From Awkward to a Polished Suave Performer
written by:
Little tommy D.

From Awkward to a Polished Suave Performer

The day broke with a bright pink sunrise that brilliantly spread its rosy cast over the sleepy yawning city. It seemed to enjoy delighting those early risers who appreciated the natural beauty of life. Two of those early birds were sitting naked at the poolside of their large estate sipping coffee and gnawing on cheese Danish rolls. Ron Kingston folded the paper and threw it in the empty chair at the side of the table. Kim, his gorgeous, highly desirable wife, looked up as he began saying, "Kim, Jeremy has matured beyond belief since he was hired. I was impressed early-on and thought I would have to do a selling job on him, but he has now earned the respect of Griffin, of Chloe, Mel, plus the staff he works with on a daily basis. He successfully sold himself through his work ethic and his ability to grasp all things financial as they relate to the metal business. The assessments of him are among the best I've seen since I became the CEO. Maybe I'd say the best so far. Have you had any contact with his since the party we had here?"

"No, Ron. But, Mel called him and asked him to dinner Saturday evening. She called me and asked me along because we have to be in Danton Sunday morning anyway for your Mother's church addition dedication. Too bad you'll be in New York and miss it. Is there anything you want me to look for when we see Jeremy?"

"When are you meeting him? Saturday? Did you forget that the Board meets at the country club at seven? You'd better call Mel and remind her. This is a critical meeting as it involves the new smelter in Cooperton. We need all the votes to be there."

"Yes, Hon, I had forgotten and assume that Mel did too. Let me go call her right now." She pushed herself from the table, leaped around her chair and he grinned as he stared at her lovely, blushing chair pressure-colored red ass cheeks chewing away as she loped across the patio toward the phone. She punched the speed dial number, Mel answered, and he grinned as her tits bounced like basketballs on her way back to the table. She sat and continued the conversation, "Yeah, Mel, I forgot it and when you called, it was the last thing in my mind. Like you, I concentrated on the church deal and how Mom will feel about it. Yeah, you had better call Jer and tell him we won't be there until much later. Huh? Seriously?" and she looked in Ron's face and grimaced, wagging her index finger. "Yeah, weasels do come back to haunt you sometime. That's exactly what I needed to hear. What? Would you actually do that to him? Yeah, that might play out okay. Try it. Nothing lost if it doesn't work. Anyway, I'll stop by today to shoot the messenger," she laughed and said good bye, punching the phone off. She laid the phone on the table and lamented, "Angie is coming for the church dedication. She'll be at the Danton house. Mel plans to have Jeremy go to the house and take her to dinner. She wants to test what happens later."

"Did you think it wise to agree with her? I know Jeremy has matured greatly, but do you think he can handle Angie? Your sister is, as you said, a weasel in all respects."

"That's what Mel wants to find out. Can Jeremy handle a representative from Satan himself? I can't wait for the results."

They had another cup of the coffee and when the cup was empty, Kim looked up at the sun and said, "I don't know about you, but my boobs are burning. I'm going in and put some lotion on them and get dressed. Keep your dick covered, I may want to use it before we leave for the meeting this evening, and I don't know if a roasted dick would work." He slapped the table and laughed as he stood. He put his arm under her right arm, took her left tit in his hand and tweaked the nipple as they retired to the house to avoid additional exposure to the hot sun.

Meanwhile, in Danton Emma was stepping from the shower in my recently scoured and polished apartment bathroom. She had volunteered to give me a hand in unpacking, cleaning, and getting my new living quarters into shape for doing the living. After work each day, we met, bought take-out foods and worked until around ten. We rested while having dessert, usually ice cream, before tumbling in the bed and spending the next hour of two involved in serious fucking and sucking on each and every protruding part of our bodies. Every visible area, and a number not too visible, had been visited with lips and tongue over the span of four days. I came in for my shower while she continued to dry herself with the oversized thirsty towels I had bought for her. I turned the shower handle, tested the water, stepped in and observed her handing the towel on the door hook I had installed. She leaned over the sink, used her tooth brush to begin brushing while I still watched. She turned and with a mouth full of foam, sputtered, "Close the door and shower. If you don't I go start without you."

I grabbed the handle, closed it partially and joked back, "Can I come watch when I'm through? That might be fun."

"Hey, it's something we haven't tried yet. Why not?" She rinsed her mouth, turned and left the bathroom, still naked and ready for action.

I dried, brushed, and turned the light out. I took a small stool from the hallway and carried it to the bedroom. Emma was stretched out on the bed waiting. I sat the stood at the side of the bed, sat on it and leaned his elbows on the edge of the bed. "I'm waiting. When does the show start?"

"If you're serious about this, I have a question? How do you want to see me?"

"Since I'm the only customer, put your feet in front of my face and let me watch from down here. That should be the best show since I'll see the entire mechanical operation."

"What if I elevate my knees and scoot closer to your nose."

"Hey, that'll work for me if it works for you." I laughed and helped her pull herself down on the bed to be closer to where I sat. She opened her legs widely, giving me a direct view of her already wet, glistening pussy. My dick was rising from the mere sight of her womanhood.

