Sisyphus
My oldest friend, Frank and his wife, Marci invited me to spend the weekend with them at a house they rented for the summer on the Jersey shore. I've known Frank for over twenty-five years. He was teaching at the University of Pennsylvania while I taught English at a community college outside of Philadelphia. I was recently divorced and they thought it would be good for me to get away from the city. They were renting the house with another couple. At first, I didn't want to go because I thought I'd be the odd guy, being single and all that, but they insisted. Frank told me the other couple had a guest coming--his wife's sister was coming in from California.
When I arrived around 4:00, Frank and his friend, George, were tossing horseshoes in their sandy backyard. Frank gave me a big bear hug and handed me a beer. He introduced me to George, who held up his beer bottle to me as a way of saying hello and said, "Glad to meet you, Peter. Welcome to Shangri Lai."
"This is a pretty big house you have here, Frank, right on the beach," I said, looking up at the wrap-around porch. When we went inside, I notice two sagging comfortable looking chairs and a long pale green couch, obviously well sat in for many years. We walked past the stairway to the upper floors and into a big kitchen with a large round oak table in the middle. Marci got up and gave me a big hug and introduced me to George's wife, Sarah. Marci was a small woman with long blond hair. She was a painter and had developed a good reputation, with shows in Philadelphia and New York.
"I'm glad you decided to come, Peter," Marci said. "We don't get to see enough of you."
"I'm not much of a keeper-upper with people," I said. "You know me. I live a pretty quiet life."
"Marci says you're a pretty good poet," Sarah said. She sat at the kitchen table and had one leg propped up on her chair with her chin on her knee.
"My sister, Jenny is a poet," Sarah said. "You two should hit it off. She arrived from California a little while ago and is taking a nap."
"Jet-lag, I bet," I said, then turned to Marci. "So where am I staying? I think I'd like to get my stuff put away and freshen up."
"Your room is on the third floor next to the bathroom. You'll have a great view of the ocean," Marci said. "Just make yourself at home, Peter. By the way we're having a barbecue for dinner at six." I glanced up at the clock and saw it was almost five.
I walked down the narrow hall on the third floor and found my room. It was small but had a comfortable looking bed, a small bureau, a desk right next to the window. I looked out the window at the ocean then opened it and took a deep breath of the salt air.
While I looked out the window, I heard the door across the hall open. I turned and could not believe me eyes. Standing in my doorway was a young woman wearing a green bikini top that barely contain her tits, tight red shorts and stood barefooted. She had long blond hair that fell halfway down her back. "Hi, I'm Jenny, Sarah's sister. Who are you?"
"I'm Peter, an old friend of Frank and Marci's,” I said. “I just arrived,” I added, trying not to ogle at her body.
"I just arrived, too, from California. How long are you going to be here?" she asked, walking in, looking around the room then came to the window.
"Just the weekend,” I answered, trying not to look at her cleavage, “how about you?
"Not sure, a week or so," she said, smiling, then glanced out the window. "Nice view," she added. "I live near the ocean in California."
I couldn't take my eyes off her round ass in those tight red shorts. She turned and sat on the window sill, stretching her legs, her tits practically falling out of the top. She smiled at me, knowing I was trying not to look. I could feel my cock getting hard and turned towards the bed to avoid embarrassment then started unpacking.
"So what do you like to do in your spare time," Jenny asked.
"Lots of things," I said with my back to her. "I garden, read, write--mostly poetry."
"Oh, I write poetry, too," Jenny said. "I've written two books."
"Really, you've published," I said, turning to her. "I'd love to see your work."
"I'd like to see yours, too," she said. "Maybe we can have a private reading later," she added. "A poetry rendezvous." She smiled at me, looking seductively at my eyes.
"I think that could be arranged seeing that your room is just across the hall," I said, smiling back at her.
