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Chapter 3 – 1998 – A Sporting Chance

Sara & Sam have a near-miss and Sara’s boyfriend David succumbs to temptation... again! You will understand this story better and enjoy it much more if you read Chapters 1 and 2 first.

The Tangled Web is a story spanning several years, based on the complicated lives of a brother and sister and those they live with. Set in the English Midlands, the tale is told through a series of interlocking short stories and is a comprehensive revision of a series I first published nearly ten years ago.

After a very positive response to the original publication of Chapters 1 and 2, I became more ambitious and started the expansion of TTW into a much longer work involving more of the characters met or referred to so far. This also meant learning to write from other points of view.

This was my first story with a section told exclusively from a male perspective. I quickly realised that despite 20 years of marriage, I still had a lot to learn about men! You can imagine the difficulties I had trying to extract background information and ‘advice’ on how men think from my husband without him realising what I was doing, or worse, misinterpreting my motives with potentially serious consequences.

This story gives the reader two ‘bites at the cherry’ in that there are two different sex scenes with two different couples, each with its own ‘twist’.

I hope it works as a story and that you like the result. Again, I’m sure a good few ‘girly’ influences crept in on the way but I hope you will forgive them.

Jenny x

Pinned to the guest room bed by his strong, athletic body, Sara looked up adoringly into her brother Sam’s face as it grimaced and contorted merely inches above hers and he began the familiar short sharp uncontrolled thrusts that she knew accompanied a powerful orgasm. She opened her legs instinctively wider and bit her lip hard as he penetrated an unexpected extra inch deeper and the familiar, slightly painful ‘thump thump’ of his erection against her cervix began.

His body twisted and trembled with the strength of his climax. Sara’s fingertips raked her brother’s sides and lower back as began to ejaculate deep within her, grunting coarsely, his cock pulsing wildly, his thrusts driving her bodily up the bed with each powerful stroke until they finally slowed and stopped.

Sam, panting slightly, lowered his sweaty body slowly onto his sister’s soft frame. She felt the pressure of his weight on her hips, forcing her thighs even wider apart as his erection began to fade inside her. She wrapped her legs tightly around his, still wearing her short white tennis socks and trainers, her hands now gripping his tight buttocks as if to hold him inside her forever.

She hadn’t reached a climax herself but it didn’t matter - not as long as Sam was happy. A warm glow spread through her body. Sometimes it was enough just to be with him, to have him so close and to feel his body within hers...

God! How she loved him. She thought she had been in love before but... there couldn’t be any other explanation for the soppy, cheap-romantic-novel-style thoughts that kept taking over her mind. Her arms wrapped themselves around his neck and her lips found his salty mouth.

They kissed softly and lovingly for a long time.

Sara and Sam had actually played a real tennis match that evening and, despite their severe lack of practice, had managed to beat their opponents in straight sets. Apart from the natural high this undeserved victory had given them, their straight sets win meant they still had time to go back to Sam and Lynn’s house and make love. If they were quick...

And they had been quick; the evidence was obvious. Sara’s shirt and sports bra were bunched up uncomfortably under her chin baring her small boobs; her skirt was raised high around her belly button and God alone knew where her panties were. Sam still wore his shirt but his shorts and pants were tangled around his ankles as if neither could afford to waste a single second of their time together.

As they lay entwined on the rumpled bed, their breathing gradually returned to normal but Sara was in no hurry to release her brother – and he showed no sign of wanting to leave her body. They lay together, their bodies still joined at the waist, listening to the sounds of the evening.

“Was it... ok for you, Midge?” Sam asked eventually, tentatively, as if sensing her lack of ultimate release.

“It was... wonderful!” She replied - in her mind it was barely half a lie.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t hold back...” He apologised. “There’s something about you that...”

“Shhh!” She said and kissed him again to silence him.

“We could always try again in a few minutes.” He continued after their lips had parted.

Sara tightened her pelvic floor around his flaccid shaft to test the idea. Perhaps it wasn’t as flaccid as it had been only a few minutes ago. She squeezed him again and felt a definite response from his organ as it began to stir inside her.