She put her right palm on her abdomen, spread her fingers and began to slowly let them creep downward toward her slit. My heart rate was increasing as I anticipated the finger entering the slit and fondling the wet channel as she teased her clit. She finally reached the upper opening and her middle finger gingerly entered the shallow cut while her other fingers spread along the sides of her vulva's outer, larger lips. She closed her eyes and pushed her hand lower, wagging the finger from side to side as it slithered farther down through the wet pink interior between the labia as it spread open to admit the welcome intruder. I caught a whiff of the warm aroma of her juices and was urged to grab my throbbing dick and hold it tightly.

She allowed the finger to penetrate her opening, but she restrained herself from fully inserting it inside. The up and down movement of the hand and finger had increased considerably as I noticed her abdominal walls tightening and flexing along with her finger movement. Her eyes were still closed, her breathing becoming more rapid and her facial expressions were rapidly changing as they were showing the tension she was feeling from her masturbation process. I had an overwhelming urge to pounce on her, but that wasn't part of the deal tonight. I watched and waited, but I didn't wait too long. I was stunned when her head came up from the bed, and she gave a harsh long groan as she pushed her finger to its ultimate speed in her slit. And then, as I sat quickly forward to get a closer view, she stuck the finger inside her pussy as far as she could get it, raised her abdomen from the bed and split the silence with, "Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! I can't breathe!" Her body hit the bed and bounced, she straightened her legs causing me to throw my hands up to protect my face, and then she removed her hand and laid panting, eyes still closed.

I sat still on the stool awaiting her return to normalcy. I had no clock so I estimated she was immobile for some five minutes or so. I was easily jacking on my dick to maintain its full hardness as I awaited her instructions for me. Her eyes flew open; she smiled, rolled to her side and eyed me on the stool. "That was a good suggestion. Did you like watching me?"

"More than I ever imagined I would, Em. It was a great experience to watch you perform for me. It's your turn now, so what do you expect in return?"

"Let me think for a second." She lay there watching me and noticed my arm moving up and down on my dick."

"I see what you're doing. That gives me an idea. Just sit where you are."

She rose, slid farther down and dropped her legs over the side of the bed. "Now, Jeremy, lean back, turn loose and let me take over." I followed her instructions and wondered what to expect. She put her feet around my dick and began alternatively moving the feet back and forth, jacking my dick with her feet. She allowed them the randomly roam and used the arch of her sole to rub the head, and then back along the shaft. She used her toes to lift my balls and bounce them on her toes, and I was watching as she tried everything she could with the feet. She tightened the bottoms of her feet around my shaft and moved them rapidly up and down, bouncing them against the lower edges of the head. I was straining to keep composure within reason when I knew that I was losing the battle. I lifted my ass from the stool, stuck my dick high in the air and yelled, "Faster, Em. Faster!"

She lay back and pumped her legs vigorously as she held my dick tighter and tighter. Finally, it was going to blow. My balls ached, twanged, and I stood and shot spurts over her tits and abdomen, but she didn't stop. She was draining the hose on her legs. I pushed her legs away, bent and kissed the cum on her abdomen. She used her finger to remove it from my lips and stuck it in her mouth. I took a finger full and put it in her mouth also. She licked her lips and asked, "Is there more?" I fingered a glob from her tit and let her lick it off before I went to the bathroom and returned with a wash cloth and towel. I cleaned and dried her, kissing my way upwards until I was able to suck one of her nipples. She pulled me forward until I couldn't stand on the floor. I fell beside her, gave her an assist in turning, wrapped her in my arms, kissed the nape of her neck and we slowly drifted off to sleep.

Emma and I departed in our separate cars, she heading south, me going east as we bullied our way through the morning traffic to get to our jobs on time. I had barely closed the car door when my phone rang. Thinking it was Emma, I answered, "What? Looking for a repeat of last night?" and I giggled in the mouthpiece.

"Well, I would if I thought you had any idea of last night, Jer. This is Mel. And what did you do last night that was so interesting?"

"Oh, Hi, Mel. Well, I scoured my new bathroom, ate take-out Japanese, and had ice cream for dessert."

"And what did you top the ice cream with that someone would want to repeat? Must have been, maybe----nuts, from the way you said it. Not my business anyway. I wanted to tell you that Kim and I will be overly late tomorrow evening so we'll skip our get together. We both forgot about the Board meeting. Ron reminded us this morning. However, go on over to the house at a little before seven. Kim's sister, Angela Corcoran will be there. She's there for the church to-do that Kim and I are attending for Mom. Call her Angie. We'd like for you to take her to dinner since we can't be with her. She's two years younger than Kim and has killer looks and body. Would that be agreeable with you?"

"Well, I'm disappointed. I was looking forward to spending time with you and Kim alone. Yeah, I'll go meet Angie and feed her. I have the address so don't worry. I'll take great care of her for you guys."

Mel could hardly suppress her feelings when I said that I'll take care of her. Mel was far more worried for me than for Angie. But, before we hung up, Mel promised to make it up Saturday week and told me to book it for them. I did, with great anticipation.

I called Emma and gave her the news; I was mandated to escort the CEO's sister-in-law to dinner tomorrow evening and would be late for our regular evening together. I told her she could forget plans for next Saturday also as I would be required to dine with the CEO's wife and sister when they came to town to visit their mother and mother-in-law who lived in Danton. Em sort of laughed and replied, "Even though my mom's been there for twenty-seven years, I'm beginning to hate Kingston Metals the way they dominate their young CFO in-waiting. No, really, I understand and I'm hoping the demand on your time will slack off soon. Gotta go. See you tonight."

