“Well, it cannot be that bad,” she trailed off. “Or it’s a matter of your sister grinding your bones without you willing to admit it? Lacy is not a burden to you, is she?” she inquired with raised eyebrows.

“No, the Au Pair is accompanying her down here,” I stated with a frown.

“Ohhh,” she laughed, “and you are warned not to shag her,” she continued, laughing even more.

“Nope, I am not supposed to try my luck apparently. Moreover, I was informed she is gay.”

Kate just smiled….

I noticed the smile and wondered what might be rushing through her mind… Memories perhaps? As such, I also had keen memories about Kate and me. She was perhaps the only of my partners, opportunities, wings parades and one-night stands of which I could recall detail to a certain amount of accuracy. Many aspects regarding our history together remains firmly imprinted in my memory and it would be difficult to deny at any rate the impact she had on my existence. As I said previously, had I been otherwise inclined, Kate would have been Mrs Muldoon ages ago.

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The day we met some three years ago was a Thursday. Or should I rather say; Turdsday? The few days prior had been hell to play on my existence. The past month prior had me fully booked with the scum of the would-be flying fraternity. Students were flunking exams left right and centre. It seemed as if nobody had any sort of understanding what responsibility lied on the shoulders of anybody reaching that part in his or her life when the hand pushes the throttle forward and an aircraft moves along a strip of asphalt in order to get airborne.

I guess it must have shown on my face as I looked behind me and seeing the most beautiful of female creatures, looking discouraged at my almost full cart filled with all sorts of bachelor goodies. And on top of it all it seemed as if her eyes were saying ‘can’t he see I have less stuff than he has and I am in such a hurry, can’t he be a gentleman and allow me to slip ahead of him?’ smiling at me as if I could not read her mind.

I looked again, observing the content of her basket. Bananas, bread, milk, yoghurt, and some cold meats. Consolidating the whole picture, I decided that the content of her basket surely added to her virtually perfect figure. Looking up and smiling directly at her, I turned up the charm.

“Hey, you have much fewer items than I have. Would you like to slip in in front of me?” I simply said.

She was flabbergasted and blushed profusely as if she knew I had read her mind. “Thanks so much,” she mumbled, looking down guiltily, the pun seemingly lost.

I stood aside to allow the Flower Garden Goddess to move up to the checkout counter, observing with a keen eye every part of her that I possibly could. Suddenly I felt like a king, knowing I gave an opportunity to such a beautiful woman.

Standing a step or two behind her as she unloaded her basket, my eyes drifted up and down. Her blonde hair was loose over her shoulder but the bulk hanging down her back. Her blouse kept hidden a pair of what I guessed to be a set of 34C’s, which protruded from her chest in such a way that it emphasised her flat-as-a-washboard abdomen. She was slender; a khaki skirt about two inches above her knees hid the upper part of what looked like a pair of very long, shapely legs. These same legs in turn dipped inside a pair of patent leather sandals at the bottom, strapped to a pair of perfectly pedied feet. Barefooted, she had to be no less than 5 feet 4 and, at a wild guess not more than 120 pounds. She was simply stunning.

On my way up my mind rumbled with millions of questions regarding the possibility if women like this really exist. She was truly a Goddess and as my eyes levelled with hers she stood there, just looking, smiling softly. But then, this was Tampa, Florida.

“Men,” she smirked and turned toward the door, shaking her head.

“She’s been here almost every day for the past two weeks,” the teen with gum bouncing her jaws off each other at a steady pace behind the checkout observed without skipping a beat. This was something very important I barely heard in my flushed out state.

Such was the impact on me that I imagined al sorts of tumultuous motions taking control of me. Sex would become an absentminded activity. My body would be fully involved with the opportunity of the moment, her writhing and screaming below me or bouncing up and down on my cock. But my mind would be totally absent. I was not going to eat for days. I would loose weight and simply melt away. I was simply never going to be the same again. Had I taken note of what Bouncy Jaws mentioned, it would probably not have taken me days to unceasingly think of what might have happened to her, or where she was?

Then my reality side checked in and I was reminded that I felt like that about each and every beautiful woman I met. I would seduce her, screw her senseless and she would be out of my mind and I would be healed of my emotionally distressed state. But, said the sensible half of my mind, ‘This one is rather exceptional,’ to which I nodded my head in agreement.

