Hidden Depths

I woke to the delicious feeling of my cock being enveloped in a warm, soft mouth. On the basis that when I went to bed the night before I had been alone, the most likely explanation was that I was being attacked by a horny cat burglar, the only plus side was that it was probably a horny female cat burglar as I could feel the swish of soft long hair around my cock and balls, either that or it was a really fucked-up Hell's Angel, in which case I was in serious trouble.

The more probable explanation was that it was my horny neighbour to whom I had given a key, and who was prone to using it. I opened my eyes and saw that the culprit was in fact blonde, female, or at least with breasts that dangled attractively below her. She tucked her hair behind her ear and I saw her face, right enough it was my neighbour. Our eyes met and her mouth deserted my cock for long enough to say, "I see the rest of you has woken up, I was beginning to worry." She gave it one long, last suck and sat up right, her breasts settling attractively on her chest. For a forty-something woman they were pretty firm with dark brown nipples and I'd loved them from the first day I'd seen them.

Mind you, nipples were my favourite part of a woman's body, right alongside breasts, legs, bums and pussies, and they all came nicely into view as she swung a leg over my hips and settled down across my upper thighs. There she was in the perfect position to stroke my cock, now sticking up between her legs and she began a regular rhythm, sliding her hand up and down my shaft. It was the ideal way to begin a... my mind searched for which day of the week it was, yes Tuesday. It wasn't that I was stupid, I didn't have a regular job so which day of the week it was only mattered for certain events, such as when to put out the bins.

I wasn't lazy either, I had been made redundant from my job in my early forties, just about when my wife divorced me, and my redundancy had allowed me to pursue a life's ambition, to become a writer. My first novel had been a runaway success, followed by two others and now that income allowed me a certain freedom to pursue life at my pace, I had another book on the go, and a few ideas so all was well in my world.

I had no idea what Janice, my neighbour did for a living, she seemed comfortably off, she dressed well and would disappear a couple of times a week in office type attire, but it was clear she was not a 9-5 slave. No doubt one day we would get round to discussing it, but for the time being we were both very content to continue our relationship as it was. When I say 'relationship' I use the term very loosely, we were not in love, I found her sexy, (very), witty (also very) and nearly always horny (incredibly), so we'd become fuck buddies.

It had all started because of the foxes, I reflected. Our council had gone eco mad and we now had separate bins for everything including food waste, which had its own small bin with a lockable lid. But the cunning animals had learned to tip them over, and if you didn't get the lock just right, the lids popped open and then the foxes made a complete mess of the contents. So, many people had started getting up early and putting them out the morning of the collection rather than the night before. After one such messy experience I had decided they were right and had joined the band of people wandering out first thing in their dressing gowns.

I was relatively new to the neigbourhood, I'd only been in my new house for less than a month, the protracted fall-out from my divorce now finally all settled, and I was looking forward to getting to know my neighbours better. I'd caught glimpses of my immediate neighbour; she looked to be a woman of about my age and from what I could ascertain she lived alone.

So, when I woke, one hand already on my cock for my morning wank and remembered it was 'bin day' I groaned and rolled my naked body out of bed, and after wrapping my dressing gown round me, I trudged downstairs. At least I'd remembered to get it ready the night before, so I picked it up and headed out of the front door.

"Morning neighbour!" came a cheery voice and I looked over to see my neighbour dressed in a light blue robe carrying her food bin in one hand. "I see you've picked up about the foxes," she added pleasantly as we walked to the front of our small drives.

"Yes, one bad experience was all it took," I replied.

"We've all done it. Just the once usually," came the response. She bent down to set the bin down and as she did so her robe fell open at the top and out popped a breast, tipped with a dark brown nipple. Now as I have mentioned, I was a bit of a connoisseur of breasts having studied them from a very young age, and this I recognized was a particularly fine specimen. My cock, already disappointed by the lack of its usual morning wank, lurched.

She caught my gaze and looked down. "Oops!" she exclaimed, "That's no way to greet a new neighbour."

"Oh, I don't know," I replied, my mouth running faster than my brain, "I think it's a rather nice way to say hello."

"A breast man are you then?"

"Oh, I've been known to like a leg now and again, the darker meat can be quite tasty."

"Just as well I've got tanned legs then, isn't it?" To my surprise she pulled aside the flap of her dressing gown and there was her entire leg. Automatically my eyes travelled to the top, but the revelation fell just short of anything really interesting.

Before I could say anything, it was all covered up again and she was retreating back to her door. "See you next week then, same time? If not before." With that she was gone and I was left standing in the street as I realised I had my hand clasped round my cock through the material.

I thought about her words, "If not before." and determined to go and introduce myself properly, but somehow didn't get round to it and before I knew it, bin day had arrived again.

This time I was halfway through my morning wank before I remembered and, reluctantly abandoning my self-gratification, I dragged on my robe and picked up the bin. Whether it was a coincidence or not but there again was my neighbour, dressed as before, only this time her robe looked tightly belted.

"Morning," she greeted me, "we meet again." I saw her eyes drop to my waist and realised with a start that my still half erect cock was bulging out. "My turn for a flash this morning?" Her eyes lifted to mine and I saw the twinkle in them.

"I'll show you mine if you'll show me yours." I retorted.

What I didn't expect was a simple "OK." as her dressing gown was ripped apart and there she was, stark naked underneath it. I already suspected her breasts were more than acceptable, but they were in fact simply stupendous, firm and ripe with dark round nipples. Her waist was trim and between her legs was a neat triangle of blond curly hair from which two very visible pussy lips protruded.

A gasp escaped my mouth as I saw she was grinning, her expression daring me to match her. As if in a dream I undid the belt and pulled the lapels apart, seeing her eyes immediately drop to where my cock was now sticking out very plainly in the open air.

"Hmm, not bad, now let's see if it performs as well as it looks." The gap between us was rapidly closed and I felt the press of her body against mine as her hand closed round my hardness. I felt myself being pushed back, and then the gate behind me opened as I was ushered through. It closed and I watched still thunderstruck as she dropped to her knees and took me in her mouth.

I felt her tongue swirling round as her hand expertly manipulated the base, and for a second as she drew me deeper inside, I thought she was going to take me all the way down her throat. Instead to my disappointment she released me and stood up, drawing me towards her until she was backed up against the wall. One leg was hooked round my hip and I got the picture. A bend of my knees and I was guided between her legs.

She rubbed the end of my cock against her lips a couple of times then lifting herself up slightly fed me straight into her pussy. I pushed up and immediately sank right in, she felt incredibly warm and wet, then my body encountered hers and I began to thrust in and out. I could feel her bobbing up and down, meeting my thrusts as I rammed my cock as hard into her as I could.

My hand slipped between us, and I grabbed a breast, clamping my hand round it and squeezing it. I ducked my head down, my mouth found her nipple and I sucked it in, swirling my tongue round that hard nub. She grabbed my head and dragged it away, clamping her lips to mine as her tongue invaded my mouth, fighting with mine for supremacy.

I could hear her breath rasping through her nose, and I pinched her nipple between my fingers. Our mouths separated and she began to pant and gasp, then incredibly I felt her pussy tighten round my cock as her body started to tremble and shiver. Frantically I pounded into her and then I could feel it, my orgasm rushing up from deep in my body and then with an almighty lunge upwards into her needy pussy I was cumming, my cock erupting, spurting deep inside her as she started to convulse.

There was a roaring in my ears, not from my orgasm I realised, but the refuse lorry that had pulled up the other side of the gate and was systematically emptying the bins into its gaping maw.

I felt her weight fall on me and I held her up, pinned against the wall as my knees started to feel the strain. She opened her eyes and looked at me, then slipped her leg from my hip as my cock slipped out of her. Suddenly I felt very silly, standing half wrapped in my dressing gown in my neighbour's garden, my cock slowly deflating as my cum dribbled down her legs.

"Welcome to the neighbourhood." she said, wrapping her robe back round her, "Same time next week?"

"Fine by me, but can we do it in a bed next time, it's murder on my knees like this."

"OK, but if we're going to do it in bed why wait for next week, why don't you come round for dinner tonight and we can get much better acquainted." I accepted the offer without any hesitation whatsoever, and wrapping my dressing gown round me once more opened the gate and checked that the binmen had gone, before making my way back into my own house. Automatically I looked up at the clock in the hallway, amazed that only five minutes had passed since I'd left the house. Must have been the fastest fuck I'd had in years if not for ever, and I grinned inwardly at the thought that I'd have to make the next one last a bit longer.

Work that morning, for although I enjoyed writing it was still work, didn't come easy, my mind kept wandering back to what had happened, such an amazing surprise that I still couldn't really get my head round it. Partly to blame for that was that my novels tended to have some pretty raunchy sex in them and I was trying to work out how I could build my little escapade into either this book or the next one. Equally I was looking forward to 'getting better acquainted' that evening.

When the time came, I shaved and showered, then contemplated what to wear, it didn't seem a dressy do, so decided upon a pair of chinos and a smart shirt. I grabbed a couple of bottles of wine and strangely feeling a little nervous, went and knocked on the front door. It was answered by an extremely attractive woman, and I had to do a double take to see that it was in fact my neighbour, Janice, she'd told me her name was before we parted. She was wearing a simple, but I could see, expensive dress, very light make-up and her hair was nicely styled. So very different from the 'just out of bed' look and dressing gown of the morning.

She opened the door fully and invited me in. "I didn't know whether you drank white or red so I brought one of each." She took them gratefully and led me into the small but tastefully decorated house. The walls were plain but dotted about were several pictures of the Impressionist style, one of my own favourites and I admired what I assumed were copies or prints.

"You like?" she asked seeing my gaze.

"Yes, I've always admired Monet, I've seen the original of that one in the Musée d'Orsay."

"How do you know that isn't the original and the one in Paris is a copy?" she asked archly.

"I don't, I'm not that much of an expert, but I apologise for making the assumption." She left it at that and offered me a seat in the lounge and asked what I'd like to drink. I plumped for a gin and tonic, usually I preferred beer, but it did tend to fill me up and I could detect the aroma of something very appealing coming from the kitchen.

"Good, then I'll join you." She disappeared for a while, returning with two rather large glasses of sparkling liquid. We toasted each other, "To good neighbours," and I took a sip. It was very strong, and it must have shown on my face.

"Too strong for you?" I assured her it wasn't. "Only I like my G&T like my men, stiff and long." She managed to keep a dead pan face, and I held her gaze with some difficulty. We moved on, chatting about art, about which I didn't know an awful lot, just what I liked and didn't, about books, about which I knew a little more, and I noticed that she seemed to avoid talking about herself or her background. It suited me, I preferred to treat people as I found them, not who they thought they were.

