Briefs
(A Collection of Short Stories)
By
Rushmore Judd
Cover Design by Shaina Richmond
SMASHWORDS EDITION
Copyright © 2011 by Rushmore Judd
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INDEX:
Halloween. A story of a wife getting revenge on her husband.
Soldier Boy. A soldier returns to find his little sister is all grown up.
Annie and Kathy. A first time anal penetration.
The Tantric Massage. His massage by a Tantric trained masseuse.
Her Massage. A masseur breaks his long standing rules on this beauty.
The Job. His wife gets fed up with his laziness and finds him a job.
The Encounter. A brief encounter with a well endowed man.
I looked forward to our annual Halloween party at Dave’s. There was always a risqué outfit or two and plenty of flirting that went on. David, and his wife, Julia, were a fun loving couple and every year they threw their famous Halloween party. As the years progressed they added more and more “atmosphere” to the party. Everyone was required to enter the house through a walled maze of popups, strobe lights, bloody heads and distorted mirrors that occupied the make shift halls of their garage. There was always a special punch and everyone came in creative costumes.
I was going as Gilligan. I had my white hat, red sweater and bell bottom jeans with a donut shaped paper that had S.S. Minnow written on it. It was simple and comfortable. My wife, Vicki, had kept it a secret as to who she was dressing as. I was unable to convince her to go as Ginger. It was probably because my timing was off. We were in the middle of an argument and I tried to change the subject by bringing up the party and what we should wear. She didn’t appreciate my attempt at dropping the argument although it was clear we were getting nowhere with it. She wants to buy a new car and we can’t afford one right now. Since I earn all the money in the relationship I have the last word and she resents that. But left on her own with no controls she would have us in bankruptcy in a month.
Now three weeks later she was still mad at me and when I returned from work today, she had locked herself in our bathroom and wouldn’t let me in. Finally I heard her high heels coming down the stairs. She looked unbelievable. Like a different woman. Her normally brunette hair was dyed blonde and must have some sort of extensions in it because her hair hung straight and went down to her shoulders. She was dressed only in panties, bra and stockings! It was shocking but immediately caused a stir in my pants.
“What the fuck!” I said. “Are you planning to go out like that?” She just looked at me and didn’t bother with a response.
“Who are you supposed to be?”
“Why Brittany Spears, silly,” she responded. As I looked closer at the outfit it actually was a matching set of black shorts and a bra-like top. Both pieces were studded with sequins. The black mesh stockings ran from under the shorts and into her tall high heeled black boots. There was a lot of flesh to be seen. The outfit did show off my wife’s impressive abs and hourglass waist. I could see her belly button well above the edge of the very low cut shorts. The bra appeared a bit small for her, too. Her full breasts were falling out of the material. But what really got me about the outfit was how sheer the material was. It looked like it was made of silk and you could see the outline of her nipples through the bra. The shorts were so tight you could see a camel toe between her legs. I couldn’t believe she was actually going to go to a party in this.
It was cold out and she grabbed a long coat and headed for the garage in spite of my objections. She had obviously spent considerable time on this outfit and on her hair and she was firmly committed. I followed behind her, knowing there was no way to stop her.
After we went through the fun house which always had a few new twists, we entered the kitchen. Julia was there to greet us dressed as Little Bo Peep in a short petticoat skirt, red suspenders that ran right across the top of her breasts and long white stockings. Vicki removed her coat dramatically catching the attention of everyone in the kitchen.
“Vicki,” Julia squealed, “you look incredible. I had to do a double take. I didn’t recognize you right away. What an adorable outfit. Brittany Spears – right? I love your hair.” I didn’t appreciate all of her gushing over the outfit.
Julia kissed me on the cheek and we worked our way through the crowd to the living room. Everyone had a reaction to Vicki’s costume. The women gushed and the men gasped. A few of the men took advantage of Vicki’s bare midriff clasping her around the waist while they kissed her. As I moved away from her to put our coats away, it seemed that some of the greetings were a little too friendly.
When I finally returned to the living room, Vicki was sitting on the couch between David and another man in caveman costume. I didn’t recognize the caveman and he had one arm around my wife on the cramped couch. Dave, I could trust to behave, I thought, but this guy probably thinks she is after some action dressed like that. There were probably ten or twelve people in the living room. Since they were all dressed in costumes it was hard to recognize everyone but most were regulars. The room was quite noisy. Even though the music was muted there was a lot of competing conversations creating a buzzing atmosphere.
“Happy Halloween, Dave,” I said as stepped into the center of the room. “Great job on the garage as usual. That new two way mirror is a great addition. What do you think of my wife’s Brittany Spears costume?” I figured I would announce who she belonged to before anyone got any ideas.
“Oh is that who she is,” said Dave, “I thought she was dressed up as a high priced whore!” Everyone laughed including Vicki who put her hand right on the red speedo of his Superman costume and responded, “Oh, be careful what you wish for, Dave, you might find yourself spending all your money.” Again everyone laughed.
Vicki’s hand continued to rub Dave clearly fondling his package in front of everyone. Then still touching him she looked at me, paused for a second and ordered me to get her a drink of punch. She did so in a slightly demeaning manor with no “please” or pleasantries. When I returned, she was enveloped in a deep kiss with the caveman who had his arms around her and was caressing her back and holding her tight.