My Blackberry went of in my pocket, bringing me back to the surface. It was Pete, pilot-buddy turned airline pilot. They were due to have dinner at my place the next night, Friday. His wife was quite something and I always mocked that it was a fluke that he managed to get hitched to such a hottie. Of the three of us mates who went to Top Gun together, Brad and I were still very single.

He knew I was forever checking her out. I’ve seen her in a bikini but, I could imagine her naked, those sweet tits clinging to her upper body for dear life, dime sized nipples begging me to fuse my mouth to them. Clearly, Nell enjoyed me drooling over her perfected Gulf Coast body and apparently, it played Aces on their sex life. Though admitting that part quite readily, Pete was very clear that I could forget about tasting the fruits of his particular pleasure.

“Yes Brother, how’s the man today?” I poured my slang into his ears.

“Perfect man, perfect. Still matching my take offs and landings,” he rambled on.

“What’s up?” I asked, knowing it was something important and the pleasantries would have waited for later.

“Want to ask you a fav Bro?”

“Shoot,” I replied.

“Nell’s sister just moved here from up North and while she is new, we thought to bring her along so she would not collect dust in her little place. She has been here for two weeks and we thought it would be good to introduce her to you. Just so she knows somebody else here as well, you know?”

“Hell, if she is anything as hot as Nell, bring her along!” I chuckled.

“Yeah…. Forget it Brother,” he added, “she is rather hot but the typical career chic, not into relationships so you would be wasting your time.”

“Yeah right,” I smiled through the phone. We exchanged a few more thoughts before breaking connection; I paid for my shit and was out the door. At home, I introduced myself to an ice-cold beer, one I presumed I dearly deserved after a shitty week. Sitting on the patio, looking over the Gulf I pondered the last few hours of the day and wondered what the next few days might bring

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Kate’s soft cool hand around my cock brought me back to where I was spread out naked on the white sheets next to her.

“Where were you now Baby?” she asked with a smile on her beautiful face.

I smiled, blushing slightly and told her about my visit to that afternoon’s stupidity. How well I remembered my eyes taking in every little bit of her in the checkout line, everything including how I noticed her calves flexing as she walked away.

She said nothing but looked at me long and intently in the semi darkness. Her intensions with my semi hard cock seemed momentarily forgotten, only a smile floating on her lips.

“What else do you remember?” she asked, smiling expectantly.

“I remember Pete telling me you were the typical career woman who were not interested in relationships and that I would have wasted my time. And then the moment when I wished I would suddenly die when you stepped out the rear door of his Jeep. I nearly crapped myself.”

“When I saw you at the door I thought ‘NO!! Not him!!’ and I told Pete I was not feeling well and I would go home and fetch them later. Nell would have nothing of it and dragged me after her anyway.”

I rolled over and flipped her over on her back, “And? Any regrets?” I asked, my right hand slowly floating over her flat abs toward her firm breasts. I cupped her left breast from above and she inhaled sharply as I tweaked her nipple.

“No! Never!” She exhaled with difficulty. “We became friends, very good friends, something I will never regret,” she breathed as my mouth captured the other nipple. My mouth left her nipple and found her lips, her tongue immediately darting inside my mouth. My other hand slipped down and found her smooth, warm mound, my first two fingers ready to slip inside her sogginess.

I slipped my index and middle finger inside her simultaneously; as my fingers encountered the roughish patch of her g-spot, her back arched and her hands grabbed a hold of my shoulders. For a few minutes I finger-fucked her lazily, planting soft kisses on her lips while watching her closely for signs of her release.

She looked up to me, eyes suddenly soft, questioning me. “We are still friends, are we?” to which I just nodded my head. “Good friends?” breathing, “best friends?” she breathes again. I nodded twice.

“Jake?” She breathed with difficulty, her release crawling closer.

“Yes?” I answered, slowly fingering her wetness.

“Please, fuck me slow and deep like best friends do?”

I lifted my lean frame over Kate as she parted her legs and positioned my hardness against her drenched entrance. I looked up, our eyes met, she nodded and I entered her in one smooth stroke.

I slowly slid inside her, her back arching in unison with the progress of my entry. Finally, a primitive growl escaped her throat as I bottomed out.