Dinner was delicious, a spaghetti carbonara, I managed not to get anything down my shirt, and the red wine I'd brought actually went very well with it. Janice cleared away the dishes, insisting I stayed at the table, then she returned bearing a tin of custard, a carton of cream and a packet of hundreds and thousands. I looked at them askance, wondering what was going on. "Which topping would you like on your pudding, or if you prefer I've got some ice cream?"

A little perplexed, I asked, "What is the pudding actually?" Janice pulled up the hem of her skirt to the top of her thighs, then hitched herself onto the edge of the table in front of me, and semi leaning back, parted her legs to reveal that she was naked underneath.

"Pussy pie." Was the simple answer. I took in the sight, as I already knew she had a blonde pubic triangle, it was trimmed quite neatly and sat above a prominent clit, already standing proud of its protective hood. Her outer labia were broad and covered in a downy hair; her inner lips were crinkled and protruded somewhat, but not overly so. It wasn't the pussy of a young woman, but it wasn't unattractive.

"Do you mind if I have a taste first?" I asked ingenuously.

"Be my guest," she replied, opening her legs a little wider and, using two fingers, spread her lips apart. Inside it was pink and moist, I could see her pee hole and the crumpled entrance to her vagina and I lowered my head until my mouth was just touching her. Gently I pressed my lips against her and pushed out my tongue, just enough to penetrate her folds slightly. Initially she jumped and then relaxed as I slid the tip along her slit, starting at the top and running down over her entrance then back up to her clit.

I pulled away, and licked my lips, "No, I think it'll be fine without any topping. Is it home made?" Without waiting for an answer I plunged back in, this time forcing my tongue hard against her, flicking her clit before insistently slipping downwards. I could taste the fresh juices seeping from her, whetting my appetite for more, and when I encountered her pussy opening, I pushed my tongue out as far as I could, and into her.

I heard a gasp and looked up to see she was lying back on the table now, her eyes shut. I pulled her forwards until she was only just on the table and rolled her legs up, holding them against my shoulders. I could see her clearly now, right down to her brown puckered arsehole, and I ran my tongue over that. It had a slightly earthy taste, not wholly unpleasant, and I knew how sensitive it would be, so I lingered for a while, rimming it before rasping back up to her pussy.

I took a finger and eased it into her pussy, it went in easily and I added a second, corkscrewing them round and round, getting them thoroughly wet before returning my mouth and tongue to her. I could feel her pushing back against me, her hips rolling to force my tongue up and down her slit. I could sense her head rolling from side to side and could hear the little gasps and moans she was making. She seemed to be getting very aroused very quickly and I recalled how quickly she'd cum that morning.

Now seemed the time to force the pace and I renewed my lingual assault on her pussy and clit before pulling my fingers out, then using just one I traced down her perineum until it encountered her arsehole. I started to circle the tight hole, spreading the lubrication, before pushing gently against the centre. Initially it met hard resistance then I felt it ease and it slipped inside, first just to one knuckle then deeper.

Immediately it was a though a firework had gone off, a strangled scream came from her mouth as her hands grabbed the sides of my head and rammed it against her. There was a flood of juice from her pussy and her body began to shake and shudder. I kept my face against her, my tongue working frantically, then as her body began to calm, I lifted my head up to see her staring at me. "That was simply wonderful." she gasped as I grinned, accepting the compliment.

I could feel my cock straining at the front of my trousers and it seemed an opportune time to release him. I undid my trousers and pushed them and my briefs down, seeing it spring up in front of me. Her eyes flashed to it then back to mine, implicitly giving her assent. I felt faintly ridiculous with my shirt tails dangling round my cock so pulled it up and over my head, in doing so I noticed that the front was soaking wet, so much for keeping the spaghetti sauce away, I thought sub-consciously.

I took my cock in my hand and rubbed it up and down her slit, covering it in her copious juices before pushing it against her. It skidded downwards and came to rest against her arsehole. Optimistically I looked up at her, enquiringly. She shook her head, "I don't mind a finger, but nothing more, not tonight anyway." she answered my unspoken question.

I eased it up again and found the entrance to her pussy and pushed steadily in. I could feel her pussy opening up round me, could see her lips stretching round my girth until I was fully embedded, our bodies just touching. Gradually I began to rock my body, allowing my cock to slide in and out of her, revelling in the sensations running through me as I began to wonder if there wasn't a better way of doing this. We'd joked about using a bed the next time, and whilst this was infinitely preferable to standing up against a brick wall, it still wasn't the most comfortable position.

As if reading my thoughts she said, "Why don't we go upstairs and finish this off properly?" I nodded and pulled my cock out, seeing her pussy close up. I kicked off my trousers, still bunched round my ankles, and removed my shoes and socks as she eased herself off the table, allowing her dress to fall back down. She led me up the stairs, my cock still sticking out in front of me like a compass needle and into her bedroom where she turned her back to me.

"Would you mind doing the zip please?" My fingers found the tag and slid it down, as the dress fell away from her shoulders. She eased it off and stepped out of it, placing it carefully on a chair, her back still to me. I stepped up to her, my cock pushing into her crease as I encircled her with my arms and cupped her breasts through her bra. I felt her pushing back against me, then she spun round, still in my arms, squashing my cock between us. My hand found the fastening for her bra and with a flick of my fingers I unsnapped it. She shrugged it off her shoulders and then her bare breasts were pressed against my chest, it only seemed right to kiss them and I bent my head and took a nipple into my mouth, drawing it between my lips and swirling my tongue round the nub.

My hand slipped between her legs, and I ran my fingers along her folds, she was still slick, and they slid easily until they slipped into her pussy. We stood like that for a few seconds and then she backed away, pulling me with her and sat down on the bed. My cock was at head height and with no hesitation she took it in her hand and slipped it straight into her mouth, lips closing round it as she fed it right back to her throat. For a second I thought she was going to take it all the way down, but she stopped and began to stroke it firmly at the base as she slid it in and out of her mouth.

It wasn't quite like being in a pussy, but it was still hugely arousing, the more so as I could see what she was doing as my cock disappeared and re-appeared glistening wet. Looking up at me she eased it right out, her lips closing round the tip, then released it. "Now I want it inside me," she stated simply, lying back on the bed with her legs wide apart. Her pussy gaped slightly showing the pinkness inside and the invitation was apparent.

I eased myself onto the bed and knelt between her legs before lowering myself down until my cock was just grazing against her. A minor adjustment and I could feel the tip engage and then I pushed steadily in and felt myself enveloped once more in that warm welcoming tunnel. She released a long sigh of satisfaction as her body began to undulate, matching me thrust for thrust as my cock drove in and out.

There really are fewer finer feelings in life than being inside a pussy, the first draught of a cold beer on a hot day comes close, but I know which I'd choose if I could only have one and it wasn't the beer. I could feel her squeezing me, our coupling that morning had been fast and furious and I was determined this time to take my time, but I hadn't counted on Janice's enthusiasm, already I could feel her forcing the pace and I tried to slow her down, deliberately taking my time, pausing every so often, but already her frustration was making itself apparent, her body ramming up into mine.

Perhaps it was time to ring some changes and I pulled out of her, immediately sensing her disappointment, but when I turned her over and lifted her hips up, she got the picture and was soon on all fours, her backside presented deliciously to me. "Not in my arse," she reminded me as I pushed my cock up against her. With the benefit of our earlier activity it slipped in easily and I was soon pumping into her, my hands on her hips, helping and guiding. I could see her breasts swinging below her and reached round to cup one, it was wonderfully full and ripe in my hand and I squeezed it, my fingers scissoring her nipple.

Gradually she slipped lower and lower, first her head found the mattress, then her knees slipped and eventually she was lying flat with my cock barely in her. She rolled away and pushed me onto my back, then swung a leg over me and in one swift move impaled herself, sliding down my shaft until our bodies were touching. In this position she could control the pace and soon she was slamming into me, and I could see her orgasm welling up inside her. I decided to go with her and matched her tempo, driving my cock up as she pushed down. I could feel the end of her pussy against me and knew I was in as deep as I could be.

Then suddenly she went rigid, and a wail escaped her mouth as her body started to judder. I could feel her pussy clamping tightly round me, and I spun her over, my cock barely escaping her pussy as I was once more on top, ramming into her. Her wail became a scream and then I could feel my orgasm deep inside me, rushing up like a rocket and then it was all fireworks as I erupted, my cock exploding inside her, spurting my cum deep into her pussy. Suddenly she went completely limp, her breasts squashed against my chest as I continued to ease myself in and out of her until my softening cock slipped from her.

All was still and quiet except for our thudding hearts and heavy breathing, then even that calmed, and I rolled away from her onto my back. I tucked into her side, my arm across her chest, one hand gently fondling a breast. How long we lay like that I didn't know, my eyes were heavy, and I found myself dozing. I felt the covers being pulled over us and a voice in the distance, "Stay with me." and that was it, I knew no more until morning.

I woke, confused, the light was coming from the wrong direction and there was a warm body pressed up against me, then my senses gathered themselves into some semblance of order, and I remembered it all. My cock was hard and pressing into something soft, something that stirred and pushed back before turning over to face me, one hand slipping to my waist to grasp my shaft and start to stroke it. "That's a nice way to wake up," I murmured, beginning to enjoy the sensation.

"Not as nice as this," Janice rolled into a sitting position and not releasing me, swung a leg over and before I knew it had fed me into her pussy and was bouncing up and down on me. I lay there, still not fully awake, but sufficiently so to appreciate the way her breasts were wobbling on her chest. I reached up and cupped them, brushing my thumbs over her nipples.

"Did you have any plans for today?" I searched my mind and shook my head; there was nothing that couldn't be deferred. "Good because I've got one or two ideas."

I didn't go home for two days, not even to change my clothes, that wasn't necessary as we didn't wear any. We fucked in every room of the house in every conceivable manner until I could take it no more and pleaded to be released from paradise. Finally, Janice took pity on me and I went home to bed, to sleep and to recover.

Over the next couple of weeks we met occasionally, usually for mind blowing sex, it was nothing to receive a message, <> and five minutes later be in one bed or another hammering away until one or the other or both of us came explosively. As we got to know each other's needs and wants better, she seemed to settle down a little, out was the frantic need to race to an orgasm, in was the desire to build slowly, to relish the sensations, to explore and to enjoy being together. Still no mention was made of what she did to support herself or anything about a family, and I didn't pursue the matter, I revealed I was a writer and she read my books and insisted on acting out all the sex scenes; she was always coming up with some idea for a plot or another, most of which involved sex.

She had a wonderful lack of any inhibitions, during those two days we shared everything, food, our bodies and even our bathroom activities, it was nothing to be in the shower or even on the toilet and she'd come wandering in, either to go to the toilet herself, or just to sit and chat.