“I think you might be right, Big Brother...” She whispered, smiling broadly.

She began to stroke his strong chest and arms again as down below her vagina tightened and released, tightened and released, each time meeting more resistance from the welcome invader within.

A short while later he had recovered enough to slide gently in and out of her body once again, slowly at first, then gradually faster as his erection became firmer and firmer. Sara threw her head back with the sweet pleasure and closed her eyes as a warm tide began to wash over her belly and into her chest.

Sam’s strokes quickened. Soft wet slapping sounds filled Sara’s ears as her brother’s cock churned their joint juices. He was moving faster now, the warm glow spreading from her chest up into her face and down into her thighs. This time she would make it... this time she would...

Suddenly the sound of a car door slamming very close by filled the room. Sam stopped his thrusting suddenly. Sara whimpered beneath him.

“Oh Jesus! She’s back early!” Sam half choked on his words and leapt to his feet, pulling his hard cock unceremoniously out of his sister’s vagina with a slurping sound. Sara yelped in surprise and pain.

“Shit Sam! What shall I do? What shall I do?” She hissed, rolling off the bed in panic, warm stickiness from their first coupling running down the inside of her thighs.

“Into the bathroom... Go on... I’ll go down and... Oh God!” He urged her and within seconds she was gone, the bathroom door slamming behind her.

Sam pulled his pants and shorts quickly up over his sticky groin and frantically straightened the bed as downstairs the front door opened , hoping against hope that there would be no obvious wet patch on the covers for his wife Lynn to see – if she came upstairs. He smoothed down his clothes as best he could then half ran down the stairs quickly to greet and, if possible divert his lovely wife’s attention.

As his footsteps faded, Sara locked the bathroom door, turned round and, raising her skirt, sat down on the toilet. Calm! Be calm! She told herself as she fought to control her panicked breathing. You’ve just brought him back from the tennis. You needed the loo. There’s nothing to be suspicious about. Calm...Down...

Wiping herself carefully between her thighs with bathroom tissue, she began to feel cleaner and calmer – better still after wriggling her sports bra uncomfortably back down over her sore boobs and smoothing her tennis shirt over the top. Standing up, she inspected herself in the bathroom mirror. Her face was flushed from her near-orgasm but then it would have been anyway after a hard tennis match. Her hair was a mess though. Looking around she saw with relief one of Sam’s combs and dragged it painfully through her tangled locks. Not great but it would do!

She turned round to inspect her back in the mirror. The shirt and skirt were badly rumpled. That would take some explaining if Lynn noticed and... Oh no! There was a wet patch on her skirt at the back where she had leaked onto it.

And where the hell were her panties?

The sound of calm voices downstairs reassured her a little. She silently opened the door and slipped onto the landing. Sam and Lynn were chatting in the kitchen downstairs, quite normally. She tiptoed into the bedroom and searched frantically for her panties but without success.

Oh God! She would just have to brave it out. She couldn’t take any longer in the loo or Lynn would think she was unwell. Taking a deep breath and very much conscious of her lack of panties, Sara flushed the toilet in the bathroom went nervously downstairs to join her brother and his wife.

“Straight sets! That’s fantastic Darling!” Lynn was saying as her sister in law quietly joined them in the kitchen. She kissed her husband proudly on the cheek.”And you too!” She added doing the same to Sara. “I knew all that training would pay off.”

“There was a fire alarm and Lynn’s class had to end early.” Sam told Sara in something of a stage voice. Sara was trying not to move too much in case of further leakage and she absolutely must not let Lynn see the back of her skirt.

“How about a glass of wine to celebrate?” Lynn asked, crossing to the fridge and pausing with her hand on the door, Sara felt panic overcoming her.

“I’d love to...” She said a little too quickly perhaps. “But... um... Dave’s cooking for us tonight. I really should be on my way.” She backed to the door.

Lynn looked genuinely disappointed. “Well, if you’re really sure...”