One thing is obvious here, I was thinking when I threw my briefcase on the chair in my office, she doesn't understand that it's only my seven inch, long-lasting dick that's in demand. I can't foresee that demand slackening, especially since Ashley and Alexis haven't entered the Danton picture yet. I anticipate that happening sooner than later because it's been over two weeks since the last carousel of fucking took place. I can't imagine the two of them going much longer with a good dicking.

It was a busy morning for all of us in the department. Quarterly financial reports were in process, the new smelter documents were being vetted, and personnel evaluations wee due by the end of the day. I hunkered in my chair after lunch and kept my head in the financial records until I saw the last mail cart appear. I tossed my mail, outside and internal, in the pick-up box and went to the Men's Room in the hallway. I stopped at the water fountain on the way back and rejected the too warm fountain water. I realized that even at my young age, intense work environments can drain you. I was exhausted. I knew it was caused by the physical efforts of re-doing the apartment, the fucking until the wee hours afterwards, the strain of learning the new job, and the pressures of the end of a quarter. Whatever else lent to the exhaustion was minor, but the desire foremost in my mind and thoughts was the simplest of all---I wanted and needed a long nap.

I packed my brief with homework and headed for the car. I made it home easier than I imagined for Friday rush hour, but when I pulled under the carport, I knew why, many who make up the rush hour jams stay for drinks and dinner on Friday's because their weekend is free and they can sleep in on Saturday morning. Emma had wisely informed me that the singles were Thursday hunters in downtown bars, looking for a hookup for the weekend. She and others in her crowd had name the Thursday bar hunt, 'Fucking Booking Evening.' It was referred to as 'FBE' by those in the know. She wouldn't tell me how she knew all that data, but I had my own suspicions of her FBE activity.

I undressed, hung my clothes in the closet and wearing only my boxers, I flopped on the couch, turned on the first newscast, turned on my side and knew nothing until I felt a damp cloth on my forehead. I eased my eyes slowly open and saw a man with a gun standing against a wall. Definitely not a news program. I tried to rise, but whatever was mopping my forehead kept the pressure on, keeping me down. I was shocked when Emma quietly said, "You were dripping wet when I came in. You didn't turn the system on and it was an oven when I came in. I have been keeping your forehead dry for the last twenty minutes. You were zonked."

"I had never been so exhausted in my life. I couldn't think straight is why I forgot the system switch. Maybe I should raise it two or three degrees ad leave it on when I go to work. How long have you been here?"

"About forty minutes. I was in the kitchen putting things away before I realized the system wasn't coming on. When I came to start the air flowing, I saw how sweaty you were so I got the damp cloth and have been sitting here since."

'Thanks. I turned the news on and passed out. The apartment work, our sex, the tension and the mental workout today did me in. Maybe I'll feel a lot better tomorrow."

"What were you dreaming? You mumbled, stuttered, stammered, laughed, moaned and kept me entertained, especially when your hard dick popped out of your fly and flexed back and forth for about five minutes. I'm surprised you didn't cum it was working so hard."

"I have a vague recollection that an older woman, much older than we are, had undressed me. She started stripping her clothes off while teasing me by bending over and showing her asshole. I think I was holding my dick in my right hand and talking to her. I don't know what happened. I can't remember anything else."

"Well, you didn't have hold of your dick, you didn't hump, and you didn't cum, so I guess it didn't go any farther. If it had, you probably would have made a mess on the couch and floor."

"Tell me about it. Wet dreams are the messiest of all sex related conditions. Not that they aren't good, it's just that they screw things up horrendously that makes you regret waking up. Do you have sex in your sleep?"

"Does the bear still shit in the woods and use Charmin? You bet your life I do, and so does about one hundred percent of all people younger than fifty. It never happens over sixty so make yours worthwhile before they disappear."

"You're just loaded with tons of information. Some useful, some absolutely worthless, but all are interesting to hear. Have you had dinner?"

"Yep. Before I came over. There's two burrito's in the fridge. How about I heat them and pour you some peach tea?"

"I could go for that combo. While you do that, I'll do a short shower and get my pj's on."

She was at the table with my dinner when I scurried in with just my pj bottoms on as I found it still a little warm, especially after a hot shower. I ate the burritos, and had a second glass of tea while we talked about our day. When the conversation ran out of steam, she washed the plate and stuck it in the dishwasher, gave me a peck on the cheek and said, "I'll get my shower now while you turn on the ten news."

I was in my easy chair at the TV when she came out of the bathroom. She only had her bottoms on when she dropped in my lap. "I know what you meant about still being warm. I was also." I kissed her left nipple, she leaned on my shoulder and we watched the news. After the sports, we turned the lights out, the TV off, and reset the system for overnight. We went to bed. I spooned against her, but for the life of me, I was so tired I couldn't rub her ass and get a hard on. I fell back asleep before I realized she had dropped her hand from her hip and was holding my dick in her right hand. My loss that night.

At five until seven, I rang the bell on the gated community Danton home of the Kingston family. After a short wait, the door was opened by a strikingly picturesque, red-haired exquisite and familiar scenic body with the infamous China-doll. I was so stunned by her smiling face, I stammered twice before I was able to exclaim, "Terri Wickham! The anchor of 'Evening Sportside.' Don't tell me that you're Angie Corcoran? I'll drop over on the porch."