I hadn't seen her for several days which had enabled me to catch up on my schedule, and I was beginning to wonder when we'd get together again when I woke that Tuesday and found her in my bed sucking my cock. As ever even with the new Janice, matters proceeded quickly and before long she'd abandoned that and was sitting astride me, stroking my cock and then I was inside her, our bodies finding a mutually acceptable rhythm.

I was enjoying the sight of her breasts rolling gently on her chest when out of the blue she asked, "Do you like this?"

"What?"

"This!" It was only then that I noticed she was pulling at her pubes. "Are you a shaven haven man or a hairy hole man?" To be honest I had not paid an awful lot of attention to what was on the outside, my interest lay more on what was inside and told her so. "Typical man, it's important that it all looks right. After all that's why you have eye-catching covers on books, to lure you in."

"I'd never really thought about it, as long as I haven't got to dig my way through masses of hair to get there, I'm easy either way. Do you want a change?"

"Perhaps, but not right now."

We continued to move harmoniously together, we were starting to know exactly what the other wanted and when, and usually managed to cum more or less together. It made for some uncoordinated moments, my cock would slip out of her just as I was cumming and make a mess everywhere, but right now were content just to be making love together.

That is what it was becoming, from the first frantic fuck behind the gates to making love comfortably in a bed, not that we lacked passion, I could feel her starting to change up a gear now, she was rolling her hips with just a little more intensity and when each thrust started to be accompanied by a little wriggle, I knew we were well on our way. I reached up and cupped her breasts, that was the beauty of cowboy, not only could I see her body in all its glory, but I could play with her breasts.

Her nipples were quite hard, they usually got that way when excited, then as they became engorged with blood they would swell, turning a darker purple then the whole nipple and areola would stand out from her breast, making them eminently suckable, just as they were now. I forced my body up and pushed my mouth to her breasts, taking first one then the other nipple into my mouth, my hands feeding them alternately to me.

I could see the pleasure it gave her and could feel the effect it was having on her pussy as it started to get wetter from the fluids coursing out of her. That was another thing I'd learned, just how wet she could get. I don't think she'd ever squirted, but when aroused she flooded with juices, fresh on my tongue and I lapped them up, relishing the taste. Not now though, although I could feel a little dribble of something between my legs.

Another gear change and I lay back, starting to push my hips upwards to meet her each time, the rolling in her body getting more pronounced and I could see a dreamy, faraway look appear on her face. In fact, I knew it meant she was concentrating, focussing her mind and body in driving the maximum pleasure from our union.

Ever faster we moved and I was in danger of my cock slipping out of her, so grabbed hold of her hips to steady us. Immediately it felt better, and I found I could drive my cock hard up into her pussy as it came down, our bodies meeting with an explosive slapping sound. Faster and harder we thrust, our bodies taking over motor control and the faraway look became one of almost desperation, and I knew that presaged her orgasm as every fibre of her being drove her relentless onwards.

I could feel something stir deep inside me, a spark igniting a flame and then it was rushing up through me and I was nearly there. Her pussy clamped round me as I felt her start to judder and then I exploded inside her, our bodies slamming into each other, my cum pumping out of my cock deep inside her, once, twice and three times before she collapsed on top of my chest and we were still. I could feel her pussy slowing clenching and unclenching round me, then my cock slipped out of her, and she rolled away, her body tucking into my side as she slowly recovered her composure.

"Was there anything in particular you wanted to see me about?" I asked as innocuously as I could.

She looked up and punched me on the arm, "Bastard!" But the eyes belied the words. "No, I woke up horny and started to play with myself, but then thought of you all tucked up nice and warm with a hard cock and decided to pay you a visit. But while I'm here, do you fancy going out for lunch today? Just to a pub? The weather's set fair and I've not got much on..." I looked her naked body up and down, grinning. "No stupid. What about you? Are you in full flow?"

We used to joke about that, as a writer I had periods where the words just wouldn't come, and times when I couldn't stop them flowing from my fingers. Recently I had been making steady if unspectacular progress and knew that taking today off would not be a problem.

"No, lunch sounds nice, how about we split up and meet again at mid-day and head off. I know a nice pub in the country that does a mean steak pie and chips. OK with you?" She confirmed it was and rolled off the bed, picking up her dressing gown from the floor and putting it back on.

"Did you come round here in that?" It wasn't the most sturdy of garments.

"Yes, why not? If it's good enough to put the bins out in, it's good enough to come round here."

"Yes, but look what happened when you met me whilst putting the bins out!"

"The luckiest day of your life," she taunted me as she left.

Soon after mid-day we were bowling along in my little sports car, my pride and joy. It wasn't in the supercar category, it was quite old, but had few miles on the clock and had been lovingly maintained. I only used it on special occasions and had deemed this to be one. Janice looked great, she'd dressed in a flowing summer dress, and with the top of the car down her hair was blowing about.

The pub wasn't crowded, and the steak pie was, as I had heard, excellent, although Janice had deemed it to much for her and had the salmon steak instead. Washed down with a bottle of wine it was a very pleasant interlude, and we left in buoyant spirits. That was until she turned to me and asked, "Can you stop please? I forgot to have a wee at the pub and if we don't stop soon I'm in danger of wetting my knickers." I glanced her way, a lascivious grin on my face, but then thought about my precious upholstery and quickly began to look for a suitable place.

I pulled into a gateway, the gate shut, and turned the engine off. "Do you need a hand?" I enquired innocently.

"No, I'm perfectly capable thank you, I'm a big girl now." She got out of the car and disappeared through the gate as I sat and waited. And waited. I was just starting to get a bit worried when I heard her voice.

"Actually, I would appreciate a hand." Wondering what on earth could have gone wrong, I leapt out of the car and rushed to the gate, peering over. I could just see her feet which appeared to be attached to a body lying on the ground. My immediate thought was that she had fallen over and had hurt herself, so I opened the gate and rushed in. She was actually lying on a small bank, propped up on one elbow and looked in perfectly fine fettle.

"What's the matter? "I asked, still a little concerned.

"I need a hand," she repeated, "here." She opened her legs to reveal she was knickerless, her pussy on open display surmounted by its usual trimmed triangle of fair, curly hair. My cock twitched at the sight, and I could feel it starting to swell in my trousers. I couldn't help it, I grinned, inwardly slightly miffed at my gullibility, but already my mind was starting to wonder where this would take us.

I knelt by her side, pretending to be concerned, "Here?" I asked, extending my hand and touching her muff with the back of my fingers.

"Lower." She took my hand and turned it round then pushed it between her legs. Instinctively I pushed my finger into her slit, it felt slick and moist, and I half hoped it wasn't from pee. It didn't seem to be as it slipped easily into her pussy, which was as warm as ever.

"Yes, right there. I've got an itch." I curled my finger upwards which garnered a little moan, "Yes, keep doing that and it'll be sorted in no time." I added a second finger and teased her clit with my thumb. "Mmm, that feels lovely. I 'm so glad you came to my rescue, let me give you a reward." She reached for my trousers and undid them, peeling them to each side and delved in to grasp my cock which she triumphantly hoicked out. It went straight into her mouth, and it was my turn to gasp as he drew it right to the back of her throat.

Her eyes met mine, "Aren't you glad we stopped now?" she asked coquettishly, pulling me out for just long enough to speak before taking me right back in. I could only nod as the waves of pleasure rolled through me. I was just starting to worry about cumming too early when she pulled me out. "My turn now." With that she lay back and spread her legs wide apart.

I took the hint and rolled over between her legs, sliding down so my face was right against her pussy. I could see the moisture glistening on her lips and gently pressed my mouth to them, savouring the taste of her juices. A low moan came from her, and I poked my tongue out and slid it gently along her slit, eliciting another moan, then without warning mashed my mouth to her, and forced my tongue hard into her.

This time it was a cry, and I felt a fresh surge pussy juice flooding from her, zinging on my tongue as her hips pushed up against me. I guessed this wasn't going to be a long languorous love making session, and leaving her pussy, I inched up her body until my cock was nudging against her. "Mind my dress," she called out, "it'll get wrecked." She pushed me to one side and gathered it up around her waist then pulled it up and over her head. Her bra was pretty standard, two lace panels at the front through which I could just about make out the dark roundels of her nipples.

"That might get wrecked as well," I suggested hopefully.

She reached behind her but then paused. "No way am I getting naked in a field of cows while you are fully clothed." I looked round, there were no cows I could see, and the logic of her argument failed me, but I knew when I was beaten and stripped off my shirt followed by my trousers and underwear. My cock sprang up between us and she looked down at it. "That's better, now you can fuck me." Off came her bra and I was treated to the sight of her breasts, to which I was becoming addicted.

I couldn't help it, I dropped my head and sucked a nipple into my mouth whilst fondling the other one. My reward was to be pushed backwards, then a leg was thrown over my hips and she was straddling me, my cock held firmly in her hand. She wiped the end up and down her pussy a couple of times then lowered herself down, her lips parting to envelop me in that warm, wet, welcoming tunnel.

We both exhaled long and sibilantly as she sank down round me and that wonderful feeling coursed through my body and we began to move in harmony, my eyes locked on the way her breasts were moving sensuously on her chest. I reached up and cupped them, rolling her nipples between thumb and forefinger as she squeezed my cock with her pussy. I could feel the sun on my back, could hear the birds in the trees and all seemed wonderful with my world.

That was until I heard two car doors slam and voices from the other side of the hedge. We both stopped and turned to face the gate just as it opened and two police officers came through, their radios squawking and squelching. They were both young, a man and a woman, dressed in trousers and white short sleeved shirts and looking all business.

"Good afternoon, Ma'am, Sir, is everything all right?"

"Perfectly thank you Officer," replied Janice her body starting to move again, "we're just enjoying a little post-prandial exercise to help the digestion."

"I see Ma'am, but to me it looks more like outraging public decency, which is a criminal offence."

Janice didn't miss a beat, "Well Officer, to be considered guilty of that, my understanding is that we must be committing a lewd act in public, that is witnessed by two people who are outraged. Now I accept that we are in a public place, albeit behind a hedge but to my mind the act itself is one that is carried out by billions of people every day, so I would disagree that it is lewd.

"Secondly, I accept that there are two of you, but as to the outrage I cannot see that, as you, Sir, are sporting a rather large bulge in your trousers indicative of an erection that signifies you are actually becoming aroused, not outraged.

"As for you Miss, sorry Officer, I wouldn't be surprised to know that you are developing a wet patch in your knickers. Is that correct?"

I saw her hand creep down towards her crotch before pulling sharply back.

