Sex in the Sky

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By the Sea

I live in my house by the sea. I have lived there since I was eight. My grandfather took me in and gave me the love and support I needed after my parents died. I was shy and timid. I always have been. Eventually, I grew up. I became six-six and weighed 250 pounds. I grew fur all over my chest and belly, the same golden color as on my head. But I was always easier, more comfortable, working in the garden or cooking in the kitchen. My grandfather had many friends that he was close to during World War II. I spent many a Wednesday afternoon listening to their stories and cooking for their lunch. When I graduated from high school, I enrolled in a cooking school in New York. I graduated after two years and my grandfather wanted me to go to Paris to continue my studies. I loved my time in New York, but I never really felt comfortable. I was good at what I did, winning many awards, but I wanted to return to my home by the sea.

I decided to spend a few weeks at home before going to Paris. When I got there, I realized that the time away had not been kind to the old man. He was frail and looked sickly. I knew I wasn”t going to go to Paris and leave him. Before my twenty-first birthday he passed away. I sat inside my house by the sea and grieved, but not forever. All of my grandfather”s friends came by on Wednesday as usual and had me sit with them and tell stories and then listen to theirs. It helped, and somehow they have always understood how shy and quiet I am. Shortly after, I found out that the house and everything in it was left to me as well as a trust fund from my parents. I realized I didn”t want to go to Paris and decided to turn my home into a bed and breakfast so I could cook for others and still stay at home.

I spent weeks going over all that I would need to convert the house. I looked at furniture and fixtures, talked with contractors, and even an architect. When all was said and done, I hired a contractor from out of state to oversee the project. Since where I live is fairly secluded along the Oregon coast, within sight of the majestic haystack rocks near Cannon Beach, I let the man stay with me. His crew was made up of local craftsmen, but he wasn”t local, so needed a place to stay. Over the next couple of weeks, I started to decorate as soon as each new room was completed. I decided to use large, sturdy, comfortable furnishings and bright, warm colors. I wanted people who came to my home to be comfortable and relaxed. The contractor, whose name was Robert, and I became friends. He was a tall man, but a little shorter than my towering height. He was big and strong and often worked without his shirt. I found myself becoming tongue-tied around him. I blushed a lot and stammered when he talked to me. In truth, I was attracted, extremely attracted to him. He would smile at me and wink. It made me feel even more flustered and shy around him. About two weeks into his stay, he came to my room one night.

He told me that he had seen me watching him and wanted to see how far things could go. With that he was kissing me. I was shocked, it was my first kiss, first everything. He took off my shirt and sifted his fingers through the hair on my chest. Then he took off his shirt and pressed me to him, pulling me, melding with me. His chest was covered in coarse, dark hair, such a sensual contrast to my soft, downy fur. He was fast and a little rough. He pulled and pawed at our clothes until we were both naked, standing by my big bed. He pushed me down and pulled my face to his lap, feeding me his hard shaft. He wasn”t all that long or thick, but it was my first time and I gagged a bit. But soon I became accustomed to his invasion. He held my face and started pounding his hips into me. His cock wasn”t long enough to go beyond my tonsils and my nose kept being bumped into his pubic bush. He pulled away and tried to catch his breath, telling me he didn”t want to cum so soon.

Robert took my face in his hands and started kissing me again. He pushed me back on the bed, forcing his hips between mine, pressing forward and begging for entry into my body. But when he pushed forward, he realized quickly that this was brand new to me. He immediately slowed and gentled. His forceful, pushing manner eased and he became sweet and loving. I realized that I had probably given him signals that led him to believe I was more experienced. The change in his attack was so different. Where before he was forceful, now he was gentle and coaxing. He started kissing me again, but slowly, teasingly with his tongue, begging me to play with him. Where his hands had pawed at me, now they stroked, stoking my pleasure, petting and relaxing me. I felt my nervousness leave and I started to return Robert”s ministrations. I tasted and delved my hands over his body, skimming against his back, reveling in the contented purr he let out. He continued to stroke my body, but his hands moved lower, skimming over my ass, bunching and kneading the muscular globes. He began stroking my hole with his fingers, brushing against the bundle of ultra-sensitive nerves. Then he was inside me, buried to the knuckle of his middle finger. He searched and prodded inside me, looking for admittance, for acceptance. I opened for him and he pressed his advantage. In seconds he was buried inside. He waited; he coaxed and crooned, telling me with gentle words to relax. He continued to pet me, stroke my body, willing me to relax. I did and he began to move. He rocked into me quickly and in mere moments was clenching and spurting, making noises like a braying mule. When he collapsed against me, all I could think was: this is it?