I remained motionless inside her for a few moments, relishing the expression on her face. Kate’s lips were slightly parted, her face shiny with the perspiration of the moment, a dreamy expression in her slightly drooped eyes. As I pulled back for the first stroke, her hands floated up against my skin, as if wanting to pull me back inside her soaked womanhood. As I flexed my buttocks and parted her folds once again, her legs clamped around my butttocks and drew me firmly inside her warmth.

As I bottomed out inside her, she sighed again, “Fuck me, deep and slow…. Please?”

My lips answered her with a deep and passionate kiss, my tongue entering between her lips, seeking out her own soft device, duelling, tasting the warmth and hunger in each other’s mouths. I moved my legs up, placing my knees on either side of her sensual hips. This caused her legs to ride higher on my back, my cock kissing her cervix every time I bottomed out, and my balls resting on her smooth perineum before I withdrew.

I stepped up the pace as I felt her juices being expelled with each of my deep strokes. I sensed it flowing down her crack and finally pooling below her butt on the sheets. Each deep stroke elicited a gradually more urgent groan form within her.

I realised then she was close and slowed down my pace. I sat back on my knees, teasing her with only the first two inches of my hardness, “Fuck! This is torture, unfair, not what friends do,” she breathed up to me, pouting at my wickedness.

“Get me off and I will tell you a secret…... please?” she begged from below me. I grinned at her, knowing her trick to get me to give her what she wants. She did it all the time and I fell for it every time, never hearing the “secret” she forever teased me about.

‘Not this time toots,’ I grinned inward, giving her a slight bit more of my cock. With me on my knees, slightly penetrating her, she had her hands free and reached for her hard little nub, rubbing it slowly, intent on getting off.

Removing her fingers from the sensitive little member, I placed her hands on her breasts. Immediately, she started kneading her girls, tweaking and twisting her nipples with yearning desire.

“If you don’t get me off, this will eventually,” she giggled, pulling her nipples to such a distance from her areolas that it looked sick.

Simultaneously she pinched my flange that it felt impossible to hold back my release. “I know this will get you to cum and you squirting your cream in my cunt will make me cum! Easy does it, I win anyway,” she laughed up at me.

I bent her legs back, causing my head to rub directly on her g-spot. She moaned softly as the direct stimulation takes effect. Keeping up my angle for a few more minutes, I start rubbing her hard little nub with my thumb. Her breathing changed immediately, her back arching in agonising bliss.

I felt the rushing through my cock. Kate squeezing my cock was making it difficult to hold back and bursting inside her was inevitable. Her back arched once again, sharply, almost dislodging the three inches of hard cock embedded in her super wet passage. A silent scream formed on her lips, her nails raking my upper legs in ecstasy.

However much I wanted to hold back, I could not any more. I shoved my cock down Kate’s slick passage and that put her over the edge. The shock of her nails digging painfully into my skin ignited the explosion in my cock and I was not sure what slammed into her cervix first; me, or the first of many thick streams of cum.

Then it was over….

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I woke during the night with a very naked and sticky Kate folded around my body like a taco. I could faintly smell the musk of our coupling a few hours earlier. It was a scent I breathed it in every time we shared the comfort of our post coital snuggle. Our bodies were so comfortable with the other from all the nights staying over at Kate’s place. Swiping my phone, I noticed the hour to be just after four in the morning. Dawn would be gracing the Gulf in just an hour with the summer sun creeping over the horizon soon after.

As I lie awake with my right arm around Kate’s shoulder, I considered the situation. Lacy would be arriving the afternoon with the unexpected addition of her Au Pair. What the Au Pair looked like was anybody’s guess. With a name like Gretchen, she sounded Nordic or maybe German and then there could be the aspect of language as well. Light bulb!! ‘Look on Face Book you moron,’ I reminded myself.

With as little movement as possible, I selected the option on my phone. Ah HA!! There was a stunning pic of the three of them. Zooming in on the picture, I found it difficult to accept that she was a lesbian. The term “lipstick lesbian” came to mind as I carefully perused the picture of the three of them. Mandy had her arm very possessively around Gretchen, a pose the said quite a bit. I closed the application and set the phone back on the bedside table.

Closing my eyes I tried to get some more sleep but it would just not come. The image of the three of them was stuck in my mind and it kept popping up.

