Mother and Daughters - Erotic Couplings
He falls in love with a whole family.
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I met Kathi through an online dating site. We both loved writing. My skills were the creative kind, hers more focused on the craft -- good grammar, proper wording, that sort of thing. We were a great match. Her passion for life equaled if not exceeded mine. The early days were like a magical trip into the world of Ali Baba complete with flying carpet and cave that opened via the words "Open Saysme." The cave in this case was her heart and the lovely cavern between her legs. The word soul mate was ever on our lips as though it was not just the way our bodies connected but our minds, our hearts, our souls.
Naturally the electricity between us was so intense, the love making so exquisite, I don't really even know if souls were even involved. Yet no arguments ever seemed to come between us. Her words seemed to finish mine and mine hers.
I was recently divorced; her exit from marriage a bit further in the past – at least a year. I had a townhouse, she a quaint two bedroom condo. I lived alone; she had two lovely daughters. One was sixteen; the other nineteen.
Carmen, the sixteen year old, was a boisterous girl, always talking, commenting about everything and possessing the most distressing of qualities – a temper. Yet she had the rare ability to connect with just about anyone, at least for a while, until her temper kicked in and she blew a gasket. I understood her almost immediately, enjoying our conversations, the occasional flirting. Yet I knew the risks of becoming too close.
Once she showed me a tattoo she had just received. "Oh Dan, please you have to see this."
Quickly unsnapping her jeans, she pulled them halfway down her thigh. With a twist of her hand, her thong underwear was pulled aside so I could see a little butterfly planted on her stomach under her belly button just a bit to the left. Only I didn't stare that closely at it because something else more delectable was nearby. Her pubic hair lay open to my view and I could almost see a dark spot just below her fingers. The smell of feminine perspiration and the trace of a more delicate scent from that spot between her legs cried for my touch.
Only I couldn't yield to such temptations. She was far too young, not my type at all, just a teenager that didn't know that her stupid actions might drive a grown man crazy. I wanted nothing to do with the kind of trouble she would bring. Besides, I was in love with the girl's mother. Kathi was the genuine article, a good woman, madly in love with me.
Her sister was a different story completely. Not exactly shy, Heather was the intellectual of the family. Rather than writing stories the way I was inclined, she enjoyed poetry. Yet she would never let me or Kathi read them.
"They're far too personal," she would say. "I only write for myself, so I can remember a feeling, an idea."
Both of the girls were blond, fair skinned. Heather was a bit shorter, thinner with smaller breasts. Even at the young age of 16 Carmen's were large melon shaped objects, hanging down just a bit from the weight. Heather's in contrast while not being particularly small were not nearly as grand in size. Even when she was braless as was frequently the case, her shapely orbs stood straight against the thin fabric of her shirt.
I met Kathi in the summer and with neither girl familiar with a strange man around, they acted and dressed as though it was still just the three of them. Most clothes were of the halter top category, bare stomachs, thongs showing every time one of them bent over. I was in this continuous state of arousal as new pieces of anatomy were revealed.
Heather tended to wear comfortable casual clothes, the type I remember around the girls I knew as a young teen, the hippy look I would often call it. The pants were always jeans either long tattered ones with holes in the knees and butt. Or the short kind, ends frayed, showing just a bit of the curve from her butt when she bent over or curled against the couch watching TV.
The younger daughter Carmen was the exact opposite. Her clothes were always elegant, expensive, smooth and soft, folding over her curves in a natural yet provocative way. The young girl actually looked older than her sister with a look in her eye of experience. Kathi and I would always laugh about her, "Nineteen going on twenty six."
Yet Carmen was the religious one of the two. Devoted to God, her actual life belied this deep seated commitment. While passionate in word and emotion, the attraction of the dark life of a sinner beckoned her so strongly that she lived a much wilder and crazier life than her more cerebral atheist sister. Alcohol and sex were her biggest vices at the moment.
Once when Kathi and I returned from a trip to the mountains, police filled the apartment. Apparently Carmen had decided that a party would be the perfect entertainment. Unfortunately one of the girls was raped by one of the boys. We were up half the night trying to resolve the difficulty, helping the police gather evidence.
Heather was a true flower child reminding me of the days of my youth when I would bounce around, no home to call my own, each day a new adventure, no worry about the future, no care for money or wealth, just wanting the world to be a better place.
Before I came into her life, Kathi had shared her master bedroom with Heather while Carmen occupied the other smaller one. As I spent more and more time with Kathi, I would often spend the night in her bed. Heather was forced to sleep on the couch.
Sometimes at night, I would wake up and go to the kitchen for a drink of water. I was forced to pass through the living area where Heather would be sleeping soundly on the couch. With the hot nights of summer upon us, she would lay with legs sprawled in her thong underwear, no bra, no covers, practically naked. I paused staring down at her slender form wondering what it would be like to lay with her, to feel her skin against me, to smell the scent of her breath on my cheek.