"Yes," she said. "I'd like that. I could sneak into your room while everyone is asleep and we could, ah...read to each other, you know, feed each other's... hunger," she paused, looking into my eyes, "for poetry, kind of like a midnight snack."
Though I tried to hide it, Jenny walked over to me at the bed, looked down at the bulge in my jeans then into my eyes. She smiled but didn't say anything, except, "See you later, Peter." When she walked towards the door, I couldn't take my eyes off her round ass straining the red shorts. She turned back to me, still smiling, looking at my eyes then down at the bulge, "You have a lean and hungry look. I like that," she said then left my room.
At the barbecue, Jenny was dressed in a long peasant skirt and puffy blouse that was not at all revealing. She wore horn-rimmed glasses and had her hair tied in a tight bun. When she was introduced to me by her sister, Jenny acted as if we hadn't met upstairs. When we shook hands, she was cordial, "So glad to meet you, Peter," she said. I decided to go along with whatever game she was playing and we did not interact at dinner. Jenny sat on the opposite side of the large picnic table, talking to her sister and Marci, while Frank, George and I talked about our work, the war in Iraq, and some recent movies we had seen.
I noticed that when she spoke, she had a shy, reserved manner, quite different than the sexy Jenny I had met a few hours ago. Only once, during dinner did our eyes meet. She seemed aloof and glanced away without much expression of interest in me.
After Marci served ice cream for dessert and we sat talking, Jenny got up and started clearing the table and taking things inside to the sink. I decided to help since I was not really participating in the conversation. While I carried all the glasses, Jenny gathered the plates and silverware. As I placed the glasses on the counter next to the sink, I said, "You cleared the table very efficiently."
"Thanks. I've worked as a waitress for the past few years so I could concentrate on my writing during the day."
She rinsed all of the dishes and silverware and placed everything in the dishwasher. She was friendly but still distant and gave no acknowledgment to our flirtation in my room. I wanted to ask if we still had our midnight date but decided not to say anything and see whether what happened earlier was a tease or she had changed her mind.
It was getting buggy outside, so everyone came into the living room and sat on those old but comfortable chairs and couch. Frank passed around a joint and we got a little high and laughed a lot. Jenny sat next to her sister, Sarah and they were having an intense, private conversation with Marci. Finally, she got up and said, "Goodnight." We all said goodnight, sleep well, see you in the morning and she walked up the stairs, not even glancing at me.
I was pretty tired and noticed others were yawning. Within twenty minutes, we all started up the steps to our rooms, theirs were on the second floor. When I got to my room on the third floor, Jenny's door was closed. I was sure she was asleep and had forgotten about our earlier meeting or changed her mind. I stood at my window looking at the moonlight on the ocean then got undressed and into bed. I like to sleep nude. I had a pocket watch that I placed on the night table and noticed it was close to eleven. I lay there for a few minutes, thinking over the situation with Jenny and decided nothing was going to happen. She hardly paid any attention to me the whole evening. Within fifteen minutes I was asleep.
"Hey, mister," I heard a voice and someone touching my shoulder. "Hey there, wake up, it's me." It was Jenny, carrying a candle which she placed on the night table.
"It's time for our midnight snack," she said, "Are you as hungry as I am?" she asked, in a whispered voice. I sat up and saw Jenny wearing a sheer, frilly and very short night gown that barely covered her ass. Her hair was loose and went below her shoulders. I could see her tits and nipples through her sheer top.
"Move over and let me get in bed with you," she said. "I bet you thought I'd forgotten about our rendezvous by the way I acted all evening," she said.
"I didn't know what to think. You seemed so different at dinner."
"Part of the game," she said.
"What game?" I asked.
"You know, pretending to be one way and hiding the real me. I like having a secret life.”
"Fascinating," I said. "Tell me more."
"That's it. I like being serious, reserved, sophisticated and very proper in public and then being a horny slut when I can sneak it in....like now, with you."
"Well, you sure had me fooled," I said. "I was baffled by you tonight."
