"is this shower available to anyone guy, or is it private?"

"you need a hot tub out back carlee."

"build me one." i said. he wiped the soap out of his eyes with his washcloth.

"god, i can imagine us sitting there on a romantic summer's evening, what music that makes." i liked that, and i hopped in and started getting the soap off of him. harlen held me tight, his abdomen was flat against mine. he kissed me fervently, as if i was all that mattered in the world. then he rubbed caress all over my body, his hands were so soft. my nipples hardened, then he went down further, and my body hardened. "has anything bad ever happened to you carlee?" he asked.

"why would you ask a question like that harlen?"

"just answer." he said.

"i don't really know what you mean, no, my life has not always been a bowl of cherries, some bad stuff has come down, but i've muttled through, if that answers your question." he washed my butt, and put a soapy finger in a little. "ouch."

"did i hurt you baby?"

"no, not really, go on if you like." this was different, kind of nice though. then he grabbed my head and put it directly over the shower head. he washed the soap off of my with his hands, the asked me where the shampoo was. "oh god, i'll have to get it harlen." i said. i wrapped a fluffy towel around my head, and went to the cabinet where i kept it. harlen was half hard when i looked back.

"would you just stand there for a moment?" he asked.

"i'm dripping harlen." i responded.

"please." i dripped all over the floor. "you're perfect, you know."

"oh, i'm not perfect, far from it, i'm just a girl, who thinks you're pretty sexy. now can i get in?" harlen smiled. he was fully erect now. i got in and he rubbed an ample amount of "essence" shampoo into my hair. "essence" isn't an extremely expensive shampoo, but it smells like vanilla (my favorite scent) and a friend in louisville makes it at his home. when my hair was squeaky clean, we stepped out and grabbed towels. mine was already wet, but that didn't matter. god, i could have used harlen's dick for a towel rack, but i was afraid to tease. he asked me when i usually dried my hair, and i told him at the kitchen table. i found it difficult to keep my hands off of harlen. as we walked naked into the kitchen, i had practically jacked him off. he was so sexy naked, dressed also (i reminded myself.) i sat in the cane kitchen chair; mr. leisure knew a man who still caned chairs by hand, a strand at a time. he had given me six very old straight backed chairs made of oak, and had him install the softest cane, it felt good to my butt. harlen was having as hard a time keeping his hands off of me, i felt warmth and electricity at each touch, how positively addictive. i smiled at him and kissed him as i handed him the hair dryer that stayed in one of the chairs against the wall. the warm air felt wonderful to my hair and to my back. i pictured a nice summer day in my mind.

"your hair is beautiful carlee." he said, as he brushed and dried. i smiled. my hair had lightened this summer, and was about the length i liked it. i was glad he complimented me. i had been around men enough to know that compliments come easy when their dicks are hard, but they could turn on a dime. i felt that harlen was different though, maybe because he was young, or maybe it was just wishful thinking, or maybe i was falling in love. "do you have a full length mirror carlee, you just have to see what i've done." he said as he turned the drier off.

"sure baby, in my bedroom." hand in hand we walked to my bedroom, i opened my closet door and beheld a very handsome couple. harlen had curled my light brown hair under, like a pageboy, actually- it looked pretty good. i looked up at him and smiled. harlen was about seven or eight inches taller than me, time and a half as wide. he rubbed my back side, and i did his.

"do you have a smaller bed?" he asked.

"what's wrong with this one?" i asked.

"have you ever done anything really kinky with a guy?"

"no." i answered.

"would you like to?" he was getting at something.

"i don't know harlen. maybe." i was getting more and more excited, and he knew that. "i have a twin bed in the guest room." i stammered.

"that will be fine, do you have any long socks?"

"how many do we need?" i asked.

"four." he answered.

"i'll get them."

"no! i have to pick them out." gosh, this was getting deeper. he wants to have a game with me, one that he must have played before. his dick was rock hard, i knew he was excited, the expression on his face told me that too. i opened the drawer that contained my socks, dug down into the bottom until i found my winter socks. harlen chose two pair of dark blue knee high socks.