"Now," continued Janice, "why don't you exercise some common sense and leave us to enjoy ourselves, or," she added almost as an afterthought, "you could always join us?" I looked back at her in surprise, thinking that was rather like prodding an angry crocodile with a stick. "I bet an attractive couple like you are already more than good friends, aren't you?" The look that passed between them made me think she was on to something. "Go on, at least get your cock out and have a good wank, much better idea that going and sitting in that car of yours with an uncomfortable hard-on."

Another look between them, then I saw his hand go to his cock and squeeze it through his trousers, his eyes fixed on the two of us as he slid down his zip and fished inside, his hand emerging with what appeared to be a huge cock. His fist went round it and began to stroke vigorously up and down.

There was a stifled gasp from his partner, and I looked over at her, she was already ahead of him, she had her trousers halfway down her thighs and with her knees flexed slightly was briskly rubbing the front of a pair of white panties. Janice had been right, even from a few yards away I could see the dampness in them, then her hand slipped into the waistband and a look of sheer pleasure came over her face and the front of her panties bulged.

"Go on, fuck her," encouraged Janice, "can't you see she wants it, wants that big cock of yours inside her, splitting her tight pussy open." If her words were intended to arouse and inflame then they were certainly working and even I was starting to feel the effects of the situation.

In two strides he was beside her, their lips locked together, tongues scrabbling in each other's mouth. He shoved a hand down inside her panties as she grabbed his cock, then he was on his knees in front of her, pulling her trousers and panties down to reveal a perfectly clean-shaven pussy. Feverishly he pressed his mouth to her pussy as he grabbed her backside and she tried to open her legs as wide as possible, but clearly hampered by the trousers still round her ankles. I looked at the heavy boots they were both wearing and my brain instantly saw the problem, no way were they going to get their trousers off without considerable effort.

She solved the problem, turning away from him and dropping onto all fours, her backside perched delectably in the air. I could see her flawlessly clean pussy lips, her pink arsehole framed by the globes of her bum. He wasted no time, dropping to his knees and lining up with her pussy, a couple of misdirected lunges, then his cock began to disappear inside her, as her pussy lips parted to accommodate him.

Janice gasped and I felt a surge of wetness round my cock and I saw her biting her bottom lip between her teeth as her until now steady rhythm began to increase in intensity, we exchanged glances, then as one looked back at the improbable tableau unfolding in front of us.

He had his hands on her hips, his cock pumping forcefully in and out of her, then he pushed the bottom of her shirt up her back to reveal a fairly hefty bra, a flick of his fingers and it fell away and out dropped two large breasts capped by broad, dark nipples, swinging rhythmically beneath her.

I felt a jab in the ribs and looked back to Janice as she grabbed my hands and returned them to her breasts, the message clear. At this rate no-one was going to last long, the grunting and groaning from all four of us was now reaching a crescendo, I could feel my arousal growing and growing, and from the way Janice was beginning to lose her hitherto immaculate co-ordination, she was not far off cumming.

I switched my attention back to our new friends, her head was slowly dropping to the ground, pushing her arse higher in the air and he was slamming his cock harder and harder into her, then with a loud grunt he threw his head back and from the way his body was jerking I surmised he was cumming, his cock pumping cum into her pussy. She reached between her legs with one hand and frigged her pussy, fingers blurring, then she all but collapsed onto the ground.

Janice grunted and then I could feel her pussy pulsing round me, I focussed back on her and thrust hard up into her, the tightness round my cock swiftly bringing my orgasm to the fore and I felt myself soaring as my cock spurted inside her, jet after jet until I was spent.

Janice rolled off me, lying back on the grassy bank, her legs apart and I could see a trickle of white start to seep from between her lips. She looked over at the woman and I followed her gaze. She too was lying back, breasts lolling on her chest, with one foot half tucked up, her pussy fully exposed with a similar trail escaping her. Their eyes met. "Messy buggers, aren't they?" commented Janice and the two of them laughed.

"Yes, I wouldn't mind, but I've got to sit in this for another six hours." Janice gave her a look of sympathy, and we watched as she pulled up her panties and with a grimace settled them round herself. Her bra was swiftly fastened, tucking those lovely tits away, then before I realised it, we were all dressed and standing rather awkwardly at the gate.

"Is that your car Sir?" he asked, "2001 vintage, isn't it? V6 2.5 litre engine?"

"You know your cars, Officer."

"Just like women really Sir, you have to treat them right, spend some money on them occasionally and make sure they are serviced regularly. Careful how you go Sir." With that the pair of them got back into their car and drove off.

"Well, that was interesting," remarked Janice.

"How did you know all that about outraging public decency?"

"Must have read it somewhere." she answered a little vaguely, "Now let's get home before they come back and arrest us!"

Our casual relationship rolled on, we were getting more and more comfortable with each other, the sex was still mind-blowing, but there was a definite closeness about us now, and one night the unthinkable happened, we went to bed and to sleep without having sex! Of course, we made up for it in the morning and as we lay in each other's arms, recovering our breath, Janice told me her sister was coming to stay for a couple of days.

"I didn't know you had a sister?"

"You never asked. But while you're asking now, I've got a daughter as well."

I sat up in bed, shocked. "A daughter?"

"Yes, why not, I'm not some dried up old spinster you know. She goes to university in Spain, so we don't see as much of each other as we'd like. But we video chat regularly."

"So does that mean I won't be seeing you for a few days?" I asked, my mind still on the first part of the conversation while it processed the second part.

"Fucking me don't you mean?"

"No, well yes."

"It depends, I'll miss this of course," she fondled my cock "and we may be able to sneak in the odd quickie, perhaps on bin day behind the gate, so no wanking, make sure those balls are kept well topped up." I wasn't so sure about that.

I kept an eye open for her sister, but saw very little, the occasional glimpse of someone perhaps, until about the second day of her visit when I saw the two of them return from somewhere in Janice's car. They were both very smartly dressed and disappeared into her house as I carried my coffee back up into my study. It was actually a back bedroom, kitted out with a desk and my computer and where I did all my writing.

It had been an unusually productive day, I'd knocked out several chapters and was feeling really pleased with myself as I stood, coffee mug in hand, looking out of the back window. Movement in Janice's back garden caught my eye and I leaned forward to see what was going on. She was still in her dressy clothes, rearranging two sun loungers on her patio, then she disappeared back into the house. I continued to look out for her, waiting to see what happened next, and was just on the point of giving up when she reappeared carrying what looked like two large gin and tonics, setting them down on a small table. She'd changed into a bikini, I'd seen her naked more times than I could count, but had never seen her in swimwear.

She looked pretty good in it, and I peered intently out of the window, realising with a shock that it wasn't a bikini but her bra and panties. Now those I was familiar with, but not in this setting and I found myself grabbing at my cock.

She turned back to face indoors, clearly talking with someone, then reached behind her and unsnapped her bra, allowing it to fall off her shoulders as her breasts were exposed. Naturally I was immediately interested, even if I was becoming increasingly familiar with them and I started to squeeze myself as my cock began to stiffen. She settled herself back onto the lounger and took a sip of her drink, then looked straight up at my window. Instinctively I ducked back, hoping she hadn't seen me apparently spying on her, but seemingly she hadn't as her hands went to the waistband of her panties then shimmied them down and off.

I stared rapt as she fluffed up her pubes then ran her fingers round her pussy before sniffing them and taking another sip of her drink. I couldn't help it, I'd tried to follow her friendly instruction and not masturbate, but this was too much, and I undid my trousers and pushed them down to my ankles, taking my cock firmly in my hand and starting to stroke.

Another figure came into view, presumably her sister, she was already naked, her back was to me, but as she turned to face me I could see her breasts were every bit as good as her sister's and then my gaze dropped to see she was completely bald round her pussy. My cock lurched as my hand flew up and down the shaft, any attempt at self-restraint gone, my only thoughts now on cumming as hard and fast as possible.

My phone pinged. Shit, who was that? I looked down at the screen, 'Janice' it said. Still rubbing my cock, I picked up the phone and unlocked it. <> I looked up and out of the window to see them both lying back, their glasses raised to me.

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Stunned I just sat there, my hand quiet but still wrapped round my cock, wondering what to do. Did I finish first? Wait for my erection to subside? Just go round as I was? In the end I sort of compromised, I gave my cock one last stroke, then moved away from the window so I wouldn't be tempted to look again, and hammered out a few more words, just setting the scene for the next chapter.

It didn't seem worthwhile dressing up, not if I was going to be taking my clothes off as soon as I got round there, so I stuffed my still half-mast cock back into my trousers and made my way directly to Janice's back garden. The gate was unlocked, and I went through it, calling out that it was only me.

They were still there, still naked and as I approached, they stood to greet me. Janice wrapped me in her usual hug, breasts pressing against my chest, and turned away to introduce me to her sister, "David this is Helen, my sister." We stood there appraising each other, Helen's body was every bit as good as Janice's, breasts slightly larger with similar nipples, trim waist with a slight belly roll and a clean-shaven pubic area below which I could see a pair of neat pussy lips.

She stepped forward to give a light hug, our bodies barely touching and an air kiss, instinctively I put a hand on the small of her back. "I'm very pleased to meet you David, Janice doesn't stop talking about you. Now get your clothes off and let's see if the reality lives up to the hype."

"Helen!" admonished Janice, shooting an apologetic look my way.

"Well, that what he came round here for isn't it? Do you need a hand with anything?"

She reached out for my belt buckle and was abruptly pushed aside by Janice, "He's a big boy, he can undress himself," she said a little tartly, "I told you earlier, you can look but you can't touch." Just what had they been discussing earlier I wondered?

I slipped my shirt off, then taking a deep breath pushed my trousers and briefs down in one go before stepping out of them. My cock had reacted to the sight of the two naked women and was standing stiffly to attention.

There was a soft whistle from Helen, "My, you were right, he is a big boy, no wonder you've had that silly grin on your face." Again, she reached out but her hand was slapped gently away by Janice who guided me protectively to a spare sun lounger. I sat down and reclined back a little, my hands trying to conceal as much of my erection as possible without actually grabbing my cock.

"I'm sorry about this," I apologised.

"Don't be concerned on my behalf, "countered Helen, "my ex-husband had one almost permanently, always on the look out for a hole to put it in. The problem was that not all of them were mine so that's why he's my ex-husband. If you need a hand to get rid of it, I can make myself available."

"Helen, why don't you go and make yourself available to get David a drink, and you can top ours up while you're at it," instructed Janice. She watched Helen's retreating saunter and then turned to me, "I'm sorry David, she can be a bit 'in your face' sometimes, but she really has got a heart of gold. Seriously though, do you need to do something with that?" She reached down and gave it a fondle, sliding her hand round it and then a couple of strokes up and down which did nothing to help it dissipate.

