Date: Sat, 19 Nov 2011 15:16:17 +0000
From: william michael <beau155@hotmail.com>
Subject: Lady and the Lawn Boy

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Bill sat at the small desk in his room on the second floor of the house he
shared with his girlfriend, Sharon.  He had a text book and a note binder
open in front of him as he worked on the first assignment of his new summer
class.  Acting on Sharon's advice, he was taking the first course of many
in a program that would, if completed, certify him as an exercise
physiologist.  He decided to take the one course over the summer so he
could determine if it was something he could, and wanted, to do.  Since
this was his busy season, he figured he could only fit in the one course.

It was nearly nine P.M. When the front door opened and Sharon walked in.
She dropped her exercise bag on the floor by the coat stand and walked into
the living room.  She called out,

"Bill, sweetheart, are you home?"

"Up here," he called back.

She smiled at the sound of his voice and proceeded up the stairs to the
second floor.  Since it was summer she had no coat on, just the windpants
and light top that bespoke her roll as a physical trainer but also hid most
of her physique to keep her clients libidinous thoughts at bay.  She walked
in through the open door to Bill's room and came to stand next to him where
he sat.

The room was sparsely furnished in that it served only as a place to study.
He shared the master bedroom with Sharon, so it would be more accurate to
call this place his study.  But they thought that sounded odd so it was
just his 'room'.

Looking down at his upturned face, Sharon draped an arm around his shoulder
and leaned down to place a soft, loving kiss on those gorgeous lips, or so
she thought of them.  Bill in turn hooked an arm around her waist and
pulled her tightly against him and added some vigor to their kiss.  Sharon
let this go on for a few minutes and said,

"Hmm, and a good evening to you, lover.  I don't want to interrupt your
work, but I wanted to know how the first day went."

"It went okay.  There's going to be a lot of memorizing and reading, but I
should be okay.  It'll give me something to think about while I'm cutting
grass," he replied, looking up into those amazing blue eyes.

"Well, don't think about it too much.  I don't want you losing focus and
cutting something off," she said with a laugh.  "How much longer do you
think you'll be?"

"Probably another hour or so," he replied.

"Alright.  I'll take a shower and whip up something to eat.  I'll be in the
living room watching TV when you're done."

"Check the oven," he replied.

"What? You found time to make dinner?"

"Well, I had to eat, didn't I?  Just as easy for two as one."

She smiled again and bent down for another kiss, but with more passion and
a promise of things to come.  As their lips ground and their tongues met,
she couldn't help but wonder at the fortune that had brought this amazing
young man into her life.  When they finally pulled apart, her eyes were
smoldering and she said in a husky rasp,

"I'll be waiting for you, but don't rush.  We have the night."

Bill smiled, similarly thinking about the change his life had undergone and
what an amazing adventure he was now on.  It was a testament to his work
ethic that he did indeed get through all the work he had before him and it
took him just over an hour to complete to his satisfaction.  He but his
books away and left his room.  As he walked down the stairs, he could see
that the light in the living room was dim, with occasional flickers that
might have been the TV.  When he got to the entrance he could see that the
TV was off, the flickering was coming from several large candles about the
room and Sharon quickly became the focus of his attention.  She was lying
on the couch in what best could be described as a languid pose.  She was
resting on her side, her torso propped up on one elbow.  Her long blonde
hair was loose and flowed over her shoulders.  Her attire was brief and to
the point.  A black lace bra struggled to contain her large tits and about
her waist was a black wrap of some diaphanous material that revealed a
black thong.

She fixed him with the best 'come hither' look he had ever seen and crooked
a finger at him with her free hand.  He manfully avoided breaking into a
wide, goofy grin, trying to return a look that was just as sultry.  When he
got to the couch he knelt down and brought his lips to hers.  The kiss they
shared was like a blowtorch compared to the match flares they shared
earlier.  He rested one elbow on the couch for support and let his other
hand roam freely up and down her side, feeling the change from warm skin to
soft material and back.

Her free hand was doing it's best to pull his lips more tightly to hers,
clasping the back of his head.  At some point she rolled back a bit, got
her other arm free and wrapped it around his back.  She then proceeded to
manhandle him up on top of her.  Their bodies began to writhe and grind
against each other and Sharon quickly got him out of his shirt.  His shorts
took a bit longer, but not by much.  Since he was barefoot and had gone
commando after his shower earlier in the evening, he now lay naked on top
of her, which suited Sharon to a 'T'.

Her hands roamed over his well muscled body, pausing often on his tight
ass.  She couldn't get enough of his well toned physique.  For someone who
spent most of her time trying to whip soft, flabby clients into shape,
having this body to play with was like being a kid in a candy shop.  That
he was equipped with a beautifully formed, thick cock and heavy balls was a
bonus better than any lottery prize.

She finally broke off the kiss and while Bill buried his face in the side
of her neck she pleaded in a husky rasp,

"Oh, god, baby, you are so good, but I have to have that cock. Please, let
me get it in my mouth."

Bill lifted his head up so he could look into those incredible blue eyes.
While some may have described them as an icy blue, he knew they were an ice
that burned.  He kissed her briefly and said,

"Whatever the lady wishes, she gets."