“Hey, what’s this? I stammered.” They broke off the kiss but not the cuddle.
“Don’t be a fuddy duddy! It’s Halloween. We’re here to have some fun. Have you met Dale before? Dale this is my stick-in-the-mud husband, Brian.” I looked at Dale and guessed that he was a gym rat. He had large bulging muscles and he hadn’t shaved in a couple of days. The caveman suit seemed to fit his personality as well as well as his rugged muscular body. Vicki reached out with one hand grabbing the drink from me without letting go of Dale with her other arm.
“I think you need a new name for tonight, Gilligan,” she said to me while rubbing her cheek against Dale’s beard. Dale whispered something in her ear and she laughed.
“Yes, that’s it. Let’s call you “Dickwad” tonight. OK everyone,” her voice raised a few decibels, “we’re all going to call Brian, “Dickwad” tonight. It will be fun.” Laughter as I backed off and left the room returning to the kitchen. I felt humiliated and more than a little angry. It bothered me that some strange man who I didn’t know was making out with my wife and calling me Dickwad.
I settled into the kitchen with Julia and a few other costumed people. Julia looked pretty hot herself and I hoped to distract myself. She had an early start on the punch and was feeling no pain. We had a good conversation and flirted some verbally but I couldn’t really calm down. I excused myself to go to the bathroom after a half hour or so knowing I would have to walk through the living room. I wanted to see what was going on and how much of her show earlier was for my benefit. Any thoughts that it was my presence that was causing her behavior disappeared as soon as I saw her. She was now lying across Dave and Dale’s laps, her boots off, kissing Dave while Dale rubbed her legs. His hand was inside her thighs and I wondered how high he was rubbing. I gave him my meanest glare. Meanwhile Vicki was rubbing Dave’s package through the cotton undies that served as part of his costume.
Vicki spotted me as I entered the room. “Bring me another punch, Dickwad…. Now.”
Her tone was strident but people were still laughing and it took me back a bit. Shocked I forgot to go to the bathroom and headed for the kitchen to do as I was told. I cornered Julia and asked her if she knew her husband and my wife were in the living room kissing. She blew it off. I further explained that they were actually making out not just a single kiss.
“More power to them,” she responded rather naively. “Poor Dave hasn’t been getting much from me lately!” Was I crazy to get upset about what was happening? I returned to the living room and gave Vicki her punch. No ‘thank you’s’ to be had. She gulped down about half of the red plastic cup in one motion.
“Why don’t you sit somewhere nearby, Dickwad, so you can be near when I need a refill.” I looked around and all the seats were taken. There was someone dressed in a polar bear costume sitting on the floor against the far wall, so I joined him. It turns out it was Mike from the softball team Dave and I played on.
“Your wife seems to be having a good time tonight,” he said rather casually. At least he seemed non-judgmental about it. I looked across the room to see that Vicki had continued her kissing with Dave. I watched as she reached over to Dale’s hand and slowly slid it onto her pussy. She left her hand over his as though that kept anyone from seeing what was happening. Dale looked over at me with a leering smile and his hand began to rub her pussy through the silky shorts. Vicki immediately started to respond lifting her hips slightly and hungrily kissing Dave.
I tried to keep up a conversation with Mike but he was as distracted by the show across the room as I was. He took his head off to talk to me but seldom looked over at me as we talked. Vicki sat up so she could kiss Dale. His hand was still roaming inside her thighs but when she sat upright he was forced out of there. Half of me was grateful but the other half realized she just wanted to kiss him and continue fulfilling her own needs. Dave gave me kind of a weak wave as though he was feeling slightly guilty, but he continued caressing Vicki’s back as she kissed Dale. Everyone in the room was watching them. Only a minimum of conversations continued as a circle of spectators formed around the room.
Suddenly, I heard, “Dickwad, more punch,” in a very commanding voice. “And get the boys, here, a couple of cold beers.” She barely moved from her activities. I could tell she was on her way to getting completely smashed. I obediently got up somewhat awkwardly and was surprised that I had a hardon amid all my embarrassment and anger. While I was out in the kitchen, someone said ‘hi Dickwad’ to me and it kind of pissed me off reminding me that I was the butt of everyone’s joke today.
When I returned I reached the cup out to Vicki waiting for her to accept it from me. She let me stand with my arm outstretched for quite a while kissing Dale the whole time. I could see her nipples were hard through the silky material and Dave was kissing her on the back of the neck and shoulders.
“Well put the drinks down and go back to your watching seat, Dickwad,” she said as she looked at Dale and smiled. “Dave, would you be a good boy and take off my top?” she said as I turned away and headed for my wall seat. She gave me a look that I had never seen from her. It was leering, determined, sexual yet somehow it told me that her behavior was intended to get me upset. It was payback. How far was she going to take this, I wondered? I decided that when I went in the kitchen I’d let Julie know that the two of them were still at it. Then I saw her watching from the entrance to the kitchen. She reached over and turned off the lamp in the room and then walked over to another switch and dimmed the other lamp to almost darkness, waving at Dave as she passed him. Julie then returned to the kitchen.