Quite where it would have led, I wasn't prepared to guess, but in any event Helen returned with a tray and our drinks and Janice snatched her hand guiltily away just in time. Helen didn't help the situation by provocatively leaning forward beside me to set my drink down, her breasts dangling attractively right in front of my face. Then to cap it all she turned and bent down the other way, treating me to a ring-side view of her bald pussy lips and back hole. I almost groaned and had to force my hand away from my cock. If this went on, then I was in for a torrid time.

I tried to settle, we chatted about this and that, but every time I started to feel a little more 'relaxed' something would happen, and my cock would twitch and start to stiffen again. Finally, Helen sat up, "David, you're going to have a problem if you don't do something about that, not to mention that just looking at it is making my pussy wet. Go on, give yourself a wank or one of us will do it for you."

I looked at Janice who just shrugged her shoulders, so I sat up and was about to roll off the lounger to go inside when Helen continued, "You can do it here, looking at these might help." She pushed her breasts together, nipples almost touching, another shrug from Janice so I somewhat self-consciously clasped my hand round my prick and started to slide it up and down.

The relief was instantaneous, and the tension began to leave me as my hand settled into a brisk rhythm. I looked up at Janice who was watching me intently, then across at Helen whose eyes seemed locked on my cock. She lifted them and met mine, then with a smile opened her legs wide baring her pussy properly for the first time. I could see her crinkly inner lips, just parted enough to reveal a hint of pink, then she slipped a hand down and pushed a finger into her slit, sliding it along. More pink, and I was certain I could see more than a hint of moisture as she allowed it to slide up and complete a few circles round her clit before it descended once more, then to my disbelief disappeared into her pussy.

"Come on Janice, aren't you going to join us, you can't be shy, we've got ourselves off together lots of times, and I'm sure David is more than familiar with your pussy." Janice looked rapidly from Helen to me and back again, indecision apparent on her face, then it cleared, and she spread her legs as her hand slid down through her pubes and onto her pussy as she began to masturbate in earnest.

I didn't know where to look, Janice's furry delights or the less familiar bald slit between her sister's legs, or two pairs of wonderful breasts oscillating rapidly on their chests. My eyes constantly roved, taking it all in, or as much as my overheated brain could absorb. When Helen added a second finger to the first in her pussy and began to thrust them briskly in and out I was almost ready to burst, but when Janice copied her that almost did it, my hand flying up and down in a blur of motion.

All sorts of grunts and groans, squeaks and sighs were coming from the three of us, and I could feel something stirring inside me, I was torn between prolonging it and letting rip now, trying to gauge the level of each of the other's arousal. The answer was given to me by Janice, whose body began to judder, then a strangled cry came from her as the fingers ramming in and out of her pussy started to make a squelching sound. I knew how wet she could get and stared intently at her pussy, sure enough she was soaked, her fingers spraying and spreading the fluids leaking copiously from her everywhere.

She stopped shuddering and opened her eyes, meeting mine. What she saw in them I don't know but she rolled off her bed and quickly knelt beside me, and before I knew it she had pushed my hand away and replaced it with hers. That did it, I could feel the surge of my orgasm inside me and my cock became like granite as the first spurt jetted out, hitting her on the face, then she opened her mouth and directed the next two into it, before swallowing as the remaining two or three spurts spattered against her neck and chest.

There was a drawn-out scream of "Fuuuuck" from Helen as her body began to convulse, her toes curling up and her body desperately gasping for air. Then two shudders and she was still, chest heaving, eyes shut.

Janice met my look, then very deliberately took my cock in her mouth, feeding it right to the back, then closed her lips round it and drew it slowly out, cleaning the cum from it. She swallowed once more, then reached for her gin and tonic and took a mouthful, swilling it round and round before swallowing again. "Mmmm, cum cocktail."

"Bitch!" came from the other lounger, we looked over and Helen had opened her eyes and was watching us, a smile belying the words, "My turn next."

"Oh no you don't," retorted Janice, "you go and find your own."

The rest of the afternoon passed agreeably, my erection made one or two half-hearted attempts to return, but didn't really trouble me and aside from a few lingering looks from both of them no further mention was made of what we'd done. The offer was made for me to stay to dinner, one I accepted, and as the evening chill descended, we dressed and made our way indoors.

Dinner was pasta, washed down with a couple of bottles of Rioja and it was in a mellow frame of mind that the three of us settled down to half watch a film. I was pleased when Janice cuddled up to me on the sofa, and pleasantly surprised when Helen did the same on the other side with no remonstrations from Janice. Someone at one point got up and returned with a blanket that they threw over all three of us and I felt as though I'd been transported to heaven, all warm and cosy with a soft body either side of me.

The inevitable happened and I dozed off, and I suspect that I wasn't the only one, when I woke the film had finished and it was quite late. There was strange feeling round my groin and I realised that it was a hand slowly squeezing and releasing my cock. I looked at Janice, she was still asleep, a look the other way and my eyes were met by the smiling face of Helen. "Shush," she whispered, and her fingers began to scrabble at my flies. Tempted though I was I knew Janice would be furious with both of us and reluctantly I pushed her hand away and contrived to elbow Janice who woke with a start.

"What...?" She stuttered, looking around. "Time for bed, I think. Are you staying David?"

"That would be nice."

"Oh, good a threesome, haven't had one of those for a while," Helen perked up considerably.

"I've told you before, find your own." A little blearily we all stood up and made our way up the stairs, hugging and kissing each other goodnight.

"Are you sure Janice?" One last attempt from Helen that was rebuffed, and we went into Janice's bedroom and closed the door.

Janice turned to me and looked thoughtfully at me, "You didn't want to... you know... with Helen?"

"No," I replied gallantly, "why would I when I have you?"

"Good, now come here and let me give you your reward." The gap between us closed instantly and our mouths met, lips crushed against each other, tongues scrabbling. I could feel the soft press of her body against me and my cock began to stiffen tangibly between us. I knew she could feel it, she was almost rubbing herself against me and I slipped a hand between us to cup her breast. Even through her clothes and her bra I could feel the hardness of her nipple and I squeezed it gently eliciting a soft moan from her.

We broke apart and wordlessly stripped off our own clothes, my cock bouncing up as her luscious breasts came into view. She lay back on the bed, her legs apart and I knew just what she wanted, positioning myself between them, my cock just nudging up against her pussy. I could feel her pushing back against me, trying to impale herself round me, but I taunted her, dropping my head to her breasts and sucking on her nipples.

"David," she encouraged me, "I want..." I didn't give her a chance to finish, I slipped quickly down the bed and mashed my face against her pussy, thrusting my tongue hard into her slit. I could taste the fresh juices surging from her, soaking my face and lapped at them as she gasped and moaned above me. Her hips began to thrust up and her hands capture the sides of my head, forcing me even harder against her, then she was practically vibrating as her orgasm burst suddenly, her pussy spraying me with a clear liquid and she shuddered and shook as I held her tight.

Slowly the earthquake became aftershocks, each one a little less and finally she was still, just the rise and fall of her chest indicating she was still alive. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand and slid back up her body until I was nudging against her once more. She opened her eyes, "I'm sorry, I've made you all wet again, but that's what you do to me, I don't think I've ever cum so hard and fast, but it's been torture for me to be around you all day, naked and horny but unable to touch you as I wanted."

"I don't think Helen would have minded," I commented.

"No, but she would have joined in and I'm not certain I want that. Not just now. But what I do want now is this," she rolled her hips, and the tip of my cock just pressed up against her opening.

"This?" I teased her, pushing in half an inch, "Or this?" With one firm thrust I was inside her, I could feel her pussy lips stretching round me, that all-enveloping warm, wet, welcoming sensation coursing through me.

She gasped as I thrust deep inside, then began to pump my cock in and out of her. She matched my rhythm, her body rolling with me, both of us feeling perfectly in tune with each other. It was amazing how quickly we'd become totally comfortable in each other's company, be it in bed or just socially and now as we made love, I felt myself immersed in this woman's being.

I felt myself being rolled away and wondered what I had done, but only until Janice's legs straddled me and my cock was fed straight back into her pussy. She sat above me, her hips rolling to drive my cock in and out of her and I lay there almost mesmerised by the gentle sway of her breasts. I reached up and cupped them, seeing the smile on her face as she covered my hands with hers, and pulled them tighter against her. "Just relax and let me do the work," she instructed.

I tried, but it was too difficult, all I wanted to do was thrust up inside her and despite myself my body was moving almost automatically, my hips undulating in time with her. How long we were absorbed in each other I couldn't say, but I began to detect a change in her, subtle at first, but she was definitely moving a little faster, and soft groans and grunts were breaking out from her mouth. I dropped my hands to her hips and started to guide and lift her, my cock almost slipping from her warm tunnel, then she would slam down on my body and my cock would split her open once again.

The sensation was exquisite, the sight captivating and there was no place on earth I wanted to be apart from with her, in her. "I'm going to cum," she announced suddenly, and her body took on a new tempo, not a frenzy but certainly approaching a frantic pace. Her hand dropped to her clit and began to rub hard at it, and I could feel my own arousal rising in me.

Faster and faster, we moved, both driven by the same primeval instinct, our bodies craving release. Who came first I couldn't say, but I knew I was exploding inside her and she almost screamed as her pussy clamped hard round my cock, and she began to shake and shudder. Then she collapsed onto my chest, and it was left to me to continue to drive my cock into her pulsing pussy until I was dry.

We lay there for a few minutes, our bodies returning to normal, then she slipped off me and pulled the covers up over us, tucking herself into my side and muttering something indistinctly.

"Sorry?" I asked.

"Just saying that was a good one," she replied unconvincingly.

When I woke it was to the pleasurable sensation of a hand sleepily stroking my morning erection. I opened my eyes to see that Janice didn't have hers open yet, so I leaned over and kissed each eye, then her nose and mouth and then my real target, her nipples. "Mmmm, that's nice." I moved to go lower but she restrained me," No, I'm too messy, just make love to me again." I needed no encouragement and rolled over on top of her as she opened her legs for me. I pushed my cock forwards, feeling for her opening and she used her hand to guide me to it.

A firm but gentle push and I was inside, easing past her walls until I was deeply embedded. Another deep sigh from her and I began to move slowly, the way easing as her pussy began to seep its lubricating fluids. I felt her start to match my movements, her body undulating slowly as the sensations began to wash over us. It was warm and cosy and fulfilling and unhurried and I was beginning to think that this was a very good way to start off every day, and that perhaps Janice might be interested in being the person with whom I woke.

She seemed to have a rather strange relationship with her sister, almost as if everything between them was turned into a competition and I wondered if they had always been that way or if it was a more recent thing.

A squeeze round my cock from Janice's pussy brought me back to the present and I tried to focus on what I was doing, but my mind kept wandering back to the rather strange afternoon we'd had, it wasn't often I'd enjoyed a three-way masturbation session, in fact I couldn't recall another one ever, not even in my books.