One night the heat was so intense that she neglected to wear her panties. As I walked by, I noticed her nakedness and stood over her, studying her, my eyes pouring over each feature open before me. Like a flower facing the sun she seemed to recognize my stare and moved toward me, her arms to her side, her breasts open, her legs spread, one falling over the edge of the couch. I kneeled down before her, sliding between her legs, my face close to her abdomen. Her smell rose in waves tickling my nose.
Recalling the stories of how deeply she slept, that an atomic bomb would barely cause her to stir, I wondered if I could indeed touch her. Her smell spoke to me in soft whispers – come to me. So, I pressed my mouth against her, kissing the lips between her legs softly until I felt the wetness seep into my mouth.
She groaned so I slipped my tongue into her, sucking her juices into my mouth. How good she was. I had never tasted anything so fine. It was more than the actual flavor but the simple fact that I was enjoying her, this little goddess. I knew I should stop before she awoke but it was as if I was frozen to the spot, the only movement possible, my tongue and hands. So I slipped my hands under her buttocks and lifted them up, pressing my mouth against her, my tongue now deep inside, my upper lip caressing her clit.
Her groans were loader and my tongue moving faster, flicking back and forth.
Then I heard her say something. The words were unrecognizable to me. I had this sense of her waking, so I slipped from between her legs and fell to the carpet.
On the floor motionless, I waited until her breathing became regular, then carefully, without a sound, crawled past her toward Kathi's bedroom. All thoughts of a glass of water had vanished. With pounding heart I stood up straight and entered the room. Kathi's breathing was regular. I slipped under the covers against her.
That night I had the most incredible sexual experience. As I pounded against Kathi, mounting her time and again, my thoughts were of Heather, of being buried deep inside her, feeling her buck and sigh and moan as I brought her to a climax.
I wondered if that would ever be a reality.
Kathi grew exceedingly irritated with Heather's ownership of the couch. Heather was a messy person, never having learned the meaning of putting anything in its proper location. Tensions began to arise each morning as the disorder around the couch grew and grew.
Finally one afternoon, Kathi erupted. "This will simply not work. The living room is no place for a young woman like you. You are returning to the bedroom."
"And where am I going to sleep? With you and Dan?" she asked. "I would think you'd want a bit of privacy."
"That's fine Kath," I said. "We'll work something out. There's lots of space in the bedroom."
"I've got it," I said. "We'll split it up, hang an old curtain across the room. We'll stay on one side, and Heather on the other."
"Dad has an old futon I could probably use," Heather said. "That wouldn't take up much space at all."
So Heather did indeed move into our bedroom. Since Kathi did not have a large enough curtain or bed spread, she was forced to use a sheet of muslum that while not transparent was close to it. I helped set up our makeshift separator.
That first night we hadn't retrieved the futon yet, so Heather was forced to sleep with the two of us.
"I can go home to the townhouse to sleep until we get everything set up," I said.
"Not on your life," Kathi said. "Heather is the one that was messy so she needs to endure this."
We never actually discussed which side of the bed she would sleep. I never thought much about it. Kathi and I turned in early like we usually did and were soon fast asleep.
Sometime during the night, I felt myself pushed toward the center of the bed. On waking up, I found myself face to face with Heather.
"I have no room," she whispered.
So I slid over pushing Kathi with my back. Heather moved further onto the bed, placing her arms around me, her nose next to mine, her lips inches away. I could feel a thin piece of cloth between her chest and mine. Her leg had already slid over my longer ones. My penis hardened as it touched a bare leg.
I reached around her sliding my hands down her cloth night shirt to her bare buttocks. Pulling her forward our lips touched. I thought she would pull back, but she didn't.
"Thanks," she whispered.
"My pleasure," I said. "And believe me, it is indeed a pleasure."
"For me too," she said opening her lips to kiss me.
Our kiss was just two soft lips meeting and pressing together, nothing more, no movement, just the touching. My penis twitched so I pulled her closer.
Then we pulled our heads back as though nothing had happened, both of us ignoring the nakedness of our lower bodies. And she fell asleep.
During the night I woke up, the hardness between my legs pressed against a softness that I couldn't identify at first. Then I realized that it was Heathers rear end. My penis was nestled between her cheeks.
Sliding a hand around her hips, I slipped it under her night shirt and around a breast. Pulling her to me, I pushed my penis deeper into her butt while leaning my head over her shoulder and into the fragrance of her blond hair. I began to nuzzle her earlobe with my lips, rubbing her nipple with my fingers, and inching my penis further and further toward her pussy.
She must have been in a heavy sleep, but while her mind might have been in dreamland, her body began to react to my actions. Her nipples stood out like little erasers as I alternated between touching one and then the other. Little whimpers, hardly audible slipped from her mouth.
As I felt her body respond, mine did as well. As I pushed my penis toward her slit, a tremble like a mini-earthquake rippled through her body. Quickly, I placed my hand between her legs and caressed her clit. With each touch, she jerked. Slowly I eased into her.
