite that hard...thanks to you anyway!"

I was grinning from ear to ear...though I was also done in, toast, wasted, out of it. Finished. Even when she took me into her hand again, and waggled it about, it was as limp as a wet noodle.

"Good...he's happy and satisfied, as am I," she said kissing me once again. "Now...be a good boy and go blow out all the candles, and then come back to bed and sleep with me," she stated.

Another first. I had never spent the entire night in bed with a woman before. Doing that when I came back to bed and found her nearly asleep already, was nearly as good as the sex had been.

Well...not quite really. But almost.

**

She was giving me head when I woke.

"Ah...finally, I was beginning to wonder. Thought I'd killed you there for a moment," she told me.

"What time is it anyway?" I asked. I had to be to work at nine.

"Seven thirty," she informed me. "Why?"

And then I told her I had to work, that I'd best get up...get moving, take a shower. The scent of raw hungry sex still lingering in the air.

"Not before you fuck me again," she informed me. "At least a quickie...but not here either."

"Not here?"

"No...elsewhere within the house. Something I've always wanted to do, but never did."

"Which is?"

"Fuck in every single room. Every one of them. And this is a big house. Think you can handle that?"

"Today? Every room?"

She burst out laughing. "No silly! Not all at once, but how about once a day...a different room, think you can manage that much at least?"

"How about...two rooms?" I suggested confidently.

"Let's just stick with one for now, see how it goes," she informed me. "But...we might as well start off with the bathroom, kill two birds with one stone so to speak. Get you ready for work, and cross one room off the list."

We fucked, washed...and fucked some more. Even mapping out the rest of the house as we did that. Twelve rooms, not including the two now we'd managed to cross off the list, with the den not really counting yet. Twelve rooms, seven days before Danny returned home. Yeah, we'd have to double up a few times if we were going to accomplish doing that. But I was certainly game, if she was.

Neither one of us spoke of Danny's return though it was on both of our minds. We'd both mentally decided to enjoy what precious time we had...for as long as it lasted. Seven days at least. Seven days where I would mark down permanently those moments in my mind, to be savored and remembered for ever afterwards. Maybe...no, most likely, things would have to come to a screeching halt here. But until then, I was going to enjoy this...and hopefully Bev would too, as much as we possibly could.

"When do you get off work?" She asked as we both dressed, me in preparation for heading off to work here soon.

"I'll get home around ten...ten thirty," I told her. She handed me a key. "Wake me up if I'm still sleeping," she stated. "In the mean time, I'll be thinking about which room we should cross of the list next."

**

All I could think about was the way that tight sweet wet pussy felt around my shaft. I think I spent most of the night at work trying to hide my erection in fact. And oddly enough...maybe there's some truth to the fact that after people have had sex, they seem to act or feel differently, even glow some or something. Needless to say, Darlene, a cute gal who I'd actually asked out once before, though I'd been turned down, seemed friendlier towards me for some reason. Even flirting a bit, which was a bit of a surprise. She'd never done that before. We'd even shared a coke together during a break, something else we'd never done. What felt weird to me...was any other time, I'd have been euphoric over her doing that. Now...I felt like I was almost cheating on Bev, just sitting here sharing a laugh...a coke, and really nothing else. I was anxious to get home...

"Home," I suddenly thought. No...not home, Bev's place. I needed to remember that.

**

She certainly wasn't asleep when I came back to her place. She was up...waiting for me when I used my own key, entering through the back door. She was naked, sitting at the kitchen table.

"I have one more rule," she informed me.

"Oh? And what's that?" I asked enjoying the vision sitting there in front of me. I still had a hard-on too, I don't think it had ever completely gone away since the moment I'd left.

"I want to have kinky...naughty, dirty...even twisted sex, in every room, but the bedroom. There, we have semi-normal, loving, fun sort of dirty sex," she laughed.

"Sort of? Dirty sex?" I laughed back. "But really naughty, dirty, kinky...even twisted sex everywhere else correct?"

"Correct!" she laughed standing up. "Starting here," she then said climbing up onto her kitchen table. "Now...come fuck me baby. Fuck me right here on the table...but don't you dare come in me...that's for the bedroom. You tell me when you're about to, and then I'll tell you what it is you're going to do for me when you do."

After the incident with the coffee cup, I was ready for just about anything.

I was to find out, I really had no idea.

**

I was naked within seconds, looking at the prize as she draped herself onto the table, legs dangling down over the edge as I stepped up in between them...perfect height.

"Just remember...when you're close," she reminded.

"I know...tell you, and then?"

"You'll see....just promise me, you'll do it...no matter what."

"Ok, no matter what," I responded back. "When we're being kinky."

"Yes...kinky, and naughty."

I slid into her. Slick, tight...wet and wanton.

"Naughty, kinky...and dirty."

"Especially dirty," she answered back. "Fuck me...fuck me hard, nasty hard."

I fucked her nasty, and hard...and kinky. And she squirted, all over me, all over the table, and the floor...and I kept fucking her, watching her cum, feeling her cum, hearing her scream out her pleasure. And then that was too much for me...I had to come too, come with her.

She pulled me away then off and away from her, though holding my hand leading me. "Hurry," she demanded...and then surprised me stepping outside the back door. I attempted to follow, but she stopped me, closing the screen door. Pressing herself up against it from outside. "Now do it!"

"What?"

"Jerk off...squirt on me...through the screen. Hurry!"

