Date: Wed, 28 May 2014 06:22:27 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Prothero <emmett1120@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Fishing with Josh", part 7 of 8 (bisexual)

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Fishing trip with Josh - FRIDAY

	I woke up to the sound of the sprinklers watering the lawn.  But I
really hadn't slept much anyway.  The sofa-bed was very uncomfortable, with
a thin mattress, and every move or shift that Josh made during the night
woke me up.  So, after a few minutes realizing that sleep was eluding me, I
crawled out of the bed, went into the bathroom to take a pee, and then
crawled back into the nice double bed in the bedroom.  I fell asleep rather
quickly, still tired from all the activity the day before.
	I woke again, comfortable and warm, to light seeping into the
bedroom.  I laid in bed for a bit, intent on not getting up, but the
thought of this being our last day here and I honestly hadn't fished all
that much, spurned me to get up, so I did.  Still naked, I walked into the
living room and looked at Josh.  He was asleep, lying on his belly, his
arms grasping the pillow.  No chance, I thought, of going for a morning
wood check.  So I went into the kitchen and made the coffee.  The clock in
there said it was just a bit before 6:30, so as the coffee brewed I
returned to the bedroom and quietly got dressed.  I got my tackle ready as
the coffee finished brewing, and as soon as it was done, poured out a tall
mug, and with my tackle out by the picnic table, I headed out the kitchen
door, grabbed my stuff, and walked to the lake shore.
	I looked at the neighbor's dock, and their boat was out.  Obviously
one or both of the men were out fishing.  I baited up my hook and tossed my
line out.  I had brought a second rod, so I put different bait on it and
tossed it out as well.  With both rods in their holders and my coffee in my
hand, I stood at the water's edge and viewed the beauty of the morning.  I
really loved it up here, and not just because I'd been having sex this week
with my teenage stepson.  It was just so beautiful, so still, so peaceful.
I decided that today, even though it was our last day, would be more for
fishing.  Yeah, I'd get to the sex with Josh later, maybe an afternoon
thing or all tonight.  But today I wanted to spend out here, lakeside.  As
I took a nice swig of coffee one of my poles bent down quickly, and I went
to it, pulling it out of the rod holder, and then set the hook.  I reeled
in a nice pan-sized trout, which I placed on my stringer.  As I was about
to re-bait the hook, my other rod tipped down, and I reeled in another nice
trout, this one a little bigger than the other.  A school must be passing,
so as soon as I got the second trout on the stringer I baited up the first
rod with the same bait that had been on it and tossed it out.  It must have
been a big school, because as I was baiting up the second rod with the
other type of bait, that one that had just been tossed out got another hit,
and I reeled in another nice trout.  I knew my luck wouldn't hold much
longer, so as soon as I had the other on the stringer – my third – I
baited up that "lucky" rod with the same bait and tossed it back out.  This
time, not as much luck.  I baited up the second rod with the other bait and
got it out there.  Again, this one just sank.  The school had probably
moved on.  So I tried something.  I reeled in the first rod and moved to my
right, tossing it out that direction.  I then reeled in the second rod and
moved to the left, tossing the bait out far to the left.  My logic was that
the school may have moved, and so I just wanted to get the bait out where
they may be.  I was going to sit on the bench, but it was damp from the
sprinklers, so I just stood.  And waited.
	After nearly 30 minutes with no action I went and got my chair,
which was dry, and pulled it down to the lakeside.  I realized that the
moments of action and getting three trout in less than 10 minutes was a
freak, so I decided to just enjoy the morning.  My thoughts were swimming
of Josh and what we did the day before, what we'd done during the week and
what I still wanted to do today.  I began to play out in my head the scenes
from the week, and found that they were all mixed up.  I really couldn't
remember what day it was that I had first fucked him.  Or what day I'd
given him the hand job while fishing in Buckeye Creek.  I tried to recall
which night it was he first showed himself to me, or what night it was that
I gave him head.  The whole week had been so active with various sexual
encounters with Josh that I could not remember them.  My thoughts were
disturbed by seeing the neighbors in the boat, coming back in, most likely
for breakfast.  I didn't have my watch on but figured it was close to 8 AM.
They waved at me and gave me a thumbs up, so I figured they had found some
success.  I went to my stringer, and held it up so they could see my catch.
One of them repeated the thumbs up gesture.  I let the string back into the
water and returned to my chair.  I watched as they piloted the boat in, and
then one of them – the very friendly one – brought their stringer
over.  They had three as well, and one of them looked pretty nice, maybe a
1.5 lb fish.  We chatted a bit until he got called in for breakfast.  I was
hungry too, so after he left I got up and went into the cabin.
	Josh was still in bed, but this time, on his back, with the sheet
pulled halfway down his smooth chest and the blanket down by his hips.
God, I wanted him, bad.  I closed the kitchen door and locked it.  I
stepped quietly over to him.  I looked down at this gorgeous teen boy, and
felt a watering in my mouth.  I reached down to the bulge in the blanket.
He wasn't fully hard, but he was slightly erect.  I started to squeeze it a
bit through the bedding.  I could feel it grow as I squeezed it.  Whether
he was awake or still asleep I didn't care.  I quietly got down on my knees
and reached in under the bedding and found his growing cock.  I slowly
started to stroke it and he responded by shifting his body a little.  I
still had a hold of his cock, and thankfully, his shifting didn't cause me
to release it.  He was now fully erect.  So I began to stroke it more
firmly, giving it strong full strokes, not quick ones.  I didn't want to
wake him up necessarily.  I just wanted him to cum.  He started to make
some noises, and I was guessing that he was having some sort of sexual
dream associated with my stroking him.  It must've been a good one, because
it was not too much longer before he tensed up and his cock pulsed,
shooting out his goo on his belly.  I lifted up the bedding to watch as he
ejaculated.  It was quite a bit.  And he was still asleep.  So I released
his still throbbing cock and pulled my hand out of the bedding slowly.  I
knew that once I let go of the bedding it'd lay back down on his pool of
boy juice, but I actually wanted to let it.  I carefully got myself up off
the floor and went into the kitchen to get a bowl of cereal.
	I went back to the lakeside to eat my breakfast, enjoying the
beauty of the morning.  Even after I finished I just stayed there, watching
the wavelets hitting the shore, and seeing the other boats trolling around
for trout in the morning sun.  I heard a whoop and saw someone near the
other side of the lake hook up and reel in a nice one.  It was a good day
for fishing, I thought.  Finally, I got out of my chair to take my empty
bowl up to the kitchen.  As I walked in I could hear the shower going and
looked to see the empty sofa bed, the sheets pulled back revealing a large
wet spot where they had rested on Josh's cum.  I smiled, knowing I was the
cause of that, and realizing that he might not wish to sleep there tonight.
As I stood there I heard the shower being turned off and the shower door
opened.  I stayed in the doorway from the living room to the kitchen, just
listening and seeing if Josh would come out.  It was then that I heard the
sound of the electric razor starting up.  I figured Josh was trimming his
pubic peachfuzz.  But why is HE doing it, and why is he not waiting to ask
me?  So I turned the corner and stood at the door to the bedroom.
	"Hey.  That's MY job!" I said with mock irritation.  Josh looked up
quickly, stopping his trimming as he did, and smiled.  He held the razor
out to me.
	"OK.  Here you go."  I walked to him.  He hadn't completely dried
off.  His hair was very wet and dripping water onto his chest and
shoulders.  I looked down and thought to myself he is so smooth, why is he
shaving himself.  But I knew that he knew I liked it boyishly smooth down
there, so this was for me.  His cock was limp, but even limp it was a good
4" long.  His balls hung low today too.  They were naturally smooth, so I
only shaved off the area of his belly, from his belly button to his cock
base, and then from one side of his pelvic bone to the other.  Looking at
him now, if I had no clue he was 16, I would swear he looked 12 or even 11.
I turned off the razor and handed it back to him.  He put it away in the
medicine cabinet and turned around to face me.
	"So, what shorts today?"  It was now MY day to decide what to do,
and what I wanted him to wear.
	"Well, if I had MY way, you'd be naked all day." Josh giggled
self-consciously, and said he'd like that too.  "But obviously with our
neighbors" and I nodded my head in the direction of the other cabin "and,
well, if we're lakeside folk can see you'd be naked, we can't do it.  So,
next best thing that is sexy but discrete would be one of the boardshorts,
or, the soccer shorts.  I wish you could wear those modified running
shorts.  But, again, with our neighbors around, you can't.  If we were here
alone and people were on the lake those shorts would be fine, since on the
lake, no one can tell you've modified them."  Josh gave me an "OK" and
walked past me into the bedroom.  I followed him, turning off the light in
the bathroom and looking at his perfect naked teen boy body.  He was bent
over his bag, digging for the soccer shorts.  His fine ass was lit so
nicely by the morning light coming through the bedroom window.  I reached
over with my left hand and just started to touch it with my fingers.  At
that point Josh found the shorts and stood up slowly so that my fingers
could remain on his ass.  He turned his head, looking at me playfully over
his shoulder.
	"Fuck, John.  I love how you can't keep your hands off of me."  He
just stood there as I gently touched his firm ass with my fingers, wanting
to do so much more.  He then bent down, and slipped on the soccer shorts,
bringing them up, and then pulling them down low on his hips.  They were so
low that his slightly growing cock was pointing down, creating a slope in
the shorts just below the waistband.  Part of me really wanted to just
grope it, get him hard, and suck him off.  But part of me – a big part –
wanted to get back out to fish!  Josh interrupted my thoughts.  "You gotta
see this" he said, gesturing over his shoulder to the living room.  He
walked into the living room, with me following.  God! I LOVED how these
soccer shorts clung onto the shape of his ass cheeks and dipped down into
his ass crack!  I wanted to just grab him again and throw him on the bed
and fuck him.  Now, THAT was more interesting to me than fishing!  We got
to the side of his bed with the upturned bedding.
	"See that," he said, pointing to the big cum stain.  "I had the
wildest wet dream and shot that load.  Woke up and just was wet.  I mean,
my belly, my belly button, my cock – totally covered in cum, and it got
on the sheet too."  I was standing next to him now, and as he showed me the
wet spot I reached down and began to massage his firm boy butt through the
fabric of the shorts.  "FUCK, JOHN!  You can't keep your fuckin' hands off
me!" He was smiling.  "See THIS!" he said, pointing at the wet spot in the
bedding.  "I have a feeling YOU did this." Josh crossed his arms, and
turned into me slightly, such that my hand now rested on his hip.  "Did you
give me a hand job this morning?"  He was smiling, that impish slightly
guilty smile meant to get me to confess.  I started to rub his hip.
	"Yeah.  I did it.  I wanted to give you head, but, I wanted you to
stay asleep, so I figured a gentle hand job would do that."  I smiled at
him as I continued to rub his hip.  I had a somewhat guilty feeling about
it, but Josh put his left arm around my waist, leaned in and kissed me on
the cheek.
	"I loved it," he said quietly, dropping his hand to my butt and
giving my butt cheek a squeeze.  I leaned in close to him and kissed him on
the lips.  Soon we were making out, me I with my arm around his waist
pressing my growing cock into his left hip, and him with his hand on my
ass, squeezing my ass cheeks.  As we continued to kiss gently, Josh reached
down with his right hand and began to fiddle with my belt buckle, trying to
undo my cargo shorts.  I pulled back from him a bit to give him the access,
and soon, Josh had undone my fly and pulled my shorts down enough so that
they slipped down my legs to my ankles.  I was not fully erect, as was
Josh.  I moved to my right, simultaneously shifting him to his left so that
my cock was pressed against his ass.  I moved my head down and pressed my
lips against his right shoulder, kissing him gently as he had done to my
cock the day before.  I reached around with my hands, taking the bulge in
his shorts with my left hand, and tickling and teasing his nipples with my
right.  I pressed my cock against his firm ass, slowly humping against him.
I then took my hands and placed them on each of his hips, lacing my fingers
into the waistband of his soccer shorts.  I began to pull them down, moving
my hands back to his ass and pulling the waistband down completely so that
his nice firm butt was free.  I placed one hand on each of his butt cheeks
and squeezed while continuing to gently kiss him on the neck and shoulder.
Josh's breathing deepened as I gently moved my fingers around the waistband
of his shorts to the front.  I stopped kissing him and looked over his
shoulder and down his chest to the tent that was sticking out and pointing
at the window.  I carefully pulled the waistband at the front of his shorts
out, past his hard teen boy cock, and then down so that his cock was now
free.  I then allowed the waistband to return slowly, still holding it, so
that it was now below his boy balls.  It was easy, then, for me to just
pull them down a bit further until they slid down his legs to his ankles.
By now, Josh had moved his hands up behind him and was running his fingers
through my hair on each side of my head.  As his shorts fell to the floor I
grasped his hard boy cock again with my left hand and started to stroke him
as I teasingly ran my fingers up his belly to his belly button, then up his
chest to his very erect nipples.  Josh now firmly grasped my head with both
hands, brining my lips back into contact with his neck, which I eagerly
kissed.  I began to hump against him, feeling my rock hard cock pressing
against his firm ass.  Josh's own cock felt very good and stiff in my left
hand as I stroked it gently, working it in motions to go in rhythm with the
nipple play and humping.  Josh was breathing deeply now, and moaning softly
as I stroked him and humped against him.  His body was rubbing against me
as I pushed against him, and his mouth was open wide in ecstasy.  Josh
released my head, bringing one hand down to my right hand, which was
playing with his nipples.  With his other hand he reached around behind him
and grabbed the bulge in my boxer/briefs.  I wasn't sure what he wanted,
but it was obvious he wanted something as he started to pull at the fabric
of my shorts, pulling them down over my fully erect and leaking cock.  Josh
had difficulty pulling them very far: they only stretched to about my
balls.  So then he took both hands and reached around to behind me, pulling
the waistband down over my flat butt cheeks.  Soon, he had my underwear
pulled down to my thighs, all while still facing away from me as I stroked
his cock.  As soon as my erect cock was free from the fabric of my shorts I
pressed it against his ass, placing it perfectly between his butt cheeks.
