Chapter 11

The morning sun broke through the curtains and onto Mac's sleeping
face. Gradually his eyes opened. Suddenly, he realized that it was
after eight A.M. He never slept this late. He jumped out of bed, put a
robe on and hurried to the bathroom. When he looked in the mirror, it
appeared that he had a hang over. His eyes were red and he looked
haggard. He concluded that it was from the guilt and embarrassment he
felt from losing control last night. Still, he could feel a twitch in
his penis when he thought of Tess. He shook his head and then washed
his face in cold water and took another shower. Then, he quickly
dressed and slipped the shoulder strap of his holstered weapon over
his head and fit it snuggly under his arm. It was funny but the pistol
so close to his body always made him feel better. Almost like he was
in control again. Then he thought about last night and he shook his
head in dismay. These two women aren't the enemy, he thought. They
were two strong willed and incredibly sexy, but tiny women. How could
he let things get so out of control?

When Mac walked into the kitchen, Tess and Angela were already eating
breakfast.

"Well, it's about time sleepyhead," Angela said with a laugh.

"Sorry," Mac said sheepishly. "I'm not sure why that happened. I'm
always up before dawn."

Tess took a bite of food to keep from smiling. Her eyes caught Mac's
with a knowing glance.

Angela asked, "So, what's on the agenda for your prisoners today?" 

"I'm sorry to keep you ladies cooped up but you can never be too
careful." Mac didn't want to scare them with what he had learned
yesterday. However, he felt that they were taking the situation too
lightly.

"Come on Uncle Mac, can't we go out somewhere and have some fun?" 

Angela got up from the table and started to clear the dishes.

"Tess we've been over this..." Mac said and stopped in mid-sentence. As
he stared through the large window, he saw a glint of reflecting light
coming from the woods outside the fence. Suddenly he was on his feet
and diving toward Angela. One second after he hit her, the glass in
the breakfast room shattered and then a large mirror cracked behind
them.

Tess screamed as she was splattered with flying glass.

"Get down," Mac screamed to Tess. She fell out of the chair onto the
floor as other things in the room began to explode. "Stay on the
floor," Mac ordered as he crawled across the floor until he reached
the kitchen door. He turned and slid his cell phone across the floor
to Angela. "Call 911. They'll know what to do." With that, Mac dove
through the door to the outside deck as a silent round shattered the
window in the door behind him. With a swiftness that came from years
of experience, Mac rolled across the deck until he could dive off the
edge and behind a row of hedges. In his planning, Mac had outlined a
route for just such a contingency.

Angel and Tess huddled on the kitchen floor in each other's arms,
sobbing. The police said to stay put and they would be there in a few
minutes.

Mac knew that he had to work fast or whoever was out there would get
into the house. His mind worked quickly as he ran from the hedges to
the woods. He figured that there were at least two shooters, one in
back and one in front, but probably more. Now in the safety of the
woods, he ran swiftly, his weapon in his hand. There was no fear in
his actions. Experience had taken over and he was on automatic pilot.

He circled around the route he figured someone would take if they were
trying to sneak up on the house. As he came out of the woods, he saw
an SUV sitting off the road and hidden behind some bushes. He quickly
noted that the vehicle could hold five people so he figured that was
the maximum number he was dealing with. He approached the car
carefully, looking around him then at the dirt on the ground. There
were two sets of footprints on one side of the vehicle and two on the
other. Four of them, he thought as he pulled a knife from his ankle
sheath and slashed two of the tires.

Quickly, Mac moved to follow the footprints of two of the occupants of
the car. He stopped suddenly when he saw a man with an automatic
weapon standing with his back to him. He had apparently been left to
guard the Jeep. As Mac approached quietly, he saw that the man was
relieving himself. He unceremoniously hit him in the back of the head
with the butt of his gun. He fell to the ground with a thud. Mac
picked up the weapon. It was an AR 16, a weapon Mac was very familiar
with. Mac holstered his pistol and looked down at the guy. He didn't
like it, but he had to leave the guy there. He hastily tied his hands
behind his back with his belt. However, he knew that it wouldn't hold
him long.

Further into the woods, two men huddled together. "Did... gasp... did you...
gasp... see where he went?" the brawny guy said to his partner as he
gasped for breath.

"No, he disappeared into the woods. We better get Nick and get out of
here. The cops will crawling all over this place any minute."

"I think Nick was heading for the house." 

Mac crouched behind a tree, watching the two criminals talk. He
couldn't quite make out what they were saying. He picked up a large
stick and threw it into the woods behind them.

Both men turned toward the sound at the same time and opened fire. The
two weapons spit lead into the bushes, tearing limbs from trees and
destroying the foliage. The silencers on the two weapons made a thud
instead of a bang.

"Drop your weapons!" Mac yelled.

Both men turned toward Mac at the same time.

For Mac, it was like everything was happening in slow motion. He was
as calm as he had ever been. The calmness was a result of years of
training and discipline. It was why he had been a good cop and
soldier. He watched with crystal clarity as both men raised their
weapons. It only took Mac two shots with the AR 16 and both men were
down with bullets in their chests.

 From a distance, Mac heard the sirens and knew the cops would be there
in a minute or two. However, he couldn't wait. He figured that there
was one criminal left and he could be in the house. Mac pulled his
handgun from his holster and then smashed the rifle against a tree,
rendering it useless. Then, he rushed back toward the house. He could
see several police cars heading for the gate as he ran full speed
through the woods and into the opening. While he knew that it was
dangerous to be out in the open, he had no choice; it was the quickest
route to the house. He ran with lightening speed across the grass, up
the steps and into the house, hitting the button to open the security
gate for the cops as he went. Mac turned the corner to the living room
and looked through the door to the kitchen. He saw Tess and Angela
still huddled on the floor and he sighed with relief. However, as he
turned back toward the hall, he saw something out of the corner of his
eye. He heard the thud and felt the hot lead as it grazed his cheek.
In the same instant, he fired his handgun, catching the guy in the
stomach and throwing him against the spiral staircase and then to the
floor.

At the same moment, two cops burst through the front door with weapons
drawn. Instantly, they saw the guy on the floor and Mac walking toward
them with his weapon drawn. Fortunately, they knew Mac.

Mac looked at them and said in a calm voice, "Hi sarge!"

"What the hell is going on here?" the sergeant asked breathlessly.

"I think we found our contract killers. They took a shot at Mrs.
Rhinehold and her daughter. They're both okay," he said nodding to the
kitchen behind him.

Just then, Angela and Tess came up behind Mac. 

"How many are there?" the sergeant asked still wary of the situation.

"There are two in the woods that are probably dead, one still
unconscious, I think, near the car and this one here. I believe that's
all. But I can't be sure."

The sergeant used his radio to let the other officers know the
situation. They radioed back that they had found the two dead guys and
caught the other one trying to get away in the car with two flat
tires.

"Roger that... thanks," the sergeant said and then turned to Mac. "We'll
have them fan out around the place and check for anymore bodies." A
smile crossed his lips as he looked at his old friend. "You've still
got it I guess."

"I'm not sure sarge. I think I've lost a little in my reflexes," Mac
said as he reached for his bloody cheek. "If he had been a better
shot..."

"Maybe so," the sergeant said and both men laughed in relief. 

The cops turned the victim on the floor onto his back. He was still
breathing but losing a lot of blood. They radioed for a medavac.

Mac turned to Angela and Tess and smiled. Both of them looked frazzled
and there was a look of shock on their faces.

"Your face," Angela cried. 

The long scrape on Mac's cheek was dripping blood. He reached up and
touched it again. "It's nothing. I've had worse in bar fights."

"Hurry, get me a wet towel," Angela told Tess. Then she led Mac over
to a chair and sat him down, using her dress to catch the blood
dripping from his chin. Tess was back in a second with a wet towel.
Angela used it to clean the blood from Mac's cheek and neck.
Fortunately, once the blood was gone, she could see that it was just a
graze and wouldn't require stitches. "We need to get a bandage on
this. Come with me to the bathroom," Angela said, pulling Mac from the
chair and toward the upstairs bathroom.

"Angela, it's nothing," Mac complained. "I have to help check out the
house."

"The cops are here. They can take care of things now," she said,
dragging him up the stairs. "We need to get something on that."

Mac sighed and said, "I'll just add it to my collection of scars.
Gives me character you know."

"Well, it's still bleeding and it'll get infected if we don't do
something," Angela said as she took Mac into the bathroom and had him
sit in front of the vanity. Then, she knelt and quickly cleaned the
wound, putting some antiseptic on it before covering it with a
bandage. When she was done, she stayed at Mac's feet and looked up at
him as she took his hand in hers. There were tears in her eyes and she
was trembling. "Mac, how can I ever thank you? You saved both of our
lives."

"It was my job," Mac said, uncomfortable with the compliment.
Suddenly, he felt like Roy Rodgers in a hokey western. "Ah shucks
ma'am, weren't nothing!" he said in an attempt at humor.

Angela brought his hand up and pressed it to her cheek, ignoring his
humor. "Tess and I thought this was all a big joke. We never believed
that anyone would really try to harm us. Thank God you took it
seriously. No more games Mac. I'm so sorry."

Mac was about to ask her what she meant by "No more games." However,
before he could ask, the sergeant came into the bathroom.

"Mac, we need you. We have a shit load... sorry ma'am... a lot of paper
work to do with you."

"All right, I'll come down to the station with you. You'll leave a few
guys here?"

"How about ten. That should equal one of you," the sergeant laughed.

*****

At police headquarters, Mac filled out all the forms, identified the
perpetrators and told his story ten times. While it was a lot of work,
it felt like old times at the station. Old friends came from
everywhere to say hello and get the scoop, laughing and sharing their
own war stories. Finally, the Captain pried him away from the crowd
and arranged for him to go see the Judge.

Judge Rhinehold was gravely concerned when he had heard about the
attempt on Angela and Tess's life. He had called Angela right away,
hoping to settle her down. He was surprised to find her very calm. Her
calmness actually helped to settle his nerves. However, when he
thought of what could have happened... well, he didn't really want to
think about it. He knew that Angela or Tess might not have been alive
if he hadn't convinced Mac to watch over them.

When Mac walked into the room and saw Judge Rhinehold, he became
concerned. He looked paler then the last time he saw him and he seemed
to have lost weight in just the past few days.

The two men embraced and then the Judge ordered drinks for them as
they sat in the living room. "How's the cheek?" the Judge asked.

"It's nothing."

"I knew I was right about you all along," the Judge said as they
smoked a cigar and drank their brandies.

"I just got lucky," Mac said, trying to make light of the situation.

"It was more than luck and you know it. Listen Mac," the Judge said
and stopped as he broke into a fit of coughing.

Mac got up quickly and started to pat him on the back.

"I'm alright. It's these damned cigars. The doctor told me to quit
smoking them."

Mac started to say, "Why don't you quit" but then he thought of the
Judge's admission of his shortened life span and stopped.

The Judge smiled at him and said, "It's about the only thing I have
left." He sat back and looked at Mac. "I hope this trial doesn't go
much longer."

The unspoken implication of that comment seemed to be that the Judge
thought he might not make it to the end. Mac grew even more concerned.