"Jesus! Bev!"

"I said kinky...naughty, dirty...think I was kidding?"

No...she obviously wasn't, and then suddenly it felt that way...it was, and I was excited beyond belief. She pressed herself so hard against the screen, I knew there'd be imprints in her breasts, her nipples trying to bore holes making even bigger ones. I stood, jacking myself off, pressing my dick tip against the screen too, almost as though trying to force it through, to rub myself against her tits, her nipples.

"Make it cum...make it squirt," she demanded once again. "Let me see it...let me watch it try to reach me!"

I came, I splurged, I squirted. Most of it not going anywhere, caught in the tiny holes of her screen door, even though she managed to come away with a bit of it clinging to her tits anyway.

"Damn what a mess!" I concluded, looking at the copious amount of sperm now clogging up a goodly portion of her door. She opened it stepping in.

"Yeah...it is," she giggled back taking my hand leading me towards the hallway and upstairs to the bedroom.

"What about...that?" I said looking back.

"What about it?" She said. "I was planning on cleaning the entire kitchen tomorrow anyway, might as well do the doors too while I'm at it." And with that, we headed upstairs for what she called a more normal lovemaking session.

Shit...that was pretty kinky too!

**

Three days and five rooms later, I had lost seven pounds. Mom had even commented on it, worried that I had perhaps been working too hard. Dad just reached up rustling my hair, told mom to quit worrying about me, told her he figured I had a girlfriend. Which was one of the reasons I hadn't been coming home at night, nor home much at all, only long enough to change into a new set of clothes. If he only knew...he wouldn't be smiling as much. Though I was starting to not smile nearly as much myself. We only had four more days together before Danny came home again.

**

We were going to try for three today. Mainly because I had the entire day off. And that meant we'd have a little time for recovery at least...between rooms.

"Ok, so which room first?" I asked curiously. I had to laugh. Bev had actually drawn out a reasonable looking floor-plan to scale, and had now checked off all the rooms we'd done anything in, along with a short brief note about what we'd done, how we'd done it...and how she'd made me cum in each one of them.

"The laundry and downstairs bathroom is next," she informed me. Jeffry had never entirely finished off the basement, though he'd been going to before the divorce came. As such, the room itself was still partially joined, one large open area, with laundry and a semi-finished downstairs bathroom. As such...we were only counting it as one single room. We headed downstairs...naked of course, no reason not to be at this point, now more comfortable being around her naked than dressed in many ways. And not looking forward to the time when I wouldn't...or couldn't be.

She sat down on the toilet the moment we entered the room. "I need to pee first," she announced. So far this was something we hadn't done. "You ah...need me, want me to ah...give you some privacy?" I asked.

"No...what I do want you to do...is come over here, stand between my legs...and pee with me."

This one definitely was the definition of all three. Dirty, naughty...and certainly kinky. "I don't think I need to," I told her trying to beg off. Not that I was squeamish about doing that really...not like we were going to pee on one another or anything either, wasn't like that. But I didn't think I could...not in front of her.

"At least try," she said coaxing me over. I figured hell, if nothing else I could at least stand there and pretend to try to, even as she went. If I didn't...well then, shouldn't come as any big surprise or major disappointment when I couldn't. I stood between her legs looking down as she began to tinkle...just a tiny bit. "Well? I'm trying to hold it...waiting for you," she spoke.

Maybe it was the running water thing, or in this case, hearing her start to. To my surprise I found that I could...and then did, though aiming as carefully as I could between her legs as she spread them a bit wider, now truly beginning to pee herself. "Splash it against mine," she told me.

"You'll get wet, we'll get wet," I amended.

"It's only pee silly...you, me...us? You think that's worse than the fluids we've exchanged? And besides, we'll wash one another up afterwards. Now quit being a prude...piss on my piss!"

It was a silly game, but it was an erotic one too. We mingled piss together, and yes it splashed, and soaked us both. But as she said, we washed one another up afterwards, and then she had me sit in the sink, though it was slightly uncomfortable as I did that, wedged in nearly so tight I could hardly move. And then she took out a toilet paper roll, and then she removed the paper core from it.

"What are you doing?"

"Just this," she said, as she took out what appeared to be a massive jar of Vaseline, taking from it an enormous amount of goop from it, and stuffing that inside the middle. She then grinned at me.

"You can't be serious!"

"Oh...but I am!" she announced, and then slid most of it, though not all of it over the length of my shaft, it was still a bit too tight, even with the extra goop...but she managed to jerk me off with it any way. I came, ropes of sperm splashing against her breasts, her pussy as she finished me off using the toilet paper roll. And then she sat down on the toilet seat once again, and masturbated herself using what was left of the sticky, gooey roll.

**

Bev crossed the room off her homemade map as we sat at the small kitchen table collecting ourselves after our somewhat kinky little escapade downstairs.

"Where to next?" I wondered surprised that I could already be feeling aroused once again. Admittedly...I hadn't expected to find this as exciting as it was when we'd began doing this. But now, I found myself looking more and more forward to it. The downside of course being, the fewer and fewer rooms we had left to explore one another in, meant our time was running out too.

"The storage room," she said looking at her map. We had actually argued about this one, not really an argument perhaps, but a discussion whereby I didn't feel a storage room actually qualified as being a "room", but Bev had insisted it was. At first I couldn't imagine being able to do much of anything in there as cramped as it was. I was about to find out just how wrong I was about that soon after.