"No, Jeremy, not on the porch. At least come in and use the plush carpet so that I can impress the EMS guys when I call 911," she laughed, took my hand and shook. "Nice to see you, Jeremy. Thanks for volunteering as my escort for dinner. I'll be ready in a jiff. Just have to get my bag."

I felt embarrassed to shunt her to dinner and back in my junker of a car. She didn't seem to mind and kept the conversation going by asking question after question about me and how I met Kim and Ron as well as the others. To make up for the car, I took her to Le Jeanue, our upscale French chef restaurant. She spoke with the Maitre De and conned him into a table for two in a far rear dark corner, barely visible to other diners and well out of hearing distance. I ordered two nice bottles of wine, a red and a white. She seemed to be impressed.

We sipped the wines as we perused the menu, deciding on the ideal meal. We chatted while we waited on the food and when she asked me, "How long have you been fucking Kim and Ashley, Jeremy," I choked enough on the wine to cough several times. "What do you mean, Angie?"

"You know what I mean. Kim and I are sisters. I can tell from the sound of her voice, the way she pronounced your name, the lilt in her voice. I've know that sound since we were in middle school. Don't fuck around when I ask you a question, okay? How did you meet them?

"I was the pool servicer. Mel and Howard hired me and then Alexis recommended me to Kim. When Ron found that I had a master's in finance, he checked me out and hired me as the CFO in Training. Griffin is retiring in less than five years so the Board selected me as his replacement."

"Okay, then you weren't hired only for your dick. You had back-up credentials. Based on what you've told me, you've been fucking Mel and Alexis also. It did start with them, huh?"

'Yes, the first day I was there. It wasn't just Mel and Alexis. Howard came in toward the end and blew Mel's mind because she said he doesn't usually join in, he only videos. You seem to know a lot about what goes on with all of them. You don't live here so where do you get your information."

"Jeremy, you are naive, you sweet man-boy. I was one of them before I was accidentally discovered and hired for Sportside. I was around before Howard had his problem. Believe it or not, he was once a great fuck. He broke me in originally. I was fifteen, a nudist with Kim, Ron and little Ashley. When I celebrated my sixteenth birthday, Howard took me to the cabana and started without the others. By the time they got there, I was one kid enchanted with his dick and the entire World of heterosexual fucking. The lesbian experience didn't come until later when Alexis and Mel educated me."

"You said you were accidentally discovered. How did that come about?"

"Kim took me shopping with her. We were trying on bikinis. I took a thong pair to the dressing room and slipped it on to shock Kim. When I came out and turned around for her to see my ass, I caught the attention of another shopper. She came over, introduced herself, gave me a card and asked me to come in for a test. I did, the guys there all had drool on their chins when they saw my ass. It's all about the ass, Jeremy. Have you noticed that I'm the only one they show leaving an interview? Did you notice where the camera focuses when I walk away? The program buys me special tailored pants that cost a fortune. They're designed to feature the ass. The crotch is so uncomfortable that I have to wear a pad to keep from erasing my pussy. I figure I have maybe eighteen to twenty-four months left before they'll bring in a firmer, younger ass then I'll be out on my ass. I know I'm not a great sports analyst. Actually, I hate sports of all types. And, I especially hate the egotistical assholes that I have to interview. Without exception, every one of them has tried to feel up my ass. My hand stays sore from the slaps I have had to deliver. No more of that talk, okay? Here comes our dinners."

We ate pretty much in silence. I was mulling the information from her around in my head wondering how this family started with the way of life it lives. I wasn't prepared to be adopted into this arrangement when I went to service a simple swimming pool. I wish I had the ability to glimpse down the future road for about five years and see what I am in for over the coming years. Angie spoke and asked, "Are you interested in dessert or a coffee before we leave?"

I thought for a minute and said, "A coffee might set off a spark for me. What are you having?"

"Raspberry sorbet and coffee. No sorbet for you?" I shook my head, responded, "Just the coffee."

As we waited, she asked, "Did Mel say when they would be here tonight?"

"No specific time, but she said it would be overly late. I took that to mean after midnight or later." Her only response was, "Good. Thanks."

We pulled through the gate at nine-ten. I parked in front of the house on the circular driveway. She keyed the door open and asked that I go on upstairs and turn left and then go to the room at the end of the hallway. I followed her instructions and found myself in a large, feminine-oriented and decorated room. The walls were very, very pale pink rose, plum-colored drapes, plum matching covers on the chairs, and a large standing mirror on a swivel. A wooden valet stood at the head of the bed, the radio or MPG player was already filling the room with the low sounds of soft pop instrumentals. This wasn't a bedroom; it was the liar of a tigress ready to pounce.

I heard Angie's voice coming for the closet. How did she get in there? I listened closer and she was telling me to get undressed and to hang my clothes on the valet. Oh, well. I'll add another notch to the family handle tonight. While I undressed, I could only wonder how many more relatives would end up as a notch. I was now naked, sitting on the side of the bed listening to an old Eagles song when Angie appeared from behind the mirror and began a slow dance as she moved toward me. I was awed by her red hair that hung loose over her shoulders and exactly matched the overgrown bush surrounding her pussy. She danced her way in between my knees and draped her arms around my neck. Her luscious tits were at my eye level and I was drinking in the rosy aureoles that spread inches around the pert, standing nipples. I automatically leaned forward and took the right one between my lips, nipped it lightly and touched it with the tip of my tongue. She moved forward and whispered, "Nice. A very good start, Jeremy. Why don't you lay back?"