I resumed my humping of his firm ass while stroking his cock, thinking how
much I'd love to bend him over and fuck him, even without lube.  Josh moved
his hands back to my hips, pressing me into him even more forcefully.  I
don't know if he knew what I wanted, but he bent forward a bit, which
pushed his firm ass against me even more.  I now grasped both of his hips
and began to hump him vigorously, feeling the firmness of his ass cheeks
against my cock as I pressed them together, making a butt "taco" with my
cock the meat.  Josh was moaning as I humped against him, the sound of the
skin of my rock hard cock rubbing the firm skin of his boy ass almost
drowning out his moans of pleasure.  It was then that Josh moved his hands
off his hips and bent over, placing his hands on the bed.  He then spread
his legs a bit, which opened him up nicely.  It was obvious he wanted me to
fuck him, but I didn't want to get the lube.  I wanted to fuck him then and
there.  Something in me was different this time.  Maybe it was because he
had been the one the day before who did all the initiating, or whatever,
but I felt very aggressive all of a sudden.  I WANTED him!  My cock was
already wet at the tip from precum, and I knew that it wouldn't be a long
fuck since I had already edged once as I humped his ass.  His hole
presented itself nicely, and actually was slightly open.  I pressed the
damp tip of my cock against it.  Josh whispered, telling me to do it –
to fuck him raw.  I pushed in a bit, feeling my cock head slip slightly
into his hole.  His hole continued to part as I pushed in further.  I could
tell that it was a bit painful for him, because he'd make small noises as I
moved in further.  I now wish I had gotten the lube, because I could feel
the tightness of his hole on my cock shaft.  Josh must've sensed something,
because he told me to keep going.  I felt it was almost too much.  I kept
pushing in and then I started to pull out, wanting to fuck him.  I moved
back in, starting to press my cock deeper into his ass, which made him give
out a loud moan.  I stopped, worried that our nosy neighbors might hear,
but Josh told me to continue.  He turned around to me, again telling me to
continue, and then he bit his lip to suppress any sound.  I push myself
into him again, and soon, the wetness of my precum lubricates us enough
that I can fuck him.  I soon start to pound my pelvis against his tight
ass, feeling the slap of my belly on his firm ass.  Something about fucking
Josh like this was so incredibly sexual that it was only moments before I
felt the urge to cum.  But instead of staying in him and shooting my load
in his boy ass, I pulled out and shot my load over his nice, firm butt
cheeks.  Josh gave a scream as I pulled out, but then turned to look over
his shoulder as my cum landed on his back.  I stayed in that position,
pressed against him as my cock finished draining itself on his butt.  Most
of my cum was in his butt crack and now was coating my balls.  I told Josh
to stay there in that position as I went to the bathroom and got his damp
towel off the floor.  I returned to wipe off his lower back and butt,
cleaning out his crack carefully, and then I wiped off my balls.  He stood
up straight, turned around, and kissed me softly on the lips.  I pulled on
my underwear and cargo shorts while Josh pulled up his soccer shorts.  Both
of us, then, collapsed the sofa-bed and replaced the cushions.  As I
watched Josh in these shorts I felt the hunger for him again, and realizing
we were heading home the next day, wondering how I would act at home.
Would I see Josh around the house and desire him or want to fuck him and
not be able to?  How would I act around his mom when he's around?  Or his
sister, knowing that she's a bit slutty?  How would sex with my wife be,
knowing that Josh – a great fuck – was in another room just feet from
our bedroom?  Josh broke my thoughts by saying he was going to go fishing.
He passed by me, put his flip-flops on, and grabbed his tackle, while I
went through the front door and down to where my tackle was resting on the
picnic table.  I looked to our left down to the dock and saw our neighbors
out there, enjoying the mid-morning fishing.  Josh came next to me and
plopped his tackle box on the table.
	"Get any action this morning?" Josh asked, inquiring about whether
I'd caught anything.
	"Yeah," I responded, and changed the subject.  "A few minutes ago"
and I leaned towards him "while fucking your ass."  Josh giggled
self-consciously and shook his head.
	"No, you silly perv.  I mean FISH-wise action."  I smiled and gave
a short laugh.
	"I know what you meant.  Just wanted to have some fun there."
	"Well, I think you DID just a few minutes ago" Josh replied with a
big smile.  Josh looked over at our neighbors for a bit, and then turned
back to me.  "I wonder if I could get away wearing my, uh, special shorts
today, even if they're here."
	"You could risk it.  Or we could move farther up the shoreline so
you could wear them and they'd not be able to tell.  But then, if they came
over to chat you'd have no chance to change into a `regular' pair."
	Josh hummed a bit, and then said "fuck it.  I'll wear `em tonight
for our last night."
	Josh and I set up our casting rods and began our little casting
method that usually had success.  In order to prevent crossing our lines, I
started out to the far left and went about halfway up the shoreline in
front of the vacant cabin, while Josh started at that point and went to the
far right.  I found that a few of my casts would go in the wrong direction
because I'd get distracted looking at Josh as he cast out his line.
Watching his toned smooth body move as he expertly cast out his line was a
joy.  As he would cast he'd almost come up out of his shorts a bit,
revealing a bit more of his butt and belly.  It was difficult to
concentrate on making sure I cast my line out straight.
	We spent the rest of the morning casting, until finally Josh put
his rod back against the table and just sat.  He looked towards the
neighbor's cabin and commented that something was going on.  As I was
retrieving my line I glanced over as well, and saw the two wives walking up
towards the car, with one of them talking to her husband, who was at the
door of the cabin.  "We'll be back by 3" she said, and it was obvious that
she and the other wife were going somewhere.  I looked at Josh, thinking he
might go up and put on the special shorts, but he just sat there.  A few
minutes later we heard the door of the neighbors cabin close, and looked
off in that direction.  The two husbands were carrying their tackle boxes
and trolling rods, heading out to do some fishing on the boat.  As they
started to pile stuff in their boat, Josh got up and headed towards the
cabin.  I had a feeling I knew what he was going to do.  Soon the sound of
a motor being started was heard, and I watched as they backed out the boat
and slowly got into the trolling speed, working their way past the
shoreline just in front of me.  One of the husbands waved at me, and let
his line drag in the water, sending his lure down.  I continued to watch as
they went off in the distance, until I heard footsteps approaching.
	I turned to look, and there was Josh in the "modified" soccer
shorts.  I could tell he was not boned up, or even stiff, because the
fabric hung down pretty straight.  But, DAMN!  They looked good on him.  I
watched as he stepped up to his rod, picked it up from leaning against the
table, and went back out to the shore to do some casting.  I watched as the
fabric, barely holding him in place, would shift a bit and then reveal a
bit of his ass cheek, or sometimes even his cock.  He stayed limp the
entire time, which did surprise me.  I got up and looked around.  There was
no one around and no one on the lake near us.  I stepped up to him as he
was doing a retrieve, and, lifting up the loose fabric, placed my hands on
his butt cheeks and squeezed them.
	"Hmmmmmmm.  Feels nice" Josh said as I squeezed and massaged his
fine, firm ass cheeks.  He finished his retrieve, and cast out again.  Now
I moved my hands to his hips and began to gently run my fingers over the
tightness of his skin.  Josh spread his legs a bit, trying to get more
space for me to move my hands around.  As Josh finished the retrieve of his
line I moved my hands around, under the front fabric of his shorts, and
took hold of his growing cock.  With my other hand I reached down and
cupped his low-hanging smooth balls.  I leaned close to his ear and
whispered.
	"I wanna watch you suck yourself again, and," I paused, giving his
almost fully erect cock a long stroke.  "I have something special I want to
do to you as well."  Josh shuddered and breathed in deeply.
	"Yes," he exhaled excitedly.  I pulled out my hands from his shorts
as he pulled the lure from the water and secured it to the rod.  He stepped
toward the table to let the rod rest there and I could see his now fully
erect cock peeking out from the loose fabric of his modified soccer shorts.
We walked back to the cabin quickly, which made Josh's fully hard cock slip
from the loose fabric of the modified shorts, and completely show itself.
But no one was around, so it was not an issue.  We walked up the front
steps of the cabin and into the living room.  The blinds were open but I
didn't care.  As Josh entered the bedroom he slipped off the modified
shorts quickly, revealing his fully erect cock.  I stripped off my shirt,
cargo shorts, and underwear, which allowed my now hard cock to bounce free.
I told Josh to clean himself out first, and then come back and lay down on
his back.  Josh headed into the bathroom where he got into the shower and
worked on cleaning himself out.  As he did, I went into the kitchen and
took the honey and chocolate syrup out of the cabinet.  They were both the
squeezable pour type, so I had to open up the caps and remove the safety
seal.  As I was doing this I heard the shower shut down, and Josh get out.
The cabin we were in was small, and thin walls, and the bedroom and
bathroom had drop ceilings, so it was not difficult for me to even hear the
sound of Josh drying off through the walls.  I returned to the bedroom just
as Josh walked in there.  He plopped on the bed, face down, but then turned
over to lie on his back.  I just stood over him, awe-struck and how perfect
this teenage boy's body was.  Smooth, very toned, flat chest and belly,
hairless cock and balls, and even his legs were smooth, with a hint of hair
mostly on his lower legs.  I wanted to ravage him, to rape him; such was my
hunger for Josh at that very moment.  Instead, I opened up the bottle of
honey, placing the bottle of chocolate syrup on the bed, and squeezed a bit
onto his left nipple.  I then bent down and licked it purposefully off his
nipple.  Josh shuddered, and took a deep, surprised breath, as my tongue
slid across his nipple, which became erect almost instantaneously.  I then
repeated my activity, but this time, I sucked his nipple and areola into my
mouth, giving it a strong suck, which again elicited a deep breath and
shudder from Josh.  I licked my lips and swallowed the sweetness of the
honey.  Then I closed the bottle top, and placed it down next to the
chocolate syrup, which I opened next.  I now moved to his right nipple and
did the same thing as I had done to the other nipple, just altered my
technique and sucking a bit.  Again, Josh was breathing erratically as I
did this.
	"Fuhhhhhhhhhck, John.  This is so wonderful" Josh said
breathlessly.  His body now was totally relaxed, but as I looked at his
cock he was leaking precum, more than I'd ever seen him leak before.  I now
began to softly kiss his nipples, alternating between the two.  I then
moved up and started to kiss his neck, and his upper chest, then took my
tongue and moved it down in a thin line, tracing down to his navel.  I
licked out his navel, which had a salty taste to it.  He moaned softly as I
did this.  I knew, from my own self-pleasurement, that the navel was an
erogenous zone for a guy, so I spent time drilling the tip of my tongue in
there (he was an innie).  I took the honey and squirted out a bit into his
navel, creating a little puddle.  I then took my tongue and used it to lick
and probe the pit of his belly-button, taking out all the honey I could.  I
felt Josh buck a little, and he whispered that he just had to edge.  His
eyes were closed and his head buried in the pillow, so I knew that this was
having an effect on him.  I only had to turn my head from his navel to his
cock to see it dripping out precum.  So I took my tongue and licked off
what I could, which made his cock jump and convulse.  Josh breathed the
words "fuck" a couple of times and his breathing shortened.  I opened my
mouth at the tip of his cock, waiting for the explosion of boy-juice to
fill my mouth with the salty cream I had enjoyed this week.  But he told
me, with great effort between his quickened breathing, that he had edged
again.  God! I loved this.  I was driving him sexually crazy.  He had edged
twice and all I'd done was lick him.
	I then told Josh to roll over, which he did as I moved up off the
bed.  I felt aggressive and wanted to fuck him right there, but I had other
plans.  I took a hold of his ankles and forcefully pulled him down the bed
so that his legs came off the end of the bed.  I then took the chocolate
syrup, but then realized that if I put it on his hole it'd look like shit
or diarrhea, so I put it down and got the honey instead.  I looped my toes
into my cargo shorts, and pulled them over to use as a knee rest.  I got
down on my knees and told Josh to spread his ass cheeks apart, which he
did.  I then took the bottle of honey and squeeze a small amount right on
his asshole.  As the honey dripped down towards his nice smooth boy balls I
swiped my tongue across his hole from his balls to the crack.  Josh
squirmed as I did this, and moaned loudly.  I poured some more on and this
time took just the tip of my tongue to lick up the sweetness of the honey.
Josh shifted himself again, moaned and breathed deeply.  Then I told Josh
to hold his hole open.  He shifted his hands to his hole, still spreading
his ass cheeks apart, and with a few fingers, opened up his hole.  I
squirted a bit of honey into his nice round opening, and then, curling my
tongue I probed his hole, taking out most of the honey I had squeezed into
there.  This made Josh moan even louder, and he repeated the word "fuck"
several times.  I then licked his hole, rimming him nicely.  I then poured
some more honey on his hole, letting it drip to his smooth boy balls.  When
it got down to his sack I took my tongue, spreading it out like a spatula,
and licked him from his balls to his hole again.