The memory sent a little ripple of excitement through me, two very attractive women and me all masturbating furiously, breasts, pussies and cock being stroked, rubbed and plundered until we all came violently, the sight of my cum spurting over Janice's face sending another jolt through me.

I began to wonder what Helen was doing now, perhaps she had her hand between her legs at this very moment, ramming fingers into her sopping pussy, thinking of how my cock would feel in her snatch. It was too much for me, I felt my balls boil and I was cumming hard, my cock pulsing inside Janice's pussy as she squeezed me tight. I lay there for a second, then rolled off, expecting Janice to cuddle up to my side as was her wont. Instead, she spread her legs wide apart and thrust three fingers deep into her pussy and began to pump them vigorously in and out.

I could see my cum oozing out of her, being scattered immediately by her rapidly moving fingers. Suddenly she leaned over and ripped open a bedside table drawer, her hand went in and emerged triumphantly with what looked like an enormous cock. It was exactly that, complete with ridges and veins. She put in in her mouth swirled it round a couple of times then pushed it up against her pussy. It was much bigger than me and I wondered how she'd get it all in, but then it began to disappear, inch by inch until most of it had disappeared then she began to ease it in and out.

I could see her lips stretched tightly round it as her hand began to pick up pace, she started to rub her clit with her free hand, both moving ever faster. Then her hips bucked, and her body began to convulse and I could see the orgasm sweeping through her. I leaned forward and sucked a nipple hard into my mouth, squeezing her other breast hard and a scream broke from her mouth as her back arched up. Then with a huge sigh she collapsed back down, her body still twitching. Slowly she pulled the enormous cock from her, and I saw her pussy close up again.

She lay back, another sigh, "That's better." This time she did cuddle into my side and very nice it was too as we snuggled down a bit.

There was a knock on the door, and it opened to reveal Helen in a dressing gown, bearing a tray with three mugs of steaming liquid. "I thought you might need a cuppa after that." She set them down as we sat up and then to my surprise took off her dressing gown to reveal she was naked. "You don't mind, do you?" she asked, and without waiting for an answer pulled back the covers and got in beside me. I looked from one side to the other, a pair of magnificent breasts either side of me, and two naked bodies under the covers.

We sat in relative silence sipping our drinks and I was just reflecting on how a cup of tea was probably the second best way of starting the day, the first I'd just had, so a perfect 10/10 so far, when out of the blue Helen offered, "Would you like me to look after David while you're in Spain? Or are you taking him with you?"

I looked at Janice, the unspoken question 'Spain?' on my face as Helen continued, "Oh shit, you haven't told him, have you? I think I'd better make myself scarce. Sorry." She slid out of bed taking her cup of tea with her, and I noticed she shut the door behind her.

"Spain?" I finally articulated.

"It's nothing really, I just have to go to Spain for a few days or a week on business. I'll be back in no time, and no, I don't want you 'looked after' by my sister. You don't mind, do you?"

"You going to Spain or not being looked after by Helen?"

"Both. Either. Or whatever."

"Of course not, we're not tied together or anything," but as I said it I realised there was something growing between us and I was a little disappointed that I'd not be seeing her for a while, and that she'd not actually told me. "When are you going?

"Tuesday."

"That's only two days away!"

"Yes. Unless you did want to come with me, my business won't take up all of my time and we could spend some time together in the sun or, just stay in bed. You could bring your laptop and work; the WiFi connection is good and..."

"Where are you going, and where will you be staying?"

"It's near Malaga, and we've got a place out there where we stay, it's really quite nice."

"A place?"

"Yes, a villa that the family use."

"OK then! I'll come!"

"Great!" She took the tea from my hand and pulled me back down under the covers, stretching her leg out over mine, her breasts settling nicely on my chest, "We've got time for a quick fuck then while Helen thinks we're still having a row.". Her hand found my cock and started to bring it back to life and soon I was once more embedded deep in her pussy, wondering how I compared to that monster.

Janice confirmed my flight, but refused payment, she said we could settle up when we were back, but I manged to insist on paying for a taxi to the airport. She didn't seem to have a very big case with her, most women of my acquaintance travelled as though they were going for a month, but Janice's was remarkably light.

The airport formalities were quickly taken care of and we were soon boarding. "Business Class?" I asked, eyebrows raised when we found our seats.

"Yes, I thought we'd pretend we were having a luxury break away and decided to treat ourselves." It wasn't a problem, but it was only a flight of three hours, so it was a treat, normally I'd fly economy with my knees up around my chest.

Malaga was bright, sunny and very warm, and as we passed through the arrivals gate, I started to look for the signs for the taxis, hoping ours would have a working aircon system. Janice however was scanning the ranks of people waiting for passengers. "There he is!" She grabbed my arm and dragged me off to a distinguished looking man with silver hair, in a grey suit.

"Miguel!" She greeted him like an old friend and gave him a hug.

"Senorita Janice, how lovely to see you again." He held her in his arms like a beloved uncle, "And this must be your companion you told me about. I'm pleased to meet you Señor." He offered me a handshake, a firm grip I noticed, and took our bags, leading us off through the crowds with an air of authority.

"Señorita Janice?" I questioned.

"Miguel always does our airport pick-ups, he's like an old family friend and still thinks I'm fourteen." she explained as we followed him to an immaculate silver S-class Mercedes and put our bags in the boot before opening the doors for us. It was beautifully cool in the car, and I relaxed as we wound our way out of Malaga airport and started heading for the hills.

She began to speak to Miguel in Spanish, from my limited knowledge of the language she was asking after his family with which she seemed to be very familiar.

"Where is this villa?" I asked after about half an hour or so.

"Oh, not far now."

It wasn't, but what I hadn't counted on was that the term villa wasn't really adequate, hacienda sprang to mind. The grounds didn't look extensive, but it stood on its own surrounded by walls and an electronic gate which opened automatically to let us in. Miguel pulled up outside and opened the doors for us before getting our bags from the boot.

"I'll get this," I offered, pulling my wallet out.

"It's OK," replied Janice, "it'll go on the account." Account?

She gave Miguel a kiss on the cheek, and he shook my hand before leaving, I began to wonder what I was getting into here. The impressive wooden double doors were unlocked and Janice walked almost imperiously in, as I followed carrying the bags. Inside was more impressive if possible than outside, terracotta tiles, tasteful furnishings and a magnificent stairway winding its way up to a second floor.

"Drop the bags there," Janice instructed, "and come and meet her."

"Who?"

"My daughter, she's just finished university in Madrid and is staying here." This was starting to feel like I had fallen into an alternative reality since leaving home seven hours earlier. Janice swept through the house, each room more impressive than the last before bursting out onto a huge patio bordering onto the pool, all overlooking the city below and the Med glittering in the background.

"Teresa!" she called, and a head appeared from round the side of a lounger.

"Mum? Oh shit! Fuck! It can't be Tuesday already, can it?" She stood up and stood there totally naked before rushing to her mother and enveloping her in an all-encompassing hug. "I'm sorry, I lost track and..." She turned to me and to my amazement gave me a light hug and a kiss on the cheek. "You must be David, Mum's told me so much about you that I feel we've already met. I would have put some clothes on, but..." She was floundering and Janice came to her rescue in a way I wouldn't have imagined.

"Don't worry Darling, we'll join you." It shouldn't have surprised me but it did, as she pulled her dress over her head and quickly unsnapped her bra before shimmying down her panties to be as naked as her daughter. "Come on David, last one in is a ratbag." She grabbed her daughter's hand, and they ran and jumped into the pool screaming before hugging each other again as they jumped up and down, breasts bouncing everywhere.

I stood for a second before accepting the inevitable, quickly shedding my clothes and taking a racing dive into the pool. The water was lovely, and I surfaced, spluttering to be enveloped in a three way hug again. "We're going to have so much fun," Janice proclaimed.

I'd never mastered the etiquette of getting out of a pool whilst naked, politeness dictated I allowed the ladies out first, but then I would be looking up between their legs, an attractive proposition but not quite done in polite society. However, if I exited first then they'd be looking up at a hairy arse and balls, an even worse prospect, so I bit the bullet and made myself let them out first, and called myself a dirty old man as I took in the sights.

Teresa, who if she'd just finished university must have been in her very early twenties, had a magnificent body, lightly tanned all over with small perky breasts and pebble hard small nipples, probably mostly due to the water. She had no pubic hair whatsoever and her neat slit was clearly visible. Moreover, she seemed totally unabashed about her nudity, and I wondered about the family's casual attitude to sex and nudity, and suddenly understood why Janice's case was so light.

The problem was that now I was out of the water my cock was starting to make its presence known. If it had just been me and Janice it wouldn't have been a problem, we would have probably laughed it off or more likely fucked it off, but we could hardly do that in front of Teresa. However, either she didn't notice it, and it wasn't that small, or she was too polite to say anything, or perhaps she really didn't mind. Whichever, as we sat around having a drink it was as though we were fully dressed.

It was exquisitely pleasant sitting on the patio drinking champagne, not Cava I noticed, and I really did feel I had been transported to another world, I was dying to ask just what was going on, but didn't want to potentially embarrass Janice in front of her daughter, not to mention make me look like a complete idiot, so for the time being I held myself in check.

The opportunity came as we finished our second bottle, "Right, time to go and have a shower and get ready for dinner, what time is Manuela arriving Teresa? Sorry David, Manuela is Miguel's wife, she's sort of the housekeeper-cum-cook." Even more surprises.

"Dinner is scheduled for nine, so she'll be here about eight, time for a nap or..." Teresa had the grace to blush before breaking out into a big grin, and we were soon all laughing. We stood up and Janice and I walked hand in hand up the big staircase to our room, it seemed huge compared with our homes back in England, there was a magnificent en-suite with a double bath and a huge walk-in shower area, twin wash basins and aside from the toilet, a bidet.

"Useful for washing your feet in, or my pussy after we've fucked," said Janice and I knew then that I still had my old Janice with me. In the privacy of our room, she turned to me just as I was about to ask her all the questions that I had been bottling up since we arrived. Placing her finger on my lips she said, "I know you have lots of questions and believe me I want to answer them, but something is happening tomorrow that means I can't answer everything now. Will you trust me and tomorrow night I will tell you absolutely everything. Please David. I promise."

"OK." I replied simply, "But there is one question that cannot wait until tomorrow." Janice looked at me quizzically, "Will you come in the shower with me, I am afraid of getting lost." Laughing she led me by the cock into the shower and turned on the full body jets to give me the most satisfying shower I'd ever had, in more ways than one.

Manuela was charming and an excellent cook, she also served us and it felt as though I was at a top class restaurant, the wine was top-notch, and both Janice and Teresa were great company and finally I began to relax. After dinner I went into the kitchen to thank Manuela.