Then Robert rose for round two. This time I understood what it was all about. He stroked and built me, having taken the edge off of his own needs; he spent the time and energy finessing a response from me. When it was over, he was marveling at me, telling me how responsive I was and how good I was. It made me feel special. Our routine continued for the next few weeks while the last of the work on my house was being done. What we did in bed was mostly the same: kissing, my sucking him and him fucking me. The night before he was to leave, he came to me and was different. He was kissing me, but he let me lead. He didn”t take control. After a bit of rolling around, kissing and petting, he pulled me on top of him and wrapped his legs around my back. Robert looked at me and said “please” before I sank into him. I felt him close around me, feeling him stretch around me. I pumped and thrust into him, amazed at the turn of events. I felt him build because he kept squeezing me, crying out and pawing his fingers into my shoulders. Then I felt him release, jetting against my belly. I kept thrusting into him, keeping from orgasm by the slightest margin. Shortly after, he came again and this time I couldn”t help but follow. My breathing slowed, and I slipped out of Robert while he cuddled to me.

I knew he was leaving tomorrow. I was okay with it. I was attracted to him and I will never forget the time we shared together, but it was only sex. If he were to stay, it probably could develop into more. But he was leaving. I was lying with him, watching the colors of the sunset change through the curtains of my bedroom window when I fell asleep. The next morning, he was gone.

The next few years were lonely ones. I was crippled behind walls of intense shyness. It wasn”t too bad during the long summers. My house was full of guests. But the winters were long and lonely, with nary a guest for up to three months. Those were the times when I felt it the most, an almost bone-crushing sense of loss and loneliness. I had turned twenty-five the previous summer. I was gearing up for the lonely period after Christmas when my only real contact would be the Wednesday meetings with my grandfather”s friends. I received a call from a secretary for a literary agent. She asked to book a room in my little bed and breakfast for an indefinite time, starting the second week in January. A writer wanted to stay in my house to write and do research of the surrounding area. When I asked for the author”s name, I almost fell through the floor. It was one of my favorites: Toby Hunter. He writes mostly murder mysteries with a big dash of the supernatural thrown in. I was so excited. I had read all of his books. I couldn”t wait for the next few weeks to go by.

He showed up on the 10th of January during a huge wind and rainstorm. It was dark and close to 11PM. I wasn”t expecting him until the following morning. I answered the door and helped him grab his things from the car. We were both soaked. He stood in my front entrance while I went to get some towels. When I came back I skidded to a stop. He had stripped down to his boxers. He took one of the towels from my now dead fingers and started to dry himself off. It wasn”t supposed to be erotic, but my body didn”t care. He was a few inches shorter than me, but I would say we weighed the same. His shorter frame carried his weight in his chest and shoulders, perfectly sculpted and bulging with raw sinew. His dark hair was short and tamed against the wild curl evident. His eyes were a piercing blue. His nose straight and perfectly complimented the rest of his features. His lips were full and sensuous. His chin, hard and strong, was covered in dark stubble. Then I looked down to his chest. Some people don”t like hairy chests. I find them extremely sexy. His pectorals were covered in long, straight, thick dark hair, to the point where you couldn”t see the skin underneath. The hair was in interesting whorls all along the muscular plane. The hair trailed thickly between his abdominal muscles and hid his belly button. You would only know it was there because of the swirl of hair that deepened at that point. His legs were also incredibly muscled and covered in dark whorls of the same straight, thick hair. In a word: gorgeous.

I was afraid I had started drooling. I know I lost the ability to speak rationally. So I ducked back down the hall to change my clothes, hoping I could make the erection go away. When I was dry and had everything tucked away, hopefully not so noticeably, I went back to see to my guest. He had opened a suitcase and pulled a shirt over his head and was pulling up a pair of jeans. I offered him some food and when he declined, I helped carry his bags to his room. It was in the tower, directly over mine. It was the best I had, and considering how long he was going to be spending here, figured he needed the extra comfort and space. When he was settled, I went back to my room and crawled into bed. I was still hard, but I didn”t do anything about it. I drifted off to sleep and indulged in some incredible dreams.