He kept moving backward until he was sitting with his back against the
corner formed by the couch back and arm, his legs spread to give total
access to his cock and balls.  Sharon shifted around so that she was laying
on her stomach, up on both elbows, her face hovering above his crotch.  She
nuzzled his ballsack and the base of his thick shaft with her nose, all the
while making little mewing noises like a content cat.  Then her tongue slid
out and she went back to licking the smooth hairless skin of his balls and
cock.

Bill settled deeper into the couch and let one hand come to rest on her
shoulder, not to direct, but merely to make contact with that smooth warm
skin.  Sharon licked up to the head of his cock, feeling the firm
sponginess and tasting the tangy precum that was oozing from the tip.  With
a little growl she captured the head between her lips and began to suck and
lick.  Bill groaned his appreciation.  And the groan got louder as her lips
sank lower and more and more of the shaft disappeared.

For long minutes she continued to treat him to this handless blowjob, her
lips getting as much as three quarters of the way down his thick shaft,
then back up until just the very tip stayed between those luscious lips,
her tongue flicking the cumslit.  They she pulled her legs up under her so
she was half kneeling, half crouching between his legs, her hands now free
to fondle his balls and stroke the base of his cock.  And with the better
angle she was able to cover that base with her lips as she bobbed her head
on his cock.  Feeling the head of his cock touch her throat and her nose
touching his belly, his groans shifted to more intense verbalizations.

"Oh, fuck, Sharon, Jesus, that feels so good. I can't believe I found you.
Yes, suck that fat cock."

These words galvanized her determination to suck his first big load
directly from his balls and she began to intensify her efforts.  Her lips
tightened on his shaft.  She kept it locked completely in her mouth for
longer periods when she had it all in, and one hand slipped under his ball
sack and began to probe gently at his asshole.  He went back to groaning
loudly now and when her finger tip began to slip past the ring of his
asshole, lubed by the saliva dripping down his cock shaft and balls, he
reached the tipping point and his balls contracted, then exploded, shooting
heavy streams out through the tip.  To Sharon's credit she was able to take
the first two shots directly down her throat, but she was soon overwhelmed
by the volume and thickness and had to pull back, but she never released
the head and she gulped and swallowed as best she could to get it all down.

Her own orgasm had been building steadily.  While on her stomach, she had
been grinding the hard shaft on the couch cushion.  Then when she had her
legs pulled up under her she had the shaft trapped between her leg and
belly and some slow gyrations of her hips kept the pressure on.  Bill's
words and groaning added to the stimulation and when the massive cumshot
hit she knew she would be following quickly behind.  When she was sure she
had gotten all of his sweet, tangy load she let his cock drop from her
mouth and she straightened up on her knees to stroke herself to climax.

Somehow Bill had been able to maintain enough awareness to feel what was
happening so he opened his eyes in time to see her magnificent body upright
before him, sweat reflecting the flickering candlelight, her big tits
riding high on her chest, the nipples standing out hard.  He focused on her
own beautiful cock as her hand slid up and down the shaft, trying to coax
her cumshot.

He sat up, brushed her hand away and locked his mouth on her cock and began
to suck and slurp as he took the head and shaft in.  Sharon's eyes went
wide, and she gulped in a breath, but her hands went to the back of Bill's
head and pulled him in tight as she pumped her hips, once, twice and on the
third time, she began to fire off her own cum load, shouting as she did.

"OHHH, Fucckkkkk, lover, yes, dammmmmmnnn."

Bill did his best to suck down her copious load and when he finally felt
the tension go out of her body he let her cock slide from his mouth,
kissing the tip as it passed his lips.  She settled back to sit on her
heels, still between his outstretched legs, slowly moving to rest against
the couch back.  Her fire and ice blue eyes were half lidded with a
satisfied, yet still smoldering intensity.

"Oh, my god, that was fantastic.  This just gets better and better.  I know
I've said this before but you are a natural.  Dear god, how did I get so
lucky?" she asked.

"That's funny, I keep asking myself that same question."

Her smile was a good deal warmer and as she pressed against the back of the
couch she said,

"Slide down and stretch out."

He did as directed and she laid next to him, half covering his body with
hers, bring her cum smeared lips to his and they tongue kissed for several
minutes, sharing the taste of each other.  When they were done she laid her
head on his shoulder and began to trace the lines of his torso muscles with
a finger.

"We are definitely not done, sweetheart, but I need to catch my breath,"
she said.

"This is just fine.  I could stay like this with you forever," Bill replied
softly.

She kissed his bare skin and said,

"You are so sweet.  And while we are recharging batteries there are a
couple of things I wanted to tell you.  The first is that my sister will be
coming for her visit next week.  She says she's really looking forward to
meeting the guy who finally got me to pay attention to something other than
my career."

"I'm looking forward to meeting her.  She sounds pretty amazing."

"There's something you should know about her," Sharon said.  "She went
through a really bad divorce about three years ago.  We all thought the guy
was trouble from the start, but she just couldn't see it.  Well, she found
out the hard way.  Different affairs, drinking, drugs, stealing from her.
She almost went to jail because of the stuff they finally found in their
house.  Anyway, she's free of all that now, but she's still trying to
recover.  I don't think she's had any real relationships since then, just a
date or two, here and there."

"What do you want me to do?" Bill asked.