I dropped my head and leaned back until I had my upper body on the bed. She never moved her hand, but as I went down she followed and was now laying prone on my body. My dick was slightly below her pussy and she opened her legs to allow it to rest on her right thigh. She kissed me on the lips, forced her tongue inside my mouth and ran it along the edge of my teeth. I began sucking it, pulling it tightly inside and holding it. She pulled on my head, I released it and she ran it across my lips. She heaved her body to the right and ended on her side beside me. I rose, dropped to my knees on the floor, pulled her legs over my shoulders, scooted closer, took my fingers and parted the hair on her pussy. I gently opened her inner labia and pushed the hood on her clit. She jerked in place when she felt my tongue barely touch her button. I ran my tongue along the outside of the inner lips and felt the wetness growing. I went back to the clit, enveloped it in my lips and rolled it around as I tongued it slightly. I sucked it tenderly and as I did, her ass began wriggling. She had made such a deal out of her ass; I put my hands under each cheek and lifted. I dropped my head and used my tongue to concentrate my activity on teasing her asshole. I licked the entire crack, top to bottom so to speak. I spread her cheeks farther apart and pushed my tongue inside her asshole as far as I could. She groaned, grabbed my head and held tightly. I held her with my right palm, moved my left hand and slowly ran my middle finger inside her asshole until it was past the second knuckle. I wiggled it, flexed it, and timed it with her moves. I was back with my tongue on her clit and she gasped strongly, raised her head and yelled, "God, I've hit the break point." She was jerking violently, audibly panting, grasping my hair so hard it was becoming painful. Her wetness increased exponentially and the juice was dripping from my chin. I was having a difficult time staying with her she was moving her hips so vigorously.

I eased her clit from my lips, withdrew my finger from her ass, and allowed her to await the passing of her orgasm. My face was resting in her red bush and her aroma was filling my nasal passages with the sweet smell of successful orgasmic activity. Soon, she patted the bed at her left side; I stood and then lay beside her, and easily squeezing her right tit as my arm lay draped across her. She turned her face to me, kissed me and said, "I can see why you're a hit with sis. That was way better than expected. But, even though you did a good job, there's one thing you missed. You didn't kiss my ass. I want you to do it now."

I moved forward, put my knees on the bed, bent over and kissed her ass dead center. I turned and looked at her; she grinned and said, "Again, please. That was so nice I want to relive it once more." I kissed her in the spot again, this time with more feeling and lingering a little longer, appreciating the mild odor of body spray. When I raised my head, she pulled me toward her and had me lay next to her again. She took my head in her hands and gave me a long, tongue-filled passionate kiss. She broke the kiss and swept my face and ears with small kisses and licks from her tongue. She rose, and was watching my dick flap in the breeze as it now began appreciating the closeness of her. She jerked herself over, rose up swiftly and eased her ass down on my face. The lips of her pussy rested on my chin. I put my hands on her hips and began nuzzling the crack of her ass. She commenced fondling my balls and dick, gently swiping her tongue over the head, running it up and down the shaft, but never yet inserting it in her mouth.

The feeling of her was beyond description. I slowly eased my tongue in the open space between her outer lips and gently tugged at the inner lips, all without intention to once again enter her pussy yet. She continued to lick my dick and balls, using her left hand to reach under the balls and begin a search for my asshole, as I had done to hers. I elevated my knees slightly, hoping to give her enough access to the hole. I impulsively entered into her pussy with my tongue, lapping her increased, warm wetness and sucking it out as it flowed freely. The warmth and softness of the inside of her was a joy for my tongue to taste. I removed my tongue and searched for her clit again. Finding it quickly, I toyed with it until she instigated more squirming, sighing, and panting. I used my right hand middle finger to enter her asshole gently again as I sucked her clit, feeling her Mound of Venus under the red hair delight bouncing against my chin harder and harder. I wasn't ready for her to have orgasm again so soon so I backed off with my tongue and nipped at the outer lips, changing from the outer to the inner and from side to side. She suddenly rose up, loosening my dick and motioned me to move over. I did and she lay on her back. She softly said, "Jeremy, if you don't mind, I'd like for you to try fucking me in a position known as 'The Camel Ride. How about trying it with me?" I nodded and asked. "Angie, you'll have to tell me what I'm to do. I've never heard of it."

She said, "Kneel over and straddle my left leg." She rolled to her left side and moved her right leg out of the way. I straddled it as she said. She wrapped her left leg around my waist and I could see that this gave me full access to her pussy. She said, "Okay. Now move forward and penetrate. Go in all the way. Use the entire length." I scooted up, put the head at the entrance and pushed. My God, I thought. This position gives me greater depth, ease of thrust, and I can see and touch her clit to stimulate it and get more action. My thoughts were interrupted when she yelped at me, "This is marvelous, Jeremy. You have me completely filled and I think I feel you against my cervix. What a great feeling. Let it go. Let's fuck now."