	"FUCK! I'M GONNA CUM!!" Josh said loudly.  I didn't want him to
yet.  Go I took his cock at the base of his shaft and squeeze my fingers
around it, creating a cock-ring.  Josh still shifted his body, and I could
tell he was having an orgasm.  But I still wanted to do more. I didn't want
him to cum yet.  But I couldn't stop it.  Even with my fingers around it I
could feel the pulse and watched as a nice load of boy juice shot from the
end of his cock onto my cargo shorts.  I wanted to milk him, so I started
to firmly stroke his cock, pulling down on it to milk out every bit of his
cum that I could. Now, I hoped that Josh's teen horniness would take over,
and I could still get him to do what I wanted him to do, and what I wanted
to do to him.
	I told Josh to get back up on the bed, and to lie on his back,
which he did.  His cock, even though he'd just shot a nice load, was still
rock-hard.  I then took the chocolate syrup, and, while holding his cock up
straight, I poured a bit out on his cock-head.  I then moved my mouth down
and licked the syrup off of his cock-head like it was a lollipop.  This
made Josh squirm, and he breathed out the word "fuuuuuuuuuuckk" very
slowly.  I repeated my application of chocolate syrup, letting it flow down
his cock shaft, which I then licked from the bottom up.  I then put some on
his piss-slit, and then enclosed just his cock head with my lips, and
slowly sucked off the syrup as I pulled off his cock head.  This made Josh
squirm again.
	"Fuck, John" Josh said as he breathed heavily.  "You're fuckin'
drivin' me wild.  God!  I fuckin' love this" he said between deep breaths.
I then poured out some more syrup on his cock head.
	"Now, it's your turn" I said, looking at Josh's face.  For a moment
he was surprised, then his expression changed and he knew what I meant.  As
the syrup slowly dripped down his shaft, Josh shifted himself on the bed so
that his back was at the head of the bed and his feet on the wall.  Josh
then pushed off the wall with his feet, which made his legs fall back over
him sticking out into the air.  In doing this he had put his hard boy cock
right over his face and, more importantly, right over his mouth.  Now
gravity began to pull the syrup back down his cock shaft as his cock was
pointing at his mouth.  He allowed the syrup to drip slowly off his cock
head and into his mouth, which was wide open to receive it.  Now I moved
myself onto the bed, shifting myself down and staying on my knees so that I
finally had my cock over Josh's face.  As Josh bent up to lick some of the
syrup off his own cock-head, I slowly started to stroke my cock.  Now Josh,
with some effort, scrunched up his body and took his cock into his own
mouth, sucking off the chocolate syrup.  As he did this I began to stroke
myself furiously, intensely excited by what I had done to him with my own
mouth and by watching him suck on his own boy meat.  My self-enjoyment was
interrupted by Josh asking for the bottle of chocolate syrup.  I handed it
to him, and he squirted a copious amount onto his cock shaft, which dripped
down to his cock-head.  He waited for it to get there, then he took his
cock-head into his mouth (which was the most he could do anyway) and sucked
off the syrup.  As more dripped down he repeated his activity.  Then Josh
kept his cock in his mouth and proceed to give himself head as I jerked my
cock rapidly over his face.  I felt the tightness in my balls and the
intensity of my orgasm, and arched my head back as I exploded, shooting cum
on Josh's face, his cock, his balls, and even in his mop of brown curly
hair.  I continued to milk myself, holding my cock over his mouth so that
my cum dripped onto his lips, which were still enveloped around his
cock-head.  As I finished milking myself, Josh shuddered, and I could see
his cock shaft pulse as he shot his load into his mouth.  I then sat back
onto my legs, so relaxed and relieved after this fantastic sexual
experience.  Josh pulled his cock out of his mouth and asked me to help him
push his legs up, which I did.  His feet thumped against the wall above the
head of the bed.
	"Fuck, John" he breathed.  "Something about you licking me and
having me do self oral just is the most fuckingly intense thing we've done
this week".  He paused, catching his breath and playing with his nipples.
He kept his eyes closed as his breathing slowed.
	"I dunno what it is.  But even being fucked by you is NOT as
intense as what we just did or what we did a couple of days ago when you
licked me.  It's like it's so fuckin' sensual, not just sexual, ya know?"
Josh opened his eyes and moved his head back to look at me.  I nodded and
agreement and spoke a breathless "yeah."  Josh laid on the bed for a few
minutes, rubbing himself in places I had licked him – his nipples, his
balls, his innie.  I moved off the bed, feeling hungry now for something to
eat.
	"I'm hungry" I said as I stretched out lazily.  Josh said he was
too, and said he'd make lunch for us, but he needed to shower first.  I
looked down at his face, laced with my cum which also was in his hair.  He
got off the bed and went to shower.  I decided to check on the time, and it
was nearly 1 PM.  I carefully went into the living room and looked out to
the neighbor's dock, and the boat was still out.  So we were still alone on
the property.  I was really thirsty, after all the licking, so as Josh
finished up his shower I went and got a cold beer.  I cracked it open and
just looked towards the lake, so nice and peaceful.  I needed to shower
too, so I went into the bathroom as Josh was drying off, and stepped into
the shower to just clean off what cum residue I had on my cock and balls.
I got out, took one of the last few clean towels, dried off, and got into
my underwear and cargo shorts.  I could hear through the thin walls the
sounds of Josh making lunch.  I walked into the kitchen to see Josh, still
naked, putting the finishing touches on our sandwiches.  I must've looked
shocked, because Josh looked at me and just said "What?"  He finished up
the sandwiches, putting them on a couple of paper plates, and then handed
mine to me.
	"Why bother putting anything on?  We're still alone – I checked.
As long as we're in the cabin, might as well be naked."  I just shrugged my
shoulders and, putting my sandwich on the dining table, undid my belt, took
off my cargo shorts, and then slipped off my underwear.
	"Of course, we could get REAL ballsy and sit outside" I said,
tipping my head towards the table just off the kitchen door.  I could tell
Josh was thinking about it, but he shook his head and said "naa."  So, we
sat at the dining table, naked, eating our sandwiches and chips. Every once
in a while Josh would steal a glance at my package.  Of course, I'd do the
same.  We even had a moment where we played a game: he'd look and quickly
fake that he was NOT looking, and I'd do the same.  We'd giggle every time.
I was surprised that during all of this neither of us got hard.  It
actually seemed natural and comfortable.  We finished our sandwiches –
Josh wolfing his down – and then Josh went into the bedroom and slipped
on his board shorts, with me soon following and putting on my clothes too.
I envied Josh in that he'd go without a shirt and tan, whereas I had to
wear a shirt and even a hat to keep the sun off my fair skin.
	We got our bait tackle and returned to the shore.  Maybe I should
say something here about how Josh and I fished and the gear we had set up.
We brought 3-4 rod set ups for each of us: usually one for casting a lure,
then two different bait set ups so we could float bait or a nightcrawler,
and then we both had trolling rigs, although I was the only one who had
used it this week, when we were on the pontoon with the nosy neighbors.  So
here, on this fine, warm, gorgeous Friday afternoon, our last day in the
cabin, Josh and I chose to fish using bait.  I had a method of having
different Powerbaits on each set up, and then I'd toss them out into the
grassy area about 20' off the shore.  Josh would do the same, but cast one
past the grassy area, and then one in the grassy area.
	I sat on my chair looking to my right and seeing this gorgeous teen
boy standing just a couple of feet from me, with his smooth toned body,
flat chest and belly, and board shorts riding low on his hips.  I felt a
hunger for him again, a desire to ravage him, use my mouth all over him, to
bend him over and rape him.
	"You're fuckin' unbelievable, John" Josh said.  He had seen how I
was staring at his body.  "You're just a fuckin' pervy dude.  Whaddya wanna
do to me now?" Josh asked, crossing his arms and looking over his shoulder
at me.  I giggled, not worried that he actually was thinking what he said.
	"Does it bother you?  I mean, I'll stop – I'll have to, anyway,
when we get home."
	"No," he replied.  "Doesn't bother me.  But I just can't believe
that you're so fuckin' horny for me that you just can't keep your eyes offa
me.  Whaddya wanna do to me?"  Josh turned towards me and bent over,
placing his hands on his knees.  "What?" he asked again, quietly, and with
an impish grin on his face.
	"Well, you know, I just get a hunger for you.  I want to have you
in my mouth, whether it's your cock, your shaved balls, you entire body,
and now even your asshole.  I want it.  I look over and see this delicious
teen boy with a perfect body, perfect cock, perfect balls, perfect ass –
and I want him.  Badly.  My mouth literally waters – I salivate –
thinking of doing something to you – whether sucking your cock or
licking your balls, or now eating your hole out.  I just get hungry for
you."  Josh gave me a smile and stood up straight.
	"I can't believe how this week has turned out," he started
quietly. "I had HOPED we'd have some fun, but I never expected all the
stuff we've been doing with each other to happen like it has."  He looked
at me.  "It's been fuckin' wonderful."  Josh paused.  "But what are ya
gonna do when we get home?  You can't just fuckin' drool every time you see
me in just shorts, and I don't think mom would like it if she found you
fucking me over the dining table.  And you KNOW mom is gonna wanna fuck you
when we get home."  Josh giggled.  He was right.  What was I going to do?
I knew that having had Josh as a lover this week would change things, and
hopefully I could act like nothing happened.  And he was right about his
mom too.  She was, like her son, a bit on the horny side.  I'm sure that
Saturday night she'd want to have a good lovemaking session since I'd been
gone all week.  It was then that I shared with Josh my recurring dream from
the week, where I had dreamt about his mom, his sister, he and I all
involved with each other.  I mentioned one scene from my dream where his
sister was on her back, his mom was between his sister's legs eating her
pussy, he, Josh, was pounding his mom from behind while I was over his
sister with my cock in her mouth.  Josh loved the dream, but realized that
his mom would never do something like this, and he was pretty sure his
sister wasn't into me.
	We fished lazily as the afternoon rolled on.  The wives came back a
bit after 3 PM, and the nosy husbands around 4 PM, just as the winds
started to really pick up.  They were having difficulty getting the boat
into the slip, so Josh and I went over and took their line and pulled the
boat in, securing it to the big O rings that were in the concrete of the
dock.  The men thanked us, and asked if we had had any luck.  We had caught
two before the wind picked up, but nothing since.  We helped them get all
their tackle out of the boat, and then helped them get out.  The wind was
really buffeting the boat.  They showed us their stringer, which had a
couple of nice trout on there, but no lunkers.  We chatted with them a
while, and Josh offered to help clean their fish, which they politely
declined, saying they could take care of it.  I could tell that these men
were impressed with Josh, and throughout the week he'd been polite,
respectful, and conversational.  One of the men started asking Josh about
having any girlfriends at home, which he said he did (a lie), and started
to describe some hot babe, which I finally realized was the young Mexican
housekeeper he chatted with the day before.  I thought that was
interesting.  As the wind continued to buffet us, Josh and I excused
ourselves to go put our tackle away before it blew away.  We went back to
the table, which was out of site from the front of the nosy neighbor's
cabin, since the cookhouse blocked it.
	"That was interesting," I commented as we walked back to the table.
"You were describing our young housekeeper girl."  Josh chuckled.
	"It was either her, or Anna Kournikova, and they might have picked
up on that." Josh started to pack up his stuff.  We got everything packed
up and back in the cabin.  I took a beer from the `fridge and went back
down to our table.  The wind was somewhat stronger than it had been some of
the other late afternoons.  Usually we do get a wind coming from the west
in the evenings, but not so strong that you had to shut down fishing
operations.  I knew it was still early: when I had gotten my beer I had
glanced at the clock in the kitchen and it had said 4:20 PM.  I actually
didn't know what to do.  I couldn't do anything with Josh, since the
neighbors were there.  I couldn't fish because of the wind.  So I decided
to just relax and enjoy the afternoon on the last day we'd be at the cabin.
Josh came back and sat next to me, having thrown on a t-shirt.  It was
tight on him, which I liked.  There were some things he wore that I liked
because they were baggy, and there were some things I liked because they
were loose.  This t-shirt on him was tight, and it looked great.  It
accentuated his toned arms and shoulders. I took a sip of my beer and
looked at him, and found myself hungering for him again.  I knew that
tonight was our last night.  I wanted to make this night great, even if it
did mean getting my cock shaft all irritated from fucking Josh bareback.
	"What did you have planned for dinner tonight?" Josh asked,
breaking my thought pattern.
	"Uh, I dunno.  We have some fish we could grill up, right?"  I
really had planned for something this night, but with eating at our
neighbors on occasion, my menu plan for the week was up in the air.  "We
could do burritos.  I have the beans, cheese and stuff."
	"I got an idea!" Josh exclaimed.  "It's our last night; so, let's
go eat at the marina."  I liked the sound of that idea.  It was nearly 5
PM, but we knew the restaurant at the marina closed at 7 PM, so we decided
to head on over at about 5:30.  I grabbed another beer and enjoyed the late
afternoon sunlight.  We headed over to the restaurant after 5:30 PM,
pulling up in the parking area near the pier that sticks out into the lake
and helps form the marina.  We walked in and could see the front part of
the restaurant was crowded.  Basically, the restaurant had a front room and
a back room, and a bar to the right of the front room.  Behind the bar was
the kitchen area.  Our hostess, one of the older women who had worked at
the restaurant for decades, took us into the back section of the
restaurant, where we were seated at a booth next to the hallway that led to
the bathrooms.  This part of the restaurant had a lunch counter type of
seating arrangement too, but I did prefer the booth.  Josh sat with his
back to the restroom hallway, so he was able to see things in the
restaurant.  All I could see was a painting of mallard ducks in flight, and
several trophy-sized brown and rainbow trout, stuffed on plaques and
adorning the walls.  I started to look at the menu, which was standard
fare: burgers, sandwiches, fish, chicken and meat dinners.  After all the
fish this week, and a couple of the meals I'd fixed, a nice chicken or
steak dinner sounded good, but so did the French Dip sandwich.