She had already straightened it up to some extent, giving us a bit more room on the floor. In addition, Bev had previously placed a nice thick quilt down, something for us to sit, and then lay down on as I figured her intent to be. She closed the door behind us, and then stood waiting for me to get situated down on the floor. Overhead a single light bulb gave us light, which she turned off by pulling on the dangling chain hanging beneath it. We were in total darkness.

I chuckled, unable to help myself. She laughed back. "Remind you of something?" She asked.

It did actually. I think all kids at one time or another sit in dark closets curious about sexual matters. It took me back to that in a strange sort of way. It was the first time I had ever kissed another girl in fact, sitting on the floor of her bedroom closet, unable to see a single thing as we did that. Remembering that moment, I tentatively reached out looking for her, though of course she was sitting right there in front of me. Having to feel for her face, though quickly finding it...I leaned forward searching her out with my lips, kissing her passionately.

"That's why I wanted to do this," she finally said after breaking off one of many very sensual erotic kisses. "So we could see one another with our hands, fingers...our minds, and not just our eyes," she informed me. "I want us to explore one another like that, from head to toe not leaving out a single solitary place as we do that."

She went first, having me lay down on my tummy where she proceeded to touch me with her hands and fingers beginning with my head, slowly working her way down. Bev teased the muscles in my back, my arms and shoulders and then finally caressed and fondled my ass. I shivered excitedly, the darkness concealing her magic hands as she continued. I felt the press of her finger as it momentarily explored, teased and stimulated my ass hole, though she didn't insert her fingers or go beyond that this time. Moving down my legs, she tenderly stroked those and then my toes, finally making me roll over where she worked her way back up again. Once again, she only briefly lingered over my very hard cock and tight balls; back up my chest to my face. Here she ran her fingers lightly and tenderly over my chin, lips...my nose and then caressed my ears playfully rolling them between her fingertips. By the time she had finished running her hands through my hair again, I felt like Jell-O.

"Ok, my turn," she announced quickly exchanging places with me. She was right about one thing, I was seeing her in a whole new light...or rather no light, but the experience was unbelievable. I saw and felt her body in ways I hadn't felt it, even while looking at it as I did before. Now, I felt and better understood the contours of her shape, the flair of her sensual hips, the indentation of her knees. Simple things, but things I now knew about her so intimately that I hadn't contemplated knowing before. I ran my fingers over her somewhat flattened breasts when she rolled over onto her back. I traced the edges of each slope, fingering the fullness of them as I lifted them up in my hands cupping them into cones, stroking upwards towards her nipples and then lingering there for a bit on each. I too had probed and teased her ass, finding delight in doing so, an erotic thrill of the unknown for me, surprised to find I had wanted to explore that even more.

As though reading my mind, after I had finished "looking" at her with my hands and fingers, she spoke almost in a whisper, still breathless...obviously aroused.

"Fuck me...fuck my ass," she announced surprising me.

"Are you sure?" I asked, though now very much excited at the prospect, and then thinking..."we don't have anything to properly lubricate you up with." She laughed hearing that.

"We'll find something...in here," she told me. I was about to suggest we turn on the light in order to do so, but she made a game out of that as well. "Check on the shelf to your right," she stated. "I'm pretty sure we'll find something there."

I fumbled around for a moment in the dark, passing by the obvious, some cans and then finding a plastic jar, opening it, which we both then smelled. "Honey," I announced.

"Put that one off to the side, if we need to...we can use that, though we'd both be awfully sticky if we do."

We searched through several more jars and cartons, finding a jar of peanut butter, quickly discarding that. Even the honey would have been preferred to that one. Bev finally stumbled into a can of lard, which we likewise set off to the side as a possibility until I found a large container of vegetable oil.

"That'll work!" She giggled excitedly. "Perfectly!"

I could only imagine the mess we were making, but even that became erotic and sensual as we spent time smearing it over one another, in particular over her luscious ass as we became slick and slippery with our vegetable oil coatings. And even once we were, once we were ready for what was coming next, we took our time being playful. The sounds her hands made, and mine as we probed and continued to play with one another there in the darkness was decadent...obscene. The slick "squishy" sounds our hands made, especially hers as she worked and jacked my cock, reveling in making as much sound as she possibly could. As I then did to her, fingering her already slick cunt, made more so by the addition of some additional oil.

"I'm so fucking hot...and horny. So whenever you're ready," she soon said after spending such a delightful time with her being naughty like this.

"Ready whenever you are," I responded back, her hand still gripping my hard shaft, almost reluctant to release it.

"I'm ready...more than!" She laughed a bit nervously. "And just so you know...it's been a while, a long while," she paused. "So it might be better if you let me sit on you, that way I can more or less control things for a bit. After I have gotten used to the feel of you, perhaps then we can try it in another position. But for starters at least..."

I agreed with her. This was another first for me for one thing. I was about to fuck a woman's ass for the first time in my life, unchartered territory once again. I didn't have any real idea as to the mechanics of this either, not knowing what to expect...or even do. So Bev's suggestion about being on top initially, was perfectly fine with me.

"We'll try this," she continued. "After which, I can spin around, and then we can turn around perhaps if you'd like trying it in a different position."