The next day, Toby sat with me in the kitchen while I got ready for my Wednesday lunch. He talked to me and told me what he was hoping to find in the area. I asked if he always worked by not working and he laughed and told me that he wanted to take a couple of days and unwind, he had been on a book tour. He actually joined my grandfather”s friends for lunch. I was absolutely mortified when one of them whipped out a scrapbook and showed Toby. I was embarrassed and escaped to the kitchen. I didn”t realize that they had kept such records of me. Every single picture and article from cooking school was there. I had volunteered my free time at a women”s shelter in New York, but I kept it private. The school didn”t know until someone from the paper came and did an article on what I did. I hadn”t realized that my grandfather knew. It brought the pain of his death back to me. God I missed that old man. I carried dessert back into the dining room. One of the group told Toby that they were so proud that I did so much for so many people and all without a hint of recognition. Then he told him how I spent Fridays donating my cooking talent at the shelter down the coast a bit. It was true, but I was still embarrassed. Another member of the group wondered why I didn”t ask for something or do anything to get recognition. Toby piped up and said that some people had so much love to give that they wanted to share it and the sharing was its own reward. I actually fell in love with him right then and there. I had been fiercely attracted to him, but having him so easily define why I was motivated to help others was the last thing needed to have my feelings bloom. I actually smiled at him, full wattage, without ducking away in shyness when he returned it.

The next day I spent driving Toby around the area. I showed him a great lookout for viewing the haystacks of Cannon Beach. Then I showed him the lighthouse that the movie “The Goonies” was filmed at. We drove to Tillamook to tour the cheese factory. While sitting in the café, eating some of their heavenly ice cream, I watched him watch the passing ladies. That kind of calmed my hope of a returned attraction. I know it”s foolish, but I was kind of hoping he would be the one to see me for the worthwhile person I really am. That his words at lunch yesterday would actually lead to something else. But I guess not. I could still be his friend. After all, it was probably hero worship; kind of like the silly crushes teenagers have for movie and rock stars. Though I knew it wasn”t.

That night Toby sat in my kitchen while I did my baking and prep work for Friday”s trip to the shelter. He was amazed at how much food I was preparing and I told him about my time in New York in which I would cook for a couple hundred people a day. What was nice was that he offered to go with me and help. We actually had a good time. Then Saturday morning, he was shut in his room, pounding away at his laptop. I had never seen anyone work so diligently at something before. He was in total concentration. I was in awe at the raw energy that went in to his creative process. Just watching him aroused me. He was truly beautiful. While he worked, he had steel framed glasses that he kept pushing up his nose from time to time. The total concentration seemed to make his face more angular. It was a breath-taking sight. But I stayed away, letting him work, bringing sandwiches and coffee every few hours. I would leave it by his side and collect the used plates later. He did come up for air every couple of days or so and I would help him with a tour of the area or a description of the seasonal changes. I gladly helped as much as I could, all the while fearing that my feelings were growing deeper and stronger, to never be returned.

Toby had been working and writing for over six weeks. He seemed happy with the progress on the book. He would spend most days with me in the kitchen, poured over his laptop, saying that hearing me work added a bit of homey comfort that aided his writing. On Thursday nights, when I did the majority of my baking and preparing for the shelter, he would actually help me box up things and keep me company for the five or six hours I would spend cooking. It was a truly happy time for me. I had companionship and a caring body to share my time. It didn”t surprise me when I so easily fell deeper in love with him. I would watch him concentrate on his writing, be so into his characterizations that he would forget to eat. I would make a sandwich or something in which temperature didn”t matter. He always had something to drink close at hand, whether a thermal carafe of coffee or a pitcher of his favorite cool drink of half iced tea and half lemonade. Each time I would put something in front of him or remove used plates and glasses; I would usually get a smile. One Saturday, while I watched him work while baking an apple crisp, he caught me staring and we shared a smile that shot straight through me. I couldn”t catch my breath and I was so hard watching his lips curve and the dimples in his cheeks form. I had it bad. But I knew he had no idea. I enjoyed watching him. But I kept quiet about my feelings. Too shy, too scared to share them, positive that he wouldn”t feel comfortable with them. As I pulled my crisp out of the oven, there was a pounding at the door. I didn”t have any guests scheduled for at least two more weeks. It was late and figured it was a stranded traveler looking for a place for the night. It happens sometimes.