Sometime Kate stirred and with a contented sigh turned on her side, her back and firm butt toward me. For a few minutes, I just lay back, my eyes fixed on an imaginary spot on the ceiling. With the most adorable of women sleeping soundly right next to me my thoughts started rolling like a tumble weed in the Mojave.

As I mentioned earlier, there is little about Kate and me that I could not recall in minute detail. How we met, the first visit, our almost perfect relationship and many other things. And also, her unannounced visit soon after that dinner with Pete and Nell one afternoon with me spread out on a floating mattress in the pool… starkers.

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A few days after Kate and me met, she paid me an unexpected visit. She must have been through the house and noticed some articles lying on the table by the pool which prompted her to look for me there. She got quite a surprise when she rounded the corner and there I was in all my splendour.

Kate shrieked in shock, obviously spooked by the naked man on a lie lo, glistening with tanning oil and wearing only aviators and a smile. She retreated faster than white light, haranguing me over her shoulder for being an indecent pig and several other terms I could not hear I was laughing so much.

She called me a few minutes later (from inside MY house) apologising for her language and accepting it was my pool and that she did arrive unannounced and if it was safe to dare come near the pool. I had no trouble convincing her it was safe and I coaxed her into pouring us each a drink before coming down. Though I did remain floating naked on the water, whether she could handle it or not.

Now, don’t get me wrong; I have had a lot of experience with many things in my life, some stimulating, some stressing, some outright scary as shit but, nothing in my whole life could have prepared me for what stood on the side of the pool when I looked up.

I was quite accurate when I surmised she had to be around 5ft four. However, the rest was simply mind blowing. She was dressed in a neon pink bikini with an almost translucent sarong around her hips. Her nail polish matched the colour of her suit and her blonde hair tied into a bun on top of her head. ‘Fuck, this woman had style!!’

I would never have realised that that afternoon was the day everything changed in my life. This woman had me from the word go.

I considered again how her legs looked beneath her sarong, toned but shapely, athletic but not muscular.

I looked up in those few moments from my vantage point on the surface of the pool and realised once again, I was laying eyes on one of the most beautiful creatures alive. I suddenly had a raging hard-on and her eyes locked firmly on my predicament. I was hoping I would not scare her again but I also noticed her lips slightly parted and her breathing slightly laboured.

Well, I though, career woman or not, she is definitely not ignorant to the fact that a full-blooded stallion is pawing the dust at this young filly staring shamelessly at it’s manhood. In addition, further proof was the fact that her nipples did in fact harden to the sight.

Hmmm, I thought, it could be an interesting afternoon.

Slipping off the lie lo into the water, I removed my aviators from my eyes and moved toward the side of the pool. Looking her straight in the eyes, I accepted my drink as if it was perfectly normal to sport a good eight inches of wood in the presence of a woman.

Accepting my thanks and compliments at her choice of ice-cold tropical juice, she turned around and removed the pin from her hair. Her hair fell away mid back, shining in the afternoon sun, my cock twitching at the sight. Next was the sarong pooling around her sandaled feet and in a whiff she was out of her shoes and diving gracefully into the cool water.

As her head cleared the water and she turned toward me, I held my hand up in a mock score. “Ten!” I announced. Kate smiled and thanked the sole judge and witness of her brilliant performance before waddling toward me lounged back on the now rocking lie lo.

Moving toward the edge of the pool where her drink was, we resumed our conversation from a few nights ago as if we had known each other for years. The afternoon turned out to be a great treat from Kate, her surprise perhaps lacking the timing but excellent nonetheless.

With the shadows drawing long beneath the trees, I decided to broach the subject.

“So? Pete says you are quite the professional. What brought you here today then?”

Kate thought for a few moments before answering. “Where is this going?” she asks without looking at me.

“Dunno,” I answer, “just curious I guess.”

Kate turned toward me, looking at me seriously. “If this is about me not dating or seeing anybody, I know the story. It has fuck all to do with anybody what I do with my life. My private life is private!” and with that she lifted her body from the water, grabbing sarong, sandals and handbag in one move before disappearing from my view.

I remained in the pool for a few minutes before stepping out and drying before turning into the house. Pouring a strong Jack in a tumbler, I strolled down to the beach to watch the sunset.

‘What in this world did I do wrong,’ I asked myself. ‘Good grief,’ I thought, ‘she was like a demon from hell!’ I have never seen anybody get so furious so fast. And I am fucking innocent. I pondered the facts for long and decided it was not in me to make a decision or judge in any way. I placed it behind me and went inside to prep for a lonely barbeque.