At first, I didn't think there was any way in hell. If I could feel a little discomfort, even with the slippery lubrication, then she certainly could. I felt a bit of pressure, though it lasted only for a moment, and then suddenly, I felt the head of my dick slipping inside past the outer ring. "Hmm," she moaned and then held still allowing herself to become accustomed no doubt to the unfamiliar intrusion. "Keep holding still," she again near whispered as I felt her push a bit more, suddenly slipping inside her quite easily after that. I knew within moments she'd impaled herself entirely on the length of my shaft, once again holding her breath for a moment, and then sighing again. "God that feels good...been so long!" She finally breathed.

And it did too! Entirely different, certainly far tighter than when I'd been inside her pussy, more like the sensation of her hand when she gripped me so hard on previous occasions, stroking me...which she now began doing, with her ass.

"How's that?"

"Fucking tight!"

"Not too tight?"

"No!" I groaned pleasurably. "Just right! Fuck this feels good!"

"Yes it does," she murmured now moving slowly, though continuously up and down, though she giggled.

"What?"

"You're still stiff as a board," she informed me, which I then realized I was, laying there immobile. "You can play with my tits now...I'd like that."

I relaxed, reaching up quickly finding those magnificent orbs in the dark, filling my hands with them once again kneading and caressing her soft pliant tit flesh.

"Go ahead Robbie...fuck me now, fuck me hard, nice and hard...the same way you do to my cunt," she told me. As I did, I could feel her reach down as she began frigging her clit, playing with it as my cock slid easily in and out of her ass now, her boobs still toys to enjoy as we did that, the feel of her wonderful hard nipples as I pulled on each, twisting and yanking on them with my fingers.

"Where do you...want me...to..."

"Where else? In my ass silly! I want to feel your cum spurting in my ass when you cum," she finished for me. "I want to feel it dripping out afterwards, running down between my legs. So pour it into me sweetheart," she said almost lovingly. "Spurt that hot fucking joy juice into my tight hot little ass!" She then flavored with a bit more obscenity as her lust once again took over her pleasure.

And I was only too happy to comply. As tight as her ass was, and as good as it felt, I knew without any doubt by the speed and intensity of our coupling, I wouldn't certainly last forever...not at this rate. But she too was already riding on the crest of her own orgasmic wave, her hand still slapping, frigging her clit furiously, which I could feel her do as she rode me.

"Come with me baby," she soon announced. "Let me feel it...feel you filling my ass with all that hot naughty cream!" She was near begging, which pretty much triggered it. I lurched, thrusting up hard inside her, spearing her, and then grabbed her hips holding on, holding her still for a moment as I simply concentrated on that first powerful jettison of my spunk deep inside her bowels.

"Oh fuck! Fuck! Here it comes! Here it comes! Here...it...comes!"

It was for me at least, one of the most intense orgasms I had ever had. There in the dark, feeling...sensing the deep pulsating squirt of my cock inside her, almost imagining the spray of my spunk filling her ass, I came...and came...and came some more. Crying out, thrusting now, plunging into her depths as she joined me, calling out...screaming out my name almost hysterically in the throes of her own climatic bliss.

"Yes Robbie yes! Come baby, fill me...squirt, squirt, squirt! Fill my ass baby! Fill my fucking ass!"

**

By the time we had showered and finished washing off all the oil still coating our bodies, we were both famished.

"Let's order pizza!" Bev suggested, which sounded fine to me. The way I felt at the moment, I could have eaten a large one all by myself after all the energy we'd expended so far today. "Twenty minutes...or it's free!" She then laughed after hanging up. "Start the clock!"

She was still naked, though we both were, sitting there on the couch still somewhat collecting ourselves there in the living room all the while keeping an eye out for the delivery guy.

"Fifteen minutes," I announced glancing at my watch. "One of us better put something on, he should be here any time now."

"Why?" She chuckled. "Always wanted to do this," she informed me as just then we saw lights pulling into the drive. I took a quick peek out the window, confirming my suspicions.

"You're crazy!" I said as she prepared herself, remaining naked, though her wallet was near the door.

"Yes...sexy crazy, and loving every minute of it too," she smiled looking back over her shoulder towards me, one hand on the door knob waiting to turn it...and no doubt, shock whoever the person was that was coming to the door.

We heard the knock, she hesitated only for a moment, and then opened the door. I was sitting back well within the room pretty much out of sight, even if she opened it up fully. From the side, I saw the surprise on her face, and knew there must have been a similar one on the other side of the door as she stood there.

"Wow...ok, that'll be....ah, that'll be fifteen ninety-five," the woman's voice spoke. I burst out laughing...of all people, it was a female delivery driver.

"Ah sure...Bev said taking the pizza, handing her a twenty. "Keep the change for your ah...troubles," she finished sounding slightly embarrassed now, though I was still giggling hysterically sitting there on the couch. It was all one sided from my perspective, I could only imagine...but it was still funny as hell. I was a little surprised when Bev stepped out slightly for a moment, still holding onto the pizza. More was said, though I couldn't hear what was, just a bit of additional laughter coming from each one of them. And then she stepped back inside closing the door. "Well...that was certainly interesting," she exclaimed. "And totally unexpected too!"

"No kidding, who'd have thought?" I continued to laugh. "What else did she say? How did she act when she saw you standing there in the altogether anyway?"

"Well...after the initial shock obviously, she simply grinned. But then, just before she left, she told me she thought I had great tits, and then asked me if she could touch one of them."

"No shit! Really?"

"Yeah really...that's when I stepped out a bit so that she could."