	"Holy shit, John!" Josh breathed excitedly, looking up from his
menu.  "She's here.  Look!"  And he gestured with a nod of his head to turn
and look over my shoulder.  I did, and saw our young Mexican housekeeping
girl, apron on, taking orders from a table near us.  She was quite pretty,
with her long black hair tied up in a long ponytail, tight jeans, running
shoes that looked well-used, and a nice tight white short-sleeved t-shirt
that showed she had a very nice figure.  The other day I wasn't able to see
how good she looked because she had a big baggy hoodie on.  Now she looked
good.  I turned my head back just as she finished up taking their order,
hoping she'd be our waitress.  She started walking towards us, not looking
at our table, but flipping over the sheet from the order she'd just taken,
getting ready to take our order.
	"Hi, guys.  What can I get you to drink?"  Her voice was sweet,
with barely a touch of an accent.  Both Josh and I were looking at her, but
she hadn't really looked down to see who she was talking to.  As she did,
she hesitated.  She looked first at Josh, then quickly at me, then back at
Josh.
	"Hi," Josh started.  He was so good at this.  "So, you're from
housekeeping, right?  We're in lakeshore #2, remember?  So, you work here
too?"  The young girl stammered, but recovered, and again looked at Josh,
then quickly at me, then back at Josh with a longer glance.  It seemed
every time she looked at me she was trying to keep from making eye contact,
as if she was worried that to do so, would give away something.
	"Um," she started.  "Yeah.  I work wherever they tell me to work,
pretty much."  She shifted her body a bit, dropping her arms to her waist,
which revealed her breasts, which were nicely sized – not small or big.
She had a nice tight body, which really was good to see.  "Wh-what can I
get you to drink?" she slightly stammered, clearing her throat as she said
it.  Josh ordered a Coke, and I ordered a beer.  She nodded her head when
she had it written down.  As she took our drinks order she looked at Josh,
but avoided eye-contact with me.  She turned and walked away.
	"Now we'll get an idea of how old she is." Josh looked confused.  I
resumed.  "If she's under 21 she can take our order for drinks, but she
can't serve anything alcoholic.  So, if someone else brings the beer, then
she's under 21."  Josh nodded his head that my idea was good.  She returned
shortly after that with his Coke, and commented to me that the beer was on
its way.  She asked if we were ready or if we needed more time, to which I
replied that we needed a minute or so more.  She cleared her throat again,
turned and walked towards the kitchen.  Another server, an older woman,
brought my beer out.  Josh and I started to look at the menus, and we
pretty much had our minds made up by the time the girl returned.
	"So, you like working here at the restaurant better than
housekeeping?" I asked her before she could ask for our order.
	"It's OK," she said with resignation.  "I work here, the store,
mostly housekeeping.  My aunt is on the housekeeping staff, so she's gotten
me work here the last couple of summers.  I'm saving up for college."  That
told me she was still in high school or just graduated.  Josh said that was
cool that her aunt did that, and asked if that was her aunt that she'd been
with the times they came to our cabin. "Yeah," she replied, looking between
the two of us as she spoke.  "She lives in Bridgeport so I come up and stay
with her from Memorial Day until Labor Day."
	"Oh, so you don't live in Bridgeport?" I asked her, and she timidly
looked at me.  "No.  I live in Redlands, but my aunt lives in Bridgeport."
I then asked her where she went to school, mentioning the University of
Redlands before she interrupted me.
	"Oh.  I can't afford that!" she smiled and laughed slightly.  She
now shifted her body so that she was facing me.  "I'm going to go to San
Bernardino Valley College, then transfer to either Cal State Fullerton or
San Diego State.  My major is communications."  She had it all figured out.
So, it sounded like she had just graduated from high school.  I commented
that it sounded like a good plan, and she gave me a smile, the kind that
said she appreciated my approval of her plan.  I then thought to myself
that I hope she doesn't think of me as a "father" figure and frankly, I
didn't want that.  Thankfully, Josh interceded.
	"D'ya ever get a day off?" Josh asked.  She continued to face me,
but turned her head towards Josh.  Shrugging her shoulders, she said she
rarely did, but since there wasn't anything to do in Bridgeport anyway, she
figured she might as well work and get the money.  "That's a good attitude"
I commented, then realized I didn't want to sound "parental".
	"Really.  There's nothing to do up here" she said again, this time
looking at me.  It was as if she was telling me she wanted me to give her
something to do.  She had emphasized the "nothing".  She shrugged her
shoulders again and looked at me.  "All I do is work, sometimes 14 hours a
day, no overtime, and I only have Sundays off."  She quieted down, and
looked around to make sure none of the staff overheard her.  "But I make
enough money working here from Memorial Day to when school starts to cover
my entire tuition at SBVC.  I live at home with my mom and stepdad, and
work part time at home, so, it's good to work now and make this money while
I can.  I'll have my `fun' after school starts" she finished with a
chuckle.  She turned and started to walk away.  After a few steps she
stopped, and turned around and returned to our table.  Giving herself a
palm to her forehead, she said "Duh! Forgot to get your order."  She took
the little pad and her pen out from her apron, and asked Josh what he
wanted.  He told her the cheeseburger, with fries.  She then turned to me,
facing her shoulders right at me, and dropped her hands down to her apron
to expose her nice young firm breasts.  I found that I now was distracted.
They were not big, but good sized.  Plenty to get my hands and mouth on.
	"Sorry," I apologized to her.  "I was distracted there myself."
She giggled.  I knew what I wanted, but I tried something to see if I could
engage her more.  "What do you recommend?  I mean, what – if you could
be sitting here and having dinner with me – would YOU choose from the
menu?"  I had picked my words carefully.  She moved to her left and stood
next to me, her hip resting against the cushion of the seat back, and her
breasts inches from my face.  She extended her hand towards the menu.  She
had a nice toned arm.  This girl was not a typical chubby or even slightly
overweight girl.  She worked hard and her body showed it.  I noticed as my
eye glanced from her left breast to her waist that her tight t-shirt left a
bit of midriff showing, and there was no flabbiness at all.  This girl must
have been an athlete in high school.
	"That's what I'd suggest" she finished, standing up straight.  I
had totally NOT heard what she recommended.
	"I'm sorry, I was distracted again.  What did you like?"
	She smiled.  "The meatloaf.  It's good.  But I also like the
cheeseburger" she added, pointing at Josh to indicate that he'd ordered
something she liked.  I wasn't that hungry, and the meatloaf was a full
meal with mashed potatoes, steamed veggies and bread.  I tilted my head as
if I was still undecided, but I knew what I wanted.
	"It's Friday, our last night here, so...meatloaf."  She picked up
our menus, wrote down my selection commenting that it was a good choice.
	"That's right," she started. "You're in lakeshore #2, so you check
out tomorrow.  I'll be working on the cabins tomorrow."
	"We'll make sure it's clean for you" Josh stated helpfully.
	"Thanks," she replied.  "You would not BELIEVE how some people
leave their cabins! " I made up my mind then and there that not only would
I make sure the cabin was clean, but I'd even leave a cash tip for her, and
of course, her aunt.  That made me realize I didn't know her name.  They
didn't use name tags here.
	"Oh, what's your name?" I asked as she turned to walk to the
kitchen.
	She smiled.  "Christina, but I go by Chris."  I repeated her name
in full, which elicited a small smile from her.  I then introduced
ourselves to her.  She pointed back to us and asked "father and son?", to
which I responded father and stepson.  She gave another small smile and
turned around.  Her jeans were tight, not sprayed-on tight, but tight
enough to see she had a nice ass and nice inner-thigh clearance.  I was
falling in love.
	Josh leaned in close to me from across the table.  "DUDE!  You are
SO in!  She totally digs on you.  You gotta ask her over tonight."  He
paused, looking at her over at the kitchen pass-through, putting our order
in.  "I wonder if she's a cherry?"  Josh seemed almost more worked up by
this girl than I was.
	"Man, I couldn't ask her over.  She'd probably think I'm some pervy
older married dad, and she might think that's sick.  I mean, I can tell
she's into me, but...asking her over?"  I shook my head.  I wanted her,
badly.  And I was pretty sure that even Josh wanted her.  But I just was
too concerned that if I asked she'd be turned off.
	"Ok," Josh said, lowering his voice.  "I'll ask."  He sat up
straight, shrugged his shoulders as if to say that asking her over was no
big deal.  But it was safer coming from him, that was for sure.
	Christina walked over to the other table that was in her station to
check in on them, and then took the order for drinks from an older couple
who had just been seated at the table at the far end of the room.  She was
very pretty.  I started to wonder how she stayed in shape so well.  My
first guess was that she was an athlete in high school.  She wasn't too
tall, but she could have done track, or basketball or volleyball.  I knew I
wanted to find out.  After having sucked and fucked Josh all week, the idea
of young pussy sounded very nice.  I turned back to Josh, who obviously
knew what I was thinking.
	"John, I'll get you into her pants.  You want it, don't you?"  I
smiled wryly, knowing that he was right on the mark.  I was getting more
and more into Christina.  I loved Latina girls anyway, ever since I had
dated a Mexican girl a few years before.  Josh sat across the table from
me, fidgeting with his hands, and I could tell he was bouncing his right
leg on his foot, like he usually did when he was restless and wanting
something.  I knew this behavior: it usually meant he was thinking of
something or up to something.  But now I knew what he was up to.  He was
thinking of how he could get Christina to the cabin so we, or at least I,
could fuck her.  A few minutes later our dinners came out.  Christina
handed Josh's cheeseburger off to him first, with a "there you go" comment.
But as she handed me my dinner, she seemed more attentive and engaged.
	"And here's yours, what I'd be having if I were joining you" she
said, her hands gesturing with each word, making it obvious that she was
nervous saying it.  She now smiled at me and placed her hands together
almost in a gesture of praying.  She looked first at Josh, and then at me,
smiled and asked "Can I get you anything else?"  Her pretty brown eyes
pierced mine.  I opened my mouth, intent on saying "your phone number?",
when Josh spoke.
	"Yeah," he said.  She turned her head to look at him.  "Your phone
number?"  She giggled a little, and looking first at Josh to respond, and
then to me, she replied.
	"I wouldn't want to give you my aunt's phone number."  She gave one
of those quirky facial expressions that indicated she was sorry for having
to tell us that, placed her fingertips on the table edge, and asked again
if we wanted anything, making sure she added "for your dinner?", so that
Josh knew what she meant.
	"Ketchup and maybe some extra napkins, one with your phone number
on it."  Josh was persistent.  And yet, she was responding to it.  It was
actually making her laugh and smile, and she had both a pretty laugh and a
pretty smile.  But it was then I realized that he was trying to make
himself look immature so that she'd be more into me, since I was not
pressing her for her phone number.
	"I'll get you ketchup and napkins.  Just not sure about my phone
number."  She was smiling, and I could tell she was enjoying the attention.
She turned from the table and returned in a moment with the ketchup and
napkins.  After she dropped off the items at our table, she went to one of
the other tables with their check.
	"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked Josh quietly.  "I mean,
she's thinkin' it's funny the way you keep asking her for her number."  I
took a bite of the meatloaf.  Josh was wolfing down the cheeseburger.
	"Don't worry," he said, taking some fries and biting them in half.
"I'm just tryin' to keep her here at our table and talking to us."  He
swallowed, and then took a long gulp from his Coke.  "I can still get you
into her pants."  I was beginning to have my doubts about that.  Christina
came by a couple of minutes later to do the usual "how is everything"
required question.  Josh did another request, saying that everything would
taste better if he had her phone number.  She smiled at him again, and then
looked at me, giving a little laugh as if to say "your stepson is pushy and
I'm no longer finding this amusing but annoying."  Josh was done a couple
of minutes later, and Christina returned again to take his plate.  She
asked if I wanted another beer, but I declined, asking for ice water
instead.  She came back a minute later with a tall glass of ice water for
me, and asked if we wanted any dessert.  Josh just gave her a smile.
	"I know what YOU want" she said to him.  "Lemme guess.  A piece of
assle pie with my phone number."  I liked her play on words, subbing
"assle" for "apple".  But then I thought to myself that she was now
irritated with all his suggesting and he'd just fucked up any chance for me
to have her tonight.  Josh gave her a big, shit-eating grin.  Either he was
totally confident that he could get her for me, or he realized that he'd
just fucked it all up.  When we declined dessert she pulled out our check,
and placed it on the table.  She told me I could pay at the cashier, said
goodnight, and turned and walked away.
	"Dude!" I whispered to Josh.  "You TOTALLY put her off!"  I wasn't
mad or anything, since I never felt I had a chance with her anyway.  He
just shook his head.
	"Trust me" he said.  I got up and headed towards the cashier.  As I
did I passed Christina as she was carrying out the order for the table
behind ours.  She smiled at me and said a very sweet and nice "G'nite".  I
smiled back, returning her "g'nite" and added her name, saying it gently
and sweetly.  Now I DID want her, and I was all of a sudden pissed at Josh
for fucking it up.  I finished paying the bill and noticed that Josh was
not next to me or behind me.  I turned to look, and saw him talking to
Christina, standing close to her, touching her shoulder, and she had her
hands in her apron pockets.  As he talked to her she looked up at me, and
her eyes were warm and affectionate.  She then said something to Josh,
gently shaking her head, taking a hand out of her pockets and gesturing.
Josh then nodded his head, saying something else to her, and started to
walk towards me.  As he did he shoved his hands in his pockets, and I
looked at Christina, who had a very slight but pleasant smile on her face.
Her eyes were on me, and I felt them burn into my heart.  I smiled gently
back to her, turned, and followed Josh out of the restaurant.