Dave meanwhile had unhooked the bra from behind Vicki. He massaged and kissed her back and then moved to her shoulders. As he began to slide it off Vicki backed off of Dale and lifted her arms up to ease the removal by Dave. I heard a couple of whistles. My wife was now in the middle of a party making out with two men, naked except for stockings and a pair of boy shorts. As my eyes were adjusting to the darkened room, I could see her nipples profiled. They were sticking out noticeably. Dale didn’t need a further invitation. He leaned forward and began to suck on her firm breasts and hardened nipples. Vicki leaned back into Dave’s chest. Dave began kissing her neck and shoulder and moved one hand around to her unattended breast. Vicki reached down gently rubbing her hand on Dave’s hidden member. You could tell from his expression that she was doing a good job of finding his sensitive areas in spite of his clothes.
I looked up and a crowd had formed at the Kitchen doorway; Julie standing in the front. Vicki was squirming under the manipulations of Dale’s lips and his hands were back between her legs. She had one leg over Dale’s lap but had relaxed the other so that it was hanging off of the couch, opening her legs. Everyone watched intently in the dim light as Dale rubbed her panties and Dave caressed her neck and face while she squirmed in between the two of them. Dale began moving his mouth down her torso and Dave immediately took over with both hands on her breasts.
The room had gone silent and you could hear my wife’s moaning as Dale’s head moved between her legs. His hands moved under her and lifted her ass as his mouth moistened the silk material stretched across her pussy. Dave continued playing her breasts from behind alternatively squeezing and pinching and one-finger rolling her nipples. Vicki seemed lost in the ecstasy of her manwich, moaning and breathing loud enough to be heard over the soft music.
Suddenly, Vicki lifted Dale’s head, brushed Dave’s hands aside and stood up. Standing tall, she reached over and gulped down her punch. Watching her, her naked tits hanging slightly but still quite magnificent I had to admit I was proud of my wife’s body. I was excited by her body. As she stood and displayed her body to everyone in the room, I was very excited. An excitement that muted my anger and embarrassment. I also knew that Vicki was excited beyond reason, too.
Mike leaned over and whispered to me, “If you don’t mind my saying so, that is one nice piece of ass.”
She turned around to face the guys still sitting on the couch. “What do you say, boys, should we move this party into the bedroom?”
Dale challenged her, “Too many people watching you here, sweetie?”
“Not at all, it’s just that we need a bigger platform and Dave has a king sized bed.” With that she put her fingers inside the sides of her shorts and peeled them down, leaning her ass toward me and most of the audience. Either the stockings were attached to the shorts or she was still very deft in spite of her consumption of punch, because as the shorts moved down her legs the stockings came off too. She stood naked in front of the all of us and then turned around showing us her cleanly shaven mound. There was a combination of whistles and catcalls which she responded to by swaying her hips and clutching her body with her hands. I had never known her to shave her pussy and I found it mesmerizing. There were a number of side conversations buzzing in the room.
“Hey Dickwad,” she said and everyone laughed with her again. “Bring my clothes and another punch into the bedroom.” She turned around and grabbed Dave and Dale by the hands, lifted them up, and marched out of the room holding their hands. As she passed Julie, she said to her, “Come join us if you want to watch?”
I grabbed up her clothes, just two pieces in all and passed by Julie who seemed a little shocked by what was happening. The room was abuzz with conversations now. As I was getting Vicki another drink, I saw Julie say excuse me and head for the bedroom. She was a bit unsteady on her feet. By the time I got to the bedroom Vicki was lying naked on the bed and both Dave and Dale – one on each side – were sucking and kissing her in all of her intimate spots. Julie was standing at the foot of the bed and just watching not saying a word.
“Put the punch on the nightstand and sit over there, Dickwad. And don’t say a word. Do you understand?” Her tone was serious and I knew my life would be hell if I crossed her.
“Yes dear,” I said meekly. As I passed by Julie I stuck my hand up her dress touching her ass. This movement was hidden from Vicki and I thought I might entice Julie into some sort of side action. I admit that my wife’s actions were making me horny and it seemed like I might have a new sense of freedom after tonight. I moved to my chair and sat down with a side view of the action on the bed.
Vicki spoke again but in a much kinder voice this time, “Julie, do you mind if I take Dave’s costume off and give him a blow job?” Julie paused as if weighing her options.
“I guess that would be alright with me.” I was shocked by Julie’s reaction. Dale whispered something in Vicki’s ear and she turned her face to me while the two men continued to touch her sensitive spots.
“Dickwad, dear, go get drinks for all of us. That would be, let’s see, one, two, three and a fourth if you want one for yourself. Beers for the boys and punches for you and Julie.”
I left the room and had to push by Mike and two other guys peering in the doorway. Obviously Vicki didn’t mind the audience so I left the door open. When I returned she had removed Dave’s clothes as she said she would and Dale had only his boxers on. I felt a shock of reality to realize that my wife was probably going to fuck these guys while I was watching. Dave was kneeling on the bed and Vicki was sitting in front of him legs akimbo with his cock in her hand. Just as I worked my way through the even larger crowd at the door, I saw Vickie look into my eyes and pull Dave’s cock into her mouth at the same time. I placed the drinks on the side table save for mine and Julie’s. Meanwhile Dale lifted her at the hips moving her to her knees so that he could kiss her ass. Soon her was licking her underneath like a dog sniffing her sex.
Julie had moved over to the one chair in the room that I had been sitting in. I handed her a drink. She downed a generous swig. I wasn’t sure what to do or where to sit until I heard her voice again.