"No thank you Señor David, I have not seen Señorita Janice so happy and relaxed for many years, and if I'm not speaking out of turn, may I say you are the first man she has ever brought here since her husband died." She turned back to the sink, and I left, one more question to be answered.

The three of us had a quick liqueur, and Janice and I decided on an early night. We literally fell into bed and went straight to sleep, my mind reflecting that this was the second time we were going to sleep not having made love, we must be becoming an old married couple I thought.

Janice seemed to have a restless night which briefly disturbed me a couple of times, but I did eventually settle into a deep sleep and when I woke it was in her arms, our bodies pressed together. My cock was hard and pushed up against her body. "Is that for me?" came her voice, as a hand clamped round it and began to stroke it. I opened my eyes to see her looking intently at me.

"Always," I replied, beginning to move my body so I was almost fucking her hand.

"Good, because I want it in me where it belongs, where I can remember it all day." She sat up, her hand never releasing its hold, and swung a leg over my hips, then without any preamble positioned the tip against her pussy and sank down. As ever she felt glorious as my prick parted her walls and penetrated deep into her and we began to move, our bodies rocking gently against each other.

She took my hands and placed them on her breasts, squeezing them tight against her as that delightful feeling began to course through my body, starting in my cock and slowly spreading outwards. I could feel her pussy tightening round me and wondered if this was going to be long and languorous or explosive. With Janice you never knew, sometimes she wanted it hard and fast, our bodies crashing together, other times we seemed to just move slowly together, building into a wonderful climax almost at our leisure.

Today seemed a mixture of the two, there was definite intent there, a business-like brisk tempo. I recalled she had her business to attend to today so that probably set our expectations, agenda item No.1, a quick fuck. Well, I wasn't going to complain, it would set me up for a good day's writing as well, although all too often these days when I was trying to write my mind would stray to her, to us making love. Sometimes it inspired me and I wondered if she knew how much of her was making its way into my book, which unsurprisingly was turning into something a bit raunchier than I had intended.

Something behind her caught my attention, interrupting my musings, something had flitted past our open door. Janice didn't like closed doors. At first it had felt strange, but usually there was only the two of us. Whatever it was re-appeared in the early morning light, and I could see that it was Teresa, unsurprisingly for this family she was naked, her pert breasts sitting on her chest. Our eyes met but she showed no embarrassment at catching us making love, from where she was standing, she'd have a good view of the two of us and could probably see my cock slipping in and out of her mother's pussy from behind.

My first instinct was to cover up, the second to alert her mother, but the way she was looking gave me pause and I did nothing. I saw one hand go to her breast and squeeze it, tugging gently on her nipple, then the other one dropped between her legs and started to play with her pussy. I could see her fingers slowing squashing her lips, rolling them against her.

Janice leaned forward and pressed her body against my chest, there was no doubt now that Teresa would be able to see my cock sliding in and out of her mother, and a little frisson ran through me at the thought of someone watching us. Janice pressed her mouth to mine and we kissed, my attention drawn back to the woman on top of me, the woman who was rhythmically grinding her body against mine, sending wave after wave of pleasure through me.

We broke apart and she half sat up which left her breasts in range, I saw my opportunity and lifted my head, clasping them one in each hand, then fed her nipples alternately into my mouth. I nibbled and gnawed at them, nipping the sensitive buds with my lips and teeth before sucking each one deep into my mouth. My tongue swirled and dragged round them, something I knew usually drove her wild, this time was no exception, her arms wrapped around my head, and I was smothered against her.

Now she sat up and leaned back, bracing her arms against my legs, this gave me an unparalleled view of her, breasts rolling on her chest, pussy lips split open by my cock, and also, unbeknown to her, a clear view of Teresa who I saw was still in the doorway. Her hand was now squeezing her breast so hard it looked painful, and she had her knees flexed and legs bowed, and what appeared to be three fingers ramming hard into her pussy. From the look of her she was close to cumming, the hand between her legs almost a blur and I could almost hear the squelching.

Then her knees almost buckled, she released her breast and braced herself against the doorpost as her orgasm swept through her, sending shivers through her body as her mouth opened in a silent scream. At least I hoped it was going to be silent.

Gradually the convulsions slowed, then she straightened and put her finger to her lips in the universal sign for silence and disappeared. It had been an interesting sidebar, more proof of the open sensuality of this family, one I was finding more and more compelling, albeit everything was still shrouded in nebulousness and mystery.

I put those thoughts to one side and refocussed on Janice, in some ways pleased to be able to devote all my attention to her now. I began to push harder up against her, driving my cock as deep into her as I could, she sensed the change and looked down at me, smiling. "Impatient?" she enquired.

I shook my head, "No, just trying to reach every part of you I can whilst I can."

"Don't worry about that, I intend to keep you for as long as I can. Now just be quiet and let's enjoy this." She gave my cock a squeeze with her pussy and we continued to move comfortably together, I could feel my own arousal growing, and Janice too was starting to get a little more vocal and energetic, her body ramming harder down, each thrust accompanied by a little grunt, then something was lit inside me and I could feel it growing and growing.

"Janice," I rasped a note of desperation evident in my voice.

"Yes David, me too. Fuck me hard. Now!"

I rolled her off me, and flipped her onto her back, then prising her legs apart with my knees thrust my cock into her pussy, slamming hard into her. Gone was the managed, business-like love making, this was the raw passion that could and did erupt between us. I grabbed her breast and squeezed it hard, my fingers pinching her nipple. I felt her ankles lock behind me and felt her pulling me even harder into her.

Our cries began to fill the room, exhortations, grunts and moans as our bodies ground relentlessly against the other. Then it was rising in me, no stopping it now and I hammered her with all my will and strength, hearing her cry out, meeting me halfway. I reached down under her backside, pulling her tight against me, my fingers seeking their target, I found it and rammed a finger hard into her arsehole.

She screamed out loud and her body began to convulse under me as her pussy clamped hard round my cock which erupted spurting jet after jet of cum into her greedy pussy. Finally, we were still, my weight resting on her as our bodies fought to recover. I rolled off, my cock slipping messily out of her pussy and we lay side by side. Her hand found mine and held it, "When I'm bored today, and I will be, I'll remember this moment. Thank you." She leaned over and kissed me tenderly. "Now I really must get going."

Janice rolled out of bed, and her hand clasped under her pussy, strolled into the en-suite, I watched her backside sway from side to side and automatically my hand found my soft cock and squeezed it. I was tempted to go and join her, but knew that today was not a holiday, so refrained, my mind contenting itself with imagining her in the shower, water cascading over her body, runnels of soapy water sluicing down over her breasts, between her legs, leaving suds in her pubic hair. Surprisingly my cock started to stiffen. No time for that, I thought and rolled out of bed myself.

I went over to the curtains and pulled them back, then opened the full-length doors and stepped out onto the balcony. The air was fresh, and I breathed it in, filling my lungs. There was a splash from below, and I peered down to see Teresa in the pool, swimming steadily from end to end in a stylish Australian crawl. She seemed to glide effortlessly through the water, and I felt a pang of jealousy, both for her youth and for the fact that I'd never mastered that stroke.

She reached the end and stopped, then stood up and rubbed the water from her eyes. She was naked, I don't know why that surprised me, her breasts were pert and tight on her chest, nipples small and pebbly. She eased herself out of the water and stood there, her bum taut and neat. Then she looked up and waved at me and I returned the gesture, suddenly conscious that I too was naked, my cock at half-mast in my hand.

I turned back in and went into the en-suite just as Janice was stepping out of the shower, she gave my cock a quick fondle before we swapped places and I turned the water back on and stepped under it. By the time I had finished Janice was sitting at her dressing table dressed only in bra and panties and was putting the finishing touches to her make-up. I'd rarely seen her properly made up and watched as she expertly applied it. When she turned to look at me, I was stounded at how it made her look younger.

She stood in front of me, "Will I do?"

I told her she looked magnificent, but she batted the compliment aside, "I'd sooner be down and dirty with you than all garbed up in this." With that she turned and slid open a door that I'd not really noticed before, not that it wasn't large enough. Inside was revealed a wardrobe filled with expensive looking clothes, ranging from business attire to evening dresses, another reason for the lightness of her bag!

She selected a blouse and put it on, then a skirt and finally a matching jacket. I dressed in a pair of shorts and a tee shirt and felt like the hired hand come to clean the pool in comparison. Teresa was downstairs in the kitchen preparing breakfast, mostly croissants and pastries and mercifully some tea. Thankfully also she was dressed, well at least she had a cover-up on, although I could still see the wobble of her unfettered breasts under it, and didn't dare look to see if she had panties on or not.

There was a knock on the front door, and it opened to admit Manuela, "Time to go," announced Janice and she stood up and gave Teresa a kiss, and then leaned in to me and gave me a long lingering kiss as well. "I'll remember," she said. I accompanied her to the door and saw Miguel open the rear door of the Merc for her, then with a cheery wave at me, he got in and they set off.

Back in the kitchen Teresa had disappeared, and Manuela was starting to clear up, how the other half lived I thought as I made my way to a study where Janice assured me I could work undisturbed. It looked like a proper working office, complete with filing cabinets and office paraphernalia, and I settled in at the desk in the comfortable leather office chair and opened my laptop.

Soon I was writing away, absorbed in the story, wondering how I could fit in this morning's events. When I was working like that time passed so quickly, and when my phone pinged and the screen lit up, I was surprised to see it was early afternoon already. The message was from Janice, and I opened it. Up flashed a picture, flashed being the operative word as it was of her, skirt bunched up round her waist, apparently sitting on a toilet, no sign of any panties but two fingers inside her pussy. "Bored" was the caption.

My hand found my cock and I began to stroke it, wondering if I could whip it out and have a wank. My mind was just about to say yes, when there was a knock on the door. "I'm just off Señor David, I'll be back after siesta to get dinner. Will Señorita Janice be home?"

"I sincerely hope so Manuela," I replied, unsure myself.

It was time for a break anyway and I wandered out to the kitchen, Teresa was there just finishing off her lunch, "Sorry, I would have waited for you, but I know how you writers don't like to be disturbed. Especially when they're having a wank I thought, as she continued. "I hope you didn't mind me watching his morning, I was only passing but when I saw you and Mum fucking I couldn't help it and just had to get myself off, I don't think Mum would have minded though, we often masturbate together." Her matter-of-fact attitude to sex surprised me a little, and the thought of her and Janice actually masturbating together, sent a little twitch to my cock, recalling Janice and her sister doing the same.

"Anyway, I'll leave you to have your lunch in peace, I'm going back outside, I'm afraid I can't get into the siesta habit." She swept out, pulling the cover-up off as she went, revealing that she was actually naked under it.