	We got into my Jeep and started to head back to the cabin.  It was
still light, so I wanted to get home to see if we could get some twilight
fishing in.  As we drove slowly along the shore, I asked Josh what he had
said to her.
	"Well," he started.  "I asked her again to come to our cabin, that
we – and I said we – wanted her to come and chill with us.  She asked
why I had been such a dick, and I told her it's because I wanted her to be
into you.  Then I told her that you liked her but were too shy to ask her
yourself and that you were worried that if you asked she'd think you were
some old creep.  She told me she thought you were very nice and very good
looking, and would never have thought of you as a creep if you had asked.
She said she liked you, but then gave me the same excuse about her aunt,
and said she was sorry that she couldn't come to the cabin.  I then told
her that if she changed her mind she knew where we were.  And, that was it,
that's when I walked away."  I felt relieved, and also, to an extent,
validated.  Here was this pretty 18 year old girl who liked me and thought
I was very good looking.  At this point, I didn't care if she came over or
not.  To have learned how she felt about me, and to have spent the week
fucking, sucking and licking a hot 16 year old teen boy, well, my ego and
libido were just sailing high!  Soon, we were pulling down the driveway to
the property, seeing the twilight on the stillness of the lake.  Josh said
he'd get our casting tackle.  As I locked up the Jeep and headed to the
shore, Josh grabbed our rods and just my tackle box and was down by my side
in a couple of minutes.  We started to cast our lines out, but I must
confess that my mind was more on Christina, her nice body, her warm smile,
her deep brown eyes.  We only could fish for about 30 minutes before it got
too dark to continue.  We took our tackle back up to the cabin, and decided
to watch a movie.  I really had no hope that Christina would join us, but
yet, I didn't want to be active at this time with Josh, in fear that she
might actually come over.  I thought about turning on the porch light, just
in case, but opted against it, because I didn't want our nosy neighbors to
be curious or annoyed at it being on, and drawing attention to the cabin.
We set up the TV/VCR combo, dragged out a movie, popped it in, and placed
ourselves on the couch, watching, not making contact so that nothing could
start between us, just in case...
	I'm not sure what time it was, but the movie was well into being
halfway done when there was a gentle knock on the kitchen door.  Josh and I
simultaneously looked at each other, and I got up as the movie continued to
play.  I looked at the clock as I walked into the kitchen, and it was after
10 PM.  I didn't turn on the porch light, again not wanting to get the nosy
neighbors interested.  I opened the door, and there, on the door stoop, was
Christina.
	"Hi" she said quickly and nervously.  Her hands were shoved into
the pockets of her zipped-up hoodie, and she had pulled the hood up over
her head.
	"Hi!" I responded warmly.  "C'mon in" and I opened the door wide
and gestured for her to come in.  As she walked in I looked across the way
and saw the lights were still on in the nosy neighbor's cabin, so I figured
they were still up.  I was actually relieved, since with the lights on in
there, you could not see out easily.  They probably couldn't see her
arrive, which was good.  But then again, did I care?  I closed the door
quietly and turned to face Christina in the kitchen.
	"I'm glad you came, although, I must confess, I didn't think you
would."
	She shrugged he shoulders.  "Sometimes, on Friday nights, I stay at
the village, especially if I have breakfast duty the next morning, which I
actually DO have breakfast duty tomorrow.  So, I told my aunt I was
staying, and, she was OK with that."
	I nodded my head.  "Ok.  Well.  I'm very glad you came.  Didja have
someone drop you off or did you drive?" I trailed off, waiting for her
answer.
	"I walked" was her quick reply.
	"You walked?  From the village? In the dark?"  I must have sounded
parental.
	"I'm OK with it."  She sounded defensive, just as she would if I,
as her dad, were scolding her.  "I walked on the side facing traffic, and
had a flashlight" and she then added in a teasing voice "DAD".  She
giggled, and I smiled, knowing I'd overstepped my bounds.  Funny, she was
there for us to (and I assumed this) have sex, and yet I was treating her
like a child.  I stopped that immediately, and thought to myself "treat her
like a grown woman".
	"Can I get you something?" I asked, pointing at the fridge.
"Bottled water? Beer? Wine?  I do have Scotch."
	She tilted her head a bit.  "Beer's fine.  I can't drink anything
more than that" she said, shaking her head.  "Wine just makes me sleepy.
But, yeah, a beer is fine."  I resisted the urge to be parental again and
asked if she'd drank beer.  I had a feeling she had.  I opened the fridge
and took out a couple of bottles, cracked them open and handed one to her.
We clinked the bottles together and simultaneously took a drink."
	"I've never seen the cabins at night.  It's dark out there, and in
here.  Is there a light in here?" she said, looking up to the kitchen
ceiling.  I went over the lighting in the cabin, telling her that we bring
a nightlight every year and plug it in with an extension cord, which I
pointed to as it snaked its way from the kitchen outlet (there are none in
the living room) over the door, over the half-wall and into the living room
itself.  As I took her into the living room to show where the extension
cord was, she smiled and gave Josh a quiet "hello".  He simply said hello
back and didn't even bother to get up.  At first I was thinking "where are
his manners", but then realized that if he got up he'd probably talk to
her, and I could tell he was trying to keep her interest solely on me.  I
suggested to Christina that we go and talk down by the lakeside.
	"Is your sweatshirt warm enough?  I can get you a jacket."
	She shook her head.  "No.  This is fine.  I'm warm enough in this."
I grabbed my jacket from the bedroom, and returned to Christina.  We went
out the front door, carefully walking down the steps.  I didn't turn on the
porch light, for fear that it would arouse our neighbor's curiosity.  Plus,
it was much more peaceful and even romantic in the night hearing the water
lapping against the stone wall that created the property's edge of the
lake.  She slipped her hand into my arm, saying she couldn't see too well,
and figured I knew the way.  Images of me and Josh out here from a few
nights before filled my head, and I quickly suppressed them.  This was her
night.  This was OUR night.
	We slowly walked to the lakeside, which we could see the faint
traces of because lights from the houses across the lake were glistening on
the water.  We found the picnic table in front of the vacant cabin, and sat
on the table top, placing our feet on the bench.  We just sat there, in
silence for a few moments, drinking our beers and enjoying the sound of the
water on the stone wall.
	"So," Christina stared.  "You're married to Josh's mom, right? Or,
are you divorced and Josh lives with you?"
	I decided to be truthful and honest right then.  "Yes, I'm married
to his mom."
	"How long have you been married to her?"  She took a sip of beer.
	"Um, two years now.  We've been together for four years."
	"So, how do you think Josh feels about me coming over?"  There was
concern in her voice.
	I gave a small laugh.  "Uh, who was it who asked you to come over?
And who told you that I was attracted to you?"  Christina answered the
question with Josh's name.  "He's not as innocent or naοve as you may
think."  I took a sip of beer.
	"Is he...experienced?"  Christina asked.
	"Nooooooo," giving her a long, thoughtful, and not quite honest
reply.  "He's just not naοve or innocent."  I smiled, knowing that she
probably couldn't see it.  "I mean, he noticed on your first visit here
that you were, well, looking at me, and really, that's why he asked you out
then, was, well, for me.  Same thing yesterday when you were here, he saw
your" and I paused, "attraction towards me, and of course, tonight, he
noticed that you were attracted, and, um, just took matters into his own
hands."
	"So, he's totally OK with me being here, and you and I, uh,
well..." and she trailed off.
	"Yes" I assured her.  There was another long pause as we both took
sips from our beers.  I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden.  I felt like I
had when I was Josh's age and terrible with girls.  I didn't know what to
say, and I didn't want to just "move in" on her.
	"It's pretty out here" Christina said quietly.
	"It'd be nice if we had a full moon" I replied. "Be more romantic,
and I could see you better."  I heard a small giggle from her.  "Plus,
making love in the moonlight can be very romantic." FUCK!  Why the FUCK did
I say that???  But Christina just placed her hand on my shoulder, turning
her body slightly so that her left breast pressed against my right arm.
	"I've heard that, too..." Her voice trailed off as she began to
touch my earlobe gently.  I turned my face towards hers, and even in the
dark, I could just make the outlines of her cheeks, her chin, but I could
not see her eyes.  But even in the dark I could feel them piercing me, and
inviting me to kiss her.  I leaned in, wetting my lips as I did, and felt
her lean in closer as well.  Our lips touched, gently.  The gentle little
kisses that say nothing more than "this is the first kiss...and the start".
No open mouths, no tongues. Just lips, making that little sound of kissing
that is so innocent yet speaks loudly of growing desire and eagerness to
become intimate.  I put my beer down on the table to my left, and reached
my right arm around her, softly placing my hand on her slim waist.  This
allowed me to turn more into her, and she respond by turning more into me.
Our kisses grew in duration, and wetness, and although still soft and
gentle, were growing in passion.  She put her beer down next to her as
well, and slipped her left arm around my waist.  She dropped her right hand
onto my right thigh, which sent a shock of electricity through me – even
more exhilarating that the kissing was her touch on my thigh.  Something
was guiding us on, some new passion fueled by a strong mutual attraction.
Christina raised her hand from my thigh and placed it on the left side of
my face, pulling me closer into her.  She began to caress my cheek, with a
good 2-day stubble of whiskers.  She broke our kiss.
	"I think a man that hasn't shaved for a couple of days" and she
took a deep breath, her voice trembling slightly, "is VERY sexy."  All I
could do was give a faint smile, which, even in the dark, I'm sure she
could see, and probably feel, as she caressed my cheek.  We returned to
kissing, which became wetter, and accompanied by soft moans from Christina.
I pulled off her lips, and slipped from the bench, moving in front of her.
I parted her knees and stepped into her, placing both hands on her face.  I
couldn't see her expression, but something told me it was inviting and
warm, and willing.  I brought my lips to hers and began to kiss her again.
Softly, gently, moving my lips, not just keeping them stationary.  Her lips
were open, warm, wet and receptive.  I pulled back and took a breath
myself.  What was happening?  Here was this beautiful and willing 18 year
old girl, seemingly as open to me as Josh had been all week.  Maybe it was
self-confidence or an air of sexuality that was leading all this.  I don't
know.  But I was going with it, letting it lead me, yet keeping it in
control, like a coachman on a stagecoach, keeping his energetic horses
reigned and in control, yet letting them move forward.
	As we continued to kiss, I moved my lips from hers and began to
softly kiss her left cheek, moving back to her ear, taking her earlobe
between my lips and pulling on it gently.  She responded by pushing her
breasts into me, and shifting her head to her right.  I moved my lips down
to her neck, again kissing her gently – just touching her skin with my
lips.  For some reason, as much as I wanted her, I knew this would actually
be much more sensual to her, and could possibly make her more desirous of
having me than if I just went after her like a wild teenage boy eager to
get his dick in her pussy.  I slowly moved down her neck, applying soft
touches to her skin as I did.  She now was moving back and forth slowly,
pressing her firm breasts against me, then pulling back, then back into me,
all the while also undulating her hips into mine.  Her hoodie was beginning
to slip off her shoulders, and even though I wanted to rip it off, I held
onto it and kissed her exposed skin at the bottom of her neck.  She pushed
her head back as I started to kiss her under her chin, and then over to the
right side of her face.  She was now squeezing her thighs around my hips,
and was beginning to press her pussy into my groin.  I was fully erect, and
leaking, but really wanted to resist the urge to rip her clothes off and
fuck her right there.  I was enjoying this foreplay too much to do that.
As her breathing changed, alternating between quick breaths, deep breaths,
and accompanied by soft moans, I returned to kissing her lips.  But this
time, she opened her mouth fully, forcefully sticking her tongue into my
mouth.  Now our kissing became passionate, driven by the strong urge we
both had to take this to the next level.
	"Take me, John" she said breathlessly between kisses.  "Take
me...now" she said as her breathing turned rapid and short.  She took a
deep swallow and again attacked my mouth with her forceful kissing.  I
responded by kissing her fully and passionately, and moving my right hand
to her left breast, and inserted my left hand into the waistband of her
jeans, feeling her ass crack with my fingers.  I pressed into her, and I'm
sure she felt my hardness, because she took a catch-breath and just did an
"oh".  I kept myself on her.  "Take me" she said again.  She kissed me
fully, her head moving to give me access to her open mouth with my tongue.
We broke our kiss as she began to hump against me.  I moved my head back to
her left ear, kissing the lobe which made her moan softly.
	"I would like to make love to you out here" I said to her softly,
just barely above a whisper in her ear.
	"Out here?" she questioned in surprise, moving back a little.
	"Yeah," I replied.  "Dontcha think it'd be romantic to make love by
the lakeside with the sound of the water lapping against the stone wall?"
I returned to kissing her neck.
	"Mmmmmmm, maybe.  But are you wanting to do it here, on the picnic
table?  Or on the ground?"
	"Yeah," I said, kissing her cheek now.  "On the ground.  I'd just
go get a beach towel from the cabin.  I've done it before."  Of course,
THAT was true, just a few nights before with Josh.  I'm sure she thought it
was with my wife.  But I didn't want to push it.  I could tell she was not
keen on the idea.  Then she pushed herself away from me a bit.
	"But, if we do it here," she started, "then Josh doesn't know,
right?  But if we do it in the cabin, he'll know."  I could tell she was
weighing the options.  Privacy if we did it here.  But comfort and possible
indiscretion if we did it in the cabin.
	"Look," I spoke reassuringly.  "If we decide to go into the cabin,
Josh WILL be discrete.  Like I said: he's not naοve or innocent.  He
knows what will happen between us, and I'm not worried about it.  He'll put
on his headphones and just watch his movie."  And then I realized that I
shouldn't try to convince her.  "But, I don't wanna push you into something
you're not comfortable with."
