The Miscyra House Page 4

  She lay back against her seat and closed her eyes, and I started to silently read at the top of page 8.

  Vickie watched as Eric scooped the floating debris, leaves and a bit of paper, out of her pool. She watched as he connected the hose and washed down the tiles around the pool. She even watched as he put the acid and chlorinator into the water. She didn't watch what he was doing, of course. She watched him. He was wearing only shorts and tennis shoes, and she liked looking as his well-muscled body and his well-tanned skin.

  Since her divorce, Vickie had been enjoying the rich lifestyle that her ex-husband's money provided for her. She enjoyed her opulent home, complete with swimming pool, tennis court, and Mercedes in the two car garage. She enjoyed shopping in the most exclusive downtown shops instead of just going to the mall. Being wealthy was wonderful. But sometimes she felt restless. She wanted to do something different, something exciting. Something with a man.

  She felt that way now, as she watched Eric providing his monthly pool service. Vickie knew that he was twenty-three and single. She didn't know that he had a steady girlfriend and hoped to marry her. Knowing that wouldn't have made any difference in what she was planning to do, though.

  She was going to have this pool boy. She was going to fuck his brains out. If he pleased her enough, she would do it again and again until, finally bored with him, she would simply tell him that his services were no longer needed. Oh, how she loved being rich!

  When Eric finished putting away the tools, he walked over to Vickie's poolside lounge. "Well, that's it for another month, Mrs. Wells."

  “Eric!" she frowned "I told you before it's not Mrs. Wells anymore. Call me Vickie. How about the filters? Did you change the filters?"

  “Yes, ma'am. It's all done. I'll send you the usual bill in the morning."

  “That's fine. But before you leave, I'd like you to do a little favor for me. Since I've been alone, I haven't been able to get a good tan on my back. I burn pretty easy, so I need a good coating of sunscreen before I can work on my tan. Please, just cover my back with sun screen before you leave.”

  She handed him a bottle of sunscreen, lay down on the lounge, and reached back with her right hand to unclasp the top of her swimsuit. He put some of the sunscreen on his hands then started to rub the middle of her back.

  I glanced over at Samantha. Her eyes were closed and she seemed to be asleep. So far, I couldn't see much to her novel. But I had only been reading for a few minutes, so I went back to the book to read further.

  “Hmmm!" she sighed. "That feels good. You have warm, strong hands, and a very nice touch.” After the upper and middle parts of her back were covered with sunscreen, Eric stood up. "Wait," she said. "You have to rub that in for several minutes to make it stay on. If you don't, and I decide to go in the water, it'll all wash right off!"

  Eric thought that her sunscreen sounded a little odd, but he didn't mind rubbing her back some more. In fact, he was starting to enjoy the feel of her soft skin. He knew that Vickie was only a little older than him, and he thought she was very attractive.

  As he started to rub her back again, he looked down at her shapely ass and beautiful legs. She sighed and moaned softly at the feelings his hands were giving her. His cock started to tingle and to swell up inside his shorts. He wondered if she really intended for him to get excited.

  Eric was rubbing her harder and harder, and his hands kept getting lower on her back. "Hmmm!" she sighed again, thoroughly enjoying the feelings that his strong hands were giving her. She suddenly rose up a little, turned her body to the left, and picked up her drink with her left hand.

  Her movement brought her left breast into full view, and he gasped at the sight of her beautiful tit. She took a long, slow sip to give him plenty of time to look. As he gazed at her tit, she glanced down at the rapidly growing bulge in his shorts. Knowing the effect that her body was having on him made her feel her own wetness.

  Now Samantha's novel was starting to get interesting. When I was only eighteen, I had had an experience something like the one that Eric was having in the story. My memories of that experience, and the story about Vickie and Eric, were starting to get me excited. I felt a little movement inside my briefs. The erection that I kind of expected to get was starting to develop. I went back to the novel, with a little more enthusiasm this time.

  He rubbed down her back to just over her swimsuit bottoms and stopped. "Go ahead," Vickie whispered. "I'm going to finish my tan in the nude. Open the ties and put sun screen on my ass too."