Then the Judge continued. "I think after what happened today that they
may cop a plea. Which I will accept but I want the district attorney
to press for attempted murder. I think the DA's got these guys now."

The two men fell silent, drinking their brandy and smoking. 

Quite a few brandies later, Mac said he had to get back. The Judge
said he understood and led him to the door.

"Thanks again Mac. I owe you big time."

"You don't owe me anything Judge."

They shook hands warmly and Mac walked out the door. He waved as he
rode away in the squad car.

When he arrived home, it was after midnight and there were still four
squad cars outside. The house was like a fortress now. Mac said hello
to the cops outside, stopping to talk for a few minutes and then he
went into the house. He was somewhat relieved to see that the upstairs
was dark and the house was quiet. He went to his room and undressed
and crawled into bed. However, when he tried to sleep, it was
impossible; too much had happened and his mind was racing with the
events of the day.

Mac was lying on his back with the covers down to his waist, his hands
behind his head and his eyes closed when he heard the bedroom door
open. He didn't open his eyes because he knew it was Tess. While he
dreaded it, he was also somehow relieved. He really didn't want to be
alone tonight.

He felt the blankets being raised and her naked body slip in the bed
next to him. Then, he felt her breasts and warm body pressing to his
side as she snuggled into his arm. Mac sighed and moaned "Tess," as he
felt her hand on his chest, slowly sliding down his body. However, his
hands remained behind his head as if he were unable to move them. By
the time her hand reached his penis, it was already hard. A sigh
escaped his lips as she squeezed him. When he started to protest
again, her lips pressed to his.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes and pushed her back. Something was very
different about the kiss. "Angela," he hissed in total surprise.

"Shhhh!" she said as her hand came up to caress his bandaged cheek.
Then she drew his lips to hers again, pressing her tongue into his
surprised mouth. When she pulled away, she whispered, "God Mac, I need
you tonight."

"Angela..." he moaned.

"No more games Mac. I need you to fuck me. Please fuck me," she
whispered, her hand pulling his face toward her again. "God, I've
dreamed about this for three years," she said and pressed her lips to
his. Her hand moved back to his now throbbing penis. "I need this in
me," she said squeezing him for emphasis. "You know, it's been almost
three years since I've been fucked. And even then it wasn't
satisfying."

"Angela," Mac protested again but let her push him back again. Slowly,
she began to kiss down his body. Mac reached for her head but he no
longer tried to stop her, he simply held her head as it moved lower.
"Ohhhh!" he moaned when her lips circled the swollen head of his
penis. He could feel her tongue laving the head as her warm mouth
enveloped him. Without a conscious thought, his hips began to push
upward and his hands pushed her head downward.

Angela took as much as she could inside her mouth and then pulled back
when she began to gag. "I can't take you all the way in but I do other
things pretty well," she whispered, looking up at him.

A crazy thought went through Mac's head. Could she be referring to
Tess's ability to take him all the way? However, the thought was
quickly gone as Angela began to lick him, running her tongue up and
down the shaft. When her tongue reached the sensitive area just below
the crown, she paused, flicking just the tip of her tongue against the
stretched skin. It was such a light touch that it almost felt like he
was imagining it. However, it continued until his legs began to twitch
with pleasure. Then she abruptly stopped and moved down to his
testicles. She opened her mouth and took one inside, gently sucking it
as her tongue covered the wrinkled surface.

Mac was going mad with desire as she teased him.

She sucked the other large orb into her mouth before letting it slide
out. Then she took one inside again. When both balls were dripping
with her saliva, her tongue slid down and under to touch the skin just
below.

Mac squirmed as she tickled the sensitive area and he twitched again
in pleasure. "God Angela," Mac moaned as he felt his twin sacks began
to tighten. He felt like he was close to climax and she wasn't even
touching his penis. Then, Mac tensed as he felt her finger slowly
begin to slide into his anal passage.

Angela smiled as she felt Mac tense. She pulled his penis to her mouth
and sucked as the finger began to move in and out.

Now, Mac was gasping for breath as her finger massaged his swollen
prostate. He was certain he was going to spill his seed when she
abruptly pulled her finger from his clinching hole.

Angela moved back up his body, stopping to kiss the hot skin of his
stomach and chest. When she was over him and her naked body pressed to
his, she lifted one large, soft breast and brought it to his mouth.
Now it was her turn to moan as Mac began to suck the hard nipple
inside. When Angela felt she couldn't take any more she removed that
breast and fed him the other. Soon, she was squirming in need as she
laid top of him. "Oh Jesus, fuck me! Fuck me now!" Angela gasped and
flipped over onto her back, pulling Mac with her.

A second later, Mac was over Angela and her legs were spread wide. He
bent his head to her and kissed her passionately, no longer able to
pretend that he didn't want it as badly as she did. He could feel her
soft and warm flesh quivering under him. His penis lay throbbing on
her stomach.

Finally, Mac lifted his hips until his penis slipped down and was
barely touching her swollen vagina.

Angela reached down and grasped the large tool. She had never had
anything so big in her before. That, plus the fact that it had been
years since she had had a real penis, made her shiver with excitement
and just a touch of fear. Then she had a moment of doubt as the
swollen tip slipped between the fat outer lips of her already wet
vagina. She spread her legs wider, letting Mac center his penis on her
hole.


Mac hesitated one last time, knowing that there was no going back if
he pushed forward one more inch.

Angela reached her hands to Mac's buttocks. Her fingernails dug into
his flesh painfully.

"Ahhhh!!!" they both screamed as his long penis slid into her body.
However, it stopped with before it was all the way inside. Again, Mac
hesitated. He didn't want to hurt her. She felt so tight that he
wondered if he was in her as deeply as he could go.

Angela bucked her hips upward and pulled again. "Give it to me!" she
screamed.

Mac pushed hard.

"Ohhhhh!!!" she groaned as the last two inches slipped into her.
Angela's mouth opened as if to scream but nothing came out. Then,
before she could catch her breath, Mac began to move.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes!" Angela hissed.

"Oh Jesus Angela." Mac's lips caught hers. His hips began to move up
and down in time with his probing tongue.

Within seconds, Angela began to tremble. She didn't know where she was
anymore, but she knew what she was doing. Then, suddenly, she gasped
and moaned as a surprise climax overtook her. She shivered as she
pulled Mac to her body. Her legs and arms were now around him, holding
him prisoner and letting only his hips continue to move. The climax
seemed to go on and on, taking her breath away. However, as soon as
one climax stopped, another began. It was like nothing she had ever
experienced before and was far better than the fantasy she had held in
her mind for so many years.

Mac was delirious with excitement as well. He had been with many women
since his wife died, but nothing compared to this. It felt like her
vagina was sucking him into her. He could feel the inner walls
squeezing him rhythmically with each of her climaxes. He lost count of
Angela's climaxes as his own need took over. Now, his hips began to
pound into her, bringing grunts of pleasure from them both. Soon, the
tightness of her warm hole took him over the edge. He opened his mouth
to scream as his balls tightened. Suddenly, he was pouring everything
he had into her. It felt like he hadn't climaxed in months as he froze
in pleasure, his penis buried as deep as it could go. Throb after
throb sent his sperm into her welcoming hole until it began to
overflow.

Finally, Mac collapsed onto Angela's still trembling body. He gasped
for breath as he lay heavily on her smaller form. As his penis began
to soften, he could feel his sperm begin to trickle from her. Then, he
heard Angela moan as it slipped all the way out of her. Minutes later,
they were both asleep in each other's arms.

It must have been two or three hours later when Mac awoke to kisses on
his chest. He smiled when he opened his eyes this time. However, when
Angela tried to kiss down his body again, he pushed her back
whispering, "It's my turn." Slowly, he kissed down her body, stopping
briefly to tease her hard nipples before he moved lower.

Angela screamed as Mac's mouth covered her still sensitive hole. It
took only a few minutes for her to begin to climax again. His mouth
was everywhere on her at once, sucking and licking until she had to
pull his head to her pulsing clit.

Mac smiled and sucked the large bump into his mouth, gently nibbling
on it with his teeth. He was almost smothered as she pulled his face
tightly into her squirming crotch.

Angela almost lost consciousness as her body trembled in pleasure.
When her climax was over, she pulled Mac around until his penis was at
her mouth in a 69 position. As she sucked him into her mouth, she
sighed contentedly.

It was a warm and comfortable coupling this time. The passion was
still there but the immediate need was gone. They lovingly sucked each
other for a long, long time, until they climaxed and then fell into an
exhausted sleep, both mouths at the other's groin.

Chapter 12

When Mac awoke in the morning, he was lying with his head toward the
foot of the bed. The bed was a mess, with the covers and sheets
crumpled. The room smelled like sex. As his eyes focused, he saw that
he was alone. However, he could still smell and taste Angela on his
lips. His penis was pulsing already. He shook his head and stood up.
There was a moment of dizziness before he got his balance and
staggered to the bathroom for a shower. He looked at the clock and saw
that it was almost 8:30. He had overslept again.

Mac came downstairs to the kitchen, refreshed after a long shower. He
could smell fresh coffee and blueberry pancakes.

Angela was humming as she stood at the counter cooking breakfast. Tess
was apparently not out of bed yet. The curtains were closed this time
but the morning breeze coming through the broken windows made them
sway gently.

Mac stood in the doorway and looked at the pretty woman. Her hair was
still messed up. She wasn't wearing any makeup and she had on an old
housedress. However, he had never seen her look more beautiful. She
was glowing.

Angela sensed Mac in the doorway and turned around to smile at him.
"Have a seat, breakfast will be ready in a minute."

Mac walked over and silently stood behind Angela. Then, he wrapped his
arms around her waist, kissing her neck.

She shivered and leaned back into him. 

Mac felt his penis growing, so he backed away and took a seat at the
table. He hadn't yet had the opportunity to assess what had happened
last night. While he knew it was wrong, he resolved himself to the
fact that he couldn't deny his attraction for her. Or, for that matter
her daughter. That bothered him but he knew that there wasn't much he
could do about it anymore; he knew that he was madly in love with
Angela and probably had been for years. However, Tess was another
matter. There was something there as well but it might have just been
her youth and enthusiasm. He knew that he was still in a very
dangerous situation.

"Where's Tess?" he asked.

"She went shopping with a couple of the officers. The stuff you forgot
to get yesterday," Angela said as she walked over with a stack of
pancakes. She placed the plate in front of him and then poured him a
cup of hot coffee.

"Sorry," he said for not getting her supplies. Then he thought of the
grizzly cops going to the market with the young girl. "Those guys went
shopping with her?" Mac asked in disbelief.

"They didn't seem to mind. Especially with those little yellow short
shorts Tess was wearing," Angela said with a laugh.

"Oh," Mac said as the vision of Tess's tight buttocks covered in a
pair of skintight shorts flashed into his mind. He felt twitching in
his pants and knew he had better think of something else. "Aren't you
going to eat?" Mac asked as he watched Angela sit down next to him
without a plate in front of her.

"I already did."

Mac began to eat like a starved man. He looked up and saw Angela
staring at him. "You're staring," he said.

"I know. I just like to watch my hero."