I munched through the tasty salad, my mind running through everything I was learning about this family and wondering what was going to be revealed when Janice came home. Out of habit I cleared up after I had eaten and contemplated returning to my writing, but the lure of the sunshine was too much and wandered out to the patio. Teresa was reclining on the sun lounger nude, reading a book. "This really is very good," she said, putting the book down and sitting up.

I looked at the cover to see it was my latest, "I read the others when Mum told me who you were, but this is the best yet. I particularly like the sexy bits." No surprise there I thought as I tried to recollect just what happened in that particular book. Surprisingly I felt a little embarrassed as I recalled some of the more explicit bits.

"I'm really surprised Mum hasn't snapped you up." I came back to the present with a jolt.

"What do you mean 'snapped me up'?"

"Oh shit! Sorry I shouldn't have said that. Can you forget I said it?"

"Come on Teresa, you can't leave it like that. Just what does your mother do for a living? She was just my neighbour in a small semi in England and then I came out here to all this," I gestured round me, "limousines and chauffeurs, you've practically got servants, and all this secrecy."

Teresa looked awkwardly at me, then at her watch. "Well OK, it's almost two when the embargo is lifted, so I presume I can tell you, but I'd really prefer it to come from Mum." My look must have conveyed my feelings on the matter as she continued, "It might help if I told you her maiden name, Cooper, she was Janice Cooper."

I looked at her, the name meaning little to me, then I remembered her comment about snapping my books up, "Janice Cooper, the Janice Cooper, doyenne of British publishing until she fell off the radar some years ago?"

"The very same. My great-grandfather started the firm, then my grandfather built it up to what it is today and when he died, Mum and Aunt Helen assumed the reins, mostly Mum actually, Aunt Helen is great at spotting talent but hasn't got the business brain of Mum. That's where I get it from I suppose."

"Just what is your degree in?"

"My first was in Law from London, but I've just finished my MBA in Madrid, part of my dissertation was on the Spanish publishing sector, and that is why we are here now." She looked at her watch again, "Good, now it's after two I can tell you that our House has just merged with one of Spain's largest houses that will make us a significant force in Europe."

I sat there, unable to speak, trying to digest that Janice, my Janice was such a powerful woman. "But she disappeared?" I finally managed, "No-one would say why or where."

Teresa's face took on a sad look, "That was when her husband, my father died about five years ago, she appointed a team to run the business and lost all interest in everything, moving to that little semi where I grew up. It's only in the last year or so that she's begun to get her mojo back, and if I might say so, you seem to be the icing on the cake. But she's been so worried that you'll think she was just trying to get you to sign with us, that she's sworn everyone to secrecy. So you can see how much I've put my foot in it by letting it slip.

"Now why don't we put all this behind us and wait for Mum to come home and we can celebrate. The official celebrations are tomorrow; it's just us tonight." She patted the sun lounger, and I lowered myself back onto it. "Aren't you going to get comfortable?" I realised I was still fully dressed and considered the propriety of taking all my clothes off in front of Janice's daughter, whilst Janice was at work, but then she'd watched us having sex that morning, then I'd watched her swimming, and it all seemed so insignificant so I stripped off and laid back, my mind still trying to come to terms with everything.

I must have been dozing, barely conscious of what was around me, the sun very warm on my bare body, my mind wandering round and round in circles thinking of Janice, the two Janices, one I knew well and one I'd only heard of. From beside me came a soft moan and I opened my eyes and looked across at Teresa.

She met my eyes a little guiltily, "Sorry it just slipped out, but that bit was so hot." She'd returned to the book and was reading it, but I saw that one hand was between her legs, fingers moving gently. She followed my gaze and swiftly moved her hand away, but then I saw it creep back. "You don't mind do you, you did see me this morning after all?" I recalled the sight of her masturbating furiously in the doorway, and my cock twitched and started to stiffen. Automatically I adjusted it as her eyes dropped to my waist.

"Shall we do it together, not fucking I mean, Mum would never forgive me, but let's get ourselves off together?" She opened her legs and began to play with her pussy, I could see the whole of her slit, her neat inner lips just protruding slightly and my cock got harder, rising rapidly until it was jutting almost at right angles from my body.

"Teresa, I really don't think it would be appropriate." My brain was trying to overrule my body.

"Why not, I'm twenty four, not a virgin and my business sense is not all I inherited from my mother, I get just as horny as she does and right now I need to cum. So are you going to join me or just watch?" It was the conspiratorial grin that won me over in the end, and I grabbed my cock in my fist and began to stroke. "We don't have to tell her if you don't want to."

She began to rub her pussy in earnest, her fingers squashing her pussy lips, contorting them, revealing the pink inside, then sliding up her slit to her clit, repeating the action there then back down again. I was getting a good eyeful, amazed that such a young beauty would expose herself to me in that manner, but then I saw her eyes fixed on my cock and saw the look in them and I realised she really was her mother's daughter.

"Where do you get the ideas for your book?" came out of the blue.

I knew she didn't mean the plot lines, "I have a very active imagination, but I try to base it on experience wherever possible, at least partially."

"My mother is really lucky to have found you then if you really are that kinky." I didn't consider myself to be kinky, but when I reflected some of the raunchier scenes, I realised that perhaps she was right. And if she was questioning me like that perhaps I wasn't getting the best advice from my existing publisher who always seemed to gloss over those bits.

Silence reigned for a while, broken only by a moan or a grunt from one or both of us, then I detected a changed rhythm, and looked over to see her with two fingers pumping into her seemingly very wet pussy, and her other hand rubbing desperately at her clit. "Not long now," she advised breathlessly.

I ran my eyes down her body, over her quivering breasts, down over an incredibly flat and taut stomach, over her bald mons to the glistening lips of her pussy, and finally her legs, muscles rigid from the tension stored in her body.

Faster and faster her hands moved, then she doubled up as a scream burst from her mouth and a jet of clear liquid squirted from her pussy, followed by another and another. It was all too much, and my cock exploded, the cum spraying nearly as far as hers, then there was a moment of silence, before a long drawn out "Fuuuck" came from beside me. "How long are you staying because that was fabulous?"

That was a good question I thought, just how long was I staying? We had never really discussed it, as far as I knew my ticket was open ended. A shadow fell over me, it was Teresa who had stood up and was extending her hand inviting me up. "Let's go and have a swim, cool off, in more ways than one." Hand in hand we jumped in the pool and were soon splashing each other and generally horsing around. Then we were standing together and she pulled me in for a tight hug, her firm breasts and rock-hard nipples pressed against my chest. It felt strange, but was more like hugging a family member than anything sexual, and I supposed I was going to have to get used to it. It didn't stop me looking up as I followed her up the steps and out of the pool.

We settled back down, and she picked up the book again, it was how I imagined my books being read, someone unable to put it down, and I relaxed a bit, pleased that she was enjoying it. "Was that bit about peeing together real?" I thought about which scene she meant and then nodded. "I've never peed in front of anyone before, only Mum, I might try that sometime, it sounds... nice."

"I was always taught at school that 'nice' was a no-no word, if the best you could come up with was 'nice' then you were made to think again."

"OK, arousing, sexy, fun, exciting, does that make you happy?" I nodded; I was beginning to really like this young woman. "Can we do it now? Pee in front of each other I mean?"

"Teresa, the word I would use in 'intimate' and much as I like you, I don't think your mother would approve."

"Spoilsport, but one day I'm going to hold you to it, or rather hold it for you as happened to you in the book."

"I didn't actually say it was me."

"No, but you didn't say it wasn't either!" We left it at that, and as the day was getting on and Manuela was due, I put some clothes back on and returned to the study to do some more, but somehow I couldn't quite get the image of Teresa peeing in front of me out of my mind. Not that I had a pee kink, I kept telling myself.

There was a knock on the study door and Teresa came in, she'd put her cover-up on, but it still left very little to the imagination as she perched on the edge of the desk. "Mum's been on the phone, she's in the car on her way home. I've told her everything," she added.

"Everything?"

"Well, no not that, but all about the business and what have you."

I decided to wait for Janice in the bedroom, Manuela was fussing about, and I wanted some quiet time with Janice alone. I heard the front door go and then steps up the staircase, and there she was standing in the doorway, a look on her face that could only be considered apprehensive.

I held my arms open and she ran to me, burying her face in my chest and neck,"I'm sorry, so, so sorry, but there were things I couldn't tell you, things I could tell you, wanted to tell you, but didn't and..." she started to sob and I held her all the tighter.

"Shush, shush, it's all right, but no secrets from now on, OK?"

She nodded, the sobs abating. "Is there anything you want to know, anything you want to ask me?"

"Only one thing, why don't we go and have a nice long shower together?"

"I'd like that very much." She stripped off her clothes, just dumping everything in a pile on the floor, and we got under the shower together. I grabbed a sponge and squirted some gel on it, and washed her from head to toe, spending more time than was absolutely necessary on her breasts and then, washing very carefully between her legs, I could feel the softness of her pussy, my fingers parting her folds and sliding along her slit. She began to respond, moving her body against my hand and finding and holding my rapidly stiffening cock.

"Careful or we'll end up fucking," she warned me.

"Just what I had in mind." I dropped to my knees and pressed my mouth to her pussy, it wasn't easy but she pushed her hips out and opened her legs and I manged to get my tongue inside and licked her hard and sensuously as she rocked her body against me. I stood and pushed her up against the wall and bending my knees, pressed my cock against her opening and pushed firmly in.

Whether it was the soap or her natural lubrication, but I slid right in and she gasped as my cock rammed home. "Just what I've been looking forward to all day," she moaned, her mouth and tongue attacking mine. I reached down and lifted both legs up, hooking them over my hips, she locked her ankles, and I carried her into the bedroom where we fell on the bed, still dripping wet as our bodies ground together.

Suddenly she was the wild Janice, her hips bucking up against me, our wet bodies slapping together as I drove my prick relentlessly into her. Then she was screaming out as her orgasm swept over her and my cock erupted, sending wave after wave of rippling orgasm through us both until sated, we rolled apart, our chests heaving.

An arm came across my chest and she snuggled in tight, wriggling until she was as close to me as it was physically possible to get "I have one more thing to tell you, one thing to ask you, and one more secret I've been keeping from you, then I promise that is everything." I waited for her to continue.

"I'm going to have to spend most of my time here in Spain now, certainly for the next six months or so, and I wondered if you'd like to move out here with me? You can have your family out whenever you want and..."

"Yes."

"Sorry, what do you mean 'Yes'?"

"Yes, I will move out here with you."

She looked straight into my eyes, and I could see what it meant to her. A huge kiss was my reward.

"And the secret?" I asked.

"I love you."

"It's just as well I love you too then isn't it!"