	"NO! No!" she said quickly.  "I WANT you, but, I'm just worried.
He'll be in the other room."  I knew I just needed to reassure her that
Josh would be OK.  And then again, thoughts were racing in my mind that
Josh might join us.  I kept those thoughts to myself.
	I stepped back from her, taking her hands in mind, and gently
pulling her off the table.  She fell into me, allowing her young body to
rest completely against me.  I then told her I didn't have any protection,
and she replied that I would not need it.  I didn't want to go into
details, but I assumed she was either on the pill or had just finished her
period.  We kissed again, and then I took her hand as we walked back to the
cabin in the dark.
	The lights from the cabin's living room were still on, which gave
just enough light to see certain ground features.  As I looked up I saw the
flicker of the light from the TV/VCR, meaning Josh was still watching his
movie.  As we approached the cabin steps, Christina (who was already
holding my left hand in her right hand), reached across and took hold of my
elbow, as if to say she was scared about going up the steps.  I stopped,
turned may face to hers, which was now dimly lit by the living room lights.
I leaned in and kissed her gently.  "It'll be alright" I assured her.  She
nodded her head, and I stepped up the few concrete steps to the screen
door, pulling it open, and then opened the front door, gesturing for her to
step up and into the cabin.  As she stepped in I followed her, closing the
screen door and then the front door behind me.  Christina gave Josh a quick
wave, saying hi to him.  Josh just looked up at her, smiled, pulled off his
headphones and said "hey!"  He was sitting on the couch and had pulled the
overstuffed chair over as a footrest.  The TV/VCR was on one of the dining
room chairs next to him.  He was in his board shorts only now, his other
clothes sitting in a pile on the arm of the couch.  As I pulled in next to
her, I wrapped my arm around her waist, and she reached her arm around my
waist and took hold of my left arm again, pulling herself into me.
	"We're just gonna hang out in there" I said, pointing to the
bedroom.  Josh nodded his head.  "No problem" he said, with a wry smile.  I
smiled back at him as he put his headphones back on.  Taking a deep breath
I looked down at Christina, smiled, and gestured towards the bedroom.  It
was then that I had an idea, so I excused myself as she continued into the
bedroom and went to get the honey.  I thought about the chocolate syrup,
but realized that it'd been in the fridge, so it'd be cold and too thick.
But I knew honey would do the trick.  I returned to the bedroom where
Christina was just standing, looking at the ceiling and fidgeting with the
drawstring of her hoodie.  She had turned the light on, so as I walked in,
I closed the door behind me, and went over to the small table at the
window, where I lit the candle.  I put the honey down and turned towards
her.  She smiled at me.
	"Candlelight and honey?" she asked, giving a tilt of her head to
suggest she was intrigued.  I moved towards her and kissed her on the lips.
	"Yes" I said.  I then walked towards the door where the light
switch was, and turned off the bright overhead light.  The room became
bathed in the soft glow of the candle on the table.  As I slowly stepped
towards her I realized I wanted to do one thing: to give her pleasure,
which, just like what I'd been doing to and with Josh all week, would give
ME pleasure.  We began to kiss again, and I placed my hands on her face as
our mouths touched and opened, exchanging tongues and wetness.  She
shrugged her shoulders a bit, which allowed her hoodie to fall to the
floor.  I reacted by shedding my jacket and tossing it on the floor by the
door.  She then pulled herself into me, reaching around me and placing her
hands on my back as she gave into the passion of our kisses.  I soon parted
from her lips and began to more passionately kiss her neck.  She responded
by pushing herself fully into me.  Her breathing deepened again, and soft
moans came from her mouth as I opened my mouth fully on her neck.  She was
now undulating against me, her body pressing against mine and then pulling
back.  I broke our passionate kiss and moved my mouth down to her left
breast, where I covered as much as I could over the fabric of her t-shirt.
As I mouthed her breast she pulled her hands to my head and pressed me into
her more, giving an audible gasp as I took her into my mouth the best I
could.  I moved to her right breast, giving it the same attentiveness I'd
given her left breast.  She was now surging, breathing deeply, moaning more
and more, but softly.  I stopped and moved myself back to her mouth, which
she kissed eagerly.  She then reached down and tugged at my t-shirt,
pulling it off over my head and tossing it into the bathroom.  I now had my
hands on her waist, pulling her into my pelvis.  As I was doing this she
leaned back slightly and in a swift motion, pulled her t-shirt off and over
her head, tossing it towards the table.  I looked quickly to make sure it
didn't land on the candle, and seeing that is hadn't, I looked down.
	Her breasts were not big, but they looked firm, with a nice nearly
1" of cleavage between them.  Her bra was a basic bra, no frills, no little
rosette at the middle.  But it could not hide her erect nipples that were
prominently showing.  As much as I wanted them in my hands and mouth, I
wanted to focus on another area of her body.  I moved my hands from her
waist to her firm butt, and squeezed, pushing her into me again as we
kissed deeply.  She wrapped her arms around my back, holding me close to
her, as I moved back down to kissing her now exposed shoulders.  As I did,
I reached up and slipped the bra strap off her left shoulder, kissing it
gently.  Simultaneously I inserted my left hand into her jeans, reaching
down to her firm ass cheek.  I could tell she had a thong on.  As I kissed
her shoulder I noticed that her skin was soft, and even had a nice
fragrance to it.  While my left hand stayed on her butt cheek, I moved my
right hand to her shoulder, and then started to touch her arm gently with
my fingertips.  As I did this she shuddered, giggling slightly.  I could
feel the goose bumps rise, and I took a brief moment to look at her
breasts.  It seemed that her nipples were even more erect through the
fabric than they had been.  She moved her hands from my back and touched my
arms with her finger tips, just as I'd done to her.  I, too, shuddered and
got goose bumps.  We giggled simultaneously as I removed my hand from
inside her jeans and brought it around front.  I began to fidget with the
button of the fly of her jeans.  She moved her hands down, taking my free
hand away from the button and then unbuttoned the top button, then unzipped
the fly.  She then placed her hands on my shoulders and kissed me on the
lips as I slipped my hands inside her jeans and onto her hips.  I moved
them back to her firm butt, and grasping each cheek in my hands, squeezed.
It was very firm.  I broke our kiss.
	"Do you work out or something?" I asked, wanting to know why she
had such a firm body.  She answered me as I moved my hands back to her
hips.
	"I did track in high school," she paused and kissed me.  "And I
still run every morning before work."  She kissed me again.  As we
continued kissing, I moved my hands back behind her butt, pressing against
the denim fabric of her jeans, and pushed down.  The waistband of her jeans
moved down past her firm runner's butt, and down her hips.  She broke our
kiss, and, resting her left arm on my shoulder for balance, she kicked off
her shoes and then pulled her jeans down.  She couldn't get them any lower
than her knees, so she backed up onto the edge of the bed, and pulled them
off.  There, in the candlelight, was this pretty, long haired, 18 year old
girl with a runner's body, in just a white bra and a matching white thong.
I stood there staring at her as she stood up, and then came over to me.
She looked down to my belt buckle and then, reaching over with both hands,
started to undo it.  Her long, black hair now cascaded off of her
shoulders.  I reached up and ran my fingers through her hair with both
hands as she undid my belt, then the top button of my cargo shorts, and
then, slowly and quite teasingly, lowered the zipper.  As she did this she
looked up at me again and gave me a sweet, very loving smile.  My shorts
and belt fell to the floor with a clank, and I too kicked off my shoes,
then stepped out of my shorts and pushed them away.  Christina started to
run her fingers through my chest hairs as I started to caress her shoulders
and then ran my fingers along the straps of her bra down the side, under
her arms.  She gave a shiver, giggled, and smiled at me.  I leaned in and
we started to kiss again, back to the soft, gentle kisses like we'd done on
the picnic table outside.  My hands now trailed over the fabric of her bra,
just touching the erect nipples protruding out from the white cotton.  As I
did that she gave a quick breath: obviously she liked to have her nipples
touched.  I tweaked them gently through the fabric, which affected her
breathing.  She now breathed erratically as I did this.  In response,
Christina reached down and placed the palm of her right hand right on my
cock, pressing it through the ribbed cotton of my boxer/briefs.  I moaned
quietly as she pushed.  We both responded to this increased sexual contact
by kissing passionately.  Now I moved my hands to her hips and inside of
the narrow waistband of her panties.  I started to pull them down, which
was easier than it had been with the jeans.  Her panties moved down her
thighs easily, and without much effort, past her knees and to her ankles.
She responded to this by moving her right hand from my bulge to inside my
shorts, grasping my cock shaft.  She moved her left hand from my chest and
slipped it into my shorts on my hip, pulling the waistband down.  Soon, she
had my shorts passed my flat butt, down my thighs, and from there, they
slipped to my ankles, where I kicked them off, making them fly in the air
and hit the doorframe to the bathroom.  She then reached behind to undo her
bra, but for some reason I told her to stop.  I don't know why, but I did.
She re-clipped the bra, and moved her hands to my chest, shaking her head
so hear hair fell on her back.  We kissed again, and she moved close to me,
my rock hard cock touching her thigh.  I knew I was wet with precum, which
I figured was now creating a ribbon of liquid on her bare thigh.
	"Lay down" I said to her, gently but with purpose in my voice.  She
turned towards the bed, placed her left knee on there and crawled on,
revealing her fantastic ass in the candlelight.  She lay down on the bed,
bringing her right knee up.  God!  She was perfect.  Firm legs and butt
from running, narrow waist, flat belly with a nice outie.  But what I
wanted to see most was her bush.  She obviously didn't bikini wax, but she
did trim.  Her bush was a small patch that just covered the lower belly,
but did not reach down to her pussy.  Her pussy lips were barely visible in
the candlelight, but I at least could see that she didn't have hair on
them.  All of a sudden I felt the same hunger for her pussy as I had for
Josh's cock all week.  I got to my knees, using her jeans as a knee rest,
and started to kiss her left ankle, moving up to her calf muscle (which,
seeing that she was a runner, was firm and developed), then to her inner
thigh.  She was not moaning softly as I kissed her inner thigh, making my
way up to the wet spot between her legs: the golden area of her sweet
pussy.  I thought about getting the honey, but decided against it at this
point.  Soon I found her moistness, the warmth of her pussy.  I just
touched the outer lips of her pussy with my tongue, which made Christina
writhe and moan, and she dropped one hand to my head to guide me.  All of a
sudden, a thought cropped into my head, which I quickly suppressed.  I was
glad that my wife was fond of oral sex, and liked me to go down on her.
She had taught me things that she liked, which I was sure would work on
Christina.  So, I quickly focused my thoughts on the young girl's pussy in
my face, and away from my wife's pussy (which, by the way, she kept trimmed
smooth and was just as nice as Christina's 18 year old pussy).  I took the
tip of my tongue, running it along the edges of her labia, which made her
buck and push herself into my face.  I then took the tip of my tongue and
ran it into her pussy, between the lips of her pussy.  I could taste her.
Not having had a lot of experience with women, I couldn't tell if she
tasted "normal" or not.  But I didn't care.  It was pleasant, and she was
enjoying it.  Quickly my tongue found her clit, which was obviously
stimulated.  I'd heard that some women can have clits that are large and
protruding.  But Christina's was a nice little button, erect, but not big.
I was able to place my lips on it and suck on it like you would a straw in
a soda.  As I did, her breathing grew rapid, and she squeezed her thighs
around my head.  She started to squirm now, and her rapid breathing now
became erratic.  Obviously, I was getting somewhere.  But I wanted to go
further.  Now I reached in and pulled her labia major lips apart, revealing
her young, wet pussy.  Even in the dim candlelight I could see a slight
glisten.  She was wet.  I took my tongue and swiped up the wetness, which
made her hips rise, and she moaned a bit louder.  Josh could've heard that,
even with his headphones on.  I continued to lick her soft inner pussy
lips, finding her hole, and ringing it with the tip of my tongue.
Christina was now in ecstasy, her body shifting and rising, falling and
squirming.  I didn't want to think too highly of my oral skills, but I had
the feeling she'd never had oral this good before, or never been given oral
at all.  She was still grasping my head with her left hand, and now she was
massaging her right breast through her bra with her right hand.  She kept
moving her thighs in and out, sometimes sandwiching my head between them.
I curled up my tongue and began to move it into her hole.  I had a feeling
she wasn't a virgin, but I didn't care.  I began to tongue-fuck her, which
made her buck her pelvis up and down, sometimes forcing my tongue deep into
her pussy.  She was now moaning louder, which I felt Josh could hear.  I
stopped and brought my head up.  As I looked down her naked flat belly I
could see she had her head buried into the pillow, and her right hand was
vigorously massaging her right breast.  I then stretched out my hands to
her breasts, slipping my fingers under the elastic, and started to touch
her nipples.  As I did that I returned to tongue-fucking her pussy.  Now
she brought both of her hands to my head, holding me down as I tongued her
and massaged her firm young tits.  Something told me that she'd never had
this kind of sexual ecstasy before, and I wasn't too surprised when my face
felt an increased dampness that accompanied mild shudders, and it seemed
her pussy twitched.  This was matched in intensity as she now took my hair
into her fingers and pulled.  From my experience with my wife, Christina
had come.  Her breathing slowed, but also deepened.  Her grasp of my hair
relaxed.  She released my head, which had been held between her strong
thighs.  As her breathing slowed I licked up the juices from her pussy.  It
wasn't much: but it was wet nonetheless.  I then moved from between her
legs to on top of her, and we began to kiss.  We stopped and she wiped her
lips.