"i like these carlee." he said. "now where's the guest bedroom?" i took him there. "perfect." he said. "now lay on your tummy."

i didn't hesitate, but yet, i had reservations. "god, how beautiful." he said. and he grabbed my right foot and pulled it to the right of the small bed. he tied it to the bed post with a blue sock. then he did the same with my right arm. then he did my left leg, which spread me apart significantly. it didn't feel bad though, but sexually, really different. when i was completely spread eagle and totally restrained, i really felt strange. harlen could do anything he wanted to do to me and there's no way i could resist. i felt him as he climbed on the bed. he straddled my upper thighs, his warmth was beautiful, it thrilled me. i felt his dick touch my butt, and i reached to fondle it. but, i could not, i could wiggle my fingers and my toes, that was about all the mobility i had. his hands kneaded my butt, this was so different, so sexy, i was as hard as i ever had been.

"your ass is gorgeous carlee, perfect in fact." his voice was so dreamy, god, what had i come across. then he kissed it, and licked it, then he spread the cheeks apart and licked in between. i had never felt anything quite like that, i thought that i was going to cum. he ran his hard dick through the wet crevice while he rubbed my back. i moaned. then i felt him at the opening. he bounced back and forth a few times. go ahead, put it in. i thought.

"carlee, do you know what 'glad cum' is?"

"yes." i stammered.

"want to feel some?"

"yeah." i could feel both harlen's fist and his dick near by butt hole, and i felt the warm sticky substance on my anus. then he pushed a little, it barely went in. he pushed harder, and it hurt.

"damn, you're tight." he muttered.

"go up a little harlen, there's plenty of lubricant there." harlen backed off then pushed it into my pussy. i felt it hit my cervix. "god, harlen, don't stop yet." it felt so good i thought i was going to cry. he stroked six or seven times, and i felt him harden inside of me.

"oh carlee, you make me so weak." he jerked it out, i was in the middle of an orgasm, but i didn't mind, i was just feeling beautiful all over. this time it went in my butt just fine. at least the head did. he pulled it in and out very slowly, going deeper with each stroke. then he pushed really hard, and i felt like i was being cut in two. i didn't scream, but i wanted to, i had never experienced such pain. harlen didn't move, he kept it there. i could feel it pulsating, i could feel him breathe. i wondered if i was bleeding. i lay perfectly still, i felt a tear run down my left cheek.

"is it better carlee?" he asked, very gently.

"not yet harlen." i answered.

"how old were you when you first got fucked?" he made his dick contract and relax inside of me. the pain was subsiding.

"thirteen, i believe."

"did it hurt?"

"badly."

"then did it get better?"

"yes, or it would have been my last time." at least i was getting my sense of humor back.

"this will get better too, all the girls i've done just love it." all the girls, yeah, i'll bet there has been plenty. i thought. he pulled it back about halfway, the pressure was relieved, and it felt better. then he pushed it back in, not bad, not bad at all. he moaned as he pulled it in and out, and pain was replaced by a feeling that made me moan. i found myself drooling all over the sheets, it was different, but wonderful. i was sorry that my hands were tied, for what i could do with a free hand. suddenly i felt something akin to the beginning of an orgasm. it was so different.

"faster harlen, fuck me faster!" i cried. i could hear him breathing hard as he speeded up, his balls slapped up against my butt.

"now?" he asked as his dick hardened even more in side me.

"almost, almost." i moaned. the orgasm wasn't coming as hard as my normal ones, it was gentle, not horrendous,but when it came, and i almost screamed, i wanted to scream. "oh my god!" no sooner did it end then it began again, more powerful this time. i bit my lower lip until it bled. perspiration formed all over my body. as bad as i wanted to move, i couldn't, my clit pushed hard against the bedding. then i felt harlen, god, did i feel harlen. it felt like his dick doubled in size as he spurted deep inside me. one, two, three, four, five, six times he squirted.

"my god carlee." his head met my shoulder, i could feel a tear. he kissed my neck gently. "my god. that was wonderful." he said. i purred for him. "and i'm about to piss all over myself!" he took it out quickly, i could feel the juices running out and onto my legs.

"go on harlen."

"what?"

"pee on my back, the bedding will clean up."

"would you like it on your front better?" he asked.

"another time, do it, while i'm all tied up." he sat up and straddled me. he strained, and i felt the warm fluid on my neck, and then down my back, it blended with what was coming out of my butt, i had never felt anything as sexy. he dried me with a pillow case, and i wanted to kiss him so badly.

"we've made a mess angel." i giggled.

"we sure have babe. can we do it again?"

"anytime you're game, pretty lady."