"Just be yourself, kind, cheerful, you know.  Just don't mention anything
about the marriage or divorce.  Stick to what's going on with her at
present.  I'll be around most of the time, I've made arrangements with my
clients, but there may be times that you'll be here by yourself with her,
so just stay away from that stuff."

"Sure, that should be easy, I wouldn't want to bring any of that sort of
thing up," he said, running his hand along her side, which caused her to
snuggle in tighter.

"There's one other thing.  The last time we talked, I was mentioning how
great the sex has been with you.  She made a comment about wanting to know
what that was like and maybe you could show her."

"Excuse me?  Your sister wants to have sex with me?" Bill asked.

"Well, I think she was making a joke, but there was something in her voice.
Like maybe she really did want to, so that she could feel what I feel.  I
don't know.  But if it should happen that she says or does something that
would lead to that, I want you to do it," Sharon said softly.

"What? Are you kidding?"

"No, sweetheart, I'm not.  My sister was always there for me, right from
the start.  And it broke my heart that I couldn't help her when her life
fell apart.  If I can do this for her I gladly will, but it has to be her
idea, okay?" Sharon said earnestly.

"Well, yeah, it's not like I'm going to hit on your sister," Bill said,
sounding a trifle indignant.

"I know that," Sharon said with a laugh as he leaned up to kiss his cheek,
"I just don't want you thinking to try and move things along to help her.
She's never been one anybody could push.  It has to be her putting things
in motion."

"Okay.  What was the other thing?"

"Oh, well, I got an invitation to the annual county Chamber of Commerce
dinner dance.  I try to avoid it but it was suggested that I really need to
go and start making those kinds of connections.  At least this year I won't
have to worry about going on my own, if you wouldn't mind?" she asked.

"I've never been to something like that but okay.  But aren't those things
usually kinda formal?"

"It's not black tie and tails, but yes, a suit and that sort of thing," she
replied.

"Um, I don't have a suit.  Heck, I don't even own a tie."

"Don't worry.  We'll get you something, my treat," Sharon replied.

"Uh, I don't know..." he began.

Sharon's hand came up and a finger sealed his lips.

"You are not my boytoy.  You are the love of my life and by the way, you
pull more than your fair share around here.  There is nothing wrong with
you accepting a gift from me.  And we aren't talking Armani here.  Just a
nice moderately priced business suit.  Besides, when they see what a hunk
you are, they'll think I'm responsible and it will improve my business.
So, think of it as an advertising expense," she teased.

"We'll if that's the case wouldn't it make more sense for me to go in a
speedo?"

"Yes, I suppose it might, but then again if you dressed in a speedo, we'd
never leave the house," she replied, the smolder coming back to her eyes.

She leaned in and began kissing him again, in a way that told him that the
talking was over with for now.  He shifted around so that they were facing
each other on the couch, their bodies pressed tightly together.  Sharon
brought her leg up to hook over his hip and they began to grind their cocks
against one another.  Hands were gliding over bare skin and their lips were
open, tongues moving back and forth.

Oozing precum was smearing on their stomachs and Sharon was feeling an
insatiable urge to have that thick cock inside her.  She pulled her head up
and said,

"Get on your back again, baby."

Bill went back over onto his back, his cock laying against his belly,
pointed at his chin.  Sharon threw her leg over his hips and straddled him.
Her eyes were intense and her whole body was flushed.  Relying on his thick
precum alone she settled back until his cockhead was firmly pressed against
her oh so willing asshole.  She took hold of his shaft and held it steady
while she pressed back. There was an instant of resistance and then the
ring subsided to willingly make way for his cock to move up inside her.

Slowly, and to accompanying moans, that big beautiful cock slowly
disappeared between those firm ass cheeks. Sharon took her deliciously
sweet time but finally her ass came to rest on Bill's thighs and his cock
was fulling embedded inside her.  She was sitting nearly upright, her hands
on his chest now, her head hanging down, her long blond hair obscuring her
large firm tits.

Bill's hands found them anyway and he held them, his finger tips just
pressing in, the forefinger of each hand massaging a hard nipple.  Sharon
moaned some more and she began to move her hips, letting her tight assring
stroke several inches of cock with each movement.  Now it was Bill's turn
to moan.  He could feel her smallish ballsack slide a little on his lower
abdomen and he added a bit of hip movement to compliment the way she was
working his cock with her ass.

"Oh, fuck me like that, Bill, baby, oh yes.  I love the way that fat dick
feels up my ass.  I wish we could stay like this forever," she said, her
voice trailing away.

Bill let one hand drift down and he took hold of her cock and began to
slowly stroke it.  Her head came up and she looked at him for a moment and
then her eyes closed and her head fell back, her hair cascaded over her
shoulders.  This was not to be a frenzied fucking.  Instead they set a slow
steady pace, reveling in the sensations they were giving to each other.

After a while, Sharon leaned forward and kept leaning until her tits were
pressed into Bill's chest and his hands came up and around her back.  She
pressed her lips to his and began another of those long, burning, grinding
kisses she loved so much. Bill's hand came up to take a hand full of hair
right at the scalp and used it to hold her mouth tightly to his.  Her
moaning vibrated off both of their tongues.  Ever so slowly, their hips
began to move more urgently.  Not really fast, but pressing harder and
moving a bit deeper.