Sara could feel a small trickle beginning to run down her inner thigh.

“Next time for definite!” She said and backed into the hallway before almost running to the door.

Sam followed close behind. As Sara opened the front door she turned towards him, a look of desperation on her face. He looked reassuringly at her and bent to give her a brotherly peck on the cheek as Lynn waved from the kitchen doorway.

“A close shave but we got away with it.” He whispered, pressing something soft into Sara’s hand.

“Sam I couldn’t find...” She began to protest but he shushed her quickly and nodded downwards to her closed fist.

“It’s sorted!” He hissed then much louder. “See you next Tuesday for training?”

“Right!” Sara responded and left the house.

Once the front door had closed behind her she walked carefully to the car and, making sure her skirt did not ride up, slipped into the driver’s seat. She opened her fist to see her panties rolled into a ball.

She breathed a deep sigh of relief then, not for the first time, drove away without underwear.

On the way home she stopped in a lay-by on the ring road and pulled her panties back on with a great deal of difficulty. They were cold and damp but she mustn’t let that distract her.

After all, David would be a lot harder to fool, she thought as she pulled into the car park of their block of flats.



Sara and her boyfriend David had graduated from University and now lived together in a modern flat in the south of the city. Sara had started accountancy training with a local firm and David was training to be a teacher, working in a local secondary school. They both enjoyed their work and were, on the whole, happy together - but now each had a dark secret.

David, despite genuinely trying, had found it impossible to remain faithful to Sara. She had always suspected him of having had ‘flings’ with other girls and, but for her own continuing incestuous affair, would have left him months ago. However she now saw him, in addition to the ‘good’ aspects of their relationship, as being a useful way of deflecting attention away from her deepening involvement with the man she increasingly believed was the true love of her life – her brother Sam.

It would not have crossed David’s mind that his girlfriend Sara had also been ‘playing away’. Her lack of libido alone was testament to that.

That evening, David had been working late at school, supervising a five-a-side football competition – or at least that was how the evening had started.



He had not been home for long when Sara returned – a little earlier than usual - with a pink flush on her cheeks and chest – as if she had been exercising hard all evening.



As the front door opened unexpectedly he hurriedly flicked shut the case of his mobile phone and turned on the television as Sara entered the room and made a bee-line for the bathroom apparently without noticing him.

“Hi Babe!” He greeted her. Sara turned round suddenly - almost guiltily to face him, her back pressed close to the wall.

“Oh... Hi...” There was something a little... odd about her manner, he thought but he was pleased she hadn’t overheard him talking on his mobile as she came in.

“Was it a good evening?” He asked her. “Did you make it?”

Sara looked thunderstruck but tried to act casually “Mmmm?”

“Did you make it through to the semi finals?” he persisted.

“Oh! Yes. Yes we did!” She sidled along towards the bedroom, her back still to the wall. “Straight sets too! It was tough though. I’m worn out!”

She looked anxious, he thought.

“Oh! Straight sets? So what did the two of you do for the rest of the evening?” He pressed her.

“We... we played each other.” She replied. “Actually it was very hard work.” She continued, her voice now sounding a little irritated.

“You must be tired.” David suggested, hoping she would contradict him.

“I’m whacked, Dave! I’m going to have a bath and go to bed.” She announced and backed out of the room.

David, unsuspecting, had followed her through to the bedroom and, as usual, had tried to interest her in a little lovemaking. Also as usual, he had failed. He always failed on Thursdays and knew full well that this particular Thursday he had nothing to complain about. But David didn’t handle rejection well. He had gone back to the kitchen and poured himself a beer.

"Bloody Thursdays!" he fumed to himself. "Bloody tennis! And "Bloody Sam!"

He sat down on one of the kitchen stools and sulked. There was something perverse about Thursdays. Why was it that Sara would never have sex with him on the day he always seemed to want it most? Or, he laughed hollowly, was it really the other way round? Why did he always want it most on the day he knew she would refuse him?