"So she actually did then? She touched your breast?'

Bev giggled, actually blushing a little as she walked over towards me finally setting down the hot fresh pizza on the coffee table. "Yeah, just briefly...but she did, fingered the nipple for a moment with the tip of her finger, and then leaned over and kissed it."

"Fucking A! And here I was...sitting here while she did that! Damn!"

"Oh you like the thought of that do you?" Bev teased. "What is it about men seeing two women together anyway? And then when we even mention the same thing from our side, all the guys suddenly get squeamish and want to hide!"

She had a point there, but I was still suddenly turned on again...though still hungry as the aroma of the pizza reached me. "Still...wish I had seen that," I sulked teasingly. To which she just laughed, poured us both a wine and winked at me.

"Eat your pizza," she said. "Because after it gets dark here...you're gonna be eating me, outside on the porch!"

**

Once again, wasn't exactly sure that her connected, semi-enclosed porch counted as a room, but she had said early on...she'd always wanted to do something outside there, but never had. It was obviously way to open for one reason. The street busy enough that cars were constantly traveling up and down it, not to mention the flow of foot traffic as well, people walking their dogs...or strolling down to the corner store on foot rather than driving. It had always been that way, constantly busy, especially during the summer months. So I saw no real way to safely do anything out there without attracting attention.

She did have one thing that we didn't have around our front porch, and that was a two-foot rock wall surrounding it, which had been put in for decorative purposes only. "Don't worry...no one will know, no one will see us," she assured me. "After its dark, we'll crawl out the front door, staying below the rock wall, and lay there below it."

Though I could see that, and perhaps agree with remaining unseen provided we were careful, there was still some element of danger that someone could stop by, walk up the steps to the porch, and catch us. We wouldn't have time to do anything if anyone did. Nor pretend we weren't doing...what we would be, if they did.

"That's part of the fun and excitement isn't it?" She asked me. "The danger? The risk of getting caught?"

Maybe it was in a way...but the real risk for both of us, was the fact my own parents lived next door to us. And not that mom or dad came over very often, but they had...if mom needed to borrow this or that, she'd always either sent me...or dad over to get it. I could just see him walking up to her porch, and find me there, balls deep inside my best friend's mother's cunt.

"Who knows? What if he did? Maybe he'd want to join us?" She asked me.

"Eeuuw!" I remarked, just the thought of that driving away my partial erection. "Ok, that's kinky...but even too kinky for me," I informed her.

"But seeing me with another woman...is perfectly fine though right?"

I laughed..."Yeah, just so long as it isn't my mom...that would be a bit too much too," I also stated.

She threw the seat cushion at me, which I ducked, though she hit me with a second one a moment later.

"Men!" She said.

"Women!" I responded back.

"Come eat me!"

"Whenever you're ready," I said hungrily.

**

We had turned out all the lights inside the house, but even then the lights from the lampposts out near the sidewalk still illuminated things quite a bit. The danger of stepping outside the door where there was no real concealment, until reaching the small rock wall surrounding the porch was brief...but risky. I had even suggested just wearing robes, stepping out, and then ducking down behind the wall. Bev vetoed that however, reminding me that anyone seeing us even doing that would raise suspicions. Her suggestion simply being...we crawled out close to the bottom of the door, naked...and then over behind the wall. Being naked from the get-go was part of the excitement and danger for her. For me too I guess, though I was far more fearful that one of the neighbors would still see us, if even by accident. With the darkness though, it was highly unlikely that I'd be recognized if I was, though that didn't help much in alleviating my nervousness.

"Come on chicken," Bev said goading me. "Let's go get nasty together!" Without giving me much of an option, she quickly ducked out the front door, and then almost on all fours, scrambled the few feet over to the semi-enclosed porch area. I kept watch through the door, looking about, but didn't see anyone who might have seen her do that. Ensuring no cars were coming at the moment, and that no one happened to be walking along the street close enough to see anything, I soon followed, reaching her seconds later.

"Can't believe we just did that," I said toppling down beside her on yet another thick quilt she'd brought out earlier for a bit of padded comfort.

"Fun huh?" she said sneakily, shushing me even then as we heard the sound of voices passing by on the sidewalk. "And try not to get too enthusiastic when you cum," she giggled softly. "Or at the very least, wait to cum when no one is walking by here."

"Well I'd say that depends a lot on what you're doing to me at the time," I joked back with her, though I had every intention of keeping whatever pleasure or enjoyment I felt as quiet as I possibly could, no matter how good it felt.

"Come here stud....come lick my pussy," she said motioning to me to slide between her already stretched out legs, bent at the knee, which I quickly checked to ensure that weren't poking up above the small rock wall we were hiding behind. Ensured no one could see us, I quickly did just that, snuggling comfortably between her legs, enjoying the scent and taste of her delicious cunt as I proceeded to devour her.

"Oh yeah, that's it baby...lick my pussy, suck my cunt and finger it while you eat me!" She moaned a bit louder than I felt comfortable with, but I continued doing so as she moaned a bit more softly after that. Bev was so slick, almost as slippery and wet as she'd been with the oil as I continued to lap away at her precious hard clit, alternating between sucking it directly, and just flicking it with the tip of my tongue. She had reached up with her hands, pulling my head even more forcefully into her, mashing her pussy against my face, gyrating and pressing herself against me. "Keep going baby, don't stop...don't you dare fucking stop!" She again spoke loudly again, just as I again heard the sound of voices talking, passing by. A dog barked, barked again obviously picking up on our presence, though I cautioned her to be more quiet as we obviously had company. "I don't fucking care! Suck it babe...suck it! Suck my clit, make me cum!" she actually cried out. I heard a snicker as the dog barked once more.