No words were said, no demands made.  They just kept grinding and fucking
until Bill grunted into her mouth and pushed once more to get his cock as
deep as possible and then he came.  Each thick stream of cum was punctuated
with a push of the hips and a grunt low in his throat.  After the third
shot, Sharon gave a small yelp and began pumping out her own load, having
it smeared between their tightly pressed abdomens.

Their bodies bucked and shuddered a couple of more times and then went
still. Sharon's head was resting face down on the couch cushion, her cheek
pressed to his. As their breathing slowed and their bodies relaxed against
each other, Bill let his hands wander up and down her warm, well muscled
back.  After a while longer, Sharon raised her head far enough so that she
could smile down into his face.

"Oh, lover, that was so amazing."

"It sure was.  You know, pretty soon I'm going to have to stop saying how
great all this is, because I'll just be repeating myself, but I can't
imagine there anything in the world that could be better than being here
with you," Bill said softly. "Not just the sex, I mean all of it."

Those fire and ice blue eyes started to mist up and her smile trembled a
bit as she brought her lips to his again in a soft, soulful kiss.  When
they were done she said,

"We should get to bed.  Tomorrow's another busy day for both of us.  And
this couch is getting a bit confining."

He just nodded and waited while she pulled herself up and off of him.  They
made a side trip to the bathroom to clean up and then they climbed into the
big bed together, wrapped themselves in each others arms and drifted off in
contented sleep.

Around two in the morning Sharon woke up to the blissful sensation of
Bill's warm lips on her cock.  She lay there for a time, just soaking up
the feelings until she whispered that she wanted him to fuck her again,
this time like a dog in heat.  So with her on her hands and knees, and Bill
kneeling behind her, they fucked again. However, Bill had his own plans and
after a while he pulled out and said,

"Now it's my turn."

He got back down on his back, with his legs held up wide and high.  With a
wicked grin, Sharon got in front of him on her knees and rubbed the
dripping head of her dick on his asshole and she began to push in.  Bill's
less practiced asshole took a bit longer to oblige but soon she was balls
deep in his tight hole and she was fucking him for all she was worth.

Bill was in ecstasy from the feel of her hard cock in his ass and the look
of her as her trim, toned, hard body seemed to glow in the dim moonlight
that came through the window.  She finally fell forward to lay on his body
as he held her tight while she fucked his ass.  They kissed and licked
until he could take no more and he fired a lesser amount of cum, but no
less intensely, between them.  A half dozen pumps later Sharon fired her
own cumshots up his ass.

His legs unwrapped from hers, but she just lay on top of him, spent.  They
fell asleep like that, her slowly softening cock still up his ass.  When
they woke in the morning, she had only slid party way to one side, at least
half covering his body.  They smiled and kissed, shared a shower, mostly
all business but with some kissing and a fondle here and there and then
they had breakfast.  A very hot summer had begun.

Over the next week they enjoyed more of the same.  Bill cut lawns and went
to class twice more.  He spent part of each night reading, studying and
memorizing.  On the evenings she got home earlier, Sharon would help by
running him through recitation drills.  Eventually they would put away the
cares of the day and devote themselves to each other.  On some occasions
they would go slow and easy, taking time to please each other.  On others,
one or the other of them would come home feeling particularly horny and the
sex would start hard and hot and the other would rise to the challenge and
they would be, as the movie says, 'fast and furious'.  But either way they
would end the night sated, and silently amazed at the intensity of their
feelings for each other.

When Bill got home late in the afternoon on Monday of the following week,
dirty and tired from a day of mowing lawns, he was surprised to see a
strange car in the driveway.  He knew Sharon's sister was due that day, but
he thought it would be later, closer to night time.  He pulled the truck in
and as climbed out the occupant of the car likewise emerged. She was a
vision.  The hair was brown, but there was nothing mousy about it, it had a
burnished sheen too it that was impossible to ignore.  She looked to be
nearly as tall as her sister but the four inches heels had a lot to do with
that, but the legs were long and slim, none the less.  Her skirt came to
just above the knee but hugged her lower body tightly.  The silk blouse did
little to cover a very respectable bust.  Her eyes where hidden behind sun
glasses but the smile was a carbon copy of her sister's and it was all for
him.

"You must be Bill," said the husky alto voice. "I'm Sharon's older sister,
Emily. Most people call me Em."

"Hello, Em, it's great to meet you. Can I give you a hand with your stuff?"

"Sharon was right, you are a sweetheart, but how about a welcome hug,
first?"

"Um, you may want to wait on that.  It's been a long hot day and I'm not
fit for human contact just yet.  And you're dressed way too nice. Shower
first and then the hug?" he offered.

She threw him a little pout that sent shivers down his spine but she
relented.

"It's a deal.  I appreciate your concern for my wardrobe," she replied, the
smile back.

She used the key fob to pop the trunk lid. There were two small suitcases
and a make up bag.  Bill took the suitcases and she took the rest, closing
the trunk and walking along beside him.  He could tell she was casting
sidelong glances at him but he kept focused on the porch.  Once inside the
house he led her to the second floor room that was set up for her and then
excused himself so he could take a shower.  She smiled at him again and
said,

"Don't take too long or I'll have to come looking for you."