  If he had been unsure of her intentions before, there was no longer any room for doubt. They both knew that this was not about tanning. This was about sex. Judging by his full erection, there was no doubt either about Eric's willingness, his eagerness, to do what she wanted him to do.

  He opened the tie on each side and pulled the bottom of her swimsuit away from her body. He put a little more sunscreen on his hands and started rubbing it onto her buttocks.

  "What…?” I was suddenly startled. I had been feeling my cock swelling up inside my pants. I expected that when the story started to get hotter. But then I thought I felt something different. Like maybe a very light touch on the middle of my left thigh. I looked over at Samantha. She still seemed to be sleeping. After a moment, I decided to ignore the feeling that I wasn't sure I had felt, and go back to the reading.

  Eric rubbed her ass cheeks for a couple of minutes, then put his lips and tongue where his hands had been. He kissed and licked her ass flesh hungrily, enjoying the feel and the taste. (There was a little sunscreen there too, but he just ignored that part.) He put his thumbs at the sides of her asshole and pressed outward. Her cheeks separated…

  This time I was sure. The touch on my thigh was stronger. I looked over at Samantha. Her eyes were still closed, but she was smiling. She rubbed her right hand down my thigh and grabbed hold of the pole inside my pants.

  "I've been watching this bump grow. You must be at one of the good parts now. Read to me," she said.

  "Wha…what?" I gasped.

  "Do it!" she hissed, and she squeezed my cock for emphasis.

  "Owww!" I said. "But, Samantha, someone will hear."

  "Everyone close to us is sleeping. Don't be such a fucking wimp! Just do it!" and she squeezed my cock again.

  Now, this was unexpected. I had really believed that she was sleeping. I was unprepared to learn that she had been watching my hard-on growing. And now she had a firm grip on it. I wasn't sure what I should do. I didn't really want to read her erotic novel aloud on that crowded airplane.

  "Samantha, I don't think…Owww!”

  This time, she pushed my cock painfully downward as she squeezed it. I didn't want to make any commotion either. The way she was acting, I didn't think that she would just quietly stop doing what she was doing.

  I decided that I would have to let Samantha have her way, at least for the time being. I started to read aloud, hoping that it was just loud enough for her to hear, but not loud enough for anyone else to hear.

  and her puckered little hole was fully exposed to him. He licked wetly all around it, and over it, then he stiffened his tongue and pushed down against it. He kept pushing until his tongue slipped through her anus into her rectum.

  “Ohhh!" she gasped at the unfamiliar, wet feeling in her ass hole. She trembled as his hot, wet tongue invaded her body. She arched her back, pressing her ass against his face, offering up both of her holes for him to use in any way that he chose.

  He pumped his tongue in and out of her asshole for a few minutes. She groaned and started wiggling her ass back and forth. His tongue was giving her some unfamiliar, very hot feelings. So much cream was leaking from her slit, it started to trickle down the inside of her left leg. He suddenly pulled his tongue out of her ass and…

  "Aaah!" I groaned. Samantha had been busy while I had been reading. She had opened the zipper on my pants and pushed my briefs down out of the way. Now, my balls were exposed and my fully erect cock was
sticking up from my groin, with her right hand wrapped firmly around it.

  Shit! I thought. What is she doing? What if someone sees?

  Fortunately, Samantha and I had both had a drink before the reading started, and both tray tables were down in front of us. I felt reasonably covered by those tray tables. And Samantha pulled the blanket over to cover me a little bit more.

  But what the heck was going on? I had never had any experience even remotely like what was happening to me now! And who was this woman, this Samantha Collins, who looked like such a sophisticated, wealthy lady, but now seemed to be in reality one of the most dominant and lascivious women I had ever known?

  Besides, I was in love with Cindy. Could I let this new woman, this stranger, do this to me? Would it mean that I was being unfaithful to Cindy if I did let her do it?

  "Read!" she ordered.

  I wasn't going to have a lot of time to think about what she was doing. She kept her hand around my cock, and whenever I stopped reading for more than just a few seconds, she gave it a painful squeeze. I continued to read aloud, but as softly as I could, still hoping that no one else would hear.