After an inch, I eased back out, then in again, just an inch, then two, back and forth. She was soft like velvet, wet and clingy – tight, so very tight almost as though she were sucking on me. My fingers continued to touch her clit lightly this time around the edges of the now engorged pleasure center. Lightly I touched the sides of it, around the edges.
And she responded by pushing hard against me. I slid into her as far as I could go. We began this frantic pushing and pulling until with a cry she climaxed. Moments behind her orgasm, I gushed my cream deep inside her.
As our excitement died down, I began thinking of Kathi. What if she felt all the activity in the bed? I truly did love her. I would never want her to be hurt by what happened between Heather and I.
So I listened for a long time and could only detect the regular even breathing of a person deep in slumber. So I remained inside Heather until my penis softened and I fell out of her. Yet I continued to hold her throughout the night.
Toward morning, I shifted so I was now facing Kathi's buttocks. In perfect spooning formation we spent the last hour together, the light of the morning spreading through the room.
Two years passed. Heather was rooming at college with a couple of girl friends. Graduation was in two months. Her plans were to travel to Costa Rica for further studies at a university there.
Carmen, turned 18, was as crazy as ever, only legal now. We had this on again off again flirting situation going. She dressed provocatively, had for two years, rushing through the condo naked, tight skirts, no panties, breasts popping out at opportune moments, a touch on the thigh, a lick on the neck, a hug nightie to t-shirt – the list went on and on. For two years I handled it as well as I could. On her eighteenth birthday, things were different.
An emergency to Heather required Kathi's attention. A male stud with extra hormones had pushed the envelope, raped the poor girl. It happened the night Carmen turned eighteen. I wanted to be the hero, rescuing poor Heather, enjoying her gratefulness, her body open for my tender care. But Kathi's motherhood rose to the occasion. She rushed off to help the tender girl, mothering her in tender embrace. I wanted to be that embrace.
So somewhat miffed, I spent the evening alone with Carmen.
"It just isn't fair you know," she said. "Just so ridiculous. I could kill Mom."
"So what do you want to do then?" I asked.
"I want to be with my friends," she said. "I'm eighteen for fucks sake."
"Too bad you're stuck with me. It's not my fault your Mom doesn't trust you out alone on your birthday." I smiled at the girl to show her I wasn't offended. "Anyway, I like being alone with you."
"I bet you'd rather be with Heather right now," she said. "I've seen the way you look at her, always trying to get a peek under her skirt, not that she wears many of them."
"I must admit. I do like her. No use denying it. So your stuck with me. What do you want to do?"
"Maybe there's a movie on," she said flicking through the channels with the remote.
A few minutes later she threw the remote on the floor in disgust. "Nothing on this piece of shit TV."
"How about a game of poker?" I suggested.
"OK," she said. "How about some alcohol?" She raced off to the kitchen. Kathi had an unopened bottle of Rum under the sink. Carmen grabbed a couple of glasses, threw some ice in each of them and returned with the Rum and a shot glass.
"The loser of each hand drinks a shot," I said. "You can pour it in the glass of ice, but the drink goes down before the next hand ends."
"Deal."
"What stakes?" I asked.
"Dunno. I'm broke."
"You've got assets though," I said smiling with just a twist of a grin. "We could play strip poker on steroids."
"Steroids?"
"Sure," I said. "We each write out things we want to do to the other person or have them do to us. If a person loses, then that person needs to do what's on the paper. Of course we start with the clothes, only use the steroids when the clothes are all gone." I grabbed a sheet of paper and ripped off strips, handed Carmen five of them and took the other five myself.
After writing all our fantasies on the papers, I shuffled them, handed five to Carmen and took the rest myself.
"Well, we each need to take a drink first to get started," Carmen said.
I poured a shot and downed it with one tilt of my head. "And we promise never to stop playing until one of us has won everything."
I shuffled the cards and as they lay in front of her, Carmen glanced at me with this nervous twitch. "I'm a bit scared," she said. "This is crazy isn't it? I mean anything can happen. I'm not on the pill or anything."
"If it goes that far, you'll have to take responsibility. Just don't blame it on me."
We picked up our cards and the game began.
Carmen lost the first hand, then the second and third. Her shirt, jeans, and shoes lay on a pile in front of me.
I antied up my shoes, she her bra. I couldn't help staring at her breasts, large and round with just the trace of a sag. It had been a long time since I had touched a breast as young and soft as these appeared to be.
I had three kings. I bet my jeans. She tossed in her thong panties. She was naked and drunk, so drunk she had a hard time holding her cards straight. I could see that she had three tens. She was the dealer so I asked for two cards. She also wanted two.
One of my two was a king, so I now had four. She swayed and almost fell into the antie – the pile of clothes. I grabbed her to steady her and accidentally touched her breast. She giggled. I also saw her cards, a full house.