My God, it was divine. The tightness was unbelievable, she was reaching peaks and valleys I didn't think was possible, and we fucked in that position until she had had two orgasms and was headed for a third when I said, "Angie, I can't hold it any longer. I'm going to cum. Is it okay to cum in you?" She breathlessly answered, "If you want, if you want. God, don't stop, Jeremy, don't stop. I'm Cumming again" and she threw her head back, lightly screamed, "Fuck me, Fuck me, harder, harder, let it go." I was having trouble keeping my dick in her she was bucking and heaving so violently. I felt my dick spasm, the cum began to flow into her and I yelled myself, "OH, God, that feels so good."

I was still shooting when I pulled out and spewed the balance of the cum on her stomach. It dripped the white cream in the center of the brilliant red hair. I looked at it, thinking, now I understand the creampie name of a cum soaked pussy. I pushed off her and collapsed next to her rubbing my hand on her right cheek.

She regained composure, reached over and took my dick in hand. "Jeremy, that was the ultimate performance. She sat up and kissed the head, licking the remaining cum from the eye. I sat up and kissed her. I backed off and asked her, "Can you find another way for out second inning. That one was fantastic." She giggled and answered, "You'd be surprised at the different positions described. I got the idea from an American version of the Kama Sutra, or something similar. I'll give it another look. Jeremy. I want you to know that Mel did us a great favor tonight." I nodded and confessed, "Angie, Mel surprised me when she seduced me at her pool cabana. I never imagine I could learn so much in so little time when I walked into your family conclaves. I was awkward, scared, shy, and more than, as you said, naive. I had never seen a real pussy with hair before that day. All my MILF's had been on line. But, the question now is, are you game for a twosome shower?" We showered, playing around a little like a couple of kids. I tweaked her tits and she jerked on my dick, missing my balls and laughing about it.

After the shower, we dressed and went to the kitchen where she made fresh coffee. It was turning colder because rain had been falling since we came in from dinner. The chill made the coffee very welcome. We chatted a while about inane things when she said, "I need a laugh. Tell me a joke." I thought for a minute and asked, "What do you do if your girlfriend starts smoking??" She paused for a while and shook her head. "Slow down and use a lubricant." She had a good giggle over that one and asked for another. "Okay, one more. Why do they call it the Wonder Bra?" She said, "I wouldn't have any idea. Why?" I laughed and gave her the answer, "When you take her bra off, you wonder where her tits went." That one broke her up, causing her to spill a spot or two of coffee on the table. The pot was now empty so she walked with me to the door as I was leaving. She tiptoed and kissed me, reminding me that I had a rain check when she's back in town. I stepped on the porch and she said, "I promise a new position for us to try." I joked as I responded, "I hope it keeps on raining so I can cash my rain check. I'll see you between the drops when I don't see you on Sportside." I drove home less tired, still weakened and with mixed feeling, but overall, I was a very satisfied, most happy, adopted camper.

Sunday was totally eventful as was hopefully the order of the evening. I awoke still tired and unusually lethargic. I napped and parked in front of the TV for the entire day, not attempting any physical or mental tasks. Emma came in at seven-forty that evening and picked up on my mood so she avoided her normal pixie perkiness and stayed sedate and reserved. My only activity was that I had prepared dinner for both of us. I kept it warm in the oven waiting for her to show. When she came through the garage, I immediately recognized that she too was as pooped as me. I told her about dinner, she hugged me and heated the plates. We mostly kept silent while we ate because she was visibly showing her extreme weariness. I watched her closely to react quickly should she drop-off to sleep while eating. I saw that as a possibility. When she stopped eating and sat toying with the remaining food, I encouraged her to skip doing any programming work and instead to get ready for bed. She agreed, went to the shower, came back in a short while and kissed me goodnight. I think she was asleep by the time I turned the light out. I eased in beside her and listened to her shallow breathing rhythm and knew she was out for the night. I turned on my left side and drifted off with the thought; we had succeeded in wearing each other down with unaccustomed cleaning tasks, relentless sex, and overburdened work requirements.

At breakfast the next morning, I stood behind Emma, put my hands on her shoulders and began my suggestion. I squeezed her shoulder blades lightly and said, "Em, we both need to slow down, think through what we want to accomplish, and approach it with a better plan to get the job done, but maybe over a saner period of time. We've been too frantic about everything."

She put her hand on top of my right hand and answered, "I wouldn't disagree at all, Jer. I had difficulty getting through my Sunday with the family. I wanted to flop in bed so bad it hurt, but I had to play Badminton, horseshoes, and water polo from breakfast until after seven when I threw my hands in the air and said, 'I quit. I'm going home." Can you meet me for lunch to discuss a plan?"

"What about this evening? Can't it wait until then?"

Didn't I tell you last night that my cousin is coming over tonight for dinner? Oh, shit. Was I that tired? Well, I guess I was because I don't remember going to bed. Did you put me there?"

'Nope, you managed on your own, but you were out when your head hit the pillow."

"We're too young to be so damn tired. What's causing it?"

"I think I've narrowed mine to the tension on the new job. Physical work never affected me that much in past years. Yours could be a combination of work and the abnormal physical activity. I know you've been fretting over the 'Minute Meal' account and concerned that Paige may not meet the deadline for 'BN&W."

"Could be. So, how about lunch?"

"Yeah, I'll meet you. Same place?" She nodded, stood and went to get dressed for work. I cleared the table and joined her in the bedroom to do the same morning task.