"Come on boy...come on," the strangers voice said obviously pulling the dog away. "No one's being hurt fella...they're just having fun."

I didn't dare look up in any effort or attempt to see who it might have been, had I recognized them. Bad enough that if they lived anywhere close by in the neighborhood, they'd have a pretty good idea of the woman who was living here, being Bev. And especially with her having more of a modest, straight-laced personality that most knew her of having, except now for me of course.

"They heard you," I laughed snickering.

"Sorry, couldn't help myself," Bev apologized though not really meaning it. "It just felt too fucking good to try and keep quiet," she emphasized reaching out for my hard stiff cock. "Think you can?"

"I'm certainly going to try," I shot back as she rolled me over.

"Well...we'll just see about that then, because I'm about to give you my all time, super-duper world class blow-jobs!"

I think when I came...every damn dog in the entire neighborhood was howling.

**

We had two rooms, and two days to go before Danny came home again. One of those rooms I still wasn't sure about. Danny's room, and had already told Bev that twice. There was just something inside my head that bothered me about fucking his own mother in his room. Bad enough I was fucking her to begin with, but that to me at least, would be like pouring salt into an open wound.

"Let's just play that one by ear then," she had told me. "Save it for last, and see how it goes." So far, we had done that, leaving the next to last room being the guest bedroom downstairs. At least this time, we would be in a bed again. Though knowing Bev, there was no telling what she'd still want or expect me to do even then.

Since I did have to work, I wouldn't make it back to her place until around three. I was just finishing up, preparing to head out when she called.

"On time?" She asked.

"Leaving in a few minutes," I assured her. "Why?"

"Because I have a surprise for you for one thing, and didn't want it to be ruined if something had come up. Secondly...I also need you to promise me something."

"What?" I asked curiously.

"Well...when you get here, just come in...you'll know where I'll be, waiting for you. But you have to promise me you won't call out, won't say anything...not one single word, so promise me."

"Why?"

"Just promise me Robbie, say you will. I promise you...it will be worth it if you do."

I promised her I wouldn't. Promised I'd come in and not say a single word, though she hadn't said I had to be quiet coming in either, that part wasn't important, only that I not say anything...so I agreed, though I was highly curious, and now excited as hell knowing her.

I got there in plenty of time too, five minutes to three, just as I told her I would be. Letting myself in with the use of my key, I quickly headed downstairs, surprised to find her waiting for me in the hallway, naked...and with her finger at her lips, once again reminding me of my promise. All I could do was raise my eyebrows at her questioningly as she motioned for me to join her there in the doorway. When I did...I couldn't believe my eyes.

There was another woman, also naked...lying in her bed, wearing the same blindfold I had. She wasn't bound however, totally free to move about, but she obviously was content to lay there...with the blindfold on at least.

The problem for me was...I knew her! It was Darlene, the girl I sometimes worked with from the office, the same girl I had asked out, though turned down. The same girl I had recently had a nice pleasant lunch with, and who for some odd-ball reason had even flirted with me, when she hadn't done so before. Here she now was...naked, laying in bed. I had in fact spoken to her earlier that morning. She had told me she had taken the afternoon off having an appointment. I'd assumed she had some sort of doctor's appointment or something, not that she had an appointment to come here, let alone be laying here naked when she did.

I broke my promise, though whispering in Bev's ear. "That's Darlene," I said wondering how the hell.

"Yeah, the pizza delivery girl from last night...wait, how'd you know her name anyway?"

I motioned for Bev to follow me back outside the room again, which she agreed nodding her head, but not before speaking to Darlene first.

"Be right back sweetie...he's here, just like I promised he would be, but he's obviously got questions...so just hang tight, and we'll be right back...and then we can have some fun!"

Bev followed me a bit further down the hallway so we could at least speak quietly without being overheard.

"What?" She asked. "And how do you know her name anyway?"

So I told her that we actually worked together, though I had no clue that she also delivered pizza three times a week at night as a further way to earn a little extra money while putting herself through school.

Bev thought it was funny. I didn't...not so much.

"How the hell did she end up here anyway?" I now asked.

And then Bev briefly told me how she'd suddenly gotten the idea there at the door, told the girl if she was "interested" in doing anything, to call her the following morning, which she did. She then told Darlene, how if she was interested in being with her "too", that part of the deal would be to be a surprise for her boyfriend in doing that. But...she didn't want Darlene knowing who her boyfriend was, hence the blindfold. But if she was willing to go along with that, she promised it would be wild, and a lot of fun. Curiously enough, it was also a long held fantasy of Darlene's to be made love to by a complete and total stranger. And with the assurance from Bev that I wasn't some sort of psychotic weirdo-freak or something...she was more than willing to go along with it. As long of course, as she and Bev had a little fun themselves. She had admitted to Bev early that morning, she was indeed bi-sexual, and enjoyed men and women equally as much.

But now...with me knowing who Darlene was, I wasn't sure this was such a good idea any more.

"Nonsense!" Bev stated. "This is even more interesting and fun now because of that. She'll never know it's you for one thing...provided you keep your mouth shut like I told you. And two...you get to see two women together, isn't that something you said you've fantasized about and always wanted to see?"