"Good. And I could tell you're just like me. You act like you're all shy and quiet, but I could tell by the way you looked at me when I came into your room this afternoon that you're a horny guy who loves to fuck as much as I do."
"You're pretty blunt, aren't you," I said.
"Yes and I want us to drive each other crazy, you know, build up our appetites so we can really get into this midnight snack."
"I like a woman who knows what she wants," I said, feeling her warm body as she snuggled closer.
"Yeah, well I like a man like you who takes what he wants,” she said. “And I like it rough.”
“Is that so,” I said, looking into her eyes while opening her sheer night gown, revealing her tits then slowly started sucking one of her protruding nipples.
"That's it, mister, suck my tit. I like that, ummmmmmm." She put her hand on the back of my head, running her fingers through my hair and pulling me harder into her, my mouth devouring her tit. While I sucked, I moved my hand down to her mound and said, "Spread your legs for me so I can finger fuck your tight pussy."
"That's it mister, talk dirty to me. I want to be naughty with you."
"Tell me what you want," I said.
"I want you to eat me and then fuck me," she said.
I moved down to the end of the bed, grabbed her ankles and spread her legs as wide as I could. She grabbed a pillow and put it under her ass. She was elevated and wide open to me as I lay between her legs. She lifted her head and looked down at me, over her tits which were standing straight up like mountain peaks while I was in the valley between her legs. I slowly licked my way up her thigh, getting closer to her pussy lips, then quickly moved away, hearing her gasp slightly. Then again, I slowly licked my way up her other thigh to her pussy, teasing her, smelling the musky aroma then gently moved my tongue up and down her wet pussy lips. Jenny lifted her pelvis, trying to get my tongue into her, but I was playing with her, teasing her, tantalizing her with my tongue, loving the gasping, panting, moaning sounds she was making. She was dripping and the taste and aroma of her arousal was delicious. I was savoring her pussy, teasing her, enjoying her desperate hunger for me to go deeper. Finally, she got aggressive and pushed her pussy harder against my mouth and tongue, "Come on, eat me! Stop teasing me! Fuck my cunt, damn it! "
"In good time, my dear," I said, as I continued slowly licking her dripping pussy lips like a cat drinking milk, darting my tongue into her, pulling it out, feeling her body shudder. Meanwhile, my cock was hard as a steel rod. With each lick of her pussy, her moaning got louder, her head thrashing from side to side, "Oh I like that, ummmmmmm, oh yes,” she gasped. “Oh my god I love it, don’t stop!" she said, straining to keep her voice low, adding to the intensity.
Suddenly, she grabbed my hair and pulled me up and onto her body. "Now I'm in charge, buddy," she said and flipped me on my back, turned around and crawled over me, her ass at my mouth, taking my cock in her hot mouth and began licking my cock like a popsicle, then swallowing it with intense slurps of her wet mouth, moaning as she went up and down in a frenzy of lust, devouring me with such gusto I had to respond with equal energy. I grabbed her ass cheeks hard, spreading them and then began darting my tongue into her dripping pussy as hard as I could, her aggressiveness urging me to match her energy.
I then found her clit and licked it sending her over the edge, “Ohhhgod! Yesssss! Oh fuckkkkkk I’m cummmmming!” she screamed, as orgasm after orgasm swept over her convulsing body and she strained to keep her voice down so that the whole house wouldn’t hear then suddenly went back to sucking my cock with even more hunger, getting me closer to exploding.
I then managed to slide out from under her, got on my knees, grabbed her hair, pulling it, "Now I'm in charge,” I growled, roughly flipping her over on to her back, her head leaning over the edge of the bed, her legs spread wide apart, her hair almost to the floor, her mouth, open, gasping, her tits sticking straight up, my swollen cock on her dripping pussy. She looked so ripe and ready to be fucked.
"What are you waiting for, mister," she said. "Just take me. Fuck me!"