But when I got to the door, there was a woman standing outside. She breezed in and handed me her bags and told me to place them in Toby”s room. Her attitude had me concerned, so I asked why I should place her bags in his room and she told me she was Toby”s fiancée. I blinked, trying to breathe in and out, because that simple task failed me. I knew he was straight. I knew he wasn”t going to be interested in me. But it still hurt. Nodding away the pain, I took her to the kitchen, which she was loath to do. But I led her to Toby. She squealed when she saw him and launched herself into his lap. I could tell he was annoyed at being interrupted, but he grasped her and hugged her anyway.

“Becca, what the hell are you doing here?”

She pouted at his harsh tone, but practically purred out her response. “Oh darling, I just had to see you.” She kept kissing at his neck, I wanted to turn away, but I couldn”t. It”s like looking at a car accident. It turned your stomach, but you still couldn”t look away. “I”ve missed you so much.”

Toby turned to me, with a look I couldn”t recognize, like he was looking for anything to help him. “Becca, I would like to introduce you to Jack.” His eyes softened and his smile was warm and generous. “He owns and runs this place and has taken really excellent care of me.”

She didn”t even turn her head to me. She just sort of made a little “how are you” sound and then started kissing Toby. I turned from them and carried her bags to his room. I straightened up the bedding and made sure the bathroom had fresh towels. I also grabbed a stray plate off his desk and emptied the trash. I went downstairs into my office to make a list of chores for tomorrow. I heard Toby and Becca head out of the kitchen and go up the stairs. I decided to turn in and crawled beneath the covers. But sleep eluded me. After a few minutes, I heard the bed creak through the floorboards above me. I had heard the sound before from other guests, but I always tuned it out. This time I couldn”t stop from listening. I was absolutely green with envy, furiously jealous of Becca and her luck at being with someone so incredibly sexy and wonderful. I was also incredibly aroused by it. I listened for several minutes, the gentle quaking of the ceiling and the incessant squeak of the box springs. I could imagine the two of them, writhing and rolling on the bed. I could picture myself writhing and rolling on the bed with Toby. I felt myself tighten and quiver with repressed desire. I felt myself tingling with impending release. I wanted so badly to grasp my heated flesh in my fist and bring myself relief. But I didn”t. I tortured myself, listening to the two of them. After several heated moments, the pace of the squeaking sped up. So did my desire. Then I heard a loud bounce and the rumble of Toby”s voice as he found his release. Not that I could hear any words, just the timbre of his deep voice as he called out in pleasure. It was too much and I found myself clenching and spurting in my own heated release. I closed my eyes and felt each pulse leave my body and drench my tight briefs. The moment the last spasm left me; I opened my eyes and felt a deep shame. I had listened in on something so very private and personal. Even worse, I got off on it. I felt horrible. I got out of bed and went to my kitchen after throwing on a pair of cut-offs and a t-shirt. I decided to work off my guilt by starting my baking early.

On a cold but clear frosty evening, Hannah and Benny shivered as they walked out onto the deck and gazed up at the star filled sky.

“It’d be great to sit out here in the spa and take in the view.” Hanna suggested.

“Sorry, but I’ve got nothing for you to wear.” Benny advised.

She turned to him and smiled, “Well, why don’t we get the sex thing out of the way first? Then we won’t have to worry about what we wear.”

Hannah laughed at the shocked look on his face, “C’mon, it won’t be that bad.”

They soon stood toe to toe in the bedroom, Benny slipped off her windbreaker and top as she undid her jeans and let them slip to the floor. He took in her smooth pale skin, her large breasts straining in her bra; her waist was narrow, her hips lean. Frilly French knickers sat perfectly over her buttocks, below her legs were slim but still shapely and toned.

Hannah grinned as his eyes raped her.

“Hey, I liked to be kissed at least once before I’m fucked.” she whispered.

Benny would always remember their first kiss; it started tenderly with exploring little pecks before gradually becoming more passionate. Their breathing becoming heavier as their tongues wrestled and tormented. Her hands were soon removing his clothes, and they were soon standing in just their underwear. She shivered as Benny freed his cock and slipped it between her thighs; then removed her bra so that he could take her nipples into his mouth. Hanna pushed her knickers down and stepped out of them. She then took his head in her hands and looked into his eyes.

“It’s been ten years since I’ve done this, please be gentle.” she asked.