Yet my four tens had her beat. So I bet my shirt, my pants, and my underwear. Now I was naked as well. She bet three of her pieces of paper.
I won.
"Now take your shot," I said. "That's four things I won. So you need to take four shots."
"That will kill me," she said. "Anyway, it's one shot per losing hand."
So she drank the shot and I quickly poured another. She threw that down as well without thinking. I read the first of the three papers I had won – oral sex until the person comes. I read it out loud.
"I get a blow job," I said.
"No," she protested. "That's for a pussy lick."
I didn't argue. Her pussy looked delicious.
She came and came and came again. Drunk as she was, her screams reached fever pitch. I couldn't stop and she didn't want me to.
Pausing after her third or fourth orgasm, I read the next slip of paper – Fuck me until your baby is mine.
And that's what I did. Without condom or any other protection, I slid over her, positioning my penis appropriately, I pressed against her opening. Other lovers had been there previously, but the entrance was still tight. The juices overflowed onto the sheet. I slid to the hilt with a squishy sound.
"OOOOOOh" she said. "Fuck me Dan. Give me your baby. I want that baby."
Grabbing her buttocks with both hands, I pulled her to me and me into her. As I smashed into her, she screamed again. It was as though I couldn't get far enough inside of her. I kept pulling her butt with as much force as possible, slamming my body toward her, my hardness deep inside her. And each slam brought fresh screams.
I was about to come but didn't want it to end. So I slowed down, gave myself a bit of a rest, her as well, then started the process again, the build-up, the thrashing around. It might have been vaginal muscles or just the tightness of youth, but even just lying without moving was wonderful, just a bit of motion back and forth before allowing all my senses to flow free, losing sense of reality. When I came it was as though the world had died, as though an atomic bomb had exploded.
"You're the greatest fuck I've ever had," I whispered to her afterwards.
She smiled. We were off the sheet on the carpet, our juices running out of her onto the shag material. "This has been the wildest evening ever. And it isn't over." She ran to the bathroom to clean up, returning moments later.
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I was reading the last slip of paper that I had won for that hand – Suck me 'til I drop my load. "Now I get that blow job," I said. "Here have some more rum." I gave her one, which she quickly tossed down, then I refilled her glass.
She took a deep sip. "Now give me that little guy."
Straddling my face, she engulfed me in her mouth sucking gently at first, her tongue twisting around the tip, her lips sliding down over the shaft, always that sucking, licking motion. It was incredible. After the last release, I thought I was completely empty. I was no longer a young man, but that didn't seem to matter. Soon, I was rock hard. She slid me into her oral cavity all the way, down her throat, her nose below my balls, her lips clamped tight to the base of my shaft. She slid upward then downward, always tight on the shaft with this sucking action, her tongue alive, circling the shaft around and around.
While this was happening, she had ground her pussy deep on my face dripping cum down my cheeks. My nose lay just below her anus, my mouth and lips on her wetness. I went crazy with my tongue, flicking it back and forth, grinding into her, then slowly pulling it against the walls of her vagina upward just below her clit, rolling her little nub between my lip and tongue. She thrashed soundlessly for her mouth was filled, but I felt the convulsions of tongue and mouth on my member.
I dipped my index finger into the wetness of her pussy and slid it up her anus. As I licked and as she thrashed, I slowly worked my finger farther and farther into her. This just made her wilder with my cock, as she sucked harder and harder.
"I'm about to cum," I said.
"In my ass," she cried. "I want you in my ass."
She got on all fours with me behind. I slipped my penis into her vagina allowing the slop to lubricated it. Then I pulled out and slammed into her ass.
I was nervous and excited and had probably entered her too fast. She cried in pain. "It hurts like hell. Don't stop. Fuck me in the ass."
I slid back and forth, my hand around her, massaging her clit. She was screaming as I slammed my penis deep inside her. "I'm cumming. Oh I'm cumming." She screamed and screamed.
I shot my load deep inside her.
Then we fell asleep, never quite finishing the game.
As the next few years progressed, Kathi and I became more and more close friends rather than lovers. It started with a rollerblading accident that left her hips somewhat injured. In time, the hips had less and less flexibility to the point where love making became a painful exercise that she performed for my pleasure rather than her own. I had never realized how crucial the physical part or a relationship was.
I adjusted in a marvelous way. After all I had Carmen. The only complication was hiding our growing enjoyment of each other from Kathi.
I developed this difficulty sleeping. At least that's what I told Kathi. In the middle of the night, I would leave our bed for a supposed walk in the nearby park. In actuality, I snuck into Carmen's bed and we made love for hours. She learned to stifle the screaming, saving that outlet for those times when we were alone.
A couple of times, Kathi would knock on Carmen's door while we were making love. "Is everything all right," she asked the first time. "I hear you moaning."
"I'm fine," Carmen said. "Not feeling that good."
"Let me come in to help you," Kathi said.
I rose and slid on a pair of jeans I had hidden in Carmen's closet. Sliding open her large glass window, I slipped outside and went for my "typical" walk.