Well at least today there had been Paula. Paula who had probably never said no to him in her life. He knew he had done a bad thing today but, well if Sara never found out and it didn’t happen again...

But deep down he knew it would happen again.

David was, on the whole, happy in his relationship with Sara, especially now that things in bed had improved (apart from bloody Thursdays), but for reasons he could not understand he still could not keep his eyes, his mind and, as today had proved, his hands - off other women.

Before their holiday in Spain last year he had convinced himself he had at least part of an excuse. After the thrill of their early months together, Sara had gradually become less interested in sex and he had found that aspect of their relationship very frustrating. After all, with a cock the size of his, why wouldn’t a girl want to have him as often as possible? It did not occur to him that his painfully huge size and lack of sensitivity were a major cause of Sara’s declining interest.

One look at the pained expression on Sara’s face after an hour in bed with David in one of his ‘wham bam’ moods would have given him the answer but he was not the sort of man to notice this.

As a result of his frustration, he had ‘occasionally’ weakened and found sexual solace with one or two of their friends or even girls he had met through the school. Single Mums were particularly easy to seduce if you were as good looking as he was, but these had been mostly one night stands and, to him, had meant little. But he knew for certain that, if discovered by Sara they would have meant the end of their relationship and right now, David did not want that at all.

However, since their holiday and the terrible row they had had that one night, sex with Sara had certainly changed for the better – when it happened, that is. Almost from the next day she had become more confident, more self assured, much more sexually aware and more in control of their relationship. This was new to David who was used to being the one in charge and had taken quite a bit of getting used to, but now he could see the benefits.

Well, apart from one big fly in the ointment - he was really beginning to resent the amount of time Sara spent with her brother Sam, especially now that they were competing in their club's tennis competitions.

Jealousy was a new thing for him and he didn't like the way it made him feel. Sara and Sam were out together practically every Thursday evening and occasionally at other times too and her refusal to have sex with him on those evenings just ‘rubbed his nose in it’ so to speak.

On the other hand, Sara had always been close to her brother and anyway, David was almost certain that it had been Sam who had persuaded Sara to take him back after she had caught him stupidly masturbating while watching Sam’s beautiful wife Lynn in the swimming pool. David grudgingly admitted that he owed a lot to Sam and mustn't really complain.

He finished his beer and undressed for bed, slipping silently under the duvet beside Sara, who now appeared to be fast asleep, her face turned away from him. He stroked her buttocks beneath her night gown, but there was no reaction.

He lay on his back in the darkness and remembered how she had made him suffer on that holiday before accepting him back. He had spent two very uncomfortable nights on the sofa before being allowed back into her bedroom and it had been a whole week after they had returned home before sex had been back on the menu.

He felt a little ashamed when he thought how much he had upset her - he hadn't meant to hurt her; he just couldn't keep his eyes off Lynn – but then who could? The woman was practically a supermodel!

Sara had been angry and had cried a lot - too much, he sometimes thought - and on at least one occasion had needed her brother Sam to comfort her during the night. Perhaps they hadn't realised that, unable to sleep, he had seen Sam slipping silently into his sister’s room in the small hours. She must have been too proud to let him see how much he had upset her and needed a brotherly shoulder to cry on.

And it had all been so silly. Lynn was so good looking that it was impossible for any man not to get turned on when she was in her swimming costume. He hadn't realised he had been touching himself ‘down there’ as he watched and had been genuinely surprised to find his hand inside his shorts. It had just been terrible bad luck that Sara had discovered him at that very moment. After all the real infidelities she could have discovered, to have nearly split up over this trivial incident had seemed so unfair.

It wasn’t as if he had ever imagined he could have seduced Lynn. Quite the contrary, he thought. There was something cold and un-sexual about the polite, slightly formal way that Lynn looked at him and talked to him. In fact, he thought bitterly, Sam seemed to be the only man who could interest her in that way at all – which was another reason to dislike him!

So, David supposed, he should now count himself lucky. He had not lost Sara after all. Sara had acquired a greatly increased sex drive. She had not found out about his flings with Carol, Paula and the rest.