Putting together a salad, I was spooked by Kate’s voice behind me. I had thought that she was gone. Maybe she was, maybe she returned to tear me apart for dipping into her privacy.

“Is that a salad for two?” she asked softly.

Without looking up, I shot back.

“Listen Toots, if you thought you could take me to the cleaners for asking a simple question, you are quite wrong. We barely know each other. Then, after only two days and one simple question, you thought you had all the right in the world to take me on. I am my own person and you don’t piss up my tree just for kicks. I have a private life as well which, incidentally has fuck all to do with anybody anyway. You do not speak to me that way. If you do, then our friendship will be a very short one and one that could turn very uncomfortable in the future. And if you don’t get what I am at, I am good friends with Pete and Nell and you will not dare harm that with your bitchly attitude!”

I looked up and saw that she was close to tears, “yes, the salad is for two and you are welcome,” I added to soften the punch a bit.

Through a tear, I saw her smile then and she stepped forward with a picnic basket, “in that case, let me prepare the meat while you pour us another of whatever you drink.”

Several moments later she took her Jack Daniels from me and swallowed it all like a trooper.

“Now we are on the same page,” she said before setting the tumbler down for a refill.

Later that evening we relaxed by the pool, making small talk when she suddenly got up, slipped off all her clothes save her bikini before diving gracefully into the water. I was not far behind her and the water was almost warm from absorbing the heat all day.

In the dark I swam up to her, looked her closely into the eyes and then I kissed her, softly. Immediately her hand came up against my chest, pressing softly but firmly but I relented and felt her lips relax under my insistence. Except for our lips touching and her hand on my chest, there was no other contact.

Lifting my lips from hers she pleaded softly, “Please, I can’t?”

Ignoring her plea, I descended on her once again, this time slipping my hands around her waist, pulling her close before I kissed her again. Breaking the kiss, she looked at me intently before slowly shutting her eyes.

“Oh fuck, this is not happening to me,” she whispered barely audible before leaning in and meeting my lips. This time her lips parted slightly and she turned her head slightly to fit perfectly into me. Soon her arms were over my shoulders, her fingers knotting themselves in my hair. We kissed for long and deeply, only coming up for air every now and then.

Moreover, she could kiss; she was not an amateur when it came to that. A girl who could kiss never failed to get me as hard as a rock and I doubted she did not notice. She was really getting into the kissing and I was convinced there was a lot of other moisture inside her bikini bottoms than just the water from the pool.

Slowly moving her to the shallow end, my next objective was her top. As soon as she could rise reasonably above water, my fingers slipped the knots tied behind her back. The moment she realised this, her left hand went back and grabbed the strings, holding her top to her body. She did not break the kiss though but held onto my neck for dear life with her right hand.

“Please…” she whispered against my lips, “don’t make it so difficult to resist you?”

However, I was not convinced and my hands soon found the strings holding her top around her neck. She was not in time to grab both strings and with the buoyancy of the water; her top slowly gave way to gravity, baring her most exquisite breasts.

“Fuck Nooooo!! I am losing this one so badly,” she whispered desperately through the kiss.

“Aw, what the fuck,” was the last words she whispered before her left hand settled back on my shoulder and her top sank to the bottom of the pool.

Kissing along her shoulders my mouth traced a path toward her left breast, circling her areola before homing in on the stiff rubbery nipple. Biting down gently Kate moaned above my head and I felt her nails putting pressure on the skin of my neck. This was the first indication that, if I did get my way, the future meant loosing a lot of skin under Kate’s expert touch.

But first, I had to really break her in. Train her to my hand and habits.

I did not have any flying the next day, it was Sunday, which meant I had all night and I could take my time. The matter of her seemed reluctance did cross my mind but, like other cases, it did not bother me too much.

As my face drew level with Kate’s breasts, sucking each nipple in turn, eliciting soft moans from her, my hands played over her round butt, pulling her close to me. This allowed me to access the knots on her bikini bottoms. She was too far gone to notice my fiddling and when she finally realised it, her bottoms were slowly drifting down to join her top between our feet.