I moved my cock up and down her pussy, teasing her, wanting to drive her crazy when suddenly, she wrapped her legs around my back and forcefully pulled me into her, “Fuck me, damn it! Fuck me!" she yelled.
She was so wet that my cock went deep into her tight pussy with one hard thrust, opening her, “Ohhhhhh you’re so tight!” I screamed, her warm tight pussy swallowing my cock. I pulled out and rammed into her again and again, grunting with each hard thrust. With her legs around my waist, she put her arms around my neck and rose up off the bed with my cock in her then fell back as I rammed into her with all my strength, driving her back to the bed. She strained to keep her voice down as she urged me on, "Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me harder! Harder! Fuck me harder! Ohgod! I love how you're fucking me,” she screamed, putting her hand on her mouth biting it, trying to keep her voice down.
I rammed into her again and again, our bodies moving in perfect rhythm as our wildness brought us to the edge of consciousness. Our need to keep our voices down created an intensity that was harder and harder to contain. Jenny whispered into my ear through gritted teeth, "Give it to me baby, harder. That's it. That's what I like. Fuck me! Fuck me!”
"Take my cock! Take it!" I growled, loving how vocal we were.
This was the wildest fucking of my life and I was going to make it last.
"I want to ride you," Jenny whispered. "Let me get on top."
I pulled her up on the bed, rolled over on my back, holding onto her without taking my cock out and there she was looking down at me, her legs straddling me. "Be my stallion, mister. I want a ride you like a cowgirl.”
Grabbing hold of her hips, lifting my ass off the bed thrusting into her just as she came down, her tits bouncing, her hair flailing, her eyes looking into mine, her intense need to explode growing as she rode me harder and faster.
At one point, she stopped, leaned down, pressing her tits against my chest and we kissed madly for a few minutes, our tongues swirling around our mouths, our moans getting louder. While we kissed, I grabbed her round ass, squeezing and spreading her cheeks, my finger in her ass driving her crazy, causing her to sit up with a jolt then started riding my cock again in a fierce frenzy of energy, her back arched, her hands rubbing her tits, her eyes looking up at the ceiling, her body rising up and coming down harder and faster, riding me like she was galloping to an orgasm.
"Here I go. Ohhhhhhhgod I'm cumming. I'm fucking cumming,” she screamed, her pussy tightening on my cock and I could feel my orgasm rising from my balls, my cock swelling, expanding in her tight pussy, my need racing through my nerves, thrusting harder and faster.
“Oh fuckkkkkkk,” she yelled, placing her hand in her mouth to hold back her screaming, her body convulsing.
We both climaxed seconds apart. It was the most intense, wild fucking of my life. When it ended, we just lay still for minutes, gasping and panting. She collapsed on me and then rolled over, both of us gasping for air, unable to move or speak.
She reached down and touched my deflated cock, "That was a pretty good snack, but I could go for a little dessert."
"You have some appetite," I said.
"That's right, mister. I'm a hungry woman." She got up on her knees and moved down between my legs and started licking cum off my cock. I just lay there listening to the sounds she made as she licked, thinking what a hot woman just entered my life and what would the next two days be like.
"You're delicious" she said, looking at me, her tongue licking her lower lip. She then got off the bed, picked up the candle and said, "Good night, see you in the morning." And just like that, she left the room.
The next morning at breakfast, Jenny was talking to her sister. After a slight smile and a half-hearted good morning, she barely paid attention to me. I sat at the other the other side of the table with a cup of coffee and talked to Frank and George. At one point Jenny got up to pour herself more coffee and I noticed she was wearing a pair of loose fitting slacks, a baggy sweatshirt, her blond hair tied in a pony tail. The horn-rimmed glasses made her look more like a bank clerk or an old maid librarian.
When she came back to the table with her coffee, I overheard her say something that absolutely stunned me.
"Everything is set for the wedding in three weeks," she said.
Suddenly, I blurted out, "Jenny, are you getting married?"