Benny guided her to the bed and smothered her with kisses; his hands caressed her body with the exception of what was between her legs. After what seemed as eternity to Hannah, Benny moved down the bed and licked his way up each thigh, she shivered in both fear and anticipation until his tongue slipped into her pussy. Her fear turned to ecstasy as Benny suckled on her clitoris, his finger penetrating her below. Her fear returned as he moved upwards and his hard cock was guided between her lips, she lay still as he penetrated her and began to rock gently inside her. She whimpered as the pleasure began to seep through her body, and then in an instant she released herself to be loved, her legs wrapped around his waist she let someone into her inner sanction for the first time in many years.

For Benny, the loving making was intense. It had been a long time in coming and he wondered whether it would ever happen at all. Their bodied moulded into each other like a glove, his cock felt like it was trapped in a warm wet vice. He knew that Hannah was with him in spirit, her kisses and murmurs of pleasure an admission of her desires. Benny rode Hannah tenderly without a thought for a change in position, they wanted to hold and kiss each other knowing that their first time would always be special.

“It’s safe to finish inside me.” Hanna whispered into his ear knowing that that the end was close.

She held him tight as he ejaculated deep inside her, his warm cum reminding her how much she missed sex. She kissed him as he relaxed on top of her and lifted her legs to minimize the leakage onto the sheets below.

“That was nice.” she whispered into his ear.

Benny eventually rolled off onto his side and Hannah snuggled in close for comfort. He looked over her body in a more sensual way, different from the nervous lustful pre-sex feasting as he took her clothes off. He ran a hand over her smooth skin and traced her narrow waist upwards; her dark nipples were still aroused and hard under his touch. His eyes shifted to the curls between her thighs, thick and natural in shape.

“A true redhead.” he commented running his fingers through the curls.

Hannah opened her eyes and smiled, “Yep, what you see on top is what you get below.”

His fingers explored downwards and Hanna opened her thighs slightly as her clitoris was tweaked gently, she sighed with appreciation and kissed him on the neck. Benny reached over to the bedside cabinet and retrieved a couple of tissues, then placed them strategically between her lips. They then lay silent and content in each others arms, each deep in thought.

An hour later, they sat low in the spa, the warm water welcome from the cold air above. The dark sky was dotted with stars, the house in darkness and quietness of the country providing a romantic back drop. Hannah lay sideways in the spa; her legs lay across Benny’s lap. She enjoyed his wandering hands which seemed to have a fascination with her thighs and what lay above.

“So, was that really your first time in ten years?” he asked inquisitively.

“Nearly ten years.”

“Why so long? There must have been someone special in your life since then.”

Hannah hesitated before answering, but decided it was best to be open and honest.

“I was engaged to what I thought was the loveliest man in the whole world. I decided that he wasn’t so lovely when I found in my bed with my so called best friend. Since then, sex has never been on my agenda.”

“Shit, I could never go ten years without sex.”

Hannah laughed, “Men are such basic creatures, food and sex is all they ever need. And personally, I couldn’t see you going for ten days without it.”

Benny slapped her playfully on the foot, “What an insult.”

Hannah slapped him back, “I noticed those wandering eyes the minute I first saw you. You had all of the females in a pecking order of desirability in no time at all, and I was at the end of the queue. You weren’t all that interested in even talking to me.”

“It was more that I was scared of you.” he retaliated quickly.

She grinned, “And so you should be, you should be very, very scared.”

“So was I any good in bed?” he asked trying to turn the tables.

“Passable, but they always reckon the second time’s better than the first.”

“That’s pretty forward of you. Is there going to be a second time?” he asked casually and then yawned for affect.

Hannah chuckled, “I think there’s some likelihood. Let’s just call it woman’s intuition.”

Hannah was quite right; their relationship just sort of came together naturally. The aura of coolness around her evaporated and was replaced with affection. She loved to laugh and hold his hand in public, her quick wit playfully insulting him and her kisses making up when he pretended she went too far. In private, she was sexually demanding and took him when she felt like it. She would sometimes walk into his house and remove her clothing under his eager eyes. He once asked her what would happen if he guests. She shrugged her shoulders and told him they would either have leave or join in. She took more care of her appearance, a little make up, a wardrobe added to, and her lovely red hair left down how he liked it. She smiled under his compliments, and once reminded him that it was easier to keep a well trained man than to find and train another.