With the sun glasses off, those dark brown eyes sparkled with suppressed
mirth and a hint of mischief.  He smiled back, hoping the growing hard on
wasn't showing against his work pants, and hurried out of the room and down
to the shower he shared with Sharon.  He made short work of it, dressed in
baggy shorts and an oversized T-shirt and came back out to find Em sitting
on the couch.  Gone were the short skirt and silk blouse to be replaced
with tight fitting capri pants and a somewhat looser pullover top, but the
large tits were still apparent.  Her long brown hair was pulled back in a
pony tail but the informality of it just made her look hotter for some
reason.

"So, Bill, come sit her and tell me about yourself.  Oh, wait, you owe me
still," she said as she unfolded from the couch to stand before him.

Without the heels, she was nearly a head shorter than he was but it did
nothing to diminish her sense of presence. She held her hands out in an
almost imperious gesture and he stepped forward to be caught up in a tight,
warm embrace. Remembering what Sharon said, he responded in kind, bringing
his strong arms around her back and holding her firmly. He could hear as
well as feel her sigh as she seemed to melt into him.  Despite her being
nearly twenty years his senior, there was nothing motherly about this hug.
He held it for as long as she seemed to want to, easing only as her grip
lessened and then she leaned back a bit, looking up at him.

"Sharon was right, you do give great hugs.  And thank you, Bill, for making
my sister so happy.  It's been a long time in coming and she deserves every
bit of it.  Apparently so do you.  I'm so happy you found each other," and
with that she placed a small kiss on his lips.  "Now sit with me and tell
me all about yourself."

The conversation lasted over an hour.  Sharon wasn't due to be home until
around nine, which according to the original plan would have still be on
time for Emily's arrival.  Bill had offered to call and tell Sharon she was
there, but she said no, this would give them a chance to get to know each
other.  At one point the conversation moved to the kitchen, where Bill made
dinner, garnering some very enthusiastic compliments from Emily.

When it was done, he put Sharon's meal on a plate in the fridge to be
warmed later and he and Emily sat at the kitchen table eating and talking.
The subject of her disastrous marriage never came up, but her comments
would occasionally contain a reference that indicated a deep sorrow and
regret.  But it would pass quickly and the smile would be back.  There was
something in her character that was quite irrepressible, Bill thought and
he found that admirable.

After dinner, they went out into the living room to watch some TV and the
conversation faded away.  They had both been on the couch but with some
space between them.  During a commercial Emily looked over at Bill, a sad,
pensive look on her face and she asked,

"Would you hold me for a while, if that's not too weird.  That hug before
felt so nice."

Bill just nodded and held his one arm up and she slid over to press up
against him. He brought his arm down and around her shoulders, pulling her
up closely.  She snuggled tighter, turned half way toward him, her head
resting on the top of his chest. His other arm came around to complete the
circle.  Again, he felt her sigh and then melt against him.  He completed
the circle by bringing his cheek to rest on the top of her head.

They were like that for about twenty minutes when he noticed the soft,
rhythmic breathing. Emily had fallen asleep.  After another twenty minutes
passed he decided he would put her to bed.  Carefully working his arms
lower he maneuvered her so he could lift her up.  She was surprisingly
light and he easily carried her up the stairs and to her room.  Fortunately
the bed had already been turned down so he gently laid her in it.

As he was pulling up the covers he heard her say,

"Please, stay with me."

He wasn't sure if she was even awake but the tone in her voice was
heartbreaking, sounding so alone.  He of all people couldn't ignore that,
so with a shrug he climbed in beside her, got her on her side and he
spooned up behind, wrapping her in his arms again.  She sighed and snuggled
back against him.  He wondered where the strong confident woman he met in
the driveway went.

Sharon didn't get to the house until almost ten.  It was a night when just
about anything you could think of went wrong.  Late clients, balky
equipment, and Evan wanting to discuss the upcoming Chamber of Commerce
dinner.  He was the one pushing her to attend.  When she walked in she was
surprised to see the living room was empty, although the TV was still on.
Her glance went up the stairs.  Had her sister's needs surfaced so soon?

She quietly walked up the stairs and made her way to the door to her
sister's room. She peeked inside and could see her sister and her boyfriend
cuddled up, he with his arms around her protectively.  She smiled a bit and
then noticed that Bill still had a shirt on.  That didn't make any sense
but she figured she'd find out all about it in the morning.  She went
downstairs, ate the dinner that Bill had left for her and went to bed.

Around two in the morning she was awakened by someone climbing into bed.

"Bill?" she asked, sleepily.

"Yes, babe, everything is okay."

"That happened pretty fast," she said rolling over and looking at him.

"Nothing happened like that.  We were watching TV and she asked me to hold
her, so I did.  She wound up falling asleep in my arms, so I brought her up
to bed.  She asked me to stay.  I think she might have still been asleep,
but I can't be sure. She sounded so sad and alone.  I couldn't just leave
so I got into bed with her and just held her.  I guess you saw us?"

"Yes, sweetheart, about ten o'clock or so.  Thank you for doing that.  You
are so sweet.  Come here," she said.

He moved into her arms, he having discarded his shorts and t-shirt, her in
her favorite sleeping attire.  The feel of his warm bare skin, the pressure
of his soft but thick cock against her leg, and the love for what he did
for her sister all served to ignite a fire in her that only had one outlet.
When they woke up the next morning, the bed was a wreck with most of the
covers on the floor, her sleep outfit on the floor across the room and one
pillow jammed against the nightstand. They were sore, sleepy and incredibly
pleased with themselves.