Jenny looked at me over the rim of her coffee mug,"I certainly am," she said with a sarcastic tone in her voice, "and in a white wedding dress.”
I was baffled by her manner and the difference between the Jenny I knew in my bed and the Jenny who was talking about getting married in three weeks. She then continued her conversation with her sister and Marci while I went back to listening to George and Frank plan their fishing trip for later in the day, but my mind was swirling with what Jenny just said.
"Peter, we're all going fishing later, how about it, are you in with us?" Frank asked. "We're going with this guy who has a big fishing boat."
"I'm not too good on the water," I said. "I always get sea-sick, so I'm not sure. Let me think about it."
"We'll we're leaving in two hours, so it's up to you."
After breakfast, I was sitting on the back porch, looking out at the ocean. I was trying to read a book I had brought, but my mind was on Jenny and what was going on with us. How could she come into my bed and fuck like we did when she's getting married in a few weeks? How could she dress and act the way she did on the third floor and be just the opposite when she was with everyone else? How could she barely talk to me and then become this seductive horny siren? I remembered what she said about loving having a secret life.
While I was sitting there, Jenny and her sister, Sarah, came out, gave me a cordial hello and looked out at the ocean. I continued reading but looked up occasionally. At one point Jenny looked over at me, smiled and then went back to talking to her sister. When they turned to go back into the house, Sarah asked, "Are you going fishing with us this afternoon?”
"I don't think so," I responded. "I'm not in the mood to get sea sick. I'll stay here and watch the fort."
Jenny smiled but didn't say anything and they both went back into the house. While I was reading, Jenny came out on the porch, handed me a small piece of paper and quickly went back into the house. I opened up the folded paper. It was a note that said, "Let’s fuck! My room, after they leave."
I read the note, surprised at its bluntness and that this "bride to be" would act this way. I was excited and intrigued by this mysterious woman.
After packing a lunch and getting their fishing gear together, everyone left. Before getting into their car, Frank said, "Get ready for some fresh fish for dinner."
As soon as they drove off, I went up to the third floor. I put my book in my room and then knocked on Jenny's door.
"Come on in," she said.
Jenny was wearing tight cut off jeans, a yellow tank top and cowboy boots. Her hair was in pig tails and she looked like a farm girl.
She smiled at me, twirling her fingers around one of her pig tails and said, "Hello, mister, my Ma and Pa ain't here and it's just little ole me left to watch the farm."
I wanted to ask Jenny about her plans to get married and how she could be messing around like this before her wedding, but decided to get into her little role playing game. "Well, I'm looking for work." I said, looking at her. "I thought your folks could use a farm-hand for the summer."
"They won't be back ‘til tonight. But you're welcome to stay around if you want. I know they were looking for some help," she said, "And I could sure use some company, if you know what I mean," she added, smiling seductively and playing with one of her pigtails.
Jenny looked so sexy in those tight cut offs and I could see her nipples poking through her yellow tank top. "Well, thank you," I said. "I wouldn't mind hanging out for awhile."
"Cool," she said." I was just on my way to the barn to do some chores. Why don't you come up with me?" Jenny turned and walked over to the bed. I couldn't take my eyes off her round ass in the tight cut offs as her hips swayed back and forth.
She sat down on the end of the bed and said, "Why don't you join me on this hay bale, mister and we can get to know each other."
I sat down next to her and she leaned back on her elbows, stretching her long tan legs in front of her, the cowboy boots almost up to her knees, the seam of her cut-offs pressing into her pussy, her tank top revealing her big, firm tits, her nipples tantalizing me. She noticed me looking at them and smiled, looking me in the eyes, "I know what you're thinking."
"You do and what's that?"
"You want to fuck me,” she said.
"What makes you think that," I answered.
"Cause of the way you're looking at my tits,” she said then added, "Wanna get high? I got some dynamite weed."
"Sure, why not?”