  SMACK! He slapped her right ass cheek, hard, with his right hand.

  “OWWW!" she cried out in surprise. For a moment, she thought about getting angry. Maybe she shouldn't let him get away with shit like that. But the juices flooding from her cunt made her change her mind. She smiled a lust-filled smile, then got up on her knees to raise her ass up for him. She wiggled it at him, letting him know that he was free to do anything he wanted to her.

  SMACK! His blow landed on her right cheek again. Then, SMACK! This time, it was on the left cheek. He continued slapping her ass until both cheeks had turned a bright pink. She was surprised by the intense feelings of pleasure that the ass beating was giving her. There was initial pain, but it was immediately followed by intense pleasure. "Ahhh!" she moaned as he slapped her ass.

  He moved up beside her head. "Take it out," he told her.

  She sat up and reached over to unfasten his shorts. She wasn't especially surprised to find that there was no underwear inside. She pulled his shorts down his legs and…

  "Ohhh!" I groaned, as an involuntary shudder raced through my body. Samantha was slowly pumping the skin up and down along the shaft of my stiff cock. I looked over at her, and she looked back at me with an angry scowl.

  I had to keep reading.

  he stepped out of them. They were both completely naked now. She leaned over and licked the end of his cock. Then she started licking wetly all over his hairy balls and stiff cock. She covered his cock with her spit and used her hand to rub his cock shaft all over her face. Then she opened her hot mouth and took him inside.

  “Gaaa!" he groaned as her lips closed down tightly around his cock shaft. She moved her head forward, swallowing his cock as she went, until he was in to the hilt. She started to move her head back and forth, deep throating him expertly.

  He began pumping his hips forward as she swallowed him, and back as she pulled her head back. They kept a perfect rhythm going for a few minutes, then she pulled her mouth off his cock and…

  “Auggh!" I gasped as another, stronger shudder raced through my body. Samantha was pumping my cock faster, and she had reached over with her left hand to grope and tickle my balls.

  Damn! I believed that Eric was enjoying the feelings that Vickie was giving him, and I was sure that I was enjoying the feelings that Samantha was giving me. I was beyond the point of really wanting to stop this, beyond the point of thinking clearly. I was even beyond the point of worrying about maybe being unfaithful to Cindy. If Samantha had stopped pumping my cock…I didn't want her to stop pumping my cock. I wanted her to make me cum. I hoped that she was going to keep doing it until she made me cum.

  I continued reading.

  lay down on her back on the lounge.

  Eric didn't really want to fuck her outside like that, where someone might see them. "Your bedroom…" he suggested.

  "No. Don't worry. This back yard is big, and there are lots of obstructions. No one will see us. Fuck me here!"

  She spread her legs wide, and he got into position between them. With his hand, he pushed just the tip of his cock up and down along her slit, enjoying the feel of her wetness and heat on the end of his cock. When the tip rubbed over her clit, she groaned and shuddered as a small orgasm raced through her body.

  When her brief shuddering ended, he positioned himself at her entrance and abruptly thrust himself inside, embedding his cock to the hilt in one push. "Ohhh!" they moaned together.

  "Ohhh!" I moaned as Samantha continued pumping my cock. I felt the tingling and the throbbing that meant I was getting pretty close. She must have known that I was getting close. She took an empty drink glass from her tray table and, with her left hand, held the glass over the end of my cock. She kept pumping the shaft, faster and faster, with her right hand. I continued to read.

  Once his cock felt the hot, tight grip of her cunt, he could wait no more. He immediately started to pump his hips back and forth frantically, in a frenzied surrender to pure lust. She was caught off guard by the vigor, the near violence, of his fucking.

  “Augh!" she moaned. It took her a moment to realize that he had actually established a rhythm, his fucking movements were so fast, and it took another moment to pick up his rhythm. But then she started to move her body under his, to fuck him back, with the same frantic rhythm that he was using. "Fuck me! Shit! Fuck me hard, you poor bastard!" she told him.

  "Read! Read and cum!" Samantha told me.