Later I returned to the condo to find Kathi and Carmen sipping tea in the kitchen.
"How are you girls doing?" I asked.
"She's sick, poor dear," Kathi said.
I smiled, thinking just how sick that little nymph actually was – sick like a crazed slut was more like it.
Carmen and I never developed this great love for each other. She was the greatest woman in bed I would hope to ever meet. She loved every aspect of sex and passion and sensuality. But we never connected on that deeper level where true love starts to grow. She had other lovers as I had Kathi. She never brought them home. That's all I demanded. She often referred to me as her "booty call."
During this time, Heather was no longer with us. She had lived in Costa Rica a long time now. Yet she was returning for the Fourth of July celebration. All of us were excited to she her. She had found a boyfriend, a young man named Fernando Gonzales. She had sent pictures of him over the internet, a handsome young man. She needed someone to love, but that didn't stop me from my own fantasies. I had spent a long time thinking about her during her absence. She was someone I could fall completely for, body, mind and soul. I was determined to find a way to spend time with her.
She was to arrive in late June and leave in the middle of September, almost three months. I made my plans.
I still had my townhouse and started spending more and more time there. I was a computer geek and did a bit of work for several software vendors. My townhouse was equipped with all my equipment. It also had cameras, microphones, and speakers in every room, including bathrooms. I had this study that had several computer monitors that could check out all the cameras. I could make electronic recordings from any or all of them.
More and more I had increasing responsibilities at work requiring more and more of my time at the townhouse. I spent less and less time at Kathi's condo. Much of this was merely part of my plan, but it also helped me focus on work as well.
Generally I saw Kathi on Saturday, spending the night there with my usual "walk" in the park. So Carmen and I had a good sexual romp every Saturday.
I had stopped feeling guilty regarding what I was doing to Kathi. I genuinely loved her, helped her in many ways, even financially. I was a friend and companion, just no longer lover. I had Carmen for that. As long as Kathi never found out, no one was hurt.
I told Kathi she was simply too distracting to visit me at the townhouse. She was this constant talker and in all honesty I would never have a spare moment. I needed the time alone and so did she. So we had this weekly time together on Saturday. We would often go to a movie or eat at a nice restaurant. She would have a couple of glasses of wine. Then we would go to bed. After she fell asleep, I would go for my "walk."
Sometimes, Carmen would visit me at the townhouse. This gave her the opportunity to scream out her orgasms. None of the neighbors ever complained. I recorded everything, both visuals and audio.
Once I talked to her about her religious beliefs. "How do you resolve our sex with your belief in God? Isn't this a sin? What about your mother? What are you doing to her?"
"Of course it's terrible," she said. "I'd love to stop, but I can't. This is just too good. If you hadn't filled me with rum and gambled my clothes off my back and fucked me for hours, none of this would have happened."
"It sounds like you can't take personal responsibility," I said.
"I know. I know. I like it. I don't push you away. But I don't hurt Kathi either. That's something. She doesn't know. You can't have sex with her, so isn't this better than finding some sleaze somewhere with aids." She smiled. "I figure I'm helping her."
And that was the end of our guilt-why-are-we-doing-this conversation.
Life has a way of handing out surprises. In this case it shouldn't have been that shocking. Carmen became pregnant. The chance of the child being mine was around 99%. Neither of us admitted this to each other. Carmen wouldn't think of an abortion. This was a precious life, a new beginning, a gift from God.
Kathi simply took the circumstance in stride and mothered her pregnant daughter, excited at the thought of a new addition to the family.
With Heather's arrival, the complication of where she would sleep arose. Kathi was adamant against the couch. Carmen's pregnancy further complicated the home life at the condo. The futon had been used by Heather in college and given to one of her roommates. So there was no bed for her anymore.
"Let's not buy a new bed or anything," I said. "She can stay with me. I have the extra bedroom. It won't be a problem. I do need my space for work, but Heather doesn't disturb anyone."
Kathi thought the idea excellent so the decision was made – Heather would be my new housemate. As I said the words to myself, I rolled the word "mate" around and around in my mouth. I loved the sound of that word
Later Carmen pulled me aside. "What are you doing? I can't possibly come over with Heather there. She would find out and maybe tell Mom."
"There's always Saturday night. I always come over here then." I smiled. "The sex will be so much better since it won't happen as often. Besides with your pregnancy, this is probably for the best."
"But I can only really let go at your place," she said, a whine creeping into her voice.
"I know, I know. No screams. It will only be for a couple of months. We need to do this for Heather. By the time she's gone you'll be ready for the baby. You aren't going to want much passion for a while anyway."
The day Heather arrived, I drove my SUV to the airport, Kathi beside me, Carmen in the back. On the ride home, Carmen and Heather spent the entire time talking about Heather's experiences. Kathi always engaged in every conversation, so the words floating around the vehicle were lively ones. I focused on the ride, my driving, yet also enjoying the talk of the beaches and jungles of Costa Rica.