Benny found Hannah the most intriguing woman he’d ever met, she was private about her past life, never made plans for the future and only seemed to live for the present. She could often be unpredictable, like the time she suggested that he could see other women if he wasn’t satisfied with her. He was dumbfounded and all of a sudden felt vulnerable, as if she was attempting to slow the relationship down. After a few days of it gnawing away it him, he confronted her. She explained that the most important thing to her was that he was happy, and it was okay if he wanted to bed other women so long as it was done discreetly. He soon put her on the right track. The weeks soon turned into months, and while they sometimes slept apart in their own abodes, they became soul mates. There was a simple happiness in just being together, sometimes they might be at opposite ends of the house, but it was still close enough.

It was Christmas in 2005 when things got a little complicated. Chrissy, Mark and Joanna were to have Christmas at home for the first time in many years. By this time, Joanna knew that Benny had a new lady in his life, they occasionally flicked e-mails between them just let each other know that they were still alive. Joanna flew in from Europe a few days before Christmas; however her mother and father who were on route from the Middle East were unfortunately delayed by a few days.

For obvious reasons, Benny was more than a little concerned about inviting Joanna to dine with them on Christmas Eve, but Hannah insisted that they shouldn’t leave her on her own. Hannah had been with Benny at the airport when he picked Joanna up a few days previous. She watched as the beautiful young woman walked up to her Benny and hugged him, the twirled in front of him.

“Do I look very ugly today?” she asked with sparkling eyes.

Benny grinned.

“Yes, you look very, very ugly today.” was his reply. Hannah would never forget Joanna’s eyes as they settled on her for the first time, curious inquisitiveness she put it down to. The young woman’s eyes reached deep into her soul as if to ask was she good enough for Benny? Hannah’s confident eyes told her that she certainly was.

The restaurant was busy on that Christmas Eve. Hannah, Benny and Joanna sat at a window table, but the view was ignored for intelligent and humorous conversation. Hannah watched the interaction between Benny and Joanna with great interest, the eye contact, the mannerisms and the odd touch. She waited for an opportune moment and popped the question.

“So, when were you two lovers?” Hannah asked.

The question floored both Benny and Joanna into dumb silence.

Hannah laughed joyously at their discomfort, “I’m a psychoanalyst, I’m used to picking up vibes and body language. You two have been at it.”

Joanna grinned at Benny and then looked Hannah in eye.

“Two years ago and at the age of nineteen, I asked Benny to relieve me of my virginity. He however declined my kind invitation, and I practically had to rape him. I wanted my first lover to be someone I cared for and that make it nice for me, and I wanted it to be Benny.”

Hannah grinned mischievously before taking a sip of red wine, “And did he do a good job?”

It was Joanna’s turn to grin, “Oh yes, he did a mighty fine job of it.”

Hannah reached over and patted Benny’s hand, “I’m sure he did, he’s not too bad in bed. Maybe I should’ve waited for him to take virginity. My first time was a disaster, pain, blood, confusion and disappointment.”

“I had none of that.” Joanna replied looking over at Benny, “Benny was very gentle once I got him in the mood, then it was all plain sailing. “He’s the best lover I’ve had, and there’s been a few since.”

Joanna was amused by the look of disbelief on Benny’s face and decided to have a little fun with him.

“I’m really into group sex now.” Joanna added. “Foursomes are good, but threesomes are more fun. Less complicated and you get time to watch.”

Hannah smiled coyly, “Yeah, threesomes are nice. Do you prefer two guys, or a guy and another girl?”

“A guy and another girl.” Joanna replied. “I like sharing the duties so to speak, if you know what I mean.”

“I agree.” Hannah replied knowingly.

The conversation was interrupted by the arrival of their meals. Benny picked away at his food while he digested Hannah’s confession. Group sex was something that he would never expected of Hannah, but she had always been a little secretive about her past love life. The conversation around the table never returned to sex, enough had already been said. Joanna returned home with them and retired to her room after coffees.

Benny lay in bed deep in thought as Hannah went through her normal bedtime ritual in the bathroom. Eventually she climbed into bed and knelt beside him; her hand found his sleeping cock and began to fondle it.

“I thought it would be hard after all that sex talk.” she whispered before taking him deep into her mouth.

It took but a short time to get him hard, his hand slipped between her thighs and found her wet and aroused. She whimpered as his finger slipped inside her.

“I never thought you would’ve been into group sex.” he commented.

“You never asked. I’ve never asked you whether you’d been into it either.”

“Always had the dream; never the opportunity.” he replied.

“Would you like the opportunity?” she asked a short time later. “Careful how you answer that question, because sometimes the man can get missed out, if you know what I mean.”