While finishing our lunch, Emma said, "My cousin, the single one, that's joining us tonight is the family Miss America." I leaned forward, put his head over the table and softly said, "Whoa, Em! If the scenery around the apartment gets any better my heart not be able to stand it," that brought a laugh from her along with the wag of her index finger. She warned me, "It's okay as long as it's the heart and not a hard on," and that caused me to laugh and wag a finger back at her. With our plans firmed in concrete, I paid the tab and we both returned to work, n to see each other until six when she would come to prepare the dinner for her cousins visit.

Emma was dead-center with her comment about her cousin, Janna Brownlee. She was a true looker and, unfortunately, she knew it, flaunted it, displayed it, and generally turned me off. I wouldn't have been able to get a hard if she pumped it for an hour. Em's dinner was the evening's salvation. Filet Mignon perfectly grilled, loaded baked potatoes, fresh asparagus, and she had sneaked a carton of mango ice cream in for dessert. We talked about Janna's big plans until none, when she suddenly stood, announced, "I'm boring the both of you stiff so I'll clear out." I went as far as the door; Emma went to the car with her. When Em came back in, she told me that Janna was crying because she felt we didn't take her seriously enough. I popped up regrettably with, "Whatever gave her that crazy idea? Could it be that we both had out eyes closed?" Em wasn't way too happy with my smartass remark even though it was true.

I was sitting in my office up to my ears in calculating the interest income from our investment portfolio on this cool, drizzly morning when the phone buzzed. It was Deborah asking for me to stop by her desk when I had a moment's break. I promised and returned to arduous numbers game in front of me. When I finished the report, I placed it in the intra-office envelope and took it to the mail drop. I tapped on Deborah's open door and she waved me in. I was asked to give you a message. I was on the phone with Emma and she wanted me to tell you that she will be really late this evening. Her 'Minute Meal' rep wants her in New Maitland for her presentation this evening. "Oh, she expected it to be Thursday."

I know. She said that two of the key votes are leaving for San Francisco in the morning and came unexpectedly to New Maitland yesterday afternoon and asked for it to be before they leave. They want to take the idea with them to the advertising executive."

"Well, that part's good news. So I guess she's already in New Maitland."

'If she was able to leave when she planned she should be there now. Why?"

"I would've called and wished her luck, but not when she's in conference. Wouldn't think of it! Thanks for the message."

So, I would be alone for the evening. That means pizza. Em rejects pizza when I suggest it. She doesn't like the fat, the carbs, or the calories. I buy for the taste and don't focus on the negatives.

I left a little early to avoid the drizzly day rush hour tangles. I changed into lounge pants and a tee shirt, stayed barefooted, flopped in the easy chair and turned on the early news report. Accidents were piling up because of the slicker roadways and lousy drivers. I planned to phone for the pizza by not later than five-thirty because on rainy nights it took far longer to have a delivery. When the sports came on, I called my order in and was told it would be forty minutes. That was longer than normal, but faster than I expected. I almost hadn't put the phone in the receiver until it rang. It was Emma. She was in the Ladies' Room at "Napolitano,' one of New Maitland's premier Italian eating establishments. We chatted a few minutes, she seemed nervous about the presentation, I wished her luck and we closed the call.

The national news has started when there was a knock on the door. I was puzzled because it was way too early for the pizza, Em was in New Maitland, and so I couldn't fathom a guess of who it could be at this time of day. I opened the door to an unsmiling head-down coy Janna.

"Janna! What brings you out on a rainy day? Come on in," I stepped to the side to let her through the door, ushered her to the living room and pointed to a chair. "Sit and let's talk." I didn't really dislike the young lady; it was just her egomania that was a turn off for me.

"I'm sorry for last night, Jeremy. I have a habit of getting too carried away with the fawning the family does over me that I begin to believe it. I try to convince myself to control it, but when it's piled on from outside sources, I cave and listen to the bullshit. Are we okay? Where's Emma?"

'We're okay Janna, don't let it bother you. Last night didn't happen. AS for Emma, she's in New Maitland for a business meeting. She had to leave unexpectedly before noon. Can I offer you anything?"

She raised her head, smiled and said, "The water's off in our apartment. Emma didn't answer her phone, Deborah met Aunt Molly after work for dinner so, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to use your shower."

"Sure. How about your roommate? What's she going to use?"

"She in New Maitland for a job interview at the new location her company is opening. She hopes to be the Manager of it. The main water line cracked and it's down until five tomorrow when the city promised to turn it back on."

"Follow me. When you get out, I have a large pizza on the way. We'll have it for dinner." She smiled and stuck her thumb in the air.

I left her to do her showering and I returned to the easy chair to await the pizza delivery. He arrived in less than five minutes; I paid, took the pizza to the kitchen and stuck it in the oven. Before I got back to my chair, I heard Janna yell at me. I walked to the door and asked what she needed. She said there was no fresh towel. I yelled for her to hold on so I got one of the large sized that I bought for Emma and went back to the door. I"I have one here, Janna." I stuck my hand through the crack in the door to hand her the towel. She took the towel, grabbed my hand and pulled me through the door. She was naked, dripping on the floor mat, and held the towel at her side. In my stupor of shock, I stood looking at her Miss America body sporting perky tits, rosy red nipples, a solid black bush, and a navel jewel in green. She dropped the towel, got me wet by hugging me and tiptoeing to give me a kiss. When she released me, I still hadn't recovered from the surprise. She was grinning when she ordered, "Jeremy, dry me."