“Julie, why don’t you let Dickwad suck your pussy right there in that chair while you watch me get Dave off? What do you think about that?”
Julie looked at me and I gave her an encouraging smile. She stood up and removed her petticoat and her panties. She left her skirt on but was naked underneath. Sitting down she moved to the edge of the chair and spread her legs. She looked at me expectantly. I removed my silly Gilligan hat and threw it on the floor. I saw a blanket and put it on the floor knelt on it and slid my hands up Julie’s dress. I didn’t want to start too quickly. I ran my hands up the inside of her thighs. As soon as I got to her pussy with my fingers I realized just how wet she was. I could hear the bed squeaking a bit and Vicki doing some gagging. I started to kiss the inside of Julie’s legs and then lifted them over my shoulders.
“Go easy Dale, baby. Slow it down or I won’t be able to keep Dave in my mouth. Mmmm. Yes that’s much better.” And as she said “better” it was muffled as her mouth was filled. I was working my way into the depths of Julie’s soft creamy thighs.
“Do you like that Dave?” Vicki said after some time.
“Yes,” was the breath-filled response. Then a period of quiet, bed squeaks, and muffled gags followed by a cry of relief from Dave and cheers from the hallway. Cheering, I thought, was nervy. Meanwhile I had fully engulfed Julie’s sweet pussy. And I mean sweet. She had a wonderful odor, was already dripping juices and was so responsive to my licking. She was trying to be quiet and not attract the attention of the hallway crowd but I could sense her soft moans and rocking, arching hips that opened her legs to my lips.
I’m not sure how much time had passed since Dave’s release – maybe ten minutes. I heard Vicki starting a rhythmic grunt that was picking up speed along with the bed springs.
“Yes, yes, yes,” she shouted. “Fuck me Dale, fuck me hard!” And based on the bouncing springs, I could tell he was. I tried to focus on Julie who occasionally opened her eyes to look at the bed but seemed deeply involved with my luscious licks into her slit. I opened her swollen lips wide with my fingers and lapped at her clit. She struggled with each pass I made across her nub. Barely touching it I began to pick up the pace as I could sense she was getting close. I heard a scream and realized it was Vicki. I thrust my fingers up into Julie’s wet tunnel. A quick thrust that caught her breathless, then increasing the pressure from my tongue and sliding my fingers in and out, I heard her give up on her attempts to be quiet.
Women were screaming but not in unison. Vicki was loud not caring who heard and Julie was forgetting where she was, her hands tightly grabbing fistfuls of my hair. I felt her juices pour out of her and cover my lower face and fingers. Soon calm and quiet came across the room. I looked over to the bed and Dave was not to be seen. Dale was stretched out on his back obviously pleased with his performance. He was wearing just a big shit-eating grin. Vicki was sitting up, her legs still open, moisture on her thighs glistening in the dim light, gulping from her red cup. There were still a few open mouthed men crowded at the entrance.
“Dickwad, I need more punch…. Who’s next?”
Todd was finally coming home. It had been more than three years since he was first assigned to Afghanistan. Then there was his reassignment to Iraq. His last trip home she had been away at camp. Amy was so excited. She was only fourteen when her brother left. She had grown a bit awkwardly at first but now, having just turned eighteen, she was in full bloom. She was like an azalea bush bursting with color, busting out in womanly curves everywhere you looked. She was in control of her body and confident of her sexuality. She wanted to show her brother how much she had grown. When she smiled, her face glowed. She gave off pure light. A small slice of heaven, innocent and full of life.
She had taken the day off from school to greet Todd. Mom and dad would join them at dinner time. She waited impatiently. Excited. So much to tell him.
She was just pouring herself her second cup of coffee – something she never did – when she heard the front door open. She ran from the kitchen through the living room and threw herself into Todd’s waiting arms. His mass surprised her. She worried she might knock him over in her excitement but he was as steady as a rock. He picked her up and easily lifted her above his head. He made her feel like a little girl again and those memories of when they played together washed over her and she began to cry and laugh. As he slid her down she hugged him with her tightest hug and reveled in the strength of his muscular frame. Her face nuzzled against the nape of his neck.
Todd could feel the supple body of his sister as she pressed against him and it made him a bit uncomfortable. Trapped in Muslim country for so long didn’t lead to the most satisfying sex and he was easily stirred by the supple body of his younger sister. He put her down on the ground and hunching over her began to tickle her like he did when they were kids. She squirmed and squealed.
“Glad to see that some things are still the same,” he said. He continued to tickle her until she could stand it no longer.
“Stop. Stop. Please,” she begged. He backed away from her. He picked up his duffle bag and moved into the living room.
“So, what’s new sis? What have you been up to?”
“Well this is new,” she said posing her frame, hand on hip. “Do you see any difference?”
“Oh, yes. I couldn’t help but notice. You’ve all grown up. And beautifully too. My little sister has grown into a beautiful flower of womanhood.”
She smiled and ran over to the chair he was seated in, jumped into his lap, straddling his waist with her legs and gave him a hug. And then she kissed him. On the lips, not fleetingly but not sexually. Her lips were soft, a loving kiss with meaning. He kissed her back.