	"Is that ME?" she asked, wondering if the additional taste and
wetness was her own pussy juice.  I quietly said it was.  I smiled at her,
and she reached up and kissed me again, moving her tongue in my mouth,
obviously wanting to taste more of herself.  I reached down to her pussy,
which was still releasing bits of her young cum, and wiped my fingers in
it.  I brought my hand back to her mouth, and she eagerly sucked off her
pussy juice from each finger.  She giggled.
	"I tasted pretty good."  I agreed with her.  She continued.  "I
don't ever eat my own.  I've thought about it, but never have."  I nodded
my head and suggested she should.  I then kissed her again, and began to
move down to her neck, and her shoulders.  I removed the left strap of her
bra and began to kiss her on the top of her left breast, pulling the bra
down a bit to reveal her soft but firm skin.  She then arched her back, and
reached underneath, undoing the bra, and then she slipped it off and tossed
it over toward the door.
	Her breasts weren't big, but they were firm and compact, and had
small dark brown areoles with very pert, but small nipples.  Now was the
time for the honey.  I crawled off the bed, reached for the honey, came
back to her, opened the cap, and poured some onto each nipple.
	"That's what that was for" she said, understanding now why I had
brought it in.  I immediately moved to her left nipple, licking off the
honey and sucking on the pert brown button.  At this she moaned softly and
pushed her head back into the pillow.  I went to her right nipple, licking
off the honey that had started to drip down the side of her breast, and
sucked off the rest from her nipple.  I also took the nipple gently between
my teeth, which made her catch her breath in sexual shock.  She then moaned
softly again, and I kissed her nipple right on the tip.  Then I poured out
a big of honey on her chest below her breasts, licking it off in a long
trail.  Next I put some on her belly button, which as I mentioned was an
outie.  Licking her there caused her to buck a bit.  I knew that there was
some sexual connection between the belly-button and our nipples and
genitals, and it was true.  Now I returned to her bush, wishing I could say
something and offer to trim her.  Whether she read my mind or whatever, she
began to speak.
	"Sorry.  Usually I'm pretty trimmed down there.  Just haven't had
the time, or thought I'd need to, ya know?"
	I looked up at her.  "I could take care of it for you."  I smiled,
reached out my hand, which she took.  I put the honey back on the table as
I guided her to the bathroom, turning on the light as we entered.  GOD!  In
the full light of the bathroom, this naked, pretty, 18 year old Latina was
stunning.  Her breasts, which I had not seen out of the bra as she stood,
were firm and did not lay flat.  The nipples stuck out nicely.  Her long,
lovely hair cascaded down her back.  God, I was smitten.  I stood there
looking at her, holding her hand, thinking that I didn't want this to stop.
How could I keep this going?  Letters?  Calls?  Emails?  I wanted this girl
not just tonight, but for a while.
	"John?" she got me out of my trance.  I apologized, and opened the
medicine cabinet to get my razor.  "You OK?" she asked as I took off the
protective cap.
	"I'm fine, just..." and I trailed off.  "You're so beautiful, and I
feel so fortunate that you're here tonight.  And we don't even know each
other, well, at all!"  I smiled at her, and she squeezed my hand, leaned
in, and kissed me.  This girl was not only gorgeous, but sweet.  I was
falling in love.
	"Well?" she said, looking at me and squeezing my hand gently.
"Should I get on here?" she asked, pointing to the counter.  I agreed, and
she hopped up, throwing her head back so her hair cascaded down her
shoulders and back.  She spread her legs invitingly.  I grabbed a towel and
got down on my knees in front of her still damp pussy, and between her
spread legs.  I flipped the switch, and released the trimmer, which buzzed
to life.
	"Trim, or shave?" I asked, looking up at her.
	"Whatever YOU want" she replied.  I wanted her smooth, like Josh.
I took the trimmer and within a few swipes had her trimmed down.  I brushed
it off, and blew on her trimmed bush to take away any loose hairs.  That
alone looked good, but I wanted it bald.  I took the razor and began to
gently shave it.  I was glad her pussy lips were smooth, so it was just the
bush on her belly that I shaved off.  Within a few moments she was smooth.
There was stubble, but it looked amazing.  I flipped off the razor and took
a wash cloth from the vanity top.  I turned on the sink and once the water
was warm, I put the washcloth under it, and soaked it.  I turned off the
water and wrung out the washcloth.  I then gently wiped the freshly-shaved
area, knowing that the warm water helped.  Christina bent over and kissed
me on the cheek as I did this.
	"Are you done?  Lemme see" she said, hopping off the vanity.  The
mirror wasn't full length, and she said she couldn't see how it looked, so
I reached around her from behind and picked her up off the floor, holding
her up until she said she could see it.  I watched in the mirror as she
reached down with both hands and caressed the area that had been, up until
then, laced with a small patch of pubic hair.  Seeing her do this revived
my limping cock, and I felt myself grow again.  She wasn't heavy, so I held
her up as she began to explore her pussy.  She moaned softly and buried her
face in my hair as she obviously found her still erect clit.
	"Your turn" she whispered.
	"For what?" I asked quietly.
	"To get trimmed and shaved."
	I giggled.  "You won't need to" I replied.  She tapped my hands to
indicate she wanted down, and so I gently let her down on her feet.  She
turned, and looked down to see that I was trimmed and even shaved.  She
reached down and gently started to touch me at the base of my reinvigorated
cock.  My balls were tucked in, and with her other hand she moved
underneath them and began to tickle me.  My cock took a leap of joy as she
did this.  I half hoped she'd give me a blow job, but then I knew what I
wanted was to be in her pussy more than her mouth.
	"Take me," she said again, in the same tone she'd said to me
outside on the picnic table.  "Take me, here – now!"  She moved back and
hopped onto the vanity, spreading her legs and presenting herself to me.
She reached for my hands and pulled me in, and then took a hold of my cock
and pressed it against her clit.  As she did this I reached in and kissed
her passionately.
	"Do you want here, or on the bed?" I asked, not knowing which she'd
prefer.
	She spoke through rapid breaths.  "I want both" she said, and there
was a hint of assertiveness in her voice.  I didn't say this, but I knew it
would not take too long to cum, so I don't know how I'd be able to do both
here in the bathroom on the vanity and the bed.  However, I figured that
with her involved, that even a 2nd or 3rd time would be easy.  She was so
sensual, so sexual, so gorgeous, and I was falling deeply in love and lust
with her.  I'd somehow make it happen.
	As I was thinking all this, Christina was using my cock head as a
toy, rubbing her clit, her labia, putting it just in her hole, and then
vigorously rubbing herself with it.  I'm not sure how she masturbated,
whether she had toys or just used her fingers.  But she knew what she was
doing.  Perhaps masturbation is an instinct.  Soon, though, she positioned
me just in her hole, and slowly began to put me in. I moved my hips
forward, allowing her to guide me in.  As I was pulled into her warm, wet
pussy, she let her head fall back, revealing her smooth neck.  I reached
in, kissing her on the neck, and moving down to her upper chest by her
collarbone.  She was now inserting me deeper into her.  She was tight.  She
moved her hips, which made my cock shaft touch parts of her pussy wall and
labia.  She then thrust her hips forward slightly, which pulled me in
deeper.  She was tight, but very wet and well-lubricated.  I then pushed
gently, placing my cock deeper in her young pussy.  She took a very deep
breath and shuddered as I did, and then let it out with a long soft moan
and sigh.  She leaned forward into me, wrapping her arms around me and
placing her head on my shoulder.  She started to move her hips in rhythm
with mine, placing me deep into her, and pressing against her cervix.  It
was slow, gentle, undulating, like being on a swaying hammock on a warm
summer afternoon.  It was not aggressive or pushy.  But slow, gentle,
moving, changing positions.  I wasn't fucking her as much as I was in her,
and she was moving herself around so my cock would touch various places of
her uterus wall.  Her breathing would alter as she moved up, or down, or
shift her hips to one side or another.  I had never even done something
like this with my wife, but I was going to see if I could.  I found myself
surprised that Christina knew to do this.  I wasn't going to ask how she
knew, but I was curious.  Suddenly she parted our bodies, leaning back but
keeping my cock in her pussy.
	"Let's go to the bed" she said breathlessly.  She kissed me
quickly, and then I pulled back, extracting myself from her warm and wet
pussy.  As I did there was the queefing sound, caused when wetness sucks
out wetness.  She giggled, and hopped off the vanity.  Taking me by the
hand she led me back into the bedroom, and I turned out the light as we
passed the doorframe.
	As we approached the bed, Christina pulled me into her, embraced me
and kissed me deeply.  Visions of fucking this girl raced through my head
as if they'd already happened, but they were a quick playing of what I
hoped WOULD happen.  I kissed her back, full of passion.  She took my
hands, and leaned into the bed, lying back down on the end of the bed on
her back.  As she moved herself up the bead towards the pillows I crawled
on as well, and soon was on top of her.  I began to kiss her again as she
wrapped her legs around me.  I could feel my cock resting against her still
damp pussy.  I wanted to drive myself into her, but decided to prolong the
climax and give her pleasure.  She began to hump her clit against my cock
shaft as I moved down and kissed her neck, and then started to tongue her
left nipple.  Her thighs squeezed me tightly as she pressed her clit hard
against my cock.  She reached down and took a hold of my cock, moving it up
and down on her clit.
	"Fuck me, John...fuck me" she breathed excitedly.  I shifted down a
bit, which allowed me better access to her nipples, as she now took my cock
head and inserted it into her hole.  I slipped in easily, which made her
let out a deep breath and moan.  Now I moved in deeper, feeling her cervix
against the tip of my cock head. "Fuck, that feels so...good" she said.  I
really hadn't expected the word "fuck" from her, but it was exciting.  I
now moved my hips in slowly, pushing myself in again, and I started a
rhythm of moving in and out slowly, alternating how deep I'd go, or how far
I'd pull out.  She was now grasping my back with her hands, squeezing my
flesh in her fingers.  I then pushed myself up on my hands so I could get a
better angle.  She still had her strong runner's legs wrapped around me as
I moved my hips back and forth, driving my cock in and out of her now very
wet pussy.  I didn't feel like fucking her hard, mostly because I didn't
want Josh to hear it.  And she seemed to be enjoying what I was doing
without having to do that.  She was moaning constantly now, very softly,
and moving her head all over the pillow in ecstasy.  It was then that I
pulled out and rammed myself into her.  She opened her mouth wide, almost
in shock, and then curled her body up into me, burying her head into my
chest.  I felt like I was going to cum right there, but somehow I managed
to edge and hold it in.  Christina released her legs, allowing them to fall
to the bed, while I stayed in her.  I resumed my gentle rocking motion,
wanting to prolong this.  But Christina had other ideas.  She placed her
hands on my hips and pushed me as she pulled herself away from her.  Again,
as my cock came out of her wet pussy we heard the queef, which with both
giggled at.  She then slid herself towards the wall, then onto her side,
and then she began to get on her knees.  As she did this she gently placed
her left hand on my right shoulder and pushed me down, indicating that she
wanted me to be on my back.  I obliged, and as I did, she swung her left
leg over me and placed her pussy right over my cock.  She reached down and
took hold of my cock, pointing it up to her hole.  She then gently guided
herself down onto my still rigid cock, now covered in her pussy juice.  I
slid into her easily, and she began to move up and down on my shaft,
placing her hands on my chest as she began to fuck me.  I don't know where
she learned this, or if it was instinctual, but she was good.  Now I was
experiencing pleasure as this sweet and beautiful 18 year old girl was
riding my cock.  I reached up and began to play with her firm tits, which
elicited a moan of pleasure from her.  Her fucking intensified as she now
speeded up the tempo, fucking me vigorously.  The slapping of her firm butt
cheeks against my hips was loud, and I'm sure that Josh, even listening to
a movie with headphones on, could hear it.  Soon, Christina was moving
quickly, and pushed herself up so that she was sitting directly on me.  She
stopped the up and down motions, and instead, just did small movements
which forced my cock against her cervix.  She then reached down and started
to play with my smooth balls, which made me push deeper into her.  I was
still massaging her pert breasts and playing with her nipples, and she took
her other hand and brought it down to her clit.  So, there we were, on the
bed, her riding me, one hand on her clit, the other hand on my balls, and I
had both hands on her breasts.  All of a sudden she took both of her hands
and grasped mine as they played with her tits, actually squeezing my hands
into her firm breasts, and then she started to bounce on me again,
intensifying the fucking.  She released my hands so she could place hers on
my chest, and then she began to bounce on me, forcing my cock in deeper and
deeper and actually came off of me one time.  She paused, re-inserted my
cock into her now very wet pussy, and came down hard, which shoved me deep
into her and caused her firm butt to land hard on my balls.  I felt
aggressive for some reason, so I really grabbed her breasts tightly as I
rammed myself into her repeatedly.  Then I pushed my hips up, lifting my
butt off the bed, and then came back down hard, with her riding me all the
way.
	"FUCK!" she screamed.  I did it again, but this time, instead of
coming back down, I fucked her as she rode me, like I was a bucking bronco.
She leaned back so that my cock rubbed the inside of her uterus wall, and
stimulated her.  Now I reached down to her hips, placing one hand on each
hip as I pushed her down onto me.  She leaned back and let out another
"fuck" as she angled herself onto my cock.  Then I let my hips down, giving
her a ride as she slammed back down on my pelvic bone and my cock rammed
her cervix.  Now I wanted to FUCK this girl, and fuck her hard.  She was
still tight, but so sloppy wet that my cock shaft slid easily in and out of
her pussy.  I lifted my hips off the bed again, raising her up, and began
to fuck her pussy with my hips.  She was now leaning back, riding me all
the way, her hair wildly cascading over her breasts.  Then, I felt it.