I was definitely in love with the girl.
After dinner and more conversation, a couple of glasses of wine, I drove Heather to my townhouse. During the ride, I wondered how she felt about me, whether she had ever known that we had made love that night in her mother's bed.
"I hope you'll like the room," I said. "It's small. The bed isn't that great. We can always get a better one."
"That's fine," she said. "I sure appreciate you doing this. It's a bit hard for me returning to the States. It seems so different like everything is moving so fast."
"I've read about that," I said. "I mean about returning from a foreign country. You're going through culture shock. Just remember I'm here to help." I rested my hand on her leg, just below her thigh. She slid over so my hand slipped between her legs. I kept it there, occasionally rubbing her inner thigh casually almost as though I didn't realize how close to her pussy my hand was.
"You've always been good to me," she said.
When we arrived, I grabbed her suitcase from the back of the SUV. I noticed a damp spot on her jeans. Was that from rubbing her, I wondered.
"I've fixed it up a bit," I said opening the door to the bedroom. Little did she realize how much I had upgraded the bedroom. I should have purchased a new bed, but in typical techno-geek fashion, I focused on the gadgetry. There were at least five cameras situated around the room – one at the bottom of the lamp on the ceiling providing a panoramic display of the entire room, the others on each side of the room providing a clear view of every corner from every angle.
"The bed is a bit frumpy," I said. "There is the couch if you want." I laughed. "And you can always share a piece of my king size mattress. I won't bite or anything, will leave you alone. Frankly, I'm a bit concerned about you. Your mom's not here and you're still getting comfortable with the US. Will you promise me something?"
"What?"
"You need anything, let me know – anything. OK?"
"I promise," she said.
"Good," I shut the door behind me and walked to my office.
At first I tried to resist the urge, but caved after only five minutes. With a click of my mouse I had the cameras whirring, my monitors on, as I stared into the bedroom.
The dresser was open and she placed her clothes in it. She slid the suitcase into the closet and hung up a couple of dresses. After lying down on the bed staring at the ceiling for a few minutes, she jumped up and went to the bathroom. I switched to the two cameras there. One was directly opposite the sink and mirror, positioned so a viewer could see straight into the face of anyone sitting on the toilet. The other was in the shower.
A few minutes on the toilet, a quick wash of her hands, and she slipped out of her clothes and into the shower. She was so beautiful, perfect in every way. For a moment before turning the water on, she touched herself, her breasts, stomach, even between her legs. Then the hot water splashed over her and the fog prevented a clear view of her. Yet even the glimpses of the sheen of a leg, water droplets splashing off her perfect back, the glisten of the blond hair between her legs – it was all so wonderful.
Then she was done, the water off, and a towel around her. She put another around her head to dry it.
Back in her bedroom, she daubed around at the remaining wet spots. I fantasized that I was that towel touching her skin.
At last, fully comfortable, she lay on the bed, naked, with legs outstretched, arms spread-eagled, her eyes staring up at the ceiling. I turned on some music, a singer named Dido, someone I knew she liked. As the music piped into the speakers throughout the house, her room filled with the sound. A peaceful smile covered her face and she closed her eyes.
I dozed off myself, in my office chair, staring at Heather's lovely body as it moved naked around on the top of the bed.
A knock disturbed me. I flicked off the monitors.
Heather was at the door. "Sorry to disturb you," she said. I noticed that she had found an old threadbare house coat I had left in the closet.
I nodded, opening the door. She entered and sat on a small cot that stood against the wall. It was quite a comfortable cot, almost a twin sized bed in size with an extremely comfortable high-tech-remember-your-position foam mattress.
As she sat with back against the wall, her legs slipped through the opening along the front of the coat revealing her nakedness. I tried not to be obvious in my examination of the lovely blond hair that showed deep in the darkness between her legs.
"What can I do for you?" I asked.
"I couldn't sleep," she said. "At first the lovely music did help, but there are so many changes. It's weird. I thought maybe I could have something to drink or a Tylenol. I have a bit of a headache."
"I do have some great scotch – MacCallan – two bottles, a 12 year old one and a 15 as well. On ice they're great. Maybe a Tylenol is what you need but I bet one of these babies will help you relax. Let's go down to the living room."
So we trudged downstairs. I left her with the television remote while I walked to the kitchen to pour the scotch. Minutes later I returned, a couple of glasses in one hand, a bottle of Macallan in the other. Placing everything on an end table, I proceeded to pour a generous portion for Heather and a splash for myself.
I slid over against her, my hip touching hers, my bare leg against her long shapely ones. Lifting my glass in the air, I said, "To a great holiday here in the US. I will do everything I can to make it a great one." Our glasses clinked and she took a big gulp.
Leaning against me she clicked the remote until an African scene filled the screen. A group of small thatched huts showed a multitude of partially clad men and women, little children running in random circles. Four white men and women dressed in colorful shirts and khaki pants were kneeling over some of the thin black children, concerned expressions on their faces.