“That’s enough of that!” he said. “Tell me what you’ve been up to.” Amy continued to sit on his lap. Todd had chosen a straight backed chair and she was comfortable straddling him. When she began to tell him all about the experiences in her life over the past two years, she became more and more excited. Her speech became faster and faster and she added hand motions and body movements. Todd was listening but he was also very aware of every time her legs shifted slightly. He could feel his cock growing under the movements of her mounded bottom. He didn’t feel right about it but just couldn’t help himself.
Then as quickly as she jumped on him she gracefully left his lap in mid sentence, never stopping for a breath. She was talking about how she had become very interested in science and how she took a bunch of electives and was good at math and she was going to Purdue next fall. She thought she might become a biologist.
“What about boys?” he asked. She was now moving around the room occasionally sitting here and there but too excited to stay still.
“Oh, there have been some but mostly immature high school boys. Mostly they are stupid about girls and what we want. Their idea of a good time is getting together on a Saturday night and playing video games.” She did have her eye on one guy, Brian, but nothing had happened with him so far. He was on the football team.
“And OH, I’m on the cheerleading squad. Crazy, I know. But it has been a lot of fun. We do a lot of sophisticated dances. Wanna see a cheer?”
“Sure, I’d love too.” She dashed out of the room yelling something about a minute. He took the time to straighten the rod in his pants. She returned shortly in her cheerleader outfit. It was classic. Dark blue with a big red “B” on the top with a pleated skirt that combined the blue and red. She even had her pom poms. The top looked a bit small and stretched across her bulbous breasts making the upper part of the “B” look bigger. It didn’t quite come down to the top of the skirt, showing off her taut midriff. The thin straps of the top did not hide the athletic bra she wore under it. She was barefoot.
Todd found himself responding to his sexy little sister and was trying hard not to react sexually. He reminded himself of his own high school days and how these outfits were meant to be cute and innocent. His cock wasn’t listening, though, and he remembered just how long it had been since he had sex. Normally his sister wouldn’t excite him. It was just that he was so horny.
She turned and raised her arms and kicked her legs and sifted her hips. Her full breasts wobbled as she moved up and down. Very sexy, he thought. He couldn’t help but notice that she apparently didn’t put on the panties that go with the outfit since he could see flashes of white as she lifted her legs. She finished with a flurry of jumps that caused her skirt to lift high and revealed her white bikini cut panties in all their glory. She ran over to the chair jumping on his lap again and asked if he liked it.
“You look like the high school dream girl that every boy wants. Where did you learn all of those sexy moves? You have rhythm and can dance. I never had those skills.”
“Well, look at you! You’re all muscle.” She grabbed his biceps with her hands, then ran them across his chest and over his shoulders. He could feel his hard member sitting up straight and he felt her crotch surround it. Without her jeans on, there was just the think cotton of her panties and his khaki pants between them. Not enough to hide his engorged pole. As she shifted around to squeeze his muscles he could feel her pussy lips slide around his pole.
“And what have you been up to?” she asked quietly. Her voice seemed so much more intimate.
“Nothing to talk about.”
“What about girls? You must have every nurse and female private lusting after you.”
He laughed. “No such luck. Not where I have been.”
She rolled her hips over his middle.
“Does that explain the muscle I feel here?” His face went red. “Poor baby!” She leaned forward and kissed him. First on his lips, then on one side of his face. She slowly ran her mouth across to the other side of his face and planted another kiss. Her hips began to move slowly and deliberately along his length.
“We can’t do th...” She covered his mouth with hers and gave him a deep passionate kiss and continued to roll her hips against him. He forgot momentarily what he was going to say. She hugged him tight and rubbed more deliberately. He was beginning to get lost in the feeling of her pussy rubbing up against his groin. He remembered how when he was a teenager he used to dry hump his girlfriend.
“Amy, please stop. This isn’t right.”
“It’s OK. Just enjoy the feeling. Your little sister is all grown up and not as innocent as you remember.” She shifted upward onto his hips focusing the tip of his elongated muscle. Her breasts dangled in front of his face. She was enjoying the rocking as much as he and she could feel her juices flowing.
He murmured, “No,” but she ignored him and continued. His willpower was waning and she knew it. She pushed her chest forward so that it touched his mouth. He buried his face between her breasts. She lifted her top grabbing her bra simultaneously and removed them both, tossing them to the floor. She pressed her naked top against his face. He greedily lapped at her nipples twisting his head between them. His arms were around her under her arms. She was rocking vigorously now in a steady rhythm, moaning at each backward thrust as her clit slid along his pole.
He was giving in completely. Her naked breasts had won him over. The touch of her soft hairless feminine skin against his face. Or was it the sexual movements of her hips over his member. He slid forward in the chair to increase the tension and could feel her riding his entire length. His hips moving slightly to the rhythm as well. He could no longer claim his conscious was bothering him. He was simply giving in and being his animal self. Just feeling it happen.
He heard his sister vocalize her orgasm as she picked up the pace. It was his sister and it was wrong. He released immediately. Grunting to her moans. He hugged her tight and reveled in the softness of her hair, the flesh of her naked back and the sweet smell of her sex.
Chapter 1, Ann
We were on vacation and we spent the days enjoying each other’s company and enjoying each other’s body. In ways that were impossible during the normal bustle of life. Today was her day.