"Angela," Mac said, his face turning red with embarrassment. He put
down his fork. He sighed. "Angela, you... Tess and I... God, this is so
crazy." Mac wasn't sure what he was going to say. He felt like he
should tell her about Tess. Yet, he was worried about her reaction.
How do you tell a mother that you have had oral sex with her daughter?
Then again, maybe she already knew.

Angela knew what he was thinking. "Eat!" she said like it was an
order.

Mac began to eat again. When he had cleaned his plate of the second
helping, he sat back and looked at Angela again. He watched her get up
from her chair and walk over to him. Then she turned to the side and
sat on his lap as their lips came together. Almost immediately, he
could feel himself getting hard.

Angela felt it and smiled. Then her face turned serious. "Mac, Tess
and I are very close. There aren't many secrets we keep from each
other."

Mac was about to ask what that meant but her lips captured his again.
Her buttocks began to squirm on his lap.

Suddenly, Angela turned and straddled Mac, facing him. Then she lifted
her body up, pulled her housedress up and pulled his zipper down.

Mac moaned in protest, turning to look at the door as if someone were
about to come in.

"They'll be gone for several more hours," Angela said as she freed his
throbbing penis. Then she casually slipped her housedress up to her
waist and spread her legs above him.

"What about Mrs. Greeley?"

"She has the day off. Now shush!" 

They both watched as she positioned his penis at her already wet hole
and then let it slip inside slightly. She placed her hands on his
shoulders and looked into his eyes. Slowly, she let her weight slip
downward. Her eyes stared into his until they had to close in pleasure
as inch after inch of the large shaft slipped into her body. It felt
just as good as it had last night, she thought as the head stretched
her walls until it hit bottom. Angela's dress slipped down to cover
their joined bodies.

Mac moaned as he felt her warmth surround him. All of her weight was
centered on his buried penis.

Angela's arms wrapped around his neck and her head went to his
shoulder as her soft breasts pressed to his chest. They stayed like
that for a long time, feeling each other's hearts beating.

Mac could feel Angela's tight vagina pulsing on his penis and her
breasts moving up and down gently with her breathing. He shivered as
her lips went to his ear and her tongue began to make little circles.
Then she blew warm air on his wet skin.

"I've... never... had anything... so deep," Angela whispered into his ear,
finding it difficult to talk.

Mac wanted her to move on him but yet he didn't want to end the
closeness he was feeling at that moment.

Finally, Angela lifted up slowly until he was almost out of her. Then,
she lifted her dress so that they could both see his penis stretching
her hole. Her thick juice, combined with the remaining sperm from last
night, was running down the shaft. Mac moaned as she then dropped back
down, taking him all the way inside again. She did this several times,
drawing out the pleasure as the stretched walls of her vagina squeezed
the wide penis.

Then Angela moaned and began to move up and down at a steady pace.

Mac sat back and allowed Angela to do all the work. His hands rested
gently on her hips, letting her control the action. After several
climaxes last night, Mac knew that he could hold out for a long time.
However, he could tell Angela couldn't wait very long. Within minutes,
he could feel her begin to tense. Little whimpers came from her lips
as she suddenly began to climax.

Now Angela was bouncing up and down, throwing her head from side to
side, her hair flipping across her face. It was almost as if each
thrust brought on another climax as her vagina pulsed in pleasure. She
climaxed over and over until she reached the stage of exhaustion.

A smile came to Mac's lips as he watched the beautiful woman pleasure
herself. He knew that he was very much a part of it but it seemed that
she was lost in her own sensual world.

When Angela opened her eyes and saw Mac's smiling face she felt a
moment of embarrassment at losing control. Slowly she stood up,
causing Mac to groan as his wet and shiny penis slipped from her. She
reached around behind her and pushed the plates and silverware to the
side, turning over a glass in her haste. Then she moved back and lay
on the table. She reached down and pulled her housedress up, spreading
her legs. "Fuck me Mac," she ordered.

The smile left Mac's face as he looked at her swollen and very wet
vagina. He stood up and moved forward, his penis throbbing. He placed
the head at her stretched hole, sliding easily inside. Now, it was his
turn to take pleasure. Immediately, he began to move his hips in and
out quickly, making the table slide across the tile and rattling the
dishes.

"That's it, that's it!" Angela moaned as the pace grew until Mac was
pounding into her. Plates rattled and silverware fell off of the
table.

By the time Mac was ready to climax, he has pushed the table several
feet across the floor with his violent thrusts. However, Angela didn't
seem to mind. She took everything he had and moaned for more.

Mac didn't know where he was getting all the sperm but he felt like he
was twenty again as he came inside her, filling her until it
overflowed and dripped to the table.

Angela climaxed one final time as her body was filled with Mac's sweet
sperm.

Chapter 13

Mac and Angela spent the rest of the day relaxing around the house. He
even agreed to let them use the pool. He felt that it was safe enough
to go outside and lounge around the pool because he figured that with
the cops crawling around the place someone would have to be a fool to
try something. However, he still kept a wary eye out for anything
suspicious.

Although it was a relaxing day and Mac was completely satisfied, the
sight of Angela coming out of the house in a skimpy string bikini
brought on a renewed feeling of excitement. If Tess had not come home
when she did, he might have taken her again right there on a pool
chair. However, it wasn't only Angela that brought on that feeling of
excitement. Tess too had come out in a very skimpy string bikini.

Suddenly, Mac was trying to control his excitement again. Whichever
way he turned, he saw swelling breasts and bare ass cheeks. He truly
couldn't decide which one of the two women looked the best. Tess was
young and her body was tight and sexy. However, Angela had a maturity
that Mac loved. She had a few more pounds on her than Tess did but it
only added to her sensuality. It was interesting to Mac that there
didn't seem to be any competition between the two women. They acted
more like sisters than mother and daughter. Mac watched them laugh and
talk, several times huddling together and giggling. He wondered if
they were talking about him.

He would have been very surprised if he had heard their conversation.

Tess tried to get Mac to get into the pool with her. However, he
deferred, preferring to sit with Angela. As the two of them watched
Tess swim, Angela reached over and grasped his hand. She squeezed it
and Mac squeezed back.

Suddenly, Mac had a flash of guilt. He felt too good to be sitting at
his friend's house holding his wife's hand. Yet, there was also a
feeling of comfort, something he hadn't experienced since his wife had
died.

When Mac saw Tess getting out of the pool, he pulled his hand abruptly
away from Angela. He watched the sexy young girl walk over to them.
Her tiny suit (or what there was of it) was dripping water. Her
breasts jiggled as she walked and the tiny patches of cloth strained
to hold her breasts inside. Then Mac gasped. The small strip of
material at her crotch had slipped to the side, baring one smoothly
shaven and fat outer lip. He could even see the little tattoo. Mac
turned to the side and looked at Angela but fortunately she had her
eyes closed.

Tess smiled as she walked toward Mac. It was no accident that the
material has slipped between her lips. She could feel the seam rubbing
her with each step. She walked over and stopped above Mac. She leaned
over and giggled as the cool water dripped onto Mac's stomach and
crotch. Then she quickly turned around and sat in his lap.

"I'll fix us some lunch," Angela said, abruptly getting up and walking
toward the house.

Mac watched Angela's sexy bare ass as she walked away and his
excitement grew. Then, he glanced down at Tess's exposed crotch.

Tess saw his eyes and looked down. Then she smiled and reached down as
if to fix her suit. However, she grasped the material and pulled the
other side into her slit. Now, both fat outer lips were totally
exposed, separated by the material running up the middle. "Is that
better?" Tess giggled.

"Tess!" Mac gasped as the young girl began to squirm on his lap.

Tess felt his penis throbbing under her ass and smiled. Then she
reached between her legs and touched the swollen shaft under his
shorts. She saw Mac's look of total shock. "I haven't thanked you for
saving Mom and I." Then she turned and pressed her breasts to him as
her lips captured his. Her hips squirmed on his lap and her bare ass
cheeks massaged his tightly confined penis.

Mac moaned. He wanted to pull away but her squirming ass and soft
breasts made him hesitate. He opened his mouth, letting her tongue
enter. Another moan came from deep in his throat. Within seconds, both
of them were breathing hard.

"Mmmm... Mmmm..." Angela said, clearing her throat.

Mac pulled his lips away from Tess like he had been burned and
abruptly pushed her from his lap. He looked at Angela standing with a
couple of glasses of iced tea and a smile on her face.

"I thought you might like some tea," she said, looking at Mac's tented
shorts. Another little smile appeared at the corners of her mouth.
Then she looked at Tess. She had a scowl on her face at being
interrupted. Paybacks are hell! she thought and smiled sweetly at her
daughter.

"Uh... thanks!" Mac said, his face turning red with embarrassment as he
reached for the glass Angela held out to him.

The rest of the afternoon was difficult for Mac. Both women seemed to
be teasing him to distraction. At one point, when Tess was in the
house, Angela turned to her side, facing him. He watched as she
slipped her hand inside her bikini top and freed one large breast. Mac
watched in amazement as she played with the nipple, pinching it and
pulling the hard tip. She kept it up until Tess came back outside.
Then, she casually slipped it under the cloth again like nothing had
happened.

Then, when Angela was inside, Tess took a seat across from Mac. She
lifted her legs and let them hang across the arms of the lawn chair.

Mac watched in total amazement as she pulled the crotch of her bikini
aside and began to play with herself. She showed no modesty or
embarrassment at her wanton display.

Fortunately, Angela returned before Mac went completely mad.

Later, Mac was relieved when Angela suggested that they all go out to
dinner.

*****

Angela and Tess were both dressed in tight, short dresses when they
came downstairs that evening. Mac whistled and complimented them on
their choice of clothes. He had arranged for one of the policemen to
drive them to his favorite Italian restaurant where they had a
pleasant meal with a couple of bottles of wine.

On the ride home, he and the two women sat in the back. Both women
snuggled next to him, each of them placing a hand gently on his thigh
with his arms around their shoulders. As they rode quietly, he
suddenly felt Tess's hand moving higher. He squirmed, trying to
dissuade her from what he thought she was going to do. Inch by inch it
drew closer to his now lengthening penis. Angela had her head on his
shoulder and seemed to be asleep. He almost gasped as Tess's little
finger touched the head of his penis. Suddenly, his pants grew very
tight as his penis hardened. The position forced it to crawl down his
leg.

Tess almost giggled as she rubbed her little finger over the swollen
head. She could feel wetness under her finger already. It was dark in
the back of the squad car so she couldn't see very well but she was
sure that a spot was forming on his pants.

Angela pretended to be asleep as she watched her daughter excite Mac.
It took all of her willpower not to reach down and join her. However,
it was Tess's night, so she contented herself with watching.

Although Mac was pretty sure that Angela knew some, if not all, of
what he and Tess had done, he was nonetheless petrified. Now, he
wished that he had taken his jacket off. At least he would be able to
cover his excitement.

It was an excruciatingly slow ride home for Mac. 

Tess was relentless as she continued to use her little finger to tease
him. She did it gently, just passing the tip over the now swollen head
and sliding it down the drooling slit.

Mac was sure that there was a wet spot on his pants but was afraid to
look down. Instead he stared forward, chastising himself for not
wearing underwear.