There was no denying the fact it was. And there wouldn't be a better opportunity for me than this one. And...I did like Darlene, though I wasn't about to tell Bev I'd gone so far as to ask her out, though turned down at the time as I had been. So the risk was...in her finding out it was me. I was definitely going to keep my fucking mouth shut if we actually went through with this.

"Ok, come on then...lets go back in and treat her to a little double-up of pleasure, and then take things from there."

I quickly took my clothes off, and then just stood there for a moment watching her as Bev climbed up into the bed next to Darlene. In seconds, they were caressing one another, hands, fingers and lips everywhere at once. I stood with a raging hard-on.

"Fuck me!" I thought. "This is crazy!" And though it was, and though it was indeed dangerous even perhaps...I now looked on at Bev in a whole new way as well. She was doing this not only for herself...but for me. And now I wanted her even more badly than I ever did before.

**

I was still nervous as hell...doing this, though obviously with Darlene's permission. Problem was, would she have gone along with doing this knowing it was me? Probably not...though even knowing that, somehow made all of this that much more exciting in a strange way too.

And it also told me something else about Darlene, actually...a lot of something's about Darlene, I would never have guessed about her. The least of which was her obvious bi-sexuality. Watching her and Bev together, long before I joined them was hot as hell. Darlene obviously loved playing with Bev's tits...and was doing so, just as Bev was of course enjoying herself as she played with Darlene's much smaller, slightly perkier tits. And who'd have thought that one either? That Bev too had a curious side to her nature, and had for quite some time now, been wanting to explore this. Though up until now as I later learned, that opportunity had never really presented itself.

"So...is he here watching us?" Darlene asked sucking playfully on one of Bev's hard extended nipples as she asked that.

"Oh yeah...he's watching, and enjoying it. You should see how hard his dick is!" She told her.

"Wish I could," she laughed pleasurably. "But at least I'll still get to feel it...yes?"

"Yes of course...and maybe next time, if there is a next time...I'll let you take the blind fold off!"

"Next time?" I thought to myself. "Yeah right...fat chance. There was no doubt in my mind at least, this would most likely be the first and last time we ever did anything like this, let alone including Darlene again, even if we did. Which I simply couldn't see happening under the circumstances. Something I again didn't wish to think about. Right now, all I did want to think about was this...watching them, and eventually joining in with them when I was too fucking horny not to.

"That would be nice too," Darlene commented. "But right now...I have to admit, I'm enjoying this, quite exciting really, not knowing who "he" is...or what he even looks like. But having met you...I'm pretty sure he's damn attractive as well."

"Oh yes...he is, and he does have one hell of a gorgeous hard cock!" She added. "Now...would you like to feel it? And touch it with me?" she then asked. "I'm sure he'd love having you and I licking up and down his shaft together, how's that sound?"

"It sounds...fucking hot!" Darlene stated, once again surprising me not only with her words, but her sultry tone of voice. God...if she only knew.

I soon after climbed into bed with the two of them, and then lay back taking delight as they both immediately went to work, playing with my cock. Darlene took her time exploring me with her other senses, a reminder of what Bev and I had likewise done in the kitchen pantry area. So I had some sense of what she herself was experiencing and going through as she fondled and sucked me that way.

I almost envied her as hot as that had been. But...I was also enjoying myself tremendously, watching the two of them, feeling their lips and tongues as they licked and sucked up and down my shaft.

"I'd love watching him fuck you now sweetie. Would you like that? Would you like to feel that nice hard big cock of his inside your pussy? While you're licking mine?"

"Oh yes! Yes! I would!" Darlene moaned anxiously as Bev guided her into position, with her ass up in the air now, just near the edge of the bed so I could stand up behind her while she in turn began earnestly licking Bev's cunt.

In a way...I wish we had gotten pictures. It might have been interesting one day to see Darlene's expression, showing them to her. But I knew that was never going to happen...thus content to at least secretly know I had fucked her, and that she had licked my cock...even though she would never know that she had.

We spent the next two hours fucking and sucking one another to our hearts content, in just about every conceivable position imaginable. At the end, I had stood with the two of them jerking me off together, kneeling there on the bed, working my cock back and forth between their respective tits until I had showered them both in a nice milky white spray of cream, saturating each one of them.

Finally exhausted, drained...Bev escorted me back outside and up the stairs again, me leaving first. "Go home, shower...spend some time with your parents," she told me. And then come back later so that you and I can spend the rest of the night together...in my room.

"What about Darlene?" I asked quietly, curiously...to which she smiled.

"Well...as I promised her, I'm now going back and pussy-fuck with her until we both climax again. After that, I'll send her home...with the promise perhaps that maybe...just maybe, should the opportunity ever again present itself like it did today, that we might one day do this again."

I started to say something, but Bev shushed me, and then pushed me, telling me to leave. "Come back after dinner," she told me. "I'll be waiting for you."

**

One more day really. One more day, so I had likewise taken it off, this time pretending and calling in sick. Danny would be back on Saturday sometime, so that meant that for us at least, this was to be the last full day we would ever have together, and more than likely, the last day we would ever be together as well. Neither one of us had really talked about it, more wishfully speaking, but clearly accepting the truth. Our time together was coming to an end...and with it, the most erotic, sensual experience of my life. I had lost my virginity to the perfect woman in the perfect way. At least I had that as a memory that would never, ever fade.