Kathy is slouched in the tub, water lapping at her hardened nipples with her arms resting still at her sides. Her eyes are closed. I am using a soapy face cloth with my left hand soaping her shoulders and breasts while my right hand glides the bar of soap along her legs. I am kneeling beside the tub on a pile of towels, washing her down. She really liked the shampoo and the head massage that accompanied it. She was totally relaxed and enjoying the feel of the wash on her skin. The feeling of total clean that follows a bath.
She opens her legs at a slight urging, so I can run the soap up the inside of her leg. My washing of her breasts has gotten more sexual. Lifting and squeezing while I wash underside of each. The gentle rub of the washcloth around her nipples. Nipples that got hard an hour and a half ago in the Jacuzzi, while we fooled around as usual. I moved the soap into her mound and was able to develop a slippery lather even though it was under the warm water. She opened her legs wider and slumped father into the water – down to the top of her shoulders. I rubbed throughout the trimmed hair of her mound, conscious of pulling her whole mound upwards and sideways with firm movements. I soaped up her slit. It opened easily in the water and her lips spread themselves open to my soapy hand. Her clit stood stiff.
The bell rang. I was able to answer it from my bathroom speaker. But as I reached for the speaker, she moved her hands to her pussy and began to play with herself. I paused before pressing the button and took her hands in my right hand.
“Wait for me,” I said. “Trust me, it’ll be good.” I pressed the button and told Ann to come right in.
Ann was our masseuse and we had used her for a long time. There is a very high level of trust between us. We often use a professional massage as a prelude to sex and Ann understands the nature of these evenings for us. She was glad to help us along, but we never engaged her in any sex directly. She always maintained professionalism about her work which I respected. She just didn’t pretend.
I returned to Kathy and reminded her of her whole body with sweeping motions of both hands. The water was not quite hot enough, so I let the hot faucet pour a steady stream into the tub creating some noise cover. I created a current in the tub that rolled the hot water up between her legs and across her stomach. Soon with the soap bar in my right hand, I had both hands around her mound. Kathy’s body was needy and I couldn’t ignore it. I ran the bar of soap up and down her slit, coating the side of her clit with the tip of the soap. I began to focus my right hand fingers on her clit, running circles around it while my left hand was pulling her mound up and her lips open. She moaned, seemly oblivious to the muffled sounds of Ann setting up her table in the adjoining bedroom.
Kathy was relaxed, her hips moving and one hand squeezing her breast. She was moaning in rhythm to my quickening movements around, next to, and occasionally gently across her clit. She was moaning in a voice that, no doubt, Ann could hear. And by now Ann was through setting up and could hear everything through the slightly ajar door. It excited me more to know that Ann could hear my woman getting off so boldly and uncontrollably. I flicked up and down with the soap, then fast little flicks of my finger along spots next to her clit, until I found her spot. Her voice gave her away. And I just stayed with that movement. She came and she came and I slowed down and moved to a lower spot. She relaxed and I slowly slid my finger back to her spot and rested there while she gave a final draining of sexual energy. She loved the way I would play with her for hours before I brought her to orgasm. How many years of her sexual life was spent rushing to a quick orgasm before she recognized the thundering value of deferring so that she had multiple orgasms one right after the other? Before I came into her life she had always thought of multiple orgasms as counted per day not in sequence.
After we drained the tub and I dried Kathy, we both wrapped ourselves in towels and went into the bedroom to join Ann. Kathy was still too weak to engage in a conversation but she acknowledged Ann with her lowered eyes.
“Making me envious there, young Missy,” Ann joked, “I’ll bet it’ll feel good to follow that up with a nice massage.” Ann was in her late 30’s, a few years older than us, but she often talked as though she was a lot older. The lighting was dimmed, candles lit. Kathy got on the table, removing her towel. She lay on her front and Ann covered her with a sheet and started her tape. It was a classical piece and very soothing. Ann had a rule that while some comments were allowed, she preferred not engage in conversation during the massage. I took my usual seat in the captain’s chair, placed for its strategic view of the massage. While the towel was still wrapped around my waist, my legs were crossed in a square, leaving plenty of exposure if Ann cared to notice. She had seen all my goods before, of course, when she gave me a massage. She finished Kathy’s head and neck, and was beginning to work on her shoulders.
It seemed that Ann was gentler than usual, although she was generally into relaxing massages. Her hands were pressing and smoothing and gently kneading the larger muscles without the pain associated with deep tissue or sports massage. She worked her way down each of Kathy’s arms, finishing by twisting and pulling along each individual finger. I was always impressed with how doing all the digits completed the relaxation. It was a wonderful feeling and I could see that Kathy was enjoying it too. She was completely relaxed. Once we realized that when we took turns being relaxed while the other pampered or teased us, we opened a whole new dimension to our sex life. Like when Kathy finally admitted to having fantasies and we started sharing them with one another. (The positives of being married for some time.)
Ann pulled the sheet back as she began to work on her back. I could feel my cock beginning to grow beneath the open towel. Somehow I always found it exciting to see Ann’s hands on Kathy’s smooth curving back. Of course, unlike Kathy I hadn’t had an orgasm yet today and it didn’t take much to get me hard again. My cock was pressing up against the stretched terry cloth on my lap. Hidden from view by the towel. I wasn’t sure if it was the sight of Kathy’s naked back, the anticipation of the rest of the massage, the thought that Ann might look over at me and notice my bulge, or the fact that I’ve had a hardon for most of the past two hours with no completion yet. Whatever it was I was much more excited than usual.