"The poor souls," Heather said. "We have so much here in the States, yet never appreciate the struggles of the less fortunate."
"It's a shame," I said. "I feel that I have so much, Kathi's love, you here beside me, my townhouse, SUV, tons of food in the cupboards. I'm so blessed, just take it for granted most of the time."
As she leaned over toward me to continue talking, the house coat opened and I saw her breasts nestled within the folds of the cloth. She lifted her legs and put them over mine. As she did so, the sides of the house coat fell beside her legs revealing their smooth lines, the way they joined her hips, the blond hair between them.
"You know how beautiful I think you are Heather," I said in a husky voice.
She smiled. "I know. I see you looking at me."
I continued talking. "Kathi wouldn't like it, the way I feel. Neither would Fernando. Yet it just doesn't seem wrong. Things aren't quite what they used to be with Kathi. I love her, but there is this magic missing now. Don't know how that happened exactly."
"I know what you mean," she said excitedly. She had leaned forward so her lips were within inches of mine. The house coat had fallen completely off her and she acted as though that was the most natural thing in the world. "I think that all marriages or even committed relationships eventually just become this drudgery. People are simply not meant to have all these rules and expectations. I don't ever plan on getting married. I've never seen one last that long."
"I agree," I said. "I believe a person can love several people completely. Like I love Kathi, but I could certainly love you also, just in a different way. My love for her is more of a friendship now. I need some passion."
"Of course telling Kathi how you feel will just hurt her," she said.
I leaned forward so our lips touched. She slid her tongue into my mouth. Our tongues slid over each other, twisting around as though they had lives of their own. Meanwhile my hand was busy caressing her breasts.
Negotiating her arm past my hands, she downed her scotch.
"Let me get you another," I said.
Laying her head against the softness of the couch, she closed her eyes. I put the freshened glass in her hand and she took another sip. I stood near her studying the way her breasts rose up and down as she breathed, her legs parting slightly revealing the moist lips between them. A drop of scotch fell to a breast. Leaning forward, I licked it with my tongue, then slid over to her nipple to suck it, gently, with a soft circling motion.
I pulled back to watch her, savoring the curve of her hips, the small indentation of her belly button, the taught lines of her stomach. She gulped more from the scotch as though she couldn't get enough of it. Empty again, I refilled it a final time.
"My head is spinning," she said. "I need to go to bed."
I carried her to my bed, laid her naked so she was propped up against a couple of pillows. She had held onto the glass of scotch, continued sipping it with eyes glazed. When she finished the last bit, I took the glass from her. She fell asleep immediately. The soft sounds of snoring filled the room. I slid her down the bed so her head was comfortably on a pillow. Then I spread her legs and stared at her body in repose, so at peace.
Kneeling between her legs, I spread them wider, rubbing her thighs and legs gently with the palm of my hands. Gently touching her, I moved my focus upward to her breasts. Soon both my hands were cupping her soft mounds, kneading them, squeezing them, stroking the nipples with my fingers.
I kissed her wetness with my lips, inserting my tongue deep within her. Her sigh was soft, almost a groan. I pulled my shirt over my head, my pants fell to the floor, my underwear soon after. My mouth was back at her pussy, licking, kissing, sucking, Meanwhile my hands continued to stroke her breasts.
The groans were a consistent sound, music to my ears. Her wetness flowed more and more and I lapped it up as quickly as possible, never neglecting to lick her clit over and over, from every direction with varying strengths and speeds, one moment a soft slow flick, another a full press of my lips and tongue to the center of her desire.
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Her groans had become whimpers, then small cries, little screams each time I stroked her little nub.
No longer able to handle the tension, I mounted her. I knew how wrong my actions were. This wasn't exactly love, something else, so strong it was as if I was powerless to withstand the pull, the need, the desperate craving to release myself inside her lovely womb.
The sensation was as wild and wonderful as I remembered from that time in the condo. Her pussy held me fast, clinging to me with a liquid grip that massaged me with this feeling as though she were as eager for my seed as I was in giving it to her. Our cries mingled together as I pounded against her. No longer tender, my need was a ravaging lion out to possess her. I wanted my entire body inside and pressed back and forth as though it could actually become a reality.
We climaxed together, our cries primordial screams as some past lives had risen up within us, headstrong, out of. This was only need, a demand to be released, to possess her as though I was some cave dweller millions of years ago and she my cave woman. I felt like a roaring lion with his lioness.
I lay inside her for hours, still hard, periodically moving with her just to know we were still one. As the first rays of morning lit up the window, I carried her to her room, wrapped her house coat over her naked form and tucked the covers around her.
Heather awoke around noon, appeared in the kitchen bleary eyed, house coat half open.
"I need some coffee and Tylenol," she said. "Had too much of that scotch last night. I remember you handing me a glass and everything just kind of blanked out."