	"Oh, FUCK!  I'm CUMMING!" I yelled, not even thinking that Josh
could have heard THAT!  She quickly reached down to my hips and held on as
I felt streams of my cum shoot into her wet, warm and willing pussy.  She
squeezed her legs on my hips and forced herself to say on me as I bucked
with each with each shot of cum.  Soon, I felt that I had released all of
me, and I slowly brought my hips back down to the bed.  She stayed on me as
I came back down, and then, once I was completely down, she laid her chest
onto mine, and kissed me gently on my neck and cheek.  I could still feel
my cock pulsate occasionally as I was finishing up one of the best orgasms
I'd had all week, even with multiple fuck sessions with Josh.  When it was
obvious that I was done, Christina moved up, which made my still hard cock
slip out of her wet pussy.  Again, we heard a queef, but this one was very
loud.  We giggled and kissed, and she said she need to shower.  She crawled
off of me, kissing me as she laid next to me, then she got up and went into
the bathroom.  I knew I needed to shower as well.  I heard the shower start
up and a few moments later, heard the sound of her closing the shower door
behind her.
	"Can you get me my hair clip?" she called out.  I didn't know where
it was I replied, getting up out of bed.  "Check my hoodie pocket" she
suggested, and I did, finding it in the left pocket.  I went into the
bathroom, where she was standing in the shower stall, only letting the
water touch her hips, while holding up her hair to keep it from getting
wet.  I opened the door and handed her the clip, which she took and with a
very quick motion, tied up her hair.  I closed the door, staring at her
freshly trimmed, shaved and fucked pussy.  I was now beginning to limp
down, and looking at my own cock, could see it was covered in a semi-opaque
liquid.  My cum mixed with her pussy juice.  I was tempted to dip my
fingers in it and lick it off, but instead, took the wet and warm washcloth
I'd used to wipe her freshly shaved area with and wiped off my cock shaft.
I figured that was what I needed to do, not really shower.  She saw me do
that, and inquired if that meant I wouldn't shower.  I realized now that I
was sweaty too, so I said that I would after she was done.  I watched
longingly as she seemed to take her time cleaning her pussy out, massaging
it and spreading the labia so that water could get in.  She knew I was
looking and she made a good show of it.  Once she felt she'd done enough,
she turned off the shower, and stepped out.  Like I'd done with Josh
several times during the week, I handed her a towel.  She dried off as I
stepped into the shower and quickly cleaned myself up as well.  As I
stepped out to dry, she handed me a towel, and as I dried off, she moved to
the mirror, and played with her hair.  She was gorgeous.  I drooped the
towel over the shower door and walked up to her, coming in behind her and
wrapping my arms around her slender waist, placing my hands on her belly.
I looked at her in the mirror – at least, what I could see.  It was only
one of those medicine cabinet-type of mirrors, so it wasn't big.  But I
could see her face and her breasts.
	"You're beautiful" I said to her in a soft, gentle voice.  She
smiled sweetly, and placed both of her hands on my hands.
	"You're just saying that `cause you just fucked me."  I was a
little surprised at how and why she said that.
	"No," I corrected her, and I pulled her tight into me, not as a
sexual thing, but as a loving gesture.  She placed her head back so it
rested on my shoulder.  "You are beautiful because you ARE.  Not because we
just had great mind-blowing sex.  There's a quality about you –
sweetness, gentleness, and you are really very pretty.  That's why I said
`you're beautiful'".  Christina took a deep breath, squeezing my hands with
hers.
	"But, you don't even know me.  You don't know who I am, or what I
am.  And how many years younger than you am I?  15 years, maybe 16?"
	"Try 22..." I said with a smile.  Christina gave a quick and quiet
laugh, placing a hand to her face.
	"I would've never guessed you were, uh, 40.  I was thinking maybe
35, 37 at the most."  She squeezed my hands again.
	"So, am I now too old for you?" I asked, making fun with the
situation.
	Christina shook her head.  "No," she started.  "I'm very attracted
to older men.  Always have been."  She left it at that, but something told
me there was more.  She then separated my hands, and pivoted around to face
me, placing her breasts against my chest, and kissed me softly on the lips.
She said she was thirsty, and I said I was too.
	"I can get a couple of waters or beers..."  I didn't know what
she'd prefer.
	"Water would probably be better, but, I wouldn't mind having
another beer" she said with a sly smile.
	I kissed her, patted her firm butt, and then released her to go get
the beers.  I walked through the bedroom and was about to open the door.
	"Uh," she started, standing in the bathroom doorway.  "You're going
out there naked?"  I hadn't even thought to put something on, since Josh
and I had spent many hours during the week naked.  I feigned forgetfulness
and looked for my underwear, which I could not see.  But I could see my
cargo shorts, so I grabbed them and slipped them on.  As I looked at
Christina, still standing in the bathroom doorway, I could see the light
from the bathroom outlining her delicious body, and noticed that she had a
very nice gap between her thighs – almost 2".  I felt a hunger for that
gap, for her pussy, just like I had felt a hunger for Josh's cock earlier
that day.  Something stirred in me and took over me, and I stepped towards
her standing in the doorway.  I could tell she was expecting me to give her
a kiss or something, so she was shocked as I got down on my knees in front
of her, and grabbing her thighs from behind, I opened my mouth on her
freshly washed pussy, and gave her a big slurp with my tongue, wiping her
pussy lips.  She took a quick and deep breath, almost a shock, from my
assertiveness.  She spread her legs a bit and reached out her hands to
brace herself against the doorframe as I voraciously licked her pussy,
tongued her clit, and wiped her clean.  She bucked as my tongue penetrated
her hole, and then she moved one hand down to hold my head in place as I
eagerly swiped my tongue all over her freshly washed labia.  I then
stopped, wanting her to desire more.  I got up, kissed each very erect
nipple, and walked to the bedroom door as she leaned against the doorframe,
almost exhausted from my quick oral exploration of her pussy.
	As I walked into the living room, closing the door behind me, Josh
was still spread out on the couch.  He looked up at me, and gave me a look
as if to say "I heard it, and it sounded good."  I just mouthed the words
"thank you" to him, for my appreciation in his efforts to get her to come
over.  I went to the fridge, and looked at the digital clock.  It was 11:15
– still early in a sense, and I knew that she might want more.  I
decided to get her a beer and cold bottled water for me for me.  As I came
into the living room, and just before I turned to open the bedroom door,
Josh indicated he wanted to talk to me by gesturing with his finger to come
over.  I bent down as he whispered in my ear.
	"I heard you guys.  She makes a lot of noise."  Josh smiled
broadly.
	"Thanks for getting her to come over.  Are you wanting to, uh, join
us?"  I really didn't want him to, since I'd want to do him too while he
was with us, and I don't know how she'd react to seeing me blow my 16 year
old stepson.  Thankfully, he just shook his head and whispered that he'd
watch his movie with the headphones on until he figured we were "done", and
then he'd go to bed at that time.  He asked if she was staying the night,
and I shrugged my shoulders saying I wasn't sure.  I went to the bedroom
door, and pushed it open.  The door didn't latch well at all.  I closed it
behind me and gave myself a few seconds to adjust to the dark.  It was
obvious that as I got the drinks she turned off the bathroom light, and I
could only assume she was in bed.
	"Christina?" I called out quietly.
	"Here, in the bed" she replied, just as quietly.  My eyes were
adjusted now, and I could see her on the bed, against the wall.  I handed
her the beer, which I had opened in the kitchen.  She sat up, letting the
bedding fall off her breasts to her waist, and she took a quick sip while I
sipped from the water bottle.  She brought her knees up, creating that nice
big tent of bedding.
	"You didn't get a beer?" she asked.  I replied that I wanted water
for now, but I might get one in a bit.  She took another sip of beer,
opened up the bed on the vacant side, tapped it with her free hand, and
told me to join her.  With one hand I undid the belt of my shorts, then the
button, then the zipper, and they dropped to the floor.  I crawled onto the
bed next to her and gave her a kiss.  I sat next to her, our arms and
shoulders touching.  We sat in silence as we drank our drinks.  I was done
with the water in just a few moments, and so I placed the empty bottle on
the floor and scooted down under the covers, laying on my left side and
resting my head against her elbow.  She looked down at me and smiled.  I
reached my right hand down and just started to touch the inside of her
knee, running my fingers down the backside of her thigh, all the way to the
mattress, where I massaged what part of her firm butt cheek I could.  I
then moved my fingers to her tightly closed pussy, which made her jump
slightly as she was taking a sip of beer.  She had to put her hand to her
chin to wipe off the dribble, and she giggled a little.  But as I began to
touch her pussy lips with my fingers she just leaned back into the wall,
spread her legs slightly, closed her eyes and moaned softly.  It didn't
take too long for her to get damp, and I was easily able to get my fingers
into her pussy.  She started to move her pelvis around, enjoying the
stimulation I was giving her.  Now I knew I wanted her pussy again.  I
pulled myself under the covers and shifted myself down the bed.  Christina
responded by opening her legs wide for me, and soon, my face was nicely
settled between her firm runner's thighs.  She began to move her hips,
thrusting them up as I continued to lick her pussy lips and suck on her
clit.  All of a sudden I felt the sensation of cold glass on my forehead.
She had the beer bottle down there, and she was pressing it against her
clit.  Now she started to hump both my face and the bottle, and I could
tell she was enjoying this.  But then it became more interesting.
	"John," she said between her panting breaths.  "Fuck me with the
bottle."  I was surprised, but I took the bottle, and tried to take a sip
of beer.  It was empty – she'd finished it off.  I got back down on my
belly, with my face even with her dampening pussy, and I pressed the lip of
the bottle into her hole.  I couldn't see, but I felt the bottle almost
getting sucked into her pussy.  I then started to move it, to rotate it
around, which made her shudder and lift her ass off the bed.  Now I began
to fuck her with it, moving it in and out rapidly.  I could just make out
in the dark that as I was doing this, Christina had brought her right hand
down and she was vigorously massaging her clit.  The intensity of the
situation was getting to me too, and I pulled the bottle out and licked off
a large amount of her wetness.  She was very wet.  I then resumed the
bottle-fucking.  Within a couple of moments she closed her legs around me
and the bottle, and I could sense the intensity of her orgasm as I was
vise-gripped by her thighs.  Her breathing deepened as her orgasm subsided,
and she opened her legs again, and slid down a few inches so her pussy was
in my face.  I then heard a slight grunt and watched as the bottle was
ejected from her pussy.  I took it and pushed myself up from under the
covers, which pulled them off of her legs.
	"That was interesting" I said.  She just giggled a bit.  I moved
and put the bottle on the floor, and then, pulling the covers with me, I
crawled up between her legs, kissing her clit, then her belly, then her
outie navel, then her lower chest, stopping at each erect nipple, and
finally up to her willing and open mouth.  By then my cock was fully erect
and pressing against her still excited clit.  In the softness of the
candlelight I could see a slight smile.
	"Aren't we gonna get any sleep?" she asked, her eyes closed, and
her mouth smiling.  "I have to get up early."
	"Do you want me to take you to your aunt's?"  Christina shook her
head.
	"Uh, No-o!" she exclaimed.  "I told her I was going to stay in the
village tonight since I have to get up early, which I do sometimes.  I just
crash in a vacant hotel room or with one of the other staff people.  But,"
she said, as she started to play with my hair.  "I was...hoping...that I
could stay with you tonight."  I smiled, and moved up, and kissed her
softly on the lips.  She wrapped her legs around my hips as she
simultaneously wrapped her arms around my back, kissing me gently and
repeatedly. I told her that I'd love it if she stayed.  I then rolled over
on my back, taking her with me so she was lying on top of me.  We kissed
more, letting the kisses linger.  Her hair fell into my face, and I could
smell the fragrance of her shampoo, or conditioner, or whatever.
	"So," she started.  "I bet you're wondering if I was a virgin until
tonight."  I looked her deep in the eyes.
	"No," I replied.  "I wasn't wondering that." I figured she wasn't,
just by the way she kissed and made certain moves.
	"Well, I lost my virginity when I was 15, to an older man."  She
went on to tell me that she'd been attracted to older men even when she was
a young girl.  She told me about her parents, her father who died when she
was 10.  She told me how her aunt and uncle took her and her mom in.  She
went on to explain that her dad was in his 40's and a widower, with two
older stepbrothers, who looked out for her.  She then told me her parents
had been married barely a year when they had her, then a couple of years
later her younger brother was born, and he was now Josh's age.  Then her
father died when he was 54.  The two older stepbrothers went on their own,
while Christina, her mom and younger brother moved in with the sister and
her husband, and Christina found him attractive.  By the time she was 12,
she was having sexual fantasies about him.  She said that she seduced him
when she was 15 and that's how she lost her cherry.  Since then she'd
always been attracted to older men, and she'd had many crushes on various
teachers in high school, and rarely dated guys her age or even college age,
because she preferred older, and even married men.  Christina was now
laying her head on my chest, playing with my chest hairs.  I really felt
like I wanted another go at her pussy, maybe fuck her again. But soon her
breathing slowed, and when she spoke to me about making sure she got up at
7 AM, her speech was slurry, probably from a mix of the beer, the energy
used in the multiple sexual encounters tonight, and the fact that it was
nearly midnight.  I took a deep breath, and caressed her naked back.  I
wanted more: I felt the hunger to cover her body with my mouth.  But I felt
myself begin to drift off, which was stopped by the sound of the fold out
couch being opened up.  Josh was going to bed himself.  But after he
settled down, and I could hear him switch off the living room lights, I
allowed my mind to relive the whole evening.  And as Christina's slow
breathing deepened, I found myself drifting off again, my arms around this
beautiful, young, sweet Latina girl.