Soon, Tess had the head so wet that his pants were almost transparent
and clearly outlining the crown.

Mac was relieved when they arrived home. He quickly stripped off his
jacket to hide his obvious erection and the large wet circle on his
pants.

As soon as they were inside the house, Angela and Tess said they were
tired, kissed Mac good night and went to their rooms.

Mac was more than a little disappointed and incredibly frustrated when
Angela didn't give any indication that she wanted a replay of the
morning's activity. Then he figured that she was putting on a show for
Tess and that she would come back later. He hoped that she would hurry
or he would have to take matters into his own hands.

It was after midnight and Mac was still awake when he heard the
doorknob turn. He smiled. Slowly, the door opened and Mac strained his
eyes in the dark. He groaned quietly when he saw that it was Tess and
not Angela. Still, his heart began to beat rapidly.

Tess walked over to the bed, wearing a sexy silk kimono. She stopped
at the edge of the bed, looking down at Mac. She untied the belt that
held the robe closed and let it drop to the floor, leaving her naked.

"Tess, you shouldn't be here. Your mother..."

"Don't worry about Mom," she interrupted. "She won't bother us," she
said as she reached down and lifted the blanket. "It's my turn to
thank you."

Her turn, Mac thought. What does that mean? 

Mac was nude as usual. He felt powerless to stop Tess as she pulled
the blanket down until his entire body was exposed. His penis was hard
and throbbing, giving away his excitement.

"God... I love your cock," Tess said obscenely as she stared at the
large penis. Then she crawled onto the bed and pressed her naked body
to Mac.

Mac didn't protest when Tess brought her lips to his. Nor did he
protest when she pulled him toward her and reached for his hand. He
let her direct it between her legs. A little moan escaped both of
their mouths as his fingers found her very wet vagina. Almost by
instinct, Mac slipped his finger between the swollen lips and into her
body.

"Ohhhhh!!!" Tess moaned and began to move her hips up and down as she
felt Mac's finger working inside her. She leaned to his ear and
hissed, "I need you to fuck me."

Those were the exact words that Angela had spoken last night, Mac
thought. He started to protest but then gasped as Tess's hand wrapped
around his penis.

"Let me suck it for a minute," Tess said and quickly moved her mouth
toward the throbbing penis.

"Ohhhhhh!!!" It was Mac's turn to moan as the young girl's mouth
covered him. His hips began to move up and down as she used her
talented mouth to pleasure him. Then, he groaned again as her throat
opened and took him deep. Mac could feel the head throb in her throat
as her tongue came out to tickle his balls.

By the time Tess pulled her lips from Mac, he was ready for anything.
He watched as Tess stood up on the bed and straddled him. With both
feet planted on either side of his hips, she lowered herself until the
tip of his penis touched her swollen lips.

Tess gasped as she placed the head just inside her lips. She
hesitated, moving her hips in little circles, letting her juice begin
to coat the head. She looked at Mac with her eyes wide with excitement
and a little fear.

Mac watched with growing excitement as she let the head slip inside
until the tight lips were wrapped around the sensitive skin, just
below the crown. Mac held his breath as he waited. Strangely, he
wondered if she would feel different from her mother.

Tess looked at Mac, her thighs beginning to quiver as she held her
position. "Uncle Mac... there's... there's something you should know,"
Tess said gasping for breath. She paused, took a deep breath and then
said, "I'm a virgin!" Before Mac could react, Tess let her weight
settle down. "Ahhhhhh!!!" she screamed as the large shaft slipped into
her virgin hole. It was exquisite pain for Tess. She had fantasized
about this moment with Mac since she first realized what sex was all
about. She had waited for him, hoping that he would come back someday.
In her wildest imagination she could never have dreamed that it would
come true. Yet, here she was with half the length of Mac's penis
inside her. It was a little painful but the feeling of pleasure was
beyond her wildest imagination.

Mac felt like he was going to pass out from a combination of the shock
of her revelation and the incredible tightness enveloping him. There
was nothing he could do now, he thought. He closed his eyes in
surrender and moaned.

Tess took a deep breath and pushed down. "Ahhhhh!!!" she hissed as the
large shaft slipped two more inches inside her. Now she was breathing
hard, almost gasping for breath. She had to have it all. Then she
pushed again and screamed as the last several inches went into her.
"Oh God, oh God oh God!!!" she gasped incoherently as her body began
to tremble. Her hands fell to his chest to steady herself. Her head
was down and her hair fell over her face.

It felt like the skin on Mac's penis was being stripped off. Yet, the
pleasure was incredible. Amazingly, he had never had a virgin before
in his life. In the back of his mind, he worried that he could hurt
her so he quickly decided to let Tess control the action. It seemed
that that was what she wanted anyway.

Tess opened her eyes and looked down at Mac with pride on her face.
There were tears on her cheeks but still she smiled. She could feel
the curly hair of Mac's groin tickling the outer lips of her vagina
and knew that she had him all the way inside her.

Mac closed his eyes, breathing hard. He waited for Tess. Waited for
her to begin to move. It seemed like it was a long time but it was
probably only a minute or two until Tess began to slowly lift up.

She gasped as the long shaft slipped half way out of her. And then,
she moved higher, continuing upward until only the head was left
inside. A second later she pushed down slowly, a long drawn out moan
escaping her lips. Suddenly, Tess was gasping and moaning, "Ohhhhh...
Ohhhhh... Ohhhhh!!!"

Mac opened his eyes and watched his long shaft come out of Tess. He
wondered how Tess had taken his entire shaft into her tight hole. She
seemed far too small to take all of him. Then, he had to close his
eyes in pleasure as she slipped down again. This time it went in
easily and all the way to the bottom in one smooth movement.

Tess sighed with relief as her vagina adjusted to the width and length
of the shaft. She began to move up and down slowly, but with purpose.
Each thrust became smoother until she could move with ease. Suddenly,
Tess was bouncing up and down on the large penis. "Oh God! Oh God! Oh,
oh, Ohhhhh!!!" she moaned in pleasure, her head thrown back and her
eyes closed.

The bed began to squeak as Mac thrust upward, now forcing himself into
the young girl. He was rapidly reaching the point of no return when a
thought crossed his mind. God, what if she isn't on birth control?
Suddenly, Mac felt panic. "Tess!" he moaned as his balls started to
churn.

Tess had been in a world of her own until she heard Mac yell her name.
She opened her eyes and saw his panic. She knew why right away. "It's...
it's okay," she gasped. "I've... I've... been on the pill since I was 16."

Mac sighed with relief and reached for her hips. He pulled her down
and pushed upward, forcing himself even deeper into her willing hole.

Suddenly, Tess began to tremble. The thought of Mac cumming in her was
too much and she began to climax. "Ohhhhhh Goddddd!!! I'm cumming,"
she screamed and sat down hard on the thrusting shaft.

Mac tried to hold out for as long as he could, letting her take her
pleasure. However, it was a very difficult task. Suddenly, he felt his
balls tighten. He screamed in pleasure as a tremendous climax overtook
him. His balls pulled tight to his groin, forcing his steaming cum up
the shaft and into the young girl's willing cavern, filling her with
his potent sperm.

Tess had just begun to come down from her climax when she felt her
vagina being filled for the first time in her life. The thought of all
his potent sperm in her no longer virgin hole was too much for her.
She started to climax again, her vagina squeezing the throbbing shaft
and forcing more cum into her. Each squeeze of her vagina seemed to
suck more juice from him.

Mac shivered and bucked until finally he was drained. 

Tess fell forward onto his chest, gasping for breath. Then she pulled
back and kissed Mac's lips softly. "Thank you," she whispered.

Mac didn't respond. What could he say now that he had made love to
both the wife and daughter of his closest friend.

A few minutes later, they were both asleep.

It was about three in the morning when Mac awoke. He found himself
snuggled against Tess in a spoon fashion. His hand was over her body
and lying on her soft breast. He closed his hand and squeezed her soft
tit flesh. Almost immediately, he felt his penis begin to harden.

The movement awakened Tess. She opened her eyes sleepily and smiled.
She could feel Mac's penis growing between her legs. With a quiet
sigh, she opened her legs allowing Mac to slide easily into her still
saturated hole. Within seconds she was pushing her ass back at him,
forcing his penis deep into her.

Mac was groaning quietly, as Tess's wet sex lips massaged his penis.
It was a gentle coupling at first. Soon though their hips were
slapping together and the bed was squeaking loudly. It took a long
time before Tess moaned that she was going to cum. Mac followed close
behind her, emptying his balls for the second time into her still
tight hole.

Mac was asleep in minutes and never heard Tess whisper, "I love you."

*****

Mac woke up early the following morning. He looked over and saw Tess
sleeping beside him. She was sleeping peacefully and looked beautiful.
He could see his cum still running from her used vagina. His penis and
pubic hair were sticky and coated with both of their juices. It was a
visual testimony to their frenzied lovemaking. Suddenly, a feeling of
dread overcame him. What a mess I've created for myself, he thought as
he quietly got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He noticed that
Angela's door was closed so he thought she was probably sleeping in. A
shower should make things seem better he thought.

Angela walked up the stairs and to Mac's door. She raised her hand to
knock when Mac came out of the bathroom behind her with a towel
wrapped around his waist. "Good morning," she said with a smile as she
walked over to him.

"Uh... good morning," Mac responded, letting Angela step into his
embrace. He didn't resist when she brought her lips to his.

"Did you have a good night?" Angela asked, sliding her hand down and
under the towel to capture his flaccid penis.

"Uh... uh... yes," Mac stuttered. Amazingly, he began to harden. He had a
sudden fear that these two women would cause his demise.

"Well, breakfast is about ready." Angela kissed him quickly again,
letting his now hard penis go with another gentle squeeze, and turned
to walk away. As she walked down the hall, she passed Tess's bedroom
and started to go down the stairs. She stopped and turned to Mac and
said, "Please let Tess know that breakfast is ready."

Mac opened his mouth to answer but she was gone. He wondered if Angela
knew that her daughter was lying naked in his bed with buckets of cum
running from her deflowered vagina. A moan of remorse escaped his
lips.

Chapter 14

Angela had set breakfast up on the outside deck. It was a beautiful
and sunny morning with a gentle breeze blowing across the tops of the
trees.

Mac came outside and saw Angela sitting at the table. He smiled and
took a seat. A minute later, Tess came outside.

"Good morning," she said. She was wearing the same sexy kimono that
she had worn last night. It barely covered her crotch.

Even if Mac hadn't known what happened last night, he would have
recognized that Tess had that "well fucked" look. Her hair was a mess
and her makeup was smeared. Additionally, she had a dreamy look in her
eyes. Neither Angela nor Mac saw that she still had his cum running
out of her vagina. She knew that she had to clean up soon but she
wanted to delay it as long as possible. It was amazing to her how sexy
it felt to have a lover's cum running out of her. Some girls at school
hated it, but she didn't.

The two women began to talk about what they wanted to do for the day.
They agreed that it might be a good day to go down to the courthouse
and see Jason, since the trial should be ending soon.

Mac liked the idea, as it would get them out of the house. He was
almost afraid to spend another day in the house alone with them. They
agreed to leave in an hour.