Today had not been a good day on that front. Actually it had been really bad – he had been really bad. At the memory of the evening’s activities, David felt the demon stirring between his thighs once again.

“Paula! Paula! Why are you back in my life once again?” He whispered. Sara stirred slightly before settling back into her regular, slow breathing.



David had known Paula since schooldays. She was one of 'those girls' that your mother warned you to avoid and that consequently you went out of your way to find. Full figured without being fat - voluptuous was the right word - every inch of her cried out 'sex’. Paula knew this well and used it to great effect.

Not much over five feet tall, her skin was permanently tanned all over. Well, not quite all over, he remembered with a satisfied smile. Her shoulder-length hair was a variety of colours from near-blonde through copper to rich brown. She had soft, rounded hips and David loved the way just a little of the tanned skin of her tummy squeezed out between the waist of the short, tight skirts she usually wore and the equally tight tops that showed off her heavy breasts to devastating effect.

At school, he had lusted after her for years and on several occasions had succeeded in taking her to bed, although he always half suspected it had been she who had seduced him rather than the other way round.

Paula was not in the same league as Lynn for good looks. She was not even as good looking as Sara on a good day, but had passion in abundance. They had slept together maybe only a dozen times, but David could remember each passionate occasion clearly. Neither of them had been looking for a serious relationship; rather each had been looking for great sex and had been inexorably drawn to the other. As they had slept together they had eagerly experimented with new and exciting ideas and positions, supposedly on the understanding that their relationship was to remain purely physical.

But all of this – well, most of it – had been before his relationship with Sara had started. After all, Paula was certainly not a woman to live with; in his view destined always to be a mistress and never a wife. David believed that, in Sara, he had found a face and a nature to wake up with every morning for a lifetime. He did not want to lose that, but had to admit that even Sara at her most sexy could not stir his loins and fuddle his mind in the way Paula seemed to do without effort.

They had not seen each other since David had gone to college three years ago and she had started work in a local department store so he had been astonished on the first day of term, to discover Paula working in the Head’s office at the same school where he was teaching. She had beamed in delight at seeing an adored 'old flame' again and had immediately started flirting with him in her deceptively casual way. The very first evening they had gone for a quick drink together after work to talk about old times.

David had been in no doubt that her kiss goodnight was more than a quick peck on the cheek between friends - the closeness of her body reminded him only too well of all their previous encounters and stirred his insides strongly.

He had fought against his urges for the whole of the winter term and had succeeded, but Paula’s animal attraction had remained a powerful force and eventually – that very evening and driven partly by Sara’s unpredictable libido and the near certainty she would refuse him sex that night, David had finally succumbed.

He felt his growing erection tangling uncomfortably with his pyjama shorts as he remembered what had happened only hours ago. Blessed with a cock big enough to frighten many of his previous girlfriends, this constraint of his manhood quickly became painful. He eased his shorts downwards, freeing the thick pole of muscle to let it rise over and rest on his lower stomach. Feeling much better, he absent-mindedly stroked his fingers along its lower ridge and felt it harden further. It felt sore from its exertions earlier that evening, but he was always pleased at the length and girth of it.

Like all boys David had hoped he would be big in the erection department, but deep down he was as insecure as most men. It had taken Paula with her considerable experience of these things to convince him that he really was different.

"Christ, Dave" She had exclaimed when they had first been naked together and her expert hands and mouth had aroused him fully. "You’ll tear me open with that thing! We're going to have to take things very slowly, aren't we?"

He remembered clearly how good that simple exclamation had made him feel. The sex that followed had been slow and careful and Paula had been tight and wonderful. But he now mostly understood why so many girls had felt so tight around him and frightened by him, and that he must be careful to avoid hurting them.

Tonight though, he had found Paula impossible to resist any longer.