"Last room," she had told me as we stood there looking inside at it together. It was again a reminder to me that things would soon be over between us. And though I wished that it wasn't, I also knew as I stood there that I still couldn't fuck my best friend's mother inside his own bedroom. It just wasn't going to happen.

So we compromised.

With one foot inside the door, I lifted Bev up, pinning her to the edge of the doorway inside the frame. Using that as support, I was able to lift her weight easily, also strong enough in doing so. Thus we stood there, half in his room, half in the hall, Bev's legs wrapped around my torso, my cock buried deeply inside her, fucking here there against and within the door standing up.

It was surprisingly, a very pleasurable experience, as well as extremely exciting too. Feeling her sliding down over me, the slickness of that amazing pussy, bathing my cock in her sweet tasting cream, feeling her climax, feeling her let go...saturating my own dick in her spending as I in turn flooded her passage with a torrent of cream was beyond words.

"So..."

"So. We did it," she stated. "We managed to fuck in every single room of the house...and then some."

"Yes we did, and I wish we could do it all over again too," I admitted to her.

"So do I...but we can't...you know that."

"I know," I said feeling forlornly already, though we still had an entire night ahead of us, our last night...together in her bed.

It was again a long night, with neither one of us getting much sleep. We made love, slowly...sensually, passionately for perhaps the last time. Bev went so far as to say that maybe we could...on occasion, go someplace, meet...be together. But I knew she was only saying that as a way to make things easier on us both. After that, there would be excuses...reasons why it couldn't and would never happen again. I'd already come to accept that, more so in not getting my hopes up. We had finally fallen asleep together with my cock still buried snuggly and comfortably inside her sweet ass.

**

I returned home in the morning, neither one of us knowing for sure what time Danny might be arriving. Shortly after noon I heard the all too familiar sound of his car pulling up into the drive. Surprisingly, as I watched him get out, he headed immediately over here rather than going inside to his own home first. I met him at the door, with a welcoming smile on my face.

"Hey buddy! Good to see you again!" He said giving me one of his patented friendly hugs. "And man...do I have something to tell you!" He then added conspiratorially, pulling me outside so that no one could over hear him when he did. "Guess what?"

"What?" I said lamely.

"I'm no longer a virgin!"

Now...was not the time.

"Wow! Really? Who?"

"Girl I met...at the university...which is one of the reasons I went up there to spend the time with my dad. Wanted to have a look around, see the place...which is where I met her, at a party. Man Robbie, she's something...really amazing."

As anxious and excited as he had looked when he'd first come over to the door, I now saw an entirely different expression come into his eyes.

"Sounds like it," I said prompting him. "What else is going on?"

"Well...that's the hard part Robbie boy," he said, which is a term he'd always used whenever he was about to get really serious. "I've decided to go up there to school. I really like it, and of course...having now met someone I also really like...well."

"So...you're going away then. When?"

"In a week. I'm just back to pack up my things before heading back. Next semester starts then, so I'll be heading back right away. But hey...don't be too sad about it, if you decide you'd like to start school again yourself, you can always come up and share an apartment, or even a dorm with me. And besides...I'll certainly come back as often as I can...spring break maybe, certainly over Christmas, the holidays and the like."

"What about your mom? What do you think she'll say or think about this?"

"Yeah...not looking forward to that, to telling her I made my decision. You know how she is about dad, thinking he's such a bad influence on me and all that. I'm sure she'll initially take it hard...but hell, maybe with me out of the way...she'll hook up with someone, start having some sort of sex-life again even," he blushed a bit awkwardly having said that. "I get the feeling Robbie boy, that the main reason she hasn't done that...is because of my being there. Maybe now she can finally go out, meet somebody, and start having her own life once again without having to worry about me."

I smiled at that...my insides turning circles.

"I will miss you my friend," I told him honestly. "But I really am happy for you. Now...go home, have a chat with your mom, I know she's anxious to see you. And then later, when you can...come back, we'll go out screw around for a while, and you can tell me all the juicy details how my very best friend finally lost his cherry!"

**

Nearly two weeks later I was laying there in bed with Bev's head nestled in the crook of my arm. She was still toying with my spent dick, my cream still coating my cock, which she now used to further entice and stimulate me again with.

"You're insatiable...you know that?" I told her.

"Like you're complaining," she said waggling my cock back and forth in her hand like the tail of a happy dog. "And besides...I have a surprise for you."

"What? Another one?"

She giggled, excitedly. "Darlene's coming over tomorrow night again," she informed me. "How's that sound?"

I had to honestly think about that. "Blindfolded again?"

"Only in the beginning. I promised her this time, I'd finally let her see who you were, told her she'd be in for a nice surprise."

I just shook my head. "Don't know how much of a nice surprise it will be, but it should certainly prove interesting, that's for sure."

"Well, even if she isn't all that happy about it, though I'm willing to bet she will be, she knows there's no me...without you there. So it'll be up to her after that."

"You're amazing...you know that?" I said kissing her, my hand once again like a magnet to her breast.

"And you're pretty amazing yourself," she told me, now holding onto what had quickly become a rock hard cock again. "So come fuck me baby...fuck me, and don't ever stop fucking me either...no matter what."

"No matter what," I agreed. Wondering as I said that, if perhaps one day I'd ever be able to tell Danny the story about how I lost my virginity.

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