Shifting my left arm around her waist my other hand slowly rubbed her upper legs. My ministrations on her breast were paying of and I could feel the vibrations running through her lean frame. Vibrations telling me she was not far from tipping over the edge. I upped my effort on her firm, round orbs, sucking each nipple with fervour, drawing her orgasm out of her. Suddenly her one hand tightened on my neck, nails puncturing the skin and creating a burning sensation. Then she shook, moaning loudly above my head, her hips pulling away as she pushed her chest out to get more breast into the factory of her orgasm.

I kept sucking albeit a bit more gently, her arms keeping my mouth fused to her tender flesh, allowing my hands free to roam her soft form.

Slipping my hands around her, I parted her butt cheeks and started exploring the firm skin around her pucker. She maintained her post orgasmic stance, keeping her buttocks pressed firmly into my hands, apparently not phased with my exploring fingers.

Finding her rear entrance my fingers probed tentatively, seeking entry into her prohibited confines. My other hand moved deeper, feeling the slippery labia, swollen and noticeably warm even inside the water. With my fingers gently rubbing the entrance to her slippery cunt, Kate slowly parted her legs to allow me access to her wanton cavern.

I slipped her sideways and my hand lost its privilege at her butt hole but it grabbed her left hip to turn her even more. Seating her slightly on my bent leg, the fingers of my right hand now had full access to her super slick cunt.

Kate was leant back, mouth gaping in delirium, her right hand holding onto my neck. While close to her breast closest to me, my mouth found a place to pleasure while my fingers went to town on her overheating cunt. Two fingers slipped in with ease, deep enough to have her erect clit within easy reach of my thumb.

Sucking fervently on her breast, my fingers pistoned in and out of her drenched cunt, dragging over her G-spot on the way out while my thumb ran circles around her clit. She was going down fast and I somehow sensed she would not realise what hit her when it did.

When she tumbled, my teeth bit firmly on the nipple lodged between them. Her hands raked over my back, her hips moving on my fingers of their own volition, creating her own pathway for the second and eventually her third orgasm.

Eventually she went limp in my arms and we moved to the edge where I picked her up and sat her butt on the side. She almost sagged back unto the paved surround of the pool; her head tilted sideways watching what I would do next.

I slipped my shorts past the iron rod sticking out from my groin, a string of pre-cum connecting it to the garment. Past my knees, the garment found its own way to the bottom of the pool, eventually kicked off from my feet.

Kate’s eyes widened at the sight of my hardness. A few steps forward brought me to the edge of the pool, my cock sticking out above the paving, hard and ominous looking, veins pumped to the point of bursting.

Leaning over, I grabbed a hand-full of blonde hair, pulled Kate upright, and dragged her back into the water. Her eyes never left my cock and the next she realised; she was back in the water, submerged to her shoulders. My cock was now within an inch from her lips, fear jumping around in her eyes like lightening in a desert thunderstorm.

Flexing my hips, the protruding length of man meat pressed against her lips, trying to force its way inside. However, she kept her lips pressed firmly together, denying my entry.

A shock rippled trough her whole body as I growled at her, “Suck my cock, bitch.”

She suddenly looked frightened and a tear hesitated in the corner of her eye. I relented and kept the pressure on her lips, smearing pre-cum all over the voluptuous strips of soft flesh that kissed me so passionately a mere few minutes ago. Tears started flowing slowly and then I spoke again.

“C’mon Toots!! Its retribution time! If you could claim for yourself the right to speak to me as if I was some piece of dog shit, surely I could claim you for myself as my exclusive slut. Her eyes flickered up to me and she slowly opened her mouth. Taking it bit by bit, she managed three inches and stopped.

“C’mon Sweetheart, Suck it all in!! There is plenty to go around, help yourself.”

Then Kate surprised me by really getting into sucking me with long strokes, taking an inch or so every time until she had my whole cock down her throat. She seemed competent but needed some guidance and I moved her hand to my nut sack indicating what she needed to do. She caught on immediately but this created a situation I was not sure she was ready for. Holding onto her hair, I started fucking her mouth with long, strong strokes. Each stroke bringing me closer, a fact that suddenly dawned on her. She looked up, bewildered at what was obviously coming next. She tried to push me back but it was a bit late…

My nuts busted suddenly, surprising even me, sending what felt like gallons of cum down her throat. She tried to swallow but it became too much for her, cum running from the sides of her mouth, dripping into the water below her chin. Pulling back a bit, two more strings squirted inside her mouth, giving her a taste of my cum.