"Cool!" she said and walked over to her dresser and got an already rolled joint, lit it, took a deep hit, holding in her breath and handed it to me.
"It gets pretty lonely on this farm, "she said, taking another hit when I handed it to her. “And I get so damn horny sometimes, I don't know what to do except, you know, play with my self, but it ain't like real fucking."
I was getting turned on by her dirty talk and Jenny knew what she was doing. She looked down at the bulge in my shorts and handed me the joint.
"Being a farmers daughter is hard ‘cause Pa doesn't like when the boys from town come looking for me. He's so darn over-protective and scares guys away. Sometimes I have to sneak off to get fucked but that's a drag. Most of they guys just don't know what a girl like me wants.”
"What's that?" I asked as she sat down on the bed next to me while I took another hit.
"They just get their rocks off and don't really care about me and I end up hornier than a bitch in heat.”
When we finished the joint, both Jenny and I were stoned. She moved closer, our bare thighs touching.
"Damn I get so horny, I want to take one of those guys and ride their cocks but they just like to get on top, pound me until they come and roll over while I'm still ripe for more and hornier than ever. I need a real man."
Jenny looked at me and smiled, "What do you like, mister," she asked, turning and pushing her tit into my arm. "Tell me what you like."
"I like teasing and playing, making a woman so hot she can't stand it any more and begs me to fuck her. I like the sounds she makes when she's being fucked hard. That's hot." I added.
"Ummmmmmm," she said, "sounds good. I'm getting hot just talking to you, mister."
"My cock is like a steel rod right now," I said.
She looked down and saw the bulge in my shorts. “You're making me so horny," she said, “my cunt is wet as can be.”
"Is that so,” I said, looking into her eyes. “What would happen if your Pa came back and found out we fucked each other in his barn."
"He'd be mad as hell and wouldn't hire you. But he doesn't have to find out. It's more exciting to sneak around and fuck. I like it that way. It’s so naughty."
I thought about Jenny getting married and what we were doing and how she seemed to like the secret life she was leading. I was fascinated by her and wanted to know more.
"So, mister, you say you like getting the girl to beg for your cock," she said, smiling coyly at me and playing with her pig tails again. "Well, I'm going to turn the tables on you. I know you want to fuck me, but I'm not going to be easy to get. You'll be the one begging."
"Are you a cock tease?" I asked.
"Yes. I like to flirt and get guys horny and tease them out of their minds."
"That's a dangerous game," I said. "You could get yourself in real trouble."
"I'm always in charge," she said. "I know how to take care of myself. I never get fucked unless I want to." She looked me in the eyes as if she was challenging me with who would be in control.
We were both really stoned. She then stood up in front of me and unbuttoned her cutoffs and lowered the zipper a little but not all the way, her fingers on the zipper threatening to lower it. I could see she wasn’t wearing panties. She sure knew how to tease, looking down at me, her legs spread on both sides of my thighs, the seam on her cut-offs stretched tight on her pussy, her tits barely contained and her nipples practically bursting through her tank top. She stood hovering over me, smiling with a devilish look in her eyes as she looked down at my cock bulging in my shorts.
"So you want to work on this farm," she said, biting her lower lip. “I sure hope my Pa hires you 'cause I'd like having a man like you around."
"You would. Why?"
"You know why mister," she said, sitting down, straddling my lap, rubbing her crotch against my cock, her arms around my shoulders.
"Tell me, why," I asked, looking into her eyes. "Why would you want a man like me around," I said, rubbing my hard cock against her jean covered pussy.
"So we could come up to this barn at night and, you know, mess around."
"Mess around?" I asked. "You mean fuck!"
"I like how you said that, mister," she said. "Talk dirty to me."
"I bet you'd like me to eat your cunt,” I said.
"None of the guys around here will do that to me. Would you?" she asked, looking into my eyes, our slow grinding against each other getting me harder.
"I'd love to," I said, "In fact I'd like to do it now.