Hannah returned her mouth to Benny’s cock and sucked on it slowly, then suddenly got up and put her dressing gown on before leaving the room. Benny took himself in hand and stroked his cock while wondering where she had gone. A few minutes later, Joanna walked into the bedroom with Hannah behind. Benny watched as Joanna stood close to the bed and slipped a sheer top from her body.

“Do I look real ugly tonight?” she asked while slipping into bed beside him.

He didn’t answer. Hannah climbed into bed on the other side and within seconds, Benny was surrounded with kisses and tormented by wandering hands. Joanna then sat astride him and guided his cock into her warm pussy.

“Merry Christmas.” she whispered.

Benny watched with fascination as Hannah and Joanna interacted together, the smiles, the tender touching and the kisses. Joanna eventually slipped off Benny’s cock and Hannah took her place. Before he realised what was about to happen, Joanna had slipped a leg over his face and lowered her wet pussy onto his face. He could feel his two girls kissing and touching each other while they worked his body. Later, he watched as they in turn lay between the others legs and kissed and licked their private parts. At first, Benny tenderly kissed the one receiving before entering the other from behind. He was later content just to watch them make love, the tenderness and pleasure between them would be something that he would never forget. The generation gap was nonexistent as the two beautiful women explored and pleasured each other. There was no aggressor or submissive, their effort and pleasure was given equally. Watching them orgasm were moments of fine beauty, the twisted faces and the shuddering sweaty bodies. Once satisfied, they turned their attentions to Benny. He lay flat on his back, Hannah on one side and Joanna on the other. They took his erect shaft into their mouths in turn and coaxed him towards an orgasm, in the last seconds; Joanna became the aggressor and took him deep into her mouth. She stroked him quickly as she suckled on the head of his cock; then held him tight in her mouth as he tried to pull away just before he orgasmed. He watched her with wide eyes as she took his cum in her mouth and swallowed until he finished. She then opened her empty mouth and flicked her tongue over the eye and gave him a loving wink.

Hannah pulled a face, “Yuk, you’re a better woman than me. I draw the line at swallowing.”

Joanna smiled at her, “So do I usually, but I wanted to give Benny a Christmas treat.”

Benny laughed, “You’ve certainly done that.”

They soon lay down content and exhausted, sleep soon took them. The bed was a little cramped for three, and Joanna slipped out of the room in the early hours and returned to her own bedroom.

Hannah was habitually an early riser and was gone when Benny woke. He was roused by Joanna arriving with a hot coffee. She sat on the bed and watched Benny lift himself to a sitting position before handing him the cup.

“Hannah’s gone home to feed her cat.” Joanna commented.

Benny thought about it for a second. “She doesn’t have a cat.”

“I suspected as much.” Joanna replied. “I think she wanted to give us some privacy.”

“For what?” he asked.

Joanna smiled, “I think what she is trying to say that it’s okay for us to fuck; you know, just the two of us.”

Benny looked over at Joanna, she was wearing a long blue tee shirt and he suspected there would be little beneath. She was still young enough to look naturally beautiful when she woke, her hair was longer now and she looked so fresh and innocent.

“What do you think?” he asked.

She looked over at Benny and smiled, “Maybe, just one last time, before it becomes inappropriate for both of us. But you have to shower first; it smells like a brothel in here.”

Benny found Joanna nude and stretched out on the bed when he returned from the shower. He was already erect in anticipation as he reached the bed; Joanna opened her thighs as knelt before her. Joanna’s pussy was shiny and wet as he leaned over her with the intention of licking her, but she reached down and pulled him up on top of her.

“No, not that. I had enough of that last night.” she whispered. “I want you up here so I can hold you.”

Her hand reached down and guided him inside her warm wetness; her legs were soon wrapped around him, her tongue in his mouth. They fitted together perfectly and Benny began to ride her eagerly, she broke the kiss and slid her face alongside his and whispered in his ear. Benny had trouble controlling himself; her pussy was like a wet sponge drawing him in each time he withdrew. He lifted his face to her breasts and nibbled on each of them; Joanna squirmed and wriggled under him. It was but a short time before Benny felt his orgasm creep up on him, and he was soon ejaculating deep inside her. Joanna whimpered in appreciation and then kissed him on the neck.

“Oh how I love the feel of warm cum inside me.” she whispered. “You’re the only one I’ve let do that. It’s condoms for anyone else.”

“At least there’s no mess to clean up.”

“True, but I like it bareback and my pussy filled up. And I can leave the mess for you to clean up.”