He had been locking up the sports hall after all the kids had gone home when he had become vaguely aware of someone watching him. Dressed in his sports shorts and sleeveless top, he had been supervising Five a Side Football training and had been sweating more than a little. As he turned away from the hall door he was surprised to find Paula standing in the corridor, having apparently just descended from the spectators’ gallery.

“Hi Paula!” he said, surprised. “I didn’t know you were there.”

“I’ve been watching for a while.” She replied. “I think you’ve been avoiding me, Dave, haven’t you?” She stepped closer. “I knew I would find you here so I thought I’d find out why.”

She moved much closer to him now, dressed sexily in a tight blue skirt and white crop top which she most certainly would not have worn for work. Her red brown hair was pulled back into a pony tail and she wore white socks and training shoes on her feet. David had to admit she looked great.

“I’ve not been avoiding you Paulie.” He replied, using her pet name from school years ago. “I’ve been busy with my course.” He paused. Paula was watching him suspiciously.

“We could go for a quick drink in the ‘Lion’ if you’d like a chat about old times…” He offered by way of proof.

“OK, lover. “Paula replied, pouting, making him laugh out loud. “You get changed and I’ll see you outside.”

“I’d better have a shower first.” said David. “I’ll just be a few minutes.” And with that, he opened the door of the boys’ changing room and slipped inside.

Stripping off his sweat-soaked clothes, David grabbed his towel and walked through to the shower room. He turned on the taps and stepped back until the first few seconds of cold water eventually became a warm and steamy stream. He stepped into the spray, letting it run through the thick hair on his head and the soft silky down on his chest. Although his body was relaxed, his mind was in turmoil.

Paula had been right - he had been avoiding her. Although not usually troubled by conscience, he had wanted to be faithful to Sara and had thought the best way was to keep away from temptation – and Paula was certainly temptation. At first he thought he could win the battle, but now……Well, a man can take only so much, can’t he?

Inexorably, his mind went back to their previous encounters. He remembered her passion, the way she smelt, the way she tasted, the way her body gripped his when he was inside her…. And now she was out there, waiting for him.

He soaped his arms, his chest and his stomach, staring at the ceiling deep in thought. Then he lathered his thighs, his calves and down between his legs, revelling in the feel of the hot spray. His cock was stirring noticeably, and the more he thought of Paula, the more it stirred. David took the bar of soap and vigorously lathered his small, tight buttocks, remembering the touch of Paula’s confident hands on his skin. His cock was fully erect now; strong, bold and large, easily reaching his navel.

David looked down at his erection; partly in satisfaction, partly in fear lest one of the kids came back to the changing room for a forgotten item. No! He had already locked the doors with just the two of them inside. He turned and as the hot water struck the back of his head and ran down his broad back, he cupped his testicles in his left hand and held his thick shaft in his right. He ran his fingers up and down, from its wide strong base to its smooth, rounded tip. It was a long journey. It felt good.

He turned to his right to let the water wash away more suds and, to his horror, realized he was being watched again. Leaning against the frosted glass partition was Paula. She was watching him closely, her arm raised, her legs crossed, his discarded shorts in her right hand. David felt very embarrassed, but Paula appeared unmoved. Looking him straight in the eye, she raised her hand and pressed his used shorts to her nose. She inhaled deeply and threw them aside.

“I love the smell of a big, strong man.” She said huskily, laughing at her own words as she spoke.

David’s automatic reaction was to try and cover himself with his hands. Realizing the futility of this, he turned and smiled sheepishly at her, his erection now huge and very obvious.

“Paulie! What are you doing in here...?” He hissed.

Paula said nothing but, lowering her hand from her face, crossed her arms over her tummy and, grasping the hem of her crop top, peeled it slowly and sexily up and over her head. Her eyes never left his as she posed provocatively in a bursting white bra over her short blue skirt. David felt the weight of his erection straining to remain upright. He made to grab it with his right hand then, realising what that would look like, fumbled with the soap instead. Paula laughed at his clumsiness and, thrusting her chest towards him, deftly unfastened the clasp of her brassiere behind her back, letting the straps slip over her smooth brown shoulders to be cast aside. Her full, round, all-over-tanned breasts broke free, their large dark nipples standing proud and erect. David felt his cock throbbing as the hot water beat down unnoticed on his wet back.