If my cock was not becoming too sensitive to her never ceased sucking, I would have left my cock inside her mouth till morning. Just having my cock all the way down her throat was something different. I never failed to notice this from the beginning and Kate giving me an extensive blowjob was like a drug I could not do without.

Withdrawing me from between her lips, Kate extended her tongue and licked what cum remained on my shaft, swallowing it down to the last drop. When I started getting limp, she looked at me with an air of total satisfaction as if she had accomplished the most groundbreaking act in sexual history.

Pulling her up, I jammed her against the side of the pool, facing away from me. Her brown pucker peered invitingly up at me and below that, little droplets of water ran down her puffy labia. I felt as if I could stick my cock between those lips immediately and fuck the living daylights out of her. But, I relented and traced little circles on the wet and engorged skin. Kate moaned and her legs parted slightly. At the movement, I was sure I witnessed a drop of syrupy nectar secreting from between her lips. Testing the small aperture I realised I was right and smeared the evidence slowly but firmly over her labia, dipping in between to test her readiness.

Kneeling in the water behind her, I leaned in and started tracing lines over those lips with my tongue. Teasing her, eliciting soft moans from her, I enjoyed the taste of her, intercepting frequent drops of her nectar with my tongue. She tasted divine, hot, sweet and ready.

Moving up, over her perineum, my tongue found her starfish and probing her, her muscle relaxed and allowed my tongue to enter the tight ring. Kate groaned at the sensation of having her ass probed with my tongue. For added effect, two of my fingers entered her wetness slowly and purposefully. Kate arched her back and groaned in her impending release.

I knew from experience, stimulating both holes sufficiently was sure-fire way to get any woman off. Curling my fingers put pressure on her g-spot and not many strokes later and my tongue fucking her ass, Kate screamed her release.

Keeping my fingers deep inside her, I grabbed my cock with my other hand and edged closer for the masterstroke. Kate sensed something was up and turning around she observed me ready to slip between her swollen lips.

“Are you gonna fuck me…?” she breathed in disbelief. In reply, I placed my cockhead against her lips, exerting slight pressure.

“Yes Toots. I told you it’s payback time. Now bend down and take it like a pro.”

Kate was reluctant, “Please, I can’t we talk about this? I am not…..” she trailed of, sounding unsure of herself.

“And why the fuck not?” I asked.

“Please, I have never… I am not ready…” she panted.

“How old are you?”

“I am twenty seven…”

“So? You’re a big girl then. What seems to be the problem? Are you still a fucking virgin?” I push on.

“No, I am not a virgin…. I am just not ready for this. I am not ready to take your cock inside me. And I am not so sure I have enough capacity for that,” she panted, looking down briefly.

I somehow sensed she was bullshitting me and decided to go for gold.

Pressing my cock against her pussy, she moaned a last weak, reluctant “please” and then I slipped an inch inside her.

“Please don’t?” I hesitate, “or, please do?”

Kate pushed back, indicating her willingness to take my cock inside her.

“I am so never going to forgive myself for this one,” she groaned from between her teeth. She held her stance and I then I slipped further into her.

“Ohhhh FUCK!!” she moaned and right then I was convinced she did not cry out in reluctance and disappointment. The arching of her back and her hand grabbing her ass cheek was evidence of that.

Kate was sure tight and she remained so even three years later. It was only later that I fully understood her reluctance.

Shifting my feet, I pressed further into her and I felt the walls of her pussy stretching to accommodate my girth. Pulling back and pressing in a few more times allowed her to take most of my cock with about two inches to spare. Right then I knew, before the night was over Kate would have all of me inside her tight cunt. It was just a matter of time. For a minute or two I held still before felt her muscles relax a bit.

With slow lazy strokes, my cock drove into her time and again, her outer labia clinging to the shaft on the way out. Kate was getting into it and her moans were proof of that. When she started lubricating even more, her hips pushed back to meet me with each stroke. Soon all of my man meat was finding its way inside her.

She sensed I was drawing closer and warned me, “please, don’t cum inside me. You can spray your cum over my face rather.”

I merely grunted and sped up my pace.