When they walked into the kitchen, they found Emily, dressed in sweatpants
and tank top, the later straining to contain her tits, putting the
finishing touches on an extensive breakfast.

"Well, hello there my little love bugs.  Come here, Sharon, and give your
sister some sugar," Emily said with a big smile.

Sharon hurried forward and the two sisters embraced, trading kisses and
whispers. Then they pulled apart and faced Bill, an arm around each others'
lower backs.

"Come here, you," Emily said to Bill.

He walked forward to be pulled into a three way hug and received a fair
kissing as well.

"Bill, honey," Emily said, "you were so sweet last night. You made me feel
very warm and welcome.  And yes I was awake when I asked you to stay with
me last night. That felt so wonderful.  Now, the two of you sit down and
I'll serve your breakfast. You both have busy days ahead of you."

Sharon and Bill took seats at the table and Emily brought over egg white
omelets, fruit bowls and juice.  She stood next to Bill's chair, an arm
around his shoulders, her hip pressed against his arm.

"Another late night, sis?" she asked.

"The schedule says nine, we'll see what reality has in mind," Sharon
replied.

"What about you, handsome?" she asked Bill.  "Class first thing this
morning and then lawns until I get 'em done."

"Okay, well, I'll make something for dinner that will hold until you each
get here. I'll hang out here and relax, god knows I could use it.  We'll
make some plans tonight, alright," Em said.

"Yes, we will," Sharon said, "today's the worst of the week, the rest are
set up so I'll be done by late afternoon.  We can hang out, go shopping,
you name it."

"I name it?  I think I like that one," Emily said with a grin.

Within a half an hour Emily was alone in the house.  She already had plans
for the evening.  It was close to five when Bill pulled into the driveway.
As he walked onto the porch, the door swung open and Emily was standing
there, smiling brightly, dressed in a pair of denim shorts and another tank
top.  She also had a glass full of ice tea.

"Hello there, Bill, how was your day?"

"Busy, and a little long, but okay.  How was yours?" he asked, taking the
glass that she offered and knocking back half of it in one go.

"Very relaxed.  A leisurely breakfast, a long soaking bath and some easy
work on my client files.  Once you finish that why don't you go take a
shower and I'll get dinner on the table."

"That sounds like a terrific idea," Bill said, handing the empty glass to
Emily.

By the time Bill came out, showered and dressed in casual workout clothes,
the table was set for two.  Bill sat across from Em, who offered him
serving bowls and a platter.

"This looks terrific."

"That's, sweetie.  I don't get to cook often and its great to be able to do
it for someone else for a change," she replied.  "So what plans do you have
for the evening?"

"Homework first, then hang out with you until Sharon gets home.  Then I
imagine you two will talk until the sun comes up," he said with a laugh.

"I don't think we'll go that far, but yes, I imagine we'll have lots to
talk about."

They continued to eat and chat until the meal was done.  When Bill moved to
clear the table, Emily stopped him and said,

"Uh, wrong.  You go get started on your homework, I'll take care of this."

"Really? Oh, okay, thanks, Em," he said and then he walked from the
kitchen, Emily watching him as he went.

Bill had been at it for about forty five minutes when he heard a knock on
the door frame and an angel's face framed in brown hair peeked around the
edge.

"How's it going, handsome?"

"Great," he replied and then a thought occurred.  "Hey, would you be
willing to help me with something?"  "Of course," she replied, moving into
the room. "What did you have in mind?"

"I need to run through my memorization drill.  I need you to read the
questions and check my answers, okay?"

"Easy, peasey," she said holding out her hand for the notebook.

For the next half our she quizzed him as she walked around the room and
while not exactly strutting, there was definitely attitude in her walk.
When they had finished she put the notebook on the desk by reaching over
his shoulder, one firm tit pressing against his back.  As her arm came back
it wrapped around his neck and was joined by the other.  She brought her
face down to the side of his, kissing his cheek several times.

"Sharon was right.  You are an amazing young man," she said, adding some
kisses to the side of his neck, her hands straying down his chest.  "You
feel so good to hug."

Bill turned his head and they looked at each other eye to eye.  Emily
leaned in and placed her lips firmly on his, their mouths opening.  When
she pulled back she looked into his face for any sign.  Bill looked back
calmly and said,

"Sharon said that if you wanted this, it was okay."

Emily's eyes went a bit wide and then she smiled, leaning back in to plant
a much more passionate kiss on his willing lips.  Carefully, Bill pushed
his chair back and pulled Emily around to sit on his lap.  They wrapped
each other in their arms and added some serious groping and fondling to the
tongue kisses.  Bill spent a fair amount of time playing with Emily's big
tits, feeling them through the fabric of her tank top.  She in turn was
squirming her firm ass against his cock as she sat on it.  She finally
broke off the kiss and said,

"Please, my room, now."

"Lead the way, I'll enjoy the view," Bill replied with a wicked smile.

Emily smiled a bit and then slid off his lap and tugged him by the hand out
of his chair.  As they walked down the hall, he did indeed enjoy the view
of her firm ass in those tight shorts.  The thought that she was thirty
eight boggled his mind. Once inside her room the kissing and groping began
anew and with increased vigor. Almost as quickly, clothes started coming
off and Bill was naked and Emily was down to a pair of black lace panties
that did little to cover the firm globes of her ass. Bill did his best to
cover them with his hands.