Benny rolled off onto his side and gazed over at Joanna, she lay still on her back with her knees slightly raised and open. She was fuller in the figure than Hannah, but both women were lovely in their differences. Joanna was tan all over with the exception of a bottom bikini line, where Hanna was pale all over. Joanna turned and caught his wandering eyes, with all the exuberance of youth; she leapt astride him and looked down at him. With a smirk on her face, she rubbed her sopping pussy up and down his navel leaving sticky track marks as she went.

“Better here than on the sheets.” she commented as he pulled a face in protest.

By the time Mark and Chrissy finally arrived, Benny thought things couldn’t get more complicated. Not so. Mark had filled out a little around the middle and Benny took more that a little trouble to point it out. Chrissy on the other hand had just blossomed since he’d last laid eyes on her; she was still beautiful and vivacious as ever. She put her arms around his neck and gave him a hug, and then turned his blood cold.

“Mothers and daughters don’t have secrets, I know about you and Joanna.” she whispered in his ear. “You and I have to talk.”

For the rest of the afternoon, Benny waited in fear for Chrissy to corner him and punish him as he rightly deserved. She managed to get him in the kitchen while Joanna and her father were outside on the deck. She stood with her arms folded and glared up at him.

“I was really angry when I found out about you two. It’s taken me two years to cool down, and only after Joanna told me a hundred times how you tried to put her off, and she had to seduce you to do it. I’m sort of cool about it now, but if Mark finds out, it will be world war three.”

Benny couldn’t think of anything to say and wisely kept quiet.

Chrissy continued, “I don’t know where Joanna gets it from. Mark’s the only man I’ve slept with, and here’s my only daughter seducing older men and quite open about indulging group sex.”

Benny grinned, “Would like to hear some stories about her father before he met you?”

Chrissy couldn’t help but smile, “No thanks, but I can imagine what he was like.”

She stared into Benny eyes and her demeanour turned serious, “You that I’d have strangled you with my bare hands if you’d hurt her. Trouble is; I think she adores you just as much as she did before.”

Benny returned her stare, “You know I could never hurt her.”

“I know that, but you live dangerously Benny. Just remember that you’ll be answering to me if there’s any trouble.”

They returned to the others, Benny quite relieved to have avoided the firing squad.

Hannah joined them that evening; she took one look at Chrissy and Joanna; then laughed. “You two are more like sisters than mother and daughter.”

Joanna scowled.

“Shit, I don’t grey hair, saggy tits and a fat arse.” she said just before avoiding her mothers swinging arm.

Benny would forever be thankful for all the things that could’ve gone wrong that didn’t. For the following few days were filled with good humour and good conversation. Hannah soon cottoned onto Chrissy and Mark to extract all the dirt from his early years, they in turn found Hannah to be worthy of his intentions. Joanna just watched the proceedings with interest. It was a sad time when the day finally came for them to leave, for old friendships had been rekindled and new ones made. It was to be the last year for Mark and Chrissie to be away, for they planned to return and settle back home again.

They stood talking at the airport until their boarding call was announced. Joanna placed herself in front of Benny and looked up at him.

“Were you pleased to see your little ugly again?” she asked playfully.

He looked at her and grinned, “Don’t you think you’re getting a little old for this game?”

Her face fell as she looked into his eyes, she then put her arms around his neck, “I always want to be your little ugly. It’s special.”

Benny looked over Joanna’s shoulder straight into her mother’s eyes; she just smiled knowingly before turning away.

Benny had a good feeling about Hannah, a few days after the other had left; they sat and talked about what had happened. Hannah explained that her younger days were rife with drugs, alcohol and sex. She told him that group sex had been experimented with, and it was something that she enjoyed at the time but had not indulged in since. She enjoyed the session with Joanna, and instigated in it because there was a special relationship between them, but pointed out that it wasn’t something that she would likely indulge in again. Hannah was concerned about what Benny might think about what happened between her and Joanna, but he laughed and held her tight. He told it was the most erotic thing he’d ever seen. Hannah talked about Joanna, and she was okay that she and Benny slept together a few days ago; but more than a little jealousy had since crept in. They agreed that it would be too dangerous to their relationship to include other people, and decided wisely to remain faithful to each other.

As the months passed by, Hannah began to talk more about the future, for Benny it was a welcome sign as she was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. And while he would always love his little ugly Joanna, it was time that she spread her wings and found her own man to love and cherish.