Feeling something touching my balls, I realised she was rubbing her clit in unison with my strokes. I let her and I noticed her pucker still blinking up at me. She was obviously enjoying this and seemed to get closer to a release. Stroking her pucker seemed to push her a few paces forward toward her orgasm and not long after starting my stimulation of her pucker, Kate tipped over the edge in a tremendous orgasm.

I was not going to let her rest and kept up the pace on her now drenched cunt, her request forgotten in the delirium taking charge of my senses. I was getting close, the tingling in my balls getting more defined with each stroke. Kate was not far behind in crossing the winning line yet again. The thumb from my right hand found her pucker again and she grunted as the muscle gave way to the intrusion.

Though we were both wind dried, in the half-light, I noticed a slight sheen of perspiration on the skin of her back. It was almost time; I could feel it and observing her perspiring skin pushed me forward toward the goal of the act. Grabbing her left shoulder for leverage, I shafted her with purpose, intent on my own release. The new tempo was obviously working on her and her moans became more laboured and louder with each deep thrust. Sensing her cunt shifting into overdrive, my left hand grabbed her hair and I shafted her cunt with renewed energy.

I was seconds away… Feeling the burning sensation in the base of my cock, cum rushing up my tubes and Kate’s back arching in exhilaration of her threatening release was the final marker.

Shoving my thumb all the way inside her ass, Kate came with violent spasm taking charge of her body. Screaming her orgasm to the rest of the universe set me of and I shoved deep inside her. With a force that was dulling all my senses, I shot multiple strings of cum inside her, oblivious to the moment and her request not to cum inside her.

Feeling her insides sprayed with hot white cum, set Kate off once again, her orgasm rolling on the back of the previous. It was all she could take and with a grunt, her legs gave way beneath her, my arm slipping around her to hold her.

Minutes later my cock was still lodged inside her, pulsing, reminding me of the tightness I was embedded in. I was still unbelievably hard.

Turning her around, I shoved back inside her, her legs swinging around my hips and her lips fusing themselves to mine. Turning with the load strapped to my hips, I stepped from the pool and carried her inside the house and to the master bedroom.

There I pounded into her with renewed vigour the moment we hit the sheets.

We shared many more orgasms that night with me drenching her insides with my cum three more times before I ran out of fluids. From there is was just dry spasms and at some stage I looked over my shoulder and the sun was coming up. We fell asleep and when I woke that afternoon around midday, Kate was gone.

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Shifting back to the present, I noticed that soft light was filtering through the curtains… and I was hard again. Turning toward Kate I kissed her lightly between the shoulder blades.

“Hmmmm,” she moaned softly, “what time is it Baby?”

I kissed her again, whispering against her skin, “just enough time…” slowly forcing my cock between her legs.

Penetrating deep enough I slipped over her lips, wet with seeping cum from our previous coupling. Flexing my hips brought my cock between her lips, ready for a slow rear entry

“Fuck Jake! Don’t you ever get enough?” she scolded, pushing her hips back to allow me inside her.

“Of your body? Are kidding me? I will never get enough,” I grunted as my cock bottomed out and kissed between her shoulder blades again.

“You know we have to get to your place to make sure everything is ready,” she mumbles, pushing back on my hard shaft.

“Yes I know we have to go….” tightening my buttocks, I drawled, “but this feels sooo nice.”

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We spent the rest of the day to make sure cupboards were stocked with kiddie goodies, lots of food and something to barbeque that night. I proved quite a task but with Kate helping me, we had it all done by the time we had to leave for the airport. Mandy kept to her part of letting me know when Lacy and her Au Pair departed JFK as well as giving me the Flight Number.

2pm sharp found us at Arrivals, eager to pick up Lacy and her Au Pair. At some time, Kate sensed I was irritated with the fact, still refusing to refer to her as Gretchen. The AA flight touched down a few minutes after 2pm and soon the signboard updated the status to “Disembarking”.

I was still trying to spot the two of them when Kate nudged me with the elbow: “I take dibs on the Blonde,” she said with a voice laden with desire.

The next moment I heard, “JAKE!!!!” and then I caught the flying toddler.

Over her shoulder, my eyes fell on the Au Pair. The impression the on her face seemed confused but the smile was bright and friendly.

“Hi Gretchen, welcome to Tampa!” I heard Kate say and I was sure the seductive tone was not lost on Gretchen either.

I hope you enjoyed this Chapter. I hope to have Part 3 up soon- Gallo