  Her hand was flying up and down my cock shaft. The throbbing in my cock had built up to near spasms, and I felt the cum boiling in my balls. My orgasm was so close. How could I keep reading? But somehow I did it.

  I went back to the book.

  Eric felt the walls of her cunt squeezing tightly down around his plunging cock, then retreating, then squeezing down again. Her cunt was sucking him, pulling him even deeper inside, and it was urging him to cum. His cock was throbbing, and he felt cum rushing up the tubes from his balls toward the hole at the end of his cock.

  Suddenly, the throbbing exploded into violent spasms. "AHHH!" he screamed loudly, blasting a huge load of hot cum into her spasming pussy.

  "AHHH!" I screamed softly, blasting my own huge load of hot cum into the empty drink glass. Samantha's timing had been perfect. As Eric approached his climax, she had pumped my cock frantically, and she had softly urged "CUM!”

  My body shuddered violently for a few moments, and then I collapsed back against my seat. I was feeling pretty spent. I was in no condition to continue reading.

  I turned off Samantha's laptop and closed it.

  Samantha gave me a kind of smile. "That was…nice. You're a good reader!" she laughed. She pulled the drink glass out from under my tray table. There was a pretty good load of hot, musky cum in it. She held the side of the glass against my cheek and said, "See how hot you are inside?” She tipped the glass back and forth and watched my cum roll across the bottom of the glass.

  "Thick and gooey!" she laughed. She held the glass up under my nose and laughed again when I recoiled at the pungent odor. She was obviously having a pretty good time. She set the glass down on her own tray table.

  I put Samantha's laptop under the seat in front of me. I reached under my tray table, tucked my deflated cock back into my briefs, and readjusted my clothing. Then I pushed the tray up and locked it against the back of the seat in front of me.

  "Leave it!" Samantha ordered when I started to reach for the glass of cum. LEAVE IT? How could I just leave that glass of my cum on her tray? What would the flight attendant think when she came to make the final trash pick up? What if she lifted it to her nose…I shivered at the thought. I couldn't just leave it.

  I grabbed the glass of cum and quickly took it into one of the lavatories to get rid of it.

  When I came back to my seat, Samantha was clearly angry with me. "Be reasonable, Samantha," I to
ld her. "How could I just leave that stuff sitting there on your tray?"

  She looked angry for a moment, but then she softened. She sighed and said "Oh, I guess it's okay, Jim. You just disappointed me. I thought that you understood. If you're going to play a game like that, you have to be willing to follow through, to let it play out all the way to the end. If you had left the glass on my tray, we could have enjoyed the game a little longer, and it would have ended better."

  "But…when I thought of the flight attendant picking up that glass to throw it away. Looking at the goo in the glass, probably wondering what it could be. Maybe even lifts it up to her nose to smell it, and then the look on her face when she realized what it was…” I shivered again as I imagined the flight attendant's face as she held the glass up to her nose. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't leave the glass of cum there."

  "You'll have to learn to appreciate…and even enjoy…squirmy little feelings like those. I think the look on her face would have been absolutely priceless! And I'm still mad at you for denying me the pleasure of seeing it.”

  Then she smiled and said "Okay, Jim. Now I really am going to get a little rest. You can read some more if you want. But this time, you don't have to read out loud."

  I didn't really feel like reading any more. I needed to sort out my feelings about what we had just done. We had both obviously enjoyed it. I was concerned that maybe I had violated the mutual trust that I had with Cindy. I would never want to hurt her, or to threaten our relationship for the sake of a cheap, short lived thrill with someone I didn't really know.

  How could a simple hand-job like that get me so excited and make me cum so hard? Was it the unplanned, unexpected part of it that excited me so much? The novelty of the situation? I don't think I'll ever understand the human sexual response. And there's no hope at all that I'll ever be able to really control my own sexual responses!

  I decided that I would just have to accept my own sexuality as it is, and hope that Cindy can accept it too. Of course, in return, I'll have to accept her sexuality as it is. Under the right sort of circumstances, I clearly might challenge the limits of her trust in me. I would never plan to do it, or intend to do it.