I handed her the pills with a steaming cup of French Roast. "Here you go. Do you remember our conversations?"
"Some. I was pretty tired. It did make a lot of sense, about love, how it's not exclusive, seems to change over time, got to grab what you can. I must have passed out after that." She sipped the coffee. "Delicious. Thanks for putting me to bed. I must have been a mess."
Keeping my face slightly serious, filled with concern, a hint of a smile I said, "You were lovely actually. Such a beautiful woman. Do you remember falling out of the house coat?"
"Oh no! I didn't." A rose colored flush covered her cheeks.
"I didn't mind. You're simply so lovely. I'm glad you're staying here. We'll have a chance to become acquainted better."
"Thanks for tucking me into bed."
"Again, my pleasure."
After a breakfast of hot cakes, eggs and bacon, I handed her the keys to my car. "I have tons of work to do. Bring it back by 3 pm so I can run a few errands."
And she was gone.
I completed most of the work for my clients in plenty of time for Heather's return. Kathi was with her and after she dumped my SUV, they took off. They wanted to spend some mother daughter fun together and then she planned on partying with some of her girl friends.
"Bring them over here," I said. "I've got a big living room. I have plenty to do in my study anyway. You girls can hang out, sleep where you want. I have an air mattress somewhere." I laughed. "After last night, we have nothing to hide. You can sleep in my bed if you want."
She laughed. "I just might need to do that. I'll wear my nightie, not that crazy house coat."
I stayed in my study area during the party. I had bought snacks and drinks to help make it a success. Naturally, I knew exactly what was happening through my many monitors and microphones.
At one point they played strip poker, six girls drunk on their asses, trying to hold up their cards and win a hand. It was hilarious. Cooped up in my study, I laughed so hard, I was certain they would hear me. Eventually they were all naked, propped against chairs and couches, or just lying on the carpet. One of the girls started kissing another's breasts and a bit of erotic experimentation eventually escalated into face to crotch lovemaking. Soon another pairs of girls joined the fun.
Heather didn't know what to think and just stood back watching it all. One of the girls grabbed her. Pushing the girl away, Heather ran upstairs and knocked on my door. Flicking off the monitors and sound, I opened it and she ran into my arms sobbing.
"It's ok," I said. "Here, let me take you to my bedroom. You can lock the door. I'll handle the girls."
I trudged down the stairs pausing as I entered the room. One girl was sitting in my leather recliner, one leg over an arm, the other on the floor, her hand rubbing her pussy frantically. Little squeals erupted from her mouth.
On the floor, the remaining four girls had paired themselves off two by two, each pair sixty-nined with tongues slurping each others juices, their moans bouncing off the walls. I quickly estimated that the girl in the chair needed some company. Yet, I truly wanted to return to Heather. I loved that girl and as beautiful and hot as the little red-head was, she didn't make my world spin.
"Girls," I said to get their attention. Faces spun my way. No one sought to cover themselves up. "You can have your fun but Heather and I are going to bed. Don't bother us."
"Fuck her brains out," the red-head said. "She's gotten real prissy in Costa Rica."
"I love her," I said. "I never realized how much until right this minute."
Racing up the steps two at a time, I opened the door to my bedroom. Heather was lying on the bed, covers pulled back, completely naked. Moments later I joined her just as naked, pulling the covers over the two of us.
I felt as though the bed wasn't there, as though I wasn't even in this townhouse. We were alone between two cumulous clouds floating on a bed of air. The rest of the world had become meaningless.
I held her naked body against mine, her hot breath on my cheek, her hands kneading my back, then sliding it downward over my buttocks, down my legs.
"I've wanted you for so long," she whispered. "Had all this guilt about mom and then Carmen too."
"You knew about Carmen?"
"Of course," she said. "I know everything about you, so much more than you do about me."
"Like what kind of thing don't I know?" I asked.
"You don't know what a light sleeper I am," she said. "The lightest sound will wake me."
Pulling back for a moment, I studied her face. "Why you little scamp," I said. "You knew all along about everything. Why hide it?"
"The whole thing was crazy," she said. "Mom loved you, still loves you. And you were struggling with guilt. Yet that didn't mean I didn't want you. So I wiggled my butt whenever you were near, never wore bras, rarely underwear, slept on the couch with just thongs. I had to be completely naked, open my arms, spread my legs before you would do anything."
"I thought you were sleeping the whole time."
"Then I made some noise and you ran away that first time, just licked me a bit. I wanted you to come inside me."
"That time in the bed, drove me crazy. Every time we were together I wanted to tear your clothes off. I ran to Costa Rica just because I couldn't stand it any more."
"And now we have each other," I said pressing my lips to her softer ones. Our tongues entwined.
Minutes later, we could no longer contain ourselves. I entered her lovely pink slit, pressing myself deep against her, her tight pussy clinging to me.
As we climaxed together, I thought how much better this was than all the pretending and hiding. I thought to myself – maybe love can last forever.