I complied. I took the towel from the floor and began drying her. I started with her back, down and around her ass, her asshole, between her legs, and then down the legs, turned her around, started at the bottom and was drying up her body. I paid close attention to her hairy pussy, the inside of it, and back again between the legs. I did the abdomen, the chest and massaged her tits through the towel. I kissed her lips, did the neck, shoulders area, and then gently wiped her face, finishing with another kiss. When I broke the kiss, she whispered, "Jeremy, in all my young life, I have never had a more exciting and pleasurably drying after a shower. Thank you for such an erotic experience with a towel." I answered with, "My pleasure, Janna, even though it was shocking the way it happened. Now get this robe on, dinner awaits us."

I heated the pizza for several minutes, took disposable tableware and set the table with the pizza and colas. After we had eaten all the pizza we could hold, I dropped the plastic plates, knives and forks in the recycle bin, put the napkins in the trash and then I picked Janna up from the chair and rushed to the bedroom. I lay her in the middle of the bed, took my two pieces of clothing off and jumped in the bed on my stomach. I opened the robe, sucked her right tit, paying close attention to the perky nipple as it hardened under my tongue. I threw my right hand on her pussy and ran my fingers through her pussy's bushy hair as I refrained from touching her lips just yet. She had taken both her hands and was holding my head, running her fingers through my hair and moaning. I lifted my head and gave her a tonguing kiss that she eagerly responded to, pulling me closer.

I tugged the robe from her arms, moved myself between her legs, nosed her pussy and sniffed. Without leaving the inside of her lips, I said, "Lovely, delicate aroma, from the vanilla soap I gave you," and I took my first lick inside the lips. She squirmed when my tongue hit her and answered with a moan, finishing with, "I see why you like it so much. Oh, Jeremy, don't stop now." I picked up my speed, entered her pussy and sucked at her juices that were flowing profusely throughout the soft interior of her freshly cleaned, pink, and glistening with the wetness of womanhood. I didn't suck the clit this time as I had other plans for her to reach her peaks. When she began sighing, tensing her abs, and continuously wiggling under my face, I rose and said, "Will you be on top or on bottom?" She was shaking her head, panting when she said, "I don't know, you chose. This is all a new event for me."

I rolled over, had my dick upright, she scrambled up, eyed it with huge open eye, uttered, "oh, God. Let it fit me." and sat on it at the entrance of her pussy. Slowly descending, she moaned, grimaced, and finally stopped as she straightened her legs, pushed down again so that my dick was at its maximum inside her pussy, and she slowly began release her tension. When she bent her body and aimed her head toward my thighs, I began my fucking thrusts pushing up against her. Her ass was within my reach as she moved up and down so I made my move to get it in play also. I wet my finger well and stuck it in her asshole, fucking her ass at the same time I was fucking her pussy. She yelped when I had it in past the second knuckle, but she didn't stop her movement. This position was perfectly executed as my dick was going down inside her rubbing her against the rectum where I could feel it with my finger on her ups and downs. She was heavily panting, lightly moaning, sighing often, and sputtering unintelligibly. This position was pulling her clit downward and causing it to bounce against my hard pubic bone, giving her far more stimulation than traditional missionary fucking positions. Our motions had her heading for the peak far more quickly than planned and she was hugging my legs tightly as she used them to push back and forth to rub her clit as she searched for her orgasm. I heard her scream and begin vigorously pounding against my pubic bone, almost to the point of unbearable pain. She started jerking as the jolt went throughout her body, spasm after spasm.

I was having difficulty keeping my finger in her asshole she was moving so violently on me. She slowed her fucking movement; I slowed to match her speed. Suddenly, she rolled off me and took my dick in her hand. She licked the head and savored her own juices that ran down my dick. She was too far from me to touch her when she took me full in the mouth and began the blowjob. She continued her sucking as she got on her knees threw one leg over me and crawled up giving me access to her pussy. I ran two fingers in and spread it open, looking at the inside closely before I laid my tongue inside her lips, found her clit and began sucking. She was ready again without any delay. She was shivering, gasping around my dick, but never slowing. I continued to suck the clit when it hit me. My balls disappeared inside me, my dick quivered in her warm mouth, and I also yelled as my cum began to flow. She backed off and allowed it to hit her in the face, neck and chest. She was jacking the residue out and sucking it off. She turned, kissed me and with no warning, transferred the cum to my mouth. She stuck her tongue in and swished it around, laughing, laughing uncontrollably. We lay side by side; resting from the exertion of what I felt was a magnificent first fuck. When her breath returned, she giggled and said, "That was the first time I have ever been fuck with a real dick. I was scared that it wouldn't fit inside me." I jerked, turned and exclaimed, "You've never been fucked? You were a virgin? Holy shit. I didn't have any idea, Janna."

"I've been finger fucked by a couple of guys, but never the real thing. I use a small dildo at home, but it's was smaller than you. I want you to know it was a great first time, Jeremy. I loved it. Maybe we can do it again sometime."

"That's a possibility, Janna. We'll have to see if we can make it work later."

"Do you think it would be possible to have a threesome with Emma one day? If you think it would be a good treat for all of us, I'll work on Emma. I know she's hard-headed, but I've always been able to soften her up and get what I wanted."

"Go ahead and try, Janna, but don't tell her we've already fucked. She might blow apart if she knew I took her little cousin's cherry. If you can make it work, then I'm in for the show."