However, before they left the house, the telephone rang. Mac was
coming down the stairs when he heard Angela scream. He rushed over and
caught her before she collapsed. She dropped the telephone and Mac
helped her to a chair. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"They... they said, Jason collapsed at the courthouse. He just finished
ruling on the case when he went into his chambers. They found him on
the floor a few minutes later and rushed him to the hospital," Angela
gasped, tears pouring from her eyes.

"All right, let's get Tess."

The three of them rushed to the hospital. As they walked toward
Jason's room, they saw the doctor coming toward them. His face was
somber.

"How's Jason?" Angela asked with dread in her voice. 

The doctor slowly shook his head and said, "Not so good. He's in and
out of consciousness right now. But, he knew a couple of weeks ago
that his time was close. I recommended that he not take this case. But
you know the Judge; he insisted that he was well enough to do it. I
don't think he can last much longer."

"Oh God!" Tess and Angela exclaimed at the same time. Then, they
turned and hugged each other, sobbing.

Mac stood by helplessly, trying to hold back his own tears. 

"Can we see him?" Angela asked wiping tears from her eyes.

"Certainly, his room number is 202."

The three of them rushed down the hall and to his room. When they
walked in, they saw Jason lying on the bed with an oxygen mask on his
face. He looked pale and his eyes were closed.

Angela and Tess rushed over and bent over him but he didn't respond.
Mac stood behind them with a worried look on his face.

After an hour or so, Mac went outside the room and looked for the
doctor. He asked him more about the prognosis or if there was anything
else that could be done. The doctor said it would be an hour-to-hour
thing and that there wasn't much they could do for him except make him
comfortable. Mac thanked the doctor and went back to the room. When he
entered, he saw that Jason was awake and talking with great difficulty
to Tess and Angela. They held his hand and tried to make out his
words.

For most of the day, Jason went in and out of consciousness. Someone
stayed with him at all times.

It was while Angela and Tess went to get something to eat that Jason
became lucid again.

"Mac," he whispered from behind the mask.

Mac looked up from the magazine he was reading. "I'm here," he said
grabbing his hand. He was surprised that the Judge recognized him.

"Mac... I... want... to thank you again," he gasped. 

"You don't need to thank me Judge."

"You... you... saved my family. I... know that... that I can never... repay
you," he hissed through the mask.

"Judge, I don't deserve your thanks," Mac said, ready to come clean
about what he had been doing.

"Mac... I... know... I know what's... what's been going on. Angela... Angela has
been telling me."

"God," Mac whispered and dropped his head to his chest in shame.

The Judge pulled the oxygen mask from his face. "I... gasp... I... told you
before Mac, it's okay. Angela... Angela and I have... an agreement. It... it
was us... that... gasp... deceived you."

"What?" Mac asked thinking that he hadn't heard him right.

"It... it was the... gasp... only way to get you to..."

Mac couldn't make out all of his words. However, he knew what he was
talking about.

"I didn't count... gasp... on Tess. She... she's so... much like... gasp... her
mother. It's... not important now Mac. I want... I want... gasp... you to...
gasp... promise me something."

"What is it? I'll do anything."

"Take... take care of... them Mac. Don't leave them. You... you know that I
trust you. They're... gasp... going to... need someone. Promise me... gasp...
Mac."

"I promise," Mac said with tears streaming down his cheeks. He watched
the Judge struggling for each breath and pushed the mask back on his
face. When his eyes closed, Mac rushed out into the hall and saw
Angela and Tess coming back. He waved them toward the room. All three
of them rushed in, but it was too late. Angela rushed to his side and
grasped his hand. He opened his eyes weakly. She felt him squeeze her
hand in return and then his eyes closed and he took his last breath.

Angela, Tess and Mac broke into tears. "Did he say anything?" Angela
asked, deeply saddened that she hadn't come back earlier.

"He said he loved you and Tess more than anything in the world," Mac
said through his tears. It wasn't his exact words but it was what he
meant, Mac thought as he squeezed the Judge's hand one last time.

*****

Before the end of the day, friends and relatives were coming from all
across the country. Some of them were going to take hotel rooms but a
few were to stay at Angela's house.

Mac volunteered to give up his room but Angela would have none of
that. She insisted that she would have plenty of room with the extra
bedrooms, family room, and living room.

The funeral was three days later. However, it wasn't a sad affair. The
Judge had made a lot of good friends over the years and everyone
wanted to celebrate his life and not mourn his death. He had been a
good man and had left the world a better place. Though there were many
tears, there just as many smiles.

It took another couple of days for the guests to leave. Mac had stayed
out of sight as much as possible. He busied himself with collecting
his equipment and packing his clothes. It was a difficult time for
him. While he had promised the Judge that he would take care of Angela
and Tess, he wasn't sure what that really meant. Besides, he didn't
want to have to decide between the two women.

When everyone was gone and it was finally quiet in the house, Angela
came upstairs. She knocked on Mac's door and opened it quietly.

Mac looked up and gave her a weak smile as he packed a suitcase.

"Mac, please don't go," Angela said as she rushed into the room and
sat on the bed next to him. She grasped his hand.

"Angela, I... I... I don't know what to do," he said, sitting down next to
her. "I promised the Judge that I would take care of you and Tess.
But... but, I don't know if I can stay here. You and Tess are the most
important people in my life... but... Damn, I've made a mess of things."

"You haven't made a mess of anything Mac, it was all a plan. Me, Tess
and Jason, we..." She stopped and looked at Mac. "I'm the one that's
made a mess of things," Angela said as tears began to fall. "Please
stay with us," Angela pleaded and fell into Mac's arms sobbing.

"But... but, I... I can't choose between you and..."

"You don't have to choose," Angela said, interrupting him. Then she
stood up and pulled Mac to his feet. She wrapped her arms around him
and brought her lips to his.

Almost immediately Mac felt excitement overshadow his confusion. He
moaned as their tongues dueled in each other's mouths.

When Angela pulled away, she reached for Mac's hand and led him out of
the room. He followed as she walked him down the hall and into her
bedroom.

Mac stood motionless as Angela began to unbutton his shirt. He waited
as she stripped his shirt and then went to her knees in front of him.
Within a second, his pants and shorts were being pulled off his feet.
When he was completely naked, Angela looked up at him and smiled.
Without a word, she grasped his already hard penis and brought it to
her mouth.

Angela groaned as she sucked his penis. She wrapped her arms around
him and pulled him into her. God, how I love sucking him! she thought
as his sweet taste consumed her.

When Mac's legs became weak, he stepped back and sat heavily onto the
bed. Angela didn't miss a beat and kept his penis in her mouth.

Mac grasped her head and moved it gently up and down on him. He saw
pleasure on her face as he slid in and out of her loving mouth.
Finally, he pulled her head up, his penis coming out of her mouth with
a pop. Then he lifted her until they were lying side by side on the
bed. "Angela... I love you," Mac whispered.

"Oh God Mac, I love you too," she answered and their lips went
together again.

Mac stripped Angela's clothes from her and sat back. He would never
get tired of looking at her body. He bent his head and took one tit
into his mouth and caressed the other one as he sucked the hard
nipple.

Angela moaned and pulled his head tightly to her breast. She loved the
way he was sucking her nipples but she needed him in her. It had been
several long days and she couldn't wait any longer. "God Mac, fuck
me!" she hissed.

He didn't have to be told twice. Mac slipped between her legs and
brought his throbbing penis to her wet vagina. "Oh God," he moaned as
he slid into her warm cavern. Soon, they were moving in unison.
Although they had only had intercourse several times, they moved as if
they knew what the other wanted. Within minutes the room was filled
with their moans and the slapping sound of their bodies working
together.

Tess stood quietly outside the bedroom door. She had her nightgown
pulled up as she listened to her mother and Mac make love. Her vagina
was already dripping juice down her legs. She could barely wait for
her turn. She wanted to rush in there but her Mom had told her to
wait.

Angela screamed as a climax ripped through her body. She pulled Mac
into her, wanting him to cum with her. When she felt him tense and
begin to squirt his sperm into her, she moaned again, her legs
wrapping around his waist to hold him deep inside.

A short while later, Mac was still basking in the afterglow of
satisfaction when he heard the bedroom door open. He turned and saw
Tess coming into the room. He looked to his side in panic and saw that
Angela was on her side facing away from him and apparently asleep.
Then he turned back and watched as Tess let her nightgown fall to the
floor. His eyes were opened wide in shock as she walked over and
crawled into bed beside him. "Tess..." he whispered in thinly disguised
panic.

"Shhhhh...!" she answered as her arms wrapped around him. In spite of
his shock and fear, Mac's penis came to attention as soon as the young
girl's body was pressed to him.

Angela lay on her side with her eyes open and a smile on her face. She
could hear the two lovers next to her kissing. She waited until she
felt them moving into position before she turned over.

Mac couldn't have stopped if he wanted to at that point. He let Tess
pull him between her legs and his penis slipped into her already very
wet hole. When he felt her legs wrap around his waist and pull him
down, he turned and saw Angela smiling at them. A moan escaped his
lips but Tess cut off the sound with her lips. As he began to move in
and out, he felt Angela's hand reach out to lovingly caress his back,
then slip slowly downward. When her fingers reached the crack of his
ass, he moaned. Then, it slid over his cheeks and down. Suddenly, he
could feel her hand cupping his squirming testicles. That was enough
to send him over the top and he groaned loudly as he poured his sperm
into one of the two women he loved.

The End 
Hearts on Fire
by rgjohn (C) Chapter 1

Samantha Edwards rushed from her car to the administrative building as
the rain poured from the sky. She held her briefcase over her head
with one hand in a useless attempt to keep her hair dry, as she
struggled to hold books and papers in the other. It was another damp,
cold, and dreary day in the northeast. The kind of day you would
expect in mid-November in this section of the world. However, Samantha
was a southern girl, used to sunny skies and warmer climates.

The click of her high heels on the tile floor echoed up and down the
long hallway as she hurried to the administration offices. She was
late already. Today was the last day to get mid-term grades submitted
and she didn't want to hear all the grief she would take if she missed
the deadline. Hopefully it would only take a couple of minutes and she
could still make her 9 o'clock English class on time.

Samantha sighed as she passed the ladies room and then stopped. It was
going to make her later but she had to fix her hair. It was a mess
after being doused with the cold rain. If she could have remembered
where she had left her umbrella it wouldn't have been so bad.
Unfortunately it seemed that she was always misplacing something these
days. The unwanted vision of the movie "The Absent Minded Professor"
crossed her mind as she rushed into the teacher's lounge, almost
knocking over a fellow teacher in her haste.

A little moan escaped her lips when she looked into the mirror. All
her work had been for nothing. Her shoulder length sandy blond hair
was hanging in wet, curly strands now, dripping water down her cheeks.
And her hair had looked so good when she left home a few minutes ago.
A sigh of frustration escaped her lips as she tried her best to fluff
it up. It was useless. Finally, she gave up and leaned toward the
mirror to fix her makeup.