I shifted in my seat, putting one foot in the seat of the captain’s chair. The movement caused the towel to loosen at the waist and almost fall off of me. My hardon was wedged between the towel and my up lifted leg. The tip was peeking out. Ann looked over as I wrapped my arms around the leg perched on the seat. My finger tips just above where my cock peeked out. She gave me the once over, a look that seemed to confirm her envy. She was rubbing the lower half of Kathy’s back to the top of her buttocks. As she looked at me, I moved my hand down as though I was scratching the bottom of my thigh but I was rubbing my cock head with my wrist. Ann watched – her eyes saw right through my game – as I continued “scratching” for some time. She replaced the sheet over Kathy’s back and folded it up from the bottom exposing Kathy’s legs and bottom.
As Ann began massaging her legs her eyes were drawn off me toward Kathy’s feet. She had a sensual way of massaging and her hands would gently nudge or slide across Kathy’s bottom, sometimes into her crack, as she rubbed along the inside of her legs. Kathy was beginning to show signs of revival, and I could hear the rhythm of her breathing change. With my artful and sporadic play, my cock had managed to become slightly more exposed. As I began to sway my leg from side to side the towel rode up on it creating a pleasant sensation. Ann was watching me with a steady relaxed stare almost as though she unaware of what her eyes were watching. She seemed to be in a trance. The swaying of my leg caused my hard on to grow fully and fall away from my leg as I swayed out.
Ann was working on Kathy’s ass. Gently rolling the muscles, pulling the crack open and then pushing it shut with a pressing motion. I finally put my hand onto my cock. Ann while still staring didn’t react. Her movements on Kathy were slowing and working gently on the muscles that surrounded her private hole in back. Kathy was moaning softly. I was pulling the skin tight around my cock, applying pressure to the tip, leaving my pole a full three quarters in view. I knew I shouldn’t cum. But playing was extremely enjoyable and I couldn’t resist touching myself.
It was time for Kathy to turn over and as she looked my way she saw me with my cock in my hand and smiled. Ann began at the top massaging Kathy’s face, head and neck with her finger tips. She moved to the top of the table to do this and again her vision was cast in a different direction from me. But soon, she had returned to the side and again gave a relaxed, non-judgmental stare directly at my crotch. I now had two legs on the floor and had opened the loose towel. My hard on was standing at full attention and I had no hands on it limiting the view. Still Ann just gave me her trancelike stare. As Ann watched I moved my hands closer to each side of the base, then with my right hand I formed a circle of my thumb and forefinger and slowly brought it up and down the shaft. No obvious reaction, although it felt good to me, so I did it a few more times.
Ann was massaging one of Kathy’s breasts, using both hands from the bottom squeezing it and moving upward like a cone of soft clay. Both hands moving slowly toward the nipple and gently rolling her palms over it. Kathy rolled her head over and took a quick glance at me holding my cock in the ring of my fingers, and stretched one of those sexual energy stretches as she watched me. She relaxed again and closed her eyes silently signally her approval of my actions. Ann began massaging her stomach and loins. I got up went to the bed and grabbed a pillow. Returning, I sat on the towel and held the pillow between my legs. I love the feel of cool soft cotton rubbing my cock. With Ann gazing, I began to rub the pillow up and down my shaft. In this position, Ann could not see my cock anymore until I began to lift my hips up so my rocking cock would push out beyond the top of the pillow.
Ann shifted the sheet again covering Kathy’s upper body, while uncovering her from the waist down. Even under two folded layers, Kathy’s nipples created a silhouette. They were probably sensitive to the weight of the sheet, if not the occasional movement of the sheet whenever she breathed hard. As Ann massaged her upper inner thigh, her wrist rested in her mound, moving slowly across it with each movement of her hand. She worked each leg, teasing Kathy’s clit and slit by carefully massaging very close to these sensitive areas.
Kathy looked over again and a restful smile underlined her playful eyes. She was having a good time and amused by my performance for Ann. This message was being telepathed to me from Kathy – her acceptance of my behavior – and it turned me on even more. As she continued to look at me along with Ann, I felt she was egging me on. I stood up and went over to the edge of the high bed and repositioned the pillow on the edge of the bed and rested my cock in it. I began to rock back and forth while I was standing up, the edge of the bed high enough with the pillow on it to just reach my cock. I watched Ann as she focused her massage on Kathy’s genital area. Kathy’s hips were arching up and down. I was rocking harder and positioned so Ann and Kathy could both see my obvious masturbation dance.
They had a side view and could see both my tight butt and my hard cock move back and forth. Ann’s fingers were moving like spider legs creating pulsating tiny massages throughout Kathy’s genital area. Kathy put her knees up and rocked her hips slowly. Ann’s palms rested still while each finger beat to a different rhythm or so it seemed as they each went faster, each concentrating on a different spot. Her hands were deep inside her groin. Kathy’s legs were wide.
I was surprised to see how excited Kathy was. She was beginning to come. Her moans softer than before. One finger was bouncing on Kathy’s rear crack. Two on the edges of her pussy. The other hand was focused on her clit and her slit with their rapid tapping. All of us were glancing and watching each other.