Emily turned him around and pushed him so he sat down on the edge of the
bed.  She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her hands.  Her
tongue darted out and made long swipes up and down the thick shaft,
stopping to swirl around the head and then back down.  She pulled back and
said,

"Oh, fuck, Bill, your cock is gorgeous.  I'm going to love getting fucked
by you. My pussy hasn't seen a cock this nice in about twenty years."

She then proceeded to swallow the whole shaft.  Bill started to groan,
putting one hand on her head.  She let saliva run down the shaft and drip
to his balls, then using one hand to fondle the big orbs in their smooth
skinned sack.  She continued this for around a quarter of an hour and then
she let it pop from her mouth.  She looked at him and said,

"I want this big dick in me right now."  "First things first," he replied
with a leer.

Putting his hands under her arms, he lifted her up and put her on the bed
on her back. He pushed her legs apart, exposing her shaved, glistening
pussy.  Emily was watching him with wide eyes that were blazing.  Bill laid
down and brought his face to her pussy.  It had been over a year since he
had sex with a girl but he hadn't forgotten anything.  He applied his
tongue to the wet lips and he heard Emily gasp and when he went after her
clit he felt a pair of hands on the back of his head pulling his face tight
to her pussy.  He began to suck on her clit and flick it with the tip of
his tongue.

Emily began to writhe, her ass grinding into the mattress and a stream of
incoherence running almost nonstop.  After spending time on her clit, he
moved down and began to tongue fuck her hole, his hands moving up to cup
her big tits and squeezing them, tweaking the hard nipples.  Emily's first
orgasm struck hard and deep and she bucked and thrashed.  Bill pushed her
legs back, exposing her asshole which twitched and flexed.

He attacked her hole, swabbing it and poking it with his tongue.  Finally
he figured she had had enough of the foreplay and he crawled up her body,
placing his cockhead to her now drenched pussy. Emily wasn't waiting for
any more preliminaries.  She wrapped her arms and legs around his body and
grabbed hold of his tight muscled ass.  He lunged, she pulled and in one
deft move his fat cock was buried to half it's length in her pussy.  A
second stroke and he was balls deep in her hot wet pussy and she was
moaning into his neck.

"Oh, yes, my god, that feels so incredible.  Your cock feels so big. Fuck
me, Bill, please, fuck me and don't stop."

And he did.  The glory of an eighteen year old is the seemingly limitless
ability to pound his cock into a willing pussy. And this one was more than
willing. It was down right demanding.  Her big tits were pressed firmly to
his chest, the nipples grinding on his hard pecs.  Any more words were lost
when Bill covered her open mouth with his, their tongues dueling.  Emily
shuddered through two more gut wrenching orgasms before Bill started to
grunt.

"That's it baby, shoot that big load in my pussy. Don't worry, just do it,"
she demanded.

With her hands firmly grabbing his ass, he bucked and then slammed his cock
as deep as it would go and began shooting stream after stream of thick
cream into he clenching pussy.  She held him tightly as he continued to
spasm his load into her. Finally, spent, he settled down on top of her.
She began kissing his neck and shoulder, her hands gliding up and down his
back.  Finally she took hold of the sides of his head and gently pushed it
up so that she could look into his face.

"Oh, my god, Bill, sweetheart, Sharon did say the half of it, you are
incredible. I haven't been fucked like that in years, hell, decades.  Thank
you so much."

"Thank you? Em, don't you think it was every bit as good for me.  You are
an amazing lover.  It must be genetic," he said with a smile.

"Oh, I'm so happy to hear you say that," came a voice from the door.

Bill looked around as Emily lifted her head a bit.  She smiled and said,

"So, get a good eyeful, sister dear?"

"Oh, yes," Sharon said as she sauntered into the room. "You can't imagine
how good Bill's ass looks going up and down, clenching and flexing.  It
makes a girl hot all over to watch."

She sat down on the edge of the bed and ran a hand down Bill's back and
ass. Giving his butt cheek a squeeze and leaving her hand there, she said,

"So, was I right or was I right? Pretty damned amazing, huh?"

"Oh, you are so right, sis," Emily said, placing a wet kiss on Bill's
cheek.  "It was fantastic of you to be willing to share him."

"You were always there for me, Em," Sharon said, let her hand slide down
between Bill's thighs to tickle the back of his ballsack.  "I want to be
here for you now. I couldn't help before.  I can now."

Emily smiled and rubbed her sister's leg with one hand and caressed Bill's
back with the other.  He was listening to the two sisters talk and he
thought he was picking up on something.  Emily gave him another kiss on the
cheek and Sharon said,

"That looks nice.  I'll try one."

Sharon leaned down and placed a wet sucking kiss on one of Bill's ass
cheeks.  He twitched a little and got a little thrust back from Emily.
Sharon added several more kisses to his ass and Emily gave him one firmly
on the lips.  Once the kissing stopped the two sisters looked at each other
and Sharon smirked.

"Do you remember our pact?" she asked.

"What? The one about us finding a guy to share?  We were teenagers then.
And you were a gay boy, what were the odds?" Emily replied.