The woman in the mirror staring back at Samantha was pretty and just
over the dreaded 30th birthday. She had gray/green eyes that could
dazzle men and women alike. People often said that she looked a lot
like Nicole Kiddman, with her curly hair and creamy white complexion.
Yet Sam was one of those women that didn't realize how pretty she is.
She thought she was too tall at 5' 8", too heavy at 125, and that her
facial features were too angular to be pretty. Besides, she didn't
have a lot of time to worry about her appearance these days.

Another sigh escaped the harried woman as she fumbled in her purse,
searching for her lipstick.

She never had enough time for herself anymore and her life seemed to
be out of control. Suddenly, she stopped and stared at her reflection
in the mirror. She wondered how her life had become so hectic. It
seemed that there was a constant succession of classes, dinner
parties, social obligations, and studying to keep up with her
profession. Maybe it was just the pressure of being a newly appointed
assistant professor, she thought. She knew that it took a lot of work
in the beginning to get oneself established in a new school.

The academic world wasn't new to her though--she had taught at her
alma mater for several years and had been raised in a family of
teachers. Her mother was an elementary school teacher and her father a
high school principal. Even one of her older brothers was a teacher.
It was only natural that she followed the same path.

Samantha was a southern girl and grew up with her two brothers in a
very traditional and solidly middle class family. Her parents were
very conservative and strict. In fact, Samantha had not been allowed
to wear makeup until she was almost 16. As for dating, well that was a
battle of wills. She was only allowed to date in groups until she was
17. However, like all teenagers, she found ways around the arbitrary
rules.

Dan Edwards, Samantha's father, was a hard working man, if not a
little behind the times and overzealous in his religious beliefs. He
was also very protective of his little girl. At any sign of rebellion
from Samantha he would always say that she would follow his rules as
long as she lived in his house. However, Dan was proud of his daughter
and like all fathers, no one was ever going to be good enough for his
little girl.

Samantha had a will of her own though and found ways to see her
boyfriends without her father knowing. However, because she lived at
home until she finished college, the strict rules often became
contentious.

A smart girl, Samantha graduated with honors and was selected as the
valedictorian of her high school class. After high school, she went to
a large but local college. She was a star student at the University,
deciding to stay after graduation to teach and continue pursuit of a
master's degree in English and then her PHD. It had been hard work and
a long haul, but she persevered. The school eventually noticed her
academic achievements and she was awarded a grant to do research.
Unfortunately she never got the chance to finish her work.

Samantha met her husband-to-be before she finished her graduate work.
He was a professor at the university and twenty years older than she
was. Much to her parents' distress, she had fallen in love and married
soon after she completed her studies. It was her husband's transfer to
the north several years ago that brought the warm blooded southern
girl to the cold northeast.

However, she couldn't say that she regretted her choices up to that
point. She had a good job as associate professor at the school and a
real opportunity to advance to full professor with tenure in a few
years. But, besides being overworked, her biggest problem was that she
had left her family and friends behind and felt somewhat out of place
in the snobbish academic community she was now part of.

Coming to the large university as an associate professor was a
cultural shock for Samantha. She never realized the level of personal
politics that existed in academic circles. It was very different from
her previous experience in teaching. Nor did she anticipate the social
obligations that would befall her in her new role. Now, between her
husband's career (he was in line to become Chancellor) and her
aspirations to become a published writer, she rarely had time for
anything else.

Samantha had always been an outdoor girl, preferring to be out in the
sun rather than cramped up in some library or classroom. While she
loved most water sports, she loved sailing most of all. She missed
being out on the water everyday and although there were great
opportunities to sail where she lived now, the season was far too
short. Besides, she had little time for that with all of the required
duties associated with school and being the future Chancellor's wife.

Still, with all this, she thought that maybe it was the dreary weather
that was making her feel so depressed. She desperately needed
something to cheer her up.

Chapter 2

At least it wasn't snow, Samantha thought as she hurried across the
wet grass and into the student center. She rushed down the hall trying
unsuccessfully to juggle all of her books and papers. Several times
she had to stop and pick up papers as they fell from the folders under
her arm.

Samantha took a deep breath and pushed open the door with her
shoulder, preparing for another long day.

"Alright class, let's get started. I assume that everyone has read the
assignment?" Samantha said as she pulled a pop quiz from her
briefcase. A chorus of moans echoed in the classroom. Sam, as her
friends called her, smiled as she handed out the test papers. Why
should she be the only one feeling down? she thought.

There were about thirty freshman English students in Sam's class. Most
were here because it was a requirement. However, there were several
bright students that truly showed an interest in English and were
planning on making it their major.

One of them was Sally Rogers. She was a pretty, young girl that always
sat in the front of the class. With short strawberry blond hair and a
voluptuous figure, she stood out amongst the unusually young looking
freshman class. Her eyes were a pale blue and would sparkle with
delight when Sam would call on her. She showed no reservations at
being considered the teacher's pet.

Sam thought that Sally was a sweet girl and had immediately taken a
liking to her. However, Sally was different from the other students,
but not just in an academic sense. Sam couldn't quite put her finger
on what the difference was--there was just something in the way her
eyes sparkled when she looked at her.

When Sam sat back down at her desk, she glanced at Sally. As usual,
she had on a rather short skirt and her legs were a little too
carelessly spread. The older woman could see between her legs. Most of
the students wore jeans but Sally seemed to prefer skirts or dresses.

I wonder what color her panties are today? Sam thought and smiled
inwardly. She figured that she knew every pair that the teenager had.
It was a private and unspoken little game that had started soon after
the semester began. Sam didn't know why she let the game go on. She
could have simply ignored the overt display of the young girl's
charms. Yet, invariably, her eyes were drawn to the juncture of her
thighs and she could feel that tingling between her legs and her face
would begin to flush.

Sally smiled as she sensed the teacher's eyes on her legs and
gradually opened them wider, pretending to study the test paper.
However, her heart was racing like it did every time she was around
Sam. It felt so daring to tease the older woman by letting her see her
panties. However, this time she had left her panties off. It was
brazen and bold but she wanted desperately to be noticed by her pretty
teacher and maybe take their relationship to the next level--whatever
that meant.

They must be flesh colored, Sam thought as her eyes were drawn to the
gap between her legs. Then, she almost gasped. It didn't look like she
had any on! Sam felt her face turn hot and she quickly looked down at
the papers on her desk, her hands suddenly trembling. A few minutes
later when she looked back up, she found that Sally still had her legs
open. This time Sam found her eyes staring at the teenager's vagina.
Her heart began to race when she suddenly realized that the young girl
didn't have a trace of pubic hair. The light from the window made it
possible for her to clearly see the young girl's fat outer lips and
the pink inner ones between. Sam couldn't believe the audacity of the
teenager.

Finally, Sam had to look away again as she felt a trickle of sweat on
her brow. Fortunately, Sally finally crossed her legs. Sam almost
sighed with relief and strangely felt a little disappointment. She
couldn't explain why this young girl was having such an affect on her.

In spite of their little game, (or maybe because of it?) Sam liked the
teenager. And, the feeling was apparently mutual. Sally often stopped
by her desk after class to discuss some author or book. The two of
them had a great deal in common and they shared many of the same views
on life and literature. To Sam, Sally seemed much older than eighteen,
with a maturity that was beyond her years. They had gone to lunch
together on several occasions after finding themselves engrossed in a
good-natured debate. They even talked about collaborating on an essay
as part of a contest where the prize was a graduate scholarship for
Sally. While she didn't really need the money, she had said that her
Dad told her that he "Wasn't going to pay for her to go to college
forever", and therefore it would come in handy if she decided to go to
graduate school.

Sally was a northern girl, growing up within a few miles of the
school. She was just a little bit of a tomboy. Just like Sam, she
loved outdoors (winter) sports; particularly snow skiing and riding
snowmobiles. However, while she was very athletic, she was also very
feminine in her appearance and actions. She loved soft and sexy
clothes and quiet evenings by the fire with a good book.

Sally's father was an attorney and was often away from home. However,
she never felt short changed in their relationship. She was always
"Daddy's" girl. He would go out of his way to spend time with her.
They would often go on skiing vacations together. On the other hand,
her mother wasn't into sports but she indulged Sally and her husband's
love.

The family had a cabin in Canada, not far across the US border and
Sally and her father would often sneak away for a long weekend.
However, sometimes, Sally would go there by herself, just to get away.
She loved the mountains. But, other than with her father, she rarely
had anyone to share it with. She had invited Sam to join her on
several occasions but it seemed that her busy schedule never allowed
it. Eventually she had begun to think that she was the reason.
Sometimes she thought that she had gone too far with her teasing of
the older woman.

However, Sam had refused because she wasn't sure that she should get
so close to a student. Besides that, she certainly didn't want any
question with regard to propriety in grading and she didn't think
Sally wanted any special favors either. However, there was another
more subtle reason--the strange feelings that she had whenever she was
alone with the young girl. It wasn't an unpleasant feeling but it was
disturbing nonetheless. Sally hadn't made any overt moves on her. It
was the way she looked at her sometimes and her blatant displays.
Maybe more importantly, it was how little butterflies would begin
churning in her own stomach when she was close to her. Still, she
thought Sally's flirtations were cute and harmless, even if they were
brazen at times.

Sometimes when Sally stopped by her desk, she would wear a blouse that
was open at the neck with too many buttons undone. She would lean over
her desk, on her elbows, and pretend to be looking at something on
Sam's desk. She knew that it was impossible for Sam not to look down
her blouse.

And Sam did look. She had seen all the way to her nipples on several
occasions. She knew that the young girl had creamy smooth breasts with
a little mole several inches from one pink nipple. The view always
brought that unwanted tingling and a flush to her face. She was pretty
certain that Sally had noticed.

Sam wasn't naive and she knew about some women's attraction to other
women. Some of the better literature she had made a career of studying
dealt with the subject of Sapphic love. In fact, she thought that
women who were lesbians wrote some of the greatest pieces of
literature. Still, she couldn't deny that she found the specter of
female/female relationship quite fascinating. Maybe someday she would
have the opportunity to explore that theme--strictly on a professional
basis.

However, on a personal level, Sam never admitted an attraction to
other women. Sure, she looked at other women, especially if they were
pretty, and Sally was very pretty. She convinced herself that the
feelings she had when she was around Sally were natural. In fact, her
understanding of Freud's writings would lead her to believe that every
woman had similar feelings to a greater or lesser degree. Unlike the
relationship that men had with one another, all women felt comfortable
hugging and kissing or sharing emotions. Still she had never discussed
women's relationships with anyone and really had no basis of
comparison. Her only experience with another female was one time when
she was very young and she had played doctor with a school friend.
However, she had rightfully filed that away as adolescence
experimentation with no significance in her adult life. Yet, she could
still remember the feeling of excitement that she had felt that day.
It had never been equaled in any heterosexual relationship she had
ever had. She believed that was because over time memories take on a
life of their own.

When the class was over, all of the students filed out except Sally.
She sat at her desk, still working on the test.

"Sally, are you having trouble with the test?" Sam asked as she looked
at the pretty girl. She was sitting with her legs crossed and her
skirt far up her well-shaped thighs.

"No, not really," she said and smiled nervously at Sam. "I just wanted
to wait until everyone was gone. I... I wanted to ask you something."