I was pumping hard as Kathy’s moans began to loudly fill the air. We had never gone this far with Ann before, although Kathy had orgasms twice before under Ann’s hands. I had never had one before in front of her, but I was going to now. And as I rocked into the crease of the pillow, it formed more perfectly to my shaft. Rubbing hard against the soft material, Ann could see the length of my entire cock clearly from her higher vantage point and she was now moving her eyes from Kathy’s crotch to mine. Kathy continued to glance over at me but it was obvious that I lost her attention when her orgasm began. Ann stopped her tapping and put three fingers full length into her pussy, Her other hand was directly stimulating Kathy’s clitoral region in a way I couldn’t make out, but Kathy was coming. Moaning. I could see Ann’s hand moving in and out of Kathy’s pussy with her thumb resting just below her clit. Her other hand was working in unison somehow with the movement of her thumb. Kathy was caught up in her own orgasmic ecstasy. She was exploding and arching her hips as Ann’s hands moved faster and faster. As her hips subsided and Ann’s hands moved sporadically, Anne looked over and gave me a hard stare. She then slowly licked her lips.
My first squirt splashed across the bed. Ann smiled at the first squirt, mighty as it was, which must have gone four feet. It was a dirty smile. I rubbed as quickly as I could and squirt after squirt hit the air, my stomach, and the bed. There was a pause before I blew two more short but fast ones. Kathy was all done, collapsed on the massage table. Ann recovered Kathy with the sheet and gave her a few last comforting stokes, from toe to head with gentle traces of her palms, lovingly it seemed.
“Well, I guess my work here is done,” Ann said as she dried her hands with a small towel. I began to feel embarrassed. Ann was still fully clothed, Kathy was covered up with a sheet, and I was standing there stark naked with sticky cream all over myself and the pillow.
“Here you can probably use this,” she said throwing her towel at me. “I enjoyed the show, soldier. It was fun.” She reached over for her coat. “I’ll show myself out. Call again!” I responding ‘goodbye’ and a loud ‘thanks’ from Kathy reminded me she was still there. And Ann was gone. Her time with us was certainly exciting. Each time she visits a further boundary is passed.
Chapter 2, Kathy is Rear Ended
I helped Kathy into the bed like one would with a sleeping child. Actually she seemed to be awakening a bit and I think she just enjoyed the cuddle. We took about 30 minutes, had a little bite to eat, broke down the massage table, and generally goofed off. The entire time, I kept working on her mind. Talking to her about Ann and whether we had gone too far this time.
Kathy initiated the next contact. Grabbing me from behind, she nibbled my back and nape of my neck, while she pressed her breasts against me. She moved up my back with her nipples grazing along my back. She began to kiss my ears and the sides of my face. She lowered me onto the bed, sliding out from behind me, kissing my chest and stomach as her hand gently moved along my legs. She continued kissing me, moving lower into my groin and ignoring my cock except for the flesh of her cheek and silken hair brushing against it.
She kissed the tops of my legs and lifting my legs, she breathed across my balls. She puffed hot air and quick kisses beyond my balls across my crack. She released my legs slowly as she kissed her way back to my stomach, this time trapping my hard-as-can-be cock against the nape of her neck. Her breasts moved up and she let my cock slide in between them. She reached back under my legs and lifted them again causing my cock to roll in between her soft full breasts.
She titillated me. Sucking on the head of my cock for brief periods, moving her concentration around to all of my hot spots, pressing her breasts together around my cock. Eventually she began to focus more intently on my cock with her mouth. She knows that I enjoy blow jobs even though I seldom come from them. Her mouth and hands moved in unison and it gave me the feeling that she had one huge mouth.
After five or ten more minutes I was anxious to take over. Kathy had never experienced anal fucking and I thought today might be the time to try. We talked about it and she indicated a willingness but was a little afraid of pain. I pulled her face to mine and wiggled around until my cock was snuggled between her legs, with the tip right near her clit. We kissed. I kissed her face in small moving kisses all around her face, neck and ears. We rolled around for a while before I found my face between her legs.
I used my wet tongue to gently flick the length of her clit’s little shaft, rather than the head directly. After a while I stopped the flicking and gave a big wet kiss to the whole area surrounding her clit. A wet lick and a kiss were interlaced with sucking motions. I lifted her legs and licked the opening of her cunt. Then licked the space below her cunt opening. Holding a leg in each hand I spread them and softly blew hot air across her brown hole, licked it lightly and breathed on it again. I repeatedly licked and dried her while I held her legs open.
“I have a surprise for you,” I said.
I reached under the nightstand where I had carefully placed a couple of measured restraints. There were two. They had been pre-measured to fit under Kathy’s knees attached to a rope which fastened to the two posts of the headboard. This caused Kathy’s legs to be held up in the air and spread exposing all of her genital area both front and back to me without effort. She could relax her legs in the harness because the ropes were strong and the wrap around was a wide piece of cloth that fit her comfortably.
To expose her bottom even more I placed a small pillow under the small of her back. I felt like I was about to consume a gourmet meal with all sorts of choices laid before me. I began to lick and suck her all over moving from her ass cheeks to her swollen slit to poking at her ass and her vagina and her clit. She made a delicious moist meal.
I formed a nice circular open kiss around her ass hole and sucked on it hard. I licked her hole and pushed the tip of my tongue into it. I placed a finger inside her hole while I kissed her cunt and her clit. I moved my finger in and out and then left it deep inside her while I rolled it around in as big a circle as I could.
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