"Well, we're both big girls now and I think the odds have improved
tremendously. Don't you think?" Sharon replied, rubbing Bill's ass with
real meaning.

Emily looked hard at her sister and then back at Bill.  Her expression
changed from puzzlement to acceptance to real interest in a moment and then
she had her lips pressed hard on Bill's, her hands holding the back of his
head.  Sharon placed a few more kisses on his ass then stood up and started
to pull her clothes off.  Soon her lean muscled body was exposed with her
hard cock expressing her excitement. Emily looked over, her eyes roaming
over her sisters body.  She broke off her kiss and said,

"Damn, sis, I didn't realize how incredibly hot you look.  I haven't seen
you naked since I left home."

"It doesn't freak you out?" Sharon asked as she climbed onto the bed.

"Strangely not, but it does get me really excited," Emily said, reaching
out to run her hand over Sharon's bare leg.

Sharon leaned down and kissed her sister lightly on the lips, then a bit
harder and in a moment that two women were sharing a scorching hot tongue
kiss.  Bill had to wonder if there hadn't been some long suppressed desires
here.  Even as they kissed, both women had their hands on his body and with
a bit of shifting he was able to expose his hard shaft which was soon the
focus of two different left hands.

When they broke their kiss, Sharon looked at Bill and said,

"Get on your back, lover, you deserve some attention."  Bill got on his
back, his hard cock against his belly.  Both women looked at it with wide
eyes and they shifted positions so they could both get at it. Sharon went
for his balls while Emily captured his dickhead in her mouth.  Bill thought
he had died and gone to heaven.  Two devilish angels were treating him to
sensations he never imagined.  He began running his hands up and down their
bare backs.  Then he went further afield, playing with their asses, running
his finger around the tight rings of their assholes.

"Oh baby, yes, that feels so nice," Sharon said.

Emily let the head of his cock pop out and she wiggled on his finger.  She
looked at her sister and said,

"How the hell does an eighteen year old get so good at making a woman feel
good like this?"

"It has to be instinct, sis.  The first time he sucked my cock was his
first time ever and I thought I'd die it felt so good.  And every time is
better than the last," she finished and then went back to sucking on his
ball sack and the lower end of his shaft.

Emily swallowed as much of his dick as she could, swabbing the head with
her tongue on the up stroke.  Sharon began to attack Bill's asshole,
drawing grunts from her lover.  He responded by adding pressure to his
finger and each hole began to relax and admit his probe.  As they sucked
and licked he slowly finger fucked their assholes.  Finally, Emily came up
off his cock and said,

"Oh, god, Bill I want your cock in me, not just your finger.  I need that
big beautiful dick in me now."

Sharon pulled back and said,

"Climb on, Sis, riding that cock is incredible."

Needing no further encouragement, Emily straddled Bill's hips and with
Sharon holding the shaft upright, she rubbed her pussy lips on the head and
then began to settled down onto it.  As the head slipped between her puffy,
wet lips she let out a groan and continued to sink down until the entirety
of Bill's hard cock was up in side her pussy.  She began to rock back and
forth, her hands resting on his rock hard chest, her head bowed.

Sharon started licking at Bill's balls but then shifted her attention to
her sisters asshole.  She licked hard and fast, adding some probing with
the tip. Emily's head snapped back and she yelled,

"Oh, fuck, yessssss."

Bill began to add some movement with his hips and she began to buck and
twist in her orgasm.  After it subsided she looked back over her shoulder
and said,

"Oh god, Sis, get your cock inside my asshole.  Please, I want the both of
you inside me.  I want both your cocks and your cum.  Love me please."

Sharon was every bit as excited as her sister so she didn't hesitate to
kneel behind her sister's ass.  She let some saliva drip down onto Emily's
assring and rubbed it with her cock head, adding some precum.  She pressed
in, holding on to her sister's hips.  As the head began to pass the tight
ring Emily groaned loudly and pushed her hips back.  With that
encouragement Sharon pushed forward and buried the last of her cock into
her sisters ass, her tight ballsack pressing against the underside of
Bill's cock.

Emily collapsed onto Bill's chest, her face pressed into his neck.  Sharon
let her hands slide from Emily's hips and up her sides.  As she leaned
forward her tits came to rest on Emily's back.  She began kissing her
sister's neck as her hips propelled her cock in and out of Emily's ass.
All the noise in the room was now a combination of wet slapping and mumbled
moans.

The three lovers lost track of time and Bill and Sharon fucked Emily
through two more heavy orgasms.  During the last one, Emily clenched down
hard and Sharon couldn't last and began pumping her cum load up her
sister's ass.  Sharon shouted incoherently and Emily groaned into Bill's
neck.  Halfway through Sharon's orgasm, Bill let loose with his own, firing
more of his thick cum up Emily's pussy.

The three bodies continued to buck and writhe for some moments until all
three orgasms subsided.  The room lapsed into silence and then Emily
finally murmured,

"My god, that was amazing. You two are simply the best there is."

"You're not so bad yourself, Sis.  Sex is always better with the one you
love."

"Or ones," Emily added.

Sharon placed some kisses on the back of her sister's neck and then said,

"I think we should pull ourselves apart and get in the shower.  And you'll
stay downstairs with us."

"Why?"

"The bed is much bigger," Bill finished then added a series of kisses on
Emily's neck and face.