"What?" Sam asked, curious as to what was making her so nervous.

"Well, I was planning on going up to... to the cabin this weekend and
was wondering if... if you wanted to join me? Maybe we could start on
that essay."

Sam saw the young girl's face turn red and she looked flustered. 

Then she continued quickly. "I know that you're busy but it would be
great fun. I could even teach you to ski..." she said and her voice
trailed off. Somehow, the girl's normal confident bravado had left
her.

"I'm sorry honey but I have so many things to do this weekend. Larry
is going to be away and I have a million chores."

"I understand," she said sweetly but there was clear disappointment in
her voice and on her face.

Sally got up to leave, packing her books quietly. 

Now Sam felt bad. She had promised to work with her on the essay and
the time was growing short. Maybe it wasn't such a bad idea, she
thought. She could certainly use a little time to refresh her weary
mind and body. "Wait Sally," Sam said. "How far is it to the cabin?"

The young girl's face brightened. "It's about a three hour drive," she
said excitedly. However, she didn't tell her that it was three hours
through the mountains on tiny roads.

"Well, maybe I could go up with you tonight and come back Saturday
night." As soon as she said it, she wished that she hadn't. It was
overstepping the bounds--the imaginary line she had drawn to keep
outside relationships from interfering with her already complicated
life. Still, a sudden chill ran down her spine and she thought, I need
a break, so what would be the harm. Besides, it would just be innocent
fun.

"Really!" Sally practically screamed. "We'll have so much fun. We'll
ski and make snowmen and everything. When can we leave?" Suddenly
Sally was acting more like the teenager that she was. Her face was
beaming with excitement.

Sam smiled at the young girl's enthusiasm. "Give me your cell phone
number and I'll call you after my classes. What do I need to bring?"

"Not much, just a change of clothes for one day. We have everything
else in the cabin. I'm sure there are some ski boots that will fit you
and we have a bunch of snowsuits. This is going to be so much fun,"
she said, her words almost running together in her excitement.

"All right... all right, now get moving or you'll be late for your
class," Sam said to the smiling girl. "And Sally, let's keep this
little trip between you and I. Okay?"

"No problem," Sally said with a smile and then ran her fingers cutely
across her lips as if she were zipping them.

Sam laughed and then she watched her hurry out of the classroom.
Without thinking, she found her eyes following her. The tight skirt
that she had on molded her sexy butt like a second skin.

Suddenly, Sam felt a little chill run down her spine and she shivered
at the thought that she was naked under the skirt. It must be the damn
cold weather! she concluded and tried to focus on her next class. Yet,
her mind kept wandering back to the young girl's spread legs and the
almost obscene view that she had of her bare crotch. She felt her own
sex lips pulse and she squeezed her thighs together.

Chapter 3

Later that evening, when Sam pulled up in front on Sally's house, she
saw her waiting on the front porch with a small suitcase. She smiled
when she saw the young girl's beaming face. Although she had
second-guessed her decision since she had agreed to go, Sally's
enthusiasm made her feel better. Besides, it would be a chance to rest
and get away from the pressure she was feeling--at least for one day.

Sally jumped into the car with a cheery hello, throwing her bag into
the back seat. Then she directed Sam toward the interstate and then to
a two-lane road, heading north.

The two women talked like high school friends as they drove. Sam
barely noticed the time,, or that the road was getting increasingly
narrow. When she did, she realized that they were in the middle of
mountains and it had begun to snow. Instead of being worried, Sam felt
excited, almost exuberant.

"So, where is your family this weekend?" Sam asked.

"Well, my Dad travels a lot and over the past year, we don't come up
here much together anymore. I go by myself occasionally though. But,
unfortunately, not since school started."

"Aren't you afraid of being out in the wilderness alone?"

"No. It's really very comforting. I build a fire and have some wine...
oops soda and ski until my heart's content."

"Well, I'm glad we could do this. I really needed a break," Sam said
glancing at the teenager.

Sally was wearing a pair of tight jeans and a white sweater, which
emphasized her shapely breasts. Normally, she didn't wear something so
tight because of the size of her breasts. However, she knew that Sam
had peeked at them on plenty of occasions and she naughtily wanted to
put them on display. That excited her tremendously.

Sam tried to keep from staring at the younger woman's breasts. She
knew how men often ogled women. Yet, after looking at Sally she knew
why. Although her breasts were large, they were firm without a hint of
sag. She could tell from the way that they bounced as she had gotten
into the car that she was not wearing a bra and from her observation,
rarely did. No panties and no bra; teenagers today! she thought and
shivered. My mother would have killed me.

The time flew by as they chatted about everything from politics to
religion. They stopped once to use a restroom and picked up some
perishables to take to the cabin. After that it took about a half hour
before they reached a small one-lane road that led further into the
mountains. By that time, the snow was coming down heavily.

"Are we almost there?" Sam asked struggling to see through the blowing
snow.

"Yes, it's just a couple more miles."

Soon they saw a log cabin sitting on a small hill with trees almost
hiding it.

"We're here," Sally said excitedly. 

Sam parked the SUV in front and they pulled their bags out and walked
through the snow to the door. Sally found a key under the mat and
opened the door.

"Wow," Sam said as she stepped inside and looked around. It was a
relatively modern cabin with a single large room with a vaulted
ceiling, a loft for the bedroom, a kitchen and one bathroom. There was
a large fireplace dominating one wall and the cabin was furnished with
comfortable but rustic furniture. On one side of the main room was a
staircase that led to the loft where there was a king-sized bed.
Fortunately, the place had electricity and running water. Sam had
begun to wonder about that as they had trekked further into the
wilderness. "This is very nice," Sam said, more than a little
relieved.

"Thank you. Nobody has been here for a couple of months. However, my
Dad said it is well stocked with food and the snowmobiles are all
gassed up. We have everything we need to stay a month."

"I hope we don't have to use it," Sam laughed as she looked out the
window at the falling snow.

Neither of them had listened to the weather or they would have heard
that the area was in for a major blizzard.

"I'll get a fire started and you can take your stuff up to the loft,"
Sally said, taking off her coat.

"Thanks," Sam answered as she took her small suitcase up the stairs.
When she was in the loft, she looked over the railing and sighed
contentedly. This was going to be real nice she thought.

"There are some sheets in the closet up there," Sally called up as she
put some wood in the fireplace. The house had heat but Sally preferred
to use the fireplace because a fire would heat the place up easily.
Besides, it was so much more romantic! Sally thought and then felt her
face turn warm.

As Sam pulled the sheets from the closet, she suddenly wondered where
Sally was going to sleep. Then the thought occurred to her that maybe
she expected them to sleep together. The thought was a little
disconcerting, as she hadn't slept with another person, even a lover,
other than her husband since she was very small. She wasn't
comfortable with that but she wasn't sure how to ask Sally.

When Sam came back down, Sally had a roaring fire going and she had
fixed them some hot chocolate that she had sitting on the hearth.

"I thought we would sit by the fire for a little girl talk and have
some hot chocolate," Sally beamed.

"Wonderful," Sam said, settling down on a large bearskin rug in front
of the fire. She groaned and said, "I feel like a pretzel after that
drive."

"Sorry," Sally said and sat down next to her as she handed her a cup
of hot chocolate.

The wind was whipping outside, blowing the snow sideways and whistling
through the pine trees. The snow was accumulating at over four inches
an hour. Neither of the women noticed as they sat and talked quietly
by the fire.

Sally went into the kitchen and came back with a bottle of brandy.
"This should help to warm us up," she said as she poured a long shot
into the cup that Sam held out.

"Are you old enough to drink, young lady?" Sam asked with a smile.

"Almost," she returned with a cute grin.

"Well, as long as you're not going to drive." 

In a little while the bottle was missing more than a few shots and Sam
was feeling very relaxed. "So do you have a boyfriend?" she asked.

"No, not right now. I've dated some since I started college but all
the boys seem so immature. They only want one thing," she giggled. "If
you know what I mean."

"I know what you mean."

"So how long have you been married?" Sally asked.

"About five years."

"Larry seems like a nice guy," Sally said. "He's a little older than
you right?"

The innocence of youth! Sam thought and then she smiled. "Uh... yes he
is."

"Oh, I'm sorry. I guess that wasn't a polite question," Sally giggled
nervously and took another drink of her spiked hot chocolate.

"No, you just asked what everyone thinks but are afraid to ask. That's
refreshing," she said with a smile. "Larry and I met when I was
working on my graduate degree. He is twenty years older than I am.
When we met, I felt the same way as you about the boys at school being
so immature. Larry came along and we just clicked. He's good to me but
he is kind of stuck in his ways. I guess that's one of the downsides
to being married to an 'older' man. He was married once before and
actually has a daughter almost as old as me."

"You're not old," Sally blurted and then blushed.

"Thank you sweetie. Sometimes I feel old now days."

The room was silent for a while and then Sally spoke, the alcohol
loosening her tongue. "So, is he good in the sack?" Sally blurted and
then giggled. "Oh... sorry, I can be mouthy when I drink," she said
with a pretty blush.

"It's okay. I guess the answer is that he used to be but I think the
stress of his job and maybe his age has slowed him down. The truth is
that sex was never that big of a deal to me. I guess that I have never
really figured out what all the hoopla was about anyway."

"I know what you mean. I had my first sex in the back of my
boyfriend's car at sixteen. I didn't get much pleasure and it hurt.
I've had a few others over the last two years but I haven't seen any
fireworks yet myself... other than when I... I do it myself," she said
and averted her eyes. Then she looked back at her and added, "Then I
can fantasize about whatever I want."

Sam smiled again at the teenager and opened her eyes in mock surprise
at her revelation. "Yes... sometimes we all have to take things into
our own hands," she laughed and turned red.

Sam could feel that tingling between her thighs and thought that they
had better change the subject. She turned to set her cup on the
hearth. "Ouch!" she exclaimed as a sharp pain raced through her neck.
She reached up and rubbed the back of her neck.

"What's wrong?"

"I guess sitting for three hours tightened up my neck. It felt like
someone just put a dagger in me. I hurt my neck years ago playing
volleyball and it has bothered me ever since."

"Well, you're in luck ma'am, 'cause I worked last summer at an
exercise facility. I learned the art of therapeutic massage," Sally
said with a grin. "Turn around."

Sam turned her back to Sally and felt her hands on her shoulders. A
chill went down her spine as she began to massage the knotted muscles
in her neck. "Oh God, that feels wonderful," she said almost swooning
backward into the young girl.

Sally massaged her for a few minutes and then said, "Your entire back
is tight. Why don't you get a hot shower and then come back and I'll
work the kinks out?"

"That sounds really good right now."

A half-hour later, Sam came out of the bathroom dressed in a cut off
pullover tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. The pants had shrunk a
bit since she last wore them and were a little too tight. However, she
hadn't brought a lot of clothes so she didn't have much choice. She
didn't have a bra on under the shirt and her breasts swayed freely as
she walked, making her feel a bit uncomfortable but also very naughty.
She didn't know what was getting into her lately.