She sauntered towards him, her eyes still fixed on his until their faces were merely inches apart. He craned his neck forwards, his lips seeking hers, but Paula backed off teasingly just beyond his reach and dropped to her knees until her face almost touching his huge erection. The hot water of the shower beat down on her face and hair, running in streams down her back as she raised her right hand.

She looked up at David, a broad smile on her lips and without a word, took the swollen head of his cock into her mouth.

It filled her face, its girth stretching her cheeks and as she dipped her head forward, barely half of its length had entered her mouth before David felt its head strike the back of her throat. He moaned with pleasure as she pulled her head back, kissing him on the smooth round tip.

“You’ve not got any smaller in the last three years, Dave!” She said jokingly. “I’ve really missed you ….. All of you.”

Opening her lips, she pulled the huge erection back into her mouth, this time taking in more of its length. Her hand slipped between his thighs, sliding upwards until her fingers brushed against his scrotum. She cupped his tight sack in her palm as her tongue lapped along the length of his shaft, tickling the ridge along its underside and running around the rim of his glans. David’s knees felt weak with the sensation - Paula’s practiced skill had always been able to reduce him to jelly but this was so much better.

He watched as her head began to bob up and down and his cock vanished into her mouth, reappearing long, smooth and shiny with her saliva. He began involuntarily to flex his pelvis, driving himself deeper into her mouth with each stroke, watching her cheeks bulge as she pressed herself onto him time and again, the warm water of the shower raining down on both of them.

Paula’s hair was wet and glossy, her skin shone with beads of water and her short blue skirt, now soaking wet, stuck to her buttocks and thighs, showing off her rounded, enticing body. David’s knees began to tremble and he stroked her wet hair as she sat back on her heels with her legs splayed apart, the bronzed skin on her back glistening in the wet spray of the shower.

He grasped her wet hair with both hands and began to thrust his cock in and out of her mouth. She ran her teeth along his shaft as it was driven deep into the back of her throat and again as it was drawn swiftly away. Over and over he thrust as much as two thirds of his length between her lips, stopping only when his swollen head struck the back of her throat. He shuddered with pleasure as she gripped his tight sack once again, her searching index finger thrust deep between his buttocks to toy with his tight anus. He moaned and opened his knees to give her freer access. As the tip of Paula’s tongue traced the rim of his glans, so the tip of her finger traced the rim of his sphincter until, as his stomach churned with pleasure, she forcibly penetrated his most private place, pressing her index finger into his anus up to the first knuckle.

His control slipping away, David began to thrust his hard cock more forcefully into her mouth, driven forward by the pressure in his rectum. He struck the back of Paula’s throat again and felt sure she would choke, but without hesitation, Paula leaned forward, tilting her head back slightly, straightening her windpipe and opening her throat wide.

Suddenly, to his delighted astonishment, David felt his throbbing cock slide its nearly its full length into her eager mouth, deep into her throat until his balls almost touched her chin and his pubic hair brushed lightly against her nose. She noisily gasped but didn’t flinch.

He began long, slow strokes, deep into Paula’s throat, driving his head past her teeth, past her tongue and, as it felt, deep into her chest, which visibly heaved with every thrust. His body trembled with the excitement of this totally new sensation but he knew it couldn’t last long. Sure enough, after only half a dozen strokes, a red-faced and panting Paula pulled her face from his groin and sat back on her ankles, spat onto the shower’s water-running floor and grinned up at him.

“My turn now, Dave! Don’t be selfish!”

Standing up unsteadily so that her head reached his chest, she took his hand and pulled him towards a wide, low wooden bench in the middle of the changing room floor. Dripping water, she quickly scooped all David’s clothes off the bench and onto the floor before turning around and lying on her back in front of him. She grinned as David kneltTo continue reading this story you must be a member. Join for FREE here.