Sally was waiting in front of the fire with a large towel laid out on
the sofa. She had changed into a pair of blue sweatpants and top.
While Sam was gone, Sally drank a few more shots of whiskey for
courage and was feeling very relaxed. She watched as the older woman
approached. She could see the fullness of her breasts and the nipples
poking through the thin cotton. Suddenly, she felt a little electric
shock between her legs. Unlike Sam, Sally had realized some years ago
that she liked looking at women and in fact, she liked looking quite a
bit. Over the past several years, she found herself often dreaming of
what sex with a woman would be like. While she hadn't acted on it, she
knew that it was more than a passing curiosity and had masturbated to
it often. Most of the time the woman in her fantasy was Sam.

Although Sally really believed that she hadn't tricked Sam into coming
to the cabin in order to seduce her, the thought had crossed her mind.
However, she also knew that she really didn't know how to go about
seducing someone and she certainly didn't want to jeopardize her
friendship with Sam at this early stage.

"Listen, we don't have to do this," Sam said. "My neck feels much
better." However, when she saw the disappointed look on Sally's face
she added, "But it's okay if you still want to though."

"Of course. It's not often I get a beautiful woman in my grasps. Most
of the women at the health club are older and frankly kind of dried
up!" Then she giggled and placed her hand over her mouth.

Sam could tell that Sally had had one too many and just smiled. "How
do you want me?"

There were a million answers that Sally could have given to that
question. However, she bit her tongue and said, "Lay down on the sofa
on your stomach."

Sam lay on the sofa and Sally came over close and knelt at her side.
Then she reached up and began to massage the muscles around Sam's neck
and shoulders again.

"Mmmm," Sam moaned, as the young girl's experienced fingers began to
work the tightness from her shoulders. "You have wonderful hands."

And you have a wonderful ass! Sally thought as she glanced down at the
seat of her tight sweat pants. "Thank you," she said as her fingers
worked over the shoulder muscles and then down the back. She followed
her spine down, applying gentle pressure with her thumbs on both sides
of her backbone. When she reached the end of the tee shirt, she
crossed over to the bare skin, continuing down until she reached her
sweats. Then she moved back up. "Do you mind if I use some oil?"

"Mmmmm," Sam answered, as the warmth of the fire, the liquor, and the
comfort of the sofa made her very sleepy. The long drive had tired her
more than she thought.

Sally picked up the bottle of baby oil that she had let sit next to
the fire to warm and poured some on her hands. It wasn't the best
thing to use for a massage but it would have to do. She rubbed her
hands together until they were coated with the warm oil and then she
placed them on the small of Sam's back again.

Another groan of pleasure came from Sam, as she felt Sally's hands
begin to massage the oil into her skin. Slowly they moved up her back
and under the tee shirt.

"Do you mind if I kneel over you?"

"No," Sam answered dreamily.

Sally placed one knee on each side of Sam and sat her buttocks lightly
on her thighs. Then she began to move her hands up her back again.
Suddenly, she couldn't believe how sensuous it felt to be massaging
Sam like this. She had done countless massages but she hadn't cared
for any of those people. This felt very different and a little chill
went through her as her hands worked up and down the soft skin under
her tee shirt. She covered every inch of her back, pushing the tee
shirt up to her shoulders in the process. Too soon, she had finished
the normal massage. However, she didn't want to stop as she could now
feel excitement coursing through her and her heart pounding in her
chest.

Sam dozed off. 

As Sally thought about her next move, her hands began to tremble.
Slowly, her hands slid up her back and then down the sides. They
slipped down gradually until her fingers were touching the outer
swells of Sam's breasts. She could feel her vagina begin to pulse as
she massaged the soft flesh under her fingers. As her fingers went
lower, she heard Sam moan and she stopped and waited, ready to pull
her hands away. When she didn't hear anything more, she began to move
again. Her heart was thumping hard in her chest as her fingers slid
down until they were under the slopes of her breasts. She knew that if
she moved another inch she would be able to feel her nipples. Do I
dare? She asked herself.

Sam had awakened when Sally's fingers had begun to put pressure on the
sides of her breasts. Suddenly, she was very much aware of where the
young girl's hands were and knew that she should stop her. But it felt
too good. Her heart had begun to pound with growing excitement.
Instead of protesting, she moaned quietly, as if she were still in a
sleepy fog. Then, she surprised herself when she lifted up slightly,
allowing the hands to move under her breasts. She had to suppress a
moan as the tips of Sally's fingers reached her nipples.

Sally thought she was going to pass out from excitement. Now, she
could feel Sam's hot nipples under her fingers. It was the most
incredible feeling she had ever felt in her young life. Suddenly, she
desperately wanted to move her fingers further underneath Sam and
capture the entire mounds of flesh in her hands, but feared that she
would break the spell. So she contented herself with moving the tips
of her fingers slowly back and forth across the rough surface of her
now hard nipples. With each stroke, she could feel the nipples almost
burning her sensitive fingertips. She had an almost overpowering urge
to take Sam's breasts in her hands. Yet she hesitated, not willing to
risk something so bold. When she figured she probably couldn't go any
further, she leaned down to Sam's ear and whispered, "Would you like
me to do your legs?"

Sam was relieved and strangely disappointed at her words and almost
groaned in frustration. "Uh huh," she whispered quietly. She had been
on the verge of lifting up and letting the girl's hands have complete
access to her breasts. She couldn't believe how excited she had become
from the hands of another woman.

Sally slid down Sam's legs and reached up for her sweat pants. 

When Sam felt Sally's hands at the waist of her sweats, she realized
that she might have made a big mistake. She hadn't even thought that
she would have to take her sweats off. But, it was too late as she
felt her sweats being pulled down her legs and off her feet.

"Ohhhh," Sally moaned quietly when she saw what she had unveiled. She
knew that Sam had a good body but she hadn't expected this. Her heart
began to race again as she stared at Sam's lower half. She had on a
pair of pale pink panties that were tight and hugged her buttocks
sensuously. One side had ridden into the crack, revealing the lower
half of a perfect cheek. The backs of Sam's legs, all the way to her
feet, were perfectly smooth and without a blemish. Sally was trembling
as she stood staring at the beautiful older woman.

Then Sam felt Sally straddle her again, this time facing her feet, her
buttocks just resting on her lower back. She could feel her eyes
burning into her almost naked flesh. It seemed like it was a long time
but was only seconds before she felt her lean forward and grasp one of
her legs at the ankle. Sam moaned when she felt Sally's hands begin to
work up her leg, kneading the flesh of her calf and then her thigh as
she went.

By now, Sally could feel that the crotch of her panties was soaked.
She hoped that it wouldn't soak through her sweats. Slowly, she worked
the oil into the backs of Sam's legs until her fingers reached her
buttocks. She thought briefly of moving her hand over the exposed
cheek but controlled herself. Instead she reached down and pulled the
panties from between her cheeks and pulled them tight. It was a casual
gesture but one that made both women tremble inside. Then, as Sally
leaned forward again to run her hands down her shining thighs, the
front of her sweatshirt touched the oily surface. When she pulled
back, she impulsively reached for her top and without asking
permission, stripped it over her head, leaving her breasts free.

Sally had always been somewhat embarrassed by the size of her breasts.
They were a full 34C on her rather small frame. Most of the time, she
wished that she had smaller breasts and often tried to cover them up.
However, they were very sensitive, especially the nipples. Her nipples
had always been a source of some embarrassment. They weren't the more
common "normal" round areolas and hard tips. Sally had what was
referred to as puffies; instead of a hard tipped nipple, they were
soft and smooth. The nipples were pale pink and covered almost half of
her breasts. She wondered if that was why they were so sensitive.
Sometimes she could bring herself off by just pinching the nipples or
fantasizing about a female lover doing it for her.

Now as Sally leaned forward, her breasts hung free. When her hands
reached Sam's ankles, her nipples touched the backs of the older
woman's legs. A gasp escaped her lips as she felt the warm oil and
Sam's soft skin touching the tips.

Sam felt it as well and realized with shock that the teenager's
breasts were bare. When she opened her eyes, she saw Sally's top lying
on the rug, confirming her suspicion. Now Sam felt juice dripping into
her panties. That was quite a surprise for her, as she normally didn't
lubricate very much. Larry often had to use a lubricant in order for
sex not to be painful for both of them.

As Sally moved her body upward, her nipples dragged along the soft
skin on the backs of Sam's legs. She could feel shocks of pleasure
rippling through her body and directly to her vagina. Her eyes closed
in pleasure and her breath came in gasps as she pressed her soft
mounds of flesh to the strong thighs below her. Suddenly she began to
tremble and her vagina pulsed. She couldn't believe what was
happening. Her body trembled as she began to climax! She bit her lip
to keep from crying out as her thighs quivered and she gasped for
breath.

Sam's mind was reeling. She could feel the young girl trembling and
hear little whimpers. It was obvious that she was having an orgasm.
Her own vagina was pulsing but there wasn't enough contact to make her
climax. Yet, her body tingled like she had never felt before. Then
before she knew it, she felt the weight of Sally's body move off her
as she got up. She opened her eyes and saw the young woman bend over
to pick up her top. A little gasp caught in her throat as she saw
Sally's oil coated breasts for an instant. They were pendulous and
swung freely, and the nipples appeared positively huge.


Sally stood up and held her top to her chest. "Uh... I think I'll get
a shower now," she said. "Can you help pull the sofa bed out for me?"

"Sure," Sam said getting slowly up. "Thanks for the massage," she
said. Then, suddenly, she realized that she was half-naked with only
her panties and a thin tee shirt covering her. She looked at Sally and
saw her staring at her partial nudity. There was still an unmistakable
look of lust in her eyes. Then she watched as Sally raised her arms
casually, baring her breasts as she put her top back on. Now she had a
close up view of her young friend's breasts. They were gorgeous and
indeed large and the nipples were as big around as silver dollars.
Then her face colored when she saw that Sally had noticed her looking
at her breasts. She quickly turned and reached for the sofa.

The two women opened the sofa and pulled it out. When the mattress was
stretched out, they both realized that it was not fit for someone to
sleep on. The mattress looked lumpy and was dry-rotted. It obviously
had not been used for some time.

Both women stood looking at the poor excuse for a bed. 

"You can't sleep there," Sam said. Then Sam paused for a minute to
consider the options. She couldn't let her sleep on the floor in her
own place. "Uh... the bed upstairs is king sized. I suppose we can
share."

"Are you sure?" Sally asked, suppressing a smile.

Finally, Sam smiled. She was being silly. It wasn't like Sally was
going to attack her. "Sure. Larry says that I don't snore too loud,"
she laughed a little nervously.

"I'll... uh... get my shower."

"I'll probably be asleep before you get to bed," Sam said heading for
the steps. "Thanks again for the massage," Sam said turning to Sally.
She saw her blush prettily.

"You're welcome." Sally hurried off toward the bathroom.

A short time later, Sally came quietly up the stairs. She could see
that Sam was still awake.

Sam saw that Sally had on a set of baby doll see through underwear and
top. She must have looked surprised as she stared at the young woman
because Sally looked embarrassed. She said, "I'm sorry, it's all I
brought."

As Sally crawled under the covers, the snow outside was piling up and
the wind was blowing it around until the